5 Soul of the Fire

by Goodkind, Terry

  "Beata. Can't say as the name rings a bell, Inger."

  "No reason it should. Her business is with the kitchen. Among other things, she delivers for me. I trust her like she were a daughter. She's smart with numbers. She remembers what I tell her. That's important because Hakens can't read, so I can't give them a list. It's important they remember. I never have to load for her; after I tell her what's to go she gets it right. I never have to worry about her getting orders wrong or being short."

  "I can see-"

  "So, all of a sudden, she doesn't want to deliver to the estate." . .

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  Dalton watched the man's fist tighten.

  "We had a load to bring over today. An important load for a feast. I told her to go get Brownie hitched to the cart because I had a load for her to take to the estate.

  "She said no." Inger's fist smacked the desktop. "No!"

  The butcher sat back a little and righted an unlit candle that had taken flight.

  "I don't take well to people I employ telling me no. But Beata, well, she's like a daughter. So, instead of giving her the back of my hand, I thought to reason with her. I figured maybe it was some boy she didn't like anymore she didn't want to see, or something like that. I don't always understand the things a girl can get in her head to make them go all moody.

  "I sat her down and asked her why she didn't want to take the load to the estate. She said she just didn't. I said that wasn't good enough. She said she'd do double loads to somewhere else. She said she'd dress fowl all night as punishment, but she wouldn't go to the estate.

  "I asked her why she didn't want to go, if it was because someone there did something to her. She refused to tell me. Refused! She said she wasn't going to take any more loads there and that was all there was to it.

  "I told her that unless she told me why, so I could understand it, she was going to take the load out to the estate whether she wanted to or not.

  "She started to cry."

  Inger was making a fist again.

  "Now, I've known Beata since she was sucking her thumb. I don't think that in the last dozen years I've ever seen that girl cry but once before. I've seen her slice herself open good when she was butchering, and she never cried, even when I stitched her. Made some real faces in pain, but she didn't cry. When her mother died, she cried. But that was the only time.

  "Until I told her today she had to go to the estate.

  "So, I brought the load myself. Now, Master Campbell, I don't know what went on here, but I can tell you that

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  whatever it was, it made Beata cry, and that tells me it wasn't nothing good. She always liked going before. She spoke highly of the Minister as a man she respected for all he'd done for Anderith. She was proud to deliver to the estate.

  "No longer.

  "Knowing Beata, I'd say someone here had their way with her. Knowing Beata, I'd say she weren't willing. Not willing at all.

  "Like I said, I almost think of that girl as my daughter."

  Dalton didn't take his eyes off the man. "She's Haken."

  "So she is." Inger didn't take his eyes off Dalton.

  "Now, Master Campbell, I want the young man who hurt Beata. I intend to hang that young man up on a meat hook. From the way Beata was bawling, I have a feeling it wasn't just one young man, but maybe more. Maybe a gang of boys hurt her.

  "I know you're a busy man, what with the murder of that Winthrop woman, rest her soul, but I'd appreciate it if you looked into this for me. I don't intend to let it go by."

  Dalton leaned forward and folded his hands on the table.

  "Inger, I can assure you I won't tolerate such a thing happening at the estate. I consider this a very serious matter. The Minister of Culture's office is here to serve the people of Anderith. It would be the worst possible result if one or more men here harmed a young woman."

  "Not if," Inger said. "Did."

  "Of course. You have my personal assurance that I, personally, will pursue this to resolution. I'll not stand for anyone, Ander or Haken, being in any kind of danger at the estate. Everyone must be entirely safe here. I'll not allow anyone, Ander or Haken, to escape justice.

  "You must understand, however, that with the murder of an important woman, and the possible danger to the lives of other people, including Haken women, my first responsibility lies there. The city is in a tumult over it. People expect such a grievous act to be punished."

  Inger bowed his head. "I understand. I will accept your

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  personal assurance that I will have the name of the young man or men responsible." The chair scraped across the floor as Inger rose. "Or the not-so-young man."

  Dalton stood. "Young or old, we will put all due effort into finding the culprit. You have my word."

  Inger reached out and clasped hands with Dalton. The man had a crushing grip.

  "I'm pleased to know I came to the right man, Master Campbell."

  "You did indeed."

  "Yes?" Dalton called out at the knock on the door. He expected he knew who it was and kept writing instructions for the new guards he was ordering posted at the estate. Guards at the estate were separate from the army. They were Anders. He wouldn't trust authentic guard duty to the army.

  "Master Campbell?"

  He looked up. "Come in, Fitch."

  The boy strode in and stood erect before the desk. He seemed to be standing taller since he had put on the uniform and even more so since the business with Claudine. Dalton was pleased with the way Fitch and his muscular friend had followed instructions. Some of the others had given Dalton a confidential report.

