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Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Twenty Five – Grief and Wounds
"How is she?" Virgil strode into the infirmary room. He'd taken time to change out of his blood-stained trench coat and shirt, and he was followed closely by a second man.
Seth looked up from where she stood at Esther's left shoulder, a clean medical smock thrown hastily over her clothing. "Well, it could be worse, but this wound, it's still pretty severe. But we're really lucky. That spear being made of ice...it slowed the bleeding a little, and there's no debris or anything in the wound. Between that and Abel..." She sighed, and her eyes shifted to the silver-haired man standing beside her. He made no move, and showed no sign of having heard her.
The third man came forward and probed the wound. "Even with the bleeding staunched, she's lost a great deal of blood. We need to close this wound fast." His gaze flickered to Seth. "My lady..."
She gave him a pale grin. "Seth. Just Seth is fine. You're the Palace physician, right? I met you after that riot." She grimaced. "I haven't taken the ice out yet, but it's melting fast." Her eyes dropped to Esther's shoulder, swathed in makeshift bandages. "I didn't want to do anything without your approval, but if you don't mind...I've had training in the military, and in the Imperial Medical Academy. And I've worked on Esther before."
The doctor bowed. "Of course. Experience with the patient is always invaluable." He rolled up his sleeves and shrugged into a medical tunic as well. "I shall assist then." He turned to the nearby sink and ran his hands under the faucet, washing them thoroughly.
"I shall assist as well." Virgil moved in beside him. "My training is not extensive, but I can at least hold the instruments and move the lights."
Seth nodded. "All right."
The doctor's eyes moved to Abel, still standing unmoving by Esther's side. "Sir...I beg your pardon, but you must leave now."
"No." The voice was hoarse, and so low it was nearly inaudible. Abel's head was bowed, his hands by his sides. "I...can't..." He trembled.
Seth shook her head. "I think it's best if he stays. He's not likely to hurt anything, and his presence will help keep her calm." She grimaced at the red-soaked bandages. "We really can't give her much medication like this."
The doctor studied Esther's pale face, and the bloody clothing. "You are correct. However..."
Seth moved forward and laid a hand on Abel's arm. "Hey, Abel...I need your help, okay? You can stay, but I need you to move. I need you to go hold Esther's other hand while we work here. I don't want her fighting us, and we need to get the wound closed and some of the blood loss handled before we give her too many pain-killers." She saw her brother flinch at the words 'blood loss'. "I need you to help us hold her, okay, Abel?"
Abel said nothing. After a moment, he moved silently around the table, and took Esther's right hand, very gently, into his own. A spasm of anguish crossed his face, and tears began to streak the pale cheeks, falling unheeded to his chest.
Seth stared at him with compassion for a moment, then turned back to Esther's wounded chest. "All right. Let's see what we can do."
The wound was terrible. Helga's spear had gone through the upper chest, between the shoulder and the heart. It hadn't hit the heart, which was lucky, but it had cut several blood vessels, and it had definitely broken the scapula in her shoulder and damaged a few of the upper ribs before exiting her back. The ice had slowed the bleeding somewhat, and Abel's efforts to staunch the wound had done even more, but Esther had still lost a lot of blood. Seth gestured to Virgil. "Can you take her pulse and blood pressure? It seems a little low, and I'd like to know what we're dealing with here. In the meantime...I need to get that ice out, and then we'd better work fast to close those blood vessels up. We'll patch the broken bones as we go."
Both men nodded, their faces set in grim lines. Seth glanced once more at her brother, standing like a statue. Then she carefully unwrapped the improvised bandages on the shoulder to reveal the remains of the ice spear. She set her jaw and wrapped her hands around it, feeling the slickness of the melting ice. "All right. I'm taking the spear out now. Lord Walsh, I need you to stand by to apply pressure. It's probably going to bleed some more." She turned her head to the doctor. "I've got an IV ready. It'll make things harder if we start giving her blood before it's closed, but we can't let her lose too much. I want you to do whatever you think best, okay?"
"Yes, lady." He checked the inside of Esther's elbow, and studied her face. His hand dropped to her wrist. "We have a little time yet, but I suspect we'll need to set it before we're through."
Seth nodded, and tightened her fingers on the shaft of ice. "All right." She tightened her fist then, with one smooth wrench, she jerked the icicle from Esther's shoulder.
The ice came out crimson. Immediately, blood welled from the wound. Abel flinched, a soft groan wrenching from his throat, his hand tightening on Esther's. Seth threw the icicle into the sink, and Virgil clamped his hands over his queen's shoulder.
Seth's hands probed the wound. "Get something under the shoulder." she frowned, looking through the damage. "We need to lift her a little, so I can get at the area in her back. But we'd better not let that muscle move too much, or it'll tear further." Her hands shifted. "All right, Lord Walsh, I need you to lift her, very carefully." Her eyes slipped across the table. "Abel, I know you're listening. I need you to help okay? Hold Esther steady once we get her in position, all right?"
He said nothing, but Seth didn't wait for a response. "Ready?" Virgil nodded. "All right...go."
Virgil's hands slipped under the injured shoulder, bracing to either side of it has he lifted Esther's left side. Seth nodded when he'd gotten Esther raised far enough. "Hold her there. Abel?"
One dark-clad arm slipped under Virgil's hands, taking the weight of Esther's wounded form. The hand that held her was gentle, rock-steady, but the face that Virgil looked up into was ravaged by grief, and his shoulders were shaking with silent weeping. After a moment, the adviser looked away. "My lady?"
"Just hand me what I tell you. I don't have time to talk too much, okay." Seth's eyes were locked on Esther's shoulder, assessing the damage, while her slender, small fingers probed the wound. "I need clamps...and a scalpel, and sutures..." She gestured.
Under Seth's direction, torn blood vessels were carefully put back together, damaged muscles eased into place and knit together. The broken bones were set into place. When half of the damage had been repaired, the doctor silently moved to attach the IV, placing it in Esther's arm with practiced ease. Seth didn't acknowledge the movement, too focused on her work. The room was silent save for the softly delivered orders the sounds of the monitors, and the ragged breathing of the five people. Every so often, Virgil or the doctor checked Esther's vital signs, monitoring blood pressure and heart-rate, and reported the numbers. Abel said nothing, only stood, holding Esther in his arms.
