The Barbary Pirates (22 page)

“I was captured, like you.”

“What kind of a name is Horus?” She hadn’t conferred on that, either.

“A quite noble name of an Egyptian god. You know that.”

“I just always imagined having a Jack or a Tom or something.” I was rambling, while I tried to take it all in.

“You weren’t around to consult.” Her tone was cool, and tarnation if I didn’t feel guilty about the entire situation. But I hadn’t planned this or wanted it! I just wanted her, and I still did, didn’t I? Of course I did, I wanted to leap the gap between us, but a child gave new gravity to the situation. New purpose to every glance and word. What was my duty here?

Dragut and Karamanli were looking at me with amusement.

“How were you captured?”

“Kidnapped in Egypt. I’d returned to Dendara for my studies of the past when Bedouin raiders took us. Ethan, all this from the beginning—with Silano and the medallion, the Book of Thoth, your mission in North America—has been an attempt by our enemies to reconstruct the power discovered in the Middle Ages by the Knights Templar. They are reassembling the lost powers of a very ancient world, a world that preceded the one we know and that started our own civilization. Secrets lost for millennia are being bent toward evil.”

“That’s not true,” Dragut said.

“The more I studied in Egypt the more I understood the vastness of their design, and I hoped the hieroglyphs of Dendara would reveal how all this secret history came about. But before I could work, Horus and I were kidnapped. We were ridden into the desert by Bedouin and I thought we’d be ransomed from there, but instead we were sold in a slave market to men who wore medallions of a pyramid entwined with a snake. It was Apophis all over again. They took us to the coast, threatening to harm Horus if I tried any witchcraft. Then we were chained to a corsair and sailed here, where I was brought to Karamanli’s harem.”

“My God. Are you a concubine?”

She shook her head. “I wasn’t captured for him. I was captured for you.”

“For me?” I was more confused than ever.

“To persuade you, if you failed to cooperate. All this has been planned for many months, Ethan, by some pirate captain who has some scheme I don’t understand. A devil in league with Hamidou Dragut here.”

“A devil-ess,” I corrected heavily. “The pirate is a woman.”

“A woman!”

“We have some history.”

Her look was less than happy. “I see.” In an instant many things had become clear to her, such as why she was in this predicament at all.

I swallowed. “Perfectly horrid, I assure you. The plague, Inquisition, and Reign of Terror were holidays compared with Aurora Somerset. I was asking about you in Paris, Astiza, really I was—I wrote Ashraf about you, too—which is how my friends and I got into this mess. I came to find you. And now, to meet you here, with…Horus.” I blinked at the boy. “I’m more than a little astounded.”

“Who that?” the boy piped up.

“It’s your papa, I told you.”

“He come stay?” His voice lifted at the end of each question, and he seemed quite the proficient talker for his age, which I was swiftly calculating must be just over two. I couldn’t help but have some satisfaction at the precocious little prodigy I’d spawned, as well as new alarm at the question he raised. I loved Astiza, yes, but a family and domesticity? Everything was happening too fast.

“No, my sweet. He’s going to save us by going away.”

“Go where?”

“Where other people tell him to go.”

“
Now
what are you talking about?” I interrupted.

“As we’ve explained, we need your help and partnership, Ethan Gage,” Dragut said. “We could let Omar the Dungeon Master explore what you know, but one is never certain if the information elicited through torture is entirely honest. Much better for all, we think, is your voluntary help in achieving our mutual ends.”

“Mutual ends!”

“Ethan, this was not my idea,” Astiza said. “I’m as helpless as you. But these cultists, these fanatics, are as ruthless as the pirates they employ.”

“You have two choices, Monsieur Gage,” Dragut explained. “You can return to the dungeon and let Omar have his way. He, at least, will enjoy it. Perhaps we’ll learn something useful, and while by the end you’ll be broken and insane, Aurora and I can investigate whatever clues he has wrung out of you. Should you make this choice to end your life in hideous pain, Astiza will become a concubine to the highest bidder, and your son will be sold into a harem of a different sort. There are beys who run to that taste, and are always looking for young boys to initiate. We will put Horus there.”

“Where, Mama?”

“Hush, baby.”

