“I did not realize this, of course,” he said then. “I will be happy if he just lets me come back to Avalon.”
“That much he will do. I know.”
“Dara told me she had a message from him today. He has decided to cut short his stay in the field. He will probably be returning tomorrow.”
“Damn!” I said, standing. “We will have to move soon, then. I hope Doyle has that stuff ready. We must go to him in the morning and expedite matters. I want to be away from here before Benedict gets back!”
“You have the pretties then?”
“Yes.”
“May I see them?”
I undid the sack at my belt and passed it to him. He opened it and withdrew several stones, holding them in the palm of his left hand and turning them slowly with his fingertips.
“They do not look like much,” he said, “from what I can see of them in this light. Wait! There’s a glimmer! No…”
“They are in the rough, of course. You are holding a fortune in your hands.”
“Amazing,” he said, dropping them back in the sack and refastening it. “It was so easy for you.”
“It was not all that easy.”
“Still, to gather a fortune so quickly seems somehow unfair.”
He passed it back.
“I will see that you are provided with a fortune when our labors are done,” I said. “That should prove some compensation, should Benedict not offer you a position.”
“Now that I know who he is, I am more determined than ever to work for him one day.”
“We will see what can be done.”
“Yes. Thank you, Corwin. How shall we work our departure?”
“I want you to go and get some rest, for I will roust you out of bed early. Star and Firedrake will take unkindly to the notion of draft duty, I fear, but we will then borrow one of Benedict’s wagons and head into town. Before this, I will try to arrange a good smoke screen here for our orderly withdrawal. We will then hurry Doyle the jeweler about his task, obtain our cargo, and depart into Shadow as quickly as possible. The greater our head start, the more difficult it will be for Benedict to track us. If I can get half a day’s lead into Shadow, it will be practically impossible for him.”
“Why should he be so eager to come after us in the first place?”
“He does not trust me worth a damn-and justly so. He is waiting for me to make my move. He knows there is something I need here, but he does not know what. He wants to find out, so that he can seal off another threat to Amber. As soon as he realizes we have gone for good, he will know that we have it and he will come looking.”
Ganelon yawned, stretched, finished his drink.
“Yes,” he said then. “We’d best rest now, to be in condition for the hurrying. Now that you have told me more about Benedict, I am less surprised by the other thing I meant to tell you-though no less discomfited.” “That being . . . ?”
He rose to his feet, picked up the decanter carefully, then pointed down the path.
“If you continue on in that direction,” he said, “passing the hedge that marks the end of this bower and entering the woods that lie below-and then go on for another two hundred paces or so-you will come to a place where there is a little grove of saplings off to the left, standing in a sudden declivity perhaps four feet lower than the level of the trail itself. Down in it, stamped down and strewn over with leaves and twigs, there is a fresh grave. I found it while taking the air earlier, when I paused to relieve myself down there.”
“How do you know it is a grave?”
He chuckled.
“When holes have bodies in them that is how they are generally called. It was quite shallow, and I poked around a bit with a stick. There are four bodies in there-three men and a woman.”
“How recently dead?”
“Very. A few days. I’d judge.”