(AN) AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sweet joy everyone another update, this one I think you`ll find most heart warning in some area while in other semi interesting. Do not worry about the cliff-hanger at the end the action is going to come back in chapter 24 and onward form there. BTWto clear some things up in case anyone asks in reviews of this chapter Esther knows that Mary`s her half-sister as shown and explained in chapter 49 of the manga the King and I. Most of you whom have read the last update of the English translation know where I am heading with this or read from the info on Wikipedia. Also Chapters 50-53 of the raw manga of TB are out and available so far no new English translation have been made but if anyone wants the links to the raws let me know and I still send to you via email or private message on ASAP.
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Notice: Trinity Blood War Continuum takes place one month after the events from the anime's finale episode 24 along with some elements, characters and things that will be used and taken from both manga's Rage against the Moons (RAM), Reborn on the Mars (ROM). In addition to some spoilers from stories untold notes left by Yoshida Sunao which he intended to finish off the manga series supposedly. Basically 50/50 will be used on both the anime and manga to those whom are more familiar with manga then others will see this implants as the story develops. Trinity Blood is set in a post-apocalyptic world where the Roman Catholic Church/the Vatican is portrayed as a military and spiritual power. The series also strongly implies major and controversial changes in the Church of present reality, such as women being bishops, cardinals as well as romantic relationships and marriages between members of the clergy. If this disturbs you of form or shape of or on imagination then do not read this story.
Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Twenty Three - Challenge
They emerged from the ruins into the light of the setting sun. Fortunately, Abel had chosen a different route out of the tomb, and the journey to return to the Vatican was much quicker than their outward trip. They made it with plenty of time to freshen up for Vespers service.
Esther enjoyed services. She wasn't sure how Abel felt about them, but when she snuck a glance at him during the Mass, he appeared to be listening intently. Seth, on the other hand, looked a little bored. She did brighten up when the Pope spoke, but the rest of the service she was fidgety. Esther didn't blame her. She suspected Seth felt about the service the way she sometimes felt in Council.
Afterward, they met Alessandro, for brief congratulations on the ceremony. He smiled when Esther thanked him, and blushed when Seth commented on his speaking. True, he had stammered a little, but the Empress was gracious, and kind. She didn't offer him false compliments. Instead, she simply walked up to him and smiled. "You know, you're pretty good. But, it'll help if you straighten a little. And if you're crowd shy, like my brother here…" She grinned wider, and nudged Abel in the ribs. "Well, he always looks above an audience if he has to talk to them, or to the side. Believe it or not, I've used that trick, and it helps. Or you can do what Mirka does."
"Oh?" Alessandro blinked. "What…what does she do?"
Seth grinned. "Part of my job is to keep information on all the people at Court. Every so often, she goes through my files, and picks one fact about each of the main Council members and such. She says she remembers them, and when she looks at that person, she keeps it in her mind. Little things, like new pets and such. She says that remembering details makes them more human, less intimidating."
"Oh…that sounds like a good idea." Then his face fell. "But…there are so many…I'm not sure…"
"Well, she only picks a handful at a time. But it adds up after a while. I've actually started using that trick myself." Seth smiled, obviously remembering something amusing. "Like the head of the Yenceri, the Palace guard…he likes kittens. He's a big man, and kind of intimidating when he wants to be…but…knowing that helps me a lot."
"I see. I'll try to...to remember that." Alessandro looked very thoughtful. Moments later, his servants came to escort him away.
Caterina spoke to them later. She offered both Seth and Esther her best wishes, and her greetings. The three of them discussed security and how the Alliance was doing, while Abel sat in a corner, reading again. He looked immersed in the book, but Esther had no doubt he was listening for the slightest sound of trouble.
The next day passed quietly. Around midafternoon, Vaclav came to get them. They were packed, and ready. They boarded the Tristan just after sundown. Jessica greeted them again as they came on board, and ushered them to their cabin. Esther wondered if there was going to be trouble, but, the return trip was a quiet as the outgoing one. Hours later, she sat watching the lights of Londinium come into view. She smiled. She felt relaxed, and much happier. The trip had been fun, but she was also looking forward to being home. Beside her Abel and Seth also looked relaxed. She smiled again, and turned to watch the approaching lights.
To her surprise, both Vanessa and the Professor were waiting for them. Esther and Seth greeted them, while Abel collected their bags and said a quiet goodbye to Jessica. There was a smile on the Professor's lips as he watched Abel, and as he greeted them, but he politely refrained from saying anything until they were seated in the car.
Once they'd settled, Wordsworth turned to face them with a smile. "So then, I take it you had a good trip? Nothing happened?"
"No." Esther smiled back. "It was very quiet."
"Yeah." Seth grinned. "Abel took us on a tour of Rome. But I did get to meet the Pope."
The Professor's eyebrow raised. "You actually obtained an audience with His Holiness. I'm impressed."
Seth's smile quirked upward. "He's a good kid, and he's got a lot of potential, I think." She sighed. "I have to say though, I like Caterina, but I don't much care for the other one."
"The Cardinal di Medici? Yes, I imagine the two of you probably didn't get along." There was a glitter of amusement in his eyes. Then his gaze turned to Esther. "And how about you, Esther? Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Very much." She smiled. "It was very relaxing. I had a wonderful time, wandering around the city. Father Nightroad was an excellent guide."
William chuckled. "It's almost a surprise, considering how frequently Abel gets lost. But then..." His gaze turned to the silver-haired man. "I've always wondered if you really ever get lost, or simply fail to pay attention." Abel flushed. His companion studied him for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. "Well, whatever the truth my be, it's good to see you've relaxed a little more. I was beginning to worry, even with Esther and your sister here."
"I know. Thank you." Abel smiled, very gently.
There was silence in the car for a few moments, then Esther spoke up. "Professor, how have things been here? Has anything happened?"
To her surprise, it was Vanessa who answered her. "Virgil can tell you. It's been pretty quiet, but there have been a few things concerning him lately. He'll give you the details when we arrive at the Palace."
Wordsworth nodded. "She's correct. As far as I can tell, there hasn't been much trouble. However, most of my role has been to present the appearance of being busy with work for you, and behaving as if you were still here to speak with. I'm afraid I haven't been keeping a careful eye on everything. But Lord Walsh and Colonel Spencer will be better able to inform you." He paused. "I will say, however, that I believe our subterfuge was successful. There have been no indications that anyone has realized you left the Palace."
