He nods. "But there was nothing you could do. It was an accident."
I drop my face into my hands and breathe back the anger. When my shaking slows, I pick the journal up off the bed and press it to my forehead, then hold it out to him. "I did this for you ... or more for me, I guess. All along, you've been the only person I could really talk to."
He takes it from my hand and smiles. "I've been talking back. Did you hear me? Told you to stay away from him," he says, glancing toward Luc.
My heart sinks. "Why do you hate Luc so much?"
"Why? You're kidding, right? He almost got you killed, Frannie. He's one of You're kidding, right? He almost got you killed, Frannie. He's one of them. them."
"He's one of me me," I correct, my voice raised.
Luc and Gabe stop whispering and look at us. Luc steps forward, concern on his face. "He's entitled to his opinion, and he's got good reason to think the way he does. I did did almost get you killed ... more than once." almost get you killed ... more than once."
"No. That would be me me that almost got that almost got you you killed," I remind him. killed," I remind him.
Matt looks at Luc, his expression still sour. "I hate the thought of you anywhere near her, and if you hurt her-in any way-I'll kill you myself."
Luc nods, holding Matt's eyes with his. "Duly noted."
Luc turns and looks hard at Gabe, and I know he's thinking the same thing as I am. Gabe said Matt was the best angel for this job, but I'm starting to wonder.
Matt softens his posture and leans his forehead into mine. His voice is low, meant just for me. "Frannie, I'm having a really hard time with this. Are you sure? About Luc, I mean? I just can't make myself trust a demon, no matter what Gabriel says."
"I'm sure, Matt. He loves me. Can't you just read his mind? Then you'd see."
"Sorry, I'm not high enough up the food chain for that particular skill. Dominions or higher."
"Please, just give him a chance."
His eyes harden again as he glances toward Luc, but then he pulls me into a hug, and I hear the smile in his voice. "You're not gonna pull that Sway crap on me, are you?"
I smile into his shoulder. "That depends entirely on you."
LUC.
I watch Frannie with Matt as I stand in the door with Gabriel, and I know this is it. Talk to me outside Talk to me outside, I think, and he nods and slips through the door with me into the hall.
"She's ready," I say.
"Yep."
"Tell me you'll take care of her. The look in Michael's eyes ..." I shudder.
Gabriel leans into the wall. "We've got her backside, which is pretty nice." He quirks a smile.
"Can you be serious for like two minutes?"
He scowls at me. "Fine. Stop stressing. The Almighty knows she's special. And remember, Moses's life didn't suck. She'll be fine. She's not going anywhere."
"But she's not staying with me either. I just need to know she'll be okay before I let her go."
His eyes hold mine, and his jaw clenches as he contemplates that. "I'm not going to pretend that nothing's going to change, but what happens from here is up to Frannie. You're not a demon anymore. You're human, with a clean soul and a completely clean slate. If Frannie still wants you," he almost seems to choke on the words, "then there's no reason you can't be together."
And that's the key: if she still wants me. She'll belong to Heaven. To Gabriel To Gabriel. Will she still want me after? Her life will outgrow me-the tagalong, used-to-be demon. It won't be long before she doesn't need me or want me. I crack open the door and gaze at her. She looks so tired, but she also looks at peace, and I know it's time.
Gabriel pushes through the door, and I walk behind him, stopping just inside. But then Frannie holds her hand out to me, and I stride to her side, needing to feel her touch.
"You're ready," I tell her, and she nods her affirmation. "Good," I say to myself. "This is good," I repeat a little louder-for her. Then I kiss her quickly and stand.
I turn to Gabriel. "Okay," I say, giving him the signal.
He smirks. "Okay, what?"
"Tag her. She's ready."
"It was done before we walked back into the room. What'd you think, we have some big "Pomp and Circumstance" thing?"
I glower at him. "You're such an asshole. I thought maybe you'd give her a heads-up, that's all."
"If she's ready, why does she need a heads-up?"
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here," she says, glowering up at us.
"Should I have given you a heads-up, Frannie?" Gabriel teases.
Frannie grins. "No, but maybe Luc would have liked one."
I start and stare down at her. "What are you talking about?"
Frannie's eyes are brighter than I've ever seen them. "Tag-you're it!"
I look at Gabriel, stunned. "You're joking."
He smiles and shrugs. "It was one of Frannie's conditions. Plus, you've impressed the right deity, though Michael was less than thrilled."
