Trinity Blood: War Continuum

by smcandy

Taking place one month after the anime's finale from Ep. 24 with additional materials from the manga. A/E main pairing to semi major love triangle or more with one-sided love.

27. Twenty Two: Sibling Visitation

(AN) AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, another update one and all for this late Valentine's day for you sweethearts alike out there ^^ so…long chapter. What can I say? Seth was raising mischief, and I wanted to show the way everyone was interacting in a sort of…down time. Hope you all enjoyed it. Take care until the next update everyone.

DISCLAIMER: All rights to Trinity Blood was created and © by late Yoshida Sunao, the anime directed by Tomohiro Hirata and produced by the studio GONZO, as well as a manga drawn by Yoshida Sunao's friend Kiyo Kyoujou. All © rights revered by their respective owners. I own nothing except © to this story, it's plot and it's OC's that will eventually show within later chapters.

Special thanks to my editor and co-partner in helping finally get this story off the ground and back burner dragonwriter24cmf check her own TB stories on which are awesome. Currently right now dragonwriter24cmf is helping with the current chapters and drafts for the stories plot and outline.

Warning:This fan fiction is rated (M) AKA Lemon. This story is ABSOULTLY NOT suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 [So if you're under the age limit turn back now, come back when you old enough to read this. I'd rather not get flamed nor sued by parents whom are just looking for trouble in places their underage children should not be looking nor reading for that matter. This story contains strong explicit adult themes and sexual ones such slight foreplay - as in hand sex, one-sided yuri, bisexuality, Attempted Rape, Explicit Sex or anything else mild to hard core kinky for that matter!, references to violence, and strong coarse language. If this disturbs you, do not read any further.

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 Two - Sibling Visitation

That night, Esther went to bed with Abel outside her doors, and Mary ensconced in a chair by her bedside. She'd wondered about the necessity, but neither Abel nor her advisors had been willing to be gainsaid. Long after the lights had been turned down, Esther found herself shifting in bed, trying to get comfortable. She was aware, even though she tried not to be, of Mary's silent presence in her rooms, and what it meant. Finally, she sighed and sat up.

"Your Majesty?" She'd just barely gotten upright when Mary came to her side. "Is there anything amiss?"

Esther shook her head. "I'm fine. It's just that…having you in here like this is a little uncomfortable." She looked into the Colonel's eyes. "Are you sure this is really necessary? I mean, from what Lady Caterina said…"

Mary sighed, and settled back into the chair. "It is true. In theory, we should have at least a few days' grace before the Order makes an attempt at taking you. However, I feel it is unwise to test fate by assuming that is the situation. For one, we don't know how long ago that message was recorded, or when it was intended to be delivered. For another…" A frown line appeared on her face, and her eyes in the dim lamplight were solemn. "They have already proven themselves to be an unpredictable foe. It's entirely possible they would know that we expected some time to plan. In that case, this guard is not only necessary, we may be underestimating them."

Esther shivered at the thought. "I understand. But it's hard to sleep, thinking that everyone I depend on is staying up guarding me." She smiled, just a little. "And I guess I'm not used to having someone standing guard over me, either. Father Nightroad and I would watch over each other on the road, but back in the Vatican, it wasn't a concern."

Mary shifted. "It would be considered improper, but if you wish, I will send Father Nightroad in and take his place outside the doors. Or I can give you something to help you sleep. Virgil left a medication for you to take, in light of the difficulties you were having recently."

"No. It's all right." Esther felt her cheeks warming. She knew she would be more comfortable with Abel there, but Mary was right. Having Abel in her sleeping chambers too much would arouse unneeded speculation. As the Queen, she'd likely not be too inconvenienced, but…he was a priest. Even if the vows of celibacy were optional, it would arouse comment. She shook her head once more, and settled back down. "It's fine. I'm sure I'll fall asleep in a bit. I guess I'm just more restless than usual tonight." She pulled the blankets around her shoulders and closed her eyes.

"As you wish, Majesty." She heard the sound of Mary shifting in her seat, but she didn't open her eyes. Instead, she concentrated on taking deep, even breaths, and relaxing, until finally, she fell into sleep.

The next few days were difficult. There was a sort of tension in the air, a feeling of waiting. Both her advisors were more solemn than usual, and Abel was quiet and withdrawn, pulling into himself. She knew why, knew the message from his brother had upset him, but she couldn't think how to ease the weight that seemed to hang over him. She did her best, letting light touches of her hand across his wrist or face conveys her concern for him. Though he always responded, and sometimes even smiled for her, she knew it wasn't helping. Not enough.

She was working on her paperwork, a week after the message, when Virgil entered. "Your Majesty, there is a call from the Empire coming in."

Esther set aside her pen. "Please, put it through."

"Of course." Virgil stepped forward. "I was not aware that we were expecting any calls from the Empire this evening."

"No. Neither was I. But they're probably calling to arrange for the Duchess of Kiev and the Earl of Memphis." Esther straightened, and made sure there were no creases in her dress.

"Of course." Virgil's finger's tapped out a sequence on the console. "It's coming through now."

The holographic image flared to life, and Esther smiled. "Good evening, Seth."

"Good evening, Esther." The Empress was dressed in much less formal attire, this time wearing a set of loose robes that looked more comfortable than they did anything else. "How is everything?" She grinned. "Go ahead and sit down. This isn't a formal call."

"It's all right." Esther settled back into her seat. "So far, nothing has happened. It's been difficult, arranging the guard, but it's all right. And Lady Caterina's AX members are scheduled to arrive tomorrow evening, and that will help."

"That's good." Seth grinned. "I was calling to tell you, I'll be sending Astharoshe and Ion your way tomorrow, so you can expect them in a few days. They ought to be able to help you as well."

"Thank you."

Seth sat silent a moment, and her voice was soft when she spoke. "So tell me, how is my dear elder brother Abel these days?"

Esther winced at the question. She'd been expecting it, but still, she wasn't sure how to respond. She folded her hands together, and spoke hesitantly. "Father Nightroad…Abel…he's well, but he…I'm not quite sure what's going on. Ever since that message, he's been very different. He's been withdrawn, and I think…I think he's pulling back from everyone. I know he's upset, and he must be preoccupied with trying to keep me safe, but…I'm a little worried about him."

Seth sighed. "I was afraid of that." She shook her head slightly. "Abel's a great person, and I love him, but he's entirely too serious. I can understand it, at a time like this, but still…if he pushes too hard, he'll collapse. And if he can't learn to relax and calm down a little, then he's going to be in trouble."

Esther swallowed. "I've tried to get him to talk to me, but…"

Seth shook her head. "Abel's not one to share his concerns with others. He doesn't like to burden anyone." A small grin touched her mouth. "He really is foolish like that." She leaned her head back, silent for a moment. "Hey Esther, I have a favor to ask."

"Of course. If it's possible, I'll do whatever I can." Esther straightened a little

Seth gave her a grin. "It's nothing like that. But…when Astharoshe and Ion come…do you mind if I come as well?" She sat up. "I don't intend to visit you as the Empress, nor with any sort of formality. I'll be posing as an attendant to the others. But I…" She broke off, and the emerald green eyes were serious. "I too, am worried about Abel. And, after nine hundred years, you get used to sensing things, a little. And what I feel now, I do not like."

Esther blinked. "What do you mean? Is there something…?"

Set shook her head. "It's nothing concrete. It's just…people are afraid. I can hear it, when I'm down in the city, working as a tea seller. And in the Court…we are waiting. Even my nobles who are unaware of the entire matter are uneasy. And I…I fear Abel is right. Cain is waiting, because he is planning something, something in addition to taking you. And I think Abel…Abel is waiting too."

Esther felt one fist clench. Now that Seth had spoken the words, she knew they were correct. Abel was waiting. And knowing that, she understood the terrible tension in him. To wait, for his own brother to strike him…to wait for his own fate to come with so little notion of what to do, or how it would happen, it had to be terrible. She took a deep breath, to try and ease the sick feeling in her gut. "Is there…is there anything we can do?"

"I don't know. That's why I wanted to visit you." A sudden half grin touched her features. "Well, that and other things. I know I told you last time, that I approved of you and Abel, but I haven't told him yet, and I'd much rather do it in person. Besides, between the two of us, we ought to be able to distract him, at least a little. It isn't much, but it might help."

Esther found herself relaxing a little, even smiling in return. "That's true. But how do you plan to prevent your people in the Empire from becoming concerned?"

"The same way I always do. Mirka will stand in for me. Actually, except for Council meetings, my court isn't doing much either, so it's pretty easy. And I can announce that I'm setting her some task or another relating to the Alliance, so they'll expect to see her missing. Then it's not really a problem at all."

"I see." Esther looked up, to where Virgil was standing quietly to one side. "Lord Walsh, do you think it's possible? Can we manage?"

"I believe so." He considered. "I would not consider it too much problem were the Empress to visit, so I do not think that Lady Nightroad should present much difficulty. Particularly if the matter is handled circumspectly."

"I see. Then please inform Colonel Spencer and the others that we'll be receiving three guests of the Empire, instead of two." Esther felt her own smile widen.

"Thank you, Esther." Seth grinned, and there was mischief in her eyes. "If it's possible though, I would like to surprise Abel. It'll do him good."

There was a glitter of amusement in Virgil's eyes as well. "I believe that can be arranged, my lady." He turned to Esther. "Shall I begin making preparations?"

Esther nodded. "Please do." She turned back to the image of the Empress. "When can we expect you?"

"Hmmm…about ten days from now, I think." Seth grimaced. "I'd like to say sooner, but if I'm going to visit you, then there are things that have to be taken care of first." She shifted, and stood. "Speaking of which, I'd better get started. After all, I really do want to see my brother." She gave Esther a wave, half salute. "Well then Esther, I'll see you soon."

"Yes. I look forward to seeing you as well." Esther smiled, and moved to terminate the connection. As the holographic image sparkled into nothing, she rose and stretched, then turned to her advisor with a smile. "It appears we have a great deal of work to do as well."

"Yes." Virgil inclined his head, and the two of them moved over to the desk to begin forming plans.

The next evening, Esther and the others gathered to meet the Vatican personnel. Esther insisted on going to the Palace doors. Abel and Virgil insisted on staying within them, while Mary went to meet the AX agents. As the Colonel and the three Ax members strode up the walkway, Esther was aware of Abel's silent tension. She turned to face him. "Are you all right?"

He offered her a quick smile. "Yes. I'm just…well, I wonder how they'll take the news. That my brother…"

"Hush." Esther stilled his words with a touch. "I'm sure they understand it's not your fault. This could have happened at any time. And since he kidnapped me…I'm sure it's a result of the times we saw each other." She offered him a quick, gentle smile, then turned to face the AX priests. "Good evening."

"Hey there, Red." Leon was the first to reach them. He grinned and threw an arm around her shoulders. "See, I always knew you could catch any guy's attention. Comes with being the second best woman on the planet. But you know, you're gonna have to pick your dates a little more carefully. After all, if you go with the wrong guy, he might take your holy virgin powers."

"Leon!" Abel looked shocked, his face turning an abrupt scarlet. He looked as if he weren't sure whether to grab the other AX priest and yank him away, or simply duck and run.

Esther blushed crimson. "Father Garcias…"

Professor Wordsworth chuckled as he came up the steps beside Tres. "Come now Leon, you're embarrassing the poor girl. Besides, I'm sure Esther isn't going to be accepting any invitations from the Contra Mundi any time soon. After all, that is why we're here, to make sure he doesn't get a chance to take her from us."

"Positive." Tres stopped, and surveyed the group. "Father Garcias, that is not the correct way to address the ruler of a country. Nor is such contact permissible. Lady Esther's readings indicate heightened discomfort. I recommend you restrain yourself immediately."

Esther felt her blush deepen slightly. "It's all right, Father Tres. I know Father Garcias is just teasing."

