Gene Of Isis Part 9

Mr Devere read my train of thought from my expression. 'I didn't want you being left dest.i.tute by this sad turn of events,' he argued.

'Why should that be a concern of yours?' I protested his interference in my private life.

'Because, if you will not consider me as a husband, you might at least come to consider me as a friend,' he replied forthrightly.

'You would be content just to be my friend?' I didn't think so. No t.i.tle would come from just a friendship.

'No,' he said frankly, 'but I shall thankfully accept any role in your life where you will actually acknowledge my existence.' He almost flinched as he awaited a scathing response.

I could have lashed out and pretended to find insult in his straightforward manner, but the truth was I appreciated his forthrightness. 'I know I have been very unfair on you, Mr Devere, but ever since my coming out, all I have heard from everyone around me is "marry Mr Devere"! I am sure that I could walk out on the street and ask any pa.s.ser-by, who should I marry? And they would answer-'

'Mr Devere,' he concluded with a smile, completely in sympathy with my reasoning. 'It couldn't perhaps mean that it is the right thing to do?'

'How could it be?' I retorted, 'when you are everything in a husband that would cause me bother.'

'Really?' He chuckled, as if he couldn't imagine what was so unacceptable about him. 'Do tell.'

'Well, to begin with you are a social creature, and I long for a reclusive life of study. You are a gentleman with a l.u.s.t to be a lord, which will tie you to England, and I have a l.u.s.t for travel. And finally...you are altogether far too handsome. I would be forever fending off mistresses.'

Mr Devere smiled broadly, acknowledging that I thought him handsome. Now I was flirting with him-how did that happen?

'How is this plan then? We marry, spend our honeymoon with my brother and sister, and your brother and sister, at the Devere chateau in Northern France. Then we could leave them and use my yearly inheritance to do some extensive travel. We could return to England whenever your father eventually dies and leaves us your estate, at which time we could deal with the lordship situation.'

I was dazed, and I couldn't work out if he was serious or not. I'd never bothered finding out what his intentions were. 'That is a really good plan,' I credited, to see what he'd say.

'You would find those terms acceptable?' Now he was trying to clarify if we were still jesting.

'Would you find those terms acceptable, Mr Devere?' I threw the ball back in his court.

'I cannot possibly imagine a more agreeable arrangement,' he a.s.sured me, never fearful to expose his true feelings, and I knew they were were his true feelings as his light-body was very lovely to behold and free from blemish. 'You see, Miss Granville, although I do not have Lord Hereford's experience with travel, I am very eager to experience travel for myself.' his true feelings as his light-body was very lovely to behold and free from blemish. 'You see, Miss Granville, although I do not have Lord Hereford's experience with travel, I am very eager to experience travel for myself.'

The stunned smirk on my face must have said it all. 'I feel it is too much to be widowed and then engaged again in the same day.' I explained my reluctance to admit that what he proposed was a dream come true. 'May I have a little time to digest this conversation?'

'Of course.' He seemed satisfied and yet reluctant to leave. 'And tomorrow when you see me, will you be distant once more?'

I had barely noticed that all through our dialogue we had been inching closer to one another-now we were very close indeed. The firelight ignited the look of longing on his face as it neared my own.

Our lips met only briefly but my senses were still racing for hours after the event.

I lay in bed that night with myriad conflicting emotions all fighting for precedence and after being tossed from excitement to grief, to guilt, to pain and back to that kiss, I was so exhausted that I slept.

'Wake up, Ashlee...is it true?' I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was Susan, and she was really excited about something.

I didn't want to wake. I was in a warm place with Mr Devere, and I was coming to his rescue. I was wearing men's clothes and wielding a sword. I had defeated his captors and he was just about to kiss me in appreciation for saving his life.

'Ashlee!' The way Susan was shaking me took me back to our childhood. 'Wake up!'

'I'm being kissed, go away,' I mumbled, as Susan was well used to my elaborate dreams.

'And by whom are you being kissed?' she asked.

My eyes burst open and I sat bolt upright with a gasp.

'So it is true,' she deduced from the look on my face, and she seemed frightfully pleased about it.

'How fickle does that make me?' I grabbed my head, as it struggled to catch up with the way my world had spun around completely in one day. 'How do you know about it?' I was suddenly horrified that Mr Devere might have let a rumour slip.

'He hasn't told anyone anything,' Susan rea.s.sured me. 'It's just that when he returned to the ball last night he appeared to be quite a different man than he has been these last few weeks.'

I smiled. 'Different, how?'