“Mother and son will both be concubines until her master tires of his latest toy and turns Astiza out to more menial slavery. I think Somerset intends that it be the worst kind of crippling labor. And so your little family ends, you in a torture chamber, she as a scullery slave, and Horus, perhaps, as eunuch after his service to pederasts. Your courage, if you want to call it that, will have destroyed everyone around you.”

“What about my friends below?” My tone was hollow.

“They will never emerge from the pit. Since Bonaparte sent them, we dare not risk his wrath by trying for ransom. We take care not to capture people from nations with powerful navies. Better that they simply disappear, presumably lost at sea, unfortunate casualties of a doomed treasure quest with the unreliable Ethan Gage. They were last seen fleeing Venice and, poof, they are gone!”

“You bastard. You will fry in hell!”

At that a guard sprang forward and lashed at me with a whip, which stung like the very devil. Worse, the crack of the lash terrified poor little Horus, who now did duck behind his mother’s skirts, whimpering. My own eyes watered from the pain but I was damned if I was going to cry in front of my son. Family has a way of giving spine to a man.

“The other choice,” Dragut went on smoothly, as if nothing had happened, “is to do what our federation has suggested from the beginning. There was something on that sheepskin you collected because it had disappeared by the time we took you out of the hold. You found a clue, Gage, and then destroyed it. Admit it.”

“No more than a city, which you could guess anyway.”

“Syracuse?”

I nodded as if didn’t matter. “Where Archimedes lived.”

“But then why destroy the parchment? And how did you do it?”

“We ate it.”

He smiled. “Which means it held more than a city. Take us to the mirror of Archimedes, Gage, and save both yourself and your family. Astiza and your son will be released to go back to Egypt if they wish, never to be molested by us again.”

“And my companions?”

“They will be released and put on a ship back to France before today’s sunset. You will not have to meet them, and they will have no idea what bargain you made. Their nightmare will become an adventure they will recount at the supper table for the rest of their lives. Napoleon will probably reward them for having tried, and praise Yussef Karamanli for his mercy.”

“And me?”

“You will make your own choice, and it will be a real choice, not coerced. If the mirror works, you can join an alliance that is seeking to re-create the magic and power of the Knights Templar and dominate the world for good. I assure you the Egyptian Rite could run our planet far better than the grasping princes and warlords that rule it now. Mark my words, men like Bonaparte will wreak havoc! The mirror will make Tripoli impregnable to naval attack by even the greatest of powers, and behind it we will build a new utopia.”

“Like the murals of Akrotiri,” I murmured.

“What?”

“Nothing. Something I saw once.”

“Or, you can throw away the opportunity to remake the world and go back to your old corruption, where you will be regarded as traitor to your country and all civilized nations. You will be despised and friendless. The best you might hope for is impoverished exile in Egypt with Astiza. Once we have the mirror, what you choose is of no moment to me.”

By the beard of Solomon, wasn’t this a fix? Condemn the son I hadn’t known I had to slavery and rape, snuff out not only my own life but that of Astiza and my three savants—or, betray my nation when it was at war with Tripoli. I couldn’t remember old Ben offering any advice on this kind of dilemma, either, except his comment about patriots hanging separately if they didn’t hang together.

It was as if Yussef read my thoughts. “Do not flatter yourself that you hold the key to victory or defeat, Monsieur Gage,” the bashaw spoke up. “We will find what we seek one way or another—the Rite assures me of that. You simply speed things along and, by doing so, spare your family. If your nation really has a chance in its war with me, why are its ships hiding in Malta?”

Why indeed? Where in hell was that incompetent commodore, Richard Valentine Morris?

“It’s not treason to embrace the idealism of the Egyptian Rite,” Dragut added.

Aurora’s odd patience with me at sea was now explained. It had been planned from the beginning for me to turn traitor to the United States in order to save my young son. The slave market, the pit, the torture chamber—all were to soften me up for this unholy bargain. They sensed I knew more than I’d admitted, and had given me the one choice I couldn’t refuse.

It didn’t help that I felt guilty for putting the woman I loved (and our child!) in utmost peril. If I had the fidelity of a flea I never would have gotten entangled with Aurora Somerset in the first place, and she wouldn’t be plaguing us now. There would have been no kidnapping of Astiza, and no devil’s bargain. “Beauty and folly are old companions,” Ben Franklin said.

