Bernard Cornwell - Stonehenge - A Novel of 2000 BC

Hirac stepped over the grave. ‘Camaban,’ he shouted, ‘son of Hengall, son of Lock, I give you to Lahanna! Your flesh will be her flesh, your blood her blood and your spirit her spirit. Camaban, son of Hengall, son of Lock, I cast you from the tribe into the company of the goddess. I destroy you!’ And with those words he raised the Kill-Child high over his head.

‘No!’ a frightened voice called, and the whole astonished tribe looked to see that it was Saban who had spoken. The boy seemed aghast himself, for he placed a hand over his mouth, but his distress was plain. Camaban was his half-brother. ‘No,’ he whispered behind his hand, ‘please, no!’

Hengall scowled, but Galeth put a comforting arm on Saban’s shoulder. ‘It has to happen,’ Galeth whispered to the boy.

‘He’s my brother,’ Saban protested.

‘It has to happen,’ Galeth insisted.

‘Quiet!’ Hengall growled, and Lengar, who had been sullen ever since his loss of face the previous morning, smiled to see that his younger brother was also out of favour with their father.

‘Camaban,’ Hirac shouted, ‘son of Hengall, son of Lock, I give you to Lahanna!’ Annoyed by Saban’s interruption, he brought the great bone club down so that its ochred end smashed the chalk ball into fragments. He pounded the fragments into dust, and the watching crowd moaned as Camaban’s spirit was thus obliterated. Lengar grinned, while Hengall’s face showed nothing. Galeth flinched and Saban was weeping, but there was nothing they could do. This was business for the gods and for the priests.

‘What is the boy’s name?’ Hirac demanded.

‘He has no name,’ Gilan responded.

‘Who is his father?’ Hirac asked.

‘He has no father,’ Gilan said.

‘What is his tribe?’

‘He has no tribe,’ Gilan intoned. ‘He does not exist.’

Hirac stared into Camaban’s green eyes. He did not see a boy, for the boy was already dead, his life-spirit shattered and crushed into white dust. ‘Kneel,’ he ordered.

The youth obediently knelt. To some of the tribe it seemed odd that such a tall youth was to be killed by the aurochs’ bone, but, other than Saban, few in Ratharryn regretted Camaban’s death. Cripples brought ill luck, so cripples were better dead, to which end Hirac raised the Kill-Child high above his head, looked once at Lahanna then down to Camaban. The high priest tensed to give the killing blow, but never gave it. He was motionless, and there was a sudden horror on Hirac’s face, and the horror was compounded because at that moment a rift opened in the clouds covering Slaol and a beam of sunlight lanced into the temple. A raven settled on one of the tallest poles and called loudly.

The Kill-Child quivered in Hirac’s hands, but he could not bring it down.

‘Kill it,’ Gilan whispered, ‘kill it!’ But Gilan was standing behind Camaban and he could not see what Hirac could see. Hirac was staring down at Camaban who had stuck out his tongue and on the tongue were two slivers of gold. Outfolk gold. Slaol’s gold.

The raven called again and Hirac looked up at the bird, wondering what its presence portended.

Camaban tucked the gold pieces back into his cheek, wet a finger and dabbed it into the powdered chalk of his soul. ‘Slaol will be angry if you kill me,’ he said to Hirac without stuttering, then he licked the chalk off his finger. He collected more, assembling his shattered spirit and eating it.

‘Kill it!’ Neel screamed.

‘Kill it!’ Hengall echoed.

‘Kill it!’ Lengar called.

‘Kill it!’ the crowd shouted.

But Hirac could not move. Camaban ate more chalk, then looked up at the priest. ‘Slaol commands you to spare me,’ he said very calmly, still without any stutter.

Hirac stepped back, almost into the grave, and let the Kill-Child fall. ‘The goddess,’ he announced hoarsely, ‘has rejected the sacrifice.’

The crowd wailed. Saban, his eyes full of tears, was laughing.

And the crooked child went free.

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