A spirit? A pagan spirit, but also the Protector of Venice? The very Lion that met Saint Mark?
'So--now I'm bound to the Lion,' he finished wearily; then, out of nowhere, managed a brilliant smile. 'And my Pauline relatives will surely disown me now for such blasphemy!'
His grandfather, the Old Dell'este Fox, snorted, and her grandfather choked on his drink--with suppressed laughter, she realized a moment later.
'Those of your Pauline relatives who are stupid enough to be fretted about blasphemy after all this--none of whom are on my side of the family, I might mention--can go hang themselves,' the Old Fox growled. 'I'll lend them the rope.'
'Nonsense!' barked Lodovico Montescue. 'Sell it to them. I'll go in with you in a Colleganza.'
The room erupted in a roar of laughter--and there was an end to that topic.
The priests added a few questions, mostly about the Lion, what it and Marco had done, and the awakening spell. But very soon the Metropolitan himself called a halt. 'Anything more we can learn from the book, and it will be more certain than this young man's memory,' he said. 'I will confer with Father Lopez when he returns, but I am satisfied that there is not so much as a whisper of evil about this creature--to whom, and this young mage, we can only be grateful.'
And then it was her turn.
Everyone listened in silence until she got to the part where Lucrezia Brunelli appeared. 'Ha!' exclaimed one of the priests, smacking the table and making her jump. 'Father Pierre was right! I thought he was.'
'Don't interrupt her,' commanded Michael sternly; then, unexpectedly, smiled at her.
She continued, wanting to close her eyes to better recall Lucrezia's exact words--but knowing that she didn't dare to, because if she did, she'd fall asleep. She managed well enough until she got to the part about the warmth that filled her, coming from her Hypatia medal; the pure, sweet voice in her head, and the glowing golden hands that overlaid hers. Then she saw something that she would never, ever have imagined.
She saw Metropolitan Michael's eyes widen and his jaw sag. Actually, at that point, there were many jaws dropping, especially among the priests. The only one who didn't seem surprised was Marco, who squeezed her hand encouragingly. No one interrupted her, though, and she continued doggedly, through the point of Lucrezia's transformation, the seizing of the Bible, and the aftermath.
'And then the voice said, Let Evil beware the weight of the Word of God, and then--I suppose it was gone, because the warmth went away,' she concluded. She prudently omitted the other outrageous puns that the voice had made, as well as the remarks that had prefaced and followed the aphorism she'd been told to use.
Heads nodded wisely all over the room--
--except for Metropolitan Michael's. He appeared to be choking for a moment, but quickly composed himself.
Did he get the joke? A moment later, a glance from his dancing eyes confirmed her suspicion that he had.
Oh, dearest Dottore Marina, now I understand what you meant about history becoming somewhat cleaned up and simplified. Who, except perhaps for this single cleric, would ever understand the full version? Who would ever appreciate it for what it meant? Yes, there was terrible evil in the world, and yes, they must fight grimly to defeat it--but there was also peace, love, and joy . . .and to forget that, would be to forget there was a God.
'I have no questions, but I would like to examine the young lady's medal,' Michael said gravely. She pulled the chain over her head and handed it to the page who came for it, feeling uncomfortable and naked without it. Michael and his group of priests each examined the Saint Hypatia medal closely, and they put their heads together and muttered for a moment.
Then the Metropolitan handed it back to the page, who brought it back to her. She put it back on, with relief.
'I would like to place into the record of these proceedings that we have found the original protections placed upon this talisman by the Order of Hypatia. As well as a very recent reinforcing spell, placed on it within the last three months or so, by some other magician. Whom I believe to have been Dottore Marina.' He paused significantly. 'All of which bear the completely unmistakable aura of sanctity. This medal has been used within the last day as a vehicle for one of God's own spirits. We are not prepared to state which spirit, but I believe we can assume it was, at the least, one of the angelic order of the cherubim.' Michael raised one eyebrow. 'Possibly higher. Possibly the saint herself. But without having a Christian mage as a witness, we cannot state that this was a bona fide Hypatian miracle, and therefore we will confine ourselves to pronouncing it a genuine case of divine intercession.'
Well, that caused as much of a buzz as Marco's revelations, and Rafael got off with doing no more than providing confirmation for her story and Marco's with no questioning. And very shortly after that, they were all three dismissed and followed their page--stumbling, as Dorma had predicted--to their rooms.