I try to digest what Gabriel is saying. "I'm tagged ... for Heaven ..." I say, trying it on.
"Could you at least pretend to be happy about it? Otherwise, I may have to take it back."
I feel the grin spread across my face as Frannie reaches up for my hand. I grab it and sit down hard in the desk chair next to the bed. "Holy shit."
Matt cracks a dubious smile. "You can say that again. A demon tagged for Heaven...." He shakes his head.
"So, what's going to happen?" Frannie asks. "I mean with my life ... college and all ..." her gaze shifts for an instant to me then back to Gabe, "... you guys."
Gabriel sits next to her on the bed and grasps her other hand, visibly struggling with what to say. But his eyes say what he can't. I see it, clear as day, even if she doesn't. He'd give up his wings for her. All she'd have to do is ask.
His eyes drop from hers, but his hand grasps tighter. "What happens from here is up to you."
Chapter 24.
Charles.
The white light of a winter afternoon, coupled with the blast of frigid air, brought water to Charles's eyes, and he blinked for a moment. The strong hand on his upper arm guided him quickly through the open door as he was passed from one Machtvolk guard to another.
He looked out over the snow-covered forest, his eyes taking in the smoke of a hundred fires and the scattering of buildings that punctuated the foothills of the Dragon's Spine.
If this doesn't work, he thought, he thought, I could be dead by nightfall. I could be dead by nightfall.
He'd spent the first two days hidden with the mechoservitors and the book. He had met Garyt just hours after they'd arrived, when the loyalist guard brought the latest of Winters's dreams, adding them to the most recent volume of the Book of Dreaming Kings. And as soon as the man had left to find food and water for Charles, the old arch-engineer busied himself reading the book while the mechoservitors continued sharing data in code. That first night-or perhaps it was day-he'd slept with a full stomach from cold roast chicken and small potatoes fried in salt and fat with dried onions. The bread had still been warm and the water was ice cold and sweet.
In the morning, he'd made his decision. The mechoservitors had resisted, as he'd expected, but in the end they had no other choice but to let him go. They needed their missing pages, and they could not leave the cave. Charles would elicit help from Rudolfo's Gypsy Scouts.
Now, he stood outside for the first time in weeks. He felt the wind on his face and took in a great lungful even as Garyt pulled at him. "We need to move quickly," he said.
Charles nodded and followed the guard. The dirty woolen and fur clothes stunk in his nostrils and made his skin crawl. He tried to ignore both. He kept his head down, feeling the bits of wood in his beard as they tickled his neck. It had taken them an hour to get him ready, applying the mud and ash to every inch of his body and then dressing him carefully in the clothes Garyt had brought.
They walked past log structures that looked new, and immediately Charles noted the crowd. Through the trees, he could just make out the bright canvas of large pavilion-style tents-liberated he suspected from the papal summer palace. "There are a lot of people gathering here," he said in a low voice.
"Mass of the Falling Moon," Garyt said. "One of their high holy days. There will be a ceremony tonight followed by three days of feasting."
Charles smiled. A good time to hide a crazy old man. A good time to hide a crazy old man.
They moved along the edges of the larger pockets of people, with Garyt steering them away from the uniforms that Charles saw interspersed among the crowd. They picked their way carefully across the more populated areas near the larger wood structures and climbed a trail that took them behind a round building made of stone. They left the trail when they were out of eyeshot of any others, and Garyt kept them moving quickly.
When they were deep in the woods, Garyt paused. "You're certain of this?"
Charles looked up. "I am."
He'd learned about the Watcher yesterday. He'd surprised the man with his question when the guard brought him a second meal. And Charles had known the moment he asked that the man knew something about it. Still, beyond eventually acknowledging its existence, Garyt had said very little else about it despite the questions. But he had finally agreed to take him to Aedric.
Not that Charles knew exactly what he would ask of the first captain of Rudolfo's scouts. The missing pages, according to both Isaak and the other metal man, were vital for the salvation of the light. Somehow, they had to wrest them from their mechanical guardian or-if fate was kind-search the caves that Garyt claimed it lived in while it was away on some other business. Charles hoped for the latter, because if they were truly facing one of those ancient artifacts from the days of the Younger Gods, the gypsy scouts would be no match in an open confrontation.
And Charles knew better than to believe it could be reasoned with. Not a mechanical that operated on faith. Not a mechanical that operated on faith. Of course, it wasn't so very different from his metal men and the dream they believed in and acted on behalf of. Of course, it wasn't so very different from his metal men and the dream they believed in and acted on behalf of.