Leon grinned and let go of her. "Yeah, well, I figured things would be a little tense around here. And that joker…" He jerked a thumb at Abel. "He's so serious about all this crap, he probably wouldn't realize that both of you need a break. Seriously, Abel." He turned and frowned at the silver-haired man. "One look at your face is enough to tell anyone that. You've let this guy get to you, haven't you?"

Abel winced. "Leon…you know…"

"Yeah, yeah. He's your brother, and he's a psycho, and he's after your woman again. I got it." Leon made a dismissive gesture, ignoring the way Abel and Esther both turned red. "My point is, you can't let it upset you too much. Otherwise, he's won half the battle right there." He smirked and threw his arm across Abel's shoulders, leaning into him with such force the other man staggered. "Besides, if you get all worried and moody and stuff, you'll go and upset Esther. And then I'll have to beat the daylights out of you again. Got it?" His arm tightened warningly, then he released his comrade.

Abel swallowed once and made a face, but his shoulders had relaxed some, and some of the strain had left his expression. He even managed a ghost of a grin. "I understand. Thank you, Leon."

Wordsworth chuckled. "Well, I will admit Leon has a point. But, all teasing aside…" He looked his friend square in the eyes. "How are you holding up, Abel? Is everything all right?"

"I…I am all right." Abel sighed. "Leon is right, I have been brooding a bit. But I…well, I really can't help it I suppose. And besides that, I'm fine. There's really no need to worry. Miss Esther and the Walsh siblings have been taking very good care of me. And having you here to help, it really does make me feel relieved."

"That's good. And I understand Imperial re-enforcements will be here in about a week?" Esther nodded confirmation, and Wordsworth smiled. "That's good. Then we should be fully prepared to handle whatever happens." He moved forward, and laid a gentle hand on Abel's shoulder. "I know what you're worried about, my friend, but please rest assured…we're all standing beside you, ready to help. Even if this man is, or was, your brother, that doesn't mean your friends will desert you. On the contrary, I at least intend to be beside you as long as you need, so feel free to call on me. All right?"

The words were so soft Esther barely heard them, and she could see Leon staring at a wall, apparently fascinated by the stonework. She felt a lump in her throat, and saw Abel swallow hard, his eyes suddenly misty. Then he bowed his head, and took the Professor's hand in his own. "Thank you."

"That's the spirit. Now then…" Wordsworth clapped him on the shoulder. "I suggest we get out of this doorway, and get settled in. Then we can plan our strategies for how to handle the current situation." Abel nodded, and the group entered the Palace. As she stepped through the doors at Abel's side, Esther was relieved to note that his eyes were calmer, and some of the lines of tension had been smoothed away. There was still concern in the blue eyes, but not the withdrawn, silent brooding that had driven him earlier. He even allowed Leon to draw him into a conversation about the palace life.

The next few days were much easier. Abel remained with Esther, but Tres, Leon, and Wordsworth took over part of the guard duties. The Professor helped Virgil install some of the security systems and protocols. Tres patrolled the grounds, and appeared frequently to report. Leon was her guard, some nights. He was relentless about teasing Abel when he and the silver-haired priest shared guard duty, and between his efforts and William's gentle encouragement, the other man began to relax, and some of the haunted anguish disappeared from his gaze. Though Esther knew he wasn't entirely easy, she was relieved to see him return to the state of seemingly absent-minded relaxation that she'd grown used to. He still embraced her every night, but now he seemed more at ease, no longer pulling him to her as if he feared she would be lost to him in the next breath. And when she returned his loving touch with her own, she was happy to see fewer shadows underlying the joy in his eyes.

A week and a half later, the group gathered to greet the Imperial ship. Tres had chosen to go on patrol, but Leon and the Professor were there. As they watched the Imperial courier ship descend from the sky, Leon grinned and nudged Abel with his elbow. "Yo, Four Eyes, you think that pretty lady from last time will be coming?"

"Umm…you mean Miss Astha?" Abel blinked at him. "Well, I suspect she will. Is there some reason you wanted to know?"

"Are you kidding?" Leon gave him a look. "Come on, surely you noticed, Four Eyes. That is one stunning woman. And I think we had some good chemistry going, you know. I wouldn't mind, well, making some further advances." He gave his companion a grin that was almost a leer.

"Leon!" Abel went red. "You can't be…you're not planning to…"

"To what? Seduce a member of the Methuselah representatives?" Leon smirked. "Well, why not? She is a good looking woman, you know, and I don't really mind. I could use a little fun."

"Leon! That is…well, that's highly improper. Besides, you can't just toy with Miss Astha like that. It's inappropriate. And who knows what she'll do to you, if you upset her…" Abel looked worried, and Esther couldn't blame him.

"Well, then why don't you give it a try?" Leon cocked an eyebrow. "After all, you don't seem to have any women troubles. If you're that concerned..." He trailed off, but the glint in his eyes was positively evil. "Might even distract you some."

"Absolutely not!" Abel's face under his silver hair was a crimson to rival the Albion flag, and his eyes were wide. "Really now…how could you even think…I…" His words degenerated into a confused stammer. Esther grinned and fought back giggles.

"Now, Leon, that really is enough." William was also grinning, but he shook his head in mock seriousness. "Abel's likely to explode if you keep teasing him. Besides, I happen to know he has someone else he's interested in. So you have an open field. But please, be discreet. We don't want to cause Lady Caterina any trouble, all right?" He turned and eyed his companion with amusement in his eyes. "Really Abel, get yourself under control. After all, if you still look like that when they get here…" He gestured to where the door of the ship was opening. "…they're likely to wonder what it is that has you so flustered. And I doubt you want to be the one to explain."

Abel swallowed hard. "Professor…" He sighed, but the color in his face did start to recede. By the time Ion and Astha had reached the steps to the Palace, he looked almost normal.

"Hello, priest." Astha grinned at him, her eyes flickering over the others before she bowed formally to Esther. "Your Majesty, I bring you greetings from the Imperial Court."

"Thank you. Welcome to Buckingham Palace, Lady Astha, Ion. Please, make yourselves at home." Esther smiled, gesturing both Imperial envoys to stand up straight.

"Thank you. That reminds me, tovarish." Astha turned with a glitter in her eyes. "I've brought you a visitor."

"Wha…" Abel blinked, but he didn't have time to say anything more as a small slender figure came striding out of the ship at a fast walk.

She hurried up the walkway with quick, light steps, then took the steps three at a time to jump forward and wrap her arms around Abel's waist. "Hello, Abel. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

His eyes widened. "Seth? But what…? How on Earth…?"

Seth stepped back to grin at him. "I came with Astharoshe and Ion, of course. As to why…well, I just wanted to visit with you for a bit. After all, I haven't seen you for months, and we never seem to have a chance to catch up properly." She sighed. "Honestly, you're always getting into trouble and everything."

Abel looked absolutely dumbfounded. He simply stood, staring at the young girl before him. Finally, Leon broke the silence. "Hey, I remember you. You're that young lady Four Eyes escorted to that dance a few months ago." He made a face, then turned to the silver-haired man standing on the steps with his mouth open. "So, is this that girlfriend the Professor mentioned? Seriously, I think she's a little young for you. After all, she doesn't even look fifteen yet." He ran a hand through his hair with a distracted expression. "And really, you call me a pervert, Four Eyes?"

Abel snapped out of his stupor, his ears turning crimson once more. "Really! It's not like that at all! Leon, how could you even suggest such a thing?" He looked utterly mortified.

Seth laughed. "Well, it's good to see you doing better than last time." She turned to the AX members. "Actually, I ought to introduce myself properly. I'm Seth. Seth Nightroad. And…." Her eyes glittered with mischief. "I'm afraid I'm not Abel's girlfriend. He's actually my dear older brother."

"Little sister, huh?" Leon frowned. "That's right. He mentioned he had one." He shrugged. "You should have told us you had such a cute sister." He studied the youthful looking girl. "You know, now that I look again, you're really pretty, even if you do look a bit young. I'll bet me and you could have a good time…"

"Leon!" Abel glared at him, putting an arm around Seth's shoulders. "Don't you even think about such a thing." He regarded his sister with an exasperated gaze. Seth was giving the other man a grin. "You really shouldn't encourage him."

William chuckled. "Yes, she really is a great deal like you, Abel." He moved forward so he could look into the emerald green eyes, then took one hand and bowed over it. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I know I've seen you before, but I don't recall if we've been formally introduced. I'm Professor William Walter Wordsworth, Professor at the University of Rome and AX official for Lady Caterina. This gentleman with me is Father Leon Garcias, also a member of the AX."

Seth smiled, offering a quick curtsey. "Well, we haven't been formally introduced, but you're right, we have met. And I've heard a lot of things about you from my elder brother. He seems very fond of you, Professor." Her smile quirked wider, and she turned to look at Leon, one finger tapping the side of her nose. "I remember you. Aren't you the guy who took Astha to that party? The one in the matador's costume." Her eyes were still sparkling mischief. "You know, I rather think you should stick with Astha. I know I still look like a young girl, but I think I'm a bit old for you. Besides, the Duchess of Kiev suits you much better."

Astha turned red. Leon's eyes widened, as did Ion's. Esther found herself fighting back a snicker at the expression on the man's face. Beside his sister, Abel was making no effort to control his laughter. Granted, it was very quiet laughter, but he was definitely enjoying himself.

"Your Majesty." Virgil stepped forward. "I recommend we take our guests inside and get them settled."

"You're right, we should. Thank you." Esther turned back to Astha. "Shall we?"

"Thank you, Majesty." Astha stepped up. Just before she entered the doors, Abel spoke.

"Miss Astha." Esther and the Methuselah woman both turned. Abel still stood at the bottom of the stairs, his arm looped around his sister. Though the amusement was fading, his eyes were still warm with affection. "Thank you for bringing my sister to visit me."

Astha smiled, a surprisingly gentle expression on her face. "No problem. Just remember, tovarish…" The smile took on an edge of danger. "I brought her all the way here so she could see you, so you'd better not wind up disappearing on duty, or hiding."

Abel flushed. "Well, I do still have my duty guarding Esther, but…I'll certainly keep that in mind."

Seth grinned and tightened her grip on his arm. "Well, if Esther doesn't mind, I don't mind working with you. After all, we used to work together often, didn't we? It'll be like old times, when we were living as siblings."

Esther smiled. "I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm sure I'll be safer with you there as well."

"Thanks." Seth turned that impish smile to her, then released Abel and moved forward. "Of course, we ought to ask your advisors as well." She shrugged. "I'm not sure how the Albion court would take it, having me beside you, after all. And I certainly don't want to get you into any trouble."

"The Albion Court is currently disbanded." Virgil spoke from where he paced beside Esther. "While I would not recommend that you attend the Council with Her Majesty, I see no problem with your presence at other times. As a matter of fact, I understand that you are also a representative for the Imperial Court?" His blue eyes came to meet hers.

Seth shrugged again. "Well, I guess you could say that. Although…I'm not exactly well known. And really, I'd rather not be." She gave him that impish grin again. "I'm just Seth, you know. A simple pretty girl in the service of the Empire."

Abel made a soft sound that might have been laughter. Virgil's eyebrows rose, but he didn't refute the statement. He merely nodded his head in acknowledgement of the words. "I understand. However, that is precisely why I believe your views would be helpful on certain matters. If my understanding of your activities is correct, then you have a vantage that few achieve. Is it correct that you work frequently on the streets?"

"Sure. I enjoy it. Usually, I go as a tea seller, but I also work in the hospitals sometimes." She grinned at him. "That's not a very well known secret, so please keep it quiet, all right? It'll be troublesome if my identity gets compromised."

"You need have no concern. However, if you would care to offer us the benefit of your observations…" he sighed. "Her Majesty is very well informed, and of course, Father Nightroad has much knowledge of his own. However, I confess, Colonel Spencer and I do not have such a general understanding. My own understanding is more of court politics, and the difficulties of being a governor. My sister does her best to offer me her opinions and knowledge; however, I fear that she is rather…biased, at times."

