Mortuus Virgo (11 page)
Authors: Kevin Ashman
‘So did everyone die?’
‘No on the contrary, it would seem that by far the majority survived but they were dispersed by the flood. We don’t think many went East as there were already other established societies that way and wouldn’t have looked kindly on a sudden influx of hundreds of thousands of refugees. The climate was far colder to the North and modern day Turkey was already populated so many migrated westward into the Aegean and Mediterranean, forming new societies and taking their beliefs with them.’
‘Isis?’
‘Yes. The most obvious manifestation of this was on the southern shores where they settled in what is now known as Egypt. Over the next few thousand years they flourished along the banks of the Nile and the great Egyptian society arose. As the climate warmed up the scrublands of Egypt died out leaving more and more desert and isolating the Nile from the bigger societies of the East. Egypt became more polarised and their pantheon of Gods became based around the legends of those original peoples from the black sea. Assur became Osiris and Aset became Isis.’
‘And you think the link is there?’
‘No actually I don’t. I think the link, if indeed there is one, lies in the history of the people who spread out throughout the Aegean, populating the islands and shores of Asia Minor, Thrace, Macedonia, and Greece. Though the continuation of the cult of Isis wasn’t as strong as it became in Egypt it was still there beneath the surface. Female goddesses are rife throughout all the ancient cultures and most can be traced in one way or another back to one mother figure.’
‘Did anyone worship Isis?’
‘Not as such, though smaller pockets of dedicated followers carried on the practise in isolated places.’
‘Where?’
‘Well the most famous was on the island of Samothrace but……,’ She stopped and stared at him, ‘Shit,’ she said quietly
‘What’s the matter?’ he asked.
‘The Samothrace mysteries,’ she said,’ That’s our link, I can’t believe I missed it.
The obvious question was halfway to his lips when he saw the slightest movement of her eyes widening in horror as she changed her focus to over and beyond his shoulder. For the next few seconds everything seemed to move in slow motion to Brandon. The horror on India’s face, the forming of the words on her lips as she screamed and the echoing thunder of the gunshot outside the window as he leaned backwards and twisted to one side. The action saved his life as the bullet meant for the back of his head scorched its red hot passage across the flesh of his forehead to ricochet of the stone kitchen wall. He threw his self to the floor and rolled under the ledge of the window cutting off any direct line of sight between himself and the would-be assassin.
‘India, are you okay?’ he shouted.
‘Over here,’ she answered.
He looked towards the open door of the walk in pantry where she had crawled.
‘Stay there,’ he said, ‘Don’t come out till I say so.’ He crawled to the corner of the kitchen and opened one of the cupboards to withdraw a red lidded casserole dish. Frantically discarding the lid he reached inside and withdrew a 9mm semi automatic pistol, pulling back on the slide to load the chamber. He glanced towards the pantry and met the gaze of India who was at in the shadows. ‘India,’ he said, I need you to do something for me.’
‘You’ve got a gun,’ she said half in fear, half in astonishment.
‘I’ll explain later,’ he said, ‘But for now just do as I say, there isn’t much time.’ He outlined the task but when he saw the hesitation on her face spoke calmly. ‘We have to do this India,’ he said, ‘I can’t do it from here.’
‘Okay,’ she answered, ‘Go for it.’
‘On the count of three,’ he said, ‘One, two,
three!’
As he shouted the last number he spun onto his knees and, pointing his gun over the worktop, fired six shots through the window. At the same time India burst from the pantry and crouching low, ran to the kitchen door to slam it into the ancient oak frame. She turned the giant key and dropped to the floor again, crawling as fast as she could to join Brandon below the window.
‘What now?’ she gasped.
‘That’s bought us a few minutes,’ he said and pointed at the chest of drawers. ‘Open the bottom one and look under the tray. Pass me what you find.’
Doing as she was told, she lifted the moulded cutlery tray and looked underneath
‘This is nuts,’ she said as she withdrew two Luger magazines and a box of ammunition.
‘Pass them here,’ said Brandon, and flicking the lever on the side of the pistol grip, dropped the half empty released magazine into his lap.
‘Who are you?’ she asked, watching as he handled the weapon with obvious familiarity.
‘No time,’ he said,’ I’ll explain later. Now, in a moment I am going out of here through the door. I want you to open it and as soon as I am gone, lock the door behind me. Whoever it is has probably left but I need to make sure.’
‘And what do I do while you’re gone?’
‘Go down into my study, this is the only entrance. Lock the door behind you, you will be safe there. I wont be long I promise.’ He loaded the full magazine into the handle of the pistol and made his way to the door.
‘Ready?’ he asked and receiving a silent nod in return, reached up to turn the key. Without any further hesitation he opened the door and crouching low, ran out into the night.
India locked the door and crawled across to the entrance to the stairwell down to the study. A few minutes later she was in the familiar surroundings, the door locked safely behind her. She looked around the room, not quite knowing what to do next. Eventually her eyes fell on an antique globe and, realizing its purpose opened it up to retrieve a bottle of vodka. She poured herself a drink and sat in one of the red chairs to wait for Brandon.
The glass was finally empty when she heard a noise up in the kitchen and with relief, ran up the stairs to open the door for Brandon, her brain registering a familiar but disturbing smell as she ran. She reached for the key but as her fingers made contact, she cried out in pain as the searing heat burnt into the nerve endings. It took a few seconds for the implications to sink in and dropping to her knees she peered through the keyhole into the kitchen, only to have her worst fears confirmed. The other side of the door was a wall of flames and suddenly she recognised the smell. It was petrol.