"Thank you." Esther settled back into her seat. She knew she'd be getting back to work soon, so she relaxed, leaning back and closing her eyes to enjoy the last few minutes of her vacation.
She must have dozed some, because the next thing she was aware of was Abel's gentle hand on her shoulder, and Seth speaking in her ear. "Hey Esther, we're almost stopped." She blinked, then straightened and opened her eyes, just as the car pulled up to the back entrance of the Palace.
Vanessa pulled the car to a stop, then she and William got out and opened the doors for the passengers. Abel stepped out cautiously. Seth jumped out of the car and stretched. Esther followed them, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She watched as Abel pulled their suitcases from the car, but when she moved forward to take hers, he shook his head. "It's all right, Esther. I'll just take these in for us." He smiled at her. "Lord Walsh is probably waiting for you." The grin widened. "And the sooner you see him, the sooner you can go get some sleep."
Esther flushed. "Well, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I just..."
Seth chuckled. "You're finally relaxed enough to catch up on your rest. Don't worry, it happens to me as well, sometimes. Even Abel does it, though it is hard to get him to relax enough." She stretched again. "Abel's right. You should go see your advisers, and then crash for tonight. I'm sure tomorrow will early enough to start work again."
"You know, she's quite right." William chuckled. "Why don't you let Abel and I take care of these bags. I'll be sure to send him to join you shortly." He gestured to the stairs.
Virgil and Mary were both waiting inside the doors. Virgil bowed. "Lady Esther. How was your trip?"
Esther smiled. "It was very nice, thank you. Has there been anything going on?"
Mary shrugged. "There have been some minor disturbances in the streets, but primarily, things are quiet." She studied Esther for a moment, then a smile crossed her face. "I'm pleased to see you look much more relaxed, Majesty."
"Thank you." Esther let her own smile widen, just a fraction. "You know, you can call me by name. I did tell you to, before. After all, we're friends, right?"
"Of course, Lady Esther." Mary nodded. "However, if you don't mind my saying so, you should probably get to bed. It is after midnight, and there will be plenty to do tomorrow."
Esther blinked. "Are you sure? I mean...I just returned, and I've been away from my duties for a few days now, so..."
"It's quite all right." Virgil nodded. "Colonel Spencer is correct. There will be time to attend to everything tomorrow. And you need not worry. In your absence, the Colonel and I have handled the paperwork. You will find everything sorted and ready for you first thing in the morning. And I will see you at breakfast with the list of questions for morning council, as usual." He stopped. "I fear the nobles will have expected you to come up with some ideas for the Christmas season, so please be prepared to answer those questions, Majesty. In the meantime, I am certain some rest will be beneficial."
Esther stifled a yawn, then smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I can't think why I'd be so tired. Especially since I wasn't doing anything much."
"It's quite all right." Mary turned slightly to include Seth, who had remained a discreet distance away. "Virgil and I will escort you to your quarters."
Half an hour later, Esther found herself in her own room. Her servants helped her get ready for bed. Abel came in, just as she finished smoothing down the last creases in her nightdress. He checked the windows and doors as usual, then came over to embrace her. "Esther, did you truly have a good time?"
"Of course I did." She smiled up at him. "I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for bringing me with you."
"Thank you for coming." He exhaled softly into her hair, then leaned down to brush a feather-light kiss against her cheek. "Sleep well, Esther." His grip tightened just a fraction, then he turned and left. Esther stood for a moment, savoring the warmth he always brought her, then climbed into bed. It surprised her, how odd it felt to sleep alone after only two nights sleeping with Abel and Seth. Still, she missed the warmth of Seth's grip, and Abel's touch, and the soothing sounds of their breathing. She yawned, then burrowed deeper into the blankets. Before she could consider the issue any further, she was asleep.
The next few days were busy. As expected, despite Virgil and Mary's assistance, there was a great deal of work to be done. The papers were sorted, and noted, but she still needed to review and sign them. Reports had to be read and initialed, to make sure she was up to speed on the various concerns of the kingdom. And there was morning Council to attend. Virgil had been right about their questions. Fortunately, she'd had a chance to discuss the matter with both Caterina and Seth before. In light of the threats that had been made, she suggested a quiet celebration. No formal balls or huge banquets would be held, which Esther felt somewhat relieved about. Instead, each noble would receive a gift from the crown, to finance whatever celebrations they saw fit to have on their own properties. Those who were at the Palace would be invited to a formal dinner with the Queen and the envoys of both Rome and the Empire on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. More than that, funds would be distributed through Londinium so the people of the capital could celebrate. Esther laid the plan before the Council the morning after she returned, and to her surprise, it was approved with virtually no trouble.
If the necessary precautions were planned for a quieter Christmas celebration than normal, Esther's companions were also determined to make it festive enough. She knew Abel and William were plotting on how and when to get a Christmas tree of the appropriate size, and Leon had cornered the castle steward to ask about decorations. Astha and Ion, on the other hand, were completely bewildered by the whole thing, and Esther suspected Seth was getting a great deal of amusement out of explaining the whole thing to her subordinates. Despite the fact that Christmas was still well over a month away, the preparations in the Palace added a little excitement.
Everything else was business as usual. Esther did her work, spent time in the gardens to relax, consulted with her advisers, visited the Ghetto, and chatted with the visiting envoys. Abel remained at her side, as always. Though he sometimes disappeared for brief moments, it was never very long. Then he would return.
It felt peaceful, and happy. But as the days rolled by, Esther was conscious of a sense of waiting. Though nowhere near as sharp as before, there was a very subtle edge of tension in the air sometimes. She was conscious, too, of the ultimatum that Cain had delivered in his message. Much as she would have liked to forget it she knew that, sooner or later, it was going to be obvious to the Order that she wasn't leaving her position as the Queen of Albion. And she certainly wasn't rushing to the side of the Contra Mundi. She and Abel were careful about displaying affection in public, but it was impossible to hide how closely he guarded her. Though she saw no obvious threats, she still wondered what was going to happen.
She was guarded. She'd contacted Caterina at the Vatican at least once a day, and knew both the Cardinals, and the Pope were under the protection of the Department of the Inquisition, as well as Caterina's AX officers. According to the Lady Cardinal, Brother Petros himself had taken over the assignment to watch over the three of them. Caterina commented wryly at one point that it was like having a mountain of steel for a shadow. Seth's calls to the Empire produced no signs of trouble either. Except for the uneasiness in her mind and the watchfulness she saw in Abel and Virgil's eyes, she might have believed that there was no threat.
