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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 addition 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 shape of or on imagination then do not read this story.
Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Twenty One - Warning of Intent
There was a long silence after Esther's words. Through her euphoria, Esther gradually became aware of the cooling air and the rough gravel under her knees. She didn't want to move from his embrace, but it was a little uncomfortable. She was considering saying something when Abel shifted, then lifted them both to their feet. "You know, we really ought to be getting back inside. Your advisors won't appreciate it if I let you catch cold." His voice was his old, teasing tone, roughened by the emotions of the past hour.
Esther nodded. "You're right of course, Father."
"Abel, if you don't mind." She blinked up at him, startled, and saw a sheepish grin on his face, just visible in the lamplight. He shrugged, and rubbed the back of his head self-consciously. "After all that…you might call me by my name. Besides…having someone I've proposed to call me 'Father' is…a little odd, don't you think? Even if I am much older than you." She heard the teasing note in his voice, and felt an answering smile touch her lips.
"All right…Abel." It was a little harder than she'd expected, but she'd never before called him by his name aloud.
"That's better." He turned toward the path, and held out his arm invitingly. "Shall we, Miss Esther?"
She took his arm with one hand, holding the ring he'd given her with the other and flushing slightly with happiness. "You know, you can use my name as well. You don't have to call me Miss Esther. Besides, it's not as if you've never called me that before."
She felt him miss a step beside her. "That is true, I suppose. Although… considering I haven't actually asked you…" He sighed. "I know it's not the best thing but…I'd prefer not to…not to make too much fuss."
"I understand." And she did. Certainly, they didn't want the Order of Rosenkreutz to hear about it. Or his brother. For that matter, Esther wasn't entirely sure about how the nobles of her own court would take the whole thing. She knew he wasn't an ordinary priest, but she was one of the very few that did, and she doubted he wanted to expose his past to everyone. She shook her thoughts away from that path. After all, they'd just agreed to wait until the business with the Order was settled. There would time enough for all these considerations later. She smiled, and leaned into his warm presence. Her smile widened as he shifted his weight to accommodate her.
The journey back to the main Palace felt surreal, and far too short for Esther's liking. As they approached the stairs, she gently disengaged herself from Abel. She didn't let go of his arm, but she shifted her grip to the more informal handclasp the two of them had used before. His fingers wrapped obligingly around hers, warm and gentle. She felt the solid weight in her other hand, and looked down.
In the clear light of the Palace lamps, the ring he'd given her was even more wondrous. The stone wasn't ruby, she knew that, but it certainly glowed with all the intensity of a gemstone. A deep red, veined with black, it was like a fire-lit coal come to life, polished to a shine. It was a wide band, and braided around it were thin strands of metal wire, gleaming silver and gold and copper in the light. Esther caught her breath. "This is…it's magnificent. Did you…really make this?"
"Yes. I…I found the stone on Mars, while outside our dome one day. And then I…I scavenged the wire from around the colony." The odd roughness to Abel's voice made her look up.
He was looking ahead, up the hallway but, to her surprise, there were tears spilling down his cheeks, falling to his uniform. Esther stopped, looking at him in surprise and concern. "Are you all right? What's wrong?"
Abel blinked. "What?" He stopped beside her, then reached up one hand to his own face, his eyes widening as his fingers encountered the teardrops. "I…I'm very sorry. I…I don't know what came over me." He pulled off his glasses and began to fish for a handkerchief.
Esther reached into her sleeve and pulled out her own, then gently dabbed the dampness from his face. "It's all right. You don't need to apologize for your feelings. But if there's something bothering you…I'd like for you to tell me."
He shook his head. "It's not like that, really. To be honest…I hadn't realized it was happening." A smile touched his face, sweet and sad and sheepish all at once. "It's not that I'm troubled, it's just…" He took a deep breath. "I…really didn't think…I didn't dare hope that you'd…that you'd accept me. After what I said that night, and what happened to you. And after what I told you…I…didn't dare hope. And now…" He swallowed hard, and one hand came up, to touch her wrist, and stroke a thumb across the ring she held. "I cannot…" He stopped, then suddenly pulled her into a gentle embrace. "I cannot remember when I felt so overjoyed. I feel as if…as if I cannot get my balance, and I don't really care." He paused, and she heard the shyness in his voice. "I…suppose I'm just a little overwhelmed, that's all. Truly."
She heard the sincerity in his voice, and she knew quite well what he meant. She felt more than a little overwhelmed herself. And curled into the broad strong chest, she was also feeling a little off balance. She smiled against the uniform. "I understand. I was a little shocked myself. When you said those things…I was surprised. But I'm glad you did." She looked up into his eyes.
"Yes well…so am I." He returned her smile with a rather sheepish, silly grin. Then his eyes darkened slightly. "I was…truly afraid to. But…while we were hunting for you…I told the Professor…what you said to me, that night. And he told me…if I loved you enough to try and protect you…that I ought to tell you how I felt." The smile touched his face again. "Or at least, it was something like that."
Esther flushed. "He said something similar to me. Actually…I was a little confused this morning, and he told me to talk to Caterina, and to you. And he listened, when I spoke with him. He really is a very kind person, isn't he?" She paused, remembering what else she'd heard from William. "You know…you really need to talk with him."
"Hmmm, well I do owe him a thank you." Abel shifted slightly.
"That too." Esther moved to touch his face, bringing his eyes back to hers. "But it's more than that. I think you need to speak to him…for his sake." She saw the startled question in his gaze. "He thinks…he told me, this morning when I spoke to him…he told me he's afraid. He's afraid that his experiments and the fact that he keeps an eye on your health…that he's been tormenting you all this time. He said he was concerned, that you were suffering because of him. And I think he's really worried about it."
"Good Lord." Abel's words were a mere breath, and she saw shock and pity in the blue eyes. He took a deep breath. "I had no idea…you're right. I do need to speak to him." He shook his head. "I'll admit, he does make me nervous sometimes. And sometimes…I do have trouble. But he's always been very gentle, and he does listen to what I say." His eyes were thoughtful, and after a moment, he shook his head again. "I've sometimes been exasperated by his work, but he's never hurt me. Nor do I feel that he has caused me undue suffering. Actually…" A sad smile touched his mouth. "He's gone out of his way to protect me more than once, and he's taken very good care of me."
Esther touched his face again. "Well, if you feel that way, that's something you should tell him."
He nodded. "You're absolutely right." He turned his head slightly to brush her fingertips with a kiss, then looked into her eyes. "As soon as I've seen you to your quarters, I'll check to see if he's awake. If he is, I will tell him tonight. And if not…then I'll be sure to speak to him first thing tomorrow." He let out a deep, slightly shaken breath. "Really, I had no idea…"
"It's all right. I'm sure the Professor will understand." She smiled, and saw a ghost of a grin appear on his face. "Now then, I should probably be getting back to my rooms." Her smile turned rueful. "After all, it's late, and I have plenty of work to catch up on tomorrow."
"You're quite correct." Abel returned her grin with a matching one, then gently wrapped his fingers around hers.
Esther felt the pressure of the ring in her hand once more. She looked down. "It really is beautiful." She fingered it, then experimentally tried it on her hand. It was too big. She sighed. "It's a shame I can't wear it properly."
