“What?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “I’m sure if she knew, she’d tell me, but it’s as much a mystery to her as to me. If she does know something then she’s not aware of the significance of it.”
“So we negotiate on bluff and hope they don’t know the difference?” I suggested.
“You don’t bluff the Seven Courts, Niall, even in jest.” She smoothed the dress, “You’d better go before you make us both late. I’ll see you when you get back. Give Katherine my regards. Will you ask Angela to join me when she’s ready, and we’ll walk down together?”
“Yes, Lady.” I bowed, accepting the instruction.
Blackbird frowned at me. “Don’t tease,” she said.
“You’ll have to get used to it,” I reminded her. “A lot more people are going to be calling you that before we’re done.”
“Don’t remind me,” she said, turning back to the mirror.
I took my leave and went to find my daughter.
Alex’s room was still at the end of the west wing. I’d offered to find her a room closer to ours, but she’d insisted on being left where she was. Still, there were more visitors these days and she was rarely there alone. I was also trying to be more accepting of her wishes and to treat her as an adult, even when she didn’t behave like one.
As I passed along the hallway, Angela emerged and then retreated to her doorway so that I could pass without brushing against her — a courtesy and a necessity with a seer like Angela, since any contact could lead to her seeing flashes of my future — or in her case, my past. Teoth said her power was corrupted by her humanity, but I wasn’t so quick to judge.
“Blackbird asked if you’d walk down with her.” I told her.
“I was just heading there,” she said. “We have two new people coming in this evening. I was hoping Blackbird would spare the time to meet them?”
“I’m sure she will if she can. You’ll have to arrange it with her, though. I’m going out with Alex and I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. It should only be a couple of hours, but you never know.”
“I’ll try and catch her now, then,” she said.
I walked on to the end of the corridor where Alex’s room was, and knocked quietly on her door. There was no answer. I knocked again more loudly, “Alex? Are you ready?” There was still no reply.
I tried the door handle and the door opened easily. “Alex, honey, we’re going to be late.” I looked around the room. There were a few clothes laid out on the end of the bed, and an Alex shaped heap underneath the duvet. “Alex, are you OK?”
I walked round to the side of the bed. All I could see was the top of her head. The curls of her dark hair spread across the white pillow were twitching with agitation. Alex’s hair had a will of its own and generally reflected her mood.
“What’s wrong? I thought you were getting ready?”
“I’m not coming,” said the muffled voice under the duvet.
“Not coming? But I thought you wanted to see your mum? I’ve arranged it especially.”
“I’m ill. Tell her I’m s-s-sick and I c-c-can’t come,” said the muffled voice.
I could hear the lie in that, “Alex, come out from under the quilt,” I said firmly, “I’m not talking to the top of your head.” The duvet edged downwards until I could see her face.
“What’s the matter?”
“I feel sick,” she said. From her voice, that at least was true.
“Is it something you’ve eaten? What did you have for lunch?” I asked her.
“I didn’t eat lunch. I felt sick.”
“That’s probably why you feel ill, then. You need to have something in your stomach or you’re going to feel bad.”
“If I eat, I’m going to throw up,” she said miserably.
“When did all this start?” I asked her. “You were OK this morning.”
“I can’t see Mum. You’ll have to tell her I am ill.” She tried to pull the duvet back over her head but I caught the edge of it, and after a moment she let go.
“Is this about seeing your mother?” I asked her. She shook her head, but she couldn’t deny it. “Alex, you were keen to see her. What on earth could be the matter?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just feel bad. Tell her I’m not well. Tell her I’ll come next time.”
I shook my head. “I’m not going to see her without you,” I said. “You’re the one she wants to see, not me.”
“I can’t,” she said.
“Why not?”
She pulled the quilt more tightly around her, hugging it to her.
I sighed. “I spoke to her yesterday. She was excited about you coming to see her and she’s made special arrangements. If you’re worried about being spotted, don’t be. Your glamour will take care of it. No one will know you were there except your mum and Barry, and they’re not going to tell anyone.”
“It’s not that,” she said quietly.
“Then what is it?” I asked her. My question was greeted with a long silence.
“Alex, your mum and me…” I sighed, and tried again. “Your mother and I both love you very much. When you disappeared, it was hard for both of us — harder than you realise. We thought… they lied to us, Alex, in the cruellest way imaginable. They told us we’d lost you, and it broke our hearts — both of our hearts. Your mum, she couldn’t cope with seeing your empty room every day. She didn’t know you were still alive.”
Alex sniffed and wiped her nose on the duvet. I pulled a tissue from the box on the chest next to the bed and gave it to her. She blew noisily.
“Maybe I did wrong. Maybe I should have told her that I’d found you, but I wasn’t even sure myself. I thought maybe I was cracking up — hearing your voice when it wasn’t there. And then, when I knew you’d been taken away, I didn’t know where you were or how to get you back.”
A hand crept out from under the duvet and I held it in mine.
“We cope with loss in different ways, and for your mum, having your things in the house with her every day was just too much. It reopened her wounds, and the only way she could cope was to clear it all out and try and move on. I know it was your stuff, but you have to understand — try and see it from her perspective. It wasn’t that she wanted to forget, it was that the memories were too fresh, and too painful to bear.”
“How can I go back?” said Alex. “How can I go back there when there’s nothing left for me?”
I squeezed her hand. “Things are not important. It’s all just stuff, Alex. You can replace it, or do without it. What’s there for you is your mum. I was wrong to keep you from her, and it’s time you re-connected with her. I’m not saying it will be easy. You’ve both been changed by what’s happened and you’ll have to work out where you are with her. You’ll both carry the scars for as long as you live, but she’s still your mum, Alex, and that’s what really matters.”
She sniffed, and then said, “OK.”
“Good,” I said. “Now, you have ten minutes to get up and dressed and be downstairs ready to go. I’ll wait for you at the Ways.”
She sat up in bed. “Ten minutes! I can’t get ready in ten minutes! What am I going to wear?”
I stood up and went to the door. “You have clothes on the bed. Your mother won’t care what you’re wearing. It’s you she wants to see, not your clothes.”
“But-”
“Ten minutes,” I repeated, and shut the door behind me.
Outside I took three deep breaths and went downstairs to wait for her.
The figure slipped into the open-sided barn, melting into the shadows within. “Are you there?”
“Are you sure you weren’t followed?” The voice was almost a whisper.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
There was a long pause.
“Tell me,” instructed the voice.
“What about my side of the bargain?”
“All in good time.”
“There’s nothing happening. Nothing significant.”
“I’ll decide what’s significant,” said the voice.
“The discussions are endless. The courts are in stalemate. Teoth and Krane are opposing them, while Kimlesh, Yonna and Mellion are in support. Barthia doesn’t know which side to choose. It’s the same as last time.”
“That in itself is informative,” said the voice. “And you?”
“I don’t have a choice.”
The voice laughed softly. “No, you don’t. How is it?”
“The same.”
“Nothing is certain. The sooner the better.”
“I need to know.”
“And risk exposure? The time will come soon enough. Have faith.”
“Easy for you to say.”
There was another long pause.
“Are you there?”
When there was no reply, the shadow slipped away.