"Save your tears, quack. Kuisl"s not dead yet. Others have tried to do that before." He pointed behind himself. "Better help Sophie clear the corridor."
Simon looked behind him. Sophie was gone. He looked again and saw that a second corridor led away from one of the niches in the rear. After a few steps it ended in a heap of rubble. Sophie was struggling to drag the rocks out. At one point, there was already a hole in the pile the size of a fist, and he thought he could feel a current of air coming through it. Where did this corridor lead?
As he helped Sophie carry away the rocks, he asked, "The man who"s lying in wait for us down here. He"s the same as the man who chased you as well, right?"
Sophie nodded.
"He killed the others because we saw the men up there at the building site," she whispered. "And now he wants to kill us as well."
"What did you see?"
Sophie stopped in the middle of the corridor, facing him. The light of the candle was so dim that he couldn"t see whether she was crying.
"This used to be our secret place," she began. "n.o.body knew it. Here we used to meet every time the other children attacked us. Here we were safe. That night we climbed over the town wall to meet in the well."
"Why?" Simon asked.
Sophie paid no attention to the question.
"We agreed to meet down here. Suddenly we heard voices. When we climbed out, we saw a man handing money to four other men. It was a small bag. And we heard what he said."
"What did he say?"
"That the men were to destroy the building site. And if the Schongau workmen built it up again, they should destroy it again and again, until he told them it was enough. But then..."
Her voice faltered.
"What happened then?" Simon asked.
"Then Anton knocked over a pile of rocks, and they noticed us. And then we ran away, and I heard Peter screaming behind me. But I ran on and on until I reached the city wall. Oh, G.o.d, we should"ve helped him. We left him alone..." She began to cry again. Simon stroked her bedraggled hair until she calmed down.
His mouth was dry when he finally said, "Sophie, this is important now. Who was the man who handed the others money?"
Sophie was still crying silently. Simon felt the wet tears on her face. He asked again. "Who was the man?"
"I don"t know."
At first Simon thought he hadn"t heard correctly. Only gradually did he begin to understand what she was saying.
"You...you don"t know?"
Sophie shrugged.
"It was dark. We heard voices. And I did recognize the devil with the men, as he was wearing a red doublet and we saw his bony hand. But the other one, the one who handed them the money-we didn"t recognize him."
Simon almost had to laugh.
"But...but then it was all for nothing! All the murders, and your game of hide-and-seek...You didn"t recognize the man! He only thought you did! All this didn"t have to happen-all this blood, and all for nothing..."
Sophie nodded.
"I thought it was all a bad dream that would pa.s.s. But when I saw the devil in town, and then when Anton was dead, I knew he"d chase us, no matter what we"d seen. So I came here to hide. When I arrived Clara was here already. The devil had nearly gotten her."
She started to cry again. Simon tried to imagine what the twelve-year-old had gone through in the past few days. He couldn"t. Helplessly he patted her cheek.
"It"ll be over soon, Sophie. We"ll get you out of here. And then everything will be straightened out. All we have to do is..."
He was about to continue when his nose caught a thin but pungent smell that made him stop.
It was the smell of smoke. And it was growing stronger.
Now they heard a voice somewhere above them. It was hoa.r.s.e and shrill.
"Hey, hangman, can you hear me? I"m not dead yet! How about yourself? I"ve made a nice little fire up here. The oil from your lamp and a few damp beams make great smoke, don"t you think?" The man above them faked a coughing fit. "All I have to do now is wait until you come crawling out of your hole like rats. Of course you can just choke down there as well. What"s it going to be?"
Meanwhile Jakob Kuisl had followed them to the corridor. Dirty strips torn from his coat were wrapped around his torso. Simon couldn"t see blood anymore. The hangman put his finger to his lips.
"You know what, little hangman?" the voice said again, somewhat closer. "I"ve changed my mind. I"m coming down. Smoke or no smoke, I"m not going to miss this chance..."
"Hurry up," Kuisl hissed. "I"ll go to meet him. Simon, you"ve got to carry Clara. If you can"t clear the corridor quickly enough, or if it"s a dead end, come after me."
"But the devil?" Simon began.
The hangman was already hoisting himself into the hole that led out of the chamber.
"I"ll push him down to h.e.l.l. Once and for all."
Then he disappeared in the shaft.
