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Notice:Trinity Blood War Continuum takes place one month after the events from the anime's finale episode 24 along with some elements, characters and things that will be used and taken from both manga's Rage Against the Moons (RAM), Reborn on the Mars (ROM). In adttion to some spoilers from stories untold notes left by Yoshida Sunao which he intended to finish off the manga series supposedly. Basically 50/50 will be used on both the anime and manga to those whom are more familiar with manga then others will see this implants as the story develops. Trinity Blood is set in a post-apocalyptic world where the Roman Catholic Church/the Vatican is portrayed as a military and spiritual power. The series also strongly implies major and controversial changes in the Church of present reality, such as women being bishops, cardinals as well as romantic relationships and marriages between members of the clergy. If this disturbs you of form or shapeof or on imagination then do not read this story.
Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Seven: Return Home
Three hours later, Esther collapsed into bed, in the state guest room of the Vatican. She sighed, exhaustion washing over her. She closed her eyes, finally relaxing after all the stress of the journey and the past three hours.
Petros and Caterina, with Father Tres behind them, had led her through the doors of the Church. It was strange, to return to the place that had been her home for over a year, escorted as if she were a stranger. Petros had gone to make a preliminary report to the Cardinals and the Pope. Caterina had taken Esther to her own rooms, and provided her with a hot bath. She'd also called a maid, and had clean clothing and a meal brought. Esther had been relieved to wash the grime of her travels away, and to settle down to something other than basic travelling rations. The fresh bread, the slices of roast, and the cool wine were a wonderful change. The clothing provided had been simple attire for a nun but it was clean, and in good repair.
She'd just finished her meal when Caterina reappeared, to escort her to the Pope. His Holiness and all the Church officials were there. Alessandro gave her a warm greeting, asking if she was all right. She'd said yes. To the Cardinal di Medici's questions, she said she had slipped out of the palace, to discover something, and had been captured, only to be rescued by a friend, who had brought her here. He'd contacted Tres, and then Caterina had come to get her. She refused to name her friend, saying he wished to remain anonymous.
An hour later, they'd finally left the hall. Esther sighed. "Cardinal di Medici…I don't think I've ever seen him like that before. He seems…very tense."
Caterina chuckled. "Brother knows we're hiding something, and it annoys him. But there's no help for it. Abel is right, unfortunately. My brother would not stand for his presence." She stopped at a set of doors that Esther recognized. "Here. We can use the communications channel in my office to contact the Albion government, and let them know you are safe."
"Yes of course." Esther swallowed hard. She'd avoided thinking of what she would say to the advisors she'd left behind. Even knowing she'd have to confront them sooner or later, she was reluctant to speak to them now. Caterina watched her. "Is something wrong?"
"I…well," Esther forced a shaky grin. "It's just that I left them rather abruptly. I disappeared and left them to take care of things. But more than that, I went against what they asked of me. I'm afraid…they're probably very angry with me."
"I understand." Caterina settled on the other side of her desk, and folded her hands in front of her. "But they are probably angry because they are worried."
"I know. It's just…knowing that it was Dietrich, knowing what he could do to them…I just couldn't stay. I was afraid they'd get hurt. Or worse, that he'd get one of them, and I'd…I'd have to…" She faltered.
"I understand that feeling very well indeed." Caterina studied her. "On those lines, I'd like to give you some advice." She studied the air above Esther's head for a moment. "It's true, sometimes your subordinates will get hurt defending you. And sometimes, you and they may be forced to do things you don't want. And yes, they may be taken by the enemy and turned against you. However…you cannot let that stop you." Her cool grey eyes met Esther's solemn and calm. "Even knowing all that, it's important that you trust them, and rely on them. It's the strength of that trust that forms the bond that protects them. If they know you rely on them, they will work harder not to let you down. If you make it clear that part of that reliance is on their ability to stay safe, then they will make every effort to protect themselves. And they in turn will trust you and support you in your battles. They will trust you to stand beside them."
"I see." Esther considered the thought for a moment. "But…if they are taken..."
"If they go willingly, then the trust is broken, and the person you knew is no longer there. And if they are taken by force…" Caterina's gaze hardened. "Then you must be prepared to act. And you must understand…if they were truly trapped against their will, then to stop them is probably the greatest mercy you can give them."
"I see." Esther bowed her head, thinking over the words. Though the advice went against her instincts, she found herself remembering Radu and Ion, and she knew Caterina was right. "Well, then I suppose I'll simply have to make it up to them, for running off like that." She raised her head, her eyes filled with determination. "Please Lady Caterina, I'd like to call my people now."
"Of course." Caterina smiled, and thumbed the communication console, tapping out the code for Albion, Buckingham Palace. A moment later, a familiar face shimmered into view. "Good evening." Esther smiled. "Good evening, Colonel Spencer." Her advisor started slightly, then bowed. "Your Majesty. You've arrived safely in the Vatican?"
"Yes, I have. Lady Caterina's people delivered me just this evening."
"I'm relieved to hear that. Lord Walsh and I were becoming concerned. However, I trust you've taken no injury?"
"No. I'm perfectly fine." Esther smiled again, then met her advisors gaze. "However, I'd like to return home as soon as possible. I'm afraid I've gotten a bit behind on the things I need to do."
"I understand, Your Majesty. However…" Something flickered in Mary's gaze. "We're still working to make sure the Palace grounds are secure."
"It's fine. I'm sure I'll be safe with you." Esther let a little sadness touch her face. "I do apologize for running off like that. I'm afraid I got a little confused there for a moment. I'm very sorry. I'll remember not to do things like that in the future." Something softened in the Colonel's gaze. "There's no need to apologize to me, Majesty." Mary bowed her head. "I will say I'm not completely convinced of the safety of this place, however, if Your Majesty truly wishes to return…"
"I do." Esther straightened. "If it's all right with Lady Caterina, I'd like to make arrangements tonight."
"As you wish, Majesty. I'll go inform Lord Walsh." Esther saw the image move, as if Mary had stood, and then the other woman stopped. Your Majesty, I would recommend you get some rest. You appear quite fatigued. Lord Walsh and I will make the arrangements."