"Hmmm…and there's no way to resize it either." Abel made a face. Then he gently took it from her hand. "If you'll allow me." He slipped behind her, and she felt a slight tug on the chain bearing the locket. She felt the chain come loose, then refasten, and something heavy slid down to clink against the silver medallion. She looked down to see the ring nestled beside it. "Will that do?"
"I…yes, of course." She felt emotion threatening to make her knees weak again, and brushed a hand across her eyes. "But it really is getting late…"
"Yes. Sorry." He did sound genuinely contrite as he stepped up beside her and offered her his hand once more. Esther took it, and they made their way slowly back through the corridors.
The journey felt almost as unreal as the one from the gardens. Despite that, Esther found herself wavering on her feet, exhausted by the emotions she'd experienced. By the time they reached her door, she could barely keep her eyes open. Abel brought her to her rooms and opened them for her, then saw her settled in bed. He waited until she was settled, then lifted one of her hands in his and brushed a gentle kiss across it. "Good night, Esther. Sleep well." Then he turned to the door and vanished through it.
"Good night…Abel." Esther yawned, and within minutes, she was fast asleep.
She woke the next morning to sunlight touching her face from a half opened curtain. A glance at the clock told her she'd slept in. She sat up quickly, rubbing sleep from her eyes, and was startled by a slight clink. She looked down.
A red ring hung next to a small silver locket, still hanging from her neck. Feeling just a little dazed, Esther reached down and took the two items in her hand. Last night…it wasn't all a dream then. Father Nightroad…Abel…he really did promise me. And he…he gave me these…. She ran her fingers over the smooth ring, the braided wire, and the engraving on the locket, her mind reliving the events of the evening.
A knock startled her back to the present. She looked up, just as Virgil entered. "Lord Walsh." She remembered the time, and blushed. "I apologize. It appears I slept late again."
He shook his head. "There is no need for concern." He bowed slightly. "I hope you will forgive the liberty, but I ordered your maids to leave you to rest as long as you needed. I felt that you could perhaps use the time to recover your spirits. If you feel I have erred, you have my deepest apologies."
Esther shook her head. "I feel a little guilty, sleeping in like that, but… I don't feel you overstepped. Actually, I'm rather grateful. But I really do need to get back to work, don't I?"
"As you wish." He stepped forward and handed her a dressing gown, then gave her a hand up. "Breakfast is prepared in the other room, Your Majesty."
"Thank you. Have you eaten?" She looked up at him.
"I have. I have also gone through your paperwork. I have a list of the things that need to be taken care of most immediately. However, it can wait until after you've eaten."
"No. It's fine. I am rather behind." She settled into her chair, allowed him to serve her a plate of bacon and eggs and juice, along with some fruit. "Please, sit down."
"Thank you." He settled into the opposite chair, and withdrew a sheet of paper. He glanced up as he opened it, and his eyes settled on the necklace. "Your Majesty…if I may enquire…that medallion…"
Esther blinked, then felt a slow blush rising to her cheeks. "Oh, yes. Father Nightroad gave it to me last night. He said it was something to give me encouragement, in dangerous times."
One pale eyebrow rose. "Then I take it you have reached a decision regarding the Father?"
"Yes." Esther lifted one hand to touch the locket again. "It's all right now. He and I…we've come to understand each other." There was so much more she could have said, but she wasn't sure how to say it. As much as she liked Virgil, he was still nobility, and still her advisor. She had no idea what he'd say if she told him she'd fallen in love with the Vatican priest who'd been her mentor. Much less if she told him that she'd agreed to wait until after the war, and then marry him.
The eyebrow rose a fraction higher, but his face remained otherwise impassive. After a moment, he nodded slightly. "I am pleased to hear that, Your Majesty. Shall I request his return to guard duty, then? I was informed this morning that he has recovered."
"I…if he feels up to it, please do. After all, you have things you need to do as well. She nodded. "I'm sure you'll be relieved."
He inclined his head once more. "I confess, I am relieved that you and he have come to a reconciliation. And the more guards you have, the more at ease I feel." His eyes flicked to the paper in his hand. "Now then, Your Majesty, regarding the matters that need attending to…"
They went over the basic items for discussion while she ate her meal. Most of them were routine matters involving the city but there were also several suggestions and questions about increased Palace security, and security for the nobles. A system of password recognitions or facial recognitions had been suggested, but Esther knew both would be ineffective against the Order. After all, Dietrich could possess someone, and both Kampfer and Kaspar could transform. It wouldn't take much for them to get past the guards in either case. Even knowing that, she agreed that something needed to be done, if only to set the nobles at ease. As she finished, she requested Virgil gather Mary and Vanessa, to meet in her office as soon as she was done getting ready. The golden-haired advisor nodded and left, and Esther turned her concentration to getting dressed.
When she arrived at her office, escorted by the guards, all three of them were waiting for her. Unfortunately, the rest of the morning proved rather frustrating. Try as they might, none of them could think of a way to neutralize the advantage the Order possessed. After three hours of discussion, Mary sat back with a sigh. "This is very troublesome. We need to be assured of the safety of Your Majesty. However, with an enemy that can both transform his appearance, or possess a member of the court by touch, it's extremely difficult. A DNA scan might alert us if they tried to impersonate someone, but is no defense against this…Puppet Master. And passwords recognitions can be stolen, and used. And it's difficult, even with the best equipment, to be sure if someone is being coerced." She rubbed her forehead. "And all this assumes that the next assault won't be similar to the one nine months ago, where they simply went through the back routes, hijacked the computer, and destroyed half the Palace."
"Hmph." Vanessa sat back with a scowl. "Just for a moment, let's assume there isn't just one solution out there." She scowled at her brother, and transferred the frown to Mary. "The problem is, we all want there to be one simple solution to the whole problem. And that might not be the case."
Esther blinked. "What do you mean?"
"I say we take each problem one at a time, and figure something out." She frowned. "For instance…how do we prevent another attack?"
Mary frowned. "It's not feasible to prevent one. They can attack us whether we like it or not. However, it is possible to prevent the devastating outcome of the last few attacks. More vigilance is required." She folded her hands. "However, the problem lies in our inability to detect spies. If our opponents are capable of taking any guise, or possessing a member of the court, how do we prevent them from approaching?"
Virgil sighed. "One option would be to confine the Court. In a state of wartime emergency, it is possible to ask the nobility and such to remain within the Palace. That strategy was used during the White Rebellion."
"True. That is a good starting point. However…how do we prevent it if there are traitors among us already?" Mary's brow furrowed in concentration.
"It isn't just that." Esther spoke up hesitantly. "If we…If we confine everyone here, then the country will suffer, won't it? After all…they won't be able to take care of things. And that…that could be bad, couldn't it?"
"True. Of course, we could adopt the opposite strategy. In fact, that might be more feasible." Virgil frowned. "Winter is approaching. In such conditions…I'm sure many people would prefer to be at home. Your Majesty has only to announce that you've disbanded the court for such reasons, and most people will depart. The central council will remain, but the number of potential dangers will decrease drastically."
Mary nodded. "I agree with Lord Walsh. That does seem like a more useful solution."
