‘Not much time to get acquainted,’ said Bane, sitting beside her. Her lips were moist and glistening in the moonlight.
‘You are staring,’ she said.
‘I apologize. I am a mountain lad, and unused to such beauty.’
She laughed gaily. ‘That compliment rolled a little too smoothly from your tongue. I think you are a rogue, sir.’
‘A rogue would surely demand a kiss,’ he said.
‘And are you a rogue?’
‘I am indeed.’ He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against hers. Then he drew back and took a deep breath. ‘You should have slapped me,’ he told her.
‘And why would I do that?’
‘For my impertinence.’
‘How do you know it was not what I desired? How do you know I have not been sitting here waiting for you to return?’
‘Have you?’
‘No,’ she told him, with a smile, ‘but I might have been.’
Bane laughed with genuine good humour. ‘I would have to be a rogue indeed to seduce the daughter of my host. So I shall content myself with the delights of your company.’
‘You’ll have to make do with the delights of my company,’ said Appius gruffly, emerging from a side door.
‘I’m sure that will be equally delightful,’ said Bane. Lia rose from the bench, blew him a kiss, then walked away. He watched her, noting the sway of her hips beneath the cotton gown. ‘She’s very beautiful,’ he said, as Appius settled down alongside him.
‘Aye, she is. My treasure, Bane. Lia is sweet, courageous and foolhardy. Like her mother.’ Appius fell silent for a moment. ‘She was burned in the arena with fifty other heretics. It was said that the smoke from the pyres made them unconscious before the flames ate into them. Even so, it was a savage death.’
‘What are heretics?’ queried Bane.
Appius waved his hand. ‘Religion, boy. All nonsense. My wife became enamoured of the Tree Cult, a group outlawed in Stone. They talk of achieving harmony with the earth, and with all the peoples of the earth. They worship the Source of All Things – a being of such dazzling weakness that he cannot save a single one of his followers. I piss on him! Lia was to be arrested, like her mother. But I took her from Stone. Sadly I didn’t remove her before she publicly insulted Nalademus, the Stone elder, called him a vain and stupid old man. I saw his eyes. Hatred burned there.’
‘And these elders can order deaths?’ asked Bane.
‘Aye, they can. They employ killers – though they give them fine armour and a noble name. The Knights of Stone. Hard men and deadly. They make the arrests, drag people from their homes to stand trial before the elders.’
‘And the emperor permits these actions?’
‘Why would he not? Most of those arrested are former supporters of the republic, and all have voiced their protests at the emperor’s continued expansion of the empire through war. The Tree Cult believe that all war is evil.’
‘How foolish,’ said Bane. ‘Without war there would be no glory.’
‘Exactly! And what would I have been, eh? A cobbler? A blacksmith? But I have brought Lia here to see her safe, to wait until the Crimson Priests themselves fall. Then we can return to Stone.’
‘And who is it that these priests worship?’ asked Bane.
‘Stone itself. They claim the city is a god, eternal and holy. All other gods are false, the creations of weaker peoples.’ He looked Bane in the eyes. ‘What do you worship, boy?’
‘Nothing. My own strength, perhaps. And you?’
‘I believe there is a greater power beyond that of man. I have to believe that. Or else we are all just parasites rushing hither and yon to no purpose. Anyway that is enough of my philosophy. I have booked you passage tomorrow. Banouin has offered to carry letters for me. If you like I will write some for you that will, at least, ensure you have somewhere to stay in Stone.’
‘I will find somewhere to stay, General. Do not concern yourself. And I will not be staying long. I promised Banouin’s mother I would see him safely to the city. Then I shall view it, and return home. I miss the mountains already.’