'He seemed like a man in love, and not a lover scorned.' Susan giggled as she observed my broad smile. 'Come to mention it, so do you.'

I shied from the comment and climbed out of bed. 'This is all a bit sudden.'

'Well, the wedding is only weeks away, and it would be just as easy to have a triple as a double ceremony.' Susan was excited although she was trying very hard to repress it and not pressure me. 'Oh, do come with us to France, Ashlee...we could have such fun and adventures. It would be just like one of your stories!'

'Yes, it would.' I smiled at the comparison. 'But...'

Was it because I had heard it stated that I was destined to marry Mr Devere that I was fighting the event so hard, or was it because I knew this would be a lifetime commitment and no short-term affair?

'So much has happened. I need time to catch my breath,' I replied sensibly. 'I should like to see my first intended buried before I think about taking another.'

'I'm sorry.' Susan could not share my grief. She was having the time of her life and was finding it difficult to relate to my feelings. 'I just want everyone to be as happy as I am which is not really fair of me in your case.'

'I am happier than I was yesterday.' I returned to the bed and took hold of her hands. I had no desire to bring her down from heaven. 'I'll tell you a little secret about Mr Devere, which you must swear upon my honour you will not divulge.'

Her blue eyes grew wide and she nodded in encouragement. 'I swear.' She squeezed my hands tighter.

'He kissed me.'

'No!' She placed both hands to her mouth to smother her shock and delight.

'Just a little one.' I held my thumb and first finger almost together. 'It was ever so innocently delivered, and quite brilliant really.'

Susan had given up on covering her shock. 'I haven't even been kissed yet, except on the cheek in public, and that doesn't really const.i.tute a kiss. kiss. Where did it happen? In the lower drawing room? Yes, it was a very cosy arrangement when we arrived home. Did you find it so?' Where did it happen? In the lower drawing room? Yes, it was a very cosy arrangement when we arrived home. Did you find it so?'

I nodded and dwelt on the moment fondly. 'He wants to take me travelling.'

'I know.'

Susan's reply startled me from my memory. 'You knew! Why didn't you tell me?'

'Mr Devere wanted to tell you himself, but you wouldn't give him the chance.'

That explained why Susan was always promoting his suit to me. 'I fear the smart thing to do is just surrender to the will of the universe.'

Everyone seemed to agree it was the wisest thing for me to do.

I do not think that would be the wisest course. Albray had changed his tune when I spoke to him in my room as I ate breakfast. Albray had changed his tune when I spoke to him in my room as I ate breakfast.

'But yesterday you said I should speak with Mr Devere about the travel?'

You asked for the quickest way to guarantee travel was in your future, he pointed out. This he pointed out. This is not the only way, or the best way, if you choose it because you feel it is your only option. is not the only way, or the best way, if you choose it because you feel it is your only option.

'I would be safer travelling with with a husband,' I reasoned. 'He can make all my travel plans with no questions asked.' a husband,' I reasoned. 'He can make all my travel plans with no questions asked.'

And the price of that ticket is your love. Albray spoke frankly. Albray spoke frankly. Are you prepared to wear that cost? Are you prepared to wear that cost?

For a moment I thought my knight was talking sense, but then he added: If it is only security you seek, I can award you that. If it is only security you seek, I can award you that.

He was asking me, in no uncertain terms, if I loved Mr Devere? 'He is as pleasing as any young man.' I smiled at Albray who was older than Mr Devere by at least ten years. 'And our marriage would serve to get my father and everyone else off my back so that we might get some serious study done.'

You don't think that being a wife is going to be a distraction to your study?

I was beginning to wish I had never brought Albray into my personal affairs. 'What other choice do I have?'

The red book, he said. I he said. I suspect it contains many secrets. suspect it contains many secrets.

My heart skipped a beat. If Albray was psychically linked with me then he knew about the vial. 'Do you know what it contains?'

It is the key ingredient in the Bread of Life. It is 0 = (+1)+(-1).

I was frowning. 'That is a riddle not a sum. When applied to physical matter it's an impossible equation. You can't add a negative one to one and be left with nothing. You'll always have the one.'

Unless? he prompted. he prompted.

'Unless nothing, it can't be done,' I insisted. He grinned and shook his head as if disappointed by my lack of vision.

The only way to turn something into nothing, in a material sense, is to transmit that something to another dimension and make it disappear completely from the mundane environment.

'A transformation of matter.' I caught his meaning. 'Something like digestion or incineration?'

Albray nodded.