"Then I'll make the announcement tomorrow." Esther nodded. Actually, she was rather relieved. She wasn't used to the crowds of a full palace, and she felt rather worn out dealing with everyone.
"Very well. The question then remains…how to protect you from other intruders." Mary sighed. "Even with the reduced numbers, we'll be at risk."
"We can implement passwords. Also, it will take time, but if you wish, I can have a set of passive scanners created, similar to the ones which guard our elevators. It's not perfect, of course, but they can alert us to someone in disguise." Virgil sighed. "Unfortunately, that will take some time. As will programming them with the appropriate markers for those we wish to allow access to you, Majesty. Until then, you will be at risk."
Vanessa sat back. "You know…the Vatican seems to have fewer problems with this. Why don't we ask that Cardinal if she has any ideas? She might know a temporary measure or something that we can use." Her gaze met Esther's across the table. "After all, part of an alliance is to share information, right? So let's ask."
"That is…I think that is an excellent suggestion." Virgil rose and bowed. "If Your Majesty will permit…shall I go inquire as to whether or not the Cardinal is available?"
"I…yes, of course." Esther smiled. "If we're going to implement new defense strategies, then it's only right to include Lady Caterina. Actually, we should probably include our Imperial envoys as well."
Virgil nodded. "I believe they are resting. However, Vanessa and I had planned to give them a full briefing of our plans this evening when they arise."
"All right." Esther nodded, seeing the logic of that. "Then, will you please convey my request to Lady Caterina?"
"Yes, Your Majesty." Virgil bowed, and disappeared through the door.
He returned half an hour later, bowing for Caterina to enter before him. The Lady Cardinal was dressed in casual working attire, but she inclined her head with regal grace. "Your Majesty. I hope you'll pardon my attire."
"It's quite all right." Esther smiled and gestured the other woman to a seat. "I didn't ask you here for anything formal. I simply wanted to apprise you of the security plans we've made, and ask if you had any further suggestions." She laid out the plans they'd made, including the increased guard, and Virgil's plans for the sensors.
Caterina took notes, listening intently. When Esther finished, she laid her pen aside. "You're certainly taking several very wise precautions. In fact, if it isn't too much trouble, Lord Walsh, I wouldn't mind having a set of those sensors of yours to provide for His Holiness. I'm sure, with your assistance that the Professor can make the necessary programming and alterations."
"Quite correct. With Her Majesty's permission, I would be more than willing to provide them."
Esther nodded. "Of course."
Caterina folded her hands. "Your safest route is to limit contact with Her Majesty. While it's an unfortunate necessity, at the Vatican, very few people are allowed to see His Holiness unless they are vouched for and escorted by a select few individuals, or unless he gives his personal permission. Also, he is rarely alone with any such individuals."
"We had already considered that route. However, the problem is if one of those in a trusted position becomes possessed or is impersonated." Mary bowed her head. "I hate to even consider the possibility, but it isn't impossible that any one of us could be taken control of, or be overwhelmed and then replaced by an imposter."
"It would be more difficult than you fear." Caterina smiled grimly. "However…" She shifted one hand, and her cardinal's ring shifted, revealing a second narrow band. "In the Vatican, we've all learned to carry hidden trinkets, or some such. If our behavior is questioned, we have to produce those items, and give an exact recounting of where they came from, and from whom. I have more than one such, and so do all my agents. That was Father Havel's suggestion. It's unlikely that anyone attempting to impersonate you will have both the items and an accurate recollection of their history." She slipped the band back into place out of sight. "And, there is potentially one other precaution you could take, at least regarding Lady Esther." Her gaze slipped to Esther's face. "I'd heard that you and Father Nightroad have resolved your differences."
Esther blinked at the sudden change of topic. "I…well, yes, we did. But why…?"
"Then I'll lend him to you. I recommend you take him as a full time guard. If you can think of a way to do so without causing an uproar, take Abel to court with you at least once, before you disperse them." Caterina frowned. "As much as I may not like to say this, if you and he have reconciled, then he's your best protection."
Mary frowned. "I know Father Nightroad is strong, and skilled. However…it seems as if you have another reason for recommending him."
"I do. Abel cannot break someone free of possession, but he can identify them, at least sometimes. And he can always identify a change in identity or a shadow puppet such as the ones von Kampfer is known to favor." Caterina folded her hands in front of her face. "When the Order last infiltrated Rome, von Kampfer approached me in the guise of my uncle, the former Archbishop D'Este. The ruse was so good I confess even I fell for it. Abel did not. He's never met my uncle, to my knowledge, however when he arrived to help me, he was instantly aware that the man I faced was not who I thought he was."
"Impressive." Mary considered. "Now that you mention it, I recall that in the last attack, he used his powers, and managed to successfully target all of the possessed staff and shadow demons within eyesight. I was surprised. I didn't even see half of our attackers until the lightning struck."
"Precisely. If your greatest concern is the Queen's safety, then you need Father Nightroad at her side, as much as possible."
Esther flushed. "It's kind of you, Lady Caterina. But…if the danger is so great, surely you need him as much as I do."
Caterina shook her head. "At present, the Order appears to be targeting you, for some unknown reason. In that case, it only makes sense for you to have tighter protection. Besides, the Professor, Vaclav and Tres are fairly reliable. Even Leon is quite capable. Though I don't doubt the skills of your guards, I believe this is the best distribution of strength under the present circumstances." An ironic grin touched the corner of her mouth. "Besides, based on his recent behavior, I doubt Father Nightroad will accept any other terms."
Virgil made a soft noise that sounded almost like a chuckle. "It is true. He is rather interested in Her Majesty's welfare."
"Indeed." Caterina's gaze turned thoughtful. After a moment, she met Esther's eyes again. "With your permission, I will return to the Vatican." She frowned. "While it appears the Order is targeting you, it is still possible they are simply seeking to destroy the Alliance. If that is the case, then having two targets in this area increases Albion's danger drastically. I'd like to see how they move if we are spread out. It will tell us if their target is the Alliance, or if for some reason they are specifically targeting you."
Esther nodded. "That's true. Besides…" She gave the other woman a slightly rueful grin. "I know you have work that needs to be done in the Vatican, and His Holiness needs your support."
Caterina returned her smile with one of her own. "That's true. I have been away from His Holiness for a while this time." The smile widened, amusement in the steel grey eyes. "Brother's been quite irritable."
"Then…thank you for all your help. And I appreciate your loaning Father Nightroad to me for a while." Esther stood, then moved around the table and held out her hand. "Thank you, very much."
"You're quite welcome." Caterina took her hand, then rose as well, offering her a friendly glance. "I'll probably leave in two or three days. Until then, I believe we had some things we were discussing, Your Majesty."
"That's true." Esther turned back to her advisors. "Is there anything else we need to discuss here?"
"Not to my knowledge." Mary shook her head and rose from her seat. "Virgil, if you and Lady Vanessa would like to begin preparations for the sensor systems, I will escort Her Majesty and Her Excellency to the office, so they can attend to the matters they wish to handle."
"As you wish." Virgil rose. "If you will excuse me. I will begin work on the arrangements we discussed, and inform the Imperial envoy's when they awake of our plans. If you wish, Your Majesty, shall I send Father Nightroad to assist you?"
