City of Secrets (15 page)

Enrico followed the rusty-headed man back to his lodgings, taking care not to be seen. Before they got there, the man met a group of friends and Enrico spotted bright colours and ribbons under their dark cloaks.

He nodded in the dark. Manoush. Funny how they always seemed to be around wherever the Bellezzan was. But then the group broke up again and the man continued on to the main square where the Palace of Justice stood. He dodged down a side road and Enrico followed him cautiously into an alley. The man unlocked a gate and disappeared.

Enrico walked back to the square counting houses and calculating which one's backyard now housed a Manoush.

Well, well, well, he said to himself, after checking twice. So Messer Antonio's house is giving shelter to a goddess-worshipper!

The spy filed this piece of information for future use; he didn't know yet what he could do with it but it was something to fall back on if the Bellezzan cast him off. For now he made his way back to the palazzo where the di Chimici was living. He had some serious infiltrating to do.

*

When Matt arrived in the Scriptorium, he felt as if he had been away for months. Several people asked him if he was feeling better and he nodded, not wanting to get drawn into difficult conversations; he had no idea what Constantin had told them and there was no sign of the Professor. Biagio soon had him knocking up ink balls and Matt forgot that he had ever been anywhere else.

But he shared a secret with Biagio ever since their session in the hidden press room, and the foreman treated him a little differently: nothing that the other men and apprentices would notice but there was a sense of shared danger that brought a form of friendship.

Every time he passed the new list of forbidden books that had to be posted up at the front of the Scriptorium, Matt read it and thought of how most of them were being printed on the secret press. And every time he felt the thrill of just being able to read the list. It was ironic that so many books were forbidden in the one place where he could have read them easily. But his work in Talia didn't give him much time to read anyway.

As the lunch break approached, Matt became anxious. He wanted to see Luciano and ask his advice but he needed to talk to Constantin too. He was going to have to confess what he had done and he wasn't looking forward to it.

The Refectory was full and it took him a while to see Luciano. He wasn't alone; a finely dressed, handsome young man, a bit older, was sitting drinking wine with him. Matt felt very aware of his shabby robes and inky hands.

‘Ah, Bosco,' said Luciano with relief, as soon as he spotted him. But he didn't introduce him to his grand friend. ‘Excuse me a moment, Filippo,' he said. ‘I have an errand for this young man.'

And he took Matt out into the street.

‘Sorry about that,' he said. ‘I didn't want you to meet a di Chimici yet, even though I think Filippo is trustworthy. Where were you yesterday? Why didn't you come?'

He scrutinised Matt's face closely. ‘Are you ill?'

‘No,' said Matt. ‘I . . . I've done something stupid. I really need to see the Professor.'

Luciano looked worried. ‘I've got to go back to the di Chimici,' he said. He took some coins from a purse at his belt. ‘Go to the Black Horse and get yourself some food. You'll find a boy there called Adamo. You can trust him – I can't say more now. I'll make sure Constantin comes to the Scriptorium this afternoon.'

Matt walked to the inn, feeling stranger than he usually did in Padavia. He couldn't shake off the memory that the real him was lying on his bed next to Ayesha all the time he was here. No sooner had he called for food and drink than a slender young man dressed as a peasant joined him at his table. But Matt thought, from his voice and his hands, that he wasn't quite what he seemed at first glance.

‘I'm Adamo. Matteo Bosco?' asked the boy.

‘That's me,' said Matt. ‘At least in Talia.'

‘You shouldn't tell strangers you aren't from Talia,' said the boy.

‘Luciano said I could trust you,' said Matt. He didn't feel like playing games. He was desperate to get his interview with Constantin over and to get back to his world with a cure for Jago.

A woman brought his food and ale over and Matt spotted a tall man hovering round their table.

‘Friend of yours?' he asked Adamo.

The boy leaned over to him and said in a whisper, ‘He's my servant. And he is trained to run a sword through you if you offer me any insolence, so I'd be careful if I were you.'

Matt paused, a bite of food halfway to his mouth. ‘Who are you?' he whispered back.

Adamo looked round the crowded inn before answering.

‘The Duchessa of Bellezza,' she said quietly. ‘Arianna Rossi. Luciano's future wife.'

The tall man was standing right behind her now and watching Matt intently. His right hand was under his cloak and he looked ready to move fast.

Matt continued to eat; at the moment it didn't feel safe to say anything. He had no idea why the Duchessa of Bellezza was sitting at his table and he was very keen not to antagonise her bodyguard. When Matt had finished his food, they left the inn together and Arianna walked beside him back to the University, while the tall man followed them.

‘Luciano asked me to look out for you,' said Arianna. ‘He knew that Filippo di Chimici would be around at lunchtime. He has been worried about you.'

