After a moment, the guard poked his head in the door. “General?”
“Fetch Commander Shaeder here. He must hear this.”
The guard ducked his head and disappeared again.
Gutzmann tipped back in his chair. “You’ve betrayed yourself, for you don’t know Shaeder. There isn’t enough gold in the world for that old Sigmarite to turn his back on the Empire. He loves it more than life itself. If he were to betray me, it wouldn’t be for gold, it would be to stop me from leaving.”
“I only repeat what I heard, sir,” said Reiner. “The cave-ins are a lie. The reason he shuts the mine is so that the ratmen may use their digging machines, which they have heretofore used only at night, all this day and night to widen their tunnel to the mine in order to bring up their siege engines and attack the fort tomorrow after dark.”
Gutzmann was red in the face. “Enough sir, enough. Digging machines? Siege engines? It is already madness to believe in rat-men, but to credit them with the ability to build machines of such complexity?”
“My lord, please!” Reiner held out his hands. “Think for a moment. Why would I put myself at such great risk to tell you a foolish lie? I have found already the proof Manfred asked me to seek out. I know you intend to desert the Empire and help Caspar usurp his brother’s throne. I know of the shipments of gold.”
“You…!” Gutzmann’s eyes bulged. “Quiet, you fool!”
Reiner ignored him. “If I had wanted to betray you, I would have found a way to kill you and escaped north with the gold you hide in the crates in the third tunnel.”
Reiner saw Abel’s head come up at that.
Veins were throbbing in Gutzmann’s temples. “You know all this?”
“And yet,” said Reiner. “Still I came here to warn you, when a fortune and Manfred’s favour were within easy reach.”
“But…” said Gutzmann. “But, ratmen?”
There was a knock at the door and Shaeder entered. “You wished to see me, general?”
“Shaeder, come in,” said Gutzmann. He wiped his brow and composed himself. “I… I thought you should face your accuser.”
Reiner thought he saw Shaeder pale a little as he turned and saw him. The commander had recognized him in the tunnel then—and undoubtedly thought him killed by the black rats.
He recovered instantly, however. “Corporal Meyerling? Of what does he accuse me?” His nose wrinkled. “And why does he smell so?”
“He says that you conspire with ratmen who live in tunnels below the mine to overrun the fort and make of Aulschweig a, what was it you said, sir? A grain farm? And that you did all this for the gold in the mine.”
Shaeder laughed, long and loud. But stopped when he realized that Gutzmann hadn’t joined him.
He frowned. “I’m sorry, general. It is no laughing matter. For whether the man is mad, or has some more sinister purpose in spouting this nonsense, he is dangerous, and should be locked up before he tries to do you injury. You can’t possibly believe him?”
Gutzmann shrugged. “I don’t know what to believe now.”
Reiner swallowed. “My lord, I don’t ask you to believe me. Only go to the end of the closed tunnel and see what you find. If after that you find nothing, you may do with me what you will.”
“You see, general,” said Abel, “he seeks to lure you to a cave-in. Hang him.”
Reiner thought he saw a sly smile flick across Shaeder’s lips as he turned to Gutzmann, chuckling. “No no, my lord. I could not live with your suspicion hovering over me. I insist that you come to the mine and see for yourself the falseness of Meyerling’s story. Merely allow the engineers tomorrow morning to make sure that he hasn’t planted some vile trap and I will have them escort you down to the cave-in that blocks the tunnel.”
Gutzmann nodded. “I will. I have meant to see it for myself anyway.” He turned to Reiner, his face sad and hard. “I can pity a madman, sir, but I do not care for liars. As you will discover.”
Reiner cursed himself as Gutzmann motioned for Matthais to take him away. What a fool he was. He had played directly into Shaeder’s hands. He had given him the perfect excuse to deliver Gutzmann to his doom. He didn’t resist when Matthais took his arm, or notice when he gave him a hurt look. He didn’t even spit at Abel as he passed. He was too absorbed in flagellating himself.
THIRTEEN
Do You Still Say I Lie?