Esther felt a slow burn of red creep up her cheeks. She did want to see Abel again, but she wasn't at all sure how she'd react in his presence. The warmth of the previous night's conversation was still with her. Somehow, it didn't seem appropriate to kiss her guard, or a man who was supposed to be a Vatican priest. At least, not in front of witnesses.
Caterina saved her the trouble. "Actually, I'd appreciate it if you could send Abel to us. It's best if he knows what his new duties are and settles into them before I return to my post." She sighed. "Besides, with Abel, it's best to make sure he knows how to behave. Generally he's very competent, but if he's going to be representing the Vatican, I can't have him wandering around with candy in his pockets, or losing his ID card."
Esther stifled a giggle. "That is true. He is rather forgetful sometimes." She smiled at Virgil. "Please, send him to the office as soon as you find him."
"As you wish." He bowed, then exited the room, followed by his sister. Esther and Caterina exchanged a quick look, filled with amusement, and followed him.
They'd been working for over an hour when a knock interrupted them. Esther looked up as Abel opened the door and stepped inside. He moved forward, and bowed uncertainly. "Umm…excuse me if I'm interrupting anything, but….Lord Walsh said you wanted to see me."
"Indeed." Caterina studied him. "We've determined that you are to be Esther's permanent guard, until we've determined what the Order is going to do. I will be returning to the Vatican within the next three days. However, you will remain here." Her eyes were cool, appraising. "I trust you'll be able to handle the assignment?"
"Yes, of course." Abel blinked. "Permanent guard?"
"You are expected to remain with Her Majesty, or at least within earshot, any time you are not asleep or actively assigned a different task. If you are requested to do something, it had better be by one of her three advisors, and you had better make sure there is someone in place to protect her." Caterina's gaze turned stern. "Do you understand, Abel?" She rose and moved to his side. "This is a very important assignment. I expect nothing less than your best effort. If you can't manage that, you'd better say so now."
Abel flushed. "Of course I'll give it my best effort. Honestly Caterina…why would you even think I'd do anything else?"
"Because you've been acting oddly recently Abel." She looked him in the eyes. "Regarding that, I trust you've settled your issues with Her Majesty?"
Esther couldn't see the Cardinal's face, but she saw the low flush stealing over Abel's and she heard the faint note of teasing in Caterina's voice.
"Ummm, yes, of course." He swallowed, then stepped around Caterina, to bow in front of Esther's desk. "Ah…Miss Esther…it appears I'll be in your service for a while."
"Thank you, Father Nightroad." The words had just left her mouth when she realized that she'd called him by title once again. She almost corrected herself, but Abel looked up, and she saw the faintest nod of his head. She turned back to Caterina. "Since Father Nightroad is here, did you want to explain things to him, or shall we get back to work?"
"I'm sure Abel understands what's needed." Caterina settled back into her chair, and Abel took up a seat perched next to a window, his bright blue eyes watching both of them. Esther was astonished at how easily he settled into stillness, almost fading into the background of her awareness. Then she turned her attention back to her discussion with Caterina.
Hours later, the Cardinal rose. "It's been quite interesting Your Majesty, but I must confess, I'm getting fatigued. And I have a great deal to do, to prepare for my departure."
Esther nodded. "I understand." She felt a little tired as well, and her head felt almost full to overflowing with all the information she and Caterina had traded. "Please, have the guards outside escort you back to your rooms."
"I will, thank you." Caterina stretched. "Shall I leave you here with Abel?"
"Yes." Esther eyed the notes she'd been taking. "I need to get these organized before I settle in for the night. But…thank you." She stood, and bowed to the older woman. "Thank you for helping me. I appreciate all the things you've been teaching me."
A soft smile touched Caterina's face. "It's been a pleasure working with you." She inclined her head. "If you'll excuse me." Then she turned and left.
After Caterina's exit, Esther settled back at the desk. She started putting her notes in order, but her mind wasn't really on the task. After a moment, she looked up to see Abel still settled in his seat. It startled her to find that he was watching her as well. She blushed. "I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to seem as if I was ignoring you, Fath…Abel." She blushed again. "Sorry. I know you asked me to call you by name, but I wound up calling you Father Nightroad earlier."
"It's quite all right." Abel shifted, and she looked up to see a faint flush staining his normally pale complexion. "I did say that I wanted to keep it quiet for now, so I suppose it's best this way, at least when we're with others. It's probably wise for you to continue to call me Father Nightroad when we're around the others." He stopped. "Ah…that reminds me. I wanted to thank you, Esther. For telling me about the Professor last night."
Esther blinked. "Did you get to speak to him?"
"Yes." He bowed his head. "He really was concerned about my feelings. I feel…well, a little ashamed that I didn't realize it before. But we spoke last night about it. And it's all right now."
Esther smiled. "That's good. I'm glad you managed to speak to him." She turned back to her paperwork. "Just let me get this sorted, and then I can take a break. And perhaps…would you like to go for a walk in the gardens? I haven't been out all day, and I could use the fresh air."
"That sounds nice." He smiled. "I'd like that, very much, Miss Esther."
The next few days passed in a whirlwind of activity. Caterina left three days after their discussion, taking Vaclav, the Professor, and Leon. Petros actually left two days earlier, determined to be at the Pope's side once more. Somewhat to Esther's surprise, Astha and Ion both elected to return home as well, to assist the Empress. Though there'd been no news of an attack or further incidents within the Empire, they were all aware that Seth was concerned. Both groups took a set of Virgil's sensors with them. The Count spent an hour or so with each representative, demonstrating how the technology worked, and how the programming could be altered to include new individuals.
The days following settled into their old pattern of work and rest. At Mary's suggestion, Esther disbanded the Court for winter, announcing that she intended to hold Christmas festivities at the appropriate time, and would make announcements about it later. A few days after, Virgil installed a set of the protective security detectors in both her office and the Council chambers. They weren't visible, but their presence made Esther feel better. But even better was the presence of the tall, slender man who stood watch over her.
Abel was always at her side. The day after Caterina's suggestion, she introduced him to the royal council as Father Nightroad, special security attachment from the Vatican. She, Mary and Virgil had agreed to announce it as an extra measure, offered to offset the duties her two advisors shared, and accepted as an example of goodwill. Abel escorted her wearing his formal Vatican uniform, complete with the partially armored outer cassock. He looked very dignified throughout the entire council meeting, and introduced himself with that grave, quiet courtesy she remembered from his first introduction to Ion.
Abel was a wonder to her. Though the intensity of the first few days soon settled, she couldn't shake the happiness that touched her whenever she looked into his eyes. Though she knew that he'd made her no promises, the memory of his words, of that intense, wonderful kiss, remained in her memory. Abel himself seemed more relaxed in her presence. In public, in front of her advisors, he was quiet, dignified, every inch the Catholic priest he was supposed to be. But alone, he spoke to her gently, and the warmth of their relationship bloomed. He'd even started embracing her before bed each night, just after he checked her room, and every now and then he would find a reason to brush her hand or her cheek with a light, gentle kiss. Light as those touches were, the love in them was evident, and they warmed her heart.
