"I don't have a fever." She turned her head to avoid his touch. "And I don't have to be ill to be bewildered about how you're treating me. Why are you being so kind to me?"
"No wonder you're confused. You haven't received an overabundance of the commodity from me, have you?" He smiled mockingly. "Pure self-interest. I need you well to build my railroad."
"I ... don't think so."
He dropped down into the Louis XV chair in front of the window. "What other reason could there be?"
She wished she could see his face. He sat there, his legs indolently stretched before him, the sunlight forming an areola about his hair, his face in shadow. "I'm not sure, but I think it's because I became ill."
"Are you saying I pity you?"
"No." She was silent, trying to fit the pieces together. "I believe it's because you took care of me. Kartauk says some people are natural caretakers and the more they guard and protect, the stronger the obligation to keep on doing it."
"Oh, yes, he told me you were one of the caretakers of the world. I assure you I'm not so giving by nature."]
"You gave to Ian."
"Ian is the exception."
"Is he?"
"I believe I've proved that during the last few days." He got to his feet. "I'm growing bored with all this searching of souls. Do you play poker?"
She nodded. "But I'm not as good as Li Sung."
"I didn't think you would be. Bluffing wouldn't come easily to you." He opened the drawer of the table next to him. "While I'm truly superb in the art."
"Then why should I play with you?"
"To pass the time." He sat down at the table and started to shuffle the deck. "And to give me a victory. I'm feeling in dire need of one."
"Then what satisfaction would I receive?"
He smiled. "I'm a running patterer, remember? I might be persuaded to give you the benefit of my skill to compensate. Sit down and I'll tell you how I found my first gold mine."
"Is it an interesting story?"
"At the time it was harrowing rather than interesting. I was nineteen and still had a few lessons to learn." He began to deal the cards. "But I'll make it entertaining tor you."
She was sure he would do that. He would amuse and intrigue, cloaking the grimness of the tale in glittering eloquence, but perhaps she might catch glimpses of that younger, more vulnerable Ruel.
"Well?" Ruel picked up his cards.
She had never felt more confident or sure of her own strength of will than she had these past days. He could no longer hurt her, so why shouldn't she satisfy her curiosity about him?
"Why not?" She moved across the room toward him. "As you say, it will pass the time."
"Jane is with Ruel at the summerhouse," Margaret said as she watched Kartauk pack the sand around the mold of Ian's seal.
"Oh?" He raised a shaggy brow. "And is that troubling your stern Scottish morality?"
"No, though I suppose it should. I'm afraid he's going to hurt her."
"Leave them alone, Margaret. You can't save the world."
"Only a heathen does not try to change bad to good." She wearily shook her head. "But sometimes the fines become blurred, don't they?"
"Good God, I believe I detect a softening in that rigid backbone. Jane's not nearly so vulnerable as she used to be, and she and Ruel must play out what's between them in their own way and time. Neither of them would thank you for interfering."
"Ruel is—"
"Many things," Kartauk interrupted. "And will be many more before he is fully formed. It will be interesting to watch."
"You don't think he's wicked?"
"Ruel?" He shook his head. "I don't doubt he believes he is, but he doesn't know the meaning of wickedness."
"And you do?"
"Oh, yes, I studied under a master."
"Abdar?"
He nodded. "A true and complete monster."
It was the first time he had made more than a passing mention of Abdar. She asked curiously, "Then why did you stay so long with him?"
"My work was principally done for his father, the maharajah, and I had little to do with Abdar until the year before I left the palace. Then the maharajah became interested in his railroad and Abdar received permission to have my services put at his disposal." He shrugged. "After six months I decided I could stomach no more and departed."
"What work did you do for him?"
"I did a statue of his favorite goddess, Kali. It was quite a splendid effort."
"Kali?"
"The goddess of destruction. Abdar regards himself as her true son, sent to earth to do her work." His lips set grimly. "But he also believes that his power must be constantly fed. That's why he needed me;"
"To create statues?"
"No." He paused. "Masks."
"Masks?"
"Masks of gold." He turned to look at her. "Are you sure you wish to hear this? It's not a pretty tale."
"Yes, go on."
"Abdar believes his power is strengthened by the emotion of those around him, and the stronger the soul, the more powerful emotion to feed on. But emotions are fleeting and Abdar grew more and more irritated. He decided he needed to stabilize the emotion, freeze it so that he could draw on it at any time." He lifted a brow. "And what better method to freeze an emotion than death?"
Her eyes widened in shock.
"You wanted to hear it. Abdar believed if he could capture that last tremendous burst of emotion and energy, he could draw it into himself."
"Death masks," she whispered. "He had you create death masks?"
"I did three for him. The first was of one of his concubines, a young woman named Mirad. Her body was brought to me early one morning by Pachtal, and I was told the woman had died during the night of a seizure and Abdar wished a mask in gold to remember her by. It had to be of gold because it was the purest and most immortal of metals. I made the mask. Actually, it turned out very well. The woman was beautiful and her expression sad but serene.
A week later Pachtal brought me another dead woman with the same story. This mask was much harder to do. The muscles of her face were twisted, frozen in an expression of pain and terror."
"Another death so soon?"
"I found it odd as well, but I didn't allow myself the indulgence of questioning him. The third body that was brought to me was that of a young boy no more than eleven or twelve, and his face—" His lips thinned. "I could lie to myself no longer. No sane man could want t hat face preserved for eternity. I refused to do the mask.
"An hour later Abdar paid me a visit and told me that I would make his masks and ask no questions or he would cut off my hands. I was to be the divine tool of Kali and create him masks with which to surround himself so that he could look on them and draw their energy into himself."
"He murdered them?" she whispered.
"Oh yes, with Pachtal's help. Pachtal experimented with various poisons to get the exact effect Abdar wanted. Abdar told me he had decided that pain gave the greatest explosion of energy, so he had Pachtal accommodate him with a poison that induced the required result."
She felt sick. "You're right. They are monsters. And Ruel believes Abdar will come here?"
He nodded. "That's why he's working so hard to be prepared for him. He wants to bring a final end to Abdar."