Perfect Shadows Part 18

The next night found me back in the Tower. I detached myself from the shadows near the door and crossed Southampton's prison room. The guests that had thronged there earlier had drifted away, and Hal, sitting alone at his table, his forehead resting on his hands, startled as my cool fingers touched his temples, ma.s.saging and soothing away the headache I suspected was throbbing there.

"You are reckless, Kit. You shouldn't have come," Hal began, leaning his head back against me, and letting his hands fall laxly into his lap.

"That is most likely true," I agreed, tugging at the strings holding Hal's collar, and tossing it to the table. Hal shrugged out of his doublet and slung it into the corner, sighing as my hands went to work on the knotted muscles in his neck and shoulders. "A full half of your guests here tonight were Cecil's spies, and I do not imagine that I escaped the notice of one of them, let alone all. Diabolus will know within the hour, and the Queen within the day, no doubt. But we have tonight, or at least an hour of it."

"And just how do you propose to leave? The door is bolted. What will you do, call a guard and ask to be let out?"

"If necessary, yes. I have a . . . friend among the guards," I answered easily, smiling slightly at the thought of the handsome young man.

"I hate this!" Hal burst out. "I begin to think that Robin was the more fortunate, after all. Every time that bolt is shot, it is as if a part of me dies." He indicated the comfortably furnished room. "This is still prison, and all the sharper when visitors go and I must stop. And the queen, every time she pa.s.ses between Richmond and Whitehall, has the cannon fired in salute and mocks my captivity with a fanfare! I think I shall go mad!" He rose and faced me, as if to emphasize the change of subject. "Did you know that Libby is pregnant?"

"I had heard, yes."

"Mine, or yours?" Hal's eyes glittered and his fists clenched, as I took a step backward.

"What, Hal? Horn-mad at last?" My tone was easy, but I tensed and stood lightly, ready to take action if necessary. "The child is most unlikely to be mine," I continued. "I am unlikely to father a child, or so I am told," I said, relaxing somewhat as Hal settled back onto the stool, his back to the table.

"Mad, at least, so why not horn-mad?" Hal muttered, then smiled sheepishly up at me. "It was Harry Percy asked if I was certain of my children's father. I should have known that it was naught but spite and malice. What ever did you do to him?"

"He did me a great wrong once, and has never forgiven me for it," I said. "I did not expect him to drag you into the middle of our enmity, although it seems an obvious enough ploy, after all." I considered a moment, then grinned. "But I didn't come here to discuss the likes of Harry Percy, I a.s.sure you!" I reached for him and we tumbled together onto his bed.

The sound of the bolt being shot back roused me from the languorous aftermath of lovemaking and feeding. Hal mumbled, reluctant to stir. I had just enough time to straighten my clothing before Cecil stepped into the room. "You should not have spurned me, when I told you there were stronger foundations than trust. Now, your grace," he said, quietly, "now I have you." He motioned to the guards behind him, and they flanked me while Cecil led the way. I glanced back over my shoulder to Hal's pale, troubled face. I shrugged, and though he answered my defiant grin with one of his own, it never reached his eyes.

Geoffrey awaited us in the small room that served as Cecil's office at the Tower. I stood absolutely still just within the door, not meeting his eyes, while Cecil crossed to his desk. He dismissed the guards, then took a paper from a stack and handed it to Geoffrey. Geoffrey advanced on me, his expression one of cold, controlled, fury. "You will sign this, Krytof," he told me, his voice edged with contempt.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It is a admission that you are a sodomite, a blasphemer, a contemner and an atheist. You will make your mark and affix your seal. My lord Cecil and I shall witness you. He will keep this safe, and you will leave England for a period of-what is your will, my lord?"

"Seven years, I think, will be sufficient."

"Just so. If you return to England before that time, this will be used to condemn you, and I will not lift a finger to stop it. If you refuse to obey me of your own will, you must be made to obey. Do I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly," I said woodenly. Cecil dipped a pen and I crossed to the table to draw a rather shaky K, then press my signet into the small puddle of wax he obligingly poured for me. When the wax cooled, he folded the page and put it with a handful of others, locked safely away in a small bra.s.sbound casket. "My lord, please, may I say goodbye to Southampton?" I had to see Hal once more, I had to.

"No."

"It would make my sudden departure seem less suspicious." He looked at me quizzically. "Not connected with you, I mean," I gabbled and rushed on, a plan forming almost as I spoke the words. "We could stage a quarrel." He thought about it and glanced at Geoffrey, who nodded slowly. The guards were summoned and told to escort me back to the earl's cell.

Hal was pacing when I entered, and sank down on the chest that served him as both wardrobe and settle. I told him briefly what had occurred, and my hasty plan. He nodded, and I joined him on the chest-after all, it would look suspicious to begin a quarrel immediately. About a quarter-hour pa.s.sed most pleasantly, and then we deemed it time to begin.

