A Discovery Of Witches Part 34

The Moon Queen held a star in one outstretched palm. "From the depths of the water I cried out to you, and from the depths of the earth I will call to those who pa.s.s by me," "From the depths of the water I cried out to you, and from the depths of the earth I will call to those who pa.s.s by me," I continued. I continued. "Watch for me. See me. And if you find another who is like me, I will give him the morning star." "Watch for me. See me. And if you find another who is like me, I will give him the morning star." My lips formed the words, and Bourgot's illumination bought the text to life in the Moon Queen's expression that showed both her fear of rejection and her shy pride. My lips formed the words, and Bourgot's illumination bought the text to life in the Moon Queen's expression that showed both her fear of rejection and her shy pride.

The second unique illumination came on the next page and accompanied the words spoken by the male principle, the golden Sun King. The hair on my neck rose at Bourgot's depiction of a heavy stone sarcophagus, its lid open just enough to reveal a golden body lying within. The king's eyes were closed peacefully, and there was a look of hope on his face as if he were dreaming of his release. "I will rise now and go about the city. In its streets I will seek out a pure woman to marry," "I will rise now and go about the city. In its streets I will seek out a pure woman to marry," I read, I read, "her face beautiful, her body more beautiful, her raiment most beautiful. She will roll away the stone from the entrance of my tomb and give me the wings of a dove so that I might fly with her to the heavens to live forever and be at rest." "her face beautiful, her body more beautiful, her raiment most beautiful. She will roll away the stone from the entrance of my tomb and give me the wings of a dove so that I might fly with her to the heavens to live forever and be at rest." The pa.s.sage reminded me of Matthew's badge from Bethany and Lazarus's tiny silver coffin. I reached for the Bible. The pa.s.sage reminded me of Matthew's badge from Bethany and Lazarus's tiny silver coffin. I reached for the Bible.

"Mark 16, Psalms 55, and Deuteronomy 32, verse 40." Matthew's voice cut through the quiet, spouting references like an automated biblical concordance.

"How did you know what I was reading?" I twisted in my chair to get a better view of him.

"Your lips were moving," he replied, staring fixedly at his computer screen, his fingers clattering on the keys.

Pressing my lips together I returned to the text. The author had drawn on every biblical pa.s.sage that fit the alchemical story of death and creation, paraphrasing and cobbling them together. I pulled the Bible across the desk. It was bound in black leather and a gold cross adorned the cover. Opening it to the Gospel of Mark, I scanned chapter 16. There it was, Mark 16:3, "And they said one to another: Who shall roll us back the stone from the door of the sepulchre?" "And they said one to another: Who shall roll us back the stone from the door of the sepulchre?"

"Find it?" Matthew inquired mildly.

"Yes."

"Good."

The room grew silent once more.

"Where's the verse about the morning star?" Sometimes my pagan background was a serious professional liability.

"Revelation 2, verse 28."

"Thank you."

"My pleasure." A smothered laugh came from the other desk. I bent my head to the ma.n.u.script and ignored it.

After two hours of reading tiny, Gothic handwriting and searching for corresponding biblical references, I was more than ready to go riding when Matthew suggested it was time for a break. As an added bonus, he promised to tell me over lunch how he knew the seventeenth-century physiologist William Harvey.

"It's not a very interesting story," Matthew had protested.

"Maybe not to you. But to a historian of science? It's the closest thing I'll get to meeting the man who figured out that the heart is a pump."

We hadn't seen the sun since we'd arrived at Sept-Tours, but neither of us minded. Matthew seemed more relaxed, and I was surprisingly happy to be out of Oxford. Gillian's threats, the picture of my parents, even Peter Knox-they all receded with each hour that pa.s.sed.

As we walked out into the gardens, Matthew chatted animatedly about a problem at work that involved a missing strand of something that should have been present in a blood sample but wasn't. He sketched out a chromosome in the air in an effort to explain, pointing to the offending area, and I nodded even though what was at stake remained mysterious. The words continued to roll out of his mouth, and he put an arm around my shoulder, drawing me close.