Seth laughed. "All right. If you put it like that…I came to visit my brother, but I don't mind being helpful as well. Especially since Esther happens to be a good friend of mine." She looped her arm through Esther's. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all." Esther returned the smile. She was surprised at Virgil, but then, he'd known how much seeing Abel meant to the girl before her. What really amazed her was the smoothness with which he'd managed to arrange everything. He'd even come up with a plausible excuse for Seth to remain with the two of them during Esther's work hours. After all, he was right. Seth did have a very good understanding of both street feelings and court feelings.

An hour later, the three Methuselah were settled into their rooms, and Esther retired to her own. Abel, as usual, waited outside while she finished dressing for bed, then slipped inside. He checked all the windows, examined the suite, then moved to her side and enfolded her in his arms. "Thank you."

Esther didn't have to ask what he meant. "Well, she really wanted to visit you, you know. I suppose I should have told you, but we thought the surprise would do you good."

She felt and heard him chuckle. "You're right. Although…when she came running off that ship, I honestly thought I was hallucinating for a moment. But it's all right."

"Well, I hope so." Seth's voice startled both of them. Esther turned, still in Abel's arms, to see the young Empress standing just inside the closed doors. She offered both of them a sheepish grin. "Sorry to startle you, Esther. But I wanted to speak to you before bed, and when I heard Abel's voice…well, I can't help being curious." There was no apology in her voice, but the bright, impish smile was enough to prompt an answering grin from Esther. Seth studied the two of them for a moment, then flopped onto a couch. "You know Abel, you and Esther really do look rather good together."

"Seth…really…" Esther looked up to see his face turning red in the dim room lights. "It's just…"

"I know what it is." Seth fixed her brother with a level look. "Esther showed me the ring you gave her, when we had that call about Cain's message. I know very well what you must have been thinking, to give her that, Abel." She stood, and moved forward until she could reach up and place a gentle hand on his jaw. "Actually, I'm very happy to see it, my dear brother. I was afraid you might try to lock yourself away again. But Abel…you do know…?"

"I know. It's risky. But I do love Esther, even if it took me a while to realize it. And I intend to do whatever I can to protect her." Abel's arms tightened around Esther's waist.

Seth smiled. "That's good. As long as you feel that way, I shan't worry about you. But do be sure to take care of yourself, okay?" She grinned up at him, though there was a trace of sadness in her eyes. Then her gaze came to Esther, and her smile banished the darkness in her gaze. She laid her free hand on Esther's arm. "And to both of you…you have my heartfelt congratulations."

Abel smiled at his sister. "Thank you." He bent his head to brush a feather-light kiss across Esther's hair, then released her. "I should let both of you get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

Seth nodded. "He's right. See you tomorrow, Esther." She gave her one last impish grin, then followed her brother out the door. Esther smiled, then got into bed, and fell asleep, still smiling.

The next few days were some of the most enjoyable she'd had. Seth usually joined her for breakfast, then after the Council meetings. She proved to be very good company, bright and cheerful. Her manner lifted, not only Abel's spirits, but everyone else's as well. By the end of the second day, she and Mary had developed a warm companionship, and she and Virgil were well on the road to becoming good friends.

Ion and Astha were settling into the group nicely as well. Esther had been a little concerned, knowing that the AX members and the Imperial envoys hadn't had much chance to work together. To her surprise, they got along well. Ion searched out Tres, and the two of them could be found talking quietly in the gardens, or occasionally holding sparring practice for Ion. He also spent a great deal of time with Virgil, and the two of them shared an amiable relationship. Astha and Leon spent more than one day in each other's company, though Esther heard at least one loud shouting match, and rumors of others. She was also witness to at least one occasion where Leon left a room holding the side of his jaw and muttering about 'crazy women'. However, it didn't stop the dark-haired priest from flirting with Astha over dinner.

The Professor spent time with everyone. He spoke to Astha, developing an easy friendship with her. Ion he engaged in matters of Imperial scholarship, and how it differed from the Albion and Roman Universities. He also took discrete care of Abel, stopping by every now and then to speak to the other man, or offer a few quiet words of encouragement.

True to her word, Seth spent most of her time with Abel, but she also spent several hours talking things over with Esther. Like Caterina, Seth's experience was far greater than Esther's, but her approach was radically different from the Lady Cardinal. While both of them preferred to be in the middle of things, taking a hands-on approach, they preferred different methods. Caterina favored using her agents to deal with things, remaining near the seat of power while sorting things out and deciding a plan of action. Seth, on the other hand, was far more likely to use her agents as distractions, while she dove into situations on her own, using street techniques and the power of the Empress to sort things out. Though she did have envoys she could send when needed, it was clear she preferred to be right at the scene of the matter, just as she had when they'd foiled the attempted assassination over a year before.

Esther found it odd, that two such women of similar temperaments should have such different approaches, but when she mentioned it, Seth shook her head. "It's really not that odd. It's true, the Cardinal and I do have a lot in common but…there are two critical differences." She stood, pacing to the window. "Cardinal Sforza was raised near the seat of power, as a proper noble. I wasn't raised like that at all, so I'm more used to doing things on my own. But the other thing is…" She stared out at the landscape. "I've had my position, and my power, for a long time. Even if something happened to take me from it…well, you saw what happened with Suleyman. So I can afford to take chances sometimes. But Caterina does not hold the position I do, nor is it as secure as my own. After all, I understand her brother holds equal power, and wishes it otherwise."

"That is true." Esther frowned down at her hands. "Cardinal di Medici…he can be very helpful, but he and Lady Caterina do seem to fight an awful lot."

"Exactly. For the sake of the position she holds, Lady Caterina has to be much more careful. However, I think if our positions were reversed…she would choose more of a direct approach as well. And while I've never been in her place…I would probably make the same decisions she does." Seth grinned. "How people handle things depends as much on their circumstances as it does their temperament. But I'm sure you've realized that by now."

"That is true." Esther nodded, and studied the report in her hands. It was a request for guards in a certain sector of the city. She understood the need to be cautious, but she feared that people would feel threatened if there was too much evidence of government and military in the area. The extra police would only enforce the impression that there was danger. Too, there might be people who felt the government was interfering too much in local actions. The balance of power on the streets was as delicate as that of the Ghetto, and for much the same reason.

Seth drifted over to look at the paper. Esther lowered it, allowing her to read it, and the youthful mouth frowned. "That is a tricky question."

"It is. I understand the desire for more security, but too much…" Esther sighed.

"Yeah. I've run into that problem as well." Seth grinned and settled onto a chair. "It's on questions like this that taking a few days and posing as a tea seller is a real benefit. Getting out to see the town, hear the people talk…this is the sort of thing I usually use that disguise for."

Esther sighed and set the paper down with a sad smile. "You're right. But even so, I don't think that's something I can do right now."

"I beg to differ." Virgil spoke up softly. He and Abel had been on the opposite side of the room, working on something on the computer. Esther looked up to meet the man's eyes. Virgil met her gaze with a level one of his own. "If you truly wish to, Your Majesty, I can have arrangements made for you to take a tour of Londinium."

Esther blinked. "Are you sure? I mean…security and everything…"

"I will accompany you, along with Father Nightroad. And, of course, I recommend going in something of a disguise. However…" He paused, considering. "It has been over two weeks since you received that threat, and we have yet to see any sign of action. A trip to Londinium would be beneficial for a number of reasons. One, if they expect you to hide in the Palace, it will move you at least temporarily away from your anticipated location. Two, as Lady Nightroad indicates, it will be a good strategy to get a feel for temperaments in the city. Vanessa has been keeping me apprised of the mood in the Ghetto. At present, there is a great deal of tension, but no fear as of yet. Also, the safe houses are operating, and many of the modifications suggested have been made. This would be an ideal time to examine their functioning."

"That's true. But…my responsibilities in the Palace…is it all right?"

"Yes. Without the full court here, your workload has been reduced, as I'm sure you noticed. As for the Council…" He stopped a moment, and reached down to pick up a piece of paper. "There is little enough business, that I suspect a short holiday will not go amiss. To be honest, even without the reason provided by our guests, I would still recommend taking a break. After all, it is possible to become over-tired of the Council and day to day workings of the Palace, and I do not wish to see you in that condition."

"I see." Esther sat for a moment, studying her desk. She hadn't thought about it, with Abel by her side, and the threat of Cain looming over her head, but Virgil was right. It was…a little boring, with nothing to do except talk to nobles and go through paperwork. She'd always been more involved in doing things, after all. And the inactivity only gave her more time to think of the threats made against her.

"You're right. I guess I hadn't thought about it, but I could use a bit of a holiday, if you don't think it will cause a problem."

"Not at all." Virgil set his papers down and bowed. "If you wish, I can have the necessary arrangements made by tomorrow."

"Please do that." Esther smiled. "Will we need guards?"

He shook his head. "Guards will only alert people to your identity and your presence. No, I think this trip would be better made with just the four of us, and perhaps Father Wordsworth, if he wishes to accompany us. After all, he is a native of the city, and would serve as an excellent guide."

"Very well then. If you would see to things…I'll just finish up my work here, so we don't have anything to worry about."

"As you wish." Virgil bowed once more, then left.

Seth grinned. "Wow. I must admit, I'm curious about this city, but I wasn't expecting to get a guided tour." She turned to her brother. "You will be coming with us, won't you, Abel?"

Abel blinked. "I…umm, well yes. Lord Walsh did say I should. And I do know the city reasonably well, I suppose. Though it's changed a great deal from my first impressions of it."

Seth made a soft noise. "Everything has changed a great deal from our first impressions. Besides…isn't it better this way? For you, I mean." She wasn't looking at him any more, and her voice was soft. "After all…your original memories of the city…that's why I wasn't sure you'd want to come tomorrow."

Abel stared at her for a moment, then stood and crossed the room to fold his sister in a gentle embrace. "You don't need to worry. It's all right now. Even if…even if I'm faced with the memories from then, I assure, I'm all right." His voice took on a rough, but thoughtful tone. "You know…I even went...I even went there. I took Esther to the lab a few weeks ago, when I told her…"

"She mentioned that. That you told her. I figured you'd be all right, but…I don't want to trouble you too much right now." Seth shifted in her brother's arms.

"It's all right." His voice lightened suddenly. "Actually, I'm looking forward to it. I'm afraid I haven't spent much time in Londinium, not unless there was trouble of some sort. I'm looking forward to building some new memories of the place, and getting to know the city properly, you know. It's rather like Rome." His eyes came to Esther's twinkling with a sort of strange anticipation. "You remember what I told you, Esther?"

She did remember. She'd asked him once, on their way to Rome the first time, if he thought she could fit in there. If he thought she'd get lost and what he thought of the city. His answer had been odd, but also comforting and rather helpful, in its way. 'It's stunning, but…every city has its own character. It has its good points, and bad points, and they shape your opinion. Esther learns Rome…and Rome learns Esther.' She smiled at the memory.

Seth made a soft disgusted noise. "You know, if the two of you get any more obvious, you might as well just announce that you're married already. And even if Esther understands you perfectly well, I don't have a clue what you're talking about, brother mine. And if you don't explain, I might be tempted to do something drastic, like hide the sugar."

Esther grinned. Abel made a soft noise of amused disapproval. "Really now!" But he smiled, and he still had his arms around his sister. "I told Esther once that cities had character, and that you had to learn a city, and let it get to learn you as well. And I haven't really gotten to see Londinium in a fair light before. So I think I'll enjoy this."

Seth grinned. "You mean, you'll enjoy spending time with Esther out on the town. After all, this is almost like a date for the two of you, isn't it?" Her grin turned into a smirk.

Her brother colored slightly, but the smile didn't slip from his face. He simply shrugged. "Well, there is that too." He gave Esther a warm smile over his sister's head, then ruffled the dark hair affectionately. "Now, if you don't mind, I think Esther and I need to get back to work."

"Hmph." Seth made a soft noise as her brother released her, but she didn't tease him any further, just settled back in her own chair, beside Esther. "So then, about this matter of security in the city…."

The next day dawned bright and clear. It was a little cool, by Esther's standards, but the sun was out, warming the city walks, and the air was crisp with a bright blue sky overhead. To her surprise, Wordsworth had agreed to come with them, as a guide. Leon and the others chose to remain in the palace, both to keep an eye on things, and to hint that Esther was still in residence.

