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"What I think, little darkling," Magnus said, stepping closer, "is that you forget who youre dealing with. "
Magnus allowed some blue sparks to flick between his fingers. Henri backed up a step.
"Go home and tell your master that Ive gotten his message. I have given offense that I did not mean to give. I will leave Paris at once. The matter can be considered closed. I accept my punishment. "
He stepped away from the door and extended his arm, indicating that Henri should exit.
As hed expected, everything was a shambles-furniture overturned, burn marks up the walls, art missing, books shredded. In his bedchamber wine had been poured onto his bed and his clothes. . . . At least he thought it was wine.
Magnus didnt take long to pick through the wreckage. With the flick of his hand, the marble fireplace moved away from the wall. He retrieved a sack heavy with louis dor, a thick roll of assignats, and a collection of wonderful rings in citrine, jade, ruby, and one magnificent blue topaz.
This was his insurance policy, should the revolutionaries have raided his house. Vampires, revolutionaries . . . it was all the same now. The rings went on his fingers, the assignats into his coat, and the louis dor into a handsome leather satchel, which had also been stored inside the wall for this very purpose. He reached back farther into the opening and produced one last item-the Gray Book, bound in green velvet. This he carefully placed in the satchel.
He heard a tiny noise behind him, and Ragnor crawled out from under the bed.
"My little friend," Magnus said, picking up the frightened monkey. "At least you survived. Come. Well go together. "
When Magnus heard the news, he was high in the Alps, resting by a stream, crushing some edelweiss under his thumb. Magnus had tried to avoid all things French for weeks-French people, French food, French news. He had given himself over to pork and pounded veal, thermal bathing, and reading. For most of this time he had passed his days alone-with little Ragnor-and in the quiet. But just that morning an escaped nobleman from Dijon had come to stay at the inn where Magnus was living. He looked like a man who liked to talk at length, and Magnus was in no mood for such company, so hed gone to sit by the stream. He was not surprised when the man followed him there.
"You! Monsieur!" he called to Magnus as he puffed and huffed up the hillside.
Magnus flicked some edelweiss from his fingernail.
"Yes?"
"The innkeeper says you recently came from Paris, monsieur! Are you my countryman?"
Magnus wore a light glamour at the inn, so he could pass as a random noble French refugee, one of hundreds that were flowing over the border.
"I came from Paris," Magnus said noncommittally.
"And you have a monkey?"
Ragnor was scampering around. He had taken to the Alps extremely well.
"Ah, monsieur, I am so glad to find you! For weeks I have not spoken to anyone from my land. " He wrung his hands together. "I hardly know what to think or do these days. Such terrible times! Such horrors! You have heard about the king and queen, no doubt?"
"What about them?" Magnus said, keeping his face impassive.
"Their Majesties, God protect them! They tried to escape Paris! They made it as far as the town of Varennes, where it is said a postal worker recognized the king. They were captured and sent back to Paris. Oh, terrible times!"
Without a word Magnus got up, scooped up Ragnor, and returned to the inn.
He had not wanted to think of this matter. In his mind Axel and the family had been safe. That was how hed needed it to be. But now.
He paced his room, and finally wrote a letter to Axels address in Paris. Then he waited for the reply.
It took three weeks, and came in an unfamiliar hand, from Sweden.
Monsieur,
Axel wishes you to know he is well, and returns the depth of feeling. The King and Queen, as you know, are now imprisoned in Paris. Axel has been moved to Vienna to plead their case to the Emperor, but I fear he is determined to return to Paris, at the risk of his life. Monsieur, as Axel seems to hold you in high esteem, wont you please wri
te to him and discourage this enterprise? He is my beloved brother, and I worry for him constantly.
There was an address in Vienna given, and the note was signed simply "Sophie. "
Axel would return to Paris. Of that, Magnus was sure.
Vampires, fey folk, werewolves, Shadowhunters, and demons-these things made sense to Magnus. But the mundane world-it seemed to have no pattern, no form. Their quicksilver politics. Their short lives . . .
Magnus thought once again of the blue-eyed man standing in his parlor. Then he lit a match and burned the note.
