“You want anything, Bennacio?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “I don’t know what to do. I mean, I’m really scared right now. Why did Mr. Samson send you here? What’s going to happen now that all the knights are dead? I’m not going to live, am I? None of us are. You said our doom was upon us. I’m thirsty. You want a drink of water?”
He didn’t answer. This time he had really fallen asleep.
15
I watched him sleep for a long time, until I started feeling sleepy myself. There was sofa in the outer room, and I lay on that for a while, but it made me nervous because I couldn’t keep an eye on him.
So I went back into his room and sat on the bed. I must have finally passed out, because I woke up at dawn curled at the foot of the bed, like a big, faithful dog.
When I woke up he was still asleep, so I ordered room service, a plain bagel (since I didn’t know how he liked them), a bagel with everything, a pot of coffee, and an orange juice.
I answered the door to get the food. When I came back, he was awake. I helped him sit up so he could eat. He took the bagel with everything, the one I wanted, but he was the guy with the stab wound, so I didn’t say anything.
“What happened in Játiva?” I asked.
“Samson believed our only hope lay in attacking the enemy in force. I argued against it, but he was the head of our Order, and in the end I acquiesced. We had tracked Mogart to his keep in Játiva, an ancient castle overlooking the city, rebuilt and refortified in preparation for this day. Samson planted a story in one of the British dailies that he was actually in London, attending a conference of foreign business leaders. He had hoped this would lull Mogart into relaxing his vigilance.”
“I guess it didn’t.”
“They waited until we had reached the inner courtyard of Mogart’s castle—and then ambushed us. Fifty men at least. Bellot fell, then Cambon, yet even so we might have succeeded. We bested the front guard and had taken the grounds, when fate turned against us and Mogart appeared with the Sword.”
He took a deep breath. “And, as we fell, one by one, the angels themselves wailed and beat upon their br**sts. The Sword was not meant for such work, was never forged to spill the blood of its protectors. We fell back, our hearts filled with dread, but another contingent of the enemy had formed behind us, cutting off our escape.”
“He killed—he killed everyone?”
“It was a slaughter, Kropp. I fell by the gate, wounded, though not mortally, and thus became the sole surviving witness to Mogart’s ultimate treachery, the killing of our captain, the man you call Bernard Samson. What Mogart did to him I will not say here—but it was terrible, Kropp. Terrible! Yet still Samson found strength before he died to tell me to take the message to you, that he had fallen and the Sword is still not safe. In short, that the Knights of the Order of the Sacred Sword are no more.”
I set down my half-eaten bagel. All of a sudden, I wasn’t hungry anymore. I remembered my dream, of the brave men outnumbered in a gray castle, and the man with the golden hair falling.
“For hours I lay half dead in the blood-soaked mud of Mogart’s keep,” Bennacio went on. “Finally darkness fell and I deemed it safe to slip away. I was spotted, of course, and pursued here to America, though I thought I had lost my pursuers. Apparently, I have not.”
He set down his cup and put his plate with the uneaten bagel on the bedside table.
“Nor will they stop until I am dead. For I am the last knight, the sole hope for the Sword’s retrieval. These others, the outsiders Samson enlisted to our cause, this . . . OIPEP cannot prevail against Mogart. Only a Knight of the Order has any prayer of retrieving the Sword. And Mogart knows this.”
He rolled to the edge of the bed, holding his side, wincing from the pain.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Leaving.”
“You can’t leave, Bennacio. You lost a lot of blood. You gotta rest for a couple—”
“Listen!” he said sharply. “They will not stop hunting me, Kropp. Even as we speak, they may be in this building. Now that my final oath to Samson is fulfilled, I must return to Europe and pick up Mogart’s trail before the calamity strikes, before he or anyone else can use the Sword to an evil end.”
He pushed himself from the bed, swayed a second on his feet, and fell back. I caught him and eased him back down as he gulped in air.
“I am the last knight,” he gasped. “I am bound by my sacred oath to recover what should never have been lost.”
I don’t know if those words were aimed at me, what should never have been lost, but I took it like they were.
“What can I do?” I asked.
He cocked one of those thick eyebrows in my direction and I felt about the size of pencil lead again.
“Please, Bennacio, let me do something. Let me help. I didn’t realize I was doing it until now, but I’ve run away. I’m not going back to the Tuttles’ ever again. So if I’m not going back, then I’ve got nowhere to go and I can’t go nowhere, I’ve got to go somewhere. All this—it’s my fault. Well, it’s also my uncle’s fault, but if I had said no then none of this would have happened. He couldn’t have done it without me. But he’s dead now, so I’m the only one who can do anything about it, about letting Mogart get his hands on the Sword. I don’t know what I can do, but you’re in pretty rough shape; maybe you could use me. Please. Please, use me, Bennacio.”
He almost smiled. Almost. He held on to his side, wincing. “Can you drive a car, Kropp?”
16
I told him, you bet, I could drive a car, but I had just started and didn’t have much experience. That didn’t seem to bother him. I helped him get dressed and he leaned on me as we walked to the parking lot. He directed me to a brand-new silver Mercedes parked near the exit.
“This is your car?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Cool car.”
I helped him into the passenger seat. After I slid behind the wheel, he handed me the keys.
“This is a really nice car, Bennacio,” I said. “You sure it’s okay if I drive it?”
“Did you not say in the room you could drive?”
“Sure, but I only got my learner’s permit six months ago and I don’t have that much experience behind the wheel.”
He gave a little wave of his hand, a gesture that struck me as very European. “We must use the instruments given us, Kropp.”