The Born Queen - J. Gregory Keyes [175]
“What are you talking about?”
They plunged suddenly not toward Eslen but toward the dark necropolis south of it.
“But he doesn’t know about Austra,” Stephen went on. “That’ll be his undoing. He killed Anne for her power and didn’t find it because it all went to Austra. She walked the same faneway as Anne—after her. I would have known that if I had thought about it for six breaths.”
Cazio tried to catch that thought. Austra did seem to have some of the same gifts as Anne. And the churchman—had he known somehow? Was his strange cutting of her connected to that? And did that have anything to do with what was wrong with Austra?
It had to, didn’t it?
“See,” Stephen whispered. “Hespero moves.”
Cazio’s attention was suddenly drawn to the several hundreds of men fighting in front of the gates of Eslen-of-Shadows, but he only had a glimpse of that before they rushed down into the city itself, over the lead streets and into a mausoleum as large as some mansions. The Kept settled them in front of it. The two guards at the door started toward him, but then their eyes glazed over, and they sat down rather suddenly.
Cazio suddenly found himself free. He started toward Stephen.
“Don’t,” Stephen said. “If you want Austra alive and well, don’t.”
With that he swung open the doors.
Inside, on a large table, lay Anne. She was dressed in a black satin gown set with pearls, placed with her hands folded across her chest. Two women—one very young, the other a Sefry—and a man Cazio did not recognize were sitting with the body. The man stood as they entered and drew a broadsword.
“I need my blade,” Cazio told Stephen.
“Pick it up, then,” Stephen said.
Cazio turned and found it lying on the ground. Austra was still in the Kept’s invisible grip.
“By the saints, what is this?” the man shouted. “Demons!”
Stephen held up his hand. “Wait,” he said. “There’s no need for that.”
This wasn’t what he had expected. This was where he had sensed the throne, not Anne, although it made perfect sense that she was down here, too.
He could feel the sedos force pulsing just where she was.
“How did she die?” he asked, a suspicion suddenly born in his mind.
“Stabbed,” the girl said, her eyes red from crying. “The Fratrex Prismo murdered her. There was so much blood…”
“Stabbed where?”
“Under the ribs, up into her heart,” the Sefry woman said. “Then her throat was cut.”
Stephen stepped forward.
“No, by the saints,” the man shouted. “Who are you?”
Stephen silenced him as he had the guards. It wouldn’t hurt him permanently, but his thoughts would be too disordered to allow him to, say, move his limbs.
He saw the line where Anne’s throat had been cut, but it was puckered and white.
Stephen felt a sort of coldness ringing in his ears.
It was a scar.
“Oh, screaming damned saints,” Stephen sighed.
Austra gave a sudden gasp behind him, and he felt a tremendous surge around him as the throne exploded into being.
And the throne, Anne Dare rose up, shining with unnatural light, her face so beautiful and terrible that Stephen couldn’t look on it.
It was the face from his Black Marys.
“Hespero,” she whispered, and then, at the top of her lungs, screamed the name.
She didn’t even glance at him, or Cazio, or any other person in the room.
“Qexqaneh,” she said, and Stephen suddenly felt his control of the Vhelny utterly dissolve and heard the demon laughter in his ears. All the hair on his body suddenly stood up, and then Anne was in the demon’s grip, flying, gone out of the crypt and into the darkling sky.
Aspar still could feel the geos in him when they entered the high valley where he first had seen the Briar King. He reckoned that meant Winna wasn’t there yet.
Maybe Leshya wasn’t bringing her there at all.
Sir Roger and his men were there, however, camped and entrenched around what appeared to be a lodge of some sort, though Aspar knew it had been formed from living trees. He’d been in it; it was where he had found the Briar King sleeping.
“I count seventeen,” Fend said. “Four of them