In the Ruins

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“Captain!”

She would not do it herself. Last time, Mathilda had bitten her.

He turned his head, caught by a new sound. Out in the courtyard, torchlight gleamed. She heard a cacophony of voices and the clatter of many feet advancing on them. Falco drew his sword and stepped into the doorway, calling for his men. Mathilda was still screaming. The hapless nursemaid scuttled to the safety of Antonia’s chamber.

There came a slap, like an arrow thumping into wood. Falco fell to his knees and cried out. The second door slammed open, and an apparition appeared—gaunt, filthy, and ragged but entirely alive.

“Mama!”

Mathilda flung herself forward and hit her mother so hard that the queen would have tumbled over if so many attendants were not already pressing up behind her. All of the princess’ hysteria collapsed into noisy, grieving, frightened sobs. She clung to her mother for what seemed an hour while no one spoke and Adelheid grasped her, dry-eyed, until at last the girl cried herself to sleep.

By this time the nursemaid had crept back into the room with her mouth gaping open like a simpleton’s and Berengaria silent and slack in her arms.

“Captain,” said Adelheid in a low voice.

He had by now recovered from his shock and joy. At her direction, he took Princess Mathilda out of her arms and carried her to her bed. The child was so heavily asleep that she did not even stir. Adelheid beckoned to the nursemaid, who brought Berengaria to her. The toddler was still awake but now too weak after her fit of coughing to do more than gaze blankly at her mother.

“What is wrong with her?” The hoarse quality of Adelheid’s voice did not change. She did not weep, or storm, or show any sign of anger or joy.

“It’s the cough, Your Majesty,” said the nursemaid, stumbling over the words. “She’s had that cough since the storm that overset us all.”

“Demons were set loose in the world,” said Antonia briskly. “They have found a way in to where weakness and innocence offer ripe pickings.”

Adelheid glanced at her, but Antonia could not interpret what feelings, if any, stormed beneath her pinched features. It was not that the young queen was no longer pretty, although certainly she had lost her bloom. It was as if the light that animated her had been snuffed out. She was cold and hard, like a woman who would never laugh again.

“Have you no honey for her throat?” asked the queen, speaking sternly to the nursemaid. “Ground up with chestnut meat, it might soothe her. She has always suffered these fits, as I’m sure you have not forgotten.” She noted each of the other attendants with her gaze. “I would have a bath, although I am sorry to disturb you all from your rest.”

Lady Lavinia pushed forward out of the throng. “Let us only be thankful you have survived, Your Majesty. Anything in my power to give you is yours.”

“You have endured the storm better than many,” observed Adelheid. As servants scurried off to haul and heat water and lay out clothing, she walked forward into the chamber to stand beside the bed shared by her daughters.

“The wind caused much damage, Your Majesty,” said Lavinia, “but my people have set to work with a will to repair roofs and fences and walls with winter coming on. For a few days afterward there was some ash fall, but not so much that we could not sweep it off the streets and dig out the few ditches and pits that it disturbed. Still, there has been no sun for many months. It has been a hard winter.”

For a long while Adelheid watched her daughters. Berengaria, too, had fallen asleep, but her thin face was pale and she whistled with each exhalation. A steward brought in cracked chestnuts, and the nursemaid sat down at the table to grind them into a paste she could mix into honey.

Beyond, in the courtyard, torches and lamps were lit and servants scurried to and fro. Captain Falco had vanished, replaced by two solemn guardsmen. Lavinia yawned silently and rubbed her eyes, but did not stray by one step from Adelheid’s elbow. The lady of Novomo was worn and worried but steadfast. She had lost less than most: her daughter had been sent north soon after Adelheid’s departure for Dalmiaka, and so had weathered the storm in her mother’s hall. Of her close kin, all were accounted for; all were alive.

Soon it would be dawn, such as dawn was these days without any sight of the sun’s disk ever appearing to promise that the light of God’s truth would soon illuminate all of humankind. God had clouded the heavens as a sign of Their disapproval.

“I have seen such things….” murmured Adelheid, more breath than speech. She did not weep, although her tone harrowed her listeners.

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