"All right." Esther stood. "Thank you very much, Colonel." Esther sighed, as the events of the evening finished replaying in her mind. Caterina had sent a sister to lead her to the guest room, while she and Esther's advisors made plans for her travels. The room was in the same wing that Caterina resided in, so it was fairly safe. She sighed again, then moved into a more comfortable position. In moments, she was fast asleep.
Esther woke the next morning to sunlight shining through the windows of her room. It took a moment to remember she was in the Vatican, then she stretched and walked to the window. Outside was a view of the formal gardens. She smiled, remembering all the times she'd sought refuge in those gardens. Remembering…all the times she'd shared with the AX. The smile faltered a little, as her thoughts turned to the men she'd left behind the night before. Father Nightroad, and the Earl of Memphis…I wonder how they're doing. I hope they got a chance to eat something, and rest a little. Particularly the Father.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She turned, calling her permission, and a young nun dressed in the habit of a novice entered. The young woman bowed. "Your Highness. Cardinal Sforza asked me to come see if you were awake. She says if you're feeling ready, that she'd like you to join her for breakfast."
"Of course. Thank you. I'll be ready in just a moment." Esther smiled, and moved towards the clean clothes the young sister laid out for her. The girl bowed again and withdrew, though Esther suspected she was waiting just outside the door. She smiled, feeling the nostalgia creeping up on her again as she slipped into the clothing. She could remember being the young sister assigned to handle odd jobs. She took a few minutes to smooth out the skirt, and to brush her hair and pin it back, then went to the door. Sure enough, the young woman was standing there to greet her. "Thank you for waiting. I'm ready now."
"Yes, Excellency. This way please." The sister led her through the halls to a room she recognized as Caterina's. A quick knock was answered from inside, and the young woman pushed door open and bowed her through it. Caterina was sitting at a small table, drinking tea. A folded paper was perched elegantly on one knee. As always, she was dressed in immaculate robes, her hair pulled back and elegantly styled. At Esther's entrance, she looked up and smiled. "Good morning, Esther. Please, join me."
"Thank you, Lady Caterina." Esther took a seat next to the other woman, then reached across to pour herself some tea. At Caterina's gesture, she filled her plate with a roll and some fruit, then settled back. "It looks delicious."
"Yes. It's quite good." Caterina folded the paper and set it down, then reached across to take a roll and the small dish of butter. "The Vatican chefs really are excellent."
"Yes. They are." Esther smiled. There was silence for a few minutes as the two women applied themselves to breakfast. It was only as each of them settled back into their seats with a new cup of tea that Esther spoke. "Regarding the arrangements for my trip home…has there been any decision made, Your Eminence?"
"Ah yes. Your advisors and I discussed it last night. We'll be escorting you to the Iron Maiden this afternoon. Sister Kate will take you back to Albion. Father Tres will escort you back as well, and remain to assist with guarding you."
"I see. And what about…" She stopped, unsure what she could say within the walls. "What of the men who were with me earlier?"
"Ah yes. Abel and the Earl of Memphis. Kate will be picking them up before we take you on board. They'll be brought on this morning, while the flight checks are done." Caterina sighed. "It seems like the safest way to do things. We'll simply have to hope there are no people poking around." She set her teacup down. "In the meantime, I'd advise you to rest and relax. Things are sure to be hectic when you return home."
"I see. Well, thank you. If you think it's all right, I'd like to take a walk in the gardens. I have some very fond memories of them." Caterina smiled. "Of course. That sounds like a fine idea. Unfortunately, I can't join you myself. But I think it would be wise to send someone with you, and I know just the people." She rose and went to a call panel, and tapped a button. Minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and the Professor and Havel entered. Professor Wordsworth brightened immediately. "Esther, it's good to see you." He chuckled. "Silly me, where are my manners?" He removed the pipe from his mouth, and swept her a graceful bow. "Welcome to the Vatican, Your Majesty. It's good to see you safe and sound." Esther flushed. "Thank you Professor. You know, you really don't have to be so formal. We're old friends after all."
"That's as may be. But a gentleman of Albion should always show the proper respect for his ruler." Professor Wordsworth grinned as he set his pipe back between his teeth. "Now then, what can we do for you?"
"Esther mentioned she would like to walk in the gardens. I was wondering if you two might escort her." Caterina folded the paper. "I would come myself, unfortunately, I have duties."
"Understood." The Professor bowed again, then straightened and held out his arm for Esther. "Shall we?"
Esther took his arm, still blushing slightly. "Yes, of course. Thank you." The next few hours were wonderful. Esther sat among the roses and flowers near the fountain, and talked with the two men. Vaclav's gentle presence was soothing, and to her surprise, the Professor had an enormous amount of advice to offer. When they got side-tracked discussing the kingdom, he smiled. "You know, I went to school with a lot of noble gentlemen. Why don't you tell me who it is you're dealing with these days?" The question led to a lengthy discussion about various courtiers, and about life in the Albion Royal circles in general. About noon, Vaclav went and brought tea and sandwiches and they had a quiet little picnic. Professor Wordsworth had her laughing over several personal accounts of the men and women she worked with. The sun was low in the sky when the sound of footsteps interrupted them. Esther turned, to see Father Tres approaching. The android priest stopped a few feet away and regarded her with that closed stare. "Lady Esther Blanchett. It is now time for you to embark on board the Iron Maiden. Please accompany me to the ship immediately."
"Of course." Esther rose and bowed to her companions. "Thank you very much for the stories, Father Wordsworth."
"You're welcome." The Professor smiled at her. "Feel free to call on me at any time."
"Thank you." Esther offered him one more smile, then followed the android priest through the gardens. Twenty minutes later, they were boarding the Iron Maiden. Ion met her just inside the door. "Esther! How are you doing?"
"I'm doing quite well." She grinned at him. "And how are you and Father Nightroad?"
"We're doing very well. Lady Caterina sent us some food supplies, so we actually had a very nice evening." He grinned as he fell into step beside her. "And then Father Tres had us board this morning."