We rounded a line of hedges. A man in black stood outside the gate we'd pa.s.sed through yesterday on our ride. The way he leaned against a chestnut tree, with the elegance of a leopard on the prowl, suggested he was a vampire.

Matthew scooped me behind him.

The man pulled himself gracefully away from the tree's rough trunk and strolled toward us. The fact that he was a vampire was now confirmed by his unnaturally white skin and huge, dark eyes, emphasized by his black leather jacket, jeans, and boots. This vampire didn't care who knew he was different. His wolfish expression was the only imperfection in an otherwise angelic face, with symmetrical features and dark hair worn curling low onto his collar. He was smaller and slighter than Matthew, but the power he exuded was undeniable. His eyes sent coldness deep under my skin, where it spread like a stain.

"Domenico," Matthew said calmly, though his voice was louder than usual.

"Matthew." The glance the vampire turned on Matthew was full of hate.

"It's been years." Matthew's casual tone suggested that the vampire's sudden appearance was an everyday occurrence.

Domenico looked thoughtful. "When was that? In Ferrara? We were both fighting the pope-though for different reasons, as I remember. I was trying to save Venice. You were trying to save the Templars."

Matthew nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on the other vampire. "I think you must be right."

"After that, my friend, you seemed to disappear. We shared so many adventures in our youth: on the seas, in the Holy Land. Venice was always full of amus.e.m.e.nts for a vampire such as you, Matthew." Domenico shook his head in apparent sorrow. The vampire inside the chateau gate did look Venetian-or like some unholy cross between an angel and a devil. "Why did you not come and visit me when you pa.s.sed between France and one of your other haunts?"

"If I caused offense, Domenico, it was surely too long ago to be of any concern to us now."

"Perhaps, but one thing hasn't changed in all these years. Whenever there's a crisis, there's a de Clermont nearby." He turned to me, and something avaricious bloomed on his face. "This must be the witch I've heard so much about."

"Diana, go back to the house," Matthew said sharply.

The sense of danger was palpable, and I hesitated, not wanting to leave him alone.

"Go," he said again, his voice as keen edged as a sword.

Our vampire visitor spotted something over my shoulder and smiled. An icy breeze brushed past me and a cold, hard arm linked through mine.

"Domenico," chimed Ysabeau's musical voice. "What an unexpected visit."

He bowed formally. "My lady, it is a pleasure to see you in such good health. How did you know I was here?"

"I smelled you," Ysabeau said contemptuously. "You come here, to my house, uninvited. What would your mother say if she knew you behaved in such a fashion?"

"If my mother was still alive, we could ask her," Domenico said with barely concealed savagery.

"Maman, take Diana back to the house." take Diana back to the house."

"Of course, Matthew. We will leave the two of you to talk." Ysabeau turned, tugging me along with her.

"I'll be gone more quickly if you let me deliver my message," Domenico warned. "If I have to come back, I won't be alone. Today's visit was a courtesy to you, Ysabeau."

"She doesn't have the book," Matthew said sharply.

"I'm not here about the witches' d.a.m.ned book, Matthew. Let them keep it. I've come from the Congregation."

Ysabeau exhaled, soft and long, as if she'd been holding her breath for days. A question burbled to my lips, but she silenced it with a warning look.

"Well done, Domenico. I'm surprised you have the time to call on old friends, with all your new responsibilities." Matthew's voice was scornful. "Why is the Congregation wasting time paying official visits on the de Clermont family when there are vampires leaving bloodless corpses all over Europe for humans to find?"

"It's not forbidden for vampires to feed on humans-though the carelessness is regrettable. As you know, death follows vampires wherever we go." Domenico shrugged off the brutality, and I shivered at his casual disregard for frail, warmblooded life. "But the covenant clearly forbids any liaison between a vampire and a witch."

I turned and stared at Domenico. "What did you say?" did you say?"

"She can speak!" Domenico clasped his hands in mock delight. "Why not let the witch take part in this conversation?"