‘Yeah, I've got some problems back home,' said Matt, not knowing where to begin.

‘I am sorry for that,' said Arianna. ‘I hope it is not because of the task you are doing here. It would not be the first time.'

‘Not exactly,' said Matt. ‘But I didn't want to face Professor Constantin yesterday.'

‘He is your Stravagante in Padavia, I believe,' said Arianna sympathetically and Matt found himself wondering what she would look like dressed as a woman. He thought she would be strikingly beautiful. It reminded him again of what he had lost with Ayesha.

‘Matteo!' someone called and he saw Cesare riding up.

‘Hi,' said Matt, wondering how he was going to introduce his companion.

Then he was thrown into total confusion by Arianna herself.

‘Cesare!' she cried in a musical and very un-masculine voice. The Remoran looked astonished; he leapt from his horse and obviously didn't know whether to shake hands with the peasant boy or kneel at his feet. But she had remembered her disguise by then and managed a little bow to him.

‘I am Adamo the peasant while I'm in Padavia,' she said quietly. ‘And as such I must defer to Cesare Montalbano, the famous victor of the Stellata.'

In the ICU Vicky Mulholland was still sitting with Jago's mother, who had fallen into an exhausted doze in her chair. The boy was stable but still unconscious and Vicky was finding it harder and harder to stay positive for her friend. The nights were always the worst, she remembered. The lights of the ward dimmed, voices lowered and the blackness outside the window all made the hours pass more slowly and the hope that came with the dawn was often illusory.

Vicky thought back over the last three or four years. There had been the awful period of Lucien's first illness, his chemotherapy, which robbed him of his black curls, and then what now felt like a sort of reprieve when he had been well enough to come with her and David to Venice. It hadn't been long after that when they saw the hospital consultant and had been told that the brain tumour had returned.

But there had been something strange about Lucien's last weeks, something that the doctors in this hospital hadn't understood. He shouldn't have gone into a coma but he had and all his brain activity had ceased. The day she and David had stood and watched Lucien's breathing machine turned off had been the worst of her life. She could understand very well what Celia Jones was going through.

After the funeral of her son, Vicky had believed herself to be losing her reason. Not just mad with grief, which she recognised was part of what was happening to her, but genuinely, unpredictably mad. She had started to see Lucien in the streets of Islington. Of course David had said it was her imagination – until he saw him himself.

There hadn't been many such sightings and they didn't last long but the parents had to live with this secret; there was no question of telling anyone else.

And then, two years ago, the mystery that was Nicholas had landed on her doorstep, literally. A beautiful boy, with curly black hair, wounded in body and mind, needing a mother. Even though he was now a six foot plus fencing champion without even a trace of a limp, he was still the greatest single reason that she had survived Lucien's death. Vicky had never shaken off the notion that Nick was somehow Lucien's present to her.

It was ridiculous but no more so than seeing your dead son standing outside your house.

Vicky stretched her back muscles. She couldn't face another cup of hospital coffee. She wanted to go home, to look in on Nick as he slept in the room that had once been Lucien's and then to slip into bed beside her sleeping husband and take reassurance from him along with his warmth. But Celia needed her and she would stay.

When Matt got back to the Scriptorium, Biagio nodded at him.

‘Master wants you,' he said. ‘In the studio.'

With a feeling of dread Matt knocked at the studio door. It was a relief to find Luciano in there with Constantin even though it made the small room seem crowded.

To his surprise, the Professor clasped him warmly in his arms. Matt found himself looking down at his pink scalp, covered with his neatly cropped grey hair.

‘Welcome back,' Constantin was saying. ‘We were all worried about you.'

For one awful moment Matt felt he was going to cry. Neither of these two Stravaganti knew what he had done yet and he felt he had failed a test of character. Surely when he told them they would no longer care about him? And he wanted desperately for them to approve of him – even more than he wanted Ayesha to.

He swallowed. ‘Professor, I need your help,' he said. ‘You remember how we talked about the evil eye? Well I did it. I put it on someone and now he's in danger. He might die. Can you please help me to take it off?'

There. It was done now.

Luciano and Constantin were looking at him gravely.

‘Guilt is a terrible burden,' said Constantin and he reached out and put one hand on Matt's head. He closed his eyes and murmured a few words.

Matt felt a sensation like being in a bath while the water drains out. He was temporarily suspended between elements and when he came to himself again he felt clean and forgiven.

‘Thanks,' he said, feeling that was inadequate. ‘But does this mean that Jago's better now – because I'm sorry for what I did?'

‘Unfortunately not,' said Constantin. ‘You will have to use the counter-spell in your book. I can explain it to you again but it is too much for you to bear the burden alone. I will come back to your world with you.'

