Ysabel. Guy Gavriel Kay

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      The man ignored her completely, as if she hadn’t made any sounds that mattered in any way. Ned had a sense of a small man, but it was hard to tell, not knowing how deep the pit was. He still hadn’t turned to look at them. It was time to run, obviously. This wasn’t a computer game. He didn’t move.

      “Go away,” the man said, as if sensing Ned’s thought. “I have killed children before. I have no strong desire to do so now. Go and sit somewhere else. I will be leaving now.”

      Children? They weren’t kids.

      Stupidly, Ned said, “We’ve seen you. We could tell people…”

      A hint of amusement in his voice, the man said dryly, “Tell them what? That someone lifted a grate and looked at the Roman paving? Hélas ! All the gendarmes of France will be on the case.”

      Ned might have grown up in too quick-witted a household, in some ways. “No,” he said, “we could say someone threatened us with a knife.”

      The man turned around, inside the opening in the floor.

      He was clean-shaven, lean-faced. Dark, strong eyebrows, a long, straight nose, a thin mouth. The bald head made his cheekbones show prominently. Ned saw a scar on one cheek, curving behind his ear.

      The man looked at them both a moment, where they stood together at the top of the three steps, before he spoke again. His eyes were deep-set; it was impossible to see their colour.

      “A few gendarmes would be interested in that, I grant you.” He shook his head. “But I am leaving. I see no reason to kill you. I will replace the grate. No damage has been done. To anything. Go away.” And then, as they still stood there, more in shock than anything else, he took the knife and put it out of sight.

      Ned swallowed.

      “Come on!” whispered the girl named Kate. She pulled at his arm. He turned with her to go. Then looked back.

      “Were you trying to rob something down there?” he asked.

      His mother would have turned and asked the same thing, in fact, out of sheer stubbornness, a refusal to be dismissed, though Ned didn’t actually know that.

      The man in the baptistry looked up at him again and said, softly, after a moment, “No. Not that. I thought I was…here soon enough. I was wrong. I think the world will end before I ever find him in time. Or the sky will fall, as he would say.”

      Ned shook his head, the way a dog does, shaking water off when it comes in out of the rain. The words made so little sense it wasn’t even funny. Kate was tugging at him again, harder this time.

      He turned and walked away with her, back to where they’d been before. By Saint-Catherine’s chapel.

      They sat down on the same bench. Neither of them spoke. Across the echoing, empty space of the dark cathedral they heard a clang and scrape, then a bang again. Then nothing. He’d be leaving now.

      Ned looked down at the iPod on his belt. It seemed, just then, to be the strangest object imaginable. A small rectangle that offered music. Any kind of music you wanted. Hundreds of hours of it. With little white buds you could put in your ears and block out the sounds of the world.

      The world will end before I ever find him in time.

      He looked over at the girl. She was biting her lower lip, staring straight ahead. Ned cleared his throat. It sounded loud. “Well, if Kate is for Katherine,” he said brightly, “we’re in the right place. You can do the praying.”

      “What the…?” She looked at him.

      He showed her the map, pointing to the name of the chapel. His bad joke.

      “I’m not Catholic,” she said.

      He shrugged. “I doubt that matters.”

      “What…what do you think he was doing?” She’d seemed pretty confident, assertive, when she’d first come over to him. She didn’t seem that way now. She looked scared, which was reasonable.

      Ned swore. He didn’t swear as much as some of the guys did, but this particular moment seemed to call for something. “I have no idea. What’s down there?”

      “I think they’re just grates to let you look down and see the old Roman street. The tourist stuff on the wall also said there was a tomb, going back to the sixth century. But that’s something I…” She stopped. He stared at her.

      “What?”

      Kate sighed. “This is gonna sound geeky again, but I just like this stuff, okay? Don’t laugh at me?”

      “I’m nowhere close to laughing.”

      She said, “They didn’t bury people inside city walls back then. It was forbidden. That’s why there are catacombs and cemeteries in Rome and Paris and Arles and other places—outside the walls. They buried the dead outside.”

      “What are you saying?”

      “Well, the info thing posted over there shows a tomb here from the sixth century. A little over from where…he was. So how did…well, how did someone get buried in here? Back then?”

      “Shovels?” Ned said, more out of reflex than anything else.

      She didn’t smile.

      “You think that’s what that guy was? A tomb robber?” he asked.

      “I don’t think anything. Really. He said he wasn’t. But he also said…” She shook her head. “Can we go?”

      Ned nodded. “Not through the front, we might step into a shot and my dad would kill himself, and then me. He gets intense when he’s working.”

      “We can leave the way I came in, through the cloister.”

      A penny dropped for Ned. “Right. That’ll be how he got in, I bet. Between my seeing it locked and your finding the two doors open.”

      “You think he’s gone out that way?”

      “Long gone by now.” He hesitated. “Show me that baptistry first.”

      “Are you crazy?”

      “He’s gone, Kate.”

      “But why do you…?”

      Ned looked at her. “History lesson? You promised.”

      She didn’t smile. “Why are you playing boy detective?”

      He didn’t have a really good answer. “This is a bit too weird. I want to try to understand.”

      “Ned, he said he’d killed children.”

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