AN: This was going to be a longer chapter, but I wanted to post and I'm not done with the other part of it, so I made it two shorter chapters instead.

Devil stomped angrily back to the chambers he used in the cathedral. How could May be so stupid. She knew she they had an important covert mission. Covert means unseen and unheard. So what did she do? Prance around the city squares in bright colors and shiny coins laughing and dancing with a damn goat. Even the blind beggars could see her. Then picking fights with soldiers in plain view of the public. It's no wonder she got caught.

He quickly entered his small cell and closed the door behind him. He left his body's brother back with the goat after hearing where May was. He doubted Gringoire noticed. The boy was so enthralled with the goat he hadn't talked about anything else for days. He wouldn't miss the body of his brother and Devil needed to think.

He needed a plan. May was in trouble. An accusation of witchcraft was a death sentence. The only question was how much would she suffer first. He couldn't allow that. She was the only woman in all of history that would, that could, love him. He couldn't loose her. He looked through the stacks of parchment on the little table beside the bed he used. He needed a plan. One of the parchments looked useful. He studied it a moment before letting it fall as he turned to the door.

She'd be at the Palace of Justice waiting for the trial. Captain would easily have access to her, but probably couldn't help her escape without blowing his cover. He could, at least, communicate with her. Hopefully he already had. Devil moved swiftly and silently down the hall. He didn't want to be noticed leaving the cathedral. He didn't have time for questions.

Rounding a corner near one of the exits, he bumped into the Archdeacon, who asked quite started, "Where are you off to in such a hurry, my son?" Devil didn't have time for this. With eyes downcast in a show of respect he replied, "I just wanted some fresh air, father." He waited looking at the Archdeacon's knees for the longest few seconds of his life. "Very well, my son, enjoy," came a kind voice with just a slight edge that Devil couldn't place. But he wouldn't forget it either. "Thank you, father."

Devil had always been a master of fast walking. Even in bodies nothing like his own, he was adept at moving quickly without looking like he was moving much at all. This was how a monk crossed the courtyard of Notre Dame Cathedral in a few seconds without drawing the attention of a single person. He barely saw the crowds of people around him as he moved through them like a shark through water, stopping only briefly to give benedictions to a group of beggars huddled at the mouth of an alley. "Blessings on all who wait here every morning at dawn," he whispered quietly, dropping a few coins into their open hands. The beggars watched stunned as he disappeared into the crowd.

The distance to the Palace of Justice flew by, but his mind and muscles all strained to move faster. He had to be there. He had to help her. He had to see her and know that she was okay. He slowed only slightly as he approached the large, sturdy door. He followed the crowd, checking the face of every soldier for the one that Captain was wearing. The one called Phoebus. He found the face he was looking for just inside the door of the trial chamber. Standing straight and proud. Eyes forward, jaw set, perfect attention. Playing the part well. The chiseled features and blonde hair helped, too.

"Good morning, captain." Devil said low, seeming to suddenly appear at the captain's side. "It is morning. The rest I'm not so sure about." Captain replied without looking at the person speaking. He was clearly focused on the upcoming trial. Devil couldn't blame him. "How's your left side today?" he asked casually. Captain's head snapped around to look him dead in the face. Devil smiled in spite of himself. That got his attention.

"It hurts like the devil, actually. Thanks for asking," Captain replied mirthlessly and looked back to the front of the room where the judge was just entering to take his seat.

"What the hell happened, Captain?" Devil asked quietly looking forward. At a glance they were both simply watching the proceedings. Not having a conversation.

"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to swear."

"Now is not the time to split hairs." Devil growled.

"It was her idea."

"What."

"She's trying a tower of London." Captain mumbled through clenched teeth, every bit as unhappy as he new Devil was quickly becoming.

"Damn."

"Agreed."

Doors at the far side of the room opened and May was lead in by two guards. She was disheveled from the fight and a night on a stone floor, but overall not too bad. Devil and Captain watched from their place in the corner farthest from her. A small sea of people between them watching with fascination.

The prosecutor quickly presented the charge of witchcraft. "What have you to say, gypsy?"

May stood defiantly. "I have done nothing that you accuse me of."

"You have been seen to be in conference with a familiar and to have taken possession of at least two people." The prosecutor quickly retorted. May was just as quick.

"What familiar? What people? Who says these things?"

"We won't waste this court's time with her rantings. Take her away." The lazy judge dismissed her with a wave of his hand and looked to the prosecutor for the next case while the guards each took an arm and led May back through the door they'd entered.

While they had argued, Devil silently made his way along the wall to stand in a dim corner just behind them. With bowed head, he followed them discreetly through the door. He would be close to her no matter what. He would do whatever he could. Even if it was just to watch. He followed them like a shadow down a dark hall. She walked calmly and quietly between her guards. He could easily take them both out and escape with her before anyone noticed. But she would never let him hear the end of it, if he did.

They entered a dark room lit by a fire and a bed of coals. Strange shapes hung on the wall. Some moaning softly, others not moving at all. Devil stayed in the deep shadows of the farthest corner. He could still see everything that happened, but he was well out of sight and hearing to all in the room. He eyes quickly took in the irons heating in the coals, the varied and terrifying implements that hung near the fire and the empty rack in the center of the room. He silently prayed for the sharp instead of the hot. A few robed figures entered solemnly from a door he hadn't noticed. He stayed silent and calm watching May. Her slender shoulders were straight and strong. She no doubt had seen everything that he had. She knew what awaited her and she was ready. Confident. Stupid. Beautiful.