"I see. Are you coming to Albion with us?"
"Yes. I'm still assisting Father Nightroad." He sighed. "I called the Empire last night, and I was ordered to stay with him."
"I'm actually very glad to hear that." Esther smiled at him. "I look forward to working with you again, Your Excellency." Ion matched her smile with one of his own. "I'm looking forward to it as well." The journey to Albion was a short one, only a one night journey, and quiet. Esther spent most of her time staring out through the windows of the bridge. She hoped Abel might join her, but the silver-haired priest stayed out of sight for the entire flight. Ion kept her company through the trip, asking questions about the Albion court and the nobility. He took his role as an ambassador to Esther's country very seriously, and had every intention of making a good impression on the people he came in contact with. As she outlined things for him, he sighed. "It seems very different from the Empire."
"Well, it is, a bit." Esther considered. "I think that it would really be best if you spoke with Lord Walsh when we get there. He's probably the person who will be able to help you the most."
"Lord Walsh…I think Father Nightroad mentioned him." Ion frowned at the glass, thinking. "He said that he needed to speak with him." Esther nodded. "I can see why. Father Nightroad has access to the Underground, and that's really under the control of Lord Walsh's family, as the Earl of Manchester." She tilted her head. "I'll make sure I introduce you as soon as possible."
"Thank you. That would be a big help." Ion looked out of the window. "The view is…very impressive, isn't it?" Esther nodded her agreement, and the two of them spoke of inconsequential things until the lights of Londinium came into sight. As they went through landing procedures Esther hurried to change clothes and prepare for disembarking. She was relieved to be home, but at the same time, she could feel a lump of apprehension in her stomach. She'd made a sort of peace with Mary last night, but she'd yet to speak to Virgil, and she was sure he was upset. Though he'd probably never show it unless directly asked, she knew her aide felt strongly about her presence in the country. She sighed, then pushed the thoughts aside. There was nothing she could do about it until she had a chance to speak to him alone. She made sure she had everything with her, then went to the main doors.
To her surprise, Abel, Tres and Ion were already there. As she appeared, all three men straightened, then fell in around her like an honor guard. She blinked up at Abel. "What's all this about, Father?"
"Well, we are escorting the Queen of Albion home." Abel's voice had a distant quality about it, but it was still friendly enough. "Appearances do have to be maintained, you know."
"Oh. Of course. Thank you, for escorting me." She smiled at him, then turned to face the door as it opened, with the three men behind her. Virgil Walsh and Colonel Spencer were waiting to greet her, with an honor guard waiting a respectful distance away. As Esther stepped forward onto the landing platform, both of them bowed. Virgil spoke. "Your Majesty, welcome home. We're honored to greet you, as well as these gentlemen." His tone was polite and formal, and revealed nothing of his feelings. Esther inclined her head in return. "Lord Walsh. Thank you for meeting me. If you don't mind, my escort would like to make your acquaintance."
"Of course, Your Majesty." He straightened, then addressed the three men with her. "Lord Virgil Walsh, Count of Manchester, Governor of the Albion Underground, and Aide to her Majesty. My companion is Colonel Mary Spencer, Head of the Albion Royal Army."
"Father Tres Iquis, of the Vatican Foreign Affairs department, AX division. I have been assigned to assist with the protection of Her Majesty, Esther Blanchett." Esther knew that Father Tres couldn't help his programming, but the bluntness of his speech made her wince a little. Ion stepped forward quickly and bowed. "I am Ion Fortuna, Earl of Memphis, servant and envoy of her Imperial Majesty, the Empress Augusta Veradica. I have been requested to assist with protection of Her Majesty, as well as establishing relations between our two countries. I look forward to working with you, Count of Manchester."
"Likewise, Your Excellency." Virgil's gaze slipped to the third man, standing quiet behind the other two. He bowed his head. "Forgive my rudeness, my lord, but would you by chance be Father Nightroad of the Vatican?"
"I would." Abel bowed. "I do beg your pardon, my lord. It seems I intruded on your lands some time back. Tres informed me that we'd been noticed, but I'm afraid I was in a bit of a hurry at the time."
"I understand. However, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like some information on the access codes you used. And if I may…rumor has it you were deceased." Virgil's eyes were sharp, measuring, and Esther had the feeling he was sizing Abel up.
"Yes, well…" Abel offered him a brittle smile. "I'm afraid that's not something I'm prepared to discuss. However, about my entry into the Underground…I would be more than willing to explain that. In fact, if you'll permit, I may be able to help you with security there. I have some proficiency with computers."
"Indeed." Virgil's face didn't change, but Esther thought he sounded faintly approving. Then the lord inclined his head. "I'd welcome your assistance, Father. We're actually in the middle of some extensive updates, and any aid you can give is appreciated." He gestured towards Buckingham Palace. "Now, if you'd like to join me. I believe you've had a long flight, and we have refreshments and rooms waiting for you." He bowed to Esther again. "You're Majesty…"
"Of course. Thank you, Lord Walsh." She stepped forward, and the others fell in around her. Virgil and Mary led them to one of the smaller meeting rooms. A table at the side held food and drinks. Virgil gestured "My lords." He moved to one side, and picked up a small case. "My lord Fortuna…it was requested I have this on hand for you." He held it out. Ion took the case and opened it. "Aqua Vitae. Thank you, Lord Walsh." He smiled. He pocketed the case and poured a glass of light wine. He turned. "Esther, would you like something?"
"Just water please." She smiled as she took the glass. Tres wasn't drinking anything, of course, and neither Mary or Virgil seemed inclined to drink. Abel took water, and a small cookie off the tray. They stood around in awkward silence for a few minutes. Finally, Mary broke the silence. "You must be fatigued. We'll show you to your rooms."
"Negative. I do not feel fatigue." Tres moved forward. "Colonel Mary Spencer, I request permission to begin patrol of the grounds."
"Of course." Mary nodded. "I'll supply you with a detailed layout."
"Agreed. Father Nightroad, I recommend you and the Earl of Memphis also commence your work."
