found that irony, Daughter. The harder that mortals strove to live good lives, the more likely theyâd attract the attention of Kânacka and become part of his tribute to me. Good or bad, Iâd reap their souls.â Behemoth grinned savagely. âAnd I won. Suddenly, my life had meaning again.â
And this monster was her father? No wonder she felt that she had been carrying a sickness around inside her, infecting the world.
âHildy said she could hear the shrieks of the saintly,â Astatine whispered. âOh, Father, how could you?â
âItâs what Iâm for. Hightspall needs me, and so do the gods. Without evil, where is the good?â
âBut Hightspall is falling apart, and itâs your fault. Youâve got to put things right.â
âI donât do right ,â he snapped.
âThen why did you burn the Covenant?â
âSo Kânacka could not.â
âWhere did you hide the copy?â
His smile faded; he seemed to be reassessing her. âIn a place where you can never see it.â Behemoth faded away.
Did he mean that the Covenant was hidden in Perdition? Could she only destroy it, and keep her oath, by dying?
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âFistus looks ready to work his âmiracleâ,â said Roget as they watched the preparations in front of the Cloven Shrine. A hundred red-robed monks stood guard to either side.
Greave ached for a drink. Stone sober, he lacked the courage to do what must be done. âCan you tell what spell it is?â
Roget focused his spyglass. âNo, but itâs no ordinary magic.â
Think of this as another seduction, Greave told himself, the riskiest and most glorious of your life. It got him to his feet, but he felt no thrill â this task was all risk and no reward. âWeâd better move.â
âTaking him on is suicide.â
âIâm dead either way.â Greave headed across the rock-littered hillside. Roget and Astatine followed.
The Carnal Cardinal turned to meet them, his mouth as red as a feeding vampireâs. âYou think to challenge me ?â Fistus pounded his chest. âIâve done a deal with Behemoth himself.â
âAnd betrayed the gods you swore to serve,â said Greave, only now realising his own hypocrisy.
âTheyâve forsaken us and must be cast down.â
A white object in Fistusâs hand reflected the light; something small, pointed and familiar. Ants scurried across Greaveâs scalp.
âThe god-bone,â he said hoarsely. âThatâs what you were after all along.â
âI used sorcery to whisper into your mind,â sneered Fistus. âIt was surprisingly easy to heighten your despair and encourage excesses your dull wits could never have imagined.â
âYou wanted me to seduce Kânackaâs month-bride?â whispered Greave.
âI knew he held the god-bone in Elyssian, though there it was beyond my reach. The only one way to get it was by giving Kânacka the means to destroy the Covenant â via a man at the end of hisrope.â
âBut youâd already allowed Behemoth to burn it.â
Fistus smirked. âPoor, deluded Kânacka didnât know that.â
âHow dare you set yourself up as a rival to the gods you swore to serve!â cried Astatine.
The hooded eyes fixed on her, but dismissed her as insignificant. âMy spells are greater than theirs,â said Fistus, âyet are they recognised? The gods treat me like a churl.â
âThey recognise your true nature,â Greave said recklessly.
Fistusâs gory lips thinned. âGet rid of them,â he said over his shoulder, then turned to a crude bench his priests had constructed from slabs of shrine stone. A large stone chalice stood on top, empty save for a small amount of grey powder. The trench they had excavated was half full of it.
The monks drove Roget, Greave and Astatine back,
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