“I don’t know,” he said miserably. “I still don’t know! I truly think I must be damned, darling. I try to do good but everything I do turns out evil. Trying to rescue my brother, I killed a friar. Helping Marek kill Vilhelmas was wrong! I know now that he didn’t kill your father and brother, although he knew who did and didn’t stop him. He did lead the raid that killed fourteen men at Long Valley, and yet I still feel as bad about Vilhelmas as I do about destroying the Wend army. I didn’t intend to wipe out the army, just its supply of powder, but that blew thousands of men to mush.”
“Vilhelmas was a traitor and a killer and you saved Jorgary from an unprovoked war. How can you call those results evil?”
He pulled her head against his, so that they were cheek-to-cheek. “Well, I may do even more terrible things if I’m not controlled. People who know about Speaking insist that a Speaker must be bound to a person who isn’t a Speaker. The master is called the cadger and the Speaker the falcon. They’re just code words. The cadger can limit what the falcon can do. Not give orders, just permission. It’s a partnership. The Saints want me to swear to their leader, Lady Umbral, but I haven’t met her. There’s only one person in the world I trust enough, and that’s you.”
“Gladly! If an oath’s all it takes, I’ll swear to be a dormouse.”
“But it would mean that you may share in my guilt.”
This gnawing doubt wasn’t like him, she knew, but he was visibly exhausted, at the end of his tether. He should be comforted and put to bed to sleep around the clock.
She said, “I’ll happily share in your entire life, as long as I as long have your love. I just want you to live. And my second wish is to live with you.”
She felt him draw a deep breath. “I won’t swear to the Umbral woman. I don’t know her or what her motives are. I could trust Otto, but I’d be tied to him all my life, always the baby brother. I want to swear to you.”
“I swear to love you forever. What else do I have to do?”
“Just accept my oath. Now, don’t let go of me!” He removed his hug and took hold of her hands instead; then he knelt down on… on nothing at all, but she was standing on nothing at all and looking down made her feel dizzy. “Madlenka, I swear by my immortal soul that I will never use my unnatural powers except to do things that you have given me permission to do, and I will never hurt you or threaten you in any way, and I will always defend you and keep you from harm, and I swear to God that I will keep this oath all the days of my life. That’s it, and all you have to do is accept my oath, which shall bind us unless and until I agree to let you transfer it to another cadger.”
“I so swear, and may God help me keep this oath all the days of my life.”
He stood up, still holding her hands. “Do I have your leave to return us to your chamber, cadger?”
“Yes, after one more kiss and… Mmmph!”
He was very good at kissing already. But then they were back in her room, in dim, wobbling candlelight.
They kissed again.
Eventually he muttered, “I must go to bed.”
He wasn’t exhausted beyond all reason. Their embrace was close enough that she could feel the signal.
“Anton may be here any minute.”
“He said he won’t sleep with you anymore.”
Joy! “Then into bed with you! Right over there, and right now. And sleep, my darling.” She would bolt the door.
“There’s something else we have to do…” he said vaguely.
“I’m willing!”
“Didn’t mean that.”
The door squeaked and Anton peered in. He opened it fully and stepped aside, admitting an ominous little figure in a black cassock and cloak; a jeweled cross hun g on his breast. His smile made Madlenka think of melting butter. Behind him came two tall men-at-arms bearing pikes.
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“Where to?”
His only answer was a smile.
Madlenka opened her mouth to scream “Fly! Go away! Don’t do what he says!” but not a sound emerged. Her tongue lay limp in her mouth.
Wulf glanced at her and shrugged hopelessly. “When I said ‘brief,’ I didn’t expect it to be quite this brief.” He did not try to kiss her in front of the priest. Without another word, he walked to the door. The intruders followed him out, and Anton closed it from the other side.
CHAPTER 29
On a dull winter morning, Madlenka could take two hours to complete her toilet. Today, she slipped on a better pair of shoes, coiled up her hair, wrapped it in a turban, pulled her fox fur cloak over her shoulders, and tore out the door, arriving at the solar out of breath but directly behind Anton. He turned in the entrance, frowning at her.
“I don’t think this involves you.”
“I am sure it does.” It was a real pleasure to contradict him.
“It may be dangerous. The Inquisition may draw the wrong conclusions.”
“I suspect it does so quite often,” she said with an airy confidence she certainly did not feel, “but I assure you that the Wulfgang problem now concerns me more than anyone. Shall we go in?”
She staged as regal an entrance as she could manage, nodding politely to Otto and Vlad and heading for an empty chair. There was a fourth person present, who was presented as Great-aunt Kristina, to be addressed as Justina. She was of advanced years, but well preserved. She wore a fine royal blue robe, which she had opened for comfort in the stuffy room, exposing a dowdy gray servant’s dress below it. Evidently the robe was the correct signal, for she did not rise to defer to a countess. In this company, it was a fair guess that Great-aunt Whoever was a Speaker and a member of the Saints guild that Wulf had mentioned.
Vlad rose and brought Madlenka a glass of wine, letting Anton take his chair. The big man would not normally defer to a younger brother like that, but Anton outranked all of them. And the youngest of all was a Speaker. If Vlad now saw himself as the junior brother, the big man’s self-esteem must be suffering, but he showed no sign of sulks. There was nothing small about Vlad.
“Wulfgang left with that priest,” Anton said glumly. “He put up no resistance. The four of them just walked out into the dressing room and vanished.”
The gloom spread as quietly as a stain. “Does anyone know who the priest was?” Madlenka asked. “Was he from the Inquisition? 3”
“The Inquisition usually sends friars, Dominicans or Franciscans,” Justina said, “but it is certainly possible. He was a Speaker.”
“Why did he come here first,” Otto asked, frowning, “instead of going directly to Wulfgang? Courtesy to Anton, as host?”
Courtesy did not sound like the Inquisition; but what other reason could there be?
“To warn me off, I think,” Justina said.
Madlenka suppressed a need to scream at the memory of Wulf’s despairing surrender. When no one else spoke, she did. “So what happens now?”
“We are waiting for the prelate of my order, the Saints. She was prepared to jess Wulfgang-bind him, that is. The time for that has passed, if he is in the hands of the Inquisition.”
“The time has passed because he is already jessed. To me.”
“What?” Great-aunt Justina could be very nearly as loud as Great-nephew Vlad. “Who told you the words of the jessing oath?”
