"No."
"Would you call yourself his friend?"
"Perhaps."
"Then you like him?"
Batik did not reply. "Who are you, woman?" he asked at last.
"I am Ruth."
"Why did the riders not see us?"
"No evil may enter here."
"I am here!"
"You saved Ezra."
"Shannow is here."
"He seeks Jerusalem."
"What is this place?"
"For you, Batik, it is Alpha or Omega. A beginning or an end."
"A beginning of what? An ending to what?"
"That is for you to decide. The choices are yours."
Selah ran up the stairs after his friends and entered a small room. The grey-haired woman smiled and opened her arms.
"Welcome home, Selah."
And joy flooded him.
The following morning Ruth led Shannow into a long hall, past trestle tables set for breakfast and on into a circular library with shelf upon shelf of books from floor to domed ceiling. At the centre of the room was a round table and the elderly woman sat, gesturing for Shannow to sit beside her.
"Everything you ever wanted to know is here, Mr Shannow, but you must decide what to look for."
His eyes scanned the books and an edge of fear touched him, bringing a shiver.
"Are they all true books?" he asked.
"No. Some are fictions. Some are theories. Others are partly true, or close to the truth.
Most point a way to the truth for those with eyes to see."
"I just want the truth."
"Placed in your hand like a pearl, unblemished and perfect?"
"Yes."
"No wonder you need Jerusalem."
"Do you mock me, Lady?"
"No, Mr Shannow. Everything we do here is to instruct and to help. This room was made for you, created for you. It did not exist before you entered it, and will cease to exist when you leave it."
"How long may I stay here?"
"One hour."
"I cannot read all these books in an hour."
That is true."
"Then why go to all this trouble? How can I use all this knowledge if I have no time?"
Ruth leaned towards him, taking his hand. "We did not create this to torment you, Jon. Far too much effort went into it for that. Sit and think for a while. Be at ease."
"Can you not tell me where to look?"
"No, for I do not know what you seek!"
"I want to find G.o.d."
Ruth pressed his hand gently. "Do you think he hides from you?"
"That"s not what I meant. I have tried to live in a way that does his will. You understand? I have nothing, I want nothing. And yet... I am not content."
"I will tell you something, Jon. Even were you to read all these books, and know all the secrets of the world, still you would not be content. For you see yourself as Batik saw you: G.o.d"s gardener, weeding the land, but never fast enough, or fully enough, or completely enough."
"Do you say it is wrong to defend the weak?"
"I am not a judge."
"Then what are you? What is this place?"
"I told you last night. There are no angels here, Jon. We are people."
"You keep saying "We", but I see no one else."
"There are four hundred people here, but they do not wish to be seen. It is their choice."
"Is this a dream?" he asked dully.
"No. Believe me."
"I do believe you, Ruth. I believe everything you say -and it helps me not at all. Outside there are men hunting me, and the woman I love is in terrible danger. There is a man I am pledged to destroy - a man that I know I hate - yet here that hatred seems such a small thing."
"You speak of the man who calls himself Abaddon?"
"Yes."
"An empty man."
"His warriors butchered Karitas and his people - women, children."
"And now you will try to kill him?"
"Yes. As the Lord of Hosts told Joshua to kill the unholy."
Ruth released his hand and leaned back. "You speak of the destruction of Ai and the thirty- two cities. "And so it was that all who fell that day, both of men and women, were twelve thousand, even all the men ofAi. For Joshua drew not his hand back . . . until he had utterly destroyed all the inhabitants of Ai.""
"Yes, the very Book that Abaddon quoted to me. He said he had based all his methods on the atrocities of the people of Israel."
"This hurt you, Jon - as it was intended to do."
"How could it not hurt me? He was right. If I had lived in those days, and seen an invading army killing women and children, I would have fought against them with all my might.
What was the difference between the children of Ai and the children of Karitas" village?"
"None," said Ruth.
"Then Abaddon was right."
"That is for you to decide."
"I need to know what you think, Ruth. For I know there is no evil in you. Tell me."
"I cannot walk your path, Jon, and I would not presume to tell you what was right five thousand years ago. I oppose Abaddon in a different way. He serves the Prince of Lies, the Lord of Deceit. Here we answer that with the truth of Love - with Karitas, Jon."
"Love does not turn aside bullets and knives."
"No."
"Then what good is it?"
"It turns hearts and minds."
"Among the h.e.l.lborn?"
"We have more than two hundred converts among the h.e.l.lborn, despite the burnings and the killings. And the numbers grow daily."
"How do you reach these converts?"
"My people go from here to live among the h.e.l.lborn."
"By choice?"
"Yes."
"And they are killed?"
"Many of them have died. Others will die."
"But with all your power, you could destroy Abaddon and save their lives."
That is part of the truth, Jon. True power comes only when one learns not to use it. It is one of the Mysteries. But now the hour is past, and you must leave on your journey."
"But I have learned nothing."
Time will tell. The boy, Selah, will remain here with us."
"Does he desire this?"
"Yes. You may see him for your farewells."
"Without him, Batik and I would have pa.s.sed you by just like the Zealots?"
"Yes."
"Because no evil may come here?"
"I am afraid so."
Then I have learned something."
"Use your knowledge well."
Shannow followed Ruth back to his room and there lay his clothes, fresh and clean. He dressed and made to leave, but the grey-haired woman stopped him.
"You have forgotten your guns, Jon Shannow."
They lay on the floor where he had left them and he bent to lift the belt. As he touched it, his harmony vanished. He swung the belt around his waist and walked through the door.
Batik waited by the horses, and Selah stood by him. The boy was dressed now in a robe of white and he smiled as Shannow approached.
"I must stay," he said. "Forgive me."
There is nothing to forgive, lad. You will be safe here."
He mounted swiftly and rode from the buildings, Batik beside him. After a while he looked back, and the plain was empty.
The world is a strange place," said Batik.