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  'And now Bevier's got it too?' Kalten asked her.

  "I'm afraid so. He's already beginning to behave

  irrationally. '

  'Talen,' Sparhawk said seriously, 'when you gave him

  that pail of water, did you touch him?'

  "I don't think so,' the boy replied.

  'Are you feeling any urges to run around rescuing

  ladies in distress?' Kurik asked him.

  'Me? Kurik, be serious.'

  'He's all right,' Sephrenia said with relief in her voice.

  'All right,' Sparhawk said, 'what do we do?'

  'We ride to Ghasek as quickly as we can,' she replied. 'I

  have to find out what's causing the infection before I can

  cure it. We absolutely have to get into that castle - even if

  it involves force.'

  'We can handle that,' Ulath said, 'but what are we

  going to do about that minstrel? If he can infect others

  just by touching them, he's likely to come back at the

  head of an army.'

  'There's a simple way to deal with it,' Kalten said

  putting his hand on his sword-hilt.

  'No,' Sephrenia said sharply. "I'll put him to sleep

  instead. A few days' rest might do him some good

  anyway.' She looked sternly at Kalten. 'Why is your first

  answer to any problem always a sword?'

  'Over-trained, I suppose,' he shrugged.

  Sephrenia began to speak the incantation, weaving the

  spell with her fingers and quietly releasing it.

  'What about Bevier?' Tynian asked. 'Wouldn't it be a

  good idea for him to go to sleep too?'

  She shook her head. 'He has to be able to ride. We can't

  leave him behind. Just don't get close enough to him to

  let him touch you. I've got problems enough already.'

  They walked back to the fire.

  'The poor fellow's gone to sleep,' Bevier reported.

  'What are we going to do about this?'

  'Tomorrow morning, we're going to ride on to

  Ghasek,' Sparhawk replied. 'Oh, one thing, Bevier,' he

  added. "I know you're outraged about this, but try to

  keep your emotions under control when we get there.

  Keep your hand away from your sword, and keep your

  tongue under control. Let's feel this situation out before

  we take any action.'

  'That's the course of prudence, I suppose,' Bevier

  admitted grudgingly. "I'll feign illness when we get

  there. I'm not sure I could restrain my anger if I have to

  look this monstrous count in the face too many times.'

  'Good idea,' Sparhawk agreed. 'Put a blanket over our

  friend here, and then get to bed. Tomorrow's going to be

  a hard day.' After Bevier had gone to his tent, Sparhawk spoke

  quietly with his fellow knights. 'Don't wake Bevier to

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  stand watch tonight,' he cautioned. "I don't want him

  getting any ideas about riding out on his own in the

  middle of the night. They all nodded and went to their blankets.

  It was still cloudy the following morning, a dense, grey

  overcast that filled the dismal wood with a kind of murky

  twilight. After they had finished breakfast, Kurik erected

  a sheet of canvas on poles over the sleeping minstrel.

  "just in case it rains,' he said.

  'is he all right?' Bevier asked.

  "just exhausted,' Sephrenia replied evasively. 'Let him

  sleep.' They mounted and rode back out to the rutted track.

  Sparhawk led them at first at a trot to warm up the

  horses, and then, after about a half-hour he pushed

  Faran into a gallop. 'Keep your eyes on the road,' he

  shouted to the others. 'Let's not cripple any of the

  horses.'

  They rode hard through the murky wood, slowing

  briefly from time to time to rest their mounts. As the day

  progressed, they began to hear rumbles of thunder off to

  the west, and the impending storm increased their desire

  to reach the questionable safety of the house at Ghasek.

  As they drew closer to the count's castle, they passed

  deserted villages that had fallen into ruin. The stormclouds

  roiled overhead, and the distant thunder marched

  steadily towards them.

  Late in the afternoon, they rounded a curve and saw

  the large castle perched atop a crag on the far side of a

  desolate field where ruined houses stood huddled

  together as if fearful of the bleak structure glowering

  down at them. Sparhawk reined Faran in. 'Let's not just

  go charging up there,' he said to the others. 'We don't

  want the people in the castle to misunderstand our

  intentions.' He led them at a trot across the field. They

  passed the village and approached the base of the craggy

  hill.

  There was a narrow track leading up the side of the

  crag, and they rode up it in single file.

  'Gloomy-looking place,' Ulath said, craning his neck to

  look up at the brooding structure atop the crag.

  "It doesn't really help to generate much enthusiasm for

  this visit,' Kalten agreed.

  The track they followed led ultimately to a barred gate.

  Sparhawk reined in, leaned over in his saddle and

  pounded on the gate with one steel-clad fist.

  They waited, but nothing happened.

  Sparhawk pounded again.

  After some time, a small panel in the centre of the gate

  slid open. 'What is it?' a hollow voice demanded shortly.

  'We are travellers," Sparhawk replied, 'and we seek

  shelter from the storm which approaches.'

  The house is closed to strangers.'