Finally, the wound was closed. Seth carefully applied a special dressing, to cover the raw flesh, then wrapped bandages tightly over the shoulder, both to seal the wound and to immobilize the arm. She tied off the last bandage, then stepped back with a sigh, allowing Virgil to wipe the sweat from her face as he'd done off and on throughout the surgery. "Whew. I think that's everything." She looked at the physician at her elbow. "Did I miss anything? I tried, but it has been a while."
He shook his head. "As neat a job as I've ever seen my lady." He studied the queen. "She needs more blood yet, but her color is somewhat improved, and her pulse is strong and steady."
Seth breathed another sigh. "Well then, I guess all we can do is make sure there's no infection, and let her recover at her own pace."
Virgil nodded. "Does she need to remain here?" He looked around the infirmary room.
Seth sighed. "Well, it would be safer, I guess. Honestly, I'd like to keep her in the medical wing for a couple more days. But she should probably be moved to a better room."
Virgil nodded. "I will retrieve a medical bed."
"Which room?" Abel's voice was low, hoarse, but it cut through the room. All three of them turned.
The doctor blinked. "There is a room only a few doors down that I believe would be suitable for Her Majesty."
The priest didn't reply. He simply gathered Esther into his arms. Virgil hurried to catch the IV stand as Abel turned and walked through the doors. As he turned away, the doctor spotted the crimson drops staining the floor where he'd been standing. "Sir..."
Seth caught him. "I think you should leave my brother to me." She watched the black-clad man exit the door. "Right now, I'm afraid he's not going to hear you." She sighed. "Thank you, for helping with Esther."
"It was my honor to serve Her Majesty." His gaze returned to the bloodstains. "That man..."
A small, wan, smile touched Seth's face. "Abel? He'll probably be fine. But don't worry, I'll try and get him to let us tend his injuries. In the meantime..." She sighed and looked down at her clothing. "If you don't mind, could you go inform Colonel Spencer of Esther's condition? And tell her I recommend we call the Vatican and the Empire as soon as Lord Walsh and I arrive."
The doctor nodded. "Yes, my lady. I will do so." He bowed. "Please, take care of Her Majesty."
"I will." Seth nodded to him, then turned and followed Virgil and Abel. She arrived to find her brother settling the young woman into the bed, laying her gently down so as not to disturb the bandaged shoulder.
Seth watched as he settled Esther into the bed, allowing Virgil to arrange the IV and pull the sheets over her. Across his side, she could see a long cut, still bleeding, and another one across his shoulder and his cheek. Blood streaked his silver hair, and coated his hands, arms and face. His cassock was stiff with it, his own and others. She sighed, then moved over to touch his arm "Come on Abel. Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
"I...I can't. I promised...I..." His voice was a rough, broken whisper of sound. "I..."
"You need to get those wounds cleaned up." Seth touched the slash across his ribs gently. "Honestly, these should have healed by now." She looked up into his face. "Abel..."
"I can't...I won't let them...I..." He shuddered. "Esther...I..."
"I know, Abel." Seth kept her voice gentle. After a moment, she tugged on his arm once more. "It's fine. Let's get you cleaned up okay, and I'll take care of those cuts of yours."
"I'm fine." Abel shuddered once, and his head bowed. "I promised...not to leave her...I..."
"My lord, you must do as your sister asks." Virgil looked up from where he had finished settling the IV stand. "I would advise you strongly to do as she suggests, and allow yourself to be cleaned up, and have your wounds treated. You need medical attention. Besides..." The pale eyes came up to meet Abel's anguished gaze. "Her Majesty would only be upset if she were to see you wounded, or in such a state. For Lady Esther's sake, I must ask you to do as Lady Nightroad requests."
Abel shuddered again, looking at the blood that covered his hands and arms. "I..." He was trembling now, his eyes lost and haunted. "I..."
Virgil stepped around the bed, to a door on the other side of the room. He opened it and bowed slightly. "There is a bathing facility here. You need not go very far from Her Majesty. I will call your companions to bring a spare change of clothing for you."
Abel stood, still shaking as if he were freezing to death. "I..."
Seth took his arm, and gently shoved him toward the small bathroom. "Go on, Abel. I'll make sure nothing happens to Esther, all right?"
Her brother didn't respond. Seth shoved him into the room. There was worry in her eyes as she watched Abel, standing still in the bathroom. The silver-haired priest made no attempt to remove his clothing, or to wash away the crimson that covered him. She turned her gaze up to Virgil. "I'm sorry to ask this of you, but, could you please help my brother? I'm afraid Abel's in shock right now, and he's not really capable of doing anything." The worry in her eyes deepened.
Virgil nodded. "I understand. If you will, please call Father Wordsworth to bring spare clothing for Father Nightroad, and please ask Vanessa to bring a spare shirt and pants for me as well."
"I will." Her gaze turned to the silent figure lying on the bed. "I don't think anything's going to happen just yet, but I'll call out for you if Esther's condition changes."
"Thank you." He gave her a nod, then stepped into the bathing room and shut the door.
Abel didn't move as Virgil turned on the shower, turning it up until the room began to fill with warm steam. He didn't even seem to acknowledge the blond man's presence until Virgil stepped forward and began to unfasten the blood-stained outer cassock. At his touch, Abel jerked. "What are...you doing?"
Virgil met his gaze. "I am doing as your sister requested, and assisting you." His deft fingers unhooked Abel's rosary and laid it gently to one side, then unsnapped the throat tab and began to undo the fastenings of Abel's lower garments. "She was concerned for your wellbeing, and asked that I make sure you were taken care of."
"You shouldn't." Abel shuddered again, hunching forward to bury his face in his bloodstained hands. "I...you saw...Esther..."
Virgil frowned, seizing the other man's shoulders. "Her Majesty tried to help you, against my instructions and yours, and was injured. However, if you had not done what you did, she would probably have died. Father Nightroad, you cannot blame yourself for Lady Esther's mistake. Nor mine. I should have been attending to her more carefully."
