The Barbary Pirates (26 page)

“Where we go, Papa?”

“Up. I’ll hold you.”

He thrashed his way down out of my arms. “No. Walk!” And he led us all, happy as a monkey. Just behind him, the votive candles that Dragut, Aurora, and Osiris had snatched threw a wavering light.

We came to a crude attic above the chapels. We were at the edge of the adjacent dome, with room only to crouch where a roof eave came down. It was a cat’s cradle of old beams and buttresses, dusty, cobwebbed, and spooky. I wondered again how long before a priest or prelate discovered our trespass and roused all of Syracuse against us. It was creepy enough that Harry lifted his arms to be held again.

“I knew we’d need your whelp,” Aurora said, peering into the dark crevice between interior dome and exterior roof. “Give me the boy.”

“Certainly not.”

“Hurry, or do you want to spend all day up here, waiting for a prelate to discover that broken door?” She pried my son from my grasp and set him on the floor, taking out a stick of sugar. “Now, Horus, do you like candy?”

He nodded solemnly.

“I think you should have some, but there’s something clever I want you to do to earn it. Only
you
can do it because you’re small enough to wiggle where big people can’t. I want you to crawl up the space here and scratch what you find with this little knife.” She held out a penknife. “Then bring the knife back to me, and you can have your candy.”

“He’ll cut himself!”

“Not if the urchin does what he’s told.” Her voice gentled to speak to the child. “Only big boys are allowed to handle knives, but I think you’re very big for your age. I want you to carefully crawl up this little slope on top of the ceiling here, and when you can go no farther, then rub this knife on whatever is blocking you.”

“Dark!” my child said, perfectly reasonably. He was as confused as I was.

“You won’t have to squeeze far, and I’ll hold the candle to light your way. It will only take a moment.”

“Aurora, are you insane?”

“Think, Ethan. If the mirror is hidden in the dome, it must be sandwiched between ceiling and roof. But before I start taking this cathedral apart I want to make sure it’s actually there, and I can’t squeeze into the sandwich to see. Horus can. It’s not unreasonable for your bastard to be useful for once.”

“What if he gets stuck?”

“Then we’ll jam you in there to pull him out. Stop complaining and help me!”

I sighed and squatted. “Harry, this edge is sharp.” I showed him the knife. “You have to be careful. Hold it like this.” I formed his fingers around the handle. “Rub the blade against whatever stops you and then crawl backward to Papa. Can you be brave?”

“Will I get candy?”

“Yes.”

“Will dog bite me?”

I sighed. “No.”

He smiled, rather excited by the importance of his task. He took the knife, held it ahead like a probe, and wriggled up the narrow space between the ceiling of the dome and the rafters of its tile roof overhead. I could still see the soles of his shoes when he called, “It stops!”

“What can you see?”

“Dark.” It was almost a whimper.

“Rub the blade and come back for your candy!” Aurora called.

Nothing happened, and she swore.

“It has to be there,” Osiris said, with more hope than proof.

“We have to be sure.”

“Eyes!” It was a yelp and Harry’s little feet kicked. I roared and reached in to grab his ankles but Dragut gripped me and then there was an animal squeak and my boy was still again.

“Harry?”

“Remember, rub the blade on the dark part for your candy!” Aurora called.

After a moment’s hesitation we heard a raspy scraping and then he was wriggling backward. Dragut let go of me and I caught his ankles and helped pull him out.

Harry held up the knife proudly. Its edge gleamed yellow, with scratched flakes of bronze or gold.

“It’s here,” Aurora exulted, her eyes a glaze of greed.

“Wait, there’s something more,” I said. The blade had hairs on it. “Horus?”

He beamed then and pulled from his shirt, where he had tucked it, the dead body of a slain mouse. He had stabbed the little monster to death. By thunder, my son was an Achilles!

“Candy?”

I handed it to him, hands shaking. My boy had the makings of a fine treasure hunter, I realized—the worst curse I could think of.

“Get the Rite,” Aurora told Dragut, “and then ready the ships as Ethan suggested. Thanks to him and his bastard, we’re going to blow this ceiling apart.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

The crumbled ancient Greek fortress of Euryalus sits at the crest of
the Epipoli plateau at the apex of the old north and south walls, its battlements pointed west like the prow of a ship. We rode rented horses to the forgotten ruin after dark, Aurora having changed from traveling dress to riding clothes. “We’ll get help, and then you’ll save your son.” As if I could believe anything she said.