  'Open the gate,' Sparhawk said flatly. 'We are Knights

  of the Church, and failure to comply with our reasonable

  request for shelter is an offence against God.'

  The unseen man on the other side of the gate hesitated.

  ''I must ask the count's permission,' he said grudgingly in

  a deep, rumbling voice.

  'Do so at once then.'

  'Not a very promising beginning, is it?' Kalten said.

  'Gatekeepers sometimes take themselves too

  seriously,' Tynian told him. 'Keys and locks do strange

  things to some people's sense of proportion.'

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  They waited while lightning streaked the purple sky to

  the west.

  Then, after what seemed a very long time, they heard

  the rattling of a chain followed by the sound of a heavy

  iron bar sliding through massive rings. Grudgingly, the

  gate groaned open.

  The man inside was huge. He wore bull-hide armour,

  and his eyes were deep-sunk beneath heavy brows. His

  lower jaw protruded, and his face was bleak.

  Sparhawk knew him. He had seen him once before.

  *Chapter14

  The corridor into which the surly gate-guard led them was

  draped with cobwebs and dimly lit by flickering torches set

  in iron rings at widely spaced intervals. Sparhawk quite

  deliberately lagged behind to fall in beside Sephrenia. 'You

  recognised him too?' he whispered to her.

  She nodded. 'There's more going on here than we

  realized,' she whispered back. 'Be very careful, Sparhawk.

&
nbsp; This is dangerous.'

  'right,' he grunted.

  At the far end of the cobwebbed hallway stood a large,

  heavy door. When their silent escort pulled it open, the

  rusty hinges squealed in protest. They came out at the

  head of a curved stairway that led down into a very large

  room. The room was vaulted, its wals were painted

  white, and the polished stone floor was as black as night.

  A fire burned fitfully in the arched fireplace, and the only

  other light came from a single candle on the table before

  the fire. Seated at the table was a pale-faced, grey-haired

  man dressed all in black. His face was melancholy and

  had the pallor of one who is seldom out in the sun. He

  looked somehow unhealthy, a victim of some obscure

  malaise. He was reading a large, leather-bound book by

  the light of his single candle.

  The people I spoke of, Master,' the lantern-jawed man

  in the bull-hide armour said deferentially in his deep,

  hollow voice.

  'Very well, Occuda,' the man at the table replied in a

  weary voice. 'Prepare chambers for them. They will stay

  until the storm abates.'

  The big servant turned.

  "It shall be as you say, master."

  and went back up the stairs.

  "Very few people travel into this part of the kingdom."

  The man in black informed them. "The region is desolate

  and unpopulated. I am count Gazec, and I offer you the

  meagre shelter of my house until the weather clears.

  In time, you may wish that you had not found my gate.'

  'My name is Sparhawk, ' the big Pandion told him, and

  then he introduced the others.

  Ghasek nodded politely to each. 'Seat yourselves," he

  invited his guests. 'Occuda will return shortly and

  prepare refreshments for you.'

  'You are very kind, My Lord of Ghasek," Sparhawk

  said, removing his helmet and gauntlets.

  'You may not think so for long, Sir Sparhawk,' Ghasek

  said ominously.

  'That's the second time you've hinted at some kind of

  trouble within your walls, My Lord,' Tynian said.

  'And it may not be the last, Sir Tynian. The word

  "trouble", however, is far too mild, I'm afraid. To be

  quite honest with you, had you not been Knights of the

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  Church, my gates would have remained closed to you.

  This is an unhappy house, and I do not willingly inflict its

  sorrows on strangers.'

  'We passed through Venne a few days ago, My Lord, '

  Sparhawk said carefully. 'All manner of rumours are

  going about concerning your castle.'

  "I'm not in the least surprised,' the count replied,

  passing a trembling hand across his face.

  'Are you unwell, My Lord?' Sephrenia asked him.

  'Advancing age perhaps, Madame, and there's only

  one cure for that.'

  'We saw no other servants in your house, My Lord,'

  Bevier said, obviously choosing his words carefully.

  'Occuda and I are the only ones here now, Sir Bevier.

  "We encountered a minstrel in the forest, Count

  Ghasek," Bevier told him, almost accusingly. "He mentioned

  the fact that you had a sister."

  "Youmust mean the fool called Arbele,' the count

  replied. 'Yes, I do in fact have a sister.'

  "WIll the lady be joining us?' Bevier's tone was sharp.

  'No,' the count replied shortly. 'My sister is

  indisposed . '

  'Lady Sephrenia here is highly skilled in the healing

  arts,' Bevier pressed.

  'My sisters malady is not susceptible to cure.' The

  count said it with a note of finality.

  That's enough, Bevier,' Sparhawk told the young

  Cyrinic in a tone of command.

  Bevier flushed and rose from his chair to walk( to the far

  end of the room.

  The young man seems distraught,' the count

  observed.

  The minstrel Arbele told him some things about your

  house,' Tynian said candidly. 'Beviers an ArCian and

  they're an emotional people.'