"Ah, of course." Abel set his glass down. "Lord Walsh, if you'd care to take Her Majesty to her quarters, I'll await your convenience."
"Thank you. Your Majesty?" Esther nodded, and set her own glass down. The other men bade her a quiet good night. Virgil escorted her to her room. He was quiet, and his face was impassive. She stopped outside her doors. "Lord Walsh…"
"You must be tired, Majesty."
"A bit…but I wanted to speak with you." Virgil bowed. "Of course. However, I suggest we speak in the morning, after you've rested."
"Oh…all right. If you think that would be better." She gave him an uncertain smile. "Please, make sure you get some rest as well."
"As you wish." He bowed again, the long curtain of blond hair falling forward to hide his expression. Esther sighed and shut the door. Esther woke the next morning feeling refreshed, but nervous. She dressed quickly. She'd just finished breakfast when Virgil entered her small dining room. He shut the door behind him, then moved to a spot in front of the table and bowed. "Good Morning, Your Majesty." He straightened "I believe you wished to speak with me."
"Yes, I did." Esther fiddled with her glass and set her napkin aside. "I…" She stood. "I wanted to apologize. For leaving the way I did. It was…unfair of me."
"I see." Virgil's face remained still, but she caught the slight tensing of the lean frame. "I appreciate your courtesy."
"Well…I just…I apologized to Mary earlier. I…understand if you're angry, but I wanted to tell you how sorry I was." Virgil stood silent a moment, then turned away to look at the window. "Your Majesty, if I may speak plainly."
"Of course. You always have permission." His voice was low and harsh when he spoke, and she could hear the barely controlled anger and hurt in it. "What you did was reckless. And worse, it endangered everything we have worked for." He stood quiet a moment. "In truth, I came this morning to offer my resignation. If you do not trust me to protect you…"
"No. It's not that." Esther stepped forward around the table. "I trust you. It's just that…I…I couldn't simply sit by and do nothing. I didn't want to watch someone else get injured because of me."
"I am aware of your feelings. But…" He turned to her. "You are the most important person in this country. You are the only hope my people have. Their only hope for freedom." His voice was soft and intense. "Your predecessor asked me to find you, and take care of you. She said you were the star of hope for a brighter future. I believed her, and in her choice. And you risked…all of that. You, who are the only heir to the queen and prince that I believed in and served, risked your life. I know your reasons for it and I am sorry, Majesty, but I do not agree with them. I cannot condone such actions, especially not for that." He looked away. "I appreciate your concern for my safety but, if my presence endangers you…then I would prefer to leave your service."
"I'd like you to stay." Esther stepped forward. "I…realize what I did was very foolish of me. But I…I just couldn't think straight for a while there. However…" She stepped in front of him. "I apologize for my actions, Lord Walsh, and I'd appreciate if you would stay. Despite what I've done, I still need your support and counsel, very much, and I still rely on your advice a great deal. I'd like to ask you to reconsider your resignation." She bowed.
"Your Majesty…" She could hear the shock in his voice. "You shouldn't…." She straightened. "I know…a queen shouldn't bow. But… you did deserve an apology. And I'm afraid this is the best I can do." She met his eyes with her own. His gaze held hers for a long moment, and then he inclined his head. "If you feel that strongly about it, Majesty, then I will stay. However, I ask that you let me protect you. Please, next time, heed my words more carefully."
"I will. I'm counting on you, Lord Walsh. But please…promise you'll take care of yourself, you and Colonel Spencer both. I appreciate your desire to protect me, but…I want you safe as well."
"I will do my best." His eyes were still grave, but she saw the relaxing of his body. "Thank you." She held his stare a moment longer, then broke it with a small smile. "I suppose I'd better start getting caught up on my work. I'm sure it must have accumulated quite badly."
"There is a fair amount. However, if you will allow me, Majesty, I would be honoured to assist you." The formal words no longer held the sting of anger. Esther smiled as he accompanied her down the hall to her office, and bent to her work with a light heart. The next few days were entirely occupied with catching up. There were piles of paperwork that had to be dealt with. There were also the questions from her councillors, the various reports she had to look into, and everything else she'd fallen behind in. Virgil and Mary both pitched in to help her, but there was still a great deal to be done, and not enough hours in the day to deal with it.
Father Tres reported in at least once a day. He and Mary worked together securing the Palace grounds. The two of them were working to secure any possible leaks in the Palace. Mary had found the one maid who had started the story that Esther was missing. She was young and prone to fits of anxiety. The two women conferred and decided to let her go. The second night, Ion came to see her, escorted by Virgil. "Good evening, Esther."
"Good evening." Esther smiled. "I hope you're doing well."
"I am. Father Nightroad and I are working on the Underground with Lord Walsh." He came forward and settled into a chair, and his smile was rueful. "Actually, it's mostly Father Nightroad who's working."
"Lord Fortuna has been assisting me in maintaining contact with Father Nightroad." Virgil took a seat as well. "The Father is currently working in some of our more secure sections of the Underground. He's assisting me with the software protections."
"I see. How is it going?"
"Quite well. I estimate that we'll be finished in half the time I originally suggested we might need." His eyes were dark, distant. "That man…I don't know how he does it. But he's even accessed the deepest sections. And his talents are incredible." Esther found herself remembering Carthage, and Istvan. In both locations, she'd seen Abel handle technology that had been lost for ages. Though he'd never indicated he's studied computers, he'd known the commands. She frowned, trying to recollect those incidents. He'd given some sort of pass…she remembered that from Istvan. An identification code that had allowed him to destroy the Star of Sorrow with a single command.
"Your Majesty?" Esther blinked, then realized that both men were staring at her.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking a moment." She met Virgil's gaze. "Are things going all right with Father Nightroad? I realize he might be doing things a bit strangely but…is there something that concerns you?"
"That man has access to the core programming for the entire Ghetto. However…" Virgil's eyes were thoughtful. "I don't believe he has any ill intention. He's allowed me to look over the work he's doing, and duplicate it, and what he's done…is a great benefit. I believe there is no cause for concern. However, I'd like to continue to monitor him."