Moments later I had unlocked the red book and held the vial of glowing substance in my hands.

Actually, the substance is affected by heat in a very interesting way. Do you want to see how the Egyptians built the pyramids? Albray piqued my curiosity, and pointed to a footstool. Albray piqued my curiosity, and pointed to a footstool. Place that in front of the fire. We'll pretend that the heat of the fire is the hot Egyptian sun. Take the stopper from the vial and run it quickly along the top of the stool, and keep your thumb over the mouth of the vial until you replace the stopper. Place that in front of the fire. We'll pretend that the heat of the fire is the hot Egyptian sun. Take the stopper from the vial and run it quickly along the top of the stool, and keep your thumb over the mouth of the vial until you replace the stopper.

'Does the powder have a bad reaction to air?' I wondered about the safety precautions as I followed them with care.

Watch, he suggested, as I replaced the stopper and found a few particles stuck to the back of my thumb. The tiny particles floated upwards off my finger. 'This substance defies gravity.' My hand seemed to feel lighter, then I saw that the footstool had begun to rise off the floor. 'Oh, my G.o.d.' I couldn't believe it. The tiny particles of light floated above the footstool, towing it into the air. 'And heat accelerates the properties of this substance?' he suggested, as I replaced the stopper and found a few particles stuck to the back of my thumb. The tiny particles floated upwards off my finger. 'This substance defies gravity.' My hand seemed to feel lighter, then I saw that the footstool had begun to rise off the floor. 'Oh, my G.o.d.' I couldn't believe it. The tiny particles of light floated above the footstool, towing it into the air. 'And heat accelerates the properties of this substance?'

Indeed. Under extreme heat, this substance sends the particles of anything it is attached to into a highward spin state until they achieve perfect unity and transcend the physical realm . .. when cooled again, they will return the object to its place of origin.

My eyes were fixed on the floating footstool as I plucked a particle from the air and, placing it on my tongue, I closed my eyes.

White sand beneath the sandals on my feet. Hot sun above and large pillars ahead supporting the entrance to a mighty dwelling. Dark, straight hair, darker than Susan's, swept across my face. This was not prophecy; it was past or future life memory! With that thought, the vision departed.

I placed the precious vial back in its case.

'Tell me, Albray, how is it you know so much about this substance?' I put my wonder aside for a moment. I realised I didn't know anything about my otherworldly ally.

I have escorted that vial to safekeeping before. He became rather mysterious. He became rather mysterious. It was one of two vials. This one contains the life-body, and the other the life-blood, of G.o.ds. Together they are known as Star-Fire...you hold the Star in your hand. It was one of two vials. This one contains the life-body, and the other the life-blood, of G.o.ds. Together they are known as Star-Fire...you hold the Star in your hand.

'And from where did it originate?'

During the Albigensian Crusade, my oath to the Prieure de Sion-the branch of the Temple knights to which I belonged-bound me to escort the Star-Fire safely out of France and back to where it belonged. When I I last saw that vial, I was on a mountain in the Holy Land. last saw that vial, I was on a mountain in the Holy Land. He seemed to be rather saddened by the fact. He seemed to be rather saddened by the fact.

'Serabit el-Khadim.' I named the place I suspected.

He knew Douglas had told me about the sacred site. Yes. Yes.

'Do you think Mr Hamilton intended for me to return this vial there?' My breath caught in my chest, as the revelation constricted my heart with excitement.

Yes.

'And you are here to guide me.' If there was one thing I knew about the Order of knights to which Albray belonged, it was that they knew the way to the Holy Land better than anyone.

I am a guardian of Star-Fire, its order and its bloodline. He bowed, at my service. He bowed, at my service.

'But I still don't see how this vial grants me an alternative pa.s.sage to the Continent?' I came back to the question at hand.

You were the one that gave me the answer. Albray referred me back to the vial's housing. Albray referred me back to the vial's housing. Such a big case for such a small vial, don't you think? Such a big case for such a small vial, don't you think?

'A hidden section then?' My fingers traced the edge of the padded velvet surface in which the vial lay, until I felt a hard section and pushed down, whereupon the tray lifted to expose a compartment. I was amazed to see the contents. 'Money, in many currencies; jewels; a bottle of insect repellent; a map to the mountain of the Star-Fire's origin.'

Well, I think that confirms Douglas' intentions, don't you?

I looked at Albray, a huge smile on my face. 'I have a mission.'

Having been something of an adventurer himself, Albray was excited for me. Yes, you surely do. Yes, you surely do.