Ten days after she returned from the Vatican, Mary woke her. "Your Majesty."
Esther blinked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She often ate breakfast with her half-sister, but usually Abel or Virgil came to wake her, or her maids. She sat up. "Colonel Spencer. Good morning."
Mary bowed. "Good morning. I have a message for you, from Lord Walsh and Father Nightroad. They apologize, but said to tell you they would be late for breakfast, possibly even late to the morning Council. Apparently, there was an incident in the Underground last night. Virgil went down to investigate around midnight, and called Father Nightroad to him early this morning. Father Wordsworth and the Earl of Memphis are currently standing guard; however, they both felt it would be inappropriate for either of them to enter your chambers in the morning."
Esther stifled a smile. The Professor, she knew, was a perfect gentleman. Ion was probably far too embarrassed. "That's true." She stretched. "Well then, please tell them I'll be right out."
"Yes, of course." Mary turned away, and a few seconds later, Esther's maids entered the room to help her prepare for the day.
She was finishing breakfast with Mary, just over an hour later, when there was a knock on the door, and both Abel and Virgil entered. Virgil bowed. "Your Majesty."
Esther smiled. "Good morning, Lord Walsh, Father Nightroad." She gestured to the table. "Please, be seated. Have you eaten yet?"
Virgil inclined his head. "We have not, Majesty."
"Well then, please do. I'm sure your report can wait until you've had something to eat." At Esther's gesture, a servant came forward and offered both men tea, and began to lay out breakfast for the two of them. Virgil took the offered tea with a nod, and Abel with a barely suppressed sigh of gratitude. Esther finished the last few bites of food on her plate and sipped her juice, watching both men.
Both of them looked distracted, and faintly worried. Virgil was staring off into nowhere, his fingers restless on the teacup. Abel settled into his food willingly enough, but she could see the faint frown line between his eyes, and he was eating slower than normal. He did offer a polite smile to the young maid who refilled his cup and offered him more bread, but her long partnership with him helped her hear the distracted tone in his voice.
Finally, both men pushed away their plates. Virgil inclined his head once more. "Thank you, Majesty."
Esther smiled. "It's fine." She hesitated. "Mary said that something happened last night. Was it serious?"
Virgil sighed. "I cannot say for certain, Majesty. Certainly, it was a threat, but as to how serious it was...I am not entirely certain. It had the potential to be quite dangerous to you, Majesty, which is why I summoned Father Nightroad, however..." He trailed off.
"What happened?" Mary straightened in her seat. "I was informed that you both were summoned to the Ghetto. Was there another attempted access?"
"Not exactly." Abel pushed his glasses up to rest on the bridge of his nose. "Someone attempted to hack into the Ghetto computer systems, and it appears they may have intended to use that as a bridge to access the main Palace systems." He sighed. "We were very fortunate that we managed to catch the attempt. Otherwise, I'm not sure how far they would have gotten."
Mary frowned. "If you caught them in the act, how did you know what their intentions were? And how did you intercept them in the first place?"
Abel sighed. "As you may recall, shortly after Esther became queen, Lord Walsh placed an alarm on the computers, to respond to certain codes that were used to infiltrate the computers, and the Underground."
Virgil nodded. "Actually, I installed several such warning systems. Each one was keyed to a different set of access codes. After Father Nightroad arrived, I further refined those safeguards. Last night, I received a warning that one of the alarms had been tripped." He frowned at his notes. "Someone, working outside both the Palace and the Underground, attempted to access the main computers of the Underground systems. The code used is one of Father Nightroad's."
Abel nodded, his eyes distant. "Fortunately, Lord Walsh and I agreed when I arrived that I would restrict my usage to codes he and I both access from the Underground lab. There are a select few I was granted as a child, that I gave to him. I never even granted Lilith that kind of permission. The attempt was made using a password identification I was granted during my training in the Mars Colonization Project." Abel sighed. "Those codes can access almost any system, and it's impossible to fully block them with a standard security system. Unfortunately, it got through the first few layers of protection before Lord Walsh called me."
Esther shivered. "How far did they get?"
Virgil shook his head. "Not far enough to cause any real damage, or access any critical information. Father Nightroad and I managed to intercept and begin blocking the codes. Whoever it was stopped within minutes of our interference." He sighed. "We attempted to trace them, however, they covered their tracks well. We've spent the past few hours attempting to back-track the signals, and to analyze the access patterns." He didn't quite sigh again, but there was a faint look of frustration in his eyes. "The protocols they accessed can be used to connect to the main Palace computers. Had they gotten that far, they could have completely undermined the security of both Buckingham Palace and the Underground. However, they did not succeed." He shook his head. "Unfortunately, we were unable to track the source. It was re-routed several times, and all I can tell you is that it originated outside the Palace, possibly even outside Londinium."
Half of what he said sounded like gibberish to her, but Esther knew from his expression that it was serious enough. "Do you think it was Rosenkreutz?"
"Yes." Abel spoke softly. "Those codes...they weren't widely used on Earth. They were meant for the Mars Colonists. And I never wrote them down, or left them to be used by others. As far as I know, there are only two people in the world who could have learned them. And Seth..."
"And I, what, Abel?" The door to the dining room swung open, and his sister strode in. "I was planning on saying good morning to Esther, but then I heard you talking, and you always get that tone in your voice when you're upset." She frowned at her brother. "You look like you haven't slept at all."
"No." Abel gave her a quick update on the incident. "Given the way things were done..."
"You think Cain gave one of his pet experts some of your information, and set them on the computers?" Seth settled into a chair. She frowned a moment, then shrugged. "It does seem like the sort of thing he'd do. Not that he can't work a computer fairly well himself, but he's never been very interested in that sort of thing. Personally, I'd put money on it being one of those top two...you know, Wizard, and that bratty kid who tried to take over the lab in the Empire a while back. The Puppet Master, I think."
"Dietrich von Lohengrin, or Isaak von Kampfer." Mary's eyes sharpened. "How certain can you be?"
Seth shrugged again. "Not at all, I'm afraid. I don't know either one of them very well, of course."
Esther frowned. "It's probably Dietrich. He seems to deal with that sort of thing more often than the others. At least, I know he was sent to Istvan, for the Star of Sorrow. And he...he also came here, and to the Empire. I think he was also involved in the Carthage incident, but I can't be sure."
