The Treasure_ A Novel - Iris Johansen [115]
She felt that usual melting at his words. This was not the night to quarrel with him, no matter how tense she felt. She slowed down and they walked in silence for a while. “Do you have any idea where he’ll choose to meet you?”
“I have an idea where I’d choose. I’ve explored the area, and there’s a plateau on the western side of the mountain. It’s open enough so that you could see an attacking force on one side, and the cliff drops sheer to the valley on the other. I’d be surprised if Nasim chose any other place.”
“You can’t just ride into his camp with the grail.”
“There’s a cluster of boulders a short ride away. I’ll hide the chest there and try to lure Nasim away from the camp.”
“I’ve been thinking about Balkir. He’s always with Nasim.”
“I believe I’ve found a way to rid myself of him. We’ll see, tomorrow.”
Speculation. All of it was too frighteningly uncertain. She could feel the muscles of her stomach tighten at the thought. Don’t think of it. Not yet.
She stopped as they reached an outcropping of the mountain to look down at the ruins below. “Tarik says there are people, a whole city buried beneath all that stone.” She shivered. “One night they were alive and happy and the next they were buried. All their plans, all their worries and joys gone.”
“Stop brooding. Their situation was nothing like ours. Disasters like that happen once in a thousand years. No volcano is going to rush down and destroy us. We’re controlling our fate.”
“I know.” But she still felt a heavy melancholy as she looked down at the ruins. “But it must have been terrible. Tarik said he heard the sky was black for days.”
“I doubt if he heard it secondhand.”
Her gaze flew to his face. “Why do you say that?”
He didn’t look at her. “He was quite probably here or nearby.”
“What?” she whispered. “But that was centuries ago.”
“Yes.”
“What are you saying?”
“Ask Tarik.” He pulled her close. “But not now. I want to hold you.”
Centuries, she thought incredulously. “It’s not possible. I thought a few decades.”
“So did I.”
“And Layla?”
“The same.” He paused. “I knew it would frighten you, but it was important for you to know. No one should have to make a choice without the full truth.”
“It’s more unbelievable than ever now.”
“Not when you talk to them.”
“I don’t want to talk to them about this.” She stiffened. “What choice?”
“Not now. You’re feeling a little desperate, and it wouldn’t be fair.”
“I want to know.”
He shook his head.
Her hands tightened on his arms. She had a chilling idea what choice was to be offered. “Then tell me what choice you’re going to make.”
“I have no choice.”
His words struck her like a blow. “I don’t understand.”
He put his fingers on her lips. “Shh, no more. Not tonight. I cursed Tarik for doing the same thing, but he was right to go slowly. I just wanted to prepare you.”
“You’re as bad as they are. I don’t have enough to worry about with you going to Nasim tomorrow. You have to boggle my mind with this.”
He smiled. “Better to split the worry. You were too somber. You’d have brooded all night about Nasim.”
“And you’d rather I brooded over some idiotic choice. Well, I’ll not do it. I won’t think of you at all.” She whirled and strode away from him. “Idiot.”
“Does that mean you won’t sleep with me tonight?” he called after her.
“Of course I’ll sleep with you. Do you think I want to live with guilt if you get your stupid head chopped off? Just stay away from me until I can bear to look at you without wanting to slap you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said meekly. “Fortunately, Vaden isn’t so disdainful of my company. He wants to go over the plan this evening.”
She didn’t answer as her pace quickened. A few minutes later she was inside the tent Kadar had indicated. Imbecile. What made him think introducing a new hazard weakened the impact of the first? It was just like a man to think that a woman could not hold two thoughts in her head at the same time.
Nasim.
I have no choice.
Panic was rising, and she had to remain calm if she was to get through tomorrow. How could she be calm when she was whirling