The rest of the Blackhearts were sitting in sullen silence when Matthias and two guards threw Reiner into a dank, straw-strewn stone cell deep beneath the keep. He could barely see them as they raised their heads, just their eyes glinting in the dim torchlight that found its way through the oak door’s heavily barred window. Franka nodded to him, but said nothing. She sat apart from the others.
Only Karel brightened at the sight of him. “Captain, you’re here! The others thought you might have betrayed us.”
Reiner shot a look at Hals and Pavel. “The others will think anything of me, it seems.” There was little room left to sit. Much of the floor was studded with heavy iron bolts from which the chains had rusted long ago. No one seemed inclined to make room for him. He sighed, then crossed deliberately to Franka and sat down beside her. No one spoke. “It wasn’t I who betrayed us,” he said at last. “It was Abel. He named us assassins.”
“Hey?” said Giano. “For why?”
Gert snorted. “So he can get us out of the way and claim the credit of killing Gutzmann for himself. Always thought that boy was a mite too smart.”
“Aye,” said Reiner, pointedly. “There’s a fellow who truly cares only for his own skin.”
There was an uncomfortable silence after that. In the darkness, Reiner could see Pavel nudging Hals. Hals shoved back, angry, but after a moment he sighed.
“All right, all right.” He looked up at Reiner, his mouth pulled down into a bulldog frown. “Captain, I’ll ask ye plain what we all been wondering. What went on in the room in the brothel before the ratmen attacked?”
Reiner shook his head. “We are locked in a cell, with our true purpose exposed and the noose getting nearer by the second, and this is what concerns you?”
“I no care,” said Giano. “Is they who is caring. Love is love, hey?”
“That weren’t an answer,” said Gert.
“Then I’ll give you one,” Reiner snapped. “What happened in that room is no business of yours. Now, have any of you any ideas for escaping this pit?”
“But it is our business! How are we to follow ye when ye keep secrets from us?” asked Pavel. “How can we trust ye when y’ve lied?”
Reiner snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re all of us liars. We’ve every one of us secrets. You and Hals still haven’t told what really happened with your captain, to name an instance.”
“We have, though,” said Hals.
“And t’ain’t the same anyway,” Pavel said, shaking his head. “The secrets we keep don’t make us unfit to lead.”
“Nor does mine.”
“Captain,” said Karel, pleadingly. “Just deny it plainly and have an end to it.”
Pavel sneered. “Being a lover of men may not matter in Altdorf gambling houses, but t’ain’t right in the army, where we all live, er, cheek by jowl, so to speak.”
“Captain ain’t an invert, curse you!” cried Dag. “And I’ll kill the man who says so!”
“Then y’ll be killing all of us, I think,” said Gert.
Reiner sighed. “And that’s what it comes down to, isn’t it? It’s not the secrets. It’s not the lies. Well, let me set your minds at ease. Dag is right. I am not a lover of men.”
“You see!” cried Dag. “You see.”
“Though if I was,” continued Reiner, “I wouldn’t be the first or the last to lead men…”
He stopped when he saw Hals’ and Pavel’s faces. They were almost comically downcast.
“What now?”
“We hoped at least that ye wouldn’t lie,” said Pavel.
Hals clenche
d his fists. “Captain, I saw ye!”
“What you saw wasn’t what you thought it was,” said Reiner. “You were mistaken.”
“Then what was it?” asked Pavel.
Reiner’s eyes slid to Franka, then away. “I cannot say.”
“T’ain’t good enough,” said Hals.
“Pikeman,” said Karel, angry. “You have no right to harass a superior officer this way. Captain…”
Reiner waved a hand at Karel. “Forget it, lad, forget it.” He sighed and looked back to Hals. “And if I were to say I am, would you trust me again? Would you follow me?”
There was a long pause. Everybody looked at the floor.
At last Reiner chuckled. “You see, I was right. The lies and secrets don’t matter. It’s only who I bunk with that concerns you. Something that matters not the slightest…”
“So you admit it?” said Hals.
“No, I do not,” said Reiner scornfully. “You put words in my mouth.”
