Proven Guilty (Page 120)

"Sure," I said, and I couldn’t keep all the sneer out of my voice. "That’s why the world is such a happy, orderly place."

Michael sighed. "Harry, God does protect us from harm-it’s part of what I and my brothers in arms are tasked to do. But he’s a great deal less involved in protecting us from the consequences of our choices."

"I know the theory," I said. "That God mostly only steps in when there’s supernatural evil afoot, yeah?"

"That’s an oversimplification, really, and-"

"Spare me," I said. "Hell, Michael, I had one of those bastard Denarians here last year. Quintus Cassius. You remember him? While I was lying there watching him slice his way into my guts, I thought maybe it would be a good time for someone like you to show up. You know. One of those Denarian Knights. I thought to myself, hey, it would be a great time for one of the Knights of the Cross to show up, eh?" I shook my head. "It didn’t work out that way."

"What is your point?" he asked quietly.

"Heaven ain’t safeguarding me, Michael. But you’re different than me. I figured God was going to look out for you and yours, out of professional courtesy if nothing else. And I’ve seen how He’s arranged things for you in the past. So what I did wasn’t about faith. It was just a matter of deducing probabilities."

He shook his head, not agreeing with me, but not pressing it, either. "Charity?"

"She’s fine," I assured him. "Kids too. Should be back home by now."

"She and Molly?"

"Reconciled. Well. On polite speaking terms and hugging again, at least."

His eyebrows shot up, and then his mouth curved into a wide grin. "Glory to God, I wasn’t sure it would ever happen."

I buffed my nails on my shirt. "Sometimes I amaze even myself."

Michael smiled at me, then looked over his shoulder again and frowned. "My Molly. Magic. Isn’t that sort of thing passed through bloodlines?"

"Usually," I said. "But it doesn’t have to be. Some people are just born with it. We don’t really understand the how and why."

He shook his head. "But how could I not have realized what was happening to her?"

"I dunno. But if you find out, make sure to tell Charity. She asked me the same question."

"I suppose we’re all blind to what is closest to us," he said.

"Human nature," I agreed.

"Is Molly in danger?" he asked me, his tone frank.

I frowned and thought about it. "Some. She’s got real power. And she’s abused it a little. She’s going to be real tempted to use it again when she starts running into problems that look unsolvable. Not only that, but learning to harness the kind of strength she’s got can be pretty tricky all by itself. But she’s smart and she’s got all kinds of guts. If her teacher keeps from making any stupid mistakes, I think she’ll be all right."

"But if she isn’t," Michael said. "If she abuses her power again…"

"Then clemency is revoked. They execute her."

"And you," Michael said softly.

I shrugged. "Isn’t like I haven’t lived with that over my head before. As far as the Council is concerned, I’m responsible for her now, until she either makes full wizard or sets her talents aside."

"Greater love hath no man," he said quietly. "Nothing I can say would be enough. She’s my daughter, Harry. Thank you."

I felt my cheeks heat up. "Yeah, yeah. Look, don’t make a big deal out of this. No one will enjoy that."

He let out a rumbling chuckle. "And this apprenticeship. What will it entail?"

"Lessons. Every day, at first, until I’m sure she’s got herself under control. We’ll have to practice some of it away from anything combustible. Trees, houses, pets, that kind of thing."

"How long will you need to work with her?"

"Until we’re finished," I said, waving a vague hand. "I don’t know yet. I’ve never been on this side of an apprenticeship."

He nodded in acceptance. "Very well." We rode in silence for a moment. Then he said, "You remember the professional discussion I wanted to have?"

"Yeah," I said. "Shoot."

"Fidelacchius," Michael said. "I was wondering if you found any candidates for a new wielder."

"Zippo," I said, frowning. "You think I should be looking?"

"Hard to say. But with only two of us in the field, Sanya and I are getting a little overworked."

I scratched my chin. "Shiro told me that I would know the wielder. There hasn’t been anything like that. At least, not yet."

"I’m concerned that it may take more than simply patience," Michael sighed. "I’ve consulted our records. This is not the first time one of the White Council has been asked to be the custodian of one of the Swords."

I arched my eyebrows and looked at him. "Seriously?"

He nodded.

"Me and who?"

"Merlin."

I snorted. "You sure? Because the Merlin is kind of a jerk. Even you would think so, trust me."

"No, Harry," Michael said, his tone patient. "Not the Merlin of the Council. Merlin. The original."

I sat there with my jaw suavely flapping in the breeze for a minute.

Then said, "Wow." I shook my head. "You think maybe I should find a big rock or something? Stick the sword in and leave it on the White House lawn?"

Michael crossed himself. "Heaven forbid. No. I just have an…" He scrunched up his nose. "An instinct."

"You mean like when you get sent out on a mission from God?"

"No. I mean a regular old human hunch. I think that perhaps you should investigate the history around how Amoracchius was passed on, back then."

Said sword now rested at a slant across Michael’s chest, safely in its scabbard, point between the knight’s boots.

"Wow. You mean… that sword right there. Your sword is…" I left it unsaid.

"Probably," he said, nodding. "Though the Church’s records are fragmented, we’ve managed to establish that the other two Swords have been reworked from time to time, through the years. This one hasn’t."

"That’s interesting," I mused quietly. "That’s interesting as he-uh, as heck."

Michael gave me a faint smile and nodded. "It’s an intriguing mystery, isn’t it?"

"You know what?" I said. "I can do mystery." I chewed my lip for a minute and said, "But I hope you’re not in a hurry. You may have noticed that the Council is having a busy year. I’ll have time sooner or later, but for now…" I shrugged.