“If I leave now, I can celebrate Epiphany comfortably at home,” she said. “The household here doesn’t need any more people underfoot, now that the holidays are almost over and you’re going to start repairs to the castle. Besides, my own staff will be returning from vacation, and I need to be there to explain to my cook why she can’t find anything in her own kitchen and why she has five hundred pounds of boar that need immediate processing.”
I stretched out on my bed and she sat beside me. “I gather you suggested to the others,” I said, “that the demon had decided on its own to come live in our cellars. Thank you for doing so; I wouldn’t want everybody to start suspecting each other of black magic.”
“But that’s why I had to talk to you,” she said. “You told me that someone here had summoned a demon, and I’ve been wild with curiosity the last three days trying to work out who it could be.”
I hesitated. Having decided that I would have to do my best from this point on to keep my soul pure, I didn’t want to start lying. On the other hand, I did not want to give away the fact that the Lady Maria had heedlessly sold her soul without even realizing she was doing so. Repenting of her actions would be painful enough to her, without feeling that everyone in the castle knew her for a sinner and a fool. I was glad again that Joachim had spoken to her, instead of I.
“I talked to your chaplain right away, of course,” she continued, “just after he’d brought you back from the cellars. I wanted to be sure that he knew someone here had been working with a demon. He gave me the strangest look-he’s so dour, you can’t tell half the time what he’s thinking.”
I let this slur on Joachim pass without comment.
“All he’d say was that the person who had summoned the demon had done so unintentionally, without evil purpose, and that that person’s soul was now safe. So I’ve had to work it out for myself. I remembered that King Haimeric first became ill within a year of his marriage, about the same time his old chaplain died. So my first thought was that the new royal chaplain must have been responsible. But then I realized that since he’d been able first to heal the king and then bring you back to life, he couldn’t possibly be in league with the devil.”
I was interested to see how the duchess’s reasoning had paralleled my own. It had taken her much less time than it had taken me, but then she had had the advantage of knowing from the beginning that there was a demon involved.
“So I started thinking who else it might be, and it didn’t take me long to realize that it had to be the queen!”
“No!” I said involuntarily.
The duchess looked at me appraisingly. “Not my cousin, eh? You’re certainly quick enough to defend her.” I wondered how much she guessed of my feelings for the queen. “But the problems all started not long after she moved to Yurt. And it occurred to me that the demon might not have summoned the dragon all by itself, but rather that someone here might have been silly enough to think that a dragon would be fun. She’s become more level- headed since becoming queen, I’ll give her that, but she always did do just what she wanted to do.”
She paused and looked thoughtfully out the window. Then slowly she started to smile, as though seeing something that made everything clear. “Of course! It wasn’t the queen at all. I should have realized at once! It was the Lady Maria.”
I didn’t answer, but the duchess took my silence for assent. “Good. I couldn’t have gone home without knowing. Don’t worry-I won’t say anything to Maria, or to anyone else. At least I can be sure, knowing her, that she didn’t do it out of evil intent. It was only because she didn’t know any better!”
The duchess slapped her knees in satisfaction. “Now I’ll leave you alone, as soon as you tell me one more thing. Did the demon kill you while you were fighting with it, or did you have to offer it your life to save Maria?”
There didn’t seem to be any way to get rid of her without answering. “You can’t fight demons, my lady,” I said. “All you can do is negotiate.”
She stood up. “Now I really will let you rest. It looks like my knights and chaplain are ready to go. But you ever decide you’d rather be ducal wizard than stay on here, let me know immediately.”
The door slammed behind her as she left, and in a minute I could hear a clatter of hoofs and farewells being called as the duchess’s party left.
But just as I was fluffing my pillows to settle down properly, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I said wearily. At this point more awe and respect seemed highly desirable.
My door opened to admit the Lady Maria.
Except for my white silk shawl, she was dressed entirely in black. I remembered now that she had been in black for church service. She was not a naughty schoolgirl now, but rather a melancholy and penitent matron, looking back in sorrow at a life ill-led. Her golden hair was pulled tight into a severe bun; there were quite a few grey hairs at the temples.
But even though I was sure she had enjoyed picking out a suitably repentant outfit to wear, there were quite genuine tears at the corners of her eyes. She sat down next to my bed, pulling off her black gloves, apparently unable to speak at once. I sat up, rubbing my aching forehead with my knuckles, and waited.
“I wanted,” she said at last, a catch in her voice, “I wanted to thank you, and I wanted to ask if you could ever forgive me.”
“Certainly I forgive you,” I said, speaking very seriously and holding her eyes. “I didn’t go to deal with the demon either hoping for thanks from anyone or feeling the need to forgive anyone. I went because it was my duty as a wizard.”
It sounded horribly self-righteous in my own ears, but it seemed to be what she wanted to hear. It was also true. She wiped her eyes with a black-trimmed handkerchief and attempted a smile. “Then you and I can still be friends?”
“Of course we can.” With any luck I could have her out of here in a few more minutes.
But she had much more on her mind. “Then if you’re my friend,” she said intently, “I need you to tell me something. Are they- Is everyone- Is everyone laughing at me?”
“Laughing at you?” She was entirely serious.
“Maybe it’s just part of the penance I need to bear, but I have to know! Is everybody chuckling behind my back at the silly Lady Maria, who didn’t even recognize a demon when she summoned one, and who happily sold her soul just so she could act girlish for a few more years?”
“Certainly not,” I said without hesitation. Joachim did indeed seem to have explained matters to her most clearly. “The chaplain and I are the only people in the castle who know that you summoned the demon, that it didn’t just appear in Yurt by itself.” I told my conscience that this was, strictly speaking, true; the duchess was by now well out of the castle.
“Then you didn’t have to tell the king and queen-”
Dominic, I remembered, had known all along that she had summoned the demon originally, even though he had not wanted to give her away, and even though he did not realize the demon had broken out of the pentagram that he and the old wizard had drawn to imprison it. But since he was highly unlikely to say something now, I felt safe in not mentioning him. So much for my pure soul!
“I didn’t say a word to the king and queen about you. Everyone was just too delighted to have the demon sent back to hell to worry very much about how it got here in the first place.”
The tears appeared at the corners of her blue eyes again. I pretended to be looking out my window; I had quite a nice view of much of the courtyard. If the Lady Maria had been standing in a doorway, waiting for the duchess to leave before she came to talk to me, the duchess would have had no trouble spotting her. Perhaps her clever guess had not been as clever as I had thought.
“I tried to explain something to the chaplain,” Maria said after a moment, bringing out the black-trimmed handkerchief again, “but I think he’s too high-minded to understand something so foolish, so I’d like to try to tell you instead.”
Oh, well, I thought. It was too late to become awe-inspiring anyway.
“Of course it was silly to want to be young again-even I knew that. But it was
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