As the days passed, Esther began to relax. She and the others were still as vigilant as possible, but she felt herself start to calm some. Abel, on the other hand, seemed to be more tense than ever. He spent his time with Esther in her office, talking with the others. All three labs had been abandoned, so they were starting the search fresh. After the first few days, Esther noticed that Abel frequently emerged from those discussions looking worried. As the days went by she caught him, more and more often, staring out the window with an intense frown on his face. Though he never failed to brighten up in her presence, she wondered at the odd restlessness that seemed to possess him.
Finally, she woke one morning to find him at her window, staring at the gardens with that dark, thoughtful look. She watched his still profile for a moment, then slipped out of bed, and stepped forward to lay a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
He blinked, then smiled down at her. "Sorry. Did I disturb you? I was just thinking."
"You didn't wake me. But…" She touched his face. "You've been so worried lately. It really doesn't seem like you to be so distant. And you've been speaking to Caterina and Virgil and Seth a great deal recently."
He sighed, and folded his arms carefully about her. "Yes, well…I admit, I am a little worried." He took a deep breath, and she felt him exhale into her hair. "The Order has vanished, and now that we don't know where to look for them, I'm a little concerned."
"But…we haven't heard anything yet." Esther blinked.
"I know." Abel's voice was soft, and heavy. "That's why…that's what has me worried. Cain…if he's retreated like this, then it means he's thinking of something. He always was a very good strategist. The fact that we haven't heard anything…it means he's planning something. And whatever it is, it will be devastating. I don't know yet, what he might be thinking, but…I am afraid."
She could hear the concern in his voice, and she wanted to comfort him. "Well, I admit, it is a little unsettling, not to know where he'll strike from next, but…" She reached up to touch his face. "We have each other to help. And we have the Alliance, right? And I'm sure that, whatever happens, you'll be able to handle it. After all, you're just as strong as he is, and just as smart. So I'm sure we'll be able to manage, and then we can defeat them."
He made a soft sound, one that sounded almost like a laugh. "Thank you, Esther." Then his voice turned sober again. "The truth is…I…I'm not sure. Cain is…he's always been…"
"It's all right." She laid her hand along his cheek, feeling the high thin cheekbones. "I'll be right here to help you."
"Thank you." He smiled, a faint smile but genuine, and tightened his embrace. Then he released her and stepped back, heading for the door. "I'll call your maids. You should probably get dressed. Lord Walsh or Colonel Spencer will be here to help you start the day soon."
She was just finishing dressing when Mary came for her. The Colonel knocked once, then entered. "Your Majesty."
Esther nodded. "I'm ready. So…what's on the schedule for today?"
"Father Nightroad is seeing to your breakfast preparations. After which, you have a short meeting with the Council, to discuss some of the plans for winter in the Palace. There are always some renovations that need to be done, to make the Palace more efficient about maintaining a decent temperature during the winter months. Also….the safe houses which were recently opened have been completing their renovations, repairs and alterations. Lady Vanessa would like to request you visit them, to make sure everything meets with your approval. And, of course, we have the usual petitions and letters and so forth. Virgil and I have already collected them, and I believe he's sorting through them now."
"I see. Thank you." Esther let her maid fasten a plain necklace around her throat, then moved toward the door. "Well then, I'd better get to work."
The rest of the day passed normally. Esther met with the Council. At Virgil's suggestion, she agreed to make a brief tour of the renovated safe-houses and passages underground two days later. Despite the potential danger of wandering around Londinium, she really did want to see what had been done. Abel stayed beside her, a silent steadfast shadow. He did take the time to contact Seth, and Caterina, and she knew he'd informed them both of the developments. But it wasn't until later that evening that he spoke with her. They were relaxing in her rooms, and she was reading, when he spoke softly from his seat by the window. "Esther…are you really planning to leave the Palace?"
"Yes. I want to see the work that's been done." She looked over at the slender frame, surrounded by moonlight. "Besides, I was thinking…those passages could become very useful. And anyway, you and the others will be with me. So it should be all right."
Abel sighed. "Well, you're probably right. But still…I really don't like the idea of this. It seems…well, a little dangerous." His voice deepened. "If I were Cain…if I were with the Order, then this would be a very good opportunity."
Esther stood, and moved to his side. "Do you really think something will happen?"
He shrugged. "Well, I can't really say for certain. But I…" He flashed her a sheepish grin. "When I was in charge of Security for Mars, I…well, I learned to be aware of things like that. And I…even now, I'm afraid I still have some of my habits from those days. So something like this…"
"It's all right. In fact, it's good that you're thinking about this." She touched his jaw. "If you're concerned about something, that means we can take precautions, right?" She studied his face in the light. "Is that what you were discussing with Virgil earlier this evening?" She'd seen the two men in deep conversation, but she'd been working on her own work at the time.
"Well, yes. I hope you don't mind." He offered her a sheepish grin.
"Of course not. After all, you're looking out for me." She returned the smile, then turned to look at the clock. "It's getting late. You should rest."
"Hmm…I think that's what I'm supposed to say." He rose from his seat. "Here. I'll call your maids, and you can call me when you're ready to retire, all right?"
"I….that's fine, but don't you need to rest as well?" She stared at him. "If you're concerned about the visit in two days, shouldn't you work to be at full strength then?"
"Of course I will." He grinned, suddenly completely his old self. "That's why I asked Lord Walsh to take care of watching you some tomorrow, and Colonel Spencer. Those two will guard you while I take a little nap. If you don't mind, of course." That strange, embarrassed look touched his face again, and Esther bit back a giggle. He looked so much like a child trying to avoid a scolding.
"It's fine. I'm sure I'll be perfectly safe." She gestured. "I need to get ready for bed now, so…"
"Oh, of course." Abel's ears went crimson, and he vanished through the door. Esther watched him go with a smile.
The inspection two days later actually turned out to be fairly simple to arrange. Acting under Mary and Abel's advice, Esther elected to have Virgil fly her out to the most distant safe house with Abel that morning, in the Palace helicopter. Afterward, she would follow winding route to the other two, using the car Mary would be bringing while she was involved in the first inspection. Both Virgil and Abel would be with her the entire time, and each location was staffed by Vanessa's hand-picked guards. The young woman had also announced her intention to be at each of the sites to help conduct the tour. While Mary took a wandering route through Londinium, the Count of Manchester and his sister would use the tunnels connecting to the Underground as a faster route to their destination. Not only would it help them move, it would also allow both Virgil and his sister to verify the condition of the safe routes. If at any time they became uncertain of the safety of the tunnels, or of the car, those who were traveling could contact the other team and request a pick up, or a transfer. Abel himself would remain with Esther, and be the first to enter the houses.
The whole thing went surprisingly well. Esther knew that her guards half-expected an attack. Abel certainly did. He arrived to escort her in his full armor, with his pistol strapped in plain sight to his hip, and two extra ammunition pouches on the opposite side. Throughout the entire trip, he was quiet, withdrawn from her. Not that he didn't speak, or that he was in any way discourteous. At each location, he handed her out of the vehicle with all the refined movement of a gentleman. Every gesture he made was correct to a fault. But Esther felt the tension in him, the sense of waiting, and the way his attention seemed to be divided.