Magdalena was lying on the ground, unable to move. She was still blindfolded, and the gag in her mouth barely allowed her to breathe. Her nose detected a faint smell of decaying flesh. Something was squeaking at regular intervals. She knew it was the chain that the hanged man was suspended from. Her father had usually seen to it that these chains were always well oiled, but after several months" exposure to wind, snow, and rain, even the best-oiled chain would eventually rust.
Georg Brandner, on whose remains the ravens were feeding up there, had been one of the many robber chiefs in the area. Toward the end of January, he and his gang had finally fallen into the trap set up for them by the bailiffs of the Elector"s secretary. The robbers and their whole extended family, women and children, had dug themselves into a cave in the Ammer Valley. After a three-day siege they finally surrendered. They"d negotiated with the bailiffs safe conduct for their families, and they"d given up without resistance. The young robbers, children all of them, had their right hands chopped off and were banished from the country. The four main perpetrators were hanged on the gallows hill of Schongau. There wasn"t much of an audience there. It was too cold for that. The snow was knee-deep. Therefore there was some dignity in the execution. No hurling of rotten fruit and not much abusive language. Magdalena"s father made the men climb a ladder one by one, tied a rope around their necks, and pulled the ladder away. The robbers kicked their legs for a little while and wet their breeches, and that was that. The families of three of the men were permitted to cut them down and take them home. Brandner, however, was left hanging in chains as a warning. That was almost three months ago. At first, the cold had preserved him rather well. But by now his right leg had fallen off, and the rest didn"t really look human anymore.
At least the robber chief had had a wonderful view at the hour of his death. The gallows hill was a mound north of the town from which one could see a good part of the Alps on clear days. It was in a solitary location between fields and forests, so that all travelers could see from afar what the town of Schongau had in store for highwaymen. The remains of the robber chief were an excellent deterrent for any other riffraff.
Magdalena felt the wind tugging at her clothes up there. She heard the men laughing not far from her. They seemed to be playing dice and drinking, but Magdalena couldn"t hear what they were talking about. She cursed herself in her mind. This was indeed a well-chosen hiding place. Even if the Elector"s secretary and his troops were to show up in a few hours, the soldiers had nothing to fear up here. The gallows hill was considered a cursed place. It had been the site of hangings since time immemorial. The souls of the hanged men haunted this place, and the earth was littered with their bones. Anyone who had no urgent business there avoided the mound.
And although it was clearly visible even from far off, it was a perfect hiding place. Anyone who wanted to conceal himself in the undergrowth a few yards down could be sure he wouldn"t easily be found.
Magdalena rubbed her hands together, trying to loosen the ropes. How long had she been doing that now? One hour? Two hours? Already, some birds were twittering. Morning was approaching. But exactly what hour was it? She"d lost all sense of time.
By and by she noticed that the ropes weren"t cutting into her flesh that deeply anymore. They were slackening. Carefully, she moved to the side a little until she felt a pointed rock under her. It was poking her ribs quite painfully. She shifted her body until the rock was directly beneath her wrists and began rubbing. After a while she felt the fibers of the rope coming apart. If she kept rubbing long and hard enough, she"d get her hands free.
And then?
Because she was blindfolded she hadn"t yet seen the two soldiers, but as she was being carried she realized that at least one of them must be a powerful man. Besides, they were sure to be armed, and they were fast. How could she escape them?
When she had almost cut through the rope, the voices suddenly fell silent. There were footsteps approaching. Immediately she pretended she was unconscious again. The steps came to a halt next to her, and a gush of cold water splashed in her face. She snorted and gasped for air.
"I"ve won you, girl. At dice..." a deep voice said above her, and someone kicked her side. "Come, wake up, and we"ll have some fun together. If you"re nice to us, we might let you go before Braunschweiger shows up. But before you"ve got to be nice to Christoph here as well."
"Hurry up, Hans," the other voice mumbled from afar with a heavy tongue. "It"ll be daylight soon, and the rotten b.a.s.t.a.r.d will be here any moment. Then we"ll whack him over the head and clear out of here!"
"Exactly, girl," Hans said. He had stooped down to her and was whispering in her ear. His breath smelled of brandy and tobacco smoke. Magdalena noticed he was dead drunk. "It"s your lucky day today. We"re going to do that bloodsucker Braunschweiger in today. Then he won"t be able to slice you up. And then we get away with the treasure. But first we"re going to have it off with you properly. That"ll be better than when your spindly physician s...o...b..rs over you..."