"Of course. I'd appreciate it if both of you would keep me informed of what's going on. And Lord Ion…" She hesitated. "Please tell Father Nightroad I send my greetings."
"I will. Would you like to me to pass on a request for him to come see you?"
"No…not right now." She blushed slightly. "I'm sure Father Nightroad is very busy." They spoke for a few minutes more, and then Esther returned to her paperwork, and Ion and Virgil left to return to the Ghetto. After that, the young Earl of Memphis came to visit frequently. He took to stopping in about every other night to speak with her. Esther enjoyed the visits. She found the friendly conversation soothing, and Ion's reassurances to be very helpful. But he and Virgil took great care to keep her up to date on what was happening. And as the time passed without incident, Esther began to relax a little. However, one thing continued to bother her. Abel. Since they'd arrived in Albion, she hadn't seen him. He did send messages, with Ion or Virgil, and he kept her up to date on his actions, but he never came and spoke with her. Despite Ion's friendship and warmth, she found she missed Abel's presence. The warm, reassuring friend and father figure she loved, the companion who had so often been behind her…she missed his being there.
Worse was the feeling that he was deliberately distancing himself from her, as he had before. And though she wanted to speak with him, she couldn't bring herself to go into the Ghetto. The memories of the last time she'd followed him there were too vivid. She was reluctant to bring them out again. So she left it alone, and let him work in peace. A month after her return, Virgil appeared in her office with a message. "Your Majesty…there is a call from the Empire for you. It was indicated as a private call."
"Oh?" Esther set her pen down. "Please, put it through."
"Yes, Your Majesty." He turned on the com panel on her desk, then straightened. "I will leave you to take your call. Please, feel free to contact me if you need something." Before she could even reply, he bowed and left the room. Seconds later, a familiar face appeared in the air above her desk. Esther smiled. "Good evening, Your Imperial Highness."
"Good evening." Seth smiled, and tapped one hand to the side of her face. "But Esther, you should know by now…it's just Seth."
"Yes, of course." Esther nodded. "I trust you're doing well."
"Pretty well. Things have been a lot quieter for me than they have for you." Seth grinned. "I heard you were back a while ago, but as I remember, it usually takes some time to get caught up, so I thought I'd give you a little time to settle back in."
"Thank you. I appreciate the courtesy." Esther smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair out of her face self-consciously. "There's a lot to be done, but I think I'm almost caught up again." She looked away. "Did you hear…about Father Nightroad?"
Seth nodded. "I did hear that Abel rescued you, and that he's currently in Albion, working on security of some sort." She paused. "How is he?"
"I'm not really sure." Esther felt a sad smile cross her face. "I haven't seen him since we arrived here. He's remained in the Underground. Ion…I mean the Earl of Memphis…has been kind enough to bring me reports, so I suppose he's all right, but he hasn't spoken to me."
"Oh brother." Seth sighed. "Have you gotten to talk to him at all?"
"I did speak to him a few times, on our journey to the Vatican. I was afraid he was angry with me but…he says it's not that. The one time I spoke to him, he would only tell me that he was…ashamed." She bit her lip. "And I haven't had a chance to speak with him since."
"Ah." Seth sighed. "Still the same old Abel." She settled back. "I was hoping he'd have relaxed a little by now."
"Please…I don't understand." Esther looked into the green eyes of the other girl. "If you don't mind…do you know something about Father Nightroad's condition? Is there something I can help with?"
"Well, I'm not really sure. It's really Abel's problem, you know." Seth sighed again. "But I think…I think Brother Abel is probably still pretty scared."
"Scared?" Esther considered. She remembered, he'd said something like that to Caterina. "But why?"
"Hmmm…I really ought to let Abel tell you that. But since he probably won't, I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you a general idea." Seth sat up straight. "I think I told you once, that Abel isn't my only brother."
"Yes. You mentioned there were two boys." That had been when Seth was pretending to be a tea seller, but she'd remembered it.
"Well, my other brother had a really bad accident once, and Abel…Abel wanted to save him. So we used a Crusnik fusion on him, like what the Cardinal Sforza used on Abel. But…something went wrong that time." Seth's voice went soft, and her eyes were dark with unhappiness. "We still don't know what happened, but he…my other brother…he went crazy. He even…killed someone very dear to Abel." Seth grimaced. "Abel…when I spoke with him before…he's afraid the same thing will happen to him." The green eyes met Esther's. "He's afraid he'll change like that." A small smile touched her mouth. "I really don't think it will happen. My brother Abel just isn't that kind of person. But he is the kind who would worry about that. So he's still afraid. Even after he's had months to recover Abel is…very concerned."
"I see. Is there anything I can do?"
Seth ran a hand through her short black hair. "I'm not sure. Really, what Abel needs is to be around people. He needs to allow himself some interaction, to reaffirm the connections he has. I really think you'd be good for him, but I don't know how you'll drag him out of his hole." That wry, rueful smile flashed across her face again. "Abel can be very stubborn."
"Yes, he can." Esther bowed her head. "Thank you for telling me about this. I'll do whatever I can, and I promise I'll let you know if anything happens."
"Thanks Esther." There was a noise off in the background. Seth blinked. "Ahh…it's time for my Council meeting. I gotta run. But it was good to speak with you, Esther."
"You as well." Esther smiled, and a moment later, the image on her desk winked out. Esther stared at the com panel for a few moments, then went back to the work she'd been doing. Seth's words remained in her mind over the next few days. Though she said nothing of it to Ion or Virgil, she considered it often. Finally, she decided to address her thoughts to the young Methuselah lord. Ion came the next night. The sat chatting for a few moments, and were enjoying a friendly silence, when Esther spoke. "I've been meaning to ask you…about Father Nightroad. Is he…does he talk to you often?"
"Well...I talk to him almost every night. But it's strange. He rarely ever meets with me. I've been staying with Lord Walsh mostly." Ion's eyes looked off into the distance. "When I travelled with him, he was like that, a little bit. He would speak to me, but he went off on his own a great deal. It's almost like…it's as if he was avoiding me somewhat. But I never asked him about it. After what happened…"
"I understand. I was just wondering." They spoke for a few more minutes and then Ion left again. Two hours later, Virgil came in to give a report on the Ghetto. "I believe the new security will be ready within the next three days, Your Majesty."