‘No,' said Luciano. ‘It is too dangerous for you, Professor. I will go with Matt.'

Chapter 15

A Face from the Past

The afternoon in Padavia dragged for Matt. He had agreed to go to Luciano's house before stravagating back to his world. He was enormously grateful that the older boy was coming back with him. But he had no idea how it was going to work. Lucien Mulholland was dead; wasn't it crazy for him to risk being seen so near to where he used to live?

At the end of their long working day, the pressmen left the Scriptorium, rolling down their filthy sleeves and talking loudly about the need to slake their thirsts. Matt walked to Luciano's house near the cathedral, feeling that he would need at least a pint of ale before being ready to stravagate.

Alfredo let him in and took him into the elegant dining room. It took Matt a while to adjust to the candlelit scene. He recognised Luciano and Dethridge and Cesare, but also present was a beautiful young woman with chestnut-brown hair and violet eyes, in a low-cut dress of grey taffeta. It could only be the Duchessa with her disguise cast off; in fact he could also see the tall bodyguard a few paces behind the woman's chair.

Matt felt completely inadequate standing in the doorway in his printer's devil clothes. He had thought perhaps his mysterious trips to Talia had something to do with feeling out of place in his own life but he didn't feel as if he belonged here either. Maybe he would end up lost somewhere between Padavia and Islington and spend the rest of his days wandering in the void, with nothing to bind him to either world.

‘There you are,' said Luciano warmly, and the feeling dissipated. ‘Will you eat with us before we leave?'

‘Can I have a wash first?' asked Matt.

‘Of course. Alfredo will show you where,' said Luciano. ‘I'd offer you a change of clothes but you're quite a bit taller than me – broader too.'

‘That's OK,' said Matt. ‘I probably need to stay in these clothes for when I come back.'

‘You're right,' said Luciano, disconcerted by how much he had already forgotten about stravagating when you weren't a Talian.

When Matt came back, feeling a little less disreputable, he found a place laid for him between Luciano and Cesare, opposite the Duchessa.

‘Welcome,' she said as he sat down. ‘Refresh yourself – you work hard here in Talia, I think?'

Matt didn't need a second invitation. He ate and drank heartily, noticing that Luciano himself took little. His host looked pale and tired. Matt saw how often Arianna looked towards him and realised that she was worried about the coming visit to his old world.

‘We mustn't linger, Matt,' said Luciano, looking out of the window. ‘The night is coming on and the morning will be wearing away in your world.'

Matt knew that Jan wouldn't come and knock on his door, not with Ayesha there. But he agreed; he was anxious to get this over with.

The two of them withdrew to Luciano's bedroom. The Bellezzan took a fine silver chain from out of a wooden box and pulled it over his head. Matt saw that he held a token of some sort, something like a frozen flower. They sat side by side on Luciano's lavishly draped bed.

‘Tell me about your house,' said Luciano. ‘If you tell me where it is and what your room looks like, I should end up there with you – if we're lucky.'

‘Well it's not like this,' said Matt, looking round at his surroundings.

‘I didn't always live like this,' said Luciano seriously. ‘I was just another Barnsbury Comp kid like you.'

Matt was telling him random things about his house, when someone knocked softly on the door. It was Arianna. Her skirts swished as she came in, holding a candlestick, and she sat down on the other side of Luciano.

‘You need to lie down,' she said. ‘Both of you. I'll watch over you.'

Matt felt guilty for taking Luciano away from her; they had told him about how rare her secret visits were. But it was nice to think she would be there, even if she couldn't really protect them.

She moved to an armchair beside the bed, setting her candle down on a low chest. The two boys stretched out under the sumptuous bedcovers. Matt immediately felt tiredness take over his body and shut his mind down. Luciano took longer, unwilling to close his eyes to the sight of Arianna sitting by his bed, wrapped in a soft red woollen shawl.

Georgia had been edgy ever since Ayesha's visit. It had been hard to concentrate on school work this term knowing that a new person was visiting Talia. And now something Matt had picked up on his stravagations was leaking into this world. Ever since the spring, she and Nick had been able to put their past behind them. For days at a time they could forget that Nick had been born in another world over four hundred years ago.

What she wanted now was to plan for the future. It was going to be hard enough going away to university and leaving Nick at school for two more years. She didn't know if their relationship would survive the separation. That was hard enough for ordinary couples who didn't go to the same place, let alone ones with such a big age gap. Though people were much more understanding when it was the boy who was older.

What would help them get through, Georgia was certain, was their shared past. She had enabled the old Falco to become Nicholas, to mend his body and find a new family. She had seen him pretend to drink poison in Remora, had watched while he flew the winged horse at the Stellata and seen his di Chimici father die in his arms.