Abel shuddered again. "But I...I drank...Esther...her blood..." He was staring at his hands again. "I..."
"Enough, Father. What had happened has happened. Right now, my concern is making sure Her Majesty is taken care of, and the situation under control. Which includes caring for you. As I said before, Lady Esther will only be concerned if she wakes to find you in such a state." Virgil's eyes were worried, but his voice was calm, matter-of-fact.
Abel didn't move, his eyes once more lost in shadows of grief. Virgil sighed then stepped forward, stripping the remains of the upper uniform from the priest, then guiding him into the shower stall. Abel flinched as the water washed over him, but made no other response. He seemed frozen with shock. Virgil watched a moment, then rolled up his sleeves and reached out to clean the blood from the other man's body. Once Abel was cleaned, he turned off the shower and drew him from the stall. There were medical supplies in the bathroom, and it was the work of a few minutes to dry off the cuts, apply antiseptic, and bandages. The one on Abel's face was shallow enough to leave alone, but the ones on his shoulder and across his ribs were deeper, and there were a few others across his back and other side. There were also marks across his wrists, signs of where Dietrich had attempted to bind him with wires. Virgil studied them a moment, then wrapped a length of gauze around each wrist. Throughout it all, Abel remained silent, staring at his hands or the floor with a lost, anguished look in his eyes. Virgil gave him a worried glance as he finished with the last of the bandages, then pulled the silver hair back into a ponytail, and opened the door. "If you'll come with me, Father."
Seth was standing in the other room, watching Esther. She looked up, then moved forward to hand Virgil two bundles of clean fabric. "Here. Your sister and Father Wordsworth delivered these while you were taking care of Abel." She looked at her brother's wounds briefly, and nodded. "I see you've done a very good job. Thank you."
"You're welcome." Virgil took the shirt and pants from her. "Her Majesty?"
"There's been no change. She's still stable, but unconscious." Seth grimaced. "I hate to say it, but we need to report to the others soon."
"You are correct." Virgil nodded to the silent man still standing with a towel draped around his shoulders. "I will leave Father Nightroad in your care." He turned back to the bathroom, shutting the door once more behind him.
It took only a few moments to remove his stained garments. Most of the filth that had covered him had been washed off while he was tending to Abel, and the rest was easily cleaned away. He had a few gashes to attend to, but they were all relatively minor. Within fifteen minutes, he returned to the main hospital room.
Seth had managed to get Abel into the cassock shirt, though she hadn't bothered with the outer robe. She glanced up at him. "Ready to go?"
"I am." He turned to the silent figure. "Father Nightroad..."
"I can't..." Abel's pain-filled gaze moved slowly to the bed Esther lay on. "I promised...I..." He shuddered. "Esther..." Tears streaked the pale face, falling into his hands. "I promised..."
"You should rest Father, and eat something. Her Majesty would not want you to risk your health." Virgil moved forward to unclip a small device. "I will take the portable monitor with me. It will inform us at once if Lady Esther's condition changes."
Abel visibly flinched at the mention of eating, but he shook his head. "No. I...I told her...I'd be beside her. Even if...if I am..." He was shaking again. "Monster..."
"Abel!" Seth reached forward to grab his wrist. "It isn't true. And I'm sure..." Her voice roughened. "I'm sure Esther would say the same thing." She looked into her brother's eyes for a long moment, and her voice softened. "There's nothing I can say, is there? Abel, do you intend to stay...as you did last time?"
"I...promised...I..." His voice broke, rough with the tears that streamed down his face, and his head bowed. "Esther..."
Seth watched him a moment, then turned away. "Lord Walsh, we should go." She moved toward the door, and after a moment, Virgil followed her.
He waited until they were out in the corridor before he spoke. "Are you sure it is wise to leave Father Nightroad with Lady Esther?"
Seth grimaced. "There's nothing we can say now that will get Abel to move. Besides...you don't have to worry. I'm sure Abel won't let anything happen to her."
Virgil shook his head. "I confess, it is not Her Majesty I feel concern for, but Father Nightroad."
"Abel?" Seth blinked. "Why Abel?"
Virgil sighed. "I have been aware of the feelings between Her Majesty and Father Nightroad for some time. This..." He stopped, his eyes gazing unseeing at the wall. "This incident, especially in light of what occurred while he was in his other form...I fear it will continue to torment him. And this vigil will only increase his suffering." He paused. " I have held my own vigils by the side of people I care for when they are injured or dying. I respect Father Nightroad. I would have preferred to spare him this, if it were possible. However he feels about the events that took place tonight..."
"There's nothing you can do." Seth's eyes were sad, her voice heavy. "Abel will blame himself for that. And I can tell you...he's not going to move until Esther recovers. Perhaps not even then. This is...this is what Abel does, when something like this happens. All we can do now is try to contain the situation, and pray Esther's recovery is swift."
"As you say." He bowed his head once, in acknowledgment of her words, and together they moved toward the main Palace.
Mary was waiting in the central hall. She had been pacing, but as they approached, she stopped and turned to them. Her normally calm expression had been replaced with one of worry. "Lord Walsh, Lady Nightroad...how is Esther?"
Seth sighed. "She's stable, but unconscious. We're giving her a blood transfusion, to help her, and the wound is closed. The rest is mostly up to Esther."
Mary nodded. "Is it safe to leave her, in that condition?"
Virgil nodded, displaying the device he carried. "I have a monitor on hand, and it will remain with myself or you at all times. Furthermore, Father Nightroad has chosen to remain with Her Majesty."
"I see. I will check on her condition later then." Mary sighed. "How is Father Nightroad?"
"He's all right. A few cuts and scrapes. But honestly, his mind's in worse shape than his body." Seth grimaced. "Abel is...well, just as he always was. I think it's best to leave him be for now." She sighed again. "Unfortunately, I think we have a much bigger issue to deal with."
"Of course." Mary nodded. "There will be no concealing Her Majesty's condition, and there are sure to be repercussions, not only among the nobles of Albion, but among other nations as well."
