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EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER
Gabriel slipped across the Orontes River marking the border between Syria and Turkey just after midnight on the fifth day. He had
walked his horse for much of the way, resting it during the heat of the days and wary of the dry dust kicked up by galloping
hooves. Several times he had spotted patrols in the distance and pulled the horse to the ground, lying beside it until they had
passed, shivering despite the desert heat and the fever that rose and fell inside him like lava.
During the nights he had shivered from real cold as the chill of space settled back on the earth, the crackle and boom of distant
battles showing him where the civil war raged so he could steer a course around it. He rode harder then, his way lit only by the
stars and his desire to keep going.
At the height of his fever, rocked almost unconscious by the movement of his horse across the vast desert, he had imagined his
father riding with him, pointing out the spots of long-ago battles and bringing forth the ghosts of those that had died here.
Ottoman sultans, Persian caliphates, Roman emperors, Alexander the Great, they had all fought for a land no man could ever really
own. St Paul had walked here too, converting to Christianity on the long road to Damascus, moving away from the very place Gabriel
was trying so hard to get to.
By the time he reached the river marking the end of Syria and the beginning of Turkey, he was half dead from the disease that
consumed him from within and half frozen from cold. He found a spot between two checkpoints and slipped into the dark night river,
clinging to the swimming horse as if he were crossing the Styx and the horse was the only thing stopping him from drifting away
into the underworld.
Not yet – he told himself and held on tighter – just a few more hours, then death could have him.
He rose with the horse, throwing his body over it so it lifted him clear of the river, then lay across its back, dripping and
shivering, letting the horse drink for a long while before finally spurring it forward one last time.
The civil war had brought battalions of troops to the border, so he moved slowly at first, picking his way carefully past the
military posts, before galloping the last seventy kilometres along the long dusty tracks that ran for miles through the olive and
pistachio groves.
He entered the city of Ruin as dawn was lightening the sky and the city was beginning to stir. Ahead of him he could see the
Citadel rising sheer and black at the centre of the city, so high the summit was lit by sunlight that had yet to rise above the
rim of the surrounding mountains.
He kept to the centre of the great wide boulevard running straight to the heart of the city and away from the early risers who
stared mutely at this lone horseman moving past the cars and souvenir shops. He knew the Old Town, locked each night behind its
portcullises and seven-metre-thick walls, would be preparing to let the first tourists of the day inside. As soon as the sun
peeped above the mountains and bathed the Old Town with light the gates would open and he would charge straight at them, relying
on his appearance and the flying hooves to scatter the tourists. He would then ride to the top of the hill and ring the ascension
bell at the Tribute dock, demanding that they pull him up and into the mountain. The monk Athanasius would know why he was there.
They had to let him in. Just a few more minutes and his journey would be over.
He reached the end of the boulevard and cut across Suleiman Park towards the main public gate. It was the widest of all the
entrances and would, he hoped, allow people to get out of his way when he charged at them. He didn’t want to hurt anyone and
certainly didn’t want to touch anyone and risk passing on the fever that burned inside him.
He passed under the final tree, the foliage parting to reveal the Old Town wall. Then he saw them, two ghosts standing sentinel in
shrouds of white. In his delirium he thought they must be visions of death, waiting to claim him, but as his horse carried him
closer he saw that they were real.
The skull-like eyes of one turned to him then motioned to the other.
He heard the rustle of their sterile suits as they moved towards him, saw the HazMat chevrons and quarantine sign behind them, and
realized – as exhaustion and defeat finally dragged him from his horse – that he was too late. The disease he had carried out of
the Citadel, and travelled so far to bring back again, had already spread.
The Tower A Novel (Sanctus)
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