Mary nodded. "Very well. I'll have my people and the city guards on the lookout for someone of his physical description." Her gaze shifted to Virgil. "Are there any further precautions we can take?"
He shook his head. "Not at this time. Father Nightroad and I have done what we can in regards to the computers. Any further arrangements that might protect Her Majesty would also hinder the efficiency of all our work, and make it difficult to communicate."
"I see." Esther frowned. "Well then, I suppose it can't be helped. The best we can do is watch and wait to see if something else happens."
"I fear so. However, I assure you, the guards will be notified to be careful." Virgil rose. "If your Majesty can spare me, I would like to take the information to Vanessa, and to the safe houses. I want to check them again."
"Of course. Please, do whatever you feel is necessary." Esther turned to Mary, seeing the concern and slight impatience in the other woman, though she didn't say anything. "Colonel Spencer, I'll be counting on you as well."
"Yes Your Majesty." She rose and bowed, and both she and Virgil left.
Seth heaved a sigh. "So, I guess they've finally begun moving, huh?" She eyed her brother. "Abel...are you sure you're ready for this?" Her gaze slipped to Esther, apology in it. "Sorry Esther, I know this has to be stressful for you too." She made a face. "I can't say I like this whole thing, waiting for them to move."
"No. But there isn't much we can do." Abel set his glass to one side. His voice was soft, apparently addressing his sister, but his eyes met Esther's. "I wish we could do more, unfortunately, we haven't got enough information. In the meantime, I will do my best to protect you, Miss Esther."
"I know." Esther looked into the blue eyes for a moment, then shook herself and rose. "I need to get ready for Council. Father Nightroad?" Abel rose and came to stand beside her, and escorted her quietly to her rooms.
The rest of that day passed quietly. Esther went to her meetings, called to inform Caterina of the incident and did her work. She tried not to be aware of the AX agents and Imperial envoys standing guard over her. It helped that Abel remained with her, while the others took turns outside her office and the rooms. Both Virgil and Mary returned later that day, and she knew they were both keeping an eye on her as well, but they were both casual about it, disguising their concerns with the business of the kingdom.
The next day was the same, but the third morning, Esther woke to find Abel perched, not by the door, but by the windows. His face was partially averted, but his profile was tense, and she could see the harshness of the lines around his jaw. He was standing still, poised, and his gaze was restless as it flicked over the room and toward the gardens. Then his eyes met hers, and a small smile touched his face. "Good morning, Esther. Sorry if I disturbed you."
She shook her head and sat up. "It's all right. You didn't disturb me." She stepped out of bed and drew on a robe, then moved forward to lay a hand on his arm. "Has something else happened?"
Abel sighed, looking out the window. "I...well, perhaps it should wait until you see Colonel Spencer, but...there was a bit of an incident last night. Someone...well, we're not quite sure yet, but it appears someone tried to sabotage one of the safe-houses. It wasn't the one near the Palace, but...there is some concern."
Esther felt her stomach clench. "Was anyone hurt?"
He shook his head and offered her a quick reassuring smile. One hand rose to rest comfortingly across her own. "No. It's all right. I'm afraid I don't have all the details, but I can at least tell you that much. No one was hurt. Colonel Spencer and Lord Walsh are there now, checking things out. I decided to stay here, to reassure you."
"And you seem to be doing quite well." The Professor appeared in the doorway. He offered Esther a dashing smile, and gestured with the pipe. "Sorry to intrude, but I heard Abel's voice, and I thought you might be awake." He looked around. "I was just on the communications line with Colonel Spencer. She was giving me the latest update, and I was just coming to let Abel know. Would you like to hear it now, or shall I wait until after you've had a chance to dress and eat?"
"No. Please, tell me what happened." Esther pulled her robe tighter, wrapping the thick cloth around her shoulders. Abel wrapped one arm around her in a comforting embrace. "How bad was it?"
"Well, the place will certainly be closed for repairs for a while. But it's odd. No one is certain quite what happened. The pipes leading to the building all simply exploded, we aren't quite sure how. But there was also a fire in the back. We don't think it was meant to do much damage, merely to distract us, however, in the close quarters of the city, it was certainly a threat." He shook his head. "It's actually somewhat ironic. As dangerous as the fire was, if it hadn't been set, then the men and women in the safe house would have been inside when the pipes exploded. Depending on where they were, there could have been serious injuries."
Abel's hand on Esther's shoulder was trembling. She looked up to see him pale as a sheet, a sick look on his face. She reached up to touch his chest. "What's wrong?"
He shuddered once. "The pipes exploding..." He shook his head. "Sorry...I'm afraid I got caught in the past for a moment there." He took a deep breath. "It's all right, Esther. I'm fine."
The Professor grimaced. "Sorry, Abel. I forgot how you'd feel about the news."
Abel shook his head once more, waving away the other man's concern. "It's all right. We need to know what's going on. Although..." he trailed off.
"You think someone used that method deliberately, to shake you?" William frowned. "That is a possibility, of course. If we assume that our unknown saboteurs know about your past, then it's conceivable."
"I...I'm not sure." Abel frowned. "Cain would...he would know. But to use an incident that was so personally damaging to him as well...it doesn't seem like the sort of thing he'd do."
"Well then, it may simply be an unfortunate coincidence. In the meantime, Colonel Spencer and Lord and Lady Walsh will search for evidence, and see what can be done to restore the building. The rest of us will continue to watch over Esther. Especially you, Abel."
Abel nodded, but a small frown line appeared. "I know Esther's safety is the most important thing, but...are you sure..."
"Quite sure. We'll all be sure to keep you apprised of the situation. However, Caterina was right. You are Esther's best protection at the moment." William studied his comrade for a moment, then sighed. "Now then, why don't you and I wait outside the door while Esther gets dressed. Then we can escort her to breakfast, and discuss matters further."
"Of course." Abel looked down at her. "Miss Esther, will you be all right if I wait outside the room? I can wait here if you'd prefer, but..." He trailed off, but a light flush spread over his face.
"It's all right. I can manage." Esther offered him a quick smile.
"I'm quite sure you can. And it looks like your maids are here to help." William stepped back to let the women in. Then he moved forward and snagged the other man's arm. "Now then Abel, come with me. Let's leave Esther to get ready in peace."
"Don't worry Father." Esther gave him another smile. "I'll be right out."