Gert sneered. “Better than what you put in your mouth, captain.”
Dag shot to his feet, fists balled. “Y’filthy dog. Y’ll die for that!” He leapt at Gert, swinging blindly. Gert lurched aside, absorbing most of the punches with his bulk, then grabbed the archer’s legs and pulled him down. They rolled about on the floor in a chaos of flailing arms and legs. Everyone but Reiner and Jergen shouted at them and tried to pull them apart.
Franka jumped up, furious. “Stop it, you fools! Stop it! You’re all mad! Captain Hetsau isn’t a lover of men!” she cried. “And I should know better than any of you!”
Reiner’s heart banged against his ribs. “Frank—Franz! Don’t be a fool!” He tried to pull her back down.
She wrenched her arm away. “The reason I was wearing woman’s clothes, and the reason Captain Reiner was kissing me…”
“Franka! Stop!”
“…is because I am a woman!”
Reiner groaned. The secret was out. Franka would be a soldier no more. Manfred would send her away from him. The other Blackhearts would shun her.
The other Blackhearts hadn’t heard her. They were too busy trying to separate Gert and Dag. She grabbed Pavel and shook him by the shirt-front.
“Listen to me, curse you! I’m a woman!”
“Hey?” Hals blinked. “What d’ye say, lad?”
“I’m not a lad,” Franka screamed. “Are you deaf?”
The others were turning now. Even Dag and Gert were slowing their punches.
“Not a lad?” said Pavel, confused.
“No,” said Franka, struggling for patience. “I am a woman. I disguised myself as a boy so I could fight for the Empire.”
The men stared at her. Dag and Gert gaped at her from the floor.
“Is true?” asked Giano.
“Of course it ain’t,” said Hals. He shook his head sadly. “Lad. I know why y’do this. Ye wish to protect the captain, and ’tis a noble thought. But it won’t wash. We’ve seen y’fight. Lasses don’t fight.”
“I do,” said Franka. “Come, have you never wondered why I’ve never bathed with you? Why I always tented alone? Why I said I’d kill any man who touched me?”
“Y’might have been afraid of, er, temptation,” said Pavel.
Franka laughed. “Do you think yourself so irresistible, pikeman?”
“Why don’t y’ask her to show ye proof,” said Gert.
Dag laughed. “Aye. Aye, give us a show.”
“No!” cried Reiner. “I forbid it. Get away, you filthy jackals!”
Franka shrugged. “I think I must, captain. There seems no other way to convince them. But not to all of you, curse you!” she shouted, catching their looks.
She turned from one to the other, then at last came to a decision. “Hals, stand in the corner.”
She pointed to the far end of the cell. Hals looked embarrassed. The others chuckled.
“Come on, come on,” said Franka. “Let’s be done with it.”
With dragging feet, Hals trudged to the corner and faced out. Franka stood in front of him and began unlacing her jerkin.
The company waited in silence. Dag’s eyes gleamed. Reiner wanted to kill them all for forcing Franka to this indignity. How dare they not take her at her word? Then he recalled that she had had to do the same for him in order to convince him.
Hals shifted uncomfortably as Franka opened her jerkin and began undoing her buttons. He didn’t seem to know where to look. At last Franka pulled aside her shirt and tugged down the bandages with which she bound her chest. “There,” she said, glaring. “Do you still say I lie?”
Reiner and the others couldn’t see Franka’s nakedness, but the look on Hals’ face told them all they needed to know. Reiner laughed in spite of himself. The veteran pikeman was gaping like a gaffed trout. He looked like the cuckolded husband from an innyard farce.
“Yer… yer a lass!” he said, blinking.
Franka pulled up her bandages and closed her shirt. “Aye,” she said dryly. “So now you’ve no reason to distrust the captain, yes?”
“But this is no better!” cried Pavel, stepping forward. “We, we’ve cursed in front of you. Told barracks stories in front of you.”
“We’ve pissed in front of you, for Sigmar’s sake!” roared Hals, outraged. “Y’ve seen us naked.”