Esther met the others at the garden door. Virgil wore a casual suit, for him, and has exchanged the long trench-coat for his other favored option, and dark cloak. This late in the year, it wasn't likely to be much noticed, and the hood would serve to somewhat disguise his distinct hair and face. Abel and the Professor wore their cassocks, of course, though they wore casual, plain garb instead of the partially armored attire they generally had as AX agents.

Esther wore one of her very informal dresses, the kind she wore for working in the garden, or for going outside. It was longer, going to about mid-calf, with long sleeves and a light cloak thrown over it. She wore none of her jewelry, or anything denoting her rank. Dressed as she was, she knew no one would look twice at her. She looked like a young merchant's daughter.

Seth had chosen to go even more casually. Her dress was white, with lace bordering the short sleeves and hem, and floral patterns stitched into the skirt. The stitching was well done, but subtle, a white on white that blended in and yet caught the eyes at the same time. The dress was form-fitting, but not in any way snug, tailored to fit well without being troublesome. The only decoration was a bright green, ruffled collar with a white bow, and a curling vine that ran from her left shoulder diagonally across to her right hip. The vine was dark green, embellished here and there with leaves and yellow flowers. Over it, she wore a pale green vest, open with no means of fastening. It was sleeveless, but both hem and armholes sported more of the forest green vines, creating the illusion that they were seamlessly part of the dress. To finish the outfit, she'd worn white mid-calf boots, with turned down tops and golden highlights, and a bright, grass green bow settled firmly in her dark hair. Esther thought the dress was a bit short for the weather, since it ended above the knees, but she couldn't deny the other girl looked very fetching, and every inch a charming teenager instead of the Empress. She wondered if Ion or Astha had a chance to see the outfit, and what they'd thought of it. The thought brought a grin to her lips.

Abel blinked as the two girls came up to the doors. He studied his sister for a moment. "You know…I don't normally comment on fashion, but…I'm not sure that's quite appropriate for fall. After all, we'll be in big trouble if you catch cold, you know."

Seth grinned. "Oh, stop worrying. You know as well as I do, it's not like I ever catch cold." She let her grin widen, and moved closer. "Of course…I know you have trouble with the idea of protecting your cute younger sister, but I'm sure you'll manage." She patted his arm. "I also know you have no fashion sense whatsoever, Abel, but maybe we can try and change that while we're out today."

Her brother made a face. "Really now…you know I can't do that. After all, as a member of the Vatican, I do have a uniform to wear, you know."

William chuckled, but he laid a hand on Seth's shoulder in a friendly fashion. "I fear Abel's right. As a priest, he really does have to stick with his uniform, unless it's a special circumstance."

Seth sighed theatrically. "Oh well." She studied her brother carefully. "Well, I will admit, he did look good in those Imperial clothes Astha bought for him, but it might be just as well that you don't dress up all that often. After all, it's really not fair to Esther if girls start fighting over you. And as much as I hate to admit it, you really do look rather good in just about anything. If we dressed you up, even you might notice that."

Her brother turned red. "Now then…really…" He was saved from his indignant spluttering by Virgil's return from checking preparations.

The aide straightened his shirt sleeves, then bowed. "The gateway is clear, majesty. We should have no problems, and I've let them know to expect us sometime this evening."

"All right. We should get going then. But…" She smiled at him. "Please remember, Lord Walsh, you do have my permission to use my name."

"As you wish, Lady Esther." He held out his hand, not to Esther, but to Seth, allowing the Vatican priest to take Esther as his escort. William fell in beside them.

The day was wonderful. Esther had never had a chance to really explore her capital, though she'd wandered it quite a bit. But Virgil knew all the historic spots, and several places of interest. Abel knew even more, and occasionally would ask where this or that structure was, or had been. William, on the other hand, was experienced in picking out random places to go, remarking more than once at little secrets of the city he'd discovered during his student days. He gave them a grand tour of the University of Londinium, pointing out all the more interesting sights, and led them to a small café with excellent sandwiches for lunch.

Virgil, for his part, led them to several historic spots. He took them to the Londinium Tower, and to Londinium Bridge. Abel called it London Bridge, and Seth started humming a song that Esther had never heard, but a catchy tune that made her brother smirk. They also went to a giant clock tower. Abel called it Big Ben, and appeared slightly surprised to hear that the original clock had been destroyed, and an exact replica had replaced it. The newer clock was only a few hundred years old, but it had taken the name of its predecessor.

From there, they meandered through the city, looking into whatever happened to interest them. Seth and Esther both dragged the men into the formal city gardens. William and Abel countered by introducing them to the theaters, including a circular one Abel called the Shakespeare Theater. Hearing that name, his sister had groaned and pounced on him, clapping a hand over his mouth and swearing that if he spouted any nonsense, she was going to hit him herself. Virgil, for his part, introduced them to what he called the old House of Commons, and the House of Lords, two seats of ancient political power that had lost every meaning but the symbolic in Armageddon. To her surprise, Abel knew as much about them as Virgil, and even managed to dredge up the names of a few representatives he'd known, or known of. But he didn't seem willing to speak much about it, and Esther didn't ask him. Instead, they wandered off to a place that Virgil called Trafalgar Square, and then beyond that.

The day was wonderful. Esther had always been curious about her capital city, but she'd never gotten to see it like this. She even persuaded Abel and Virgil to engage a short cruise for them on the River Thames, reveling in the view and the cool water splashing against the side of the boat. She was also aware of Seth. The younger Nightroad had glued herself to Abel and Virgil, peppering them both with questions. She seemed fascinated with everything about the city. With her eyes shining and her hair tousled by the wind, she looked every inch the innocent carefree young woman she frequently pretended to be. Her enthusiasm and laughter was infectious. By the time they stopped halfway through the afternoon for ice cream at a street vendor, everyone was caught up in the excitement. Even Virgil, usually so calm and impassive, was smiling, his fair hair mussed by the wind and his eyes speaking of a relaxation she'd hardly ever seen in him. How he still managed to appear dignified was something Esther didn't know, and didn't care. Beside him, Abel was laughing sheepishly as William and Seth teased him about the fact that he'd asked for three scoops of ice cream, while the rest of them had asked for two. Esther watched him, feeling light-hearted with joy.

It was just turning to sunset when they finally returned to Buckingham Palace. Mary greeted them at the small gate they'd exited from that morning. Her eyes roamed over the group, all of them with flushed faces and wind tossed hair. Then she smiled. "I take it you had a good day, Lady Esther, Lady Nightroad?"

"Yes, we did, thank you." Esther grinned self-consciously as she tried to smooth her hair into some sort of order. She caught movement beside her, and turned to find Virgil doing the same thing, visibly re-cloaking himself in the dignity of an aristocrat, though his eyes still sparkled.

Seth grinned. "It was pretty neat." She fixed Virgil with an appraising look. "You really do know your way around the city, Lord Walsh. I think you even know more than my brother here." She offered him her hand. "I really did enjoy today. Thank you for arranging this for me and Abel." She frowned. "Speaking of Abel…" She turned, and surveyed her elder brother. "Well, Abel? Was it everything you hoped for, this time?"

"Indeed. I quite enjoyed it." His blue eyes were glittering with the emotions of the day, sparkling with the remnants of the enjoyment of the afternoon.

Seth relaxed. "That's good to hear."

"I'm pleased to hear that." Mary smiled at both siblings. "Please, let us know if there's anything else we can assist you with."

One corner of Seth's mouth turned up in a wry grin. "Well, I do appreciate the offer. And there is one more thing I was hoping to do, but I'm afraid it might be a little more troublesome."

"Indeed? May I ask what that was?" Virgil's pale eyebrow rose.

Seth's wry grin widened. "Well, what I'd like to do is visit the Vatican with Abel." She locked both hands behind her and stretched, rocking slightly on her heels. "After all, he's worked there for over a decade now, and I really haven't had a chance to see what its like. I was hoping, with the new alliance, that I might get to visit there."

"Well, that's hardly a problem." William grinned. "After all, I'm sure Lady Caterina would be more than happy to give you a tour. And at the very least, I could arrange to come with you and guide you."

"I'm sure that's true." A touch of sadness entered Seth's eyes. "But…what I really want to do is see the things that are so important to my brother. And, well…" She grinned, looking sheepish. "I would like to meet His Holiness, as well. After all, he runs an Empire fully as vast as the one I represent. I have to admit, I'm a little curious about him. Especially with his siblings and all. He sounds like he has as much trouble with them as I do with mine." The grin turned impish.

"Really now." Abel made an exasperated noise. "Lady Caterina has always been most supportive of His Holiness."

"Well, you've always been my support too, Abel, even when you don't realize it. However…" His sister turned and poked him in the chest. "That doesn't mean you haven't been troublesome as well."

William chuckled. "She has you there."

Abel flushed. "Well, I can't say I really have room to deny it, but…" He turned back to his sister. "Aside from checking out my workplace and meeting the Pope…you know, you really don't have to go to the Vatican for that. I am a wandering priest after all, and I work here now, so…"

Seth laid a hand on his lips. "I know. But I'm still curious. Besides…" She stopped for a moment, and a wistful expression touched her face. "The Vatican…that's where you left her, isn't it? That's where Lilith is buried. There, or somewhere nearby." She met her brother's eyes. "I guessed it, when you turned up at the church, and when I heard you'd been found by the Cardinal, and how you were saved." She smiled again, this time faintly tinged with sadness. "It's been quite a while since I saw her. But…I never really got a chance to tell her good-bye, you know?"

Abel's eyes softened, and he pulled her to him in a gentle hug. "I know. I'm sorry."

Seth made a soft noise. "You don't have to apologize. I just…I thought I might like to see her."

"Lilith?" Mary's voice was questioning, neutral.

"Lilith Sahl. The Dark Holy Woman. She who also founded the Albion Underground." Virgil spoke softly. He turned his pale gaze to meet Abel's. "Am I correct?"

"Yes. And she is buried, not far from the Vatican." He sighed. "Normally, I'd be quite willing to take you, but…"

His sister sighed as well. "I know." She broke from him, leaning against the wall. "Right now, you need to stay with Esther. Especially if he's after her for some reason. I can't ask you to leave her side right now. Normally, I'd just ask her to come with us, for a couple days, but with things the way they are…" She shrugged. "Well, that's why I said it would probably be troublesome."

Esther saw Virgil's light gaze flick over the two siblings. Then he turned and motioned. "Colonel Spencer, Father Wordsworth…may I speak with you a moment?" He motioned a few feet away, then bowed to Esther. "If you will excuse me a moment, Majesty." She nodded, and watched as her two advisors and the AX priest moved off to one side.

Abel blinked. "Now what on Earth…?" He studied Virgil's back, puzzlement in the blue eyes.

"I think they're trying to figure out exactly what to do with us." Seth sighed, and gave Esther a sheepish grin. "Sorry. I didn't mean to cause so much fuss."

"It's all right. I can understand your feelings. And really, I don't mind if you take Abel for a day or two." She knew she'd miss him, but she understood, and he was Seth's brother.

To her surprise, the dark-haired girl shook her head. "I really think it's best if he stays with you right now. And while I don't mind having you come along…your advisors might feel differently."

"As a matter of fact, I believe we can arrange for a short trip, if you wish." Virgil had turned back to them. "Given the lower activity in court, it would not be impossible to arrange for your absence for a few days. And, as I said before, if the Order anticipates your presence here, then it is not unreasonable for you to take some time away from the Palace."

"I see. But…won't they know I've left?" Esther frowned. "And what about my responsibilities here?"

"They can be managed. And in truth, we had hoped to avoid making it known that you have left the Palace. It is not as simple as the arrangements for Lady Nightroad…" Virgil nodded his head in Seth's direction. "…but it can be done. As we have already announced that you were taking a brief holiday, if your trip is taken within the next few days, it should not result in any difficulties."