"I see. And what do you intend to do next?"
"With your permission, Vanessa and I would like to formally staff the safe houses and the Embassy. It would be useful to have ears on the surface and in the city. Also, considering we now have an Imperial Envoy in residence, I think it would be a good idea to have a place for him to reside, other than the informal rooms in the Palace and the Ghetto."
"That's an excellent idea. If you'd like to bring that up in Council tomorrow, I'll give you my full support. Have you spoken to Colonel Spencer about this?"
"I have not. I wished to know how you felt about it first. However, I will speak with her on the matter this evening."
"All right." She hesitated. "And what of Father Tres and Father Nightroad? I know Father Tres is working with Colonel Spencer on maintaining other security but…did you wish to request his services?"
"Not at this time. It's better if Vanessa's forces handle things for now. However, I'm not sure what we should do about Father Nightroad. His aid in the Ghetto is invaluable, however…"
"I understand. I actually have an idea. When you finish implementing the computer security…please tell him I requested he report to me."
"As you wish." Virgil bowed, and talk turned to other matters. Mary was in full agreement with establishing the safe houses. In her own words, the more trusted eyes they had in the city, the better. The next day, when the Council of Lords met, both she and Esther threw their full weight behind Virgil's request for assistance. The motion passed with no trouble. That evening, Vanessa came to Esther's office with a list of possible staff and security for the Embassy and the way-station houses. She and Colonel Spencer spent an hour or so discussing ways to check those assigned, both for allegiance and for possible tampering by outside forces. Tres also contributed his input, and even Virgil joined in with some practical suggestions. Ion offered to assist as well. He had experience with the manipulation techniques that Dietrich used, and it was agreed his knowledge would be valuable.
It was a very successful meeting, and Esther went to bed that night feeling relieved. She as looking forward to seeing her subjects from the Ghetto and Londinium get the chance to mingle. It was the only way to prove to people that Methuselah weren't monsters. Hopefully, it would ease tension between the races and pave the way for peace. The next morning, Esther woke, then stretched and went to the window. Looking through the glass, she found herself smiling. In the meeting, Mary had suggested making the staff partly human, and partly Methuselah. Surprisingly, she'd already discussed it with some of her officers, and found some volunteers. It appeared that during the reconstruction of the Palace, several of the Methuselah workers and human palace staff had found a chance to mingle and speak with each other. She smiled out at the clean unmarked front of the Palace. The work had been finished a few days prior. She hoped it was a good omen for what she planned to do.
She looked at it for a moment longer, then turned and began to get ready for the day. There was a great deal of work to be done regarding the project of the way-houses, and she wanted it done as soon as possible. She was finishing up some supply paperwork that evening when a soft knock on the door startled her. She looked up, a bit surprised when no one entered. Then she set her pen aside. "Enter." The door opened, and Abel walked into the room. He strode to the center of her office, then bowed. "Your Majesty. Lord Walsh informed me that you wished me to report to you upon completion of the software security."
"Yes. I did. Are you finished with your work, then?" Esther sat back, watching him as she spoke. He raised his head, but he didn't look at her. Instead he looked at something on the far wall. "I've completed most of it. The main systems are protected, and the civilian residence areas have new security in place. There are still more tests that could be run, but I believe it's fairly safe, Your Majesty."
"Thank you. But please Father, you needn't be so formal. After all, you were my partner before…and you are someone I consider a very dear friend. Please, have a seat."
"As you wish." He moved forward and settled into a seat, still not quite looking at her. In the light of the lamps, she saw the paleness of his face, and the tension in his frame. "Your Majesty…"
"Esther." She cut him off. "Please Father…I'd appreciate it if you'd call me by name. It just…it feels strange for you to address me so formally." He relaxed, just a fraction. "Very well, Miss Esther." He bowed his head slightly. "Is there anything else you needed to speak with me about?"
"Yes actually." Esther chewed on her lip thoughtfully for a moment, trying to frame her question. "Now that you've finished your work with Virgil, what do you plan to do?"
"I'm not sure. Patrol Londinium perhaps. I know Tres is working with your military advisor, and I've told them both everything I know about the Order. I suppose I will simply look for any clues I can find."
"I see." Esther thought a moment. "Actually Father, I have a request for you." Abel blinked and finally looked at her. "Yes?"
"Lord Walsh is starting a new project for me and I…" She paused, then smiled a little. "I was wondering if you would agree to take over his duty of watching over me in the evenings. To ease his workload a little. You'll still be able to consult with him, and with Father Tres and the Earl of Memphis. But I'd feel much safer, and I think Lord Walsh might feel better easier about his work as well." Abel stiffened. "Miss Esther…"
"Please Father. I think it would help a great deal. I know it would lighten Lord Walsh's workload. If you could work with him and Colonel Spencer…."
"Miss Esther…I'm not sure it is a wise decision." He sighed, then rose and went to the window. "Your court will certainly have something to say about it. And I…" he stopped. She stood, and moved to stand beside him. "I know. I spoke to Lady Caterina, and to Seth."
"Seth?" He blinked.
"Yes. She told me, when we first started holding conferences on the matter of the Alliance, that she was your sister. She also told me that you might be…unsettled. She asked me to make sure you weren't alone too much."
Abel sighed again. "Esther….I…"
"I know. And you don't have to stay up here the whole time. After all, the Count of Manchester and Colonel Spencer will both be working with me, and I'm sure the Earl of Memphis and Father Tres are also watching over me. but I…I miss having you by my side, Father." He looked out into the darkness. "Esther…I…I appreciate your confidence in me but…" His head bowed. "I don't have that confidence in myself, not yet. And even if I did…" he paused a moment. "I have to continue to pursue Rosenkreutz…and him."
