The Winter King - 1 by Bernard Cornwell Page B

Bishop Bedwin mouthed silent prayers as Nimue walked to the speech space beside the brazier. She held her arms out to her side and turned very slowly, sunwise, so that every man in the room could see her face. It was a face of horror. Her eyes showed white, nothing more, and her tongue protruded from a distorted mouth. She turned, and turned again, turning ever faster, and I swear a communal shudder went through the crowd. She was shaking now as she spun, and edging ever nearer to that great seething fire until she threatened to fall into its flames, but suddenly she leaped into the air and gave a shriek before collapsing on to the small tiles. Then, like a beast, she scuttled on all fours, questing her way back and forth along the line of shields that had been split to let the fire's heat warm the High King's legs, and when she reached the fox shield of Gundleus she reared up like a striking snake and spat once.
     
     
The spittle landed on the fox.
     
     
Gundleus started up from his throne, but Tewdric checked him. Tanaburs struggled to his feet also, but Nimue turned on him, her eyes still showing white, and screamed. She pointed at him, her shriek ululating and echoing in the vast Roman hall, and the power of her magic made Tanaburs sink down again to the floor.
     
     
Then Nimue shuddered, her eyes rolled and we could see their brown pupils again. She blinked at the crowded hall as if surprised to find herself in such a place, and then, with her back to the High King, she went utterly still. The stillness denoted that she was in the grip of the Gods and when she now spoke she would be speaking for them.
     
     
"Does Merlin live?" Tewdric asked respectfully.
     
     
"Of course he lives." Nimue's voice was filled with scorn and she offered no title to the King who questioned her. She was with the Gods and had no need to pay respect to mere mortals.
     
     
"Where is he?"
     
     
"Gone," Nimue said, and turned around to look at the toga-clad King on the platform.
     
     
"Gone where?" Tewdric asked.
     
     
"To seek the Knowledge of Britain," Nimue said. Every man listened hard for this, at last, was real news. I could see Sansum the Mouse Lord wriggling in his desperate need to make a protest at this pagan interference with the High Council, but so long as King Tewdric questioned the girl there was no way that a mere priest could interfere.
     
     
"What is the Knowledge of Britain?" High King Uther asked.
     
     
Nimue turned around again, one full turn sunwise, but she turned only so she could gather her thoughts for the answer which, when it came, was delivered in a chanting, hypnotic voice. "The Knowledge of Britain is the lore of our ancestors, the gifts of our Gods, the Thirteen Properties of the Thirteen Treasures which, when gathered, will give us back the power to claim our land." She paused, and when she spoke again her voice was back to its normal timbre. "Merlin strives to knit this land as one again, a British land," and here Nimue whirled round so that she was staring straight into Sansum's small, bright, indignant eyes, 'with British Gods." She turned back to the High King. "And if Lord Merlin fails, Uther of Dumnonia, we all die."
     
     
A murmur sounded in the room. Sansum and the Christians were yelping their protests now, but Tewdric, the Christian King, waved them to silence. "Are those Merlin's words?" he demanded of Nimue.
     
     
Nimue shrugged as though the question was irrelevant. "They are not my words," she said insolently.
     
     
Uther had no doubt that Nimue, a mere child on the edge of womanhood, spoke not for herself but for her master and so he leaned his great bulk forward and frowned at her. "Ask Merlin if he will take my oath? Ask him! Will he protect my grandson?"
     
     
Nimue paused a long time. I think she sensed the truth of Britain before any of us, before even Merlin and certainly long before Arthur, if, indeed, Arthur ever knew, but some instinct would not let her speak that