Michael sat beside her, looking as somber as Gaul had ever seen him. He was close to the students, and their loss had wounded him more than Gaul would have expected. Part of him took a vindictive and petty satisfaction in it, as Michael’s moral objections to Gaul’s plans from years ago still stung him. However, it was unnerving to see the big, powerful man gritting his teeth as he watched the coffin lower into the uneven ground of the cemetery, out in the rolling hills of the Fringe, underneath the eternal fog at the outskirts of Central. Vladimir watched from a distance, a nurse standing behind his wheelchair. The bandages on his head shone white against the grey sky.
Gaul wondered if the second time Margot had died was any better than the first. He wondered if she would have blamed him; he wondered how much of the blame genuinely belonged to him. He knew he was hardly innocent.
He was surprised to see Alex there. He had been asleep for most of the week, since the attack, attached to an IV in the hospital. It was funny, how mercurial young people could be — the last time Warner had been in a coma, he’d had a rotating cast of visitors at every hour that infirmary staff would permit. This time, he had been left alone, except for the nurses who tended to him. Even Katya had contented herself with mounting a camera in his room so she could monitor him remotely. Now, he noticed, Eerie was being led with great care around Alex by Gerald Windsor, while the boy watched helplessly, obviously desperate to talk to her. Vivik put his hand on Alex’s shoulder, whispering to him, restraining him. Gaul remembered Therese Muir’s funeral, remembered the orders he had signed for the dissolution of the Raleigh cartel, and decided he didn’t feel bad for him at all.
Rebecca, clearly uncomfortable and having trouble walking in heels and a dress, seized Gaul’s arm for support and pulled him along as the funeral broke up.
“You need to try and be subtle,” she warned, pausing for a moment to light a cigarette, and then grabbing his arm again. “Everyone sees you evaluating them, and it makes people nervous.”
“You are right,” Gaul said, surprised at how moody he sounded. “When you were in the hospital, I actually thought that this place might fall apart.”
“That’s almost a compliment. The funny thing is, while I was in the hospital, when I wasn’t fantasizing about murdering Alistair, I was worrying about you falling apart,” Rebecca said, smiling while she led him on a rambling walk through the headstones, away from the new additions and back toward the older, less emotionally loaded graves. “How are you holding up, by the way?”
“I should be asking you that,” Gaul said, the dew from the grass soaking unpleasantly through the legs of his slacks. “But I’m worried, since you asked. The cartels are depleted and in disarray. The Hegemony is trying to decide whether to lick its wounds or to attack the Black Sun now, while they are at their weakest. John Parson is alive, somewhere out in the Ether, he has a supply of nanites that he can use to make living weapons, and one day soon, he will come back here. No one feels safe in Central anymore. And the Auditors have never been weaker…”
Rebecca nodded sympathetically. Gaul could tell from the way she hugged his arm that she had bad news for him, bad news that he had already anticipated, so he braced himself and waited while she stared off at the sun peaking over the sea of fog that surrounded the Academy, working up her courage.
“About that. I know that Margot was your most promising candidate. I heard that Grigori turned down the invitation to join the department as well. Mitsuru isn’t at her most stable; frankly, neither is Alice. But I’m afraid you are going to lose one more Auditor, Gaul.”
Gaul had seen it coming, but it still shook him to hear her say it. He was grateful that she hadn’t mentioned Alistair, because he didn’t want to think about his Chief Auditor, or the way he’d looked, before Parson and the rest of them ported from the underground chamber that held the Source Well. Still, he didn’t like thinking about the Auditors without Rebecca Levy.
It hadn’t been her alone who had turned the tide, of course. Alex had provided the power for the whole operation. Actually, it had been frightening how much power Alex had expended, acting as a catalyst for Rebecca’s abilities, but at the end of it he didn’t seem tired, or even aware of how remarkable what he had done was. Rebecca knew exactly, of course, but she was too modest to say. Privately, though, Gaul knew that she was just as aware as he was that what she had done, with Alex’s help, was perhaps the greatest feat of empathy in recorded history.
Rebecca had broken the lines of communication and control between John Parson and the Anathema in Central, inserting herself into the heart of their network, following the same well-worn paths of manipulation that Parson had provided. She couldn’t take control of his soldiers directly, but she had been able to play on existing fears and frustrations, phobias and weaknesses. In addition, she had freed the Weir and Witches the Anathema held in thrall, who immediately fled or turn on their former masters. By the time Black Sun forces, led by Anastasia Martynova, and Hegemony troops, led by Lord North, had swept into Central, their opposition was largely in the midst of an emotional meltdown. Those that had not been able to flee were cut down ruthlessly. A few prisoners were taken, mostly out of curiosity. The rest had been burned at the barren eastern edge of Central unceremoniously, in the great charnel pit, black with the ash of centuries of bones.
“I assumed as much,” Gaul admitted. “Can I ask why?”
“It was nothing you did,” Rebecca said comfortingly. “But I messed up, Gaul. I missed it all. I missed that they turned Alistair. I didn’t notice the command implants in Alice and Mitsuru. I didn’t even notice that Emily and Therese Muir had become desperate enough to turn to the Anathema. I failed completely, at the part of my job that matters the most to me. And,” she added hesitantly, “I think it was a mistake to try and do both things at once. I should have retired when I took the job at the Academy.”
“I’m not so sure,” Gaul said doubtfully, glancing down at a worn headstone as they passed it, wondering who was under it, and how much rain had to fall on a piece of carved limestone before the words washed away. “But I respect your wishes. I’ve always wondered, though — why did you turn it down, when I offered you the chance to become Chief Auditor? Why did you insist on becoming the school councilor instead?”
Rebecca bit her lip and didn’t answer for a little while. Gaul let it be.
“Mitsuru Aoki,” she said finally, tossing the stub of her cigarette off to the side, oblivious as always to Gaul’s glare. “After she went wrong, I blamed myself. I figured that if I had been there from the very start, paying attention, that I could have made a difference. I guess that’s why Alex Warner is such a big deal to me — he’s so much like her. I want it to turn out differently for him. If I can get him to trust me again — if I can get all of these kids to trust me — then maybe I can do it. I have to try, Gaul, and I can’t be your Auditor and their friend at the same time. For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry to put you in this position.”
“its fine,” he lied, knowing that she wouldn’t believe him for a second. “You may even be right. Everything may end up depending on this class. We may not have the opportunity to train another, if we can’t succeed with this batch. Speaking of which — any thoughts on the untimely passing’s of Steve Taylor and Charles Brant?”
“None in particular,” Rebecca said unconvincingly. “I suppose they must have been killed in the attack.”