For her own part, Esther was impressed with the three safe houses. Each one was comfortably furnished and decorated as a manor house, disguising it's nature so well that without the guards and Virgil's information, she'd never have guessed. There were small libraries, bedrooms, and a nicely appointed kitchen and dining area in each. The only difference from a regular house was the security system, and the monitoring room. Each location also had a cellar underneath, from which the inhabitants could enter the Underground. Virgil also showed her two more emergency exits, one into the sewer system, and one into the street, that could be used in an emergency. And each entrance was guarded by servants, and activated with a key that could only be acquired from the House of Manchester. Seeing the arrangements, Esther was impressed, as was Mary.
Abel was quiet throughout the tours, but she sensed his approval. He and Virgil spent several minutes at each location, discussing the design and possible improvements. She was surprised, listening to him. Though she knew there was far more to him than being a simple priest, she hadn't expected the level of detail he seemed to consider in regards to security. There were some things she'd never even considered, until he pointed it out, such as the way the windows could be equipped with small UV lights, to provide an additional barrier to hostile forces. Listening, in the monitoring room of their last stop, she understood why he'd once been a head of security.
Beside her, Mary shifted. "Impressive."
Esther blinked. "Colonel Spencer?"
The older woman shook her head. "I was aware of his strength, and his intelligence and programming skills, but I confess, I had my doubts about this. Even with proper military training, this level of expertise doesn't come easily. I was concerned about his ability to safeguard you, or this country. But it appears that he really does have a thorough knowledge of how to manage such matters."
"Well, Father Nightroad did tell us he managed security at one point." Esther looked back at the slender form, still pointing things out on a monitor for Virgil.
"He did. But he also told us that the military at that time was not the same as it is now. And given what he mentioned about world conditions, I wouldn't have expected him to need such a high level of concerns."
Esther frowned. "That's true. But Father Nightroad…he's been with Lady Caterina for quite some time. He probably learned those things while serving beside her."
"It's possible. However…" Mary turned and favored her with a small smile. "I think it more likely that he's simply become more cautious. He seems very determined to protect you, Your Majesty."
Esther felt a slow flush rising to her cheeks. "Well, yes. I suppose that's true." One hand rose to touch the locket and ring, worn beneath her dress. "Father is…"
"He cares for you, and you return his feelings." The faint smile on Mary's mouth widened. "I guessed, when I observed you held that locket. As did Virgil."
Esther felt her blush deepen. "I see. Then…"
"I approve of the discretion you've both shown, Majesty. As for whatever relationship you have…Father Nightroad is a good man. I do not consider it a problem." She shrugged. "The two of you will have to decide what you wish to do, but for now, I do not consider it a major concern."
"I see. Thank you." Her cheeks were still burning with embarrassment, but Esther couldn't help feeling relieved. It was good to know both her advisors were supportive of Abel, even if they hadn't formally announced anything yet. As the two men turned from the screens, she felt her heart lighten.
The drive back to Buckingham Palace was a quiet one. Knowing Mary wouldn't mind, Esther seated herself with Abel. He did look a little startled as she leaned against his arm, though. "Ah…Miss Esther?"
She wanted to tell him it was all right, to tell him what Mary had said, but the sudden skid of brakes startled her. Abel caught her as she lurched forward. "What…?"
"I don't know." Mary was leaning forward in her seat. "It appears the gate guard flagged us for something. Please, wait here. I will assess the situation."
Abel shifted. "I'd prefer to come with you, to be honest. If something is wrong, I don't think waiting in the car is a good idea."
Mary stopped, meeting his gaze. Abel's own eyes were serious. After a moment, she nodded. "Very well." Abel stepped from the car, and Esther followed him, with Colonel Spencer right behind her. Esther blinked. They were actually inside the main courtyard of the Palace. The guard in question stood several feet away, something in his hand. After a moment, Mary gestured, and the car drove away. She turned. "All right. What is it?"
The guard saluted hastily. "Colonel Spencer. I apologize, however…" He knelt, holding up his hand, with a thin envelope. "This was delivered to the Palace just over an hour ago. The man who delivered it said it was a message especially for Her Majesty, and the priest. We tried to detain him, but he escaped us. We can't identify the sender, but…the mark on the seal…indicates it is from Rosenkreutz. We've examined it carefully, but…"
"Understood. You wished to bring it to my attention at once." Mary stepped forward and took the envelope. "You're certain it contains no explosives or anything of that nature?"
"It appears to contain only a disk, Colonel. We've done everything we can, but there appears to be no signs of bombs, or tracking devices or anything." The guard bowed his head. "If you feel I've made a mistake…"
"No. You've done your job. Return to your post." Mary studied the envelope. The guard leapt to his feet and hurried away. She studied the envelope for a moment, then brought it forward. "Father Nightroad, what do you make of it?"
Abel took the flat package from her carefully, and examined the broken seal. Looking around his elbow, Esther saw clearly the device of the Order. "It looks like a message."
"Indeed. But from whom?" Mary's eyes were troubled.
Abel studied the crest a moment longer, then turned the envelope over. Esther felt him stiffen at once. She looked up to see his eyes widen, fear and anger in the normally calm gaze. Mary took a step forward. "Father Nightroad?"
"Call the others." Abel shuddered once. He opened the envelope and pulled out the disk, then turned to face Esther. His hand was starting to shake. "Tell them…tell them the Contra Mundi has sent a message to us. I don't know what it says, but they'll all want to hear it."
"As you wish. Please escort Her Majesty." Mary bowed once, then turned and strode toward the Palace, already on her communicator. Esther suspected Virgil would be there any moment.
Abel stood frozen, obviously fighting to get a grip on his emotions. Esther touched his arm. "Abel? Are you all right?" She looked at the disk in his hand. "That message, are you sure it's from him? I mean…"
"I have no doubts." Abel held up the envelope. "This message…it's from Cain, personally. His mark…" He shivered once, and turned it toward her.
Esther blinked. The back of the paper was almost totally blank, except for a small marking near the upper corner. She looked at it. "It looks like a number…"
"01. The first. Cain." Abel shuddered. "That's how…that's how he sometimes refers to us. By the order in which we first became Crusniks."
Esther felt a chill pass through her. She knew Abel was right. She'd heard Cain refer to all of them that way. She shivered. "We should probably go inside then. We need…if there's information on that disk, we should see it as soon as possible."
"Yes." Abel threw his arm around her and led her inside.
Virgil was already at the communications terminal when Esther and Abel entered the office, with Mary beside him. He looked up as she entered. "Your Majesty. I'm just completing the connection to the Vatican and the Empire now. Vanessa will connect in from the monitoring station in the Ghetto. We'll be ready in a few moments."
"All right. Father Nightroad?" She looked at Abel, already at the desk.
Abel had moved forward, and slid the disk into her computer terminal. "I'm scanning for any viruses or compromising software. Even if this is a message, I wouldn't put it past them to try and use an underlying source code to try and create a breach within our security defenses." His hands were flying over the keyboard.
Esther nodded. She didn't want to distract him. Seconds later, the holographic projectors in her desk lit up. Virgil straightened as the images of Caterina and Seth flared into view. He bowed and backed away. "Your Majesty."
Esther moved forward. "Your Excellency. Seth. Thank you for answering."