"How do you plan to avoid letting people know Esther is gone?" Seth rocked back on her heels. "I mean, with the morning Court and all….Esther's pretty visible as a monarch."

"True. However, we can simply announce that she has chosen to take a temporary vacation, or retreat. The former Queen also did so, from time to time." Virgil studied the walls, then quirked one eyebrow thoughtfully. "With the winter coming, and the start of holidays, we can announce that Your Majesty has chosen to take a break to consider how to best manage your first Holy Season at court. Her Majesty, Queen Brigitte, did celebrate Christmas. And considering our new Alliance, I suspect the season will have special meaning this year. I doubt anyone will question that your Majesty is arranging matters. And if the envoys and your advisors remain here, then most will assume you are simply doing so in the privacy of your own offices."

"He's right about that." Wordsworth smiled around his pipe. "I agree. If you want to go to Rome, you go right ahead with Abel and his sister. The rest of us will stay here and provide a distraction. I'm sure between us, we can manage to create a reasonable pretense of your presence." He smiled. "I'm sure Leon will be more than happy to assist."

"I…thank you. Do you think it will really be okay?" She felt a little concerned.

Seth grinned. "Don't worry. I'm sure Abel and I can handle anything that might happen. I mean, if it were just Abel, then I'd be a little worried, but with me along, you'll be fine."

"Really!" Abel made a face as his sister. Then he sighed and gave her another hug. "Well, I suppose two are better than one." He turned to smile at Esther. "Would you like to come to Rome with us, Miss Esther? For a short trip, at least."

In the face of his invitation, Esther felt her fears and doubts shrink. She returned his smile. "Of course I would." She bowed her head. "Thank you for inviting me."

"There's no need for all that." Seth grinned and ducked free of her brother to throw an arm about her shoulders. "After all, we are old friends."

"That's true." Esther straightened.

The Professor chuckled. "Well then, if that's all straightened, then we really should get started on your travel plans, shouldn't we? So let's see what we can do." Together, the small group moved down the hall.

Travel plans weren't nearly as hard as Esther feared. Ships went from Rome to Albion on a regular basis, and vice-versa. They were lucky; an Albion passenger ship was scheduled to depart the next evening, to return three days later. Virgil listed all three of them, Abel by his own name, Seth without a last name, and Esther under a pseudonym. The money for the ticket came out of the Vatican budget. A quick call to Caterina established the story that Abel wished to return to discuss some security measures, and to introduce his sister, who was working with the Empire, to the Church. Leon griped a little about being left behind while Abel got to travel with two good looking women, until William pointed out that it left him to his own devices with Astha. Ion and the Professor were planning to spend the time discussing life in Albion, while Virgil and Mary would maintain the cover that Esther was still within the country's borders, and the Palace walls.

Abel was quiet during the planning, though he did help Esther pack. Considering the shortness of the trip, he packed a small bag, while the two girls shared a suitcase. They also agreed it was better to book a room on the liner, but only one. After all, the flight was only scheduled to take an evening. Esther packed one good dress, for their meeting with the Pope, and then two or three lighter ones, for their wandering.

The following evening, Virgil presented them with their tickets. "Vanessa will be here shortly, to drive the three of you to the Albion main airport. You will board the Tristan there. I've secured a first class cabin for you."

Abel's eyebrow went up. "The Tristan? Ummm…that wouldn't be the same ship that nearly got crashed into the Vatican a few years back, would it?" His eyes looked slightly concerned.

"It would. Is there some problem with that?" Virgil regarded him. "I assure you, we've increased security measures, and the captain of the ship is said to be very cautious."

"I don't doubt it in the least." Abel offered him a quick smile, but he looked distracted. "At any rate, I don't suppose…" He shook his head. "Ah well. We'd best be on our way." He quirked a smile, much less distracted, at his two travelling companions, then picked up the suitcases. "And there's Miss Vanessa with the car, so…" He gave Virgil a nod, and turned to take the bags to the vehicle.

Esther took their tickets, exchanging a startled look with Seth. She had no doubt that something had crossed Abel's mind. He didn't seem to be too worried, more as if he'd remembered something odd. But she did wonder about what had prompted that particular reaction. Her companion shrugged, then made a face and an exasperated gesture. Then both of them turned and headed for the car, following their silver-haired companion.

Esther wanted to ask Abel what was on his mind, but the trip was a fairly short one. Besides, Abel sat up front with Vanessa, and she and Seth sat in the back seat, where they would be safer if something happened. But the trip was made without incident, and within twenty minutes, the three of them were exiting at the loading platform of the liner. Abel took their luggage to be checked, while Esther and Seth took up positions in the line of passengers waiting to board. Both women were careful to keep a hand discretely on their weapons while they waited for Abel to return. Nothing happened, but Esther was still relieved when he re-joined them. She sighed, and allowed herself to relax.

Boarding took only a few minutes. The guards checked them for weapons, but all three of them had a special permit to carry, so it was all right. Then they were taken on board, and escorted to their rooms. Seth and Esther settled in with twin sighs of relief. Abel had just wandered over to check the drink counter that came with the room, when the door to the cabin slid open, and a young woman walked through.

She looked to be a few years older than Esther, with long brown hair, pulled back neatly away from her face, and brown eyes. She had a pretty face, with a splash of freckles across her nose, and she was wearing the uniform of a ship's pilot. She took two steps into the cabin, her eyes on the silver-haired priest. "Father Nightroad, is that you?"

Abel turned at the voice, and his eyes brightened. "Miss Jessica." He moved to stand before the young woman. "I was wondering if you'd be on board." His eyes drifted over her uniform. "Well, so you did make pilot after all. Congratulations!" His smile widened, faintly teasing. "See, I told you, you could do it if you tried."

The girl, Jessica, blushed. "Yes, I did. I passed my examination a month after we met, Father. And actually, I'm the Captain. They said, after the way I flew into Rome that night…that I ought to have the position. So now…"

"Well done! I thought you'd do all right!" Abel placed his hands on her shoulders. "I hope you'll let my friends and I have a drink with you to celebrate, later on."

"Of course." She smiled at him. "I have to get to the bridge now, Father, but I wanted to tell you…if you want anything, just go to the stewardess on this deck. I've left instructions that anything you or your friends want is on the house. So don't hesitate, okay Father?"

Abel blinked. "Well, that is very generous, but you don't have to…" He stopped when Jessica laid a hand over his mouth. Now she was the one smiling.

"Of course I do, Father. After all, I never got to thank you properly. And things were so busy when we landed, I didn't even get to give you your sandwich. Consider it a return on our promise, with interest, okay?" She smiled at him.

Abel smiled sheepishly back. "Well, if you insist…I suppose I'll accept, just this once."

"Good. I'll send someone by with your tea in a few hours, all right?" She grinned at him once more, then vanished back into the corridor, shutting the door behind her.

There was silence for a few seconds, then Seth let out a whistle. "Well, that was unexpected." She shook her head. "Honestly Abel, you know the most unusual people. And what was that all about, anyway?"

Abel shook his head. "It's nothing much. I…happened to do Miss Jessica a favor, once. I didn't really expect her to remember me quite so well though."

"A favor?" Seth eyed her brother. "Abel, I've been on ships like this before. She just gave you, gave all of us, a free ticket to anything we wanted. That's not a small thing."

"She's right." Esther blinked, remembering the trip she'd taken on board the San Ariel when travelling to Rome the first time. The Professor, with the help of the Vatican, had footed the bill, but even the simple meal they'd eaten had been over fifty dinars per person. Ships like this were expensive to travel on. "She did say we could ask for anything, too."

Seth jumped up and poked her older brother in the chest. "Start talking. What exactly happened between the two of you, Abel?" She crossed her arms, a wicked glint in her eyes. "I hope you haven't been unfaithful to Esther."

Abel blushed scarlet. "Of course not! I hadn't even met her when I met Miss Jessica. And really…it wasn't anything." He sighed. His eyes turned dark, and distant with memory. "I was…assigned a mission in Albion a few years back, and Caterina booked me a flight on this ship to return to Rome. It was the quickest way home, after all. But…there was a member of the Fleur du Mal, who snuck onboard. He was…working for the Order. On their instructions, he hijacked the computer, and threatened to crash the ship into the Vatican. Caterina contacted me, and told me to stop him. So I…well, I did my best."

"I see. So then, where does she fit into this?" Seth jerked her head at the door. "I saw her expression, Abel. She practically worships the ground you walk on. What on Earth did you do? And what was all that about a sandwich?"

Abel's ears went a little pink. "Well I…Miss Jessica was a stewardess. I was hungry, but I…well, I was a little short on cash. So I asked her for some tea, but it got spilled…and she offered me a sandwich. But…she got called to the bridge, and just after that, I got a call from Sister Kate, about the hijacker."

"So then, you rescued her?" Esther blinked up at him.

"Well, I suppose you could say that. He did have her captured, and I did manage to get her free. But really, she did all the hard work. I took her to the sub-bridge and unlocked the plane controls for her, but she's the one who flew the ship into Rome." He smiled, nostalgia touching his features. "Really, she's an excellent pilot. Even then…she did quite well. Even though Cardinal di Medici tried to end the threat by blowing us out of the sky, she did very well. She even dodged two of the missiles. I was quite impressed."

"What happened to the hijacker?" Esther couldn't help feeling curious, drawn in by Abel's story.

His eyes darkened. "Well, he did follow us." He sighed. "I hurt him, and in retaliation, he killed some of the passengers. But…I managed to get him outside the ship, and then…well, the rest…I'm sure you can guess." He grimaced.

She could guess. Against a threat like that, he'd probably used the Crusnik. She stood, and moved over to lay a hand on his arm. "It's all right. I'm sure you did the best you could."

"She certainly thinks so." Seth grinned. Then she stretched. "I say we take her up on her offer, later." She looked at Abel, still standing with a distant look on his face, then moved over and punched him lightly. He blinked and looked down at her, and she shook her finger in his face. "Don't you dare go getting all depressed on me now, Abel. Otherwise, I'll have to do something drastic. I'm not sure what yet, but I'll think of something. Even if I have to lock you in here alone with Esther and tell the stewardess not to disturb your 'personal time'." She winked at Esther.

Abel blushed. "Don't you even think such a thing." He made a face at her for a moment, then smiled. "Besides, I'm all right. And really, knowing she's done so well, I'm very glad."

"Good." Seth grinned at him, then turned back to Esther. "Well then, what shall we do now?"

The rest of the trip was quiet. They stayed in the rooms, most of the time, relaxing and talking together. Midway through the trip, a quiet young stewardess delivered tea, complete with thirteen sugars, to Abel. Shortly after that, Esther and Seth went and got food for all three of them. Despite Jessica's assurances, they both took money with them, but the stewardess took their order and brought them their food, all without a word about payment. When Esther asked how much it was, the young woman shook her head. "There's no charge, ma'am. Captain Langston said everything for your party was to be handled with her account." Esther and Seth shared a glance, but neither of them pushed the matter. Instead, they collected their purchase and returned to the cabin.

Several hours later, the ship docked in Rome. Abel led the two girls down the ramp. He was just moving to collect their bags when a voice spoke. "Here, Father."

Jessica was standing, holding their suitcases. She smiled. "I hope I got everything for you."

Abel nodded. "It looks fine." He smiled. "So, Miss Jessica, will you be our pilot on the way back?"

"Of course." Her grin widened. "I hope you'll let me treat you again on the return flight, Father."

His ears turned pink again. "Well, that's very kind of you, but really, I…"

"Don't be silly. It's the least I can do." Her eyes glittered with mischief. "After this though, you're on your own, okay Father?"

"All right. Well then, I'll see you in two days, Miss Jessica."

"All right. Take care of yourself, and your friends. I'll see you when it's time to return to Albion." The young captain smiled once more, then turned and vanished back into the ship.

Abel sighed. "Really…" He shook his head, then turned to his waiting companions. "Well then, I suppose we'd better go. After all, I suspect there's someone waiting for us, to take us to the Vatican."

He was right. Vaclav was waiting with a car. He bowed them into the vehicle, then settled into the driver's seat. "Abel."