The ruins seemed deserted when we approached. Warm wind blew off the mountains to the west, bending the tall grass, and dogs barked from farmyards far below. In the distance we could see lamps from the city and anchored ships, six miles away. Bats flew against the last glow of twilight, and the first stars were faint in the evening haze. I wondered where one would make a secret camp here, when suddenly the ground opened like a mouth.

“This is the old moat, one of three that fronted the fortress,” Dragut said. “There’s a ramp over here.”

We were swallowed as we rode cautiously down, passing through a short tunnel to the bottom of the old Greek excavation. Fires reflected from a tier of arches on the side of the moat, and I realized that my captors’ confederates were waiting here in the fort’s underground chambers, out of sight of any Sicilian peasants above. We stopped, the tails of our horses flicking, and then a hooded man came from one of the caves and grasped Aurora’s bridle.

“Greetings to our Astarte, our Ishtar, our Freya! Lady of moon and womb, the risen eastern star, our dove and our lioness!”

Well, that was a little much.

“Greetings, Dionysus. I bring the Fool, as prophesied. And his pup has indeed played a role, as foretold. All is happening as it should, and soon we’ll begin to inherit the true powers of the ancients.”

I startled at the introduction because a gypsy fortune-teller had once called me the Fool who sought the Fool, the primitive wisdom of Enoch and the long-lost god Thoth. Here the label was again, like that long-ago tarot card.

“May the gods grant us the courage to grasp such power, the will to wield it, and the ruthlessness of true conviction!”

“Isis and Osiris are listening to our prayers even now, Dionysus.” She swung down from her saddle as dozens of other hooded figures crowded the mouths of the fortress tunnels to greet us. Pagans again, and if I tripped over many more of them in these bizarre adventures of mine it would be enough to take holy orders. This bunch was lunatic to a man and woman, I guessed, but none the less dangerous for that.

Dragut took me into the arcadelike tunnel that ran the length of the moat and gave access to caverns behind. Tunnels led deeper into the ancient fortress, and torches flickered back there. In ancient times, I guessed, these passages allowed soldiers to move from one part of the fort to another out of sight or catapult shot. Now they served as a dandy warren for bandit clans like ours. There were at least a hundred of Aurora’s confederates gathered, a few of them Muslim pirates but many more European. These newcomers wore black, gray, and white robes over the more conventional dress of their nations.

Harry clung tight as a limpet. “Who these people, Papa?”

“The local asylum.”

A hundred candles illuminated the grotto with smoky light. Animal-headed gods had been placed in niches, and pentagrams were drawn in the sand. There were muskets, pikes, cutlasses, and axes stacked in corners, and pipes and ram’s horns for music. Great coils of rope were stacked along with kegs of gunpowder and twists of fuse. The cloaks and hoods gave a sinister anonymity to the gathering, as if nobody wanted to be recognized as part of such foolery.

“Where did these people come from, Aurora?”

“You told Osiris in Paris that you were curious about the Egyptian Rite,” she replied. “Here we are, drawn at my summons from the lodges and temples of Europe. This is a rebirth of Templar and Pythagorean wisdom, Ethan, of Babylonian astrology and Cabbalistic mysticism! These men and women are some of the finest minds in Europe, and unlike other scholars we are open to new ideas and experiences. We have dukes and duchesses, savants and theologians, merchants and sea traders, highborn ladies and brilliant courtesans. They are here by merit. We induct tradesmen as readily as aristocrats, if they have proven themselves in the study of hermetic lore and the willingness to undergo ceremonial trials. There are English, French, German, Italian, and Spanish, united by their thirst for knowledge and reform.”

“What kind of reform?”

“The kind that comes from establishing our own rule. We’re a superior order, as far above the common man today as judges among the apes. It is our privilege, and our burden, to reform this planet, and to exterminate as many of the unilluminated as necessary.”

“Unilluminated?”

