And that was the truth of it. When he had ventured into the torrent to save Lia and Appius he had risked his life to save others. It was that selfless act that had opened the gateway in his mind. Now he wished with all his heart that he had stayed on the river bank. For the gift was not wonderful at all. All he could see, when his frightened inner eyes peered beyond the gateway, was violence and death.
And then he saw the face, flat and expressionless, pale eyes that knew no pity. The man was tall and wide-shouldered, wearing armour of black and silver, and he carried a shining sword that dripped with blood. No-one could stand against him, for he was the greatest killer, fast and deadly. Banouin could see crowds cheering him, thousands of people chanting his name. Then the man, with two others in similar armour, was on a ship, standing at the prow, staring out over the grey waves. He is coming here, thought Banouin. He is coming here to kill us all. Despair washed over him, and he began to weep.
Bane had almost reached the house of Barus when he heard movement behind him. He spun and saw the two roughs previously hired by the pimp Nestar. Both of them were armed with knives.
The first ran at him, and aimed a clumsy thrust at Bane’s belly. Bane blocked it with his left arm, then hammered his right elbow into the man’s face, spilling him to the ground. He fell directly in the path of his comrade, who tripped over him and stumbled. Bane kicked his legs away, and he too fell. Bane sat on a low wall and shook his head.
‘By Taranis, you are the clumsiest robbers I’ve ever seen. Are you intent on being killed?’
‘He broke by doze,’ said the first, the words horribly mangled. He sat up and tried to stem the blood oozing from his nostrils.
‘I told you to go wide,’ said the second man, rubbing a bruised knee. ‘Didn’t I say that? Go wide to the right, leave me a clear thrust?’
‘By doze!’ moaned the first man.
‘Where did you learn this trade?’ asked Bane.
‘It’s not a trade,’ said the second man. ‘We’ve no money now. Nestar ordered us gone. We thought we’d try for your gold.’
‘Well, you tried,’ said Bane. Opening his pouch he fished out two silver pieces and tossed one each to the two men. Startled, the first man dropped the coin, then scrabbled for it. The second caught his cleanly. ‘Find yourselves an occupation,’ advised Bane. ‘What are you trained for?’
‘We worked a farm for our da,’ said the second man. ‘It was a small farm. When the Stone army came he was told to leave. He refused, so he was hanged. We signed on as sailors after that, but Durk spent three months being seasick, so we came ashore and worked for Nestar. It was all right till you came along.’
‘Never look at the dark side,’ said Bane brightly. ‘Think on this: someone would have come along some time, and he might not have been as easygoing as me. He might well have plunged a blade in your bellies.’
‘Thad’s drue,’ said the first man, his nose swelling badly.
‘Find work on a farm. A man should always do what he’s best at. And trust me, lads, thievery is not a choice for you.’
With that Bane stood and wandered along the lane. The side gate was locked, so he scaled it, dropping lightly to the garden beyond. Lia was sitting on a curved stone bench. Looking up she saw him and smiled. His breath caught in his throat and his pulse quickened as she did so. It surprised him.
‘Why didn’t you call out?’ she asked. ‘I would have opened the gate.’
He shrugged. ‘It was easy to climb. How is Banouin?’
‘The fever is gone, but he has a haunted look in his eyes. When I was sitting with him he put up his hand and pushed me away. Then he shuddered and began to weep. He says he must be gone tomorrow. My father has given him letters of reference, and has booked charter on a merchant vessel sailing to Goriasa. It leaves at dusk tomorrow.’