"I know Father." She swallowed back the lump in her throat at the sudden coldness in his voice. "However, if you'd consent to take rooms here, and take guard duty…perhaps three to four nights a week. And then take the rest of the time to hunt the Order and take care of security matters. It would be a great help. Besides, it isn't…Father Nightroad, I think…I don't think it's good for you to be alone with this too much." She reached out, and laid a careful hand on his arm. Abel stiffened a moment, then sighed and relaxed. "You really have been talking to Seth, haven't you?" he looked out the window, lost in thought for a few moments. Finally, he turned to her and bowed, carefully. "Very well. I will…accept your request. If you'll work out with the others when you wish for me to take the watch, I'll take over then."
"And will you consent to take rooms here? After all, it makes a great deal more sense if you work and sleep here. You'll be right nearby in case of an emergency." She saw the tension in his face. "If you wish, I can ask for your rooms to be in the private wing of the palace. It's quieter there. You won't have to face as many people."
"I…thank you." His voice was soft. "That would probably be best."
"All right. I'll discuss it with Virgil later this evening." She smiled. "Thank you Father." He looked at her for a moment, his eyes shadowed behind his glasses. Then he bowed. "You're welcome. Is there anything further you need, Miss Esther?"
"No." He started to turn away, but she caught one sleeve, remembering a time when he had once greeted her after a long absence. "Father…" she smiled. "It's been a while, hasn't it? I look forward to working with you." He looked surprised for a moment, then she saw the memory in his gaze. Real amusement, the first she'd seen since their reunion, touched the winter blue eyes and curved the corner of his mouth into a faint smile. He looked again as she was used to him looking, bemused and slightly amused. And when he spoke, the darkness that clouded his tone had slipped away, yielding to the gentle amusement in that smile. "Yes. Same here." He bowed once more, and then slipped out the door. Virgil appeared an hour later, and Mary shortly after that. The two of them outlined a plan with the safe-houses. As Esther had predicted, it was going to take a lot of time, effort and supervision. Mary sighed. "It's going to be tough, handling all this and guard details." Esther nodded. "I have a solution, to help with that, actually. I thought…I thought you might be stretched a bit thin…so I asked Father Nightroad if he'd be willing to help with guarding me. He said he'd be willing to take shifts three or four nights a week."
"The Father…yes, he would be an excellent guard." Mary nodded thoughtfully. "Despite his appearance, he's quite talented. I did some research when he arrived here, and spoke with Father Tres. He said Father Nightroad had…unparalleled skills." Virgil nodded as well, and the three of them spent a few minutes discussing possible rotations of guards, as well as Palace quarters for Abel. She was a little surprised when neither of her advisors objected to housing Abel in what was supposed to be the Royal Wing, but Virgil only shrugged. "If he is to be your guard for the evenings, it only makes sense. He should be nearby, in case of emergency. I believe the room across the hall will be suitable. It is close enough for him to respond to your needs, and yet far enough away to maintain the expected standards of propriety." He turned his gaze to Esther. "Shall I have the servants arrange it?"
"Yes, please." Esther smiled. "I suppose I ought to get used to giving my own orders. But it still feels strange to me." Mary chuckled. "In this case, it's actually better if you let Lord Walsh or I give the commands. After all, it prevents odd rumors floating around, which there will be if the maids heard you requesting rooms for a priest, especially one you were known to be close to before." Esther flushed. She knew quite well what kinds of rumors Mary was referring to. "It's not like that. The Father is…very proper." Mary nodded. "Virgil and I are aware of that." She bowed. "Do not worry, Majesty. We won't allow any such rumor to be spread." Esther flushed again. "Thank you." They returned to their work. It was only later that Esther considered Mary's words again. Father Nightroad. She cared for him, very deeply, she knew that. He'd been her friend and her guardian for her years in the AX. She looked up to him, a great deal. She considered it. She did love him. But…she sighed. Seeing him die had been one of the worst moments of her life. Worse than when Bishop Laura had died. And it bothered her when he avoided her, as he had been doing. But she'd been raised in a church, and she knew that there were several different kinds of love. A daughter's love. A friend's love. A student's love for a gentle, supportive teacher. She sighed again, then decided to put the matter out of her mind. Things were already confused enough between the two of them. Besides…she remembered the haunted look in his eyes all too well.
And she remembered his grief, for the woman who had lain in the coffin in the ancient crypt, and the pain he had borne at the death of Sister Noelle. The sister had loved him, and he had certainly cared for her. With everything that had happened, now was not the time to burden him with these sorts of questions. The next night, Virgil appeared at her door with Abel in tow. Watching them walk in, Esther was struck by how similar the two men were. Business-like, dressed in their working clothes (a plain suit for Virgil and a priest's cassock for Abel). Both men came forward, Abel a step or so behind Virgil, then stopped and offered her a bow. "Good evening, Majesty."
"Good evening, Lord Walsh. And you as well Father Nightroad." Esther nodded back. Virgil straightened. "As we discussed, I will leave Father Nightroad here to guard you. If you have no duties for me to look into, then I will take my leave of you for the evening, Majesty. There are some matters in the Ghetto that Vanessa has asked me to help her attend to."
"Of course. I wish you the best of luck." She smiled. "You were also planning to start selecting the staff for the way-houses and the Embassy this evening, weren't you?"
"Yes Majesty." Virgil didn't quite smile, but she could tell he was looking forward to it. He wasn't really a people person, not with his quiet manner. And he certainly liked the machines and the activity of his underground city more than he liked court. But still, she knew he enjoyed spending time among his people, and the opportunity to offer them a chance to be out in Londinium openly, for the first time in centuries, had to be exciting him. She waved him away, and he bowed once more, then left the office in the quick stride she was learning to associate with an excited state of mind for him. Abel stood still in the center of the room. Esther offered him a smile, then gestured him to sit in one of the chairs. He settled into it willingly enough, but he still seemed ill at ease. Esther watched him for a few moments. "Is there something wrong, Father Nightroad?"