Seth grinned. "It's no problem. Besides, the incoming message from Lord Walsh said this was urgent." The playfulness in her eyes died out. "So…what is it?"
"We've received a message from the Contra Mundi. Father Nightroad is checking to make sure that it's safe to play, but…we thought you'd want to know."
Caterina inclined her head. "That is important. I'm grateful you contacted us." She turned her gaze slightly, though Esther wasn't certain Abel was in her line of view. "Abel?"
"I'm checking it now." He tapped out a few more sequences, and a frown touched his face. "There isn't any sign of a secondary code source anywhere on this."
Seth made a face. "Abel…if it really is from him, then he'd know you'd expect that." She shifted. "You're sure it isn't just from Puppet Master or that Wizard guy?"
"Yes. It had Cain's mark on it." He looked up. "It appears to be a simple video/audio recording." His eyes lifted to Esther's. "Shall I play it?"
Esther turned to Virgil. "Lord Walsh?"
He nodded. "Vanessa is online to monitor."
"Very well." Esther turned back. "Please, go ahead." Abel nodded and tapped the console, rotating it so that the screen would be visible to the others on the communication lines. The image crackled for a moment, then steadied. Esther stiffened.
Cain's image appeared on screen. He was wearing his usual white over black, with the red border, seated with one ankle crossed over his other knee. Though he sat in a simple, high-backed chair, there was something about his posture, and that level, confident gaze that made it appear he was sitting on a throne. Behind him, the white glowing wings of his Crusnik form stretched.
"Hello, Esther." That characteristic, empty smile touched his face. "I hope you're doing well. And my dear brother Abel…is he with you? He should be, from what Isaac said, but…Isaac and Dietrich are so troublesome sometimes." He shrugged. "Ah, well. Abel, if you're there, I hope you're doing well too. After all, this won't be nearly as informative if you aren't at your peak condition, 02."
Abel stiffened, and his eyes were hard with rage. He'd moved back to Esther's side, and she carefully laid one hand over his clenched fist. "Father…it's just a recording. Please…you mustn't lose your temper."
Abel relaxed just a fraction. The image on the screen continued to speak.
"You know, my dear, that really was very rude of you. I'll admit, drugging Dietrich was a nice touch, but…to leave after all the care I've shown you…that is really rather rude, you know." He shrugged again, and lifted one hand. "Of course, I suppose I can understand. After all, my Order members aren't very well-behaved. And I suppose 02 is preferable, since he's managed to keep his proper form and everything. But still…Abel. It really isn't fair of you, after all, you had your chance, didn't you."
Abel stiffened again, and Esther felt the shudder that went through him. But he said nothing, and she turned her attention back to the screen.
"You know, Esther…you really are rather brave. But 02, he's already had his love, and he has plenty of people already on his side. So…it's really only right, don't you think? And after all, with your help, I won't need to absorb 02 to have a complete body. So then…" The figure on screen held out a hand. "You really should return, my dear. After all, I'll come and take you if I have to, but…that would just be a senseless waste of time and effort. Besides…Abel…when all's said and done, it is about time we finished things, isn't it? You might as well let him go, until it's time." The hand dropped, and he tilted his head to rest it against his clenched fist, that cold smile still on his lips. "I'll be waiting for your reply, Esther. You really shouldn't make me wait too long. And until then…take care of 02 for me. I wouldn't want Abel to be too upset, after all. Goodbye, 02…Abel. And Esther."
The image flashed out. Esther stood staring at the screen for a moment, her mind reeling. She'd guessed Cain might target her, but to hear that he intended to attack her, that he intended to take her back by force…it was frightening.
A strangled noise from Abel brought her attention back to him with a snap. He was standing, his fists clenched, and a look of pure fury on his face. As she watched, his head bowed, and his teeth locked together. Esther stared at him with wide eyes, then touched his arm. "Father Nightroad…Abel…?"
He shook his head. "It's all right, Esther." He met her eyes, and she felt him relax. He even managed a ghost of a smile for her. "It's all right. I was just very angry for a moment. I'm sorry if I frightened you."
"It's all right. I understand." She returned his smile.
"Hmm…well, it's not the most productive response, but…I have to admit, I understand your feelings quite well, Abel." Seth shifted again. "The question is…how shall we respond?"
"We don't. At least not directly to the message itself." Caterina frowned. "I assume your response, were you to make one, would be a rejection of his demands."
"Of course!" Esther stiffened herself. "That man…I will never give into him." She shivered. "But…"
"Quite understandable. However, if we don't respond, it may give us some breathing space. He obviously expects you to drop everything. If that were the case, then even the Order of Rosenkreutz might anticipate a delay. In fact, it's almost inevitable. So we should have a little time before they decide to move. However, if we give them an answer now, they will act more quickly." Caterina met her eyes.
"Hmmm…at least now we know he really is targeting Esther." Seth sat back. "It's a little unfortunate for Albion, I'll admit, but we do know where he plans to strike next."
Esther froze. Abel put a hand on her shoulder and glared at his sister. "Seth…"
Seth grimaced. "Sorry Esther. I didn't mean to sound like that. It's just…" She sighed and ran a hand through her short black hair. "It's really rather frustrating. We have no idea where Cain might have gone, now that he's left Berlin. So to have some idea of his plans, even if it's something like this…I'm almost relieved. I know I shouldn't be, but…"
"I understand." Esther nodded, and closed one hand around the locket she wore. "It's just…what we should do now…I'm not certain."
"We'll have to wait, I suppose." Caterina frowned. "Of course, given that they know your present location, I'm tempted to suggest we move you. However…"
"That is inadvisable." Virgil shifted. "Another period of absence will cause unrest in the country. Even for the best of reasons…"
Mary nodded. "Also, we can't guarantee her safety on any journey. No matter what transportation we use." Her gaze flicked to the silver-haired man beside Esther. "Even with Father Nightroad standing guard the whole trip…there are no guarantees."
"That's true." Abel shifted. "Besides…for better or worse…it's safer for me to be here." He sighed. "I don't like risking the people here, but…I know the ground. On board a ship or a plane…there's more risk. And if we were to be attacked…"
"Understood." Caterina considered. "I think it's best if I remain in Rome for the time being. Even if you are the main target for now…the Order as a whole may decide to attack more than one location. And if I leave, it will leave His Holiness vulnerable. We can't risk it, simply on the basis of one message. However, with your permission, I'll send Leon and the Professor to you once more, and have Hugue standing by to watch. And Father Tres, of course."
"But Cardinal Caterina…surely you need someone to watch over you." Esther shifted.
Caterina smiled. "Havel and Kate will still be here. Besides, since our return, Brother Petros has been keeping an eye on me, as well as my two brothers. I assure you, Your Majesty, that I am quite safe."
Seth nodded. "I have a few things I need to take care of here, but…I'll send Astha and Ion to you when I can. They'll be able to help you as well."
"Thank you." Esther's gaze turned to her two advisors. "Lord Walsh, Colonel Spencer…about the people of this city. Is there anything we can do?"
Mary sighed. "Unfortunately, not much. If we'd been able to apprehend the messenger, we might have some information to go off of. But since we didn't, tracing the message is impossible. So we have no idea of where in the city to search for any potential trouble."