For his part, he knew all about how her stepbrother had bullied her and how she had been hopelessly in love with Luciano, who was devoted to Arianna. She had chosen Nicholas over Luciano, the ordinary everyday world over Talia and didn't want to have to think about her choices ever again. She remembered how restless Nick had been when Sky was visiting his home city of Giglia and how he had begun to regret his decision to translate permanently away from his old life.

Georgia dreaded that all this new activity in Talia would set Nick off again. All that stuff about the evil eye had definitely meant something to him. Georgia felt sorry for Ayesha too; she couldn't believe what she was being told. Like Alice and Sky, Georgia thought. Alice never mentioned Talia and stravagation; it was as if she was trying to forget it had ever happened. And Sky played along with it.

But even Sky had been intrigued by having a new Stravagante in the school. It was coming back to all of them. Georgia had even caught herself wondering if Merla the flying horse could take her from Remora to Padavia and back in a day. It would be lovely to see Cesare again. She had trained herself not to think that about Luciano.

In the end, she just couldn't wait to hear what had happened in Talia. She dragged on a jacket and set off for Matt's house. On the way, after some thought, she rang Nick's mobile.

*

There must have been some small difference in Matt's breathing or something because as soon as he found himself back in his own bed, Ayesha opened her eyes. There was a tiny moment when she smiled at him automatically and it was like any other morning waking up next to her. Then realisation returned and she sat up abruptly.

‘Well?' she asked. ‘Have you got the cure?'

Matt nodded. He was still holding the leather spell-book but now he knew what the ‘
remedium contra fascinum
' was. He wasn't looking forward to applying it though.

‘It's in here,' he said.

Ayesha looked doubtful. He had been holding that same book the night before.

‘It's OK,' said Matt. ‘I know what I have to do.'

‘If you say so,' said Ayesha uncertainly. Then she seemed to make up her mind to trust him. She shook her head as if scattering all doubt from her mind. ‘Can I use your shower?' she asked briskly. ‘I feel really skanky.'

Matt gave her a towel from the airing cupboard. The house was strangely silent. Andy would still be in bed but Jan and Harry must be out somewhere. Matt waited anxiously in his room; would Luciano turn up there or at his own old home, which was the other possibility?

Ayesha's little scream told Matt that he had dozed off. She had come back from the bathroom fully dressed with her long black hair all wet about her shoulders, expecting to find just him, and there was an older boy sitting on the chair by the desk. Luciano was wearing a plain white shirt and black trousers but he couldn't fake a pair of trainers and his buckled shoes looked outlandish.

‘Who are you?' Ayesha was demanding. ‘Matt, who's this?'

‘I'm Luciano,' said the boy simply, his voice a bit husky as if he hadn't used it much lately. He looked round the room with interest. ‘You described it well, Matt. I feel as if I recognise it.'

‘This is seriously weird,' said Ayesha, sitting down on the edge of the bed. ‘You're from that other place, aren't you?'

‘I am now,' said Luciano. ‘But I used to be like you.'

The doorbell rang. Matt didn't want to leave them alone together but there was an iron rule in their house that Andy Wood's morning sleep was not to be disturbed. He went down and found Georgia and Nick on his doorstep.

‘Checking up on me?' he said ruefully.

‘Just couldn't keep away,' said Nick. ‘Did it go OK?'

‘Have you got the counter-spell?' asked Georgia.

By then they were outside Matt's bedroom.

‘Better than that,' said Matt. ‘I brought reinforcements.'

‘Luciano!' said Georgia. In an instant she had flung her arms around him. Nick piled in after her and the three hugged one another.

‘It's good to see you,' said Nick. But Matt noticed that he glanced towards Georgia the way he hadn't when Cesare was under discussion.

‘So, he's legit,' said Ayesha, who was brushing her hair to calm herself.

‘More than that,' said Georgia, feeling annoyed at Ayesha's coolness. The girl had no idea what Luciano had been through in either world. And even if Georgia loved Nick best now, Luciano would always be a hero to her.

‘Can't you lend him some clothes, Matt?' said Ayesha. ‘If he comes to the hospital looking like that, everyone will be suspicious.'

‘We've been through this already in Talia,' said Luciano. ‘We're different sizes. Even Nick's taller than me now!'

‘Are you coming to the hospital?' asked Georgia. She felt a surge of hope; Luciano was here and everything was going to be all right.

‘Matt's got the counter-spell,' said Luciano. ‘But he needs help. The more the merrier.' He looked round at all of them.

‘Let's have breakfast first,' said Matt. He was suddenly starving.