“I tried to get some help in herbal magic from the wizard of Caelrhon,” said Ascelin, “but he told me nobody teaches it at your school anymore.” He was right. I only knew what I did from my long-dead predecessor’s rather grudging lessons. “So let’s hope I remembered that plant correctly!”
Something else was nagging at me. I identified it at last. “What are you doing here?” I asked Theodora, swallowing soup. “And where’s Antonia?”
“She’s staying with her friend Jen. And I’m here because your queen sent me for me when-when she thought you were dying.”
“Was I?” I asked, interested. “Am I still?”
“Considering that this is the first time you’ve been coherent in a very long time,” said Ascelin with his quick smile, “I trust you aren’t.” After a moment he added soberly, “But the bishop came last week and gave you the last rites.”
So I hadn’t entirely imagined Joachim being here. I wondered if he’d actually heard anything I tried to say to him. And if he’d forgiven me, would I stay forgiven even if I didn’t stay dead? “But Celia should have given me last rites,” I said, remembering my daughter’s plan to give everyone a chance to do what they most wanted.
A shadow passed across Ascelin’s face at his own daughter’s name. “She nursed you as assiduously as anyone, but-” He stood up abruptly. “You need to sleep. Come on,” to Theodora. “We can talk to him more in the morning.”
That night I slept deeply, without the nightmare of fever chasing me, and when I awoke toward dawn I almost felt like myself, though very weak. I took a quick glance at my arms-still there-and then looked across the room to see Theodora dozing in a chair.
She awoke when I stirred and came to sit beside me. Her amethyst eyes were gentle. I took her hand, an action which seemed to require an enormous amount of effort. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I whispered. “But how did you know?”
“I told you,” she said gently and bent to brush her lips across my forehead. “Your queen sent for me. She knows about you and me.”
“It’s a secret,” I said, trying to open my eyes enough to look at her properly. “Nobody else knows.”
Theodora shook her head slowly and kissed me again. “I think just about everyone in the castle has worked it out. After all, when a mysterious woman is sent for as a wizard lies dying, and everyone recalls that he very recently produced a ‘niece’ no one knew he had, one who seems remarkably adept at magic for a little girl, a secret is hidden no longer.”
“I’m sorry, Theodora,” I murmured. So much for the privacy she had worked so hard to maintain! “I didn’t want to have them all get to know you thinking of you as some-”
“As some fallen woman?” she said with a smile tugging the corners of her mouth. “Since they do, at least nobody has questioned whether it’s suitable for me to spend the night watching you alone in your chambers.”
“What does King Paul think about it?” I asked as though casually. Inwardly I was thinking gleefully that now Theodora would have to marry me. It would be the only way to restore her reputation, and although this wasn’t the best way to have told Paul about her, now that the secret was out he would have to agree that I could stay on as Royal Wizard once we were married. This should take care of Theodora’s final objections.
But from her reply she hadn’t looked at it quite the same way. “I’m not sure what your king thinks about me,” she said slowly. “He has gone out of his way to talk to me, almost as though wanting to demonstrate that he is
“King Paul has been extremely concerned about you, of course,” she continued, “and has been at some pains to tell me all the wonderful things you’ve done for the kingdom over the years, going back to when his father was still alive. He’s even grateful for the times you’ve kept Yurt’s knights-and him-from fighting as they were trained to do! It was touching, Daimbert: as though he hoped that by talking about you he could keep you alive. Since I don’t live here in Yurt, maybe he thought I was the best person to tell, the one least likely to know all the stories already. And I must say some of the events sounded better in his telling than when you’ve told me about them!” She squeezed my hand. “He was very happy last night to hear that you were improved-nearly as glad as I.”
I blinked against the early light coming through the window. Maybe I would try tea and cinnamon crullers this morning, I thought-my mouth tasted like old chicken soup. Well, even if Theodora and Paul hadn’t realized yet that she would have to marry me and come live in Yurt, they would soon.
“The chaplain is planning a thanksgiving service for when you’re a little better.”
“I don’t want the chaplain to have anything to do with it,” I said peevishly. “I want the bishop.”
Theodora smiled. “I’m sure he’ll be offering his own thanks to God in Caelrhon. You don’t want to act as though you thought only one priest had access to God and His saints!” Actually that was exactly what I thought, but I kept quiet. “I know he’s been your friend for years, Daimbert,” she continued, “but he’s even busier than usual with his duties this summer.” It sounded then as Joachim had given up his plans to resign, I was pleased to hear. “Especially with the rats in the cathedral-”
“
I had been lying comfortably, holding Theodora’s hand, but now I tried to sit up with a great deal of thrashing.
She pushed me down again easily. “It’s just that the river rats seem to be fairly numerous this summer,” she said in a casual voice that immediately made me suspect this was much more serious than she wanted me to think. “They’ve always lived along the docks, but now they’re getting into houses and a whole swarm seem to have settled in the cathedral. An acolyte even found one chewing on the altar cloth! So you can understand why the bishop is concerned.”
“It’s Cyrus,” I said darkly. “He summoned the rats.”
“The Dog-Man?” said Theodora in surprise. “After his prayers restored the burned buildings, I doubt if anyone in Caelrhon would suspect him of such a thing. There are some who have blamed the Romneys- But I’m sure everyone realizes it’s just a result of higher water along the river this year,” she finished briskly.
“It’s Cyrus all right,” I repeated obstinately. “But the bishop won’t believe any evil of him, and neither will Celia. Maybe if I tell her that he’s behind the rats she’ll give up this notion of being a nun. She never wanted to be one anyway.”
Theodora looked somewhat pained. “I think Celia is taking this hard,” she said quietly. She tried then to smile and added, “It feels so strange to be meeting all these people properly at last. You’ve told me about them, of course, and some of them I saw at King Paul’s coronation, but the twins were just overgrown girls then, not young women.”
But I wasn’t going to let her change the subject. “What is Celia taking hard? The rats?”
Theodora shook her head fractionally, looking somewhere over my head. “Finding out that Antonia is your daughter. I think she’d gotten the notion that wizards should be as pure as priests. And she had trusted you, Daimbert, with her religious vocation … She won’t speak to me at all, though her sister does all the time, as though to make up for it. Hildegarde told me she’s afraid that Celia is talking herself into really wanting to be a nun, in part to avoid having any more unpleasant discoveries in the secular world.”
Feeling irritable because I was so weak, I said, “Then if she can’t handle a glimpse of a little sin-and six years ago at that, I hope you told her! — then it’s a good thing she won’t be a priest. See if the cook made any crullers this morning.”
As I ate my breakfast, deciding that I would have improved much faster if they had spooned tea into my mouth these last few weeks along with the chicken soup, I had the vague feeling that I had discovered something important shortly before the wolf attacked me. And something Theodora had told me about our daughter was worrisome. I wondered what it was.
IV
I was able to recall enough herbal magic to assist the natural properties of Ascelin’s healing herbs, and