  "I see,' the melancholy nobleman replied. "I can

  imagine the kind of wild tales Arbele is telling. Fortunately,

  few will believe him.'

  "I'm afraid you're in error, My Lord,' Sephrenia

  disagreed. 'The tales Arbele tells are a symptom of a

  disorder that clouds his reason, and the disorder is

  infectious. For a time at least, everyone he encounters

  will accept what he says as absolute truth.'

  'My sister's arm grows longer, I see.'

  From somewhere far back in the house there came a

  hideous shriek, followed by peal upon peal of mindless

  laughter.

  'Your sister?' SePhrenia asked gently.

  Ghasek nodded, and Sparhawk could see the tears

  brimming in his eyes.

  'And her malady is not physical?'

  'No.'

  'Let us not pursue this further, gentlemen,' Sephrenia

  said to the knights. 'The subject is painful to the count.'

  'You're very kind, Madame,' Ghasek said gratefully.

  He sighed, then said, 'Tell me, Sir Knights, what brings

  you into this melancholy forest?'

  'We came expressly to see you, My Lord,' Sparhawk

  told him.

  'Me?' The count looked surprised.

  'We are on a quest, Count Ghasek. We seek the final

  resting place of King Sarak of Thalesia, who fell during

  the Zemoch invasion.'

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  'The name is vaguely familiar to me.'

  "I thought it might be. A tanner in the town of Paler - a

  man named Berd - '

  'Yes. I know him.'

  'Anyway, he told us of the chronicle you're compiling.'

  The count's eyes brightened, bringing life to his face

  for the first time since they had entered the room. 'The

  labour of a lifetime, Sir Sparhawk.'

  'So I understand, My Lord. Berd told us that your

  research has been more or less exhaustive.'

  'Berd may be a bit overgenerous in that regard.' The

  count smiled modestly. "I have, however, gathered most

  of the folk-lore in northern Pelosia and even in some

  parts of deira. Otha's invasion was far more extensive

  than is generally known.'

  'Yes, so we discovered. With your permission, we'd

  like to examine your chronicle for clues that might lead us

  to the place where King Sarak is buried.'

  'Certainly, Sir Sparhawk, and I'll help you myself, but

  the hour grows late, and my chronicle is weighty.' He

  smiled self-deprecatingly. 'Once I begin, we could be up

  for most of the night. I lose all track of time once I

  immerse myself in those pages. Suppose we wait until

  morning before we begin."

  'As you wish, My Lord.'

  Then Occuda entered, bringing a large pot of thick

  stew and a stack of plates. "I fed her, Master,' he said

  quietly.

  'is there any change?' the count asked.

  'No, Master. I'm afraid not.'

  The count sighed, and his face became melancholy

  again.

  Occuda's
skills in the kitchen appeared to be Limited.

  The stew he provided was mediocre at best, but the count

  was so immersed in his studies that he appeared to be

  indifferent to what was set before him.

  After they had eaten, the count bade them good night,

  and Occuda led them up the stairs and down a long

  corridor towards the rooms he had prepared. As they

  approached the chambers, they heard the shrieks of the

  madwoman once again. Bevier suppressed a sob. "She's

  suffering,' he said in an anguished voice.

  'No, Sir Knight,' Occuda disagreed. "She's completely

  insane, and people in her condition cannot comprehend

  their circumstances.'

  "I'd be interested to know how a servant came to be

  such an expert in diseases of the mind.'

  "That's enough, Bevier,' Sparhawk said again.

  'No, SIr Knight,' Occuda said. "your friend's question

  is pertinent.' He turned towards Bevier. 'in my youth, I

  was a monk,' he said. 'My order devoted itself to caring

  for the infirm. One of our abbeys had been converted into

  a hospice for the deranged, and that's where I served. I

  have had much experience with the insane. Believe me

  when I tell you that Lady Bellina is hopelessly mad.'

  Bevier looked a little less certain of himself, but then his

  eyes hardened again. "I don't believe you,' he snapped.

  "That's entirely up to you, Sir Knight,' Occuda said.

  'This will be your chamber.' He opened a door. 'Sleep

  well.'

  Bevier went into the room and slammed the door

  behind him.

  'You know that as soon as the house grows quiet, he'll

  go in search of the count's sister, don't you?' Sephrenia

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  murmured.

  'You're probably right,' Sparhawk agreed. 'Occuda, is

  there some way you can lock that door?'

  The huge Pelosian nodded. "I can chain it shut, My

  Lord,' he said.

  'You'd better do it then. We don't want Bevier wandering

  around the halls in the middle of the night.'

  Sparhawk thought a moment. 'We'd better post a guard

  outside his door as well,' he told the others. 'He's got his

  lochaber axe with him, and if he gets desperate enough,

  he might try to chop the door down.'

  'That could get a little tricky, Sparhawk,' Kalten said

  dubiously. 'We don't want to hurt him, but we don't

  want him coming at us with that gruesome axe of his

  either.'

  'if he tries to get out, we'll just have to overpower him,'

  Sparhawk said.

 

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