"I care not, you barbarian! Prince indeed! Prince of savages! Prince of churls!" Hal snorted.

Our angry voices roused the guards outside from their semi stupor. The bolt shot back and the press behind him pushed the foremost man into the room in spite of himself. We had squared off, apparently not caring who heard our quarrel.

"My family was n.o.bly born when folk on this island were still painting themselves blue and baying at the moon!" I snapped back, and taking the cue, Hal yowled and threw himself into an attack. I caught him in mid-flight, keeping him from what could have been a painful fall, and we engaged in a short but enjoyable scuffle before the stunned guards separated us.

"Get you to h.e.l.l!" Hal screamed after us.

"I'll look for you there," I retorted over my shoulder, as they hustled me down the corridor, and to the gate where Geoffrey awaited my arrival. The long ride to Chelsey was made in total silence. The queen was waiting for me. I slipped through the palace corridors as silently and unmarked as any ghost, fingering the ring that had summoned me. The weather, after the first teasing hint of spring, was bitter; even my chill vampire's breath left its traces in the air. I found the room I was looking for and pushed the heavy door open, almost colliding with Cecil as he had turned to go. He followed me back into the room. The Queen's gaze, icy as the draughts that rippled the hangings on the walls, met mine, then his. "You have our leave, my lord," she said. "I must have speech in private."

"That would be most unwise, your Majesty."

"Do not think to school me, little man, at this late hour! I said go!" He fled then, stating that he would be awaiting me without.

Elizabeth sat perched on cushions in front of the fire that burned sullenly on the great hearth. She relaxed when she saw me, and patted the pillow beside her. She grinned at me, hiding her blackened teeth behind her hand. "I am happy that you came to me, cousin," she went on. "I had feared that you would not."

I raised the hand bearing the summoning ring. "How not, when you send me this. Whatever my faults may be, ingrat.i.tude is not among them, your Majesty."

She nodded thoughtfully. "And yet you have visited with the Earl of Southampton in the Tower, against both my wishes and my express command. How is that?" Her tone was cold and remote.

"I had some matters to discuss with him, your Majesty, that I could commit neither to paper nor to emissary."

"I trust than that the outcome was amicable?" Her eyes glittered with ruthless amus.e.m.e.nt, telling me that she knew the answer even before I spoke.

"No, your Majesty, it was not. We quarreled, and he requested that I betake myself to h.e.l.l. I will not trouble him again, I think," I said levelly. "But why have you recalled me? Not to inquire into my friendships, nor yet, I think, to chide me for disobedience." Her eyes narrowed and she studied me for a moment before replying, her restless fingers picking at the embroidery of her gown.

"I learned that you were leaving England for a time, perhaps a long time. I am dying, cousin, and I have called you to me to say good-bye," she waited for my protest, and laughed again when it did not come. "Your flattery was always of an honest sort, my lord, and I honor you for it. Have you ever been in love?" The suddenness of the question startled me.

"Once or twice, your Majesty," I answered smoothly.

"As have I, once or twice," she retorted, then went on. "My sweet Robin was the first, though some might mention Thomas Seymour. I was infatuated with Seymour, perhaps, and flattered that the child I was could attract a man so worldly wise, though in truth, of course, he was neither worldly nor wise. Mayhap I was silly, but certainly not so silly as he. Did you seduce your loves?" Again the whipsaw question caught me by surprise.

"Yes," I admitted baldly.

"Ah, that I have never had. I thought myself above it, sometimes, and other times I even admitted to myself that I was afraid. Afraid of giving that sort of power to any man, afraid of what men do to women who submit. But now, now I am dying and I cannot help but wonder-I wonder if I was wrong, I wonder what I have missed, and I know that I am too old to find out." A tear traced its way over the painted cheek to fall soundlessly onto the embroidered gown she wore. I watched its progress, then took her cold hand in mine.

"Why do you tell me, your Majesty?" I asked softly.

"Because you kissed me once, old and ugly as I am, and as if you meant it." She turned her thin face, with its plaster of paint away from me, as if unable to bear the weight of my gaze. I said nothing for a time, then leant over, bringing her hand to my lips and pressing a kiss upon her palm. She did not turn, and I untied the strings of her wrist ruff, letting it fall. Her tight fitting Italian sleeve was laced from elbow to wrist, and I worked the lacings loose, still in silence, baring the flesh of her arm. The skin was fine-grained as silk, and almost as white as the plastering of paint that covered her face, shoulders and breast. I traced the blue lines of her veins with my finger before raising her wrist to my lips. She turned then to face me, and a single tremor ran through her slight body as my teeth pierced the thin skin and her blood began to flow. Her eyelids drooped with the pleasure that welled in her, bringing a fulfillment that she had denied herself all her life.