  Dalton set down the glass dipping pen. "Fitch, do you remember the first time we talked?"

  The question staggered the boy a bit. "Yes... uh, yes, sir," he stammered. "I remember."

  "Up the hall a ways. Near the landing."

  "Yes, sir, Master Campbell. I surely was grateful for you not-I mean, for the kind way you treated me."

  "For me not reporting you were somewhere you didn't belong."

  "Yes, sir." He licked his lips. "That was very good of you, Master Campbell."

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  Dalton stroked a finger along his temple. "I recall you told me that day how the Minister was a good man and you wouldn't like to hear anyone say anything against him."

  "Yes, sir, that's true."

  "And you proved yourself as good as your word-proved you would do whatever needed doing to protect him." Dalton smiled just a little. "Do you remember what else I told you that day on the landing?"

  Fitch cleared his throat. "You mean about me someday earning my sir name?"

  "That's right. So far, you are living up to what I expected. Now, do you remember what else happened that day on the landing?"

  Dalton knew without a doubt the boy remembered. It wouldn't be something he would soon forget. Fitch fidgeted as he tried to think of a way to say it without saying it.

  "Well, sir, I... I mean, there was ..."

  "Fitch, you do recall that young lady smacking you?"

  Fitch cleared his throat. "Yes, sir, I remember that."

  "And you know her?"

  "Her name is Beata. She works for the butcher, Inger. She's in my penance assembly."

  "And you must have seen what she was doing up there? The Minister saw you. Stein saw you. You must have seen them with her?"

  "It wasn't the Minister's fault, sir. She was getting what she'd asked for. Nothing more. She was always fawning over him, talking about how handsome he was, talking about how wonderful he was. She was always sighing aloud whenever she mentioned his name. Knowing her, she asked for what she got. Sir."

  Dalton smiled to himself. "You liked her, didn't you, Fitch?"

  "Well, sir, I don't know. It's kind of hard to like a person who hates you. Kind of wears you down, after a time."

  Dalton could plainly see the boy's feelings for the girl. It was written all over his face, even if he denied it.

  "Well the t
hing is, Fitch, this girl might of a sudden be

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  interested in causing trouble. Sometimes girls get that way, later. You will someday come to learn that. Be careful of doing what they ask, because they will sometimes later want to make it seem they never asked at all."

  The boy looked bewildered! "I never knew such a thing, sir. Thank you for the advice."

  "Well, as you said, she got no more than she asked for. There was no force involved. Now, though, she might be having second thoughts, and be looking to cry rape. Much the same as Claudine Winthrop. Women who are with important men sometimes do that, later, to try to get something. They get greedy."

  "Master Campbell, I'm sure she wouldn't-"

  "Inger paid me a visit a little earlier."

  Fitch lost a little color. "She told Inger?"

  "No. She told him only that she refused to deliver here to the estate. But Inger is a smart man. He figures he knows the reason. He wants what he figures to be justice. If he forces this girl, Beata, to charge a man, the Minister could be unjustly subjected to ugly accusations."

  Dalton stood. "You know this girl. It may be necessary for you to handle her in the same way you dealt with Claudine Winthrop. She knows you. She would let you get close to her."

  Fitch lost the rest of his color. "Master Campbell... sir, I..."

  "You what, Fitch? You have lost your interest in earning a sir name? You have lost your interest in your new work as a messenger? You have lost your interest in your new uniform?"

  "No sir, it's not that."

  "Then what is it, Fitch?"

  "Nothing, sir. I guess ... like I said, anything that happened is no more than what she asked for. I can see that it wouldn't be right for her to be accusing the Minister of something wrong when he didn't do nothing wrong."

  "No more than it was right for Claudine to do the same."

  Fitch swallowed. "No, sir. No more right than that."

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  Dalton returned to his chair. "I'm glad we understand each other. I'll call you if she becomes a problem. Hopefully, that won't be necessary.

  "Who knows, perhaps she will think better of such hateful accusations. Perhaps someone will talk some sense into her before it becomes necessary to protect the Minister from her wrongful charges. Perhaps she will even decide that butchering work is not for her, and she will go off to work on a farm, or something."

  Dalton idly sucked on the end of the pen as he watched Fitch pull the door closed behind himself. He thought it would be interesting to see how the boy handled it. If he didn't, then Rowley surely would.

  But if Fitch handled it, then all the pieces would fall together into a masterful mosaic.

  CHAPTER 40

  MASTER SPINK'S BOOTS THUNKED on the plank floor as he strode among the benches, hands clasped behind his back. People were still sobbing about the Ander women. Sobbing about what was done to them by the Haken army. Fitch thought he'd known what the lesson was going to be, but he was wrong. It was more horrible than he could have imagined.