"Oh...of course." There was still tension in his frame, but Abel allowed himself to be led quietly from the room.
Breakfast was a fairly quiet affair. Esther was still disconcerted by the news, and she was aware from the shadows in Abel's eyes that he was shaken as well. But none of them referred to the incident any further. Afterward, Esther attended Council, and convinced them to allocate some funds for the repair of the building, by pointing out that the whole project was meant to further Albion government interests. She was just settling down to her paperwork in her office, with Abel by her side, when the door opened and Virgil walked in.
"Your Majesty." The blond-haired adviser strode into the room, then bowed. "I beg your pardon for my absence this morning. I trust Father Wordsworth kept you informed?"
"Yes." Esther set aside her pen. "He told me that a safe house was sabotaged. He mentioned there was a fire, and that the pipes exploded."
"Indeed. I am relieved to report no serious injuries among the staff. Most of them were drawn out to deal with the fire, and the rest were Vanessa's men, and she had them watching the Underground passages at the time of the explosion."
Abel straightened. "Have you discovered what caused it?"
Virgil sighed. "I fear not. Though we've conducted a thorough search of the grounds and the nearby streets, we can't find any signs of tampering. More than that, we're currently unable to ascertain how anyone could have managed to affect that many parts of the system all at once." He frowned. "Normally, there would be signs of chemical residue, or heat warming, or deliberate tampering. But this...it looks more as if the pipes were...frozen. It's not an uncommon occurrence in winter, my lady. We frequently get reports of frozen pipes, in all areas of the city. However, I believe it to be far too early for such a thing to have occurred."
"I see." Esther frowned. She didn't understand it. Beside her though, Abel stiffened, a look of concern on his features. "Father Nightroad?"
Abel frowned. "I...there is a member of Rosenkreutz who could have done such a thing. But she...she couldn't have engineered the attack on the computer systems." His gaze came up to Virgil's. "It's a little far-fetched, but...I think you should put out an alert, Underground and in Londinium for a Methuselah, a woman. Dark hair worn long, with dark eyes, and pale skin, and about three or four, maybe five inches taller than Lady Esther. She may be carrying a staff of some kind. Warn your people...if they see her, do not engage."
Virgil raised one eyebrow. "You think you know who is behind this?"
Abel nodded. "One of the Order members had a talent for manipulating and creating ice. If she managed to get even close to the house, she could have done it. I don't know her real name, unfortunately. The only time I encountered her, she was using a false name, and she only told me her code name: Ice Witch."
Esther stiffened. "If that's who you think it is Father, I can give you her name. She was introduced to me while I was held captive." She turned to her adviser. "Her name is Helga von Vogelwiede."
"Thank you, Majesty." he inclined his head. "I'll post the alert immediately." His gaze returned to Abel. "Have you anything further to add?"
Abel frowned. "Well, she might go by a pseudonym. Though I doubt she'd use the same name twice, she infiltrated the Vatican once using the name Christine, or something like that. Antonio would remember." he shrugged. "I suppose it's worth trying, at least."
"Very well. I will inform Colonel Spencer at once." He bowed. "If you will excuse me Majesty."
Esther nodded, and he left. She turned to see Abel staring at the far wall. His face was pale, and his eyes were dark with concern. She reached out and touched one shoulder. The muscles of his arm underneath the cassock were tense, revealing his concern. "Abel?"
He sighed, looking up at her with a faint smile. "Sorry. I was just thinking..." He shook his head. "Don't worry, Miss Esther."
"Please, don't do that." Esther caught his sleeve. "I can tell you're worried about something. Please, tell me what it is."
Abel sighed again, but he shifted back into his seat, letting his shoulders relax slightly. "Being able to destroy the pipes by freezing them...that are certainly within the Ice Witches talents. But...she couldn't have managed the computer access, as far as I know. And I can't help but wonder how she could have gotten near enough to the safe house to attack it." He shook his head. "I suppose she could have come to the door, pretending to be a Methuselah woman in some sort of distress, but..." He stopped. "I..well, I'm afraid that there may be more than one of Cain's lieutenants in the city. And if that's the case...we could be rather hard pressed. Even with everyone here..." His voice trailed off.
"You mustn't think like that." Esther put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure it will be all right, Abel. Everyone is watching out for me, and I know they're doing their best. Besides..." She smiled at him. "I have you by my side, and I'm sure you won't let anything happen, to either of us."
"Well, I will certainly do my best." He looked into her eyes, and after a moment, she saw him relax, and a faint smile touched his mouth, reaching to warm the blue gaze. He reached out, and put an arm around her. "Thank you, Miss Esther. I appreciate the encouragement."
"It's all right." She touched his hand comfortingly. "Don't worry. We'll manage." She turned to look at her desk, the pile of paperwork still there. "For now, though, I suppose I'd better get back to work."
"Yes. Of course." Abel's grip tightened briefly, then he released her, and settled back into his own position.
The next days were difficult for everyone. Every two to three days, something else would happen. Random vandalism, too violent to be dismissed as normal street feuding. A riot started in one of poorer sectors of the city, a violent outbreak that involved two cases of arson, a huge brawl, and required Palace intervention. Mary returned from that with bruises, and a list of injured men. Most of the injuries were slight, but a few of them had to be placed in the medical wing of the Palace. Seth volunteered to tend them, putting her training as a doctor into good use. Mary later admitted that that her presence had been helpful, encouraging the men with the sight of such a bright young woman tending to them.
Three days later, the city guards reported serious vandalism at Londinium bridge. Cables had been damaged, as had some of the supports. Virgil attended to that matter, and reported later that, had the guardsmen not spotted the problem, the danger would have been great. Depending on who was first to cross it, the bridge could have potentially collapsed. The thought of what might have happened made Esther sick, and she knew she wasn't the only one who spent a sleepless night. She went to bed late, and only a few hours later, sought refuge with Abel. He held her until she drowsed, and then put her back to bed. She might have been embarrassed, but no one commented, and Abel himself didn't mention it.
The incidents themselves were dangerous, but not as severe as she'd expected. What really bothered her was the nagging fear of what would happen next, and who would get caught up in it. Every report gave her new concerns. And the days between incidents were filled with tension, waiting and feverish planning to try and avert the next potential disaster. Everyone was on edge. Mary had dark circles under her eyes, and Virgil was little better. Though he remained calmer than she did, Esther was aware of the tired look in his face, and the slightly disordered air he sometimes had. Not that he ever showed up improperly dressed, but both he and Mary had a slightly rumpled, exhausted look to them.