Matthew reached around and drew me forward. Ysabeau remained entwined through my other arm. We stood in a short, tight line of vampire, witch, and vampire.

"Diana Bishop." Domenico bowed low. "It's an honor to meet a witch of such ancient, distinguished lineage. So few of the old families are still with us." Every word he uttered-no matter how formally phrased-sounded like a threat.

"Who are you?" I asked. "And why are you concerned with whom I spend time?"

The Venetian looked at me with interest before his head fell back and he howled with laughter. "They said you were argumentative like your father, but I didn't believe them."

My fingers tingled slightly, and Ysabeau's arm grew fractionally tighter.

"Have I made your witch angry?" Domenico's eyes were fixed on Ysabeau's arm.

"Say what you came to say and get off our land." Matthew's voice was entirely conversational.

"My name is Domenico Michele. I have known Matthew since I was reborn, and Ysabeau nearly as long. I know neither of them so well as I knew the lovely Louisa, of course. But we should not speak lightly of the dead." The Venetian crossed himself piously.

"You should try not to speak of my sister at all." Matthew sounded calm, but Ysabeau looked murderous, her lips white.

"You still haven't answered my question," I said, drawing Domenico's attention once more.

The Venetian's eyes glittered with frank appraisal.

"Diana," Matthew said, unable to stop the rumble in his throat. It was as close as he'd ever been to growling at me. Marthe came out of the kitchens, a look of alarm on her face.

"She is more fiery than most of her kind, I see. Is that why you're risking everything to keep her with you? Does she amuse you? Or do you intend to feed on her until you get bored and then discard her, as you have with other warmbloods?"

Matthew's hands strayed to Lazarus's coffin, evident only as a b.u.mp under his sweater. He hadn't touched it since we'd arrived in Sept-Tours.

Domenico's keen eyes noticed the gesture, too, and his answering smile was vindictive. "Feeling guilty?"

Furious at the way Domenico was baiting Matthew, I opened my mouth to speak.

"Diana, go back to the house immediately." Matthew's tone suggested that we would have a serious, unpleasant talk later. He pushed me slightly in Ysabeau's direction and put himself even more squarely between his mother, me, and the dark Venetian. By that time Marthe was nearby, her arms crossed over her st.u.r.dy body in a striking imitation of Matthew.

"Not before the witch hears what I have to say. I have come to serve you with a warning, Diana Bishop. Relationships between witches and vampires are forbidden. You must leave this house and no longer a.s.sociate with Matthew de Clermont or any of his family. If you don't, the Congregation will take whatever steps are necessary to preserve the covenant."

"I don't know your Congregation, and I agreed to no such covenant," I said, still furious. "Besides, covenants aren't enforceable. They're voluntary."

"Are you a lawyer as well as a historian? You modern women with your fine educations are so fascinating. But women are no good at theology," Domenico continued sorrowfully, "which is why we never thought it worth educating you in the first place. Do you think we adhered to the ideas of that heretic Calvin when we made these promises to one another? When the covenant was sworn, it bound all vampires, daemons, and witches-past, present, and future. This is not a path you can follow or not as you please."

"You've delivered your warning, Domenico," Matthew said in a voice like silk.

"That's all I have to say to the witch," the Venetian replied. "I have more to say to you."

"Then Diana will return to the house. Get her out of here, Maman, Maman," he said tersely.

This time his mother did what he asked immediately, and Marthe followed. "Don't," Ysabeau hissed when I turned to look back at Matthew.

"Where did that thing come from?" Marthe asked once we were safely inside.

"From h.e.l.l, presumably," said Ysabeau. She touched my face briefly with her fingertips, drawing them back hastily when they met the warmth of my angry cheeks. "You are brave, girl, but what you did was reckless. You are not a vampire. Do not put yourself at risk by arguing with Domenico or any of his allies. Stay away from them."

Ysabeau gave me no time to respond, speeding me through the kitchens, the dining room, the salon, and into the great hall. Finally she towed me toward the arch that led to the keep's most formidable tower. My calves seized up at the thought of the climb.

"We must," she insisted. "Matthew will be looking for us there."

