conduit? There are so many details to…”
Widdershins let the conversation drift away from her. She didn't need to hear the details and the discussions, the philosophy and the debate. It wouldn't mean anything to her anyway. Gently disentangling her hand from Robin's, she rose and wandered to the far side of the room, to stand stiffly before the shrine that she'd left standing in honor of the late Genevieve Marguilles.
She wasn't alone long, as she knew she wouldn't be. She heard the squeak-snap of a floorboard behind her, saw his shadow darken the white cross of Banin atop the stone.
“You're Adrienne Satti,” he said gruffly. It very clearly was
“That was the first night I ever saw you, Julien,” she whispered, hugging herself against a sudden chill.
“Saw…?”
“I was hiding in the rafters when the Guard showed up. Too afraid to come down, too afraid you wouldn't believe a word I had to say.”
“I don't know if we would have,” he admitted. “But…Gods, Shins, you should have said
“Nobody?” She turned, gazing up into his face. He was close, closer than she would have thought….“Not even you?”
“Widdershins…Adrienne…”
“Because, after all this, if
“Widdershins? Don't be stupid.”
Her jaw dropped.
“Of
“Wow.” She squeezed his hand in hers. (
“Not as much as you'd expect,” he said, sounding vaguely bemused.
“So…What now, Julien?”
She knew it was coming, saw it in his face the instant she asked. Something akin to terror ran its fingertips down her spine as he leaned in, and she was frozen, trying to decide which way to run, when his lips touched hers.
At which point all thought of running-at which point all
Where things might have gone from there, Widdershins had no notion-and, she realized with another surge of strangely delicious fear, didn't
“What?” she asked dreamily, her expression utterly unfocused. And then, with a quick blink, “Oh! Um…I, um…”
As Widdershins appeared to be too busy turning red to actually form a cogent sentence, Julien simply smiled, gave her hand a final squeeze, and moved to rejoin the others, all of whom were very palpably
Widdershins coughed once, ran her fingers through her hair (which didn't need brushing), told Olgun to shut up (though he wasn't saying anything), and, shoulders straight and chin jutting, strode over to the others.
Had she been less preoccupied with what had just happened, or with covering for what had just happened, or with the homicidal faerie haunting the city, she might have noted Renard grinding his teeth, or Robin's red-rimmed eyes-but odds were that even if she had, she'd never have correctly interpreted them.
“So,” she said, dropping into an empty chair and practically
“Um…” Igraine coughed delicately. “His Eminence and I have discussed the magic in question, and we're fairly certain that you
“Well, that makes things easier! I mean, I'm not sure that even two of me would be enough to take on Iruoch, but it's certainly-”
“There's also substantial risk,” Sicard interrupted, “that whoever linked with you would also suffer irreparable damage in the process. He'd be tapping into a divine power that wasn't intended for him. It's not inconceivable that it could cause the body to burn from the inside out, or become so stressed that even a small scratch could prove fatal.”
“Oh. Uh, that's less good, then.”
“It is.”
“Then what-”
“I'll do it,” Brother Ferrand said softly. Then, after giving the chorus of objections and protests a moment to subside, he continued, “I'm aware of the risks I'm taking. But you must understand, I've been part of this from the beginning. I aided His Eminence in his efforts. If there is any blame to be had for calling Iruoch to Davillon, I share in it. Bishop Sicard must cast the spell; he cannot be a part of it. I can.”
“Ferrand,” Sicard said, “are you certain?” He sounded as though he might cry again.
“I am, Your Eminence. I
Sicard bowed his head. Widdershins felt a gentle waft of sorrow from Olgun. “It won't be your fault,” she assured him. “All of which is well and good,” she continued more loudly, with a brief smile of respect to the monk, “but it's not sufficient. As I was saying, even two people who can do what I can do may well not be enough. We need more.”
“I can only link people in pairs,” Sicard said. “If we had others with your abilities-or even others who were more highly skilled than we are-I could work with that, but I cannot join more than one person to you.”
“Can we just overwhelm the creature?” Constable Sorelle asked. “I saw him take injury from a pistol, if only briefly. If we were to gather enough Guardsmen-or even Guardsmen and Finders together…”
Igraine and Sicard both shook their heads. “If Iruoch is drawn to emotion, as we believe,” the priestess said, “then he's certain to sense people's presence, however well hidden. If he feels there are enough of us to threaten him, he'll simply wait for a more opportune time. We have to keep the group small. Major Bouniard, have you any particularly skilled fighters in the Guard? Anyone whose presence might make a difference?”
Julien frowned. “My men and women are good, no doubt, but…Well, none that are so dramatically more skilled than myself that they'd tip the balance.” He shrugged. “Guards have to fight, but it's not
“I know who we need,” Robin told them weakly. “So do you.”
Widdershins, at least, did Robin the courtesy of not pretending any confusion as to whom she meant.
“Are you
“Can you tell me I'm wrong?” Robin asked.
“Yes! Yes, I can. You're wrong! You're
“Um, what are we talking about, here?” Sicard asked mildly. The two young women ignored him, if they even heard him at all.
“I'm not,” Robin said, “and you know it.”
“Robin…” Widdershins stood and put her hands on the younger girl's shoulders. “He's our