“Not to worry,” said Franka. “I took no pleasure in it.”
Gert laughed. “The lass has wit, at least.”
Karel turned to Reiner, very stiff. “Captain, you have known this girl’s secret for some time?”
“Since the caves of the Middle Mountains,” said Reiner.
“And you have allowed her to fight, to put herself in danger?”
“Aye.”
“And you still call yourself a gentleman?” The boy was red in the face.
Reiner sighed. “First, lad, I have never called myself a gentleman. Second, you try stopping her. She won’t listen to me.”
“But this won’t do,” said Hals. “A lass can’t fight. It ain’t right. We’ve to tell Manfred. Send her back to her husband.”
Franka shuddered.
Reiner put his hand on her shoulder. “You can be sure Manfred already knows. His surgeons had their way with her as they did with us.”
Karel choked. “Count Manfred lets her fight?”
Reiner smiled. “After all this time you still find yourself shocked by your future father-in-law’s behaviour? To him Franka is only another criminal, whose imposture is another sword he holds over her head to force her to do his bidding.”
“Well, damn Manfred and damn you,” said Hals. “I won’t have it! Never let it be said that an Ostlandman stood by and let a lass fight while there was still life in his limbs!”
“Hear hear!” said Pavel. And Gert and Dag echoed him.
A sudden sob from Franka stopped them. They looked at her.
“I knew it would be like this!” she moaned. “I knew it!” She balled her fists at her sides. “Is this one thing enough that you turn against me? Am I not your friend?”
“We don’t turn against you, lass,” said Pavel softly. “We want to keep you safe from harm.”
“But it’s not what I want! I want to be with you! I want to be a soldier!”
“But y’can’t be,” said Hals. “Yer a lass now.”
“As I always have been! All that has changed is that you know it.”
Hals shook his head. “And I can’t unknow it. I’m sorry, girl.”
Gert shrugged. “What matters it one way or t’other? Likely we die swinging before we’ve a chance to fight again anyway. Either Gutzmann hangs us for spies, or Shaeder feeds us to his furry friends.”
The others sighed, returned by this unwelcome reminder to the reality of their situation.
“True enough,” said Pavel. “But still, she shouldn’t be here, should she?”
“Nor should any of us,” said Reiner. He straightened up. “And if we turn our minds to getting free, we might be able to continue this fa
scinating debate later in more pleasant surroundings. Like the Griffin in Altdorf. What say you?”
After some sullen reluctance, the others agreed to try to think of some way out of their predicament, but the day had been long and filled with running and fighting and uncertainty, and once they had returned to their places against the walls and wrapped their arms around their knees, the talk quickly devolved into mumbles and grunts, until at last, one by one their heads nodded and dropped.
Just as he was drifting off, Reiner felt Franka slump against him. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. At least there is that, he thought. At least there is that.
They had no idea how long they had slept or what time it was when they woke. Neither noise nor light penetrated this far underground, so they couldn’t tell if it was morning or afternoon or still the middle of the night, or what might be happening in the fort above. Frustrated, Reiner tried to puzzle it out from what he had learned the previous night, but it was so cold that he found it hard to concentrate. Would Gutzmann discover Shaeder’s treachery and come down to free them with profuse apologies and praise, or would a flood of ratmen pour down the stairs and tear them to bloody shreds? After a while his thoughts became a muddle and he could do no more than lean against Franka and stare at the opposite wall, numb with boredom and despair. The others were no better. They had tried at first to invent an escape plan, but all started, “Once we get out of this cell…”
Reiner had thought he might be able to accomplish something by engaging their guards in conversation. For if he could make friends with them he might trick them into relaxing their guard, but they must have been warned of his powers of persuasion. He could get nothing out of them but grunts and curses.
Sometime later he woke panting from a nightmare of pleading voices and twisted hands reaching from iron cages to tug at his clothes, to find that Franka was shaking him.
“What’s the…”
She shushed him, pointing to her ear. There were voices outside the cell. He sat up and listened. Karel was crouched at the door.
“But we’re not to be relieved until evening mess,” said one of their guards.
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