Ysabel. Guy Gavriel Kay

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      “The ambush place? Yeah, sure. Pain de Munition, it’s called. Look for a sign. Maybe we’ll climb a bit. A photo from where they waited? Oliver Lee wrote a bit about the battle, I think.”

      “Well, yeah, if there’s a photo,” Steve said. He didn’t sound happy. The three of them tried hard to please his father, Ned knew. They joked a lot, teased, but it was pretty obvious they were proud to be working for Edward Marriner.

      He put a thumb to one temple and tried applying pressure. It didn’t help. He had no idea what Melanie was talking about. What ambush? What battle?

      “Got a Tylenol?” he asked.

      She turned quickly. “What’s wrong, Ned?”

      “Kind of a headache.”

      “Dork! The guy doesn’t say that on the date!”

      “Be quiet, Gregory.” Melanie was fishing in the bottomless black tote. “Tylenol, Advil, Aspirin, which do you like? Advil’s better for a headache.”

      Three choices. Figured. “Advil, please.”

      They were in a village now, twisting through it, then they seemed to be out and going north. She gave him a couple of pills and some bottled water. Ned drank, managed a wan smile.

      There was no photograph worth taking here, either; they were east of the mountain now, heading north to double back home along the other side, but trees blocked their view.

      “Here’s your Painful Munitions place,” Greg said.

      “That’s how I feel,” Ned muttered. “Artillery in my head.”

      Greg followed a bumpy gravel road a short distance past a sign strictly forbidding entry, then braked to a halt. Ned was extremely happy when the car stopped.

      “Okay, campers, out and scout,” Greg said. “Let’s get higher and see what’s what.”

      “I don’t think I’ll climb up, if that’s okay,” Ned said. He was afraid he was going to be sick. The needle and drill had been joined by a hammer. “You guys do what you have to, I’ll wait here.”

      He got out with them. Didn’t want to throw up in the van. He found a tree stump and sat down, his back to the sun.

      “I’ll stay,” Melanie said. “You two go up. Phone if you need me.”

      “You call if you need us,” Steve said, looking at Ned.

      “I’m fine. Melanie, go and—”

      “You aren’t fine. You’re halfway to green. I like green, but not in guys’ faces. Go on, you two.”

      “We’ll be quick,” Greg said.

      Ned felt acutely embarrassed, partly because he was actually glad Melanie was staying. He had never fainted in his life, but it crossed his mind that he might. He closed his eyes again behind the shades. It wasn’t that hot but he seemed to be sweating. His mouth was dry.

      “Drink some more water,” Melanie said, bringing him the bottle. She took off her big straw hat and put it on his head to block the sun. “Do you get migraines?”

      “Never in my life. You?”

      “Lots. Is it off-centre, behind one eye? You feel like there’s an aura in your head?”

      “What’s an aura in my head feel like?”

      She laughed a little. “Who’s good at describing that stuff?”

      He heard her walking around. “I don’t think there’s gonna be a photo up there, either,” she said. “The mountain’s just a treed slope from this side.”

      Ned tried to function normally. “Maybe he could shoot at sunrise from up on top of it? Looking down and out? The opposite of Cézanne, sort of? Or look, maybe Dad just does the mountain from Barrett’s spot and the book says this is what Cézanne painted a hundred years ago.”

      “Your father be happy with that?”

      “Maybe. Probably not.” Ned swallowed some more water. Pressed the bottle to his forehead under the hat. “What was this ambush about?”

      “You don’t need a history lesson now, Ned.”

      “I need something to distract me. Have you ever fainted?”

      “That bad? Oh, Ned! I’ll call the others.”

      “No. Just talk. I’ll tell you if it gets worse.”

      It was worse; he was waiting for the Advil to do something useful.

      She sighed. “Okay. This area, right where we turned north, was like the biggest battlefield. One of those change-the-course-of-history things? A Roman named Marius beat this massive army of barbarians who were marching to take Rome. If he hadn’t stopped them here they might have, people think.”

      “What kind of barbarians?”

      “Couple of tribes joined together, migrating from the northeast. Celts, basically. The Romans called them barbarians, but they called everyone that.”

      “How massive?” He kept the bottle on his forehead.

      “Really. The books say two hundred thousand of them died here, maybe more, and they had their women and children with them. The survivors became slaves. That’s a lot of people. The Romans took a bunch of the leaders and threw them down a pit called the garagai up on top of the mountain. Marius had a witch or wise woman who told him to do that because it was like a sacrifice place, and so their spirits couldn’t return and help the tribes. That town where we turned up was later named Pourrières, which means putrefaction. Ick. Think about two hundred thousand rotting bodies.”

      “I’d really prefer not to just now, thanks. Is this revenge, Melanie?”

      “No! No, no, really! Oh, Ned, I’m sorry!”

      But knowledge, however you got it, changed things, Ned Marriner thought. You couldn’t go back to not knowing, even if you wanted to. And when you put what you’d just heard together with other things, specifically yesterday, the feeling he’d had in the cloister…

      He felt it again, right now, that inward awareness. Unblocking, unlocking.

      Abruptly, Ned pushed off the log and stood up. His heart was pounding.

      “What?”

      “Shh. Wait.”

      Afraid now, not just in pain, Ned took off his sunglasses. He opened his eyes in the too-bright light. Pain danced and drilled in his brain. But what he saw, looking out towards the mountain, was worse.

      In what should have been the clear, mild light of spring, the trees and grass between them and the ridge of the mountain were bathed—were saturated—in a sickening, dark-red hue.

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