Witchsign. Den Patrick

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СКАЧАТЬ Synod this year. I made no promises.’

      ‘Why were there two Vigilants?’ said Kjellrunn in a distant, faraway tone. ‘Why not the usual Troika?’

      ‘And why were they both Hierarchs?’ added Steiner.

      ‘We’ve never had such high-ranking members of the Synod here before.’ Kjellrunn shook her head. ‘Nothing above a Holy Mother anyway.’

      ‘Two Vigilants turned up dead in Helwick, and the third went missing,’ explained Verner. ‘None of the soldiers could explain why. It seems the Synod sent two more Vigilants to investigate.’

      ‘And they just happened to stop in Cinderfell to conduct the Invigilation,’ added Marek, glaring at the fisherman.

      ‘No one could have predicted they’d come so soon,’ said Verner.

      ‘Two Vigilants dead and a third missing?’ said Steiner.

      Verner nodded.

      ‘You didn’t mention anything in the tavern last night?’

      Verner shrugged and glanced across the table at Marek, who refused to meet his gaze. ‘Steiner, I’m so sorry.’

      ‘Why are you apologizing to me?’ He turned the sledgehammer brooch over in his hands. ‘You didn’t find witchsign on me. Real or not. It’s not you forcing me to take the ship to Frøya knows where.’

      ‘Of course not,’ said Verner. ‘I just wish …’

      ‘I can’t believe it,’ said Marek. ‘All this time. If it had been Kjell I might have understood.’

      ‘Hoy! Don’t speak of me as if I’m not sat here.’ Kjellrunn glanced at Steiner before looking away to the roaring flames in the fireplace.

      ‘And I was just beginning to find my way around the smithy,’ said Steiner with a bitter smile. ‘I might have made a good smith in time.’

      ‘The finest,’ said Verner, laying a hand upon his shoulder.

      Marek cleared his throat and stood up, his chair grating on the flagstones. ‘I have something for you.’

      ‘I’m going to be shipped off and killed, I doubt there’s anything that will help with that.’

      Marek looked to Verner and the fisherman nodded. ‘We don’t truly know that the children who are taken are killed.’ Marek sighed. ‘We don’t know what happens to them.’

      ‘What are you talking about?’ whispered Kjellrunn. ‘Every child from Svingettevei to Nordvlast knows the Empire kills anyone with witchsign.’

      ‘I’m already dead,’ said Steiner. ‘Everything else is just waiting.’

      ‘Come on,’ said their father, ‘I’ve something to show you.’

      The smithy welcomed Steiner into its darkness, the usual ruddy light escaping the edges of the furnace, the familiar smell of coal dust and hot metal. There was a tang of iron on the air like the promise of violence, like the taste of blood.

      ‘How do you know so much about Vladibogdan?’ said Steiner when Verner had shut the door behind them. ‘And don’t tell me it’s because you’re a fisherman. What else do you know about the Empire that you’re not telling me?’

      Verner looked guilty for a moment. ‘We keep an eye on Imperial movements and pass the information on to certain people,’ he explained. ‘Your father does less these days on account of looking after you two. We both agreed a long time ago that we didn’t care for the way the Solmindre Empire does as it wishes.’

      ‘You’re spies,’ said Kjellrunn, frowning.

      ‘I’m a blacksmith, not a spy,’ said Marek. ‘And if you knew what I knew about the Empire then there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to keep your loved ones safe.’

      ‘But that’s the problem, isn’t it?’ Steiner glowered at his father. ‘You’ve never told us what you know about the Empire, you barely speak of our mother, you barely speak at all.’

      ‘Steiner!’ Marek walked around the anvil and grasped his son’s shoulders, but Steiner shoved the man back.

      ‘It was you!’ Steiner hissed at Verner. ‘You went to Helwick.’ He scowled at Verner in the darkness of the smithy. ‘It was you who killed the two Vigilants. You promised my father we’d be spared an Invigilation so Kjellrunn might go unchecked this year.’

      ‘I didn’t kill anyone,’ said Verner, though the lie fooled no one.

      ‘For Frejna’s sake, Steiner.’ Marek shook his head. ‘Listen to yourself!’

      ‘No,’ said Kjellrunn. ‘You all listen to me.’ The monotone hardness had edged into her voice again and the furnace cast her in a dire light. ‘Steiner may not be able to read but he’s not stupid. And neither am I.’ She turned to their father. ‘You sent Verner to kill the Troika because you feared I’d fail the Invigilation.’

      ‘Wouldn’t that just bring more Vigilants?’ said Steiner.

      ‘Yes, but it would bring them to Helwick, not Cinderfell, and we might be forgotten about as the Empire searched for the killer.’ Marek held out supplicating hands and shook his head. ‘I was merely trying to protect you.’

      ‘That brooch you gave me.’ She gestured to the glint of metal in Steiner’s hand. ‘It was meant to disguise the witchsign, your last desperate attempt to keep me safe during the Invigilation.’

      ‘So it’s true then?’ said Steiner. ‘You have the taint?’

      ‘I prefer to call it witchsign,’ replied Kjellrunn, holding his gaze.

      ‘You both knew? And you never told me?’ said Steiner, looking from father to sister.

      ‘I suspected,’ said Marek, eyes fixed on the floor. ‘I’ve always suspected. She has too much of her mother in her for it to be otherwise.’

      ‘Kjell?’ Steiner’s voice was a whisper, his expression stricken.

      ‘I’ve always known,’ said Kjellrunn. ‘I’m sorry, Steiner. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid. I don’t even know what my powers are.’

      ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Steiner slumped against the anvil. ‘Your own brother. You distrust me that much?’

      ‘To hear you talk of folk tales and goddesses, it’s as if you can’t bear the thought of anything but hard steel and driving rain. I was afraid, Steiner, afraid you might be so disgusted that you’d do something rash.’

      ‘I’d never sell you out to the Empire. Do you think so little of me?’

      ‘Steiner, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.’ Kjellrunn hugged herself and dipped her head, tousled tresses falling forward to cover her face. ‘I was too scared to trust anyone.’

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