Fear and anger propelled me halfway up the stairs. The second half I conquered through sheer determination. Lifting my feet from the final tread, I found myself on a flat roof with a view for miles in every direction. A faint breeze blew, loosening my braided hair and coaxing the mist around me.

Ysabeau moved swiftly to a pole that extended another dozen feet into the sky. She raised a forked black banner adorned with a silver ouroboros. It unfurled in the gloomy light, the snake holding its shimmering tail in its mouth. I ran to the far side of the crenellated walls, and Domenico looked up.

Moments later a similar banner rose over the top of a building in the village and a bell began to toll. Men and women slowly came out of houses, bars, shops, and offices, their faces turned toward Sept-Tours, where the ancient symbol of eternity and rebirth snapped in the wind. I looked at Ysabeau, my question evident on my face.

"Our family's emblem, and a warning to the village to be on their guard," she explained. "We fly the banner only when others are with us. The villagers have grown too accustomed to living among vampires, and though they have nothing to fear from us, we have kept it for times such as this. The world is full of vampires who cannot be trusted, Diana. Domenico Michele is one of them."

"You didn't need to tell me that. Who the h.e.l.l is he?"

"One of Matthew's oldest friends," Ysabeau murmured, eyes on her son, "which makes him a very dangerous enemy."

My attention turned to Matthew, who continued to exchange words with Domenico across a precisely drawn zone of engagement. There was a blur of black and gray movement, and the Venetian hurtled backward toward the chestnut tree he'd been leaning against when we first spotted him. A loud crack carried across the grounds.

"Well done," Ysabeau muttered.

"Where's Marthe?" I looked over my shoulder toward the stairs.

"In the hall. Just in case." Ysabeau's keen eyes remained fixed on her son.

"Would Domenico really come in here and rip my throat open?"

Ysabeau turned her black, glittering gaze on me. "That would be all too easy, my dear. He would play with you first. He always plays with his prey. And Domenico loves an audience."

I swallowed hard. "I'm capable of taking care of myself."

"You are, if you have as much power as Matthew believes. Witches are very good at protecting themselves, I've found, with a little effort and a drop of courage," Ysabeau said.

"What is this Congregation that Domenico mentioned?" I asked.

"A council of nine-three from each order of daemons, witches, and vampires. It was established during the Crusades to keep us from being exposed to the humans. We were careless and became too involved in their politics and other forms of insanity." Ysabeau's voice was bitter. "Ambition, pride, and grasping creatures like Michele who were never content with their lot in life and always wanted more-they drove us to the covenant."

"And you agreed to certain conditions?" It was ludicrous to think that promises made by creatures in the Middle Ages could affect Matthew and me.

Ysabeau nodded, the breeze catching a few strands of her heavy, honeyed hair and moving them around her face. "When we mixed with one another, we were too conspicuous. When we became involved in human affairs, they grew suspicious of our cleverness. They are not quick, the poor creatures, but they are not entirely stupid either."

"By 'mixing,' you don't mean dinners and dancing."

"No dinners, no dancing-and no kissing and singing songs to each other," Ysabeau said pointedly. "And what comes after the dancing and the kissing was forbidden as well. We were full of arrogance before we agreed to the covenant. There were more of us, and we'd become accustomed to taking whatever we wanted, no matter the cost."

"What else does this promise cover?"

"No politics or religion. Too many princes and popes were otherworldly creatures. It became more difficult to pa.s.s from one life to the next once humans started writing their chronicles." Ysabeau shuddered. "Vampires found it difficult to feign a good death and move on to a new life with humans nosing around."

I glanced quickly at Matthew and Domenico, but they were still talking outside the chateau's walls. "So," I repeated, ticking items off my fingers. "No mixing between different types of creatures. No careers in human politics or religion. Anything else?" Apparently my aunt's xenophobia and fierce opposition to my studying the law derived from her imperfect understanding of this long-ago agreement.

"Yes. If any creature breaks the covenant, it is the responsibility of the Congregation to see that the misconduct is stopped and the oath is upheld."