India stepped back and looked in horror as wisps of smoke started to creep through the door frame. There was no way she could go through the kitchen and she turned to run back down the stairs. She searched frantically for any other way out but realised quickly that Brandon had been right, there was no other way. She was trapped!
‘Phone,’ she said to herself and frantically searched her pockets for her mobile before realising it was missing, and probably lay on the floor of the kitchen where she had fallen. Smoke was beginning to crawl its way across the ceiling and she dragged the chair to underneath the stained glass window. Reaching up she started to bang her fists against the glass.
‘Brandon, help,’ she screamed, ‘Someone please, get me out of here!’ Over and over again she hit the glass without success as the underneath of the poisonous cloud rolled across the ceiling. As the choking wisps started to enter her lungs the world in front of her eyes exploded as the stained glass window smashed in towards her and a pair of hands reached down through the smoke to grab her arms.
‘I’ve got you!’ roared Brandon’s voice, ‘Come on India you need to help me here, push yourself up.’
Choking on the black smoke, she stood on the back of the chair and levered herself upwards. Within a few seconds she lay alongside Brandon on the gravel path, both coughing violently as the clouds of black smoke escaped from the broken basement window. Brandon got up and threw her his phone.
‘Phone the fire Brigade,’ he said.
‘Who’s that?’ she said sombrely, staring at the prone body of a man lying on the gravel.
‘That’s our attacker.’
‘You killed him!’
‘I had to,’ he said simply, ‘It was him or us. You phone the fire brigade, I’m going to find Agnes.’
India watched him disappear into the darkness before returning her gaze to the dead man.
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Ten minutes later Brandon returned with Agnes. She was wrapped in her housecoat and carried her dog under one arm.
‘Agnes, thank God your okay,’ said India.
‘The rest of the house is unaffected,’ said Brandon, ‘It seems it was a Molotov thrown through the kitchen window.’
‘Molotov?’
‘Petrol bomb,’ he explained, ‘As long as the fire brigade are on the way we should be able to save the building. Kitchen and study have probably had it but the walls are solid stone and over three feet thick.’
‘What about him?’ she said pointing at the body.
‘He’ll be dealt with,’ he answered, ‘There are people on the way.’
‘What people?’
‘Enough talking,’ interrupted Agnes, ‘You had better get out of here.’
India shot a look at Brandon.
‘Why?’ she asked.
‘You have to tell her Brandon,’ said Agnes after a pause, ‘She’s part of this now, tell her everything.’
‘Tell me what?’ asked India, her voice rising, ‘For Christ’s sake Brandon what the fuck is going on?’
Brandon grabbed her arm.
‘Okay,’ he said, ‘I admit I haven’t levelled with you India, but it was for your own safety I promise.’
‘Well it hasn’t fucking worked has it?’ she shouted, ‘I’ve never been in so much danger. Just tell me what’s happening.’
‘I will, I promise, but not now, there’s no time. We have to get out of here before the police arrive.’
India crossed her arms in a gesture of defiance.
‘Not until you tell me who you are?’ she said.
‘India!’ he shouted, ‘Come on we have to go.’
She stared at him without moving. Brandon stared back at her, each as stubborn as each other.
‘SAS!’ said Agnes suddenly, breaking the deadlock, His name is Brandon and he is a serving SAS intelligence officer. There, it’s out. Now, both of you get out of here before it’s too late.’
‘Happy now?’ he asked
‘Not really,’ answered India, ‘I still want to know what this is all about.’
‘And you will.’
‘No more secrets.’
‘None, I will tell you everything I know.’
‘When?’
‘On the plane.’
‘What plane, where are we going?’
‘Samothrace,’ he said before adding ‘Wherever that is.’
‘Samothrace, but how? You haven’t had time to get any tickets.
‘Leave that to Agnes, now, let’s get out of here,
please!’
India looked between both Brandon and Agnes and took a step forward towards Brandon. Before he could react she slapped him across the face.
‘You lie to me one more time Brandon Walker, or whatever your name is and I will walk away from this and make a beeline for the Sunday tabloids, I swear.’
‘No more lies,’ he confirmed, rubbing his cheek. ‘I will tell you everything on the plane.’
‘Okay then,’ she said eventually, ‘What are we waiting for?’
Agnes threw Brandon the keys to the land rover and watched them race across the drive to the garage.
‘Can you stop in an overnight Tesco’s on the way?’ asked India as soon as they were in the car.
‘Tesco’s?’ he asked as he gunned the engine, ‘Why?’
‘I left my suitcase in that house,’ she said, ‘If you think I am going all the way to the Med in the clothes I am standing in you’ve got another thing coming.’
‘Oh right,’ he said,’ I’m sure we can pick up a little something on the way.’
‘Don’t get cocky Brandon,’ she said, ‘This is just for starters. When we get to the Med I expect a whole new wardrobe’
‘Lucky I’ve got a company credit card then,’ he mumbled.
‘Credit card?’ she answered, ‘By the time I am finished, you will need a whole fucking pack of them. Now let’s get out of here.’
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A few hours later India finished sorting out her make up in front of the toilet mirror and pulled the tag off the new blouse she had just donned in the cubicle. She placed her old clothes in the new travel case alongside the other new purchases before returning to the waiting area of the Airport. Brandon was waiting for her clutching a fan of tickets.
‘We’re in luck,’ he said, ‘There’s a British Airways flight in a couple of hours. Agnes booked us a couple of seats to Rome and a connecting flight to Athens in the morning. From there, we’re on our own.’
‘She’s very good,’ admitted India.
‘The best,’ said Brandon.
‘I still don’t understand why you want to go to Samothrace,’ said India, ‘Most of the information is available online. What do you expect to gain by travelling all the way out there?’