“Nonsense!” The Archbishop shook his head, still smiling at the memory. “I distinctly remember your natural talent. Indeed, you were quite a deal more skilled than the other initiates.”
The clanging from the bell tower spared me from leaping into the fireplace.
“Ah.” Seeming to remember himself, the Archbishop dropped his hand, straightening and rearranging the cloth at his neck. “The service is about to begin. If you’ll excuse me, I must join the other attendants.” He paused at the threshold, expression hardening as he turned. “And do remember what we discussed this afternoon, Captain Diggory. A closer eye is necessary.”
My husband nodded, cheeks flushing. “Yes, sir.”
I rounded on him as soon as the Archbishop left.
“A closer eye? What the hell does that mean?”
“Nothing.” Clearing his throat hastily, he extended his arm. “Shall we?”
I strode past him into the sanctuary. “A closer eye, my ass.”
Lit by hundreds of candles, the sanctuary of Saint-Cécile looked like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. Over half the city had gathered in the vast room to hear the Archbishop’s sermon. Those wealthy enough to procure seats had dressed in jewel-toned finery: gowns and suits of rich burgundy, amethyst, and emerald with golden trim and lace sleeves, fur muffs and silk cravats. Pearls shone luminescent from their ears, and diamonds sparkled ostentatiously from their throats and wrists.
At the back of the sanctuary, the poorer sect of the congregation stood, faces solemn and dirty. Hands clasped. A number of blue-coated Chasseurs stood as well, including Jean Luc. He waved us over.
I cursed silently when my husband complied. “We stand for the entire service?”
He eyed me suspiciously. “Have you never attended Mass?”
“Of course I have,” I lied, digging in my heels as he continued to steer me forward. I wished I’d worn a hood. There were more people here than I’d ever imagined. Presumably, none of them were witches, but one never knew . . . I was here, after all. “Once or twice.”
At his incredulous expression, I gestured down the length of my body. “Criminal, remember? Forgive me for not memorizing every proverb and learning every rule.”
Rolling his eyes, he pushed me the final few steps. “Chasseurs stand as an act of humility.”
“But I’m not a Chasseur—”
“And praise God for that.” Jean Luc stepped aside to make room for us, and my domineering husband forced me between them. They clasped forearms with tense smiles. “I didn’t know if you’d be joining us, given the fiasco this afternoon. How did His Eminence handle the news?”
“He didn’t blame us.”
“Who did he blame, then?”
My husband’s eyes flicked to me for the briefest of seconds before returning to Jean Luc’s. “The initiates on duty. They’ve been relieved of their positions.”
“Rightfully so.”
I knew better than to correct him. Fortunately, their conversation ended when the congregation stood and began to chant. My husband and Jean Luc joined in seamlessly as the Archbishop and his attendants entered the sanctuary, proceeded up the aisle, and bowed to the altar. Bewildered—and unable to comprehend a word of their dreary ballad—I made up my own lyrics.
They may or may not have involved a barmaid named Liddy.
My husband scowled and elbowed me as silence descended once more. Though I couldn’t be sure, Jean Luc’s lips twitched as if he were trying not to laugh.
The Archbishop turned to greet the congregation. “May the Lord be with you.”
“And also with you,” they murmured in unison.
I watched in morbid fascination as the Archbishop lifted his arms wide. “Brethren, let us acknowledge our sins, and so prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries.”
A priest beside him lifted his voice. “Lord, have mercy!”
“You were sent to heal the contrite of heart,” the Archbishop continued. “Lord, have mercy!”
The congregation joined in. “Lord, have mercy!”
“You came to gather the nations into the peace of God’s kingdom. Lord, have mercy!”
The peace of God’s kingdom? I scoffed, crossing my arms. My husband elbowed me again, mouthing, Stop it. His blue eyes bored into mine. I’m serious. Jean Luc definitely grinned now.
“Lord, have mercy!”
“You come in word and sacrament to strengthen us in holiness. Lord, have mercy!”