The rest of them were no better. Astha and Leon were edgy. Ion was restless. Tres was as calm as ever, but then, he was an android. After the third incident, he began patrolling Londinium as well as Buckingham Palace, calling in every so often. The Professor read and worked with Virgil, but Esther could see the concern in his eyes.
Abel was the worst of them. Outwardly, he was calm, but he was tense, and there were shadows in his eyes. Esther knew he wasn't sleeping, and it was only the combined efforts of herself, Seth, and William that got him to eat with any regularity. He helped her with her work, and sometimes, he let a faint smile touch his face, but she could see the fear in him. At night, when he embraced her, she felt the silent desperation in his grasp. When the report came in of a second riot, she saw the pain that flickered across his face.
She wasn't the only one. Astha, who'd gone out to help, pushed away from the wall and came to stand in front of him. "You look like hell, priest."
"Ahh..." Abel blinked. "Oh, sorry." He blinked again, a slightly flustered expression crossing his face. "Sorry...I was just thinking about this latest incident, and well, I haven't been sleeping well lately, so..."
"Bullshit. You've been brooding again, haven't you?" Astha met his eyes, then sighed. "Damn it. You're always like this, tovarish. We're all worried, but you're getting worse than the rest of us. When was the last time you ate?"
"Ummm, just a few hours ago. The Professor brought me something then." Abel stared at her.
"Well, that's good at least. But you are brooding." She fixed him with a glare. "I can tell by that expression on your face."
"Yes, well..." Abel started, then stopped. "I suppose I am, a bit. But still...I can't help being concerned."
Virgil shifted. "I realize we have nothing concrete as yet, but perhaps, if you're willing, Majesty, we can call a conference. I'm aware we've all been concerned, but perhaps if we poll our thoughts, we'll be able to come up with some new alternatives. At the very least, I suspect we'll all gather some relief from voicing our concerns."
"That sounds like a very good idea." Esther rose from her seat. "Please inform the others that we'll meet in the council room as soon as possible." She turned her head. "Father Nightroad, can you get Lady Caterina on the line?"
"Of course." He nodded, then turned to Astha. "Miss Astha, if you could please inform Ion and my sister?"
"All right." She nodded. Her gaze held Abel's for a moment, then she turned and left the room, followed by Virgil a few seconds later. Esther took a moment to arrange the documents on her desk, then turned, and she and Abel left the room.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone was assembled. Even Tres had appeared. Sister Kate's hologram had also appeared, apparently called by the Professor. Abel initiated the call to the Vatican, and within moments, Caterina's image appeared. She surveyed the group, then nodded to Esther. "Your Majesty."
"Lady Caterina. Sorry to disturb you."
The Cardinal shook her head. "It's nothing. I was merely looking over some reports from Milan at the moment. What can I do for you?"
William spoke. "We've been having a run of troublesome incidents around here. We were just getting ready to discuss everything, and we thought it might help if you'd join us." He gestured. "Naturally, you're not as close to the incidents. You may be able to see something we missed." He smiled. "Sorry. I hope you don't mind, Your Eminence."
"Of course, not. Please, go ahead." Caterina folded her hands and rested her chin on them, her expression one of complete concentration.
Virgil stood, and a gesture of his hand brought up a three-dimensional map of Londinium. "Starting almost two weeks ago, there have been a series of incidents. The first involved an attempt to hack the computers of the Ghetto." His hand tapped the console, and highlighted the Ghetto computer complex. "We attempted to trace the signal, but all we discovered was that it originated outside the city. Since then, there have been a number of attacks. None of them have been serious so far, however, they continue to escalate, and they danger they represent, both to Her Majesty and to the city, is very real." He went on to outline each incident. As he spoke, more spots appeared, highlighted in different colors to mark vandalism, or riots or destruction. Finally, his hands brushed the location of the second riot. "This is the final incident. We finished cleaning up only a few hours ago. The crowd was nearly twice as large as the previous riot, and certainly more violent." He paused a moment. "The most troubling aspect is that no one can give us any details on the perpetrators. There's no information on who has done this. We've detected signs that they may be Order operatives, and we've sent out alerts, but if anyone has actually seen them, they aren't telling our men."
"That is troubling, however, I believe I can see another concern, gentlemen." Caterina's gaze was focused on the map.
"They're moving closer to Buckingham Palace. It's a circular route, but..." Abel spoke, his voice sharp. Esther turned to him, and saw that one hand had clenched into a fist. "I should have seen this earlier. I knew there was something, but..."
William moved around the table and put a hand on his arm. "Relax Abel. It isn't your fault. None of the rest of us saw it either." His voice was calm, soothing, and after a moment, the other man relaxed.
Leon frowned at the display. "Damn. So...what the hell is this all about? If they wanted to prove they can move without getting caught, I'd say they've done that. So what? Are they just messing with us?" He ran a hand through his dark hair. "Man...this is annoying as hell."
"Well, I don't deny that part of the pattern is meant to keep us off balance. However..." the Professor frowned and chewed on his pipe. "I don't think that's the whole of their plan."
"Well then, what is?"
It was Seth who answered. "They're trying to draw us out. By continuously creating disturbances, they want to force us to abandon our caution." She straightened, looking at the scene. "Given the message we received, they probably want to force us to either leave Esther unguarded, or else create a large enough scene to force her to come out, where she'll be more vulnerable."
"And then they plan to take her again?" Leon snorted. "Surely they know we'd never let that happen."
"Of course, but that's why they're doing this. To try and force us into a position where we have no choice." Mary studied the pattern, her eyes dark and fierce. "That's also the reason that the incidents have been escalating in violence and potential danger to the city."
Caterina nodded. "They may also be trying to threaten Esther into giving herself up voluntarily. That would fit the pattern of escalating violence, and the way they're circling inward." She sighed. "This is exactly the kind of methods the Order would use. Circling their opponents, using misdirection, vague threats and escalating tactics, they're all very characteristic of their movements." She frowned. "You mentioned you suspected multiple operatives of the Order in the city. Have you any idea as to who you might be facing?"
Mary nodded. "Father Nightroad believes these forces are being guided by the one called the Puppet Master, and possibly the woman known as the Ice Witch."
"I see. A formidable combination. Do you have any plans on how to handle the situation?"