He felt the strain of their quick walk in his legs now and noticed that the snow had let up. Overhead, beyond the canopy of frozen evergreens, he saw that the midmorning sky was clearing as northern winds pushed the clouds away. Even with all that time in the Beneath Places, his muscles protested the effort.
They'd not gone much farther when a low whistle brought Garyt to a halt. Charles started at the sudden sound and stumbled, catching himself. He looked around the clearing and saw the slightest shimmer, heard the slightest whisper of footprints as they materialized in the snow.
"Hail, Garyt," he heard a voice call out. "And you as well, Androfrancine, though you are a long way from home."
Charles noted that the direction of the words changed even as they were uttered. "Hail, Aedric. How are the others?"
"They bide well," he answered. "We'll see him safe back to your care, Garyt."
Garyt inclined his head and looked at Charles. "Be cautious, old man."
Charles nodded. "I will."
He watched the man jog south and west, then turned his attention back into the clearing.
"So." Now the voice was closer, and Charles could make out one eye, barely visible, just inches from his face. "Garyt tells me you are inquiring after a certain metal man."
Charles nodded. "It has something we require urgently."
"We?"
"I am here with Isaak," he said. "He is hidden with the Book of the Dreaming Kings. Pages have been removed from it with precision only a mechoservitor could produce. I'm told one lives in the woods and your men have encountered it." He paused as he realized what he was about to say. Perhaps I do know what to ask of Aedric, Perhaps I do know what to ask of Aedric, he realized. he realized.
"I need you to take me to it," Charles said.
"It is out of the question," Aedric said. "Aye, there is a metal man. It's been monitoring and altering our birds. It killed two of my men-cut them, bled them first and then sent their folded uniforms back with Lady Tam after serving her tea. She's left clear orders that we're not to approach the Watcher." He could hear awe bordering on fear in the man's voice. "It's like nothing we've seen before."
Watcher. Charles noted the name. "I need to find the pages it cut from the book." Charles noted the name. "I need to find the pages it cut from the book."
"The Marsher book?" Aedric asked.
Charles nodded. "Yes. What they need from it is missing. Without them, they cannot complete their antiphon."
His own words surprised him. He heard faith there, and it frightened some part of him that remembered his vows as an acolyte of P'Andro Whym. I shall eschew all but the light and trust reason as my truest guide. I shall eschew all but the light and trust reason as my truest guide. And yet, some other part of him responded to the faith in his metal children and the risks they took for the dream they claimed to share. He did not know what the pages were for; he did not even know what the antiphon was, other than a response to their dream. But something in him cried out that it was true and that it was important for him to assist them. And yet, some other part of him responded to the faith in his metal children and the risks they took for the dream they claimed to share. He did not know what the pages were for; he did not even know what the antiphon was, other than a response to their dream. But something in him cried out that it was true and that it was important for him to assist them.
Perhaps, he thought, because it was what fathers did to satisfy the hopes of their children.
"This is Marsher mysticism," Aedric said. He nodded to the northeast. "Yon Watcher is real and deadly. Evil, even, if such a thing may be. I'll not risk your life or the lives of my men for nonsense."
Charles felt the anger starting in his scalp. He tried to force it from his voice but was not successful. "It is not for you to decide, Captain. Captain. Bear word of this to Lady Tam. Tell her what I have told you. Do not tell her that only Charles asks it of her but that Isaak does as well, for it is his dream that these missing pages serve." Bear word of this to Lady Tam. Tell her what I have told you. Do not tell her that only Charles asks it of her but that Isaak does as well, for it is his dream that these missing pages serve."
There was silence. Finally, Aedric spoke. "I will consult with Lady Tam. Wait here until I return."
Charles opened his mouth to protest, and a cold wind brushed his cheek.
He waited for a minute. "Hello?"
No answer.
After another five minutes, he found a tree and squatted against it, facing the direction Aedric and Garyt had run in.
As he sat, his mind played out every possible scenario he could envision with this Watcher, gathering questions as he went and turning them over and over like the dials and catches of a Rufello lock in his mind. How old was it? Had it truly fallen with the first Wizard King? Had it risen from some temporary grave in the Beneath Places? He sat and pondered until he grew numb from the cold.
Standing, he looked above and realized at least two hours had passed.
Where are you, Aedric?