“Ancient truth is there to be rediscovered, but some turn their back on it or refuse to recognize what must be changed. The obstinate will be disposed of. The Rite will initiate a pure society, where everyone agrees on truth.”

“By eliminating anyone who doesn’t.”

“That’s a basic principle of governing. One achieves harmony by unanimity. There is nothing more chaotic, or inefficient, than people who question their rulers. Doubters by definition are not part of the exalted race. Those commoners who survive will serve as slaves to our priesthood.”

“I see. And am I exalted?”

“That remains to be seen.”

“And you’re going to achieve this consensus by burning all the world’s navies?”

“The world will be better without any navies, except ours.”

“A pirate navy.”

“A navy of entrepreneurs, mystics, and seekers of the light.”

“And what are all these fanatics doing
here
, Aurora?”

“They are not fanatics. They are the holiest of the holy, the ones who adhere most faithfully to our cause. They are patriots, Ethan, patriots who want to rediscover the secret powers of the civilization that came before our own, and bring back a lost golden age. We want to walk as the gods walked, with their powers and sensuous freedoms. We will do whatever we wish, with whomever we choose, and our slaves will rejoice that our tyranny is a thousand times sweeter than any liberty in today’s myopic world! When we finish our investigations, we of the Rite are going to be incapable of wrong, and will rule with perfect understanding. We’ll have visions through our opiates, and enlightenment through our ecstasies. We will be gods ourselves, perfect beings! And you can still join us! You and young Horus!”

“And Astiza?” I had to put a brake to Aurora’s fantasies.

Her lips narrowed. “If you still want her, after having seen the light.”

Here it was, then. Bored aristocrats, passed-over scientists, shunned deviants, bankrupt merchants, indebted gamblers, poxed libertines, the eccentric, and the wicked: all had finally found family in this monstrous perversion of Freemasonry founded by the charlatan Cagliostro more than a generation before. This bunch wanted magic and technology, yes, but even more they wanted to persecute every man and woman who had ever snubbed them. How sublime to be convinced that everyone who disagreed with you was your inferior! How satisfying to deem yourself a chosen race, without need for the scruples of lesser men! It was audacious and ludicrous, and yet what if we did find some death ray from old Archimedes? What if my own nation’s small navy was about to burst into flame because I, Ethan Gage, was helping this menagerie of megalomaniacs along? I dare not do it, except that little Harry was clinging to my neck, eyes instinctively wide at these robed conspirators. And then there was the dark snuffing shape of the attack dog Sokar padding in the shadows. How could I get us safely away?

By playing along until chance offered escape.

“We’re going to return to Syracuse,” Aurora said. “Dionysus will lead a parade of penitents, our own Egyptian Rite army, into the city to aid us. They’ll pose as pilgrims coming to celebrate the Feast of the Assumption, when Mary rose into heaven. Hamidou will have the new ships ready and bring them to the city at the precise moment. We’ll break the mirror loose, even if we have to bring the entire duomo down to do so.”

“You’re going to blow up a church during a Catholic holiday?”

“Just part of it, as quietly as possible.”

“This is balmy, Aurora. Give it up! Even if it’s there, you can’t get at it, or you’ll be sunk if you do.”

“We’ll get at it. You already suggested a way to get past the castle’s guns so that your child is not stung with flying splinters. You can plot the details with Hamidou while we conduct the Ceremony of Baal here. Then you’re going to help me steal the fire of Barbary.” Her eyes gleamed. “We’ll erect it in Tripoli, Ethan, on Karamanli’s ramparts, and when it is ignited by the sun we’ll have taken the first step toward world harmony!”

She turned from me to start readying some age-old occult ritual, the Muslim pirates eyeing this blasphemy with disquiet.

Harry whispered in my ear, “I want Mama.”

“So do I, son. So do I.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Once more I was breaking into a church in the middle of the night
,
committing so many sins on this quest that I feared I’d find the mouth of Hades in the most literal and unpleasant way. In addition to common sacrilege, I was assisting pirates and fanatics, I had dragged my son into the worst kind of danger, I was betraying the interests of my country, and I had gone back on my pledge to my three friends to keep our map secret. And this was my record when trying to do the right thing. If I ever consciously turn to infamy, my soul will be so threadbare that it won’t fill in a gale.