Phoenix and Ashes

'I'll look a rare Guy—' Eleanor retorted. But she reached out to touch the delicate lace, anyway, wondering wistfully if she really could fit into it.

A moment later, she found out, at Sarah's insistence. She was surprised to find that it fit her very well indeed.

'A good thing that they didn't reckon young girls should wear much but flowers or feathers, back in the day,' Sarah said, looking very pleased. ' 'Cause how I should manage jewels, I haven't a clue. We'll say you're little Princess Victoria herself. Here, I've got a nice rose-colored sash off that silk that went to bits, that'll take the place of the old one that's gone, a bit of cleaning, some flowers and a domino-mask—you leave it to me. Put your hair up, and a bit of glamourie, even Alison won't recognize you.'

Eleanor looked down at herself, feeling a thrill of excitement. And it wasn't because she would finally find a possible mentor, or because this might be the chance to plead her case to an Elemental Master. No, there was only one thought in her head at the moment.

Reggie will be there. And he'll see me like this—not shabby.

'But how am I going to get there?' she asked, as it occurred to her that trying to walk up to Longacre in that dress was going to be in impossible proposition.

'I'll borrow a cart and horse and put a glamorie on them, too,' Sarah said dismissively. 'Make them look like a carriage. Wouldn't pass in daylight, but this will be after dark. I'll be your coachman, I'll hand you out, so nobody gets close enough to see through the glamorie.'

'But—I still can't get as far as the manor!' she objected weakly. 'Alison's bindings —I've tried stretching them, and they still only go as far as the meadow.'

'You will be able to. Alison will have her hands full with her girls. She'll be trying to hide her nature from that Air Master, you can count on it. She'll be distracted by the ball. For an hour or two, and working together, we'll be able to stretch those bindings just far enough that night.' Sarah sounded quite sure of herself, and Eleanor just gave in.

She had to be right. This was Eleanor's only chance to get some outside help.

She wanted to see Reggie, even if he didn't recognize her. Maybe because he wouldn't recognize her. Just once, she wanted to talk to him, and see him look at her the way he would look at any other girl that was his social equal.

She wanted—a memory. No matter what happened to her after that night, she wanted to have a memory of being a princess at a ball, dancing with a handsome knight, and allow herself to be just that little bit in love with him.

'You're right,' she said, with a nod. 'If we don't seize this opportunity, there may never be another one; we have to make it work.'

July 11, 1917

London

Thanks to her friendship with Lady Devlin, the Savoy had put the Robinsons up in a better suite than usual; the girls didn't even have to share a room, which made for a little more peace and quiet. It certainly impressed Warrick Locke when he arrived on Alison's summons.

Alison saw no need to trouble herself with secrecy today; what could be more natural than a meeting with her solicitor since they both 'happened' to be in London? The girls were at fittings for their costumes; nothing could be more respectable than having him come to her hotel suite in broad daylight with a briefcase full of papers. Howse was right in the next room, though she could have been in this one, if Alison had wished, and neither seen nor heard anything but her book. It had taken more than a year, but now Howse was nicely obedient to Alison's will and directions, yet still had enough freedom of thought that she performed all of her duties properly.

Just for the sake of verisimilitude, Locke had a stack of papers on the table. The fact that none of those papers concerned her was something no one else would ever find out. Some of them, however, concerned Eleanor, who was the central topic of their conversation. Eleanor was a loose end that Alison very much wanted tidied up before there was a wedding in the offing. It would be harder to dispose of her quietly when one was connected to the Fenyxes of Longacre Park.

But Locke still had no better plan than the old one, even though he'd had weeks to think of alternatives. Alison was extremely disappointed in him; normally he was full of ideas, but he seemed terribly fixated on this one. Perhaps it was because of his own personal obsessions, but if that was indeed the case, the sooner he got them under control, the better.

'I tell you, Warrick, no matter how much you like your plan to break that wretched girl's mind, it is too complicated,' Alison objected. 'What's more, it relies too much on that man of yours, as well as bringing in possible confederates. I know you trust him, but every time you add a person to a plan you double the chances of something