"We need to inform our allies in the Vatican and the Empire. While I have no doubt the envoys currently in residence are capable of doing so, I would prefer to deliver the news myself." Virgil bowed to Seth. "By your leave, my lady."
"No. I don't mind. But you know...how is this going to affect the two of you?" Her green eyes met theirs. "After all, something like this..."
"Many of the nobles will undoubtedly ask for us to stand down from our positions." Mary's face shuttered, turned to stone. "And considering the circumstances, we really cannot deny their complaints. However, that will leave Albion vulnerable and Her Majesty as well."
"I happen to agree." Seth frowned. "If you don't mind my saying so, the two of you need to find some reinforcements fast. Not to mention, if the Order is trying to attack Albion, I think now is a good time to call upon your allies."
"I agree. However, my lady..." Virgil fixed her with his gaze. "Your tone suggests you happen to have a suggestion for matter."
"I do." Seth grimaced again, and a rueful smile touched her face. "Well, I was rather hoping I could simply visit my brother, and that I could stay incognito, however...I rather like the pair of you, and
I'm certainly very fond of Esther. So then, if you think it will help, I think I'll clean up, and let Augusta Veradica attend to this."
Virgil stiffened. "You will...expose yourself as the Empress? Reveal your identity after more than nine centuries?"
Seth shrugged. "Well, I did figure it was going to come out sometime. After all, it's rude to always wear a veil. You can get away with it when everyone's your subordinate, but if you're talking to allies, well...it doesn't work so well." The rueful smile touched her face once more. "Besides, Esther already knows, as does Caterina. And Abel...after all this time, I finally found my brother. I don't intend to hide in the shadows and let him disappear again."
"Understood." Virgil bowed. "Then I will request your help."
"Of course." Mary bowed as well. "Having the Methuselah Empress supporting us is a very strong tactical advantage, both personally and for Albion as a whole. I would not have asked it of you, Majesty, but if you are willing to support us, then I am most grateful."
"In that case, I'd appreciate it if you'd gather the envoys while I change." Seth flicked a glance down at her torn and blood covered clothing. "After all, I don't think I'm going to create quite the proper impression in this."
"Understood...Your Majesty." Virgil hesitated only a second. "I will inform your envoys of the meeting. Shall I inform them of the change in your status as well?"
"Yes." Seth nodded. Her gaze slipped to Mary. "I'd like it if you'd get the envoys from the Vatican, but I'd prefer it if you didn't tell them. After all, they've only known me as Abel's little sister, or a junior attaché. I think it'll be easier to convince them with a demonstration."
"Understood." Mary snapped to attention. "I will escort you to your quarters then, and then gather the AX priests."
"Thank you." Seth nodded.
Half an hour later, the AX priests and the Methuselah Imperial messengers met in the main Council chamber. All of them had tended to their wounds, and gotten fresh garments, but there was a general air of depression that hung among them.
Leon shifted restlessly and gave Astha a sour look. "Damn. This place is way too gloomy for my tastes." He ran a hand through his thick dark hair with an expression of disgust. "We beat those bastards, and yet...with Red injured and Four Eyes going off the deep end again, even I can't find anything to get encouraged about." He slouched against the table. After a moment, his stormy gaze flicked to Virgil. "Hey, I thought we needed to call the Vatican and the Empire and discuss things with them. What are we waiting for?"
"Lady Nightroad requested we wait for her." Virgil inclined his head. "Please be patient."
"Huh. If you say so. Although, I'd think being Abel's sister, she'd be taking care of him." Leon frowned.
"Well, actually, I would much rather be doing that. However, I'm afraid there are more important things to deal with, Father Garcias." Seth voice sounded from the doorway. Everyone turned. Leon whistled, and Astha and Ion immediately fell to their knees, heads bowed.
Seth strode into the room; robed in the green, gold and white outfit she'd worn to meet the Pope. The white shift and boots were pristine, the green fabric and gold laces glittering even in the muted light. However, she'd removed the leaf pin and the decorative bow from her hat, and the black hair, though still slightly disordered, had been combed neater. The embroidery on her robes sparkled as she moved forward to address the two advisers, who'd risen at her entrance. "Thank you for waiting."
Virgil bowed. "It was my honor." He shifted as if he too would fall to his knees, but Seth shook her head.
"It's all right. You aren't in my service, so I won't ask anything special of you. You should save that for Esther, after all." Her gaze shifted to Astha and Ion, still kneeling with their heads bowed. "Rise, my children." She smiled. "It's all right. I already gave the two of you permission not to be so formal, after all."
"As you wish, Highness." Astha rose quickly. "Shall I hail the Empire now?"
"Please do. Lord Walsh, how many connections can this room sustain?"
"Up to a dozen at a time, Majesty." Virgil bowed again, then moved forward to uncover a large panel. He pointed to a row of switches. "These can be used to activate different channels, and from there, and the table can be used to set up the connections."
"Very well. Astharoshe, contact the Duke of Khartoum. He should be in the Imperial Star Palace. Ion, I wish for you to call Mirka. I fear we shall need your grandmother's advice for this." A wry grin curved her mouth for an instant. "Besides, if I'm going to be here, there's no need for her to continue the pretense." Her gaze slipped to Wordsworth and Tres. "Father Tres, Father Wordsworth...I must ask you to get in touch with Lady Caterina and His Holiness." She sighed. "I'm not very fond of the idea, but you might as well contact Cardinal di Medici as well. I fear Albion may need the Inquisitorial Army's support. At the very least, I'd like to borrow those two knights of his."
William nodded and stood. "As you wish."
"Wait a second." Leon rose. "What the heck is going on?" He glared at Seth. "I get that you're an special envoy from the Empire, and I know you're Abel's sister, but...you can't just take over like that. Seriously, even if you are older than you look, this isn't exactly a kids game."
"You idiot!" Astha whirled. "Do you know who you're addressing?"
Seth grinned. "Well, as a matter of fact, he probably doesn't." She waved a hand. "It's all right, Astharoshe. I haven't introduced myself properly, after all." She straightened, giving Leon a smile.
