I felt cold. And confused. “Ruxandra?” How old had the princess been?
The queen did not notice my shudder. “Ruxandra is the name she lived under for the last sixty-odd years, after one of our ancestresses. Her true name was Princess Johanna Marija Cantacuzene. It is sad that there are still prejudices against blood drinkers in this day and age. Konstantin was turned by Johanna and they attempted to reclaim the throne from his brother Nicholas.”
I could not believe what I was hearing. It seemed to me that no member of the House of Bessaraba had our tsar’s best interests at heart. “But Konstantin Pavlovich, he is most certainly dead. Isn’t he?” I asked.
The queen smiled and shrugged. “He was staked by the bogatyr in 1831. But I believe my dear sister has been raising the undead army for him.”
I had to get back to St. Petersburg and I had to warn the tsar. But I had no money, and no way of traveling. There wasn’t even a railroad line out of Cetinje. If I managed to escape from the Montenegrins, how would I be able to leave the capital city?
“Come, my dear.” Princess Militza grabbed me by the arm. “It will be midnight soon, and it will be time for the prince’s ascension. You have a very valuable part to play.” Her pretty white teeth gleamed. She steered me back toward the others, where Prince Danilo took my arm.
“But what about the Dekebristi?” I asked. “If you are truly the tsar’s ally, you must send him a warning!”
Queen Milena smiled. “Do not worry about your tsar. Johanna is dead and can do nothing more for her precious Konstantin.”
I wasn’t so sure. What if she had already revived him? What if that was why she had been so ill the past spring? Such a ritual would have required an enormous amount of energy, even if the necromancer had been an ancient and powerful vampire.
The crown prince’s smile was as wicked as his mother’s. “Tonight will be magical, my love. Soon it will be time to go to the monastery, where a very beautiful ritual is to take place.”
“We cannot be married before my birthday, Danilo. You know my parents will not allow it.”
“That does not matter,” he said with a low laugh. “I shall wait patiently for our wedding night, but tonight is another matter completely.” He caressed my cheek in a threatening manner. “Do not forget what will happen to your loved ones if you do not cooperate.”
His renewed threat filled me with dread. Militza took me by the arm again. “We’re going to be a good girl, aren’t we?” she asked.
“Please let me go,” I said. “If your family is truly aligned with the tsar, why must you do this?”
“Even the Light Court has need of friends that follow the paths of darkness. With your blood, Danilo will become a more powerful ally for the tsar. Now, if you’re not going to behave properly, we shall have to do something about that.” She placed a cloth with a sickeningly sweet smell over my face. I tried not to breathe in, but the fumes overpowered me anyway.
The last thing I was aware of was sliding to the floor, with Militza not bothering to catch me.
CHAPTER FIFTY
I awoke, with both my hands and feet bound, in a stuffy, damp chamber. There were two candles lit, and someone circled the room, lighting more candles. I heard a low murmuring, like a buzz or a hum coming from outside. The person lighting the candles was dressed in a black hooded robe. “Hello?” I asked. “Can you help me?”
The robed figure said nothing, but put a finger to his lips. The hairy arm and masculine jaw I saw were the only clues that told me it was a man.
“But I must get out of here,” I said, squirming and trying to work on the ropes. My wrists were being rubbed raw.
The buzzing grew louder, and as the large wooden door swung open, I realized it was not buzzing but chanting. A small group of more black-robed men, swinging an incense censer, chanted as they approached the table where I was lying curled up on my side.
I suddenly realized I was lying on a cold stone altar. My heart began to pound. My nightmare was becoming all too real. “No!” I screamed. I was going to be some sort of sacrifice. “Let me go!”
The chanting drowned out my cries.
The wooden door swung open again, and this time, the king and queen entered, followed by the crown prince. He was now dressed in the black robes of the Vladiki. It was time for his rite of ascension.
The prince’s sisters followed him, wearing veils, so I could not tell which sister was which. The first one carried a small brass pitcher, and the second a brass chalice. The third sister carried a jewel-encrusted chest. The three women approached the dais as the black-robed men continued to chant. I wanted to scream again, but as I caught a whiff of the incense, all thoughts of escape left me. They were drugging me again, I thought hazily.
Suddenly, the chanting stopped, and the chamber was silent. I looked around at the walls, where iconic images flickered in the candlelight. The temple reminded me of another chapel, thousands of miles away.
The queen turned around to her three veiled daughters. “Bring forth the talisman,” she said.
The veiled sister carrying the jeweled box came forward, opening it in front of her mother.
Milena’s eyes lit up as she carefully lifted something out of the box. Triumphantly, she cradled an ancient metal disc in her hand. “The Talisman of Isis. Created for our ancestors thousands of years ago, to bring the gift of eternal life to us, her favored children,” she said. “But part of the talisman was stolen by my sister, and taken to a distant, frozen land, where it stayed for many years.
“Tonight, we reconsecrate it and put its two pieces back together.”
I gasped. It was the talisman from A Necromancer’s Companion. From what I could see, the talisman was not broken in half but had a large empty spot in the center of the disc, where it looked as if a stone was missing.
The sister who held the brass pitcher stood in front of me and anointed my head with a sweetly scented oil. I was too weak to protest. She moved to Prince Danilo and anointed his head as well.
The second sister bent down in front of the altar, holding up the chalice in front of me. I bent over and peeked down, but the chalice was empty.
The third sister held out the jeweled box to Danilo, who withdrew a golden jewel-encrusted dagger. My eyes grew large, and my mind slowly put together what was about to happen.
King Nikola took my hands and untied them, yet held me down so I could not run.
Danilo took his dagger and sliced my palm open, and I gasped in pain. The sister with the chalice held it up to catch my blood.
“No, please,” I whimpered. My hand stung from the cut. I could smell the metallic scent of my blood mixing with the fumes of the incense, and I was growing dizzy. “No …”
The veiled sister handed the chalice to her brother.
But his mother held out her hand. “Not yet. We must restore the two pieces and rededicate the talisman to the Goddess.” King Nikola grabbed my hand and held it while the queen ripped the obsidian ring from my finger. I winced as she scraped the skin. “My sister stole the talisman, hoping to place her lover on the throne of Russia. When she failed, she broke the talisman into two parts.”
I gasped again. Princess Cantacuzene had given me the stone of the talisman to protect. And the Montenegrins had known I carried the missing piece all along! Danilo had recognized the ring and had relayed the information to his sister and mother. I felt sick and helpless, held down on top of the altar.
Queen Milena set the ring back into its proper place in the center of the golden disc. “It wants a gift from you, Katerina,” she said softly, holding the talisman under my hand so that drops of my blood fell on the obsidian. The blood hissed a little as it seeped into the stone.