Gemmell, David – Dark Moon

‘Neatly done,’ said Dace.

Preparing a small fire in the rocks Tarantio sat down, naked, and cooked his dinner. The flavour of the trout

was bland; some would call it delicate. Tarantio wished he had kept just a pinch of his salt.

As the sun sank into the west, the temperature fell. Tarantio dressed and settled down by the fire.

He should have quit last season when Karis joined Romark. The Duke of The Marches was a poor general, and a miser to boot. With Karis leading the opposition cavalry, the prospects had been none too good for the mercenary units patrolling the border. He wondered about the 6,000 gold pieces. What would she do with such a sum? He grinned in the fading light. Karis was no farmer. Nor did she seem to enjoy what men termed the good life. Her clothes were always ill-fitting; only her armour showed the glint of great expense. Oh, and her horses, he remembered. Three geldings, each over sixteen hands. Fine animals, strong, proud and fearless in battle. Not one of them cost less than 600 silver pieces. But as for Karis herself, she wore no jewellery, sported no brooches or bracelets, nor did she yearn to own property. What will you do with all that gold, he wondered?

‘You just don’t understand her,’ said Dace.

‘And you do?’

‘Of course.’

‘Then explain it to me.’

‘She is driven by something in her past – that’s what Gatien would have said. A traumatic event, or a tragedy. Because of this she is not comfortable being a woman, and seeks to hide her femininity in a man’s armour.’

‘I don’t believe Gatien would have made it sound so simple.’

‘Yes,’ agreed Dace, ‘he was an old windbag.’

‘And a fine foster-father. No-one else offered to take us in.’

‘He got a cleric he didn’t have to pay for, and someone to listen to his interminable stories.’

‘I don’t know why you pretend you did not like him. He was good to us.’

‘He was good to you. He would not acknowledge my existence, save as an imaginary playmate you had somehow conjured.’

‘Maybe that is all you are, Dace. Have you ever thought of that?’

‘You would be surprised by what I think of,’ Dace told him.

Adding fuel to the fire, Tarantio leaned back, using his coat for a pillow. The stars were out now, and he gazed at the constellation of the Fire Dancer twinkling high above the crescent moon.

‘It is all mathematically perfect, Chio,’ Gatien had told him. ‘The stars move in their preordained paths, rising and falling to a cosmic heartbeat.’ Tarantio had listened, awe-struck, to the wisdom of the white-bearded old man.

‘My father told me they were the candles of the gods,’ he said.

Gatien ruffled his hair. ‘You still miss him, I expect.’

‘No, he was weak and stupid,’ said Tarantio. ‘He hanged himself.’

‘He was a good man, Chio. Life dealt with him unkindly.’

‘He quit. Gave up!’ stormed the boy. ‘He did not love me at all. And we do not care that he is gone.’

‘Yes, we do,’ said Gatien, misunderstanding. ‘But we will not argue about that. Life can be harsh, and many souls are ill-equipped to face it. Your father fell to three curses. Love, which can be the greatest gift the Heavens can offer, or worse than black poison. Drink, which,

like a travelling apothecary, offers much and supplies nothing. And a little wealth, without which he would not have been able to afford the dubious delights of the bottle.’ Gatien sighed. ‘I liked him, Chio. He was a gentle man, with a love of poetry and a fine singing voice. However, that is enough maudlin talk. We have work to do.’

‘Why do you write your books, Master Gatien? No-one buys them.’

Gatien gave an eloquent shrug. ‘They are my monument to the future. And they are dangerous, Chio, more power­ful than spells. Do not tell people – any people – what you have read in my home.’

‘What can be more dangerous than spells, Master Gatien?’

‘The truth. Men will blind themselves with hot irons, rather than face it.’

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