"Yes?" Abel sat forward.

"Cardinal Sforza sent me to get you. She said to inform you that she will meet you at the Vatican. She also said to inform you that His Holiness would like to greet you this evening, if you are not too tired." He glanced at the three of them. "If you like, I can inform the Cardinal and His Holiness of your arrival, while you change."

"Yes, I think that would be best." Abel sighed. "I suppose I should just report in, but…I really don't think it's wise of me to leave my sister, or Miss Esther."

Vaclav smiled. "Lady Caterina is of the same opinion. She said you don't need to worry about it, this time." A few minutes later, he pulled up to the Vatican and ushered the three of them inside. He brought them to a suite of rooms, and gestured them inside. "I'll return to fetch you in about an hour. Please, make yourselves at home."

Abel nodded. "Well, now, this is a much bigger room than my usual." He nodded. "I think this should do quite nicely, don't you, Miss Esther?"

It was a suite of rooms, with a single bedroom, a living area, and a bathroom. None of the rooms were incredibly large, but they were very comfortable. It wasn't the rooms you'd use for visiting dignitaries either, but Esther understood. After all, they were supposed to be here in secret. She nodded. "I think it will work rather well. Seth?" She turned to look at the Empress.

Seth grinned. "Well, I have to admit, it isn't what I'm used to, but then, it's about like my apartment in the city, isn't it? So it's just fine." She looked around. "I'm a little surprised they didn't pick something fancier, but then…the whole point was to avoid notice, so we're doing pretty well." She looked up at Abel, then beyond him. "This place…it's pretty big, isn't it, Abel?"

"It is. And Rome itself is huge." He smiled. "It took me forever to learn my way around, but you needn't worry. Esther and I know all the best places to go."

"Oh, I'm not worried." His sister glanced at the wall. "Speaking of going, didn't your friend say we were going to meet the Pope this evening?" She grinned. "In that case, Esther and I had better get dressed properly, hadn't we?" She shoved her brother in the direction of the bedroom. "Why don't you go in there while Esther and I freshen up, all right Abel?"

He blinked. "Seth…what…" His sister only smiled, and shoved him in, kicking the suitcase in after him.

She sighed and leaned against the door. "That brother of mine…" She shook her head, then smiled at Esther. "Well then, would you like to use the bathroom first, or shall I?"

Forty-five minutes later, they were ready. Esther had chosen to wear a formal gown in a pale pink, with a ruffled collar and long sleeves. She wore a small coronet, dangling ruby earrings, and the necklace Abel had given her. It wasn't the fanciest outfit she'd ever worn, but it was perfectly suitable for a young woman coming to meet the Pope. She snuck a glance at Seth.

She was obviously taking her role as an Imperial representative very seriously, and anyone familiar with Court customs of the Empire would know at once she was from the household of the Empress. But she'd also clearly selected this outfit to complement the robes of a Cardinal. There was an odd echo to them of Caterina's robes, a subtle way of hinting at her importance without stating her identity.

The robe itself fell to mid-calf. Underneath it, she wore a simple white shift, the same length and with a high collar. The robe itself was an emerald green, with white cuffs, and a white ruff around the collar. The collar itself fell to a v-neck cut, the ruff cut in a deeper, off-center v that dipped to the right side of her chest. Both ruff and collar were trimmed in gold brocade, and the right side of the v was decorated with a delicate gold flower brooch, set with a ruby at its center, and further enhanced by a small golden tassel. The left side was also decorated with a brooch, but this one supported a slender white sash, that fell to Seth's right hip before tying off in a small knot. Her sleeves were full length, almost too long, with turned back white cuffs that were at least four inches wide. The white was also simply decorated with a double strand of the gold brocade. From the collar, the rest of the robe was simply cut, and undecorated until a third of the way down her thigh. From there, it split to reveal the white shift. Each section ended in a v, to echo the cut of the collar. The slits, as well as the tapered points were outlined in a slightly darker gold, and embellished by metallic needlework, done in the Imperial insignias. There was more than one, and each one was made differently. The main panel, on the front, sported Seth's personal emblem, the two to either side showed the Imperial standard, embellished somewhat with small rubies. Below that, the other woman wore white boots, the tops decorated with glittering golden curling vines, winding three or four times around her calf. Small laces of emerald thread formed the leaves.

To crown the outfit Seth wore a hat that, if it hadn't been made to mimic Caterina's, was certainly the closest Esther had ever seen anyone come. It was triangular, with a white interior, and a two inch white border. The edge was trimmed with still more gold, to echo her outfit, and supported by delicate golden arcs of metal, pointing from the green center. At the very front of the cap, white silk stiffened almost into a board rose in the shape of a crown, surmounted at the center of her forehead with a white enameled brooch, depicting a circlet of rose vines, with ruby red thread to denote the flowers. It would have looked almost too formal, except that Seth had added a wide green pin, depicting a leaf, with green painted metal and gold outlines to one side, and a large black bow with long dangling ribbons to the other. Between that and the uncontrollable, wildly tousled look to her hair, the outfit went from unbearably formal to perfect. And the care in her attire did help offset the devilish grin on her face as she pirouetted before her brother. "So Abel, how do I look?"

Her brother studied her a moment. He hadn't really changed his clothing, aside from choosing a clean cassock. He took in the outfit, then smiled. "You know, I'm very glad Leon isn't here right now." He stood, and moved over to his sister. "I think you look absolutely stunning. Between you and Esther, I'm sure His Holiness will be quite impressed." He turned to smile at Esther. "You look lovely too." The smile turned impish. "I don't suppose you have any lipstick to go with that, Miss Esther? Not that you need it, but…"

Esther blushed. Abel released his sister, and moved to stand in front of her, to take her chin in a gentle grip and raise her gaze to meet his. "Truly. You look beautiful." An almost wistful smile touched his mouth. "I really almost feel under-dressed."

"Nonsense." Esther smoothed a crease out of the black fabric of his uniform. "You look just fine, Abel. Very handsome and distinguished."

Seth made a soft noise that might have been either laughter or exasperation. "You know…you two…Abel, if you hold her much tighter, you're going to put wrinkles in Esther's dress."

Both of them blushed slightly, and Abel took a small step back. "Well, I suppose she is right." He smiled at her again, and raised one hand to kiss. "But you do look lovely."

A few minutes later, Vaclav knocked on the door. "Are you ready?" He studied the two women, then bowed. "Your presence graces the Vatican. If you'll come with me, Abel and I will escort you to see His Holiness." He held out his hand to Esther, which she took, leaving Abel to escort his sister.

Within minutes, they'd been brought, not to the formal audience chamber, but to one of the Pope's private reception rooms. Petros stood on guard, but when he saw the three of them, he nodded and shifted aside. Vaclav rapped on the door politely, and was greeted by the invitation to enter. He pushed the door open, and ushered the three of them inside. Then he shut the door, led Esther forward, and bowed. "Holiness, Cardinal Sforza, and Cardinal di Medici, I present Lady Esther Blanchett, of Albion, Father Abel Nightroad of the AX, and Lady Seth Nightroad from the Empire."

"Lady Esther." Alessandro rose from his seat, along with his siblings. To her surprise, he wasn't wearing his full ceremonial garb, only a slightly more ornamental version of his usual attire. He stepped forward off the dais, offering her a shy smile. "It's good to see you, Lady Esther. I mean…it's been a long time…since we met face to face. And…well, I hope…are you doing all right? After all…with everything…" He stopped, clearly uncertain.

"Everything's all right, Holiness." Esther smiled, and moved forward to dip him the half curtsey that was appropriate for their ranks. "I'm really doing quite well. But I did want to thank you once more for sending your people to help search for me."

"Ummm…well, it really….it wasn't really that much. After all, you….you escaped by yourself, right?" Alessandro flushed.

"That's true, but still, it is appreciated." They'd been friends long enough for Esther to feel comfortable reaching over to take his hand gently.

He blushed. "Well then…I guess…you're welcome." He smiled at her, then looked beyond her, to the two who still waited by the door. "Father…Father Nightroad."

"Holiness." Abel stepped forward and started to drop to his knees, but the young Pope held up a hand.

"Please…there's no need…you don't have to be so formal tonight. I don't think…it's not necessary for you…for you to kneel." The young man stopped. "Please…just for tonight at least…"

Abel nodded his head and straightened his long frame. Past him, Esther caught sight of Caterina, smiling, and Cardinal di Medici, scowling like a thundercloud. Then Abel took his sister's hand, and drew Seth forward. "Your Holiness, if I may, I'd like to present my sister, Seth. She's come this evening from the Empire."

"Oh…well, it's very nice…very nice to meet you." Under Seth's direct gaze, the youth flushed. He looked at her. "But really…you and Father Nightroad…you don't look much alike." His blush deepened. "I mean…I didn't know he had…that he even had a sister…and…you're from the Empire?" He stammered to a halt, clearly embarrassed.

Seth grinned. "It's okay. Honestly, you're not the first person brother Abel has surprised with this news. And we really don't look much alike. Abel takes after one side of the family, and I take after the other." She shifted, and her gaze crossed the two Cardinals. "I did come from the Empire, though. I'm working with the Duchess of Kiev and the Earl of Memphis right now."

"Oh…I know them. Sister…I mean, Lady Caterina, she…she's been working with them for a few months. But…I didn't know there was another envoy."

Seth shook her head, and laid a finger to the side of her face, tilting her head with a winsome smile. "Well, normally I just work in the Imperial Court, or out on the streets, in the service of the Empire. But right now's a special case. Besides…" She turned her grin up to the silver-haired man by her side. "I wanted to come see my big brother. We haven't had much chance to talk for a really long time."

"You haven't?" Alessandro blinked. "But…"

She shook her head again. "Well, Abel came here, and I was already over there. Considering the way things have been until recently, it didn't seem like such a great idea to try and contact him. Besides…" She cast another mischievous glance at her brother. "Abel's kind of silly. He ran off a while back, and I lost track of him. I wasn't sure quite where he was, until I heard he'd been seen with the Vatican."

"Oh. Well…I guess I see. I mean…it sounds confusing…and a little sad, but…I guess…is it all right now?" Alessandro blinked.

"Hmmm…well, it isn't perfect, but it's better than it could be. After all…" Seth shrugged. "I have another brother too, and I don't get along with him at all. Abel and I at least speak to each other." She studied the Pope a moment longer, then a wide grin split her face. "You know, I think I rather like you. I can see why Abel works for you and Cardinal Sforza." She moved forward, looking into his eyes, her own filled with amusement. "You're a lot shyer than my brother is, and definitely a lot quieter, but I think you two have a lot more in common than you think."

"How dare you!" Francesco di Medici exploded off the dais, his face crimson with rage. Alessandro flinched. He stopped. "To compare His Holiness to a mere priest, and such a man at that…you speak blasphemy! I should…"

"Brother, that's enough." Caterina's stern voice cut through his tirade. She moved forward to stand beside her younger brother. "Please remember, Lady Nightroad is a guest. And I'm sure she intends no insult whatsoever to His Holiness. After all, Father Nightroad is her brother. I suspect it was meant as a compliment, not a slur." She tilted her head, though whether she turned to the Pope or the Empress was unclear. "My apologies."

"It's…it's all right. I'm not offended. Actually…I think it was…very nice." His eyes shifted to Abel, standing quietly in the background. "I don't think…I don't mind…being compared to Father Nightroad. I mean…" His eyes slipped to Seth. "It seems like you like him a lot, so…"

"I do." Seth smiled, warm and genuine. "I love my brother Abel very much, and I respect him more than he'll ever know." Abel's ears turned pink, and he looked as if he wanted desperately to interrupt. Then Seth shrugged, and the merry mischief returned to her eyes. "But…I think it's all right. After all, even Abel has a few things he needs to work on. And I'll bet you feel the same way about your siblings." Alessandro blinked, and Seth offered him a wink.

"You…" Francesco looked scarlet with fury. "How dare you speak so casually, in the presence of His Holiness."