Well, the pirates were a long way from having a death ray and the only possible plan was play along. If I said no we were doomed, but if yes? Maybe my luck would turn. I’m a gambler, after all. I began to fantasize about turning this death ray on them.

“All I have are rather vague clues. I’m not very good at puzzles.”

“But you could help, no?”

“Yes. What do I have to do?”

“Find the mirror for us.”

“And Astiza and Horus?”

“They will be released unharmed, as promised. But not until the weapon is in Tripoli. Until then, Astiza remains in the harem as a prisoner.”

“How do I know you’ll keep your word if I help?”

“You’ll watch from a palace window when your savants are taken from the dungeon and put on an outbound ship this very evening. We’ll fulfill the first part of our promise before you’ve had to do yours. We of the Rite are honorable, loath though you may be to believe it.”

“And Horus will be kept safe?”

“I hope so, but that is up to you, Ethan Gage. Your son is going on our treasure hunt with you, to ensure your good behavior.”

“Horus with
me
? But I know nothing of children! Astiza?”

Her eyes had lowered. “I dread this even more than you. I don’t want my son taken away, and I don’t trust his care to his father. Not yet. Not when your relationship with this woman started this tragedy. But I have no choice.
We
have no choice.”

Not exactly a ringing endorsement, but how could I blame her?

And now Aurora Somerset stepped into the room, in sea boots and greatcoat, a cutlass on her waist. “There’s no need for concern, because I will be a mother to that boy,” she announced.

Her great black dog, Sokar, padded in with her, yellow-eyed and slobbering. The leopard hissed at the sight of the beast.

And Aurora smiled, infuriatingly, at Astiza.

Oddly, it was Aurora’s sneer that stiffened me. It was just the arrogance to remind me exactly where duty lay, and to which woman I owed every ounce of my loyalty. I recognized the desperate trust Astiza was extending to a lover who’d done little to deserve it. By Isis, I loved the mother of my son, loved her with a depth that sent all the old emotions flooding back, and it was time to save her or die trying!

“The hell you will,” I told Aurora Somerset. “His mother is here, and I’m the boy’s father. Astiza, I’ll take care of our son, I promise.”

Astiza nodded, as afraid of this moment as any episode in her life. She picked up the lad and stepped over to me, little Horus clinging like a squirrel. He looked at all of us with anxious suspicion, which was another confirmation of his uncommon intelligence. I caught the scent of my old lover as she leaned close, acacia and lotus, and felt the electricity of her hair. I reached out.

She put Horus in my arms.

“All is destiny, Ethan,” she whispered.

“Destiny and determination.” The boy was straining away, leaning toward his mother, as frightened of me as I was of him. “I’m having a hard time with ‘Horus,’ though. Maybe I could call him little Harry? You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“Love him as you love me.”

And as Astiza was pulled by the eunuch through the door to the confinement of the harem, my new son burst into tears.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

I’ve been terrified many times in my life. I’ve been trapped in the Great
Pyramid, hung upside down over a snake pit at Jaffa, tied to a stake in a fireworks display, and forced to run an Indian gauntlet on the edge of Lake Superior. Few experiences, however, have unnerved me as much as setting sail as guardian of a two-year-old son I didn’t know I had.

Quite unintentionally, I had fathered responsibility! While I was aware that conception was theoretically possible when I dove for the bed, somehow the eventual likelihood always slipped my mind in the heat of the moment. I hadn’t the faintest idea what one does with a child. Worse, I had fathered a bastard, and unless I somehow rectified the mess I’d made, he’d live his life with the stain of illegitimacy—that is, if he managed to escape slavery and rape. Indeed, thanks to me, the boy was in the clutches of a clan of half-mad Barbary pirates out to trump my own navy with a devil’s device that dated back more than two thousand years. The only good news is that I’d watched as Cuvier, Smith, and Fulton had indeed been set free, no doubt wondering what odious deal I’d struck to get them hauled out of the pit. They sailed the same night I’d met with Astiza. Then Dragut, Aurora, young Horus, and I set to sea the next morning, while his mother wept and the boy wailed.