He pushed his hand under her skirts.
At the same moment Magdalena had finished loosening the final cords of the rope. Without any further thought, she flung her right knee upward, slamming it into the soldier"s groin. With a m.u.f.fled cry of pain he collapsed.
"You wicked hangman"s wench..."
She ripped the gag and blindfold off her face. Dawn was breaking. It was still rather dark, but through the mists she could distinguish the soldier"s outline as a gray lump on the ground in front of her. Magdalena rubbed her eyes. She had been blindfolded for such a long time that her eyes only gradually grew accustomed to the faint light. She looked in all directions like a hunted animal.
Above her rose the gallows hill. She saw the mortal remains of Georg Brandner swaying in the wind. About twenty paces from her she could see a small fire glimmering in the woods and a man getting to his feet and running toward her. The soldier was somewhat unsteady on his feet but approaching her at an alarming speed.
"Wait, Hans! I"ll get the b.i.t.c.h!"
She was just going to run when she felt a blow to the back of her head. The man on the ground beside her must have gotten to his feet and hit her with a branch or the like. Pain darted like arrows through her head. For an instant she thought she"d go blind, then her sight came back, she stumbled forward, slipped, and felt herself roll down the hill. Twigs and brambles tugged at her hair, she tasted dirt and gra.s.s, then she scrambled to her feet again and stumbled into the undergrowth. Behind her she could hear shouting and fast steps approaching.
As she ran toward the mist-covered fields under the cover of the low shrubs, she felt memories of the previous day returning.
She could see everything quite clearly now.
In spite of her pain and fear she had to laugh. She was running for her life, the two soldiers in close pursuit. She was giggling and crying at the same time. The solution was so simple. It was a pity that she might not be able to share it with anyone.
The smoke grew denser and Simon had to cough repeatedly. Clouds of smoke were wafting into the corridor, enveloping Sophie, who was helping him lug one rock after the other from the entryway. They had wrapped wet rags around their mouths and noses, but those didn"t help much. Simon"s eyes were burning. Time and again he had to stop and mop his face. That cost him valuable time. Again and again he looked over at Clara, who was rolling about in feverish cramps in the alcove. For the sick girl the smoke must have been h.e.l.l.
The hangman had disappeared a while ago. All they could hear now was their own panting and coughing. The hole, which had been no bigger than a fist, had grown considerably. Simon looked at it with increasing impatience. Sophie, who was twelve and rather slight, might be able to push herself through, but it wasn"t big enough for him yet. As the physician moved a particularly big rock to the side, the opening they"d made with such effort collapsed, and they had to start again. At long last the gap was big enough for him to maneuver Clara through. A breeze of fresh air came in from the far side. Simon filled his lungs with it, then he hurried over to the chamber to pick up Clara.
The girl was as light as a bunch of dry sticks. Still, he found it difficult to push her through the gap.
"I"ll go ahead and see if the corridor leads out," he said to Sophie breathlessly, when he realized he wouldn"t get far like that. "Once I"m through I"ll pull Clara after me, and you push from behind. We have to lift her up a little, so she isn"t dragged along the rocky ground. Do you understand?"
Sophie nodded. Her eyes were sooty slits between her soiled hair and the rag that covered her mouth. Once more Simon admired how calm she was. But maybe it was a result of the trauma she had been through. This girl had seen too many dreadful things in the past few days.
The hole they had made was big enough for Simon to fit his shoulders through. At one time, the corridor must have collapsed here. The physician prayed that it wouldn"t give in once more. He gritted his teeth. But what were his alternatives? Behind him were fire, smoke, and a raving mad soldier. Compared to that, a collapsed pa.s.sageway seemed almost trivial.
He held the lantern out in front of him until he felt that the corridor was getting wider again. He moved his lantern around so he could see in all directions. The tunnel did indeed continue. It was tall enough for him to run through if he stooped. Again, small sooty niches lined the walls at regular intervals. A few paces ahead, there was a bend in the corridor, so he couldn"t see any farther ahead, but a fresh breeze was coming toward him.
Quickly Simon turned around and looked back through the hole.
"You can push Clara through the opening now," he called to Sophie.
