Scholar of Decay (41 page)

Then he jerked back as a man-shaped shadow leaped into the room, viciously slamming a folded blanket down on the fire. A moment later, he could smell burning wool and feel large hands close around his upper arms. The smoke made it hard to see and caused his eyes to water so badly tears ran freely down both cheeks.

“Edik?”

“I’m here, sir. The fire’s out. Come, I have a bath drawn for you and a light supper prepared, and then you’ll sleep for a while.”

He allowed himself to be lifted to his feet and led from the study. He didn’t have the strength to protest. “Edik?”

“Yes, sir?”

“I never meant to hurt him. I never meant to hurt either of them.”

“Master Dmitri made his own choices, sir. You are not solely responsible for his fate.”

“And hers?”

When Edik made no reply, Aurek listened to the laughter instead.

“Jacqueline?” Marri Renier advanced timidly into the drawing room holding a folded piece of paper in front of her like a shield. Why the head of the family had decided to stay with her, she had no idea, but it made her very nervous. Scarred in a sibling battle she’d barely won, she’d moved to Mortigny to live a quiet life away from family power struggles and, while she appreciated the honor of having Jacqueline in her house, she didn’t appreciate the undercurrent of terror that came with her. These last few weeks as Jacqueline had searched for the human, Henri Dubois, Mortigny had not been a pleasant place—though that had actually been kind of fun. “Jacqueline, this just arrived from Pont-a-Museau.”

When Jacqueline stretched out an imperious hand, Marri dropped the paper into it and scuttled away to stand by the door, curiosity keeping her in the room.

Ignoring her cousin, Jacqueline glanced down at the wax seal. She didn’t recognize which of the commercial scriveners the seal belonged to but, if she correctly interpreted the bloody claw prints scratched on the paper beside it, whoever had sent the message had also taken care it would never be repeated. The family put little trust in promises of confidentiality.

She cracked the seal and moved closer to the candles on the mantel as she unfolded the single sheet. After a moment, she began to laugh.

“What is it?” Marri asked, encouraged by Jacqueline’s amusement.

“You can always count on family,” Jacqueline told her, still chuckling as she dropped into a wingback chair. “If they find a chance to stab someone in the back, they’ll jump at the opportunity. And if they don’t find a chance, they’ll create one. It’s so nice to see my trust was not misplaced.”

“You were expecting this note?”

“I was expecting a note. If not this one, then another.” Black silk rustled as a rat crept out from under Jacqueline’s skirts and climbed up to perch on the arm of the chair. Her expression hardened as she lightly stroked the top of its head with one finger. “Bring me paper, pen, and ink,” she said. “I think I’ll let my dear sister know when she can expect me to arrive home.”

“Jacqueline will be back early on the day of the ball. I knew she wouldn’t miss an opportunity to be the center of attention.” Louise looked up from the letter on her lap and studied Aurek Nuikin, the minimal candles burning in the chateau library sufficient for were-sight. His pale blond hair had been pulled back into a dull and dirty tail, and his beard appeared to have turned more gray than gold. Ink stains made black blemishes over both hands. His eyes were bloodshot. “Frankly, you look terrible. Are you certain you’ll be able to fulfill your part of the bargain?”

“And if I’m not able?”

Louise smiled unpleasantly, the civilized, conversational tone falling from her voice. “Then I’ll think you’re not trying. Perhaps I should send you bits of your brother as incentive. It’s amazing how many bits a strong young man can lose and still live.” Reading his thoughts from his expression, her smile broadened. “You think I’ve already killed him, don’t you? Perhaps I’ll send you a bit to prove I haven’t.”

Hope rose unbidden, and with it, a warning. “If Dmitri is harmed …”

“You’ll do what I ask anyway—you know it, I know it, and I assume your wife, if she knows anything at all in that exquisite little prison of hers, knows it too.” Leaning back in the chair, Louise crossed her legs, silk skirts whispering secrets. “You know what you
have to do and when, so I don’t think it’s necessary for us to meet again.”

Aurek’s eyes narrowed. “It wasn’t necessary for us to meet tonight.”

“Not necessary, no. But I do so enjoy having a powerful wizard at my beck and call.” She dropped her chin and peered flirtatiously up at him through her lashes. “Or do you think it’s unladylike for me to gloat?”

A muscle jumped in his jaw as Aurek spun on one heel and stomped toward the door. With his hand against the worm-eaten wood, he paused and half turned. “Your sister has no doubt been told of your comings and goings and of your guests.”

“I know.” Louise stood, and her fingertips brushed over the notch in her ear. “But what can they tell her? That young Dmitri has moved into the guest chambers, and his older brother has come to the chateau to try to convince him to come home? I doubt very much that she’ll care. While distraught relatives aren’t exactly frequent visitors to the chateau, neither are they unheard of. As long as you both remain unhurt, I have done nothing for her to complain of. Had she objections to my relationship with your brother, she’d have voiced them when it began.” She took a step toward him and, though she didn’t actually change, her features suddenly appeared sharper, more menacing. “And if you decide to tell her what’s going on, I guarantee I’ll know about it, and your family will become significantly smaller.”