  He could feel his face glowing as red as his hair. Master

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  Spink had filled in a lot of the sketchy parts of Fitch's understanding of the act of sex. It had not been the pleasurable learning experience he had always anticipated. What he had always viewed with longing was now turned to repugnance by the stories of those Ander women.

  It was made all the worse by the fact that there was a woman to each side of him on the bench. Knowing what the lesson was going to be, all the women had tried to sit together to one side of the room and all the men had tried to sit on the other side. Master Spink never much cared where they sat.

  But when they'd filed in, Master Spink made them sit where he told them. Man, woman, man, woman. He knew everyone in the penance assembly, and knew where they lived and worked. He made them sit all mixed up, next to people from somewhere else, so they wouldn't know the person next to them so well.

  He did that to make it more embarrassing for them when he told the stories of each woman and what was done to her. He described the acts in detail. There wasn't a lot of sobbing for most of it. People were too shocked by what they heard to cry, and too embarrassed to want to call attention to themselves.

  Fitch, for one, had never heard such things about a man and a woman, and he'd heard a lot of things from some of the other scullions and messengers. Of course, the men were Haken overlords, and naturally they weren't at all kind or gentle. They meant to hurt the Ander women. To humiliate them. That was how hateful the Hakens were.

  "No doubt you all are thinking," Master Spink went on, " 'that was so long ago. That was ages ago. That was the Haken overlords. We are better than that, now,' you are thinking."

  Master Spink's boots stopped in front of Fitch. "Is that what you are thinking, Fitch? Is that what you are thinking in your fine uniform? Are' you thinking you are better than the Haken overlords? That the Hakens have learned to be better?"

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  "No, sir," Fitch said. "We are no better, sir."

  Master Spink grunted and then moved on. "Do any of you think the Hakens nowadays are outgrowing their hateful ways? Do you think you are better people than in the past?"

  Fitch stole a glance to each side. About half the people tentatively raised their hands.

  Master Spink exploded in rage. "So! You think Hakens are nowadays better? You arrogant people think you are better?"

  The hands all quickly dropped back into laps.

  "You are no better! Your hateful ways continue to this day!"

  His boots started their slow thump, thump, thump as he walked among the silent assembly.

  "You are no better," he repeated, but this time in a quiet voice. "You are the same."

  Fitch didn't recall the man's voice ever sounding so defeated. He sounded as if he was about to cry himself.

  "Claudine Winthrop was a most respected and renowned woman. While she was alive, she worked for all people, Hakens as well as Anders. One of her last works was to help change outdated laws so starving people, mostly Hakens, were able to find work.

  "Before she died, she came to know that you are no different than those Haken overlords, that you are the same."

  His boots thumped on across the room.

  "Claudine Winthrop shared something with those women of long ago-those women I've taught you about today. She 'shared the same fate."

  Fitch was frowning to himself. He knew Claudine didn't share the same fate. She died quick.

  "Just like those women, Claudine Winthrop was raped by a gang of Hakens."

  Fitch looked up, his frown growing. As soon as he realized he was frowning, he changed the expression on his face. Fortunately, Master Spink was on the other side of the room, looking into the eyes of Haken boys over there, and didn't see Fitch's startled reaction.

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  "We can only guess how many hours poor Claudine Winthrop had to endure the laughing, taunting, jeering men who raped her. We can only guess at the number of cruel heartless Hakens who put her through such an ordeal out there, in that field but, by the way the wheat was trampled, the authorities say it must have been between thirty and forty men."

  The class gasped in horror. Fitch gasped, too. There hadn't been half that number. He wanted to stand up and say it was wrong, that they didn't do such vile things to Claudine, and that she'd deserved killing for wanting to harm the Minister and future Sovereign and that it was his duty. Fitch wanted to say they'd done a good thing for .the Minister and for Anderith. Instead, he hung his head.

  "But it wasn't thirty to forty men," Master Spink said. He pointed his finger out at the room, sweeping it slowly from one side to the other. "It was all of you. All you Hakens raped and murdered her. Because of the hate you still harbor in your hearts, you all took part in that rape and murder."

  He turned his back to the room. "Now, get out of here. I've had all I can stand of your hate-filled Haken eyes for one day. I can endure your crimes no longer. Go
. Go, until next assembly and think on how you might be better people."

  Fitch bolted for the door. He didn't want to miss her. He didn't want her to get out into the street. He lost track of her in the shuffle of others hurrying to get out, but he did manage to squeeze to near the head of the line.

  Once out in the cool night air, Fitch moved off to the side. He checked those who'd left before him and rushed out to the street, but he didn't see her. He waited in the shadows and watched the rest of the' people coming out.