"Actually, I haven't ever revealed myself outside the Empire before, or even inside it much, so it's not a surprise you didn't recognize me. I actually use a different name when I'm working in the Empire."
"Really? And what would that be?" Leon glared at her.
"Well, the title I usually prefer is Augusta. Augusta Veradica." She grinned, locking her hands behind her back and stretching. "It sounds so much more regal than just Seth, you know?"
"Augusta Veradica?" Leon's eyes widened. "No way..." He took an involuntary step backward. "You're not telling me...you're the 900 year Empress?"
"Positive. Voice scans and facial recognition match transmissions to and from the Empire, during the time Father Nightroad and the Earl of Memphis were on personal assignment." Tres turned to the monitor. "Now connecting to the main Vatican communications unit."
Wordsworth smiled. "I'd wondered. Well, this is a bit of a surprise, but it does explain a lot."
Seth smiled. "I thought you might have guessed."
He chuckled. "Well, if you're about Abel's age, that makes you old enough to be the Empress, or one of her first advisers at the least. And when I saw the way your envoys deferred to you, and how casually you act with people...I thought it might be something like that."
"Wait a second. I thought you were Four Eyes' sister." Leon glared, leaning one fist on the table with a dangerous expression in his eyes. "You're gonna tell me that joker is the brother of the Empress of Methuselah?"
"Yes. But he didn't wish it well known." The smile on Seth's face became sad. "And really, you shouldn't be too angry at Abel. After all, we didn't speak to each other for a long time. He didn't know for certain it was me until just before that incident. And given the political climate at the time, neither of us thought it was wise to reveal the truth. Besides...I told him then. Who the Contra Mundi really was. So..."
"He didn't have much time, before he was...hurt." William nodded.
Leon stared at Seth a moment longer, then flopped into a chair. "Geez...that joker. I swear, if he weren't still guarding Red and half out of his mind, I'd seriously punch him for this." He shot another look at Seth, then let a ghost of his fierce grin appear. "Hate to tell you this, but I'm not much for formality or politeness, so..."
Seth laughed. "It's fine. As I told Esther, you aren't my subject so I won't ask you to do anything special for me. And while I'd prefer my Imperial name for now, after this meeting, it's fine if you continue to call me Seth." her gaze slipped around the room. "And the same holds true for the rest of you. Except for official things, I don't mind if you're all informal. Actually, I'm rather fond of it. Even you, my dear children."
"Your Majesty, I'm honored." Astha bowed hastily, flushing bright red. Ion echoed her gesture, then a light lit on the communications board. "The call from the Duchess of Moldova is coming in now."
"Positive. Communications from the Vatican are also online." Tres was busy at the other section of the keyboard. "Do you wish to speak to Brother Petros as well as Cardinal di Medici?"
"Well, if it can be managed, I think that would be a good idea." Seth made a face. "He is Abel's friend after all."
"Positive. Brother Petros is identified as an ally to Father Nightroad. Contacting the Vatican Inquisitorial Bureau Directors office now." Tres flipped another switch and typed in a code.
Seconds later, a series of holographic projectors came to life, each with a different person. Mirka and Baibars both bowed as they saw Seth. "My lady."
Caterina was the next to speak. "Lady Nightroad." She inclined her head. "I take it something has occurred."
"I'm afraid so." Seth gave the lady Cardinal a half-smile. "Unfortunately, due to the nature of the incident, I'm afraid this isn't just a personal call. I'm calling in my capacity as a servant of the Empire, at the request of Colonel Spencer and the Count of Manchester."
Caterina's eyebrow rose. "Do I take it then, that you've chosen to exercise your full authority in this matter? And resume your true position?"
"Yes. I have, I'm afraid."
"Umm...I don't understand." Alessandro blinked. "I thought...I thought you were...a servant in the Imperial Palace."
Seth grinned again. "Well, that is true in a sense. But...I don't usually use my family name when I'm working. After all, it doesn't sound right, and Abel might get into trouble if I did." Her gaze flicked back to Caterina. "I hate to ask, but perhaps you could introduce me properly to His Holiness, this time."
"Indeed." She inclined her head. "My apologies, Holiness. Please allow me to introduce you to Her Majesty, Augusta Veradica, the first and only Empress of the Methuselah Empire."
"E..Empress?" Alessandro's eyes widened. "But I...I thought...I thought you were Father Nightroad's sister."
Seth nodded. "That too. But Abel and I chose different paths to walk, a very long time ago. His eventually took him to the Vatican, as Lady Caterina's friend and subordinate. But...well, things turned out quite differently for me."
"Oh...I guess I see...but..." A tremulous smile crossed his face. "I guess...it's just such a surprise..."
Francesco exploded. "Caterina! What is the meaning of this?"
Caterina's eyebrow went up. "What are you referring to, Brother?"
"This...child...the Empress of all Methuselah!" Francesco was crimson. "Do not presume to mock me."
"There's no mockery intended." Caterina's face was calm. "I know you are aware of both the longer Methuselah lifespan, and of the fact that their physical characteristics are frozen at the time they experience their first transition. And I guarantee you, she is the Empress."
"And you...you...I should have you arrested." Francesco's face was darker now, almost a match for his robes. "If this girl is indeed the Empress, then you have committed treason by assisting Father Nightroad in bringing her within the Vatican. Both of you should be arrested at once and tried as heretics." His jaw clenched. "I knew that man was a traitor." A cruel smile crossed his face. "How kind of you to finally give me proof that your subordinate has betrayed us to the Empire!"
"That's enough!" Seth's voice snapped out with the sharpness of a whip. "My brother has done no such thing. Since Abel joined the Vatican, he never once attempted to contact me. Not even when my envoy made first contact with Lady Caterina." Her eyes were bright with emerald fire. The fierce gaze held Francesco's a moment longer, then slipped to Alessandro's. "All this time...even when I first chose to contact the Vatican, Abel never once said a word. I never heard a single thing from him, not in all that time. Even when he came to the Empire, he never even told my envoys who he was. And when I finally saw him..." A sad smile touched her face. "I knew he worked for Caterina, of course, but he hasn't once spoken of what he does for the Vatican. That day, the day I came to meet you, Holiness, was the first time I've seen or heard anything of my brother's life within your walls." Her gaze hardened. "Abel is many things, but I will give my word as the Empress, he has never betrayed a trust. Not once in all the time I've known him."