“I’m not a fool,” Aurek growled.

“Not a fool?” she repeated, with a serrated laugh. “Only a fool would have allowed his relationship with his brother to have deteriorated to the point where that brother became a threat. Especially when that poor, sweet brother so desperately wanted to be friends.” Watching her accusation cut into his heart, she
twisted the knife. “I used the tool you forged for me, wizard.”

He stared bleakly at her for a long moment, then bowed his head and left the room.

“I found your sword.”

Dmitri jerked out of a light doze and stared in confusion at the slight figure silhouetted in candlelight beside the bed. “Jacques?”

“Of course,” the boy replied impatiently. “And I said, I found your sword.”

“My sword?” Dmitri pushed himself up so that he reclined against the pillows in a half-sitting position. “You found my sword,” he repeated. “Thank you. Where was it?”

“In the trophy room.” Responding to the unaffected enthusiasm in Dmitri’s smile, the boy’s mouth curved tentatively in return. “It didn’t have a scabbard though. And it’s pretty dirty.” He reached down, grabbed the leather-wrapped hilt in both hands, and heaved the heavy blade up onto the bed. Bits of dried blood flaked off onto the coverlet. “Have you killed many people with it?”

“Only one.” Dmitri’s expression sobered. “A man insulted one of my sisters, and I fought a duel with him.”

Jacques eyes gleamed. “Was it exciting?”

“Very exciting.” The smile flashed again as he remembered, then faded as he remembered further. The man’s family—more embarrassed by Dmitri’s relative youth than outraged by the actual death—had been about to declare
cmepte chorosh
, death debt, when Aurek had suddenly appeared, and the extended feud had not occurred. He had no idea of what Aurek had done, but their sisters had insisted he’d saved Dmitri’s life.

He was probably more worried about his stupid studies being disturbed by my funeral, Dmitri told himself bitterly, since he didn’t
think I was worth even a quick two words of explanation. Now that he knew Aurek was a wizard, it explained a lot.

“What are you thinking about?” Jacques demanded, unused to being ignored.

“My brother.”

“You have a brother and a sister?”

“I have four sisters.”

Jacques sighed, thin shoulders lifting and falling melodramatically. “I have only me.”

“You must have lots of cousins,” Dmitri offered. It seemed a fair guess as nearly everyone he met professed to be one of the Renier family.

“It’s not the same as having a brother.” His nose wrinkled as he pointed at the sword. “That’s wererat blood. You didn’t kill a wererat did you?”

“It attacked me—” Dmitri began, but the boy cut him off.

“Mama is not going to like that. She says …” He paused and rearranged what his mama said so that he wasn’t giving anything away. “She says only wererats can kill wererats.”

The child looked so serious and disapproving that Dmitri found himself protesting. “I didn’t exactly kill it. We fought, and it fell into a giant spider’s web.”

“So the spider killed him?”

“I didn’t actually see …” The wererat’s screams rose up for a moment in memory. “Yes.”

“That’s all right then.” He climbed up onto the end of the bed, folded his legs, and declared, “I like you. There are too many women around here.”

Dmitri grinned and scratched at the bristles on his chin. Four older sisters gave him a good idea of what life must be like for Jacques. “You can come and visit me anytime. I’d be glad of the company.” He
glanced toward the lines of night visible through the closed shutters. “But isn’t this a little late? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“No!”

The boy looked so scornful, Dmitri had to hide a laugh in a fit of coughing.

Jacques studied the human thoughtfully and wondered if he’d tell him what Tante Louise was up to. Probably not. No one ever told him anything. Chantel wouldn’t tell him either, even though he’d met her every evening at the attic window. Actually, he rather suspected from the frantic way she was acting that Chantel didn’t know either, and she desperately wanted to. Maybe the human—Dmitri—would tell Chantel. She was older. Although not, Jacques amended silently, as much as she thought she was. If he brought Chantel here, he could listen from the next room—there were holes that went almost all the way through the wall. And then I’d know something that no one would know that I knew. He frowned as he worked through the tangles. I’m sure I could use that against someone. His mama always said that knowledge was power. She would be so proud of him.

“Do you know my cousin Chantel?”

Surreptitiously rubbing at his stained blade with a corner of the coverlet, Dmitri started guiltily. “Yes. I do. She’s a … friend.”

“Would you like me to bring her to see you?”

“Could you?” His voice sounded a little wistful. Although Louise came by as often as she could, none of his new friends had come to see him, and he’d been feeling forgotten about and sorry for himself.

“ ’Course I could. Or I wouldn’t have asked.”

The corners of Dmitri’s mouth twitched at the indignant answer. “Then yes, I’d like to see her.”

Jacques nodded solemnly. “Then I’ll bring her.”

“Jacques! What are you doing in here?”

Jacques threw himself off the bed, whirling around to face the door in the same motion. “Tante Louise!”

Eyes narrowed dangerously, Louise advanced into the room. “I asked you a question, Jacques.”