From the other side of the opening he heard groans and sc.r.a.ping noises. Then Clara"s head peeked through. She was on her stomach, her pale face turned to the side. She was still unconscious and didn"t seem to notice what was going on. Simon brushed over her sweaty hair.
It"s most likely a blessing for the child. She"ll think it"s all just a bad dream.
At last he grabbed Clara"s shoulders and carefully pulled her to his side of the opening. Although he was cautious, her dress trailed over the rocky ground and was torn open, so that her shoulders were bared.
On her right shoulder blade was the mark. For the first time, Simon looked at it from above.
Simon"s head was reeling. Smoke and fear were suddenly far from his mind. He saw only the sign. Before his mind"s eye he could see all those alchemical symbols that he had gotten to know at the university.
Water, earth, air, fire, copper, lead, ammonia, ash, gold, silver, cobalt, tin, magnesium, mercury, salmiac, saltpeter, salt, sulfur, bezoar, vitriol, hemat.i.te...
Hemat.i.te. Could it be that easy? Had they simply focused on one single idea without taking into consideration other possibilities? Had the whole thing been one big misunderstanding?
There was no time for further thought. Above his head he heard an ominous crunching sound. Sand trickled down on him. Quickly, he grabbed Clara by her shoulders and pulled her all the way through to his side.
"Quick, Sophie!" he shouted through the hole. Clouds of smoke were billowing from the opening and getting thicker by the moment. "The corridor"s falling in!"
A few seconds later Sophie"s head appeared in the opening. Simon was tempted to glance at her shoulder, but he quickly changed his mind when a large rock crashed on the ground right alongside him. He helped Sophie through the hole. Then when the girl was able to scramble to her feet by herself, he flung the unconscious Clara over his shoulder and ran along the corridor, stooped over.
Looking back once more, he saw by the light of his lantern how thick smoke was filling the corridor. Then the roof fell in.
Jakob Kuisl pulled himself into the vertical shaft, fighting against the smoke, keeping his eyes closed. He couldn"t see in the dark in any case, and when his eyes were closed they didn"t sting as much from the smoke. From time to time he opened them just a bit and could see a faint glow at the end of the shaft above him. The smoke left him with hardly any air to breathe. He pushed himself up the steep pa.s.sageway, struggling forward inch by inch with his powerful arms. Finally he felt the edge of the tunnel opening. Panting and groaning he hoisted himself into the chamber, rolled to the side, and opened his eyes.
When Jakob Kuisl squinted he recognized a knee-high hole to his right and another chest-high pa.s.sageway leading upward. This was the shaft he had tumbled down after his struggle with the devil. The fire seemed to be coming from up there. But by now dense smoke was filling the chamber as well.
Jakob Kuisl"s eyes filled with tears again. He wiped his face with sooty fingers. Just as he was about to examine the small pa.s.sage to the right, he heard a sound from above.
A soft sc.r.a.ping.
Something was slowly sliding down the shaft. He thought he could hear hectic breathing.
The hangman positioned himself at the side of the shaft, raising his larchwood cudgel. The sc.r.a.ping sound came closer and closer, the sliding noise increased. By the flickering light of the fire he could see something slipping from the shaft and shooting past him. With a scream Jakob Kuisl a.s.saulted it, swinging his cudgel.
Only too late did he realize that it was nothing more than a fragment of the decaying ladder.
At the same moment he heard a hissing sound behind him. He ducked to the side, but the blade went through his coat sleeve and sliced into his left forearm. He felt a dull, throbbing pain. He dropped to the ground, sensing something like a large bird sailing over him.
When the hangman got to his feet again and opened his eyes, he saw an enormous shadow on the wall across from him. The fire made the devil"s frame appear twice its size, and his torso was spread across the ceiling. With his long fingers he seemed to be reaching for the hangman.
Jakob Kuisl blinked until he could make out the soldier at the center of the shadow. The smoke was so heavy now that he could only see the devil as though through a haze. That was all he could see until the devil raised his torch to his head.
His enemy"s face was red with blood, which was streaming across his brow. His flashing eyes seemed to reflect the light from his torch and his white teeth glistened like those of a beast of prey.
"I"m...still here...hangman," he whispered. "This is it! You or me..."
Kuisl crouched, ready to pounce, clasping his cudgel. His left arm was in terrible pain, but he didn"t show it.
"Where did you take my daughter?" he growled. "Out with it! Or I"ll kill you like a rabid dog."