Caterina nodded, her eyes grave. "Nor has Abel ever spoken with me about it. I only heard the truth by accident, when Abel was...injured, in Londinium."
Francesco snorted. "Ridiculous! If you think I'll accept the words of a heretic such as this..."
"Watch yourself, brother." Caterina interrupted, her gray eyes cold. "Please remember that we are currently allies with the Empire, as well as Albion. To dismiss the words of their Empress is indeed rather presumptuous of you." She folded her hands.
"Even so...to have willingly brought the Empress into the Vatican, to meet his Holiness, under false pretenses...that is also a crime, Caterina!"
"I don't see how, Francesco." Caterina met her brother's enraged look with her own calm stare. "First of all, as an ally of the Church, the Empress is permitted to send any envoy she chooses to the Vatican, even herself. Second, by making it an unofficial visit, she spared us a great deal of trouble, and possible risk. And third, I fail to see how she came under false pretenses. She may not have given her full title, however, neither did she use a false one. And you and I both have experience in traveling under our lesser titles. You do not always announce yourself as the Cardinal di Medici, I know." Her steely gaze flicked to Alessandro. "Holiness, even you have traveled under an assumed name, or in disguise. This is no different."
"I...you're right." Relief touched his thin features. "I mean...that's all really true, isn't it? Besides..." His gaze met Seth's. "Sister...is right. I mean...we are allies, after all. And...I don't think you did any harm."
"Holiness!" Francesco looked as if he was about to explode. "Surely you can't be serious!"
"But...it's true. And besides..." A shy smile touched Alessandro's face. "I actually...I enjoyed meeting you. And I...I rather like Father Nightroad. I...Brother Petros said once, that he...he knew Father Nightroad was dangerous, but he...he didn't think he was the kind of man who would betray anyone. So...I think..." His gaze slipped to his older brother's. "I think...I really think it's all right."
Francesco's jaw clenched. His face was crimson. After a moment, he spoke, every word dripping with suppressed rage. "If that is your decision Holiness, then I will not contradict you. However, I see no need to waste more time with this. If you'll excuse me." He didn't wait. The connection was severed almost before he finished speaking.
Caterina sighed. "My apologies. I should have foreseen the Cardinal di Medici's reaction."
Seth shook her head. "I suspected something like this might happen. Well, it's only to be expected, I suppose." her gaze moved to the blue-haired man on one of the other projections. "And you, Brother Petros? Will you also take your leave?"
"No. I am convinced of the truth. And while I feel Father Nightroad and I need to have a...discussion...this also explains a great deal." Petros folded his hands, a scowl on his face. "I was suspicious when I first requested a meeting with you. Both his behavior and that of your subordinates was unusual."
"I see then. Well, I'm glad you feel that way. I'm afraid I may need to ask a favor of you." Seth fixed him with a rueful smile. "I fear...the situation here is rather problematic at the moment."
Caterina sighed. "I gathered as much. There's no reason to make this move unless something drastic has happened." Her gaze scanned the faces of the group seated. "And I don't see Her Majesty, Esther, nor do I see Father Nightroad amongst you."
"No." Virgil stepped forward, his eyes meeting each person's briefly. "We were...attacked by the Order of Rosenkreutz last night. As you know, they insisted that we give Her Majesty to them as a hostage, or else they would burn Londinium to the ground."
Alessandro blanched. "That's...that's terrible."
"Indeed. Her Majesty chose to meet with the Order representatives in person, to prevent any destruction. However, when we refused their terms, the Order attacked us, and in the battle..." His voice dropped, and his head bowed. "I fear Her Majesty has been seriously wounded."
Alessandro's eyes grew wide and worried. "Esther was...Esther was hurt? And it...was it...very bad?"
Caterina sighed. "If you don't mind, I'd appreciate the details, Lord Walsh."
"Of course." He nodded in her direction. "Her Majesty took a spear through the shoulder while attempting to aid Father Nightroad. Though it missed vital organs, she sustained severe damage and blood loss. The spear went entirely through the shoulder, breaking two ribs and the scapula of the shoulder, as well as tearing the muscle and some blood vessels. Father Nightroad and Her Imperial Majesty were able to stop the bleeding temporarily in the field. We were able to operate successfully as well. However, she is still suffering the effects of shock and severe blood loss, and remains unconscious at this time." He sighed. "I'm not certain when she will regain consciousness, or what state she will be in."
"That is indeed serious." Caterina frowned. "Forgive me for saying so, but you and Colonel Spencer seem to be in a very precarious position at the moment. And Albion is now very vulnerable."
"Indeed." Virgil nodded his agreement. "That's why we are grateful to Her Imperial Majesty for her assistance."
"I see." Caterina turned to Seth. "What do you make of the situation?"
Seth sighed. "I think we have a little time. The Order seems to be after Esther, and so they aren't likely to attack while she's in such critical condition. After all, one wrong move would be bad. But...there's no telling how he will respond. He may be content to wait, but he might also get violent."
"He?" Leon raised an eyebrow. "You mean, the Contra Mundi? That guy?"
"Yes." Seth nodded. Then her eyes came up to Mirka's. "I had intended to return soon, and to avoid a lot of fuss, but in light of this...I will remain here until Esther recovers. And as of now, I wish the Imperial Council to know that I am in Albion, and am formally supporting this country. Duke of Khartoum." Her gaze moved to Baibars. "I wish you to prepare the Yenceri for the possibility of battle, and begin the mobilization of the Royal guard." A grim smile touched her face. "I want it to be very clear that we intend to loan Albion our full military support. And as of this moment, you are hereby to become the joint commander, partnered with Colonel Mary Spencer of the Albion Royal Guard."