"We're not entirely sure. However, now that I have the pattern available...we may be able to predict where their next move will be." Virgil studied the map. "I suspect they will move...here." His finger tapped Londinium Tower. "I would suspect them to come here...and, given the nature of their behavior, it is highly possible they will attempt to bomb the Tower itself, as a warning."
"I'll begin preparations to mobilize the City Watch and the Palace guards at once." Mary straightened.
"So what? We catch them in the act, and then what...beat the info out of them? Put 'em in jail?" Leon frowned. "I'm kinda in favor of the first option myself."
"It depends on how well prepared they are." Mary frowned. "Naturally, we will maintain a sizable force here, to protect Her Majesty. Lady Nightroad, I would prefer it if you would accept our protection as well."
Seth nodded. "I'd prefer to be out there assisting you, but I think it's best this time if I stay with my brother and Esther." Her gaze slipped to Astha and Ion. "Earl of Memphis, Duchess of Kiev, I think it might be best if one of you remained here, and the other went with Colonel Spencer."
Astha nodded. "I agree. I will accompany the Colonel."
Ion nodded as well. "Understood."
Leon grinned. "I'll come along with you guys." He cocked his head at Tres. "How about you, Gunslinger?"
"Negative. I will remain at Buckingham Palace. Her Majesty's safety remains our number one priority. Therefore, I will remain here and patrol."
Abel nodded. "I will also stay with Miss Esther."
"Good." Caterina fixed him with a level gaze. "I was afraid I'd have to order you to stay. I'm glad you've got enough sense left not to go rushing into things this time." She studied her subordinate. "How are you doing, Abel? You look tired again."
Abel flushed. "Well, I..."
Caterina shook her head. "Get some rest. According to our predicted patterns, they won't move for another day or so. While I'd recommend setting your preparations early, you at least should get some sleep, Abel. We can't have you collapsing, not when you're currently Esther's best protection. Get Father Wordsworth to give you something if you need it. That's an order."
"I...understand." Abel nodded.
Caterina studied him for a moment, then turned back to the display. "Is there anything else?"
"Well, we should consider the fact that this is a very real threat. Not just to Londinium. I believe it's a personal threat to Esther herself. These acts of violence...I believe it's a message of sorts, warning her what will happen if she doesn't give herself up." William frowned. "I confess, it does seem a little round-about, even for the Order. I think it means they have some trump card that they haven't yet played." his gaze slipped to the silver-haired man standing near the table. "I hate to ask this of you, Abel, but is it possible that the Contra Mundi is here as well?"
Abel stiffened, his face paling in the lighting. After a moment, he shook his head. "No. I'd know...now. Besides, Cain...he wouldn't use this method. He's always been much more direct."
"Well, that is something of a relief." The Professor nodded toward the images. "I was concerned, but I wasn't sure. So then, we'll have to deal with his assistants instead. I have to confess, I am a little relieved."
"Be that as it may, there's no denying our opponents are very dangerous. We should begin planning troop deployments immediately." Mary straightened, then faced Esther and bowed. "With your permission, Majesty."
"Of course." Esther nodded to her, and the red-haired Colonel bowed once more, then left the room. Esther looked around the room once more. "Is there anything else?"
"I do not believe so, Majesty." Virgil shook his head.
"Well then, we should probably all get back to work. After all, if we're right, then things will probably be very hectic in a few days." Esther rose, and bowed her head to Caterina. "Cardinal Sforza, we'll be sure to keep you informed."
"Thank you." The Cardinal inclined her head, then reached out, and her image disappeared. The rest of them stood staring at each other for a brief moment, then the group broke up. Esther returned to her office, her heart pounding. Two more days...
The next two days were nerve-wracking. Everyone was on edge. Esther was far too nervous to stay focused on Palace matters. At Virgil's suggestion, she dismissed the Council for a holiday, to take a break. During her spare time, she got Virgil and Ion to practice her sparring with her, and looked over the possible defense plans Mary, Tres and the others prepared.
True to Caterina's command, Abel disappeared for several hours the following day. Her advisers and Ion kept a close eye on her. She found she missed his presence, but a part of her was relieved that Caterina had forced him to rest. She'd been worried, but she had no idea how to make him slow down. And if she was on edge while he was gone, it was worth it to see the lessening of the shadows in his face when he returned later that evening.
On the night they suspected the attack, Esther couldn't concentrate at all. She tried to work on her paperwork, but the words simply made no sense to her. All she could think of was Mary, and Leon and Astha and the others, out facing the Order, possibly Dietrich. After an hour of futile effort, she set her pen aside, and moved to the window, looking out as if she could see the events that might be occurring. One hand fisted around the drapes, and she bit her lip.
"Esther?" Abel rose from his chair, then moved to stand behind her. "Esther...what is it?"
"I...they're all risking themselves for me. I should...I don't want to stand here, doing nothing." She clenched her fist harder, fighting back tears. "I...I hate waiting...never knowing if the people I care for will be hurt, because of me. I...I used to hate that, when you went off, and I couldn't stop you, even when I knew you were placing yourself in harms way. And now..."
"I know." Abel's hands, warm and gentle, rested on her shoulders. "I understand, Miss Esther. But while Cain is after you, we can't let you go out there." He drew her to him, his frame warm against hers. "I know. I'd rather be out there myself. The truth is...I'm not very fond of waiting either. And after hearing what von Lohengrin did to you..." Somehow, there was both danger and sheepishness in his tone. "Well, let's just say that I'd very much like to give him a lesson on manners."
Esther shivered. "Dietrich...if they're facing him..."
"It will be all right. You warned them about him. So has the Earl of Memphis, and so have I. I'm certain Colonel Spencer and the others will take every precaution they can."
"I know. I'm just...what if it isn't enough?" She turned to look into his eyes. "What if..."
He reached up and laid a hand on her mouth. "It's all right. If something happens, I promise, we'll do our absolute best to take care of it. I'm sure Colonel Spencer and Lord Walsh and everyone else knows you're worried about them. And I know they all care very much about you, so they won't let anything happen to make you cry. And if something does, well, the rest of us will do what we can to make it better. All right?" he brushed the tears from her eyes. "It will be all right, Esther."
She leaned into his chest. "Thank you, Abel." After a moment, his arms wrapped around her, comforting and warm. "I hope you're right."
Eventually, she and Abel settled back into their chairs. At her request, he brought her a book to read. However, she'd only just begun when the door to her office swung open, and Mary entered. Esther leapt out of her seat. "Colonel Spencer."
