Taltos (Lives of the Mayfair Witches #3)(45)
Author: Anne Rice

“Stuart, the die was cast when we got rid of the scientist. There was no turning back. And the doctor …”

“No,” said Stuart, shaking his head with dramatic emphasis. His eyes were narrow and fixed on the tor. “These deaths could have been blamed on the Taltos himself, don’t you see? That was the beauty of it. The Taltos canceled the deaths of the two men who could have only misused the revelation granted to them!”

“Stuart,” said Mark, very aware that Stuart had not sought to free himself from his light embrace. “You must understand that Aaron became the enemy of us when he became the official enemy of the Talamasca.”

“Enemy? Aaron was never an enemy of the Talamasca! Your bogus excommunication broke his heart.”

“Stuart,” Marklin pleaded, “I can see now in retrospect that the excommunication was a mistake, but it has been our only mistake.”

“There was no choice in the matter of the excommunication,” said Tommy flatly. “It was either that or risk discovery at every turn. I did what I had to do, and I made it damned convincing. I could not have kept up a bogus correspondence between the Elders and Aaron. That would have been too much.”

“I admit,” said Marklin, “it was a mistake. Only loyalty to the Order might have kept Aaron quiet about the various things he’d seen and come to suspect. If we made an error, Stuart, the three of us made it together. We shouldn’t have alienated him and Yuri Stefano. We should have tightened our hold, played our game better.”

“The web was too intricate as it was,” said Stuart. “I warn you, both of you. Tommy, come here. I warn you both! Do not strike against the Mayfair family. You have done enough. You have destroyed a man who was finer than any other I ever knew, and you did it for so small a gain that heaven will take its vengeance on you. But do not, for whatever remains to us now, strike against the family!”

“I think we already have,” said Tommy in his usual practical voice. “Aaron Lightner had recently married Beatrice Mayfair. Besides, he had become so close to Michael Curry—indeed, to all of the clan—that the marriage was hardly required to cement the relationship. But there was a marriage, and to the Mayfairs marriage is a sacred bond, as we know. He had become one of them.”

“Pray you’re wrong,” said Stuart. “Pray to heaven you’re wrong. Risk the ire of the Mayfair witches, and God himself couldn’t help you.”

“Stuart, let us look at what must be done now,” said Marklin. “Let’s leave the hill and go down to the hotel.”

“Never. Where others can hear our words? Never.”

“Stuart, take us to Tessa. Let us discuss it there,” pressed Marklin.

It was the key moment. Marklin knew it. He wished now that he had not said Tessa’s name, not yet. He wished he had not played to this climax.

Stuart was eyeing both of them with the same deliberate condemnation and disgust. Tommy stood solidly, gloved hands clasped in front of him. The stiff collar of his coat rose to hide his mouth, and thereby leave nothing to scrutiny but his level, untroubled gaze.

Marklin himself was close to tears, or so he imagined. Marklin had actually never wept even once in his life that he could remember.

“Perhaps this is not the time to see her,” Marklin said, hastening to repair the damage.

“Perhaps you should never see her again,” said Stuart, voice small for the first time, eyes large and speculating.

“You don’t mean what you say,” said Mark.

“If I take you to Tessa, what’s to stop you from doing away with me?”

“Oh, Stuart, you hurt us both; how can you ask this of us? We aren’t without principle. We’re simply dedicated to a common goal. Aaron had to die. So did Yuri. Yuri was never really one of the Order. Yuri left so easily and so quickly!”

“Yes, and neither of you were ever members either, were you?” Stuart asked. His manner was changing, hardening.

“We are dedicated to you and always have been,” said Marklin. “Stuart, we waste our valuable time. Keep Tessa to yourself if you will. You will not shake my faith in her, or Tommy’s. And we will move towards our goal. We cannot do otherwise.”

“And what now is the goal?” Stuart demanded. “Lasher is gone now, as if he’d never existed! Or do you doubt the word of a man who would follow Yuri doggedly over land and sea only to finally shoot him?”

“Lasher is beyond destiny now,” said Tommy. “I think we are all in agreement on that. What Lanzing saw couldn’t be interpreted any other way. But Tessa is in your hands, as real as she was the day you discovered her.”

Stuart shook his head. “Tessa is real, and Tessa is alone as she has always been alone. And the union shall not take place, and my eyes will close without ever seeing the miracle.”

“Stuart, it is still possible,” said Marklin. “The family, the Mayfair witches.”

“Yes,” cried Stuart, his voice out of control, “and strike them and they will destroy you. You have forgotten the very first warning I ever gave you. The Mayfair witches win over those who would hurt them. They always have! If not as individuals, they win as a family!”

They stood quiet for a moment.

“Destroy you, Stuart?” Tommy asked. “Why not the three of us, Stuart?”

Stuart was in despair. His white hair, blown back and forth by the wind, resembled the unkempt hair of a drunkard. He looked down at the earth beneath his feet, his hooked nose glistening as though it were nothing now but polished cartilage. An eagle of a man, yes, but not an elderly one, never that.

Marklin feared for him in the wind. Stuart’s eyes were red and tearing. Marklin could see the map of blue veins spreading up from his temples. Stuart was trembling in every limb.

“Yes, you’re right, Tommy,” said Stuart. “The Mayfairs will destroy all of us. Why would they not?” He looked up and straight at Marklin. “And what is the greatest loss to me? Is it Aaron? Is it the marriage itself, of male and female Taltos? Is it the chain of memory we hoped to discover link by link to its earliest source? Or is it that you are damned now, both of you, for what you’ve done? And I have lost you. Let the Mayfairs come to destroy the three of us, yes, it will be justice.”

“No, I don’t want this justice,” said Tommy. “Stuart, you can’t turn on us.”

“No, that you can’t do,” said Marklin. “You cannot call a defeat for us. The witches can bear the Taltos again.”