I soon drew back, my fingers pressing the small wounds that would be closed before her sleeve was laced over them, and gone without a trace by morning. I took her chin in my hand, catching her gaze as her eyes fluttered open, and murmured my farewells to her. I kissed her once more, this remarkable old woman, then left her to her dreams. She would remember my visit, held fast in her most secret heart, but would never speak of it, and never look upon my face again.

As I stepped from the room, the order came. "Arrest that man," Cecil said, and two men took my arms, while several others stood by. He ducked back through the doorway, and emerged a few moments later. "It is well for you that the Queen is unharmed," he stated. "Will you give me your parole, to come along quietly, or must I have you fettered?"

"Fetters are not necessary, my lord," I told him, and he nodded.

I was taken through several chambers to a windowless closet containing nothing but a bench and a chair. Word was sent to Geoffrey, to come and fetch me. While we awaited him in the study, Cecil took the chair and eyed me, sprawling with a nonchalance I did not feel on the bench, for several minutes before asking abruptly, "Can you think of any good reason why I should not commit you to the Tower?"

"Can you think of any good reason why you should?" I countered in surprise, sitting up to stare at him.

"You were to leave England, yet here you are."

"Such undertakings are not accomplished in a day, my lord! We leave tomorrow for Dover, and sail for Calais within the week, weather permitting."

"Why did you seek an audience with the Queen? Did you hope, behind my back, to persuade her to revoke your banishment? That would be a most dangerous course, your grace, I a.s.sure you! Treachery is an ugly word."

"Uglier than blackmail? You are the one that has the reputation for double-dealing, my lord, not I!" Cecil flushed darkly, a vein pulsing in his forehead, but before he could take any exception to my rash speech, Geoffrey was shown into the room. Cecil swallowed once, to regain control, and turned to Geoffrey.

"Your grace, your brother was caught here."

"So I gathered. I am not pleased, Krytof," he said.

"Her Majesty sent for me; I came to say goodbye," I responded, indignantly.

"Yes, I have seen her Majesty," he said, frowning at me before returning his gaze to Cecil. "My apologies for your trouble, my lord Secretary. I shall see to it that my wayward brother does not escape my care again."

"Will you stay in Paris?" There was a calculating glint in Cecil's eye. Did he think to persuade Geoffrey to spy for him? I shook my head and made bold to answer.

"No, my lord. My brother feels that a sojourn in Sybria would be more practical for my correction," I said, bleakly. Geoffrey nodded and asked me to leave the room, while he conferred with Lord Robert.

I paced the anteroom under the watchful eyes of the two men-at-arms who had stationed themselves at the outer door. I would be a virtual prisoner in Geoffrey's adopted homeland, not speaking the language, not knowing the country, but he had promised that if I kept faith and obeyed him, in a year or two we would begin to travel once more. He emerged and we left without a word between us, but once mounted and headed home, he turned to me.

"I have seen her Majesty," he repeated. "My lord Secretary was quite ready to clap you straight into the Tower if I was out of reach, and when I observed your mark upon her, I was inclined to let him! I warned you."

"I saw no harm in it, since we were leaving!" He reined up, reaching over to jerk my reins from my hands at the same time. I flinched away from the fury on his face.

"The harm is in your continual defiance and disobedience! I will break you to my authority, or you will never leave my country." I frowned at that. "I will not risk our family for you, because you have not sense enough to shun trouble, but needs must run your neck, and all of ours, into Cecil's noose!" My hands trembled as I took the reins back from him. "We will be out of his reach soon," Geoffrey continued, more gently.

"Yes, leaving him holding evidence that would condemn me to the stake!"

"Yes, think well upon that, Christopher, but remember that that doc.u.ment will lose its potency when the old queen dies. Cecil would not be fool enough to produce such charges in James Stuart's court, you may be sure." That eased my mind somewhat, but I was not certain that James would hesitate to condemn another for his own besetting sin. I consoled myself with the thought that upon my return to England, I would set about relieving Lord Robert of that particular piece of evidence.

Several days later, I watched the white cliffs recede, glimmering in the glowing dawn. Geoffrey placed a hand upon my arm, and even smiled when I turned to face him.

"For what are kings when regiment is gone, /but perfect shadows on a sunshine day?"

he quoted quietly. "Christopher, we are kings without regiment, we are perfect shadows. Seven years is not so very long, not for us. That may be, perhaps, the greatest gift we have to offer, the gift of time. Now, go and take your rest before the day claims you as you stand."

My thoughts whirled as I stumbled down the ladder-like stairs to the darkened cabin. Time. The one thing for which I had hungered throughout my existence was now mine. I had time.

The End.