"Yes, Your Majesty. I will have the command protocols changed at once." The dark-haired giant turned to Mary. "Colonel Spencer, I will have the necessary information to you within the day."
"Thank you." Mary bowed. "I appreciate it. I will also be sending you information on our own troop movements."
Mirka bowed her head. "Do you wish the Imperial Secret Council to mobilize as well?"
Seth nodded. "Yes. And inform them, until further notice; I am creating a new post within the Council. Albion Special Diplomatic Reserve. At this time, I wish the post to be filled by Lord Walsh, Count of Manchester and adviser to the Throne of Albion. If you agree, of course, Lord Walsh." She turned to him.
"I am honored." He bowed to Mirka. "My lady, I look forward to working further with you."
"Of course." Mirka smiled. "And please, do take care of my grandson while he's in your care."
"Grandmother..." Ion spluttered to a stop.
Caterina smiled. "So, you'll make it impossible for them to be dismissed without offense to the Empire. Very shrewd. However...it does create an imbalance."
Seth grimaced. "I am aware of that. However, I cannot bring the Vatican's army into play without the agreement of the Head of the Inquisition. And right now, I don't think he's going to support me."
A grim smile curved Caterina's mouth. "No. Brother won't support this at all."
"But...I can...I can ask for the Inquisition." Alessandro spoke up. His gaze slipped to Petros. "Brother Petros."
"Holiness." Petros stiffened to attention, then bowed.
"Would you...would you be willing to help Esther? For the sake of Albion, and our alliance." Alessandro looked nervous, but also oddly determined.
Petros straightened. "My place is at your side, Holiness, however...if you wish, I will immediately place my soldiers on standby, to assist. And I am willing to accept the commands of yourself or Cardinal Sforza, if you so desire."
"Yes, please." Relief swept across the young features. "Thank you, Brother Petros."
Petros bowed again. "I am at your service."
Seth nodded. "I offer you my thanks as well, Inquisitor. As for the other matter..." Seth sighed. "I should have a Vatican representative with the Council as well. Unfortunately, I fear the man I would prefer to choose is currently...unavailable."
"Of course. You want it to be Abel." Caterina nodded. "However, judging by his absence, I'd say he's either wounded himself, or watching Her Majesty."
"It's a little of both, I think." Seth sighed. "He's with Esther, but Abel is...not himself at the moment."
"I understand. If you don't mind, I'd suggest Father Wordsworth in his place, at least temporarily. He's a trustworthy man."
William shifted in his seat. "I'm honored, of course, but...are you sure Vaclav isn't a better choice?"
"I need Father Havel with me." Caterina smiled again. "Besides, you've already been introduced to the Imperial envoys, so they can vouch for you. You know both my mind and Abel's fairly well, so you should have a good handle on things."
William met her gaze for a moment more, then inclined his head gravely. "Very well. If her Imperial Majesty wishes, I will accept."
"That's good." Seth grinned, relief in her smile. "I know Abel thinks very highly of you as well. I'm sure you'll do just fine."
"Very well." Caterina was staring over her hands in consideration. "Lord Walsh...is there anything further that you are aware of?"
"No." The Count frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then shook his head. "I believe this will be sufficient to protect Albion for the moment." he turned to look at his compatriot. "Colonel Spencer?"
"I agree."
"Then I have a favor to ask." Caterina frowned. "Even with my agents there, if we have to move fast, it could get tricky. In the interests of efficiency, I'd like to ask permission to return to the Albion Court for the time being. It will be easier for me to monitor and react to the situation from there." Her frown deepened. "I'm aware this may place Albion in greater danger, however..."
"It appears that Her Majesty is currently the target of the Order. In light of that, I fear that it is Albion who will be placing you in peril, should you choose to come Excellency." Virgil's expression was troubled. "However, I cannot deny that your presence here would be beneficial. Your experience and your knowledge would be of great help to us."
"I'm afraid I have to agree with Lord Walsh." Mary leaned back against her chair. "Coming here is dangerous, but if you feel it is prudent, your presence would be an asset. It will help offset concerns about a Methuselah overthrow, with Her Imperial Majesty here." Her gaze turned to Seth. "No disrespect intended."
"None taken. I understand the concern quite well." Seth rocked back on her heels.
"In that case...I'd...I'd like to come as well." Alessandro spoke up softly.
"Holiness..." Caterina's gaze sharpened with concern.
The pope flushed. "I...I know it's dangerous, but...Esther is my friend. And I...I promised I'd work with her. For the sake of a new hope for this world. I want...I want to help her. And I...I feel so useless, just sitting here. Everyone else...is fighting. Even you, Sister. I feel like...even if I can't do much...I want to help."
Caterina watched him for a moment, then nodded. "If that is truly how you feel, Holiness..."
"Then Albion would be honored by your presence." Virgil spoke quietly. "And I am sure Her Majesty would welcome having you here. She is...quite fond of you."
"In that case, Sister Paula and I shall accompany His Holiness as well." Petros glared at the assembled members. "I have no intention of leaving His Holiness in such company unescorted."
Alessandro flushed harder. "Brother Petros..."
Seth laughed. "It's all right. I understand what he means." Her gaze slipped to Baibars, still standing at his position. "I'm sure if I'd planned this as an official visit, my Captain of the Yenceri would have said much the same thing."
"Indeed, Majesty." A frown touched the dark, angular expression. "Even now, if you had not left the Imperial Palace in my care, I would join you."
Mirka smirked. "But then, I'd have to speak with your subordinates instead of you, Lord Baibars, and it wouldn't be nearly as interesting."
A brief spasm crossed the angular face. "The Duchess of Moldova is correct, as always." He sounded a little strangled.
Small smiles crossed the faces of the others. After a moment, Caterina turned to Virgil. "It will take at least two days to make preparations to leave. However, I intend to be there within four days at the most. I'll inform you of our flight plan the night before we leave. Is that acceptable?"
"It is." Virgil made a quick note.
"Then, I suggest you all go and rest. You've had a difficult night, and I expect the next few days will be trying. His Holiness and I will begin our plans to join you, and we can discuss what to do then."
