Releasing a dark chuckle, for the first time Cangrande seemed unwilling to speak. "You have talent." He took a breath. "I distracted him, then struck him. He thinks I was saving his life."
"So there were no rogue Paduans?"
"Don't be absurd. I had to protect Giovanna. At that time I thought he was the only one who knew her trespasses."
Pietro felt a shiver pass over him. He tried to kill both Tharwat and Morsicato? I don't believe it!
"And when you discovered that the rest of us suspected her as well, you decided to spare him. I suppose there was little point in his death if we all knew. Though I'm surprised you left him alive in the first place."
A shrug. "It pays to look ahead."
"True, foresight has reward. Like tucking loyal young Pietro in Ravenna and keeping him for when you needed him. I wonder how many other little surprises you have in store."
The Scaliger's eyes were bright, almost glowing. "She is my wife."
"And I am your sister," said Katerina. "Which is why the doctor lives. You cannot allow Giovanna to be maligned, but neither may you remove me. There was no point in killing Morsicato when all of us knew. But tell me — would you have killed Pietro, if he had been the one to discover it?"
Pietro leaned forward, exhaustion banished. Cangrande shook his head as if dismissing a fly. But he did not answer.
"Come, brother! Cane Grande, O Great Hound," mocked Katerina. "It is time to reveal yourself. You play regret and humanity well, but on this night of truth please admit you have neither."
Cangrande turned away, shoulders hunched. Pietro heard a voice quite unlike the Scaliger's usual measured tones. "Have I none? I suppose you should know. Yes, let the demons out. It is close enough to midsummer." He stared over the rooftops, head cocked to one side. "Of course I would have killed him. His father, too, even if it meant his great epic was never completed. She is my wife. I would kill a hundred of my dearest friends to protect her reputation."
"Her reputation?" asked Katerina. "Not for love."
"Caesar's wife must be above suspicion."
"But you suspected her."
Cangrande laughed. "More than suspected, I knew! I've known for two long years. It was clear that someone had opened doors of my loggia to allow Pathino to escape. Pietro wondered at the time how Pathino got into the square so quickly."
He knew even then? He made me think it was the Grand Butler, the man with the keys and access to Cangrande's seal. There was also a woman from whose belt dangled all the keys of the household. Cangrande's wife.
Katerina gazed at her brother. "And you say that you sent Pietro away to hunt down the kidnapper."
"Yes."
"There wasn't another reason?"
Cangrande's smile grew. "We really must play more often. This is more fun than I could have dreamed."
"Answer the question."
"It's true. He posed the one question I could not have asked. Having a decent grasp of the obvious, he would have eventually reached the inevitable conclusion. To throw Giovanna off, I laid the blame on the butler." Cangrande clucked his tongue. "Poor Tullio may never forgive me for his ongoing exile. But I have suffered for my folly. One can never truly replace a really competent steward. At least I salted him away where I can recall him, instead of having him killed — which was my original intention."
Pietro was shaking. Dear God, what is he saying?
"Frederick's descendant is well matched in you," agreed Katerina. "So, some time before the Palio, your wife and the Count reached an understanding. But she had to let you know who it was you were really playing against. Is that why she suborned the oracle?"
"I imagine so. Those were certainly my wife's words the weird woman uttered — or some of them. I remember Giovanna's face during the oration. She seemed genuinely surprised by a few statements. Perhaps the old girl was really divining." Cangrande shrugged as if it was of little consequence to him. "We'll never know. Giovanna's grooms — the same two grooms, by the way, who were so inconsiderate as to die tonight — they took care of her."
"Turning her head back to front, the price she paid for divining. Poetic irony."
"Dante would say contrapasso. I recall he'd read that part to the court just the day before."
"As you said, it's a shame the grooms are no longer with us. But then, Caesar's wife…"
"Exactly. No witnesses — another good motto. I was slightly worried the one might wake up before the fire killed him. You see, I didn't realize our war was reaching its zenith tonight."
"And where is your charming wife now? Can Cesco sleep soundly in Detto's room, or will he receive a dagger in the night?"
"At my request she's at Castello Montecchio, counseling the aggrieved Gianozza. She has no idea we suspect anything. No doubt there is a banker's draft somewhere for her grooms, signed by the Count. She is very thorough, and must have covered herself in case of exposure."
"She can't be let live. Not after tonight."
"She is family."
"But not blood."
"Perhaps not. Whatever I decide, it will take some time to arrange." Katerina made a very slight curtsy and Cangrande said, "In the spirit of full disclosure, there is something else you should know. There was a reason Pietro never found out too much about Pathino. There was a spy in Pietro's camp."
Pietro had a terrible sickness in the pit of his stomach. No, not -
Katerina said, "His groom?"
"None other. The late Fazio. Recommended by my charming, considerate wife. Alaghieri really can be a fool. But then, that's why I like him. He's so trusting."
"So Pathino killed him to-"
"To protect my wife, yes. It was certainly on Bonifacio's orders. Pathino didn't know who the Count's partner was, but the groom did, so he had to go. Then, if Pathino killed the boy and was caught, only the Count would be implicated. If Pathino got away, the child would be gone with him. Either way, Giovanna wins."
"Her motive, of course, was to clear the path for any heir she might have with you. It is a foolish hope. She's too old."
"How old are you, dear?"
Katerina gestured with her good hand at her pregnant belly. "Did I expect this? Or Detto? No. I am blessed by God, but I had given up hope."
"They say some women grow fertile in the presence of children. Perhaps…"
"Don't even say it when you know you don't mean it. Cesco wouldn't survive a week."
"Well, one of them wouldn't. But you're quite right, my wife is too old. At least I am no longer half her age, but a mere score younger, give or take. I was so young when we married, but I think she was lying about her age even then. Still, it is as you say. My aged wife still holds out hope for an heir."
Katerina took in a satisfied breath. "Well, with that out of the way, we may move on. I notice that so far you have refrained from taking the initiative."
"I await my moment to break out of my citadel and drive you back."
"I just didn't want you to think it had gone unremarked." Katerina walked to one side, putting the moon over her shoulder. Thus she could see his face. "We come now to the centerpiece of your board, dear brother. Cesco."
"Ah, Il Veltro. The star-crossed child. Again Pietro is able to see the painfully obvious. Two fallen stars, not one. So many possibilities. Is he the Greyhound, is he not? Cesco's future is written, but in a language no one knows. Are we clever enough to read it?"
"Why even try, when you want him dead?"
"I would never raise a hand to hurt him."
"No, of course not," mocked Katerina. "Your family is your weakness. You said it yourself. Our father's so-called curse."