Chapter 5 The Safehouse in the Hills

The fog followed them into the hills, curling low over the earth, like restless spirits, the road narrowed to a rough cart track, hemmed in by tangled hedgerows. Thomas led the way, a lantern held aloft, its dim glow carved a fragile path through the darkness, Nyra held the ledger clutched to her chest beneath her cloak, the weight heavier than stone.

Henry leaned on Claire, limping with every step, his face pale, lips pressed tight against the pain, a pang spiked in Nyra's chest; she wanted to reach out, to steady him, but the sharpness of her anger still lingered, and she willed her gaze forward. The night was alive with the faraway sounds, an owl cry, a snap of a branch, the echo of voices carried on the wind, Nyra shivered, "They're hunting us," "Yes," Thomas said, and didn't slow, "But the safehouse isn't far, If we reach it, we'll have walls at our backs," "Walls?" Claire muttered, "That didn't help us last time," nobody replied, the only sound was the crunch of boots on gravel.

At last, the path opened into a hollow beneath a rocky ridge, a squat stone cottage stood there, half, buried by earth and ivy, its roof sagging under years of neglect, no smoke rose from the chimney, no lantern glowed in its windows. It looked abandoned, perfectly so Thomas pushed open the door, revealing a single room with a hearth, two cots and shelves stacked with tins of provisions, dust lay thick on everything, but the structure was solid. "This will do," he said, "Bolt the door," Nyra obeyed, sliding a heavy iron bar into place, for the first time since the attack, she let herself exhale, Henry lowered himself onto a cot, grimacing as Claire tore strips of fabric to bind his wound, his gaze drifted to Nyra, soft but weary. "You kept it safe," he said, nodding at the ledger, "I knew you would," Nyra's hands tightened upon it, "I didn't choose this, It chose me, Or you chose for me." Henry dropped his gaze, "Perhaps I did, but I had no one else," the words were a blade, flattery and cruelty combined, Nyra looked away. The brass bell sat on the table, its dull sheen catching the lamplight, Nyra set it there almost absent-mindedly, but its presence seemed to command the room, Claire stared at it, "What is that thing, truly? The way those men froze when Nyra rang it, it wasn't natural," Henry hesitated, "It's more than a trinket. The bell came from one of their ships, they used it in their rituals, pledges of silence, oaths sealed in blood. Every man who stood in that room swore never to betray the brotherhood of thieves, when they hear it ring" He paused,"they remember their vows, it paralyzes them with the fear of breaking it," Nyra felt her skin crawl, "You mean it enslaves them." "Not enslaves," Henry said delicately, "Reminds, but in that moment, it gives us power over them." Thomas nodded grimly, "Then it stays with us, might be the only thing between us and a shallow grave.

Nyra stared at the bell, uneasy, objects should not hold such sway over men's souls, and yet, when she rang it, the intruders had faltered, she couldn't deny what she had seen. After Henry was bandaged, they gathered around the hearth, Thomas spread a map across the table, weighting its corners with stones, "The ledger needs to reach London," he said. "There are men there, honest men who can act on this, but we'll never get through the countryside with Mercer's men on our heels," Claire objected "So we hide forever? That's not living.

"No," Henry said firmly, "We don't hide, we strike, Mercer doesn't just want silence, he wants this ledger destroyed, If we confront him, force the truth into the open, we cut off the serpent's head."

Nyra's heart quickened, "Confront him? You mean walk into the lion's den?" Henry's eyes met hers, "Yes,but we won't go unarmed, we have the ledger.m, we have the bell, and we have his name written here, over and over," he tapped the book, "He cannot deny what he's done." Thomas's jaw clenched, "Dangerous plan,but you're right, running won't end this, facing Mercer might. Nyra sat back, stunned, she had imagined escape, not battle, but as she looked at Henry, at Claire's determined face, at Thomas's cold resolve, she realized they would see this through, with or without her and if she walked away now, her life would never again be her own.

A sound broke the silence, a strong knock on the door, all four froze, Thomas pulled out his revolver, the knock came again, together with a muffled voice, "Henry Mercer, Open, or I set fire to this hole and burn you out," Nyra's blood went cold, Henry stiffened, "It's not him, it's one of his men, sent to draw us out." Thomas edged to the window and peered through a crack in the shutter, "Two outside, more in the shadows, they've tracked us."

Nyra's chest tightened, "What do we do?" Henry's eyes fell to the bell, "We use their own chains against them." The next knock boomed against the wood, "Last chance!" Nyra extended a shaking hand to the bell, Thomas caught her wrist in mid-air, "It'll only work if they're bound by the vow, are you willing to bet on superstition?"

Nyra met his gaze, "I'm willing to bet on fear," She yanked free, lifted the bell, and rang it, the note sang through the cottage, clear and piercing. Outside, the response was immediate, the men cursed, staggered, one even dropped his torch,"You feel that?" one hissed, "He has the bell!" "Shut your mouths!" the leader growled, but his own voice broke and betrayed him, louder this time, Nyra rang it. The sound seemed to roll into the earth itself, Henry shouted through the door, "You swore your oaths on this bell, break them now, and you'll carry the curse to your grave!"

The silence was followed by the sound of retreating footsteps, Thomas lowered his gun in amazement, "Well, I'll be damned." Nyra set the bell down, her hand shaking, she felt no triumph, only a hollow dread, how many times could fear save them before steel caught up?

That night, nobody slept, a pale thin dawn crept across the hills, bringing a grim clarity with it, Henry stood, his wounded leg stiff, "We take the fight to Mercer, he thinks we'll run, we don't, we go out on his ground and end this." Nyra wanted to protest, but something inside her shifted, running had cost her too much already. If she wanted her life back, then she would have to take it herself. She rose slowly to her feet, "Then we end it together," Claire stood, too, her chin up in defiance,"Together," Thomas began to reload his revolver, sliding fresh bullets into the chamber, "I'll see it through, but if we fail, best you make peace with God tonight." Henry looked at Nyra, and for a single, fleeting moment, the world stilled, the boy she had loved was gone, but the man before her carried the same fire. Whatever came next, their story bound them anew, and the uninvited guest in her home, this danger, this ledger, this bell wasn't Henry's burden alone any longer.