"There is one thing." Virgil took a step forward. "We can increase the city guard with our inactive reserves. Also…we can open the safe houses. While it is risky, with enough guards, we should be able to handle it, even if we must transport the whole city population underground temporarily. And using the tunnel system, we could then organize a safe route out of the Palace, and the city, if need be."
"That sounds best. I'd like to start preparations for that as soon as possible."
Virgil bowed. "I'll see to it at once." He turned to offer a shallower bow to the two monitors. "If you will excuse me." Then he left.
Esther sighed, and turned back to face her two fellow leaders. "Is there anything else we can do?"
"I fear not. The only thing we can do is wait, and pray they show their hand at a time when we can respond quickly." Caterina sighed. "In light of that, I should return to my duties. His Holiness, and Cardinal di Medici will want this news as soon as possible. And I'm certain brother Petros will be interested in hearing it as well."
Esther nodded. "Of course. I won't keep you."
As Caterina's image vanished, Seth stretched. "She's right. I guess all we can do is wait. But before that…" She grinned at Esther. "I'd like to speak to you a moment alone, if I could, Esther. So then…Abel, if it's not too much trouble, maybe you and Colonel Spencer could go take care of something?"
"I…" Abel stuttered, and Esther turned to offer him a smile.
"It's all right. I'm sure I'll be fine."
After a moment, Abel nodded. "All right. I'll be waiting outside." He turned and left, Mary on his heels.
Esther turned back to the screen with a sigh. It was only then that she noticed the outfit the Empress was wearing. It was very formal looking. The top was form fitting, with wide shoulders. Green short sleeves ended in gold cuffs, studded with rubies. From there, the sleeves were white, fit close to the arm until they flared into wide cuffs, bordered with black and green and fastened with dark emerald cuff links. Golden braid attached the sleeves to the top at the shoulder, connecting to the high collar, trimmed in white and fastened with a golden oval brooch. A slender ruby pendant dangled from the brooch, highlighting the white trim, and the place where the green gave way to white. The rest of the shirt was white, save for the broad golden stripe that fell down the center. The jacket was tightly fastened until it reached the other woman's hips, where it flared in a wide border of emerald green, trimmed with black and decorated with more rubies at the corners. Underneath, Esther could see a paler green skirt, trimmed in white, and she spotted the black-trimmed top of white thigh boots when the girl moved. The whole outfit looked very formal, save only for her tousled black hair and the bright red flower tucked behind her ear, tied with a white ribbon.
"Esther?" Seth's voice brought her out of her thoughts. The Empress grinned at her. "You look like you were off in space somewhere?"
"No. Not at all. It's just…that outfit…I hope I didn't call you away from something important. You look like you were busy."
"Hmmm?" Seth glanced down at her ensemble, then chuckled and crossed her feet with a grin, allowing Esther a glimpse of the rubies in the top of her boots, and the practical brown soles at the bottom. "Well, I was in a council meeting, earlier, but when you called, I was really just taking a break." Her grin widened, and she reached up to finer the flower in her hair. "I really do love my gardens, you know, and sometimes, I just take a walk. That's all I was doing when Mirka told me you were calling for me." She smiled for a moment longer, but then her expression turned serious. "I did want to apologize for being so rude, earlier. After all, as a ruler, I know quite well how hard it can be protecting your kingdom. And I understand very much, how uncomfortable being targeted can make you feel. I really didn't mean to sound so callous, earlier." She grimaced. "I know Abel won't agree, but sometimes… I can't help taking things far too lightly."
"It's all right. I really do understand." Esther smiled back. "After all, you were in a similar situation when I first met you. And I do appreciate the help you've given me."
"That's good. I'm very glad to hear that. But…actually, there was another matter I wanted to ask you about." Seth sighed. "You saw my brother's reaction just now. I generally don't meddle with Abel too much, but…the last I heard, the two of you were…not on the best of terms. So I was a bit concerned. If you don't mind my asking…have you and Abel come to an understanding, Esther?"
Esther blinked, and her hand went once again to the locket and ring that Abel had given her. She knew he didn't want to make much fuss, but…Seth was his sister. She did deserve to know. After a moment, she nodded. "He and I…actually, we had a discussion, after I returned."
"I see." Seth sighed. "Abel is…well, he really can be rather foolish. I hope he didn't do anything too troublesome."
Esther swallowed. "He…he told me about his past. About…where he was born, and the Red Mars Project, and…some of the things that happened. And about…what he did, during the wars."
The youthful eyes widened. "Abel…he told you all of that?" A worried expression touched her face. "Abel…he must really care about you, you know, to risk telling you that." She sighed. "So then…what did you tell him?"
"I…it wasn't just me. He told all of us."
Seth's eyes widened further. "Abel…he risked that? Astha didn't mention it."
"No. We agreed, not to speak of it too much. After all…he was very troubled. But after…he and I, we had another talk. And he told me…he still cared for me. Actually, he gave me these." She drew the locket and ring out from underneath her dress. "He said the locket was a good luck charm. But this…" She fingered the ring, uncertain how to put words into the events of that night.
Seth actually left her seat, moving forward in the holograph. "Abel… he really gave you that? That ring? Abel gave it to you himself?"
"Yes. He said I should keep it, until he's settled things with Cain. And after that…" She stopped.
"Huh." Seth looked away, and a tiny, rueful smile touched her face. "So then, my brother has finally admitted how he feels. And he's chosen to make a commitment at last." Her gaze returned to Esther's. "I was afraid, you know. I feared that, after Cain and Lilith, Abel wouldn't dare to try and love anyone again. He even seemed to withdraw from me. But he…he's always deserved much better than that. But if he's given you that ring…then it means he's chosen to allow his heart to thaw once more. And even though it may only cause him further anguish…I have to say I'm relieved. I didn't want to see my brother lock his heart away like that. I was afraid…afraid he'd disappear back into the darkness he knew when we were children." She smiled then. "However, if it's you, I'm sure I can count on you to take care of him. Right, Esther?"
Esther clenched her fist around the ring. "Of course. I…I'll do my best. And you can be sure I won't let the Contra Mundi get between us. If it's possible to prevent it, I…I won't leave his side."
"I believe you." Seth nodded. Then she sighed, her gaze flicking to something Esther couldn't see. "I suppose I'd better get back to the Council. After all, there's a great deal to be done, especially if I'm going to loan you my two best envoys again." She grinned once more. "I'll leave Abel in your hands. And Esther…" The dark head bowed, and Seth drew the flower out of her hair with a flourish. "As your fellow ruler, and as Abel's sister, allow me to say…congratulations. I'm sure…I'm sure the two of you will do quite well together." With a final bow, she threw the flower in a salute, and the image winked out.
Esther stood staring at the empty space for a moment. She wasn't sure how she'd expected Abel's sister to react, but somehow, Seth's support was bracing. She stood a moment, then let a smile curve her lips. "Thank you Seth. I'm sure we'll be all right too." Then she settled the necklace on her chest and squared her shoulders. There were things that needed to be done. And one way or another, she was determined to keep her promise to the Empress. No matter what Cain's next move was…she wasn't going to be parted from Abel.