"I agree." Seth turned to the two Albion lords. "And you?"
"I also agree. I need to assist Vanessa with attending to the Underground, and there is much to be done." Virgil set aside his notepad and rose.
Mary nodded her agreement. "I need to see to the troops and the Palace guard."
"Very well. We'll speak again soon." Caterina exchanged one more look with Seth, then the communication cut off. Seconds later, the others followed suit.
There was silence in the room for a moment, then Seth stretched. "Well then...I think I'm going to follow Lady Caterina's advice."
"Yes, Majesty." Virgil flipped the notepad closed. The rest of them rose, and after a few silent moments, filed out of the room, headed for their various destinations.
The Iron Maiden arrived four mornings later. Virgil went to meet it, along with Seth, Wordsworth, and Leon.
As soon as the steam from the landing cleared, Caterina disembarked. Alessandro came behind her, escorted on either side by Petros and Paula. All of the Vatican officials were wearing casual clothing, suitable both for traveling and for an informal visit. Virgil waited until they were within range, then knelt. "Holiness, Cardinal Sforza, welcome to Albion."
"Thank you. Please...you don't need to kneel. I mean...this isn't a state visit or anything, so..." Alessandro colored slightly. "Really, I don't mind."
"Thank you." Virgil rose. "If you'll permit me, I'll escort you to your quarters."
"Okay. But first...how is Esther?" Alessandro fidgeted slightly, his hands twisting in his robes.
"She is stable; however, she has not awakened yet." Virgil sighed.
"Oh. I see. Would it...be all right if I...if I visited her?"
A small smile touched Virgil's mouth. "I believe she would appreciate that very much, Holiness. However, I recommend you wait until this afternoon. We'll be shifting Her Majesty back to her own rooms later today, for more comfort, and I assure you it will be much better then."
"Okay. Well then...please lead the way."
Seth grinned at him. "Hey there. It's nice to see you again." She let the grin widen just a fraction. "I don't mean to be rude, but do you think I could borrow your sister for a minute? I'd like to speak with her."
"Oh...it's fine." He turned pink. "Umm...well, later...do you think we could talk some more? I was hoping...that I'd get to visit with you a little this trip." Alessandro's ears were turning crimson, and he looked away.
Amusement entered Seth's eyes. "Of course. It's a promise."
"Well then...I'll see you later." He turned back to Virgil, who bowed his head in acknowledgment and turned.
"Well then...shall Leon and I escort the good Inquisitors?" William gave Caterina a quick look. A grin curved one corner of his mouth, but there was no amusement in his eyes.
"Please do." Caterina nodded. Petros stiffened, but she turned and gave him a steely look. "I'm sure I'll be fine, Brother Petros. Besides, you're here as an escort to His Holiness."
Petros yielded, offering her a shallow bow. "As you command." He turned to Wordsworth, and the four priests vanished into the Palace, leaving the Empress and the Cardinal alone.
There was silence between the two women for a moment, then Caterina spoke. "You intend to move Esther, then? Is that wise?"
Seth sighed. "Well, it shouldn't hurt anything, at this point. She's still in a coma, but the wound is closing, though it's a little slower than I'd like. Still, there's a chance that a familiar and comfortable surrounding will help her wake up easier."
"True. But I'm surprised she's still unconscious." Caterina frowned.
Seth shook her head. "She had a pretty bad shock there, and she didn't make it any better going after Abel to stop him from going berserk. Between that and the stress she was under before, I'm not really that surprised."
Caterina's frown deepened. "Abel...how is he?"
What little lightness that had been in Seth's tone left it. "He's retreated again. He won't eat, and I doubt he's slept. He's stayed with Esther this entire time. I've been to see him, but he hasn't spoken to me at all. He simply stands there, watching her with that sad expression on his face. Sometimes, he's weeping. But, if I try to talk to him, the only thing he says is Esther's name, or 'I'm sorry'."
"I see. Just like he was with Noelle. Do you think there's any chance he'll come out of it?" Caterina's tone was as heavy as Seth's.
"I don't know." Seth's hands curled into fists, and there was a rough note to her voice, as if she were suppressing tears. "He said, once, when we were visiting Lilith's tomb, that if anything happened to Esther, it would destroy him. I fear...he may be right."
"I remember. He's been like this before." Caterina sighed. "I was able to call him out the one time, but last time, I couldn't reach him."
"No. And it's worse than you think. Not only is Esther injured, but...Abel is blaming himself."
"For not protecting her?" Caterina's gaze sharpened.
"Partially. But also...Abel lost control and went after von Lohengrin. Esther tried to stop him, and it hurt her more. But...when Esther was injured...I think Abel went into shock. He...probably didn't intend to, but...when he was trying to stop Esther's bleeding...I think he may have drunk Esther's blood."
"He...what?" Caterina's gaze widened with shock.
"I'm not sure. I didn't see it. But...from what he said, from what Lord Walsh and Father Wordsworth said, I think he might have." Seth leaned back against the wall, her expression concerned. "I'm certain that, if that happened, that Abel was only trying to use the Crusnik to stop Esther's bleeding. Even forming a partial bond between his blood and hers might have saved her life. But...Abel doesn't seem to remember that right now. And he..."
"He's suffering a guilty conscience." Caterina sighed. "That is a problem indeed."
"Yes. He's completely suppressed them, as far as he can without dying. Abel...he's not even letting his wounds heal right now. And that...that he believes he did something like that...it's making his situation much worse."
"Yes. I see. I'll warn Alessandro of his condition. I assume Abel will be there when my brother goes to visit Esther."
"He hasn't left her side." A small smile, more pain than amusement, crossed Seth's face. "He'll probably carry Esther to her rooms, you know. But even that..." She sighed. "He can't leave her, but he..."
"He feels he's a monster." Caterina shook her head. "It isn't true, but...this is very typical of him." One hand closed slowly. "I fear the only thing we can do now is wait and pray for both of them. And pray that Abel doesn't snap before Esther recovers."
"Yes. You're right." The two women shared a long look of sympathy, then as one, they turned and entered the Palace.