A Song for Arbonne by Guy Gavriel Kay Read Free Book Online Page B

quickly lowered sail and set about dropping anchor. In the skiff, Maffour, without a word spoken, looped one of the ropes about his shoulders and, leaping to the nearest of the rocks, adroitly scrambled up the short face of the cliff to the plateau. He tied the rope to one of the pines above and dropped it over for the rest of them.
Two good men here
, Blaise thought, realizing that he really hadn’t given much thought at all, in the time he’d been here, to taking the measure of the corans of Mallin de Baude. He acknowledged inwardly that Mallin had been right in at least one thing: the truest test of a man’s mettle was a task where the danger was real.
    Hirnan finished with the anchor and turned to Blaise with an arched eyebrow of inquiry. Blaise glanced down at the two tied-up clerics in the boat. Both were unconscious and would likely be so for awhile. ‘We’ll leave them here,’ he said. ‘They’ll be all right.’
    The men in the skiff were already proceeding up Maffour’s rope towards the plateau. They watched the last one climb, then Hirnan stepped carefully from the boat to one slippery boulder and then another before reaching the rope and smoothly pulling himself up the rock face. Behind him, Blaise did the same. The salt of the wet rope stung his palms.
    On the plateau he set his feet squarely on solid ground for the first time since leaving the mainland. The sensation was odd, as if there were a tremor in the earth beneath him. They were standing on Rian’s Island, and illicitlyconsecrated, Blaise thought unexpectedly. None of the others seemed to have reacted, though, and a moment later he grinned with wry amusement at himself: he was from Gorhaut, in the god’s name—they didn’t even worship Rian in the north. This was hardly a useful time to be yielding to the superstitions that had afflicted Luth all night.
    Young Giresse, without a word, handed him his boots and sword, and Thiers did the same for Hirnan. Blaise leaned against a tree to pull on the boots and buckled his sword belt again, thinking quickly. When he looked up he saw seven tense men looking at him, waiting for orders. Deliberately he smiled.
    ‘Luth, I have decided to let you live to trouble the world a little longer yet,’ he said softly. ‘You’ll guard the two boats here with Vanne. If those two down below show signs of rousing I want them rendered unconscious again. But conceal your faces if you have to go down to do it. If we are very lucky none of us will have been recognized when this is over. Do you understand?’
    They seemed to. Luth looked almost comically relieved at the assignment. Vanne’s expression by moonlight showed a struggle to conceal disappointment—a good sign actually, if he was sorry to be missing the next stage of their journey. But Blaise was not about to leave Luth alone now with any task, however simple. He turned away from them.
    ‘Hirnan, I take it you can find the guest quarters once we reach the temple complex?’ The red-headed coran nodded briefly. ‘You lead then,’ Blaise said. ‘I’m behind you, Maffour’s rear guard. We go in single file. No words unless vital. Touch each other for warnings rather than speak. Understood?’
    ‘One question: how do we find Evrard when we get there?’ Maffour asked quietly. ‘There must be a great many dwellings in the complex.’
    ‘There are,’ Hirnan murmured.
    Blaise had been privately worrying about the same thing. He shrugged though; his men weren’t to know what was concerning him. ‘I’m assuming he’ll have one of the larger ones. We’ll head for those.’ He grinned suddenly. ‘Then Maffour can walk in and wake him with a kiss.’ There was a ripple of laughter. Behind him, Luth giggled loudly but controlled himself before Blaise could turn.
    Blaise let the tension-easing amusement subside. He looked at Hirnan. Without another word spoken the coran turned and stepped into the forest of the holy Island of the goddess. Blaise