"Well, not particularly…it's just that…" Abel gave a sigh. "I feel rather useless, simply sitting here. I know that you asked for me to come and guard you, and I know it's a very important task..." he offered her a faint, sheepish grin. "But I do feel I should be doing something." She knew that feeling very well. Esther considered a moment, then hesitantly picked up a few folders off her desk. "Father…if you'd like something to do…" she held out the folders. "Because of the recent attacks, and the continuing unrest lately, Colonel Spencer has been collecting reports from the watch stations and security details around the city. We haven't found anything, other than the lead that took us to that house but…if you wanted to go through these…you might see something we haven't. I mean, you have more experience with this sort of thing, don't you?"
"I…well, yes, I suppose so. Abel blinked. "When I was working in the AX, this type of job was rather frequent. But are you sure you wouldn't rather leave that to the Colonel? I wouldn't like to offend her by interfering in her job after all."
"I'm sure Colonel Spencer will be more than happy with any help you can give her." Esther smiled. Abel nodded, a little hesitantly, then stood and took the folders from the desk. He settled back in his chair, and flipped open the first file. Ten minutes later, he was slouched in the seat, staring intently at the information on the page. His glasses were pushed in an absent-minded fashion up to bridge of his nose, and his face was still and calm. After a few moments he pulled a pen from somewhere in his cassock, and began to make note of things on a separate piece of paper. Esther smiled, remembering how often she'd seen him in that pose of concentration before. She turned back to her own work, and was gratified to note that Abel blinked and shot her a quick glance, then returned to reading. It wasn't much, but at least he was paying attention to his surroundings a little, which would keep Virgil and Mary from worrying too much. The evenings after that began to fall into a sort of pattern. Abel stayed with her three nights out of seven. Those nights, he settled in the chair, absorbed in the reports Colonel Spencer brought in and taking notes, while she did her own work. When she was ready to retire Abel would lay aside his own work, and escort her to her rooms. He would wait outside while she prepared for bed, then enter and check all the windows and doors for any signs of tampering or openings.
Then he bid her good night, and took his leave. He was very quiet, but one night Esther woke from a restless sleep, and saw the shadow of soundless footsteps in the hall, a comforting sign of his presence. Abel rarely appeared on the nights he didn't have duty. Nor was he often found in the halls during the daylight hours. That first week, Virgil reported that he returned to the Ghetto every dawn after his shift. However as the days went by, he began to spend a little time in his appointed rooms. Though he was still far quieter than she remembered, he was no longer so blatantly avoiding her. He spoke to her when he came to guard her, and when she ran across him in the hall, and his voice began to carry again the warmth and gentleness she remembered. Perhaps two weeks after he began guarding her, Ion came up to visit. Esther greeted him with her customary warmth. They chatted for a few minutes, and Esther asked how he was doing. Ion smiled. "Actually, it's gotten a bit better recently. I've gotten used to the Ghetto. But it's strange…Father Nightroad seems to have become more of his old self recently.
He's…smiling again, just a little." Esther's return grin was heart felt. "That's good to hear." Three weeks after Abel began working with Esther's files, Mary entered the office. Her face was composed, but her eyes were shining with suppressed excitement. She bowed to Esther. "Your Majesty, I have some information. But before I speak, my I request that you call Father Nightroad?"
Virgil rose from his seat. "Then he was correct?"
"He was." Mary smiled. Then she saw the confusion on Esther's face and bowed again. "My apologies, Majesty. Father Nightroad offered me some information last week, and I wished to tell him of the results."
"Of course. Lord Walsh, if you could call the Father." Esther smiled. "And Colonel Spencer…would you like to call for some tea? You look thirsty."
"Thank you, majesty." Mary stuck her head out the door and spoke to a guard, while Virgil used the communication system to call Abel. Twenty minutes later, Abel arrived in the office. He looked at Mary. "Colonel Spencer, I understand you had news for me?"
"Yes. I followed the notes you made, regarding gang activities and movements in the older districts. I wished to inform you personally that we managed to locate a small cell of Fleur du mal terrorists. They are currently in custody. Vanessa agreed to take them so I could bring you the news." She gave a small bow, the greeting of an equal. "It was good work you did, Father. I am most impressed."
"Well, thank you. I'm glad I was able to assist you then." He sighed. "I don't suppose you've any information from the men you caught yet?"
"No, Not yet. But we'll do our best."
"I see, Please keep me informed."
"Of course, Father. It's the least we can do." The conversation was interrupted by a light knock on the door, and a maid entered, pushing a small tea cart. Virgil stepped over and took the cart from her and the maid curtsied. "Do you need anything else, my lords?"
"No. We'll serve ourselves this evening. You may go." Virgil pulled the cart forward into the room. The maid curtsied again and left. Virgil set out the cups, then tilted the tea pot. "Tea, Your majesty?"
"Yes of course. Milk and a spoon of sugar." Virgil nodded and set it out, then brought her cup and placed it on the corner of the desk. "And you Father Nightroad?"
"Ah yes, please." He waited until Virgil poured the tea, then spoke hesitantly. "If you don't mind…milk and thirteen sugars." Virgil actually stopped, one hand over the cup. "My lord?"
Abel laughed and rubbed the back of his head, a sheepish expression on his face. "I know… it is rather odd. But I sometimes have an extreme urge for sugar, and I happen to like it in my tea, so…"
"As you wish." Virgil turned his attention back to the task of spooning the sugar without spilling tea all over the cart. Mary watched with an amused smile on her face. Finally, tea was served and settled. Virgil and Mary began discussing various considerations about the prisoners, and Abel joined in. He was mostly quiet, but seeing him standing there, sipping his tea (more sugar than tea) and speaking with the others, made Esther's heart fill with a quiet happiness. After so long, it felt like they had finally both come home.
dragonwriter24cmf (AN) AUTHOR'S NOTES: It's a long chapter again…but action heats up next chapter!.
(AN) AUTHOR'S NOTES: That's all for now folks stay in tuned for chapter eight more action will be taking on from when we reach chapters 9, 10 and more onward soon we'll be entering quite soon one of favourite planed parts and scenarios within TBWC I made with dragonwriter24cmf But I am no telling until we reach that designated chapters. Until next time TTFN ^^