"Majesty." Mary stepped forward, Virgil following behind her.
Abel stood as well. "What happened? Did we make a mistake?"
"No. We were correct. However, it appears they either anticipated our figuring out their strategy, or they had a plan in place for when we did. I suspect it was the latter."
Mary strode forward, and laid an envelope on Esther's desk. There was no markings on it, only her name in a neat script. Esther stepped forward, then stopped as she recognized the hand-writing. "Dietrich."
"Perhaps." Mary sighed. "A lone messenger delivered this to us, on the steps of the Tower. We attempted to arrest him, but the man simply collapsed. I fear he is dead, Majesty."
Abel stepped forward. "Another message?"
"Yes. We haven't reviewed it yet. I felt it should come to Her Majesty first. However, I have no doubt all of us will want to hear what they have to say."
"Of course." Esther moved forward as well. "Have the others been informed?"
"I've requested they meet us in the Council room, Majesty. Father Wordsworth should be setting the connection to the Vatican as we speak."
"All right then." Within minutes, they were gathered. Esther took a deep breath, then inserted the disc.
Dietrich's form appeared in the holographic projector. He was wearing his uniform, and there was an evil smirk on his face. "Hello Esther, it's been a while." There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "That was quite the trick you pulled on me. Really, I'm almost impressed. I didn't think you had it in you, to poison me and then escape in my clothing. That was rather ingenious, I will admit. That's why I set up this little plan of mine...I wanted to pay you back for that little embarrassment."
Esther shivered, and Abel put a calming hand on her shoulder. She could feel his tension in his grip, but he said nothing. After a moment, the recording continued. "So then, Esther, what do you think of my little show? Of course, I'm not in a position to guess how you've been handling it, but...it is rather entertaining, don't you think? I wonder how many people have been caught in my little traps, simply because you went and angered the Contra Mundi."
Esther flinched at the words and bit her lip. Abel tightened his grip. "Esther, it isn't your fault. None of this is. He's simply trying to upset you." Esther nodded.
Dietrich's image shrugged. "You know, I can't really say I blame you, but running off like that, and going to that Father of yours, well, you've really managed to anger Mein Herr, you know. That's why he gave me permission for this little display. But...if you're viewing this tape, it means you've caught on to my game, and you had your men waiting for us. Probably that Colonel of yours. So then, down to business, shall we?" All the amusement went out of his eyes. "Mein Herr wants you back, Esther. Since you've figured out enough to try and intercept me, then you'll probably guess...what you've seen so far is nothing like our real strength. So then...here's the deal. I'll know when my messenger has delivered his message. After that, I'll wait two days, and then my fellow Order members and I will descend on the farther lawn of Buckingham Palace. You can meet us there, and we'll talk about you coming back." Something dangerous and terrible glittered in his eyes. "You should know, if you try to capture us, or if you fail to show up, my compatriots and I will level this city around you. I'll set my Death Hunters to ring your Palace, and you can watch as this city of Londinium yours goes up in flames. And of course, we'll be sure to target the Underground as well. And you must know, you can't prevent it."
Esther believed him. Dietrich was a ghost when he wanted to be. And if they were trapped in the Palace there would be nothing she could do. She turned her head, to see Virgil and Mary both gone white as sheets. Mary's eyes were glittering with anger, her hand on the hilt of her sword. Beside her, Virgil's jaw was tense, his fists clenched.
Esther turned back to the recording as it continued. "Remember, Esther, you have two days from the time you view this to get things in order and join us." Dietrich shrugged. "I would tell you not to bring that priest of yours, or your little retainers, but I doubt you'd listen. Besides, it'll be entertaining, watching you say goodbye, and I wouldn't mind having some fun with them, if they try to stop us. But do bear in mind, if they come, they're likely to get hurt." He raised one hand, and waved. "Just remember Esther, I really do love you. I'll see you in two days." Then the image vanished.
Esther stood there, staring at the empty projection. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move. Two days...and if I refuse...they'll burn the city. She knew Dietrich would carry out his threat, knew too that the order had the means necessary. No.
"Your Majesty." Virgil stepped forward. "You cannot go."
"I know...but...Dietrich...he will carry through with his threat. And he's right...we can't find him to stop him in time." Esther bit her lip. "I know...I know it's dangerous, and I know I shouldn't but please understand...I have to go. I have to meet with him. I won't risk this city, and all these people. I refuse to let all these people die because of me."
"We can evacuate the city." Mary shifted.
"Negative." Tres spoke from his corner. "it is not feasible to safely evacuate the entire population of Londinium in two days. Furthermore, any such attempt will most likely result in an immediate attack and we currently do not have enough data to devise a counter."
"Damn!" Leon swore and slammed a fist into the table. "So what...we're just gonna let Red walk into a vipers nest?"
"Negative. I recommend all personnel currently within this room, accompany Her majesty. Despite the threats, odds are high we have sufficient battle strength to repel an assault." The android's gaze shifted to Abel. "Father Nightroad. You are Esther's primary protector. If the assault should fail, your responsibility will be to remove Lady Esther from the grounds, by whatever means necessary."
Abel nodded. "Absolutely."
Esther stiffened. "I won't let you be sacrificed for me."
"Positive. Every effort will be made to maintain critical functions of all parties." it took Esther a moment to realize Tres was saying he'd make sure everyone lived through the incident.
"Majesty, I am against this. I ask you to reconsider." Virgil moved forward, and actually knelt at her feet. "Please, you must not..."
"I know. I don't plan to go with Dietrich. But I can't let them destroy this city. It's my home now. I won't let them take it from me. So I have to go. But I promise, I'll be careful. And even though I don't like it, I will rely on all of you to protect me. All right?"
Virgil raised his head, and looked into her eyes. After a moment, he rose. "If you must, Majesty. But with your permission, I shall have Vanessa accompany us as well."
"I understand." Esther nodded. Her eyes met Caterina's.
After a moment, Caterina nodded. "We'll be standing by. Good luck, Lady Esther." The the image winked out.
Esther stood, staring at the table, and the faces around her. She felt Abel's hand trembling on her shoulder, but he said nothing, and she knew why. He understood her reasons. She looked up. His face was pale, his eyes distant. She wondered if he was remembering Barcelona, and suspected he was. Remembering the people who had died, there and in Rome. She knew she remembered it well. She clenched her fists. Two days...