Seth grinned, a faint light of challenge in her green eyes. "Well, I guess I'm just used to it." She stepped forward. "I've already met Cardinal Sforza. I'm guessing you're the Cardinal di Medici, right? The head of the Knights of the Inquisition, right?" There was nothing amused in her expression. "I've heard of you. I even heard it said you gave my brother a hard time a few months ago."

"I did what was necessary." Francesco scowled.

Seth might have said something more, but Abel moved forward to lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Enough. I am all right, and everything turned out fine." Blue eyes met green for a moment, and then the priest looked up at the enraged cardinal and bowed his head. "My apologies. I'm afraid my sister is a little…protective of me, sometimes. And of course, coming from the Empire…"

"Of course. I'm sure we understand." Caterina moved to separate the two. "I beg your pardon as well. And you brother, please recall Lady Nightroad has quite a high status in her Majesty's court."

Francesco scowled furiously, but Alessandro brightened. "You are? I didn't know…what do you do?" He looked genuinely interested.

Seth smirked at him again, and tapped a finger to her lips. "I do whatever I need to. Sometimes, I go to Court. But usually, I prefer to be just Seth, a simple pretty girl in the service of the Empire."

"I see. Well, that sounds…really interesting." He twisted a handkerchief, looking suddenly shy. "I mean…I don't really…I don't know much about the Empire. I'd like to hear more, if you don't mind."

"Not at all." Seth nodded, ricking back on her heels in the way she did when she was excited. "Actually, I don't mind telling you. After all, I rather think we could be friends." She shot a glance at Francesco. "If that's not a problem."

"No. I don't mind at all." Alessandro's thin face lit up. "Actually…I think I'd like that. I think…I'd like that a lot."

Francesco made a disparaging noise, but he did not dare to confront the youth. Instead, he maintained a sullen silence while Seth and Alessandro chatted, occasionally Abel, Esther and Caterina into the conversation. Finally, Caterina laid a gentle hand on the Pope's shoulder. "Holiness, I hate to interrupt this, but it is getting late. I'm sure Father Nightroad, Lady Nightroad and Lady Esther need some rest. And please, don't forget that you yourself have early Mass to attend to."

The younger man nodded. "I understand, Sister." He turned back to the others. "I'm sorry. I mean, you're only going to be here for a little while, but I…"

"It's not a problem." Seth offered him a reassuring smile. "I'm sure, now that we've met, we'll be able to chat more often. Besides, I fear Cardinal Sforza is right. I confess, I do feel a little tired. And I don't want to let Abel get over-exhausted either."

"I'm fine, really." Abel blinked at her.

His sister turned and gave him an exasperated glare. "You'd say that even if you were about to keel over. And don't tell me otherwise." Abel had the good grace to blush. She turned back to the Pope. "So then, we really should let you get some rest as well."

"I…umm, well, all right. If you're sure that…that you're not offended. And maybe…maybe…we could talk again before you leave?" Alessandro blinked at her.

"Sure thing." Seth grinned, then turned to Caterina. "I guess we should take our leave for the evening, then?" She dipped her head. "Then I wish you good night, Holiness, Lady Caterina." She paused, then offered Francesco another nod. "And you as well, Cardinal di Medici."

The man snorted. "I need nothing from you."

"Well, then. I guess we're even." She waved at the Pope. "See you later." She turned. Abel and Esther both bowed and said their goodbyes, then Abel turned and escorted both women through the door.

He was silent on the way back to their rooms, but Esther could see the concern on his face. When they finally entered their rooms and shut the door, he sighed. "You know, that really was rather reckless of you. Facing the Cardinal like that…and besides, if you don't want people to guess your identity, you really should be more careful."

Seth made a soft noise. "I know. But…you know I never learned that sort of thing. Besides, they're probably going to have to find out sooner or later exactly who I am. It just makes it easier this way. And as for that Cardinal…" She made a face. "I don't really like his attitude. He reminds me a little of some of the hardliners I had to chase out of the Imperial court. And I know he made things difficult for you." She removed her cap, then moved to lean her head on Abel's chest. "Even if you won't see it, Abel, I saw in his eyes….he really doesn't like you. And if you're not careful…one day…I don't want to see anything happen to you."

"I know. But it's fine. I have Caterina, and Brother Petros, and even His Holiness looking out for me. So I'm sure it will be all right." he sighed. "I suppose there might be a problem if he discovers the truth about Cain, but I…don't intend to tell him."

"I know." Seth sighed again. "I just worry about you sometimes." She stood leaning on her brother for a few more moments, then stretched. "Well, I guess we'd better figure out our sleeping arrangements."

There was only one bed. It was fairly large, and there was a large couch in the front room. Abel made a quick survey of the rooms while the two girls took turned getting changed. He came back in, holding a pillow and a blanket under one arm. "Well, if you don't mind sharing, it looks as if the bed is big enough for the two of you."

Seth stepped to the doorway. "And where are you planning to sleep, Abel?"

He gestured to the couch, a carefree smile on his face. "I'm sure I'll be fine, right here."

Seth made a face. "I'll admit, it is a big couch, but still…it's not big enough for you to be comfortable on. I know you Abel, you'll get a crick in your neck like that."

Abe shrugged. "Well, I suppose I could sleep on the floor."

Seth made an exasperated noise. "Really now, there's no need for all that. That bed is quite big enough for the three of us to share." She grabbed his hand. "Come on."

Abel turned scarlet. "Seth! You know I can't…it would be highly improper. To share a bed with two women, even if you are my sister…really now…"

Seth grinned at him. "It'll be just like old times, remember?" A wistful, nostalgic look touched her face. "After all, we used to share quarters when we were kids, and even on Mars, you used to let me stay with you sometimes."

Abel's eyes misted over for a moment, but his voice was firm. "Be that as it may…there is Esther to consider. Even if I could get away with sleeping next to you…I highly doubt…"

Esther blinked. "I don't mind. After all, we've also shared rooms before. Granted, it may be a little tight, but…she is right. The bed is big enough." It was as large as her bed back at Buckingham Palace. Besides, she'd slept nearby Abel on more than one occasion, and his warm presence was always comforting. And given the current circumstances….she colored slightly and shoved that thought away.

Abel blinked at her. "Still…propriety…"

Seth grinned. "Don't worry. I'll sleep between the two of you, to make sure you can't try anything, brother mine." She grinned, then shoved him gently in the direction of the bathroom. "Shoo. Get out of those robes, so we can all get some sleep."

Abel made a face, but gave in. Esther and Seth were settling into bed a few minutes later, when he appeared in the door, wearing his black pants and a loose shirt, his hair falling loose down his back. Esther felt her heart skip an odd beat, but she just nodded to him. Abel stood in the doorway a moment, then sighed and turned off the main lights. A moment later, Esther felt the bed sink on the far side and heard the rustle of sheets. A touch of light glinted off of silver hair. From her left, there were soft rustling noises, then Seth spoke. "That's better." Her voice was contented and drowsy. "You're as warm as ever, Abel." There was a short pause, and then she spoke again. "I've missed you a great deal, Brother Abel."

His voice was equally soft when he responded. "I know."

Esther almost considered leaving herself. She felt like an intruder. But then a small, gentle hand took hers, pulling her closer. She wasn't used to sleeping beside someone, but the Empress pulled her into the group, and she found herself settled quite comfortably amidst the pillows, Seth's light breathing soft in her ear, and a welcome warmth beside her. She snuggled down, feeling a wave of sleepiness wash over her. The last thing she felt, or thought she felt, as she drifted off to slumber, was a gentle hand, much larger than Seth's reaching over to smooth her hair.

Esther woke the next day slightly confused. She was seeping near the edge of a bed, in a room not her own. Then she sat up. The walls of their room in the Vatican looked back at her. She stretched once, then looked down. Seth was still curled next to her, and on the far side, Abel was also still asleep, his sister curled against him like a kitten. Esther smiled, wishing she could have a camera. She started to slide out of bed, to leave them undisturbed, but at her movement, Seth stirred, and opened sleepy eyes, and her shift woke Abel as well. He blinked, then sat up abruptly, looking more than a little embarrassed. Then he muttered something that sounded like a cross between 'good morning' and 'excuse me' and left the room. Seth and Esther exchanged a look, then burst into giggles.

An hour later saw them all dressed in their informal clothes. Seth settled on the couch, and glanced at her brother. "So then, Abel, what shall we do now?"

"Well, I was thinking…you did say you wanted to see Rome and the Vatican, right?" At Seth's nod, her brother smiled. "Well then, why don't I leave a note for Havel, and then Esther and I can take you out and show you the sights? I'll even treat you to breakfast, and maybe lunch as well."

"That sounds wonderful." Seth hopped up. "Let's get going then."

The day that followed was like a repeat of the trip they'd had in Albion only a few days ago. This time though, Abel and Esther were the guides, instead of Virgil. Esther took Seth to one of her favorite café's for breakfast, then the three of them set out on a long, meandering journey over the city. It wasn't possible to see all of Rome in a day, but they certainly gave it their best effort. In light of Seth's words, Esther let Abel lead, introducing his sister to all the places he held fond memories of.

They spent the day in a wonderful haze of wandering. Sometimes, they walked, though once or twice, Esther and Seth paid for a driver, to ease the walking. It was a big city, after all. Esther found herself easily as fascinated as Seth, and for much the same reason. Sister Noelle and the others had sometimes mentioned places where they knew Abel liked to go, or that held memories, but it was clear during their tour that the stories they'd heard only scratched the surface of Abel's memory.

From the café, Abel took them to the University of Rome, pointing out buildings where he'd taken seminary classes, where he and Caterina had spent time, and other such. He also led them to a larger building where he'd first encountered Professor Wordsworth. From there, they took a cart back to the main city, and wandered a long, rambling loop of city parks, cathedrals, theaters, restaurants, and fountains that Abel knew. Their trip took them past the fountain stairway where he'd first met Noelle. He spoke of it softly, but Esther was relieved that, despite the sadness that lingered in his tone, he was no longer the grief-stricken man she'd coaxed off the steps. And by the time they'd made their way to one of his favorite outdoor restaurants for lunch, he was smiling again. From there, he showed them the small facility where he'd first gone to collect Leon, and the bridge where he'd first encountered Hugue de Watteau, then in the care of the Professor for wounds received in Amsterdam. From there, they continued, slowly making their way back to the Vatican main complex.

They ended the day as the sun set, in the informal clergy gardens. The flowers were fading this time of year, though one or two roses still bloomed, and a few of the late fall flowers were bursting into full color. Tired, but happy, the three of them wandered the gardens, until finally they reached the doors leading back inside. Seth sighed, and settled on a bench, her eyes fixed on the fading sunset. She stretched. "Wow." She looked up at her brother, a smile across her face. "I thought you might have a few places to go but, you know, I'm a little surprised. You've only been here for ten years, and I know you spend a lot of time away, but it seems you've built a lot of memories here."

"Yes. I have." Abel smiled, dropping to the bench beside her, while Esther perched next to him. "When I first came here with Caterina, I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Only that I'd promised to work with her." He reached down, and plucked a blade of grass with an absentminded gesture. "But you know, working with her…time simply passed. And…I was so busy, before I knew quite what had happened, I was a part of things. I had people that I'd come to admire, to value. And when I realized that…well, after that, I decided that I would…do the best I could."

"I'd hoped you might. When I heard from Astharoshe that you were with the Vatican, I hoped you might have finally decided to become a part of this world." She reached up, and laid a hand on his face. "I was worried, you know." She looked out across the gardens, and her voice was soft. "I was worried, that you'd shut yourself away. That even if…even if you returned, you wouldn't let people close to you. I wish I could have been more of a part of it, but…I'm glad you've done so well, Abel."

"Yes, well…" Abel's voice trailed off. They sat in silence for a moment or two, watching the sunset. Then he spoke again. "Did you enjoy it? The tour, I mean. We didn't really get into a lot of Rome, you know, but…"

Seth stopped him with a hand across his mouth. "It was perfect. Really, I got to see the things that you love, and that's the important part." She dropped her hand and stood, stretching. "Of course, there is one place I'd still like to see."

