This Rough Magic

'They must have been around, watching,' said Benito numbly, 'If they took her that soon after I left.'

The guard officer nodded. 'We just don't know where to start, milord.'

'Have you asked Anastasia?' Seeing the officer's blank look Benito explained. 'The girl who looks after old Mrs. Grisini. In the upper floors of the house.'

Maria shook her head. 'She's up at the hospital, Benito. Just lack of food, I think. I found her passed out on the stairs the day before yesterday. The old lady was still pottering around and hadn't even noticed. The old lady is also up there, at the hospital. She has arthritic pains and it turns out she's been taking poppy-juice tablets to help her with it.' Maria made a face. 'It appears she's been taking too many of them. Washing them down with grappa on the quiet.'

'Well, that leaves her out,' mused Benito. 'I'd wondered. She's always been potty about Alessia.'

'About babies in general,' said Maria. 'She lost her own, from her first husband. Poor woman. I can't blame her entirely for her tablets and grappa. She's had a miserable life.'

Benito shrugged. 'Well, my sympathies, but I want to find Alessia. I'm just glad to have her excluded because I'd worry about what she might do to a child. She always seemed as mad as bedlam to me.'

Maria pursed her lips. 'She made some bad decisions. That first marriage of hers . . . poor, short but happy. Then she married Grisini. It was childless and—on her side anyway—more for sustenance than affection. The childlessness obsessed her a bit. But she'd never have hurt a baby. It can't be her, anyway. She was being looked after up at the hospital, the last I saw.'

'If we knew roughly where Alessia had been taken to, we'd have a pretty easy time finding her,' Benito said. 'She's going to wake up in a strange place with her gums hurting, and she's going to start right in screaming. We'll set the Arsenalotti kids to listening for a baby where there shouldn't be one.'

'If we knew roughly where she was.' Francesca pondered that for a moment, while Benito turned away from the window and slumped down into another chair. 'So who'd want a baby? Especially one that's likely to give them away?'

Benito thought about that for a moment.

'If I were some kind of agent, or someone wanting a baby for a ritual, the last thing I'd pick to kidnap would be a teething baby,' Francesca persisted. 'You can't reason with it, and you can't shut it up without hurting it. You can't even shut it up by hurting it. So what if this isn't a kidnapping, as Maria thinks it is? Who else would want a baby?'

'Who would want a baby—except a mother?' He looked up to see Maria nodding thoughtfully.

'Somebody who lost a baby already? And maybe can't have any more?' Francesca pursed her lips and sat up a little straighter. 'And you've got a little china-doll right here, about as pretty as anybody'd ever want. All right, that makes sense. But who?'

'Remember, Benito, we are probably looking for someone who isn't entirely well balanced, but it's also probably someone too careful to give herself away by disappearing with it. Lord only knows why they took the baby—'

Benito felt a finger of ice trace the line of his spine. 'You don't—you don't think they'd hurt her, do you?'

'Not if it was someone looking for a baby to care for. They'd try to look after her.'

'Which leaves harming her by accident.' His heart sank again. 'Saints. If the baby starts fussing again, wakes up and starts crying—'

* * *

It was around dusk when the young Corfiote boy came panting in. 'Down near the southern wall! There's a building that's been pretty well wrecked in the shelling, milord. No one living down there. But I heard a baby!'

Benito got to his feet. 'Let's go.'

Maria struggled to keep up.

Emeric's bombardment had turned from being largely focused on the front wall to working on the morale of the besieged by shelling the buildings inside the wall. The result was that the forequarter of the city, inside the southern curtain wall, was largely uninhabitable with many damaged buildings. It was to this part that the boy led them, into a small square.

'It was here I heard it, milord.'

At precisely that moment, a baby cried. A fierce howl of pain and frustrated anger. Benito knew that it had come from directly overhead. He knew that cry, knew that baby-voice. It was his baby, his little girl—

Anger he'd been carrying around inside since the abduction exploded into a white rage.

He went up through the skeletal remains of the building without a thought to fragile masonry. But at the third floor level he was confronted by a piece of staircase that was plainly newly fallen. This stopped Maria, but it didn't stop him. Not for an instant. He climbed across on tiny stubs of masonry, willing them to be big enough to hold him.

He gained the landing. 'Get someone with some planks!' he called back to Maria. He pushed open the door at the top.

The room here was virtually intact. And leaning over the cradle at the far side of the room was a woman they'd supposed safe in the hospital. Mrs. Grisini's hair was awry, gray straggling locks hanging about her face. Her eyes, looking up from Alessia and into his, were unfocused, the pupils wide. She saw him and screamed in competition with Alessia.

'It's all right,' said Benito, trying for an air of reassurance. She looked mad enough to do anything and Alessia was right within her grasp. He walked slowly forward, making no hasty movements.

She screamed again, and snatched the infant from the cradle, holding it so tightly against her that the baby howled in protest at this mishandling.

Benito froze where he was. She edged away from him, step by step, until her back was against the outer