Abel nodded. "Well, it's a little late now, but I'll take you there tomorrow." He moved to stand beside her. He looked down at his sister, and spoke softly. "She's buried outside the city, but it isn't far. Esther and I will take you in the morning."

"All right." Seth stretched again. "You know, I think I'd like a shower and some rest. It was a pretty exciting day." Abel nodded, and the three of them moved indoors.

The next morning dawned fair. Esther rose and dressed with the others, but she was conscious of the somber air of the place. Seth's normally lively gaze was dark and distant, and Abel was quiet, not speaking much. Esther and Seth dressed while he went and got them some breakfast, and then the three of them left, exiting through the gardens.

The trip outside Rome was longer than Esther remembered it. She supposed it was because they weren't taking a direct route. Abel led them out of the city, then up into the hills. Esther blinked as the ruins came into view. She thought she recognized them, from her previous trip, but they looked different in the daylight. She wasn't surprised, however, when Abel led them to a wide cleared area, and gestured them closer. Within moments, they were descending into the darkness below the ground. Minutes later, he led them into the familiar chamber, and Esther found herself staring once more at the clear lid of the coffin, and the beautiful woman inside.

Seth stopped, looking at the scene. Then she moved forward, and one hand touched the lid of the casket. "This…Abel…is this really…?"

"Yes. It's the same stasis chamber you put her in for me. I…never moved her." He moved forward, to stand beside his sister. "I couldn't bear to. I…after what happened, I…couldn't even touch her. This was all I could do."

"She looks just the same as always though." Seth's hand traced over the still, beautiful face, and the closed eyes. "She looks so peaceful…I almost expect her to look up at me. But…" She sighed and leaned against her brother. "I suppose it's not possible."

"No. I…I tried, once or twice, to revive her. But…even before, she never…" His voice broke, and he looked down at his own hands. "And now…"

Seth looked up, then took his hand gently in her own. "You can't blame yourself for that, Abel. And you shouldn't blame Caterina either. You know as well as I do…even if she'd had a chance to say so, this is exactly what Lilith would have done on her own. She would have saved you. So don't…"

"I know. But really, I still…" He sighed.

"It wasn't your fault." Seth squeezed his hand. "I know you don't believe me, but this wasn't your fault, Abel."

He only looked at her silently. After a moment, she sighed and turned away. Her hands traced the glass of the casket once more. "Hey, Abel. She really was…very beautiful, wasn't she?" Something soft, grief or something else, tinged her tone. "I thought…I thought after so long, that I might not remember her properly. And I certainly didn't think I'd get to see her like this. But…she really was special, wasn't she?"

"Yes. She was." Abel's hand shifted, ran over the top of the casket. "You know…I still remember, the first time I saw her. She was so different then…."

"So were you." His sister nodded. "I remember that. She wore her hair in two separate ponytails, one to either side, but she always wore those long robes, at least when we were off duty. And she liked jewelry." Her hand dropped, to trace the gold collar. "Did you get this for her?"

"Yes. I couldn't…I couldn't bear to look at her…to see that wound…" Abel's voice broke.

"That's good. I think she would have liked it." Her hand moved, to touch the cross that dangled from his chest. "Is that when you took this?"

"Yes. I…I don't even really know why." Abel's hand fingered the cross. "I just…"

"I'm sure it's all right. She would have wanted you to have it. After all, didn't you help her make that?"

"No. Not this one. Another one. She liked them, so I…" He trailed off.

"I remember." Seth leaned against his elbow once more.

Esther remained quietly to the side, watching the two of them. She felt uncomfortable, like an outsider. She'd never known Lilith after all, knew nothing of the memories, the two shared of the woman in the tomb. Listening to the two siblings, she was uncomfortably aware of the fact that she didn't share their memories. With that thought came another, even more troubling one.

She'd known for a while that Abel had loved Lilith, long ago. Caterina had told her that night she'd first come here. More than that, she'd seen the sorrow in his face. And he'd told her himself that he'd loved Lilith, loved her enough to defy his brother. Loved her enough that her death had driven him to madness, and later to the arms of the Vatican, for the sake of her dying wish. She knew too, that the wish for peace was something he had learned from Lilith. Her hand went to the carved ring that hung beneath her dress. She knew Abel had said he loved her, and she didn't doubt his sincerity. But still…she had to wonder if his feelings for her were any match for this. He'd loved Lilith for centuries, and she couldn't think how she could even begin to compare.

That thought served to make her feel like even more of an outsider. She bit her lip, then turned away. She knew she couldn't possibly walk back to the Vatican alone, but perhaps she could make her way to the entrance, to wait for them. Then at least, she wouldn't be intruding.

She turned toward the passageway, but at the sound of her movement, Abel lifted his head and turned. "Esther?"

She flushed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I just thought…well, I thought I'd leave the two of you alone."

Abel blinked. "Now, why on Earth do you feel you need to do that?" he stopped, looking genuinely puzzled.

Esther flushed deeper. "It's just…well, I don't know her at all. Not like you. And you…" she stopped, then whispered the next words. "You…you loved her. I know that. And…well, I suppose I feel I'm intruding. And I don't want to do that."

"Nonsense. You aren't intruding at all." Seth moved forward and took her hand, then pulled her forward. "It's all right for you to be here. After all, you're a part of our lives now. And really, I think Lilith would be happy to have you here. After all, you're a lot like her, you know. And even besides that…" Seth stopped a moment, looking from Esther to the coffin. "Well, I think Lilith would want you here. She'd want to meet someone so important to my brother. After all, he gave you that ring, so you're someone Lilith would want to know."

Esther bit her lip. "I…it's just that…" She looked at Abel for a moment, then at the woman in the coffin. "I know you…Abel, I know you loved her. Caterina said you…you mourned her for nine hundred years. And I saw you that night…the way you wept. So I…wasn't sure what to think. She's so important to you…"

Abel stepped forward, and enfolded her in his arms. "It's true…Lilith is very important to me." His arms tightened about her, a gentle but firm embrace. "However, that does not make you less important, Esther. Seth is right, you are very precious to me. And I want you to be here, to see her. Because she was such an important part of my life, because she influenced me so much, I don't want you to not know her. Even if it's just this, to stand beside her, and me and Seth, while we share stories…even if you'll never meet her, I want to share Lilith with you. As a part of my heart." His voice was low and intense.

Esther swallowed. "It's just…how much you loved her. I'm not sure…I'm not sure I can, that I can ever take her place."

"Well, if it comes to that, I don't think you should try to." Seth spoke softly. "Lilith was…very special. There isn't anyone else like her, for me or for Abel. Maybe not even for him. But you're special in your own way, Esther, so you shouldn't worry about it. And trust me…" She looked up with a hint of a smile on her face. "Abel loves you now." Her eyes drifted up to her brother. "You aren't Lilith, but I wouldn't worry about it. I'd say you have Abel's heart, maybe even more than she did."

Esther swallowed again, but managed a tremulous smile. "I doubt that." She looked up into Abel's face, solemn and still. "I don't doubt your feelings, but…I find it a little hard to imagine that you'd weep nine hundred years for me."

Abel sighed, and his head bowed. One hand rose to touch her face. "Well, I suppose that's true. I probably wouldn't weep for nine hundred years." Esther felt a stiff stab of hurt, but then his hand cupped her chin, bringing her gaze to his. His voice was solemn and intense and full of emotion. "If something happened to you…if I lost you…Miss Esther…I would not live that long. Truly. It would destroy me, body and soul." His gaze drifted to Lilith, in the coffin. "It is true…I loved her deeply. And yes, in some ways I will always mourn her. She was…a truly radiant individual. But…the thing I am most grateful to her for, now, is that she taught me to love. She taught me, so that I could love you. So that I would be here for you. That I lost her…is a wound I thought would bleed forever. Until you touched my heart and healed my soul, as much as it could be done. Not even she could do for me what you have done."

He stopped a moment, then bowed his head over hers again, pulling her to him tightly. "I'm sorry. I know…it doesn't really sound convincing. But I…cannot put it into words, what you are to me. Lilith was…my light, then. But you…Esther, please believe me…you are more precious even than that. I wish….I could tell you, but I don't…I'm sorry. I just…I can't express what it makes me feel, when you look at me. The way your smiles drive away my darkest despair. The way any pain in your eyes rips through me. I'm sorry. All I can do…is tell you, once more, Miss Esther...I love you. Heart and soul and forever. For as long as I live, that will be true."

Esther wallowed hard, feeling the burn of tears in her eyes. She had no more doubt of him. The rough passion, love and pain and a thousand other things, burned too deeply in his voice. She laid a hand on his jaw, trying to convey her acceptance of his words, helpless to find anything that wouldn't sound trite. She met his gaze, seeing the emotion in his eyes. "I love you too." There was so much more she wanted to say, but somehow, those words were the only ones that sounded appropriate.

Silence fell. Esther could see Seth, pointedly looking away from her, and from Abel. She turned her gaze back to the strange looking coffin. She studied the face of the woman inside. The face looked stern, regal, strong. And of course, beautiful. She looked at the figure for a long moment, then back at the man who still held her. "If you don't mind my asking…what was she like? Lilith? What kind of person was she?"

Abel sighed. "She was…many things, I suppose. Strong. Brave. She had to be. And very responsible." He chuckled slightly. "When we all came to the Mars training station, Lilith was the eldest. Cain and I were in our teens, and Seth was still a child. Only about six or so. Lilith was technically an adult, though she didn't look it. So she wound up taking care of all of us. And I…wasn't the best behaved."

Seth chuckled too. "She was always breaking up fights between Abel and Cain. It used to make her so frustrated. Lilith…I won't say she never got angry, or anything…but Abel's temper really baffled her." She paused, rocking on her heels slightly. "I always thought of her as kind of a mother figure, to be honest. I looked up to her, but…she was a great deal older than I was. I was never sure whether she was a substitute mother or an older sister." She grinned. "I remember though…she used to tease you, Abel, about acting like a kid. Especially when you fussed about having her take care of your injuries."

"Yes. She did, didn't she?" A small smile touched his face. "She used to laugh, and pat my cheek, and smile. It always frustrated me, but…it was always soothing too."

"Yeah, but then, you usually went and bought her something, like a necklace or something, to apologize. Not that you ever said you were sorry. You'd just walk in, give her something, and then walk out, with that odd look on your face."

"Yes, well…" Abel chuckled. "At least she always understood me. I can be grateful for that."

The three of them stood for a while. Esther listened to Abel and Seth, swapping stories. Her unease had been replaced by a quiet sense of curiosity. As the two of them spoke, she became aware of an odd sense of lightening in the atmosphere. The sorrow was still there, but it was overlaid by fondness, and a feeling of peace. Abel's eyes, when she looked into his face or he looked into hers, were no longer shadowed and tormented, no longer haunted. Instead, he looked thoughtful, and perhaps a touch nostalgic. His arms around her were relaxed, gentle, and she could feel that relaxation in the rest of his body. Beside him, Seth looked much the same.

She wasn't sure how long they stayed there, talking and sharing stories, but finally Abel tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. "We should probably be going soon. It will be night soon, and I had a note from Vaclav saying Caterina wanted to see us this evening. Besides…there will be Mass this evening."

Seth made a face. Abel saw it, and gave her a grin, reaching out to tweak her hair. "Well, you did want to see where I lived and worked. Mass is a part of that, so you really ought to attend, at least once. Besides, His Holiness is delivering the main sermon tonight, and it's a good chance to listen to him. You might even get another chance to speak with him afterward, if you're polite."

Seth made another face, but she nodded. "All right. I guess we should go back then." She turned, and saluted the silent figure behind the glass lid. "I'll see you later, okay?" She and Abel both turned and headed for the door.

Esther lingered a moment. She stood, then stepped forward, to lay a hand on the coffin. "Thank you. I know…you must have really loved him too. I promise, I'll do my best to take good care of him." She bowed her head briefly, then turned and re-joined the others.