The Armies of Heaven (37 page)

The rest of me spent them in the smoke-shrouded dens of Raqia. Remembering it all when my shade returned to me was tedium enough.

On the night of the Gala, however, I attended in both body and spirit. Every chandelier in the Winter Palace was ablaze, casting so many reflected glints on the River Neba it looked like a sky full of stars. Carriages arrived by the dozens, depositing celestial dignitaries and wealthy merchants in the grand foyer of our palace.

Ola arrived on Kae’s arm wearing a gown of citrine satin and lace, happier than I had ever seen her. Whatever had preoccupied Kae had obviously been resolved. He hovered beside her with the earnestness of a courting suitor, bringing a pretty pink to her cheeks when he leaned in with a whisper to present her with cordials and candies from the reception hall’s brimming tables.

The appearance of a dazzling pair of Seraphim between the arches of the enfilade announced the entrance of the principality and his queen. With the hush and rustle of silk, hundreds of skirts dipped as one.

The orders of the Second Choir were beings of pure elemental fire, and while their element could be seen in the glowing countenances of the Cherubim and Ophanim, the Seraphim alone seemed to truly burn with it.

Emerging from between their brilliance beneath a baptism of petals and gold leaf that tumbled like glittering butterflies from the gilded papier-mâché eggs overhead, Papa led Mama into the sea of silk.

In the flash of jewels and sequins and the gleam of polished medals reflected from the mirrored walls in the seraphic light, the whole affair seemed but a fairy dream.

Yet in all its splendor, the event of the season did not dazzle me half so much as the first time I saw the Demon Market.

Just across the River Asheron that divided the noble houses of the city of Elysium from the low houses of Raqia, the lights of the market glittered on the water like a wicked invitation. It was a world away from the dull and ordered life of a supernal grand duchess—a world sparkling with bright paper lanterns and trinkets of blown glass, full of buskers and hustlers, and men who ate fire. In its cobbled alleys, I feasted on prickly fruits that stained my lips and fingers purple and watched rough-looking demon boys play games of dice on the crumbling stone.

The market’s inexorable magic had enticed me at the age of thirteen, and its iniquity had kept me coming back.

When I escaped into the garden later, I found Ola and Tatia whispering in excitement among the fragrant roses. Ola drew me in between them huddled on the marble bench, saying she had reason to believe Kae was not, after all, engaged in an affair.

“I am carrying an heir,” she confided. “If I had any cause for worry it is gone now. He is so pleased.”

I embraced her. “Oh, Ola. That’s wonderful!”

“What’s wonderful?” Azel stood in the doorway in his formal costume, a miniature of my father’s military regalia, with a book tucked under one arm.

Ola blushed from shame, it seemed, and not happiness or embarrassment. I was puzzled for a moment, until Azel approached and I saw the look on his face.

“Will it be a boy?” he asked. “I hope he will be healthy.” He did not add
not like me
, but it was there in his expression.

Ola held out her hand and drew him between us. “I hope it’s healthy, too, Azelly, but I don’t care what sex it is. The House of Arkhangel’sk has its heir. I just want a family.”

Maia found us then, and Ola repeated her news. The orchestra began the waltz, and the four of us danced around Ola—Tatia with Maia, and I with Azel—until we fell about the garden, laughing.

A sumptuous meal was served at midnight, and Maia took up her favorite game, saying the first gentleman we saw whose name began with “S” would be my latest match. I nearly choked on my trifle when she pointed out Sar Sarael, a prince of Aravoth from the angelic Order of Virtues. Sarael was certainly divine in his aethereal beauty. His silvery hair hung down his back like a fall of crystalline water and his eyes glittered with the sheen of snow beneath a bright winter sun. But Virtues were not known for their amorousness and rarely mingled with the lower orders.

Beside Sarael was another Virtue whose name I had not learned. If possible, she outshone him in her rime-like purity. Watching Maia and I giggle over my would-be husband, she smiled at us from across the room. Then her attention fell on someone behind us, and her expression made me turn. By the entrance to the gallery, Kae stood watching her, frozen by her gaze.

Attentive as a new lover on the night of the Gala, my cousin returned to his peculiar distraction in the days that followed. Ola said nothing, but as she grew full and lovely with her pregnancy, it was clear he was once more spending his days away from home.

Kae had been my dearest friend since I was small and had spent more time at our home than his own after the death of my aunt in childbirth when he was just a boy, but now he had shut me out as well.

Ola busied herself with her layette, with Tatia and Maia bustling around her to see that her baby entered the world well-accoutered. Less inclined toward things maternal, I spent time helping Azel with his studies, but it seemed intolerable that he should be kept inside during such lovely days.

While the family took our spring holiday on the southern shore of the Gulf of the Firmament, I spirited him from the white granite Celestial Palace one afternoon to take his mind from his infirmity.

We gave his nurse Helga the slip after tea. I carried Azel on my back and ran to the stables to fetch my mare. Though he was more at home on horseback than on his own limbs, Mama was afraid to let Azel ride, so he had no horse of his own. We set out for the woodlands of our private park, singing and laughing beneath a canopy of gold-dappled leaves, until Azel spotted a hummingbird and made me stop. He had never seen one except through a spyglass from his window. We held our breath while it hovered, indigo and sparkling, gathering nectar in its dagger-sharp beak.

It was gone just as quickly, and in the absence of its whirring, we heard voices. Though too distant for the words to be clear, the birdlike titter of a lady carried down the path. I thought I had never heard anything so lovely. Awestruck, neither of us moved or made a sound.

Then, clear as the sky, I heard Cousin Kae. “You mock me, my lady. But my devotion is sincere.”

My blood froze. It was plainly Kae, though he did not sound himself. To what lady was he pledging devotion? That laugh had certainly not belonged to Ola.

“We should go,” Azel whispered in my ear.

The rippling laughter came again, punctuated with the sound of pounding hooves. A riderless white horse thundered down the path toward us, its mane a comet in the sun. It passed us in a flash of brilliance, leaving only whorls of dirt in its wake.

“My lady!” Kae followed, his horse at a gallop. He passed within inches of us, but took no notice, his face wild. “I am yours!”

Azel developed a cough the following day. Helga scolded us in her “special language”—a peasant dialect she used when particularly angry—but she said nothing to Mama. When we returned to Elysium, Azel was bedridden again. In my guilt over his ill health and over the odd encounter with Kae that we had kept from Ola, I took to sneaking from the palace even more frequently on my own.

At the wingcasting table, it was easy to forget I was a grand duchess of the Firmament of Shehaqim who would one day marry a grand duke or a prince of a distant princedom and leave the happy home in which I had grown up.

But while I played, the celestial house of cards that was the House of Arkhangel’sk began to fall.

§

The first to fold was my father’s brother, Lebes, Grand Duke of Iriy. Shortly after our return to the city, the duchy of Iriy hosted the annual Feast of Virtues. My uncle became ill and collapsed during the commencement address.

At first, it appeared to be merely a bout of the influence, but with the steady worsening of his condition, we began to suspect he had been poisoned. He lapsed into a sleep from which his attendants couldn’t wake him, and Kae and Ola hurried to his side.

The only suspect was a Fallen man with ties to a subversive anti-monarchist group who worked for my uncle’s chef. The Virtues them-selves investigated such crimes, but when they found no evidence to tie him to the poisoning, they released the demon and returned to Aravoth.

Kae grew increasingly distraught the more my uncle slipped away. On the morning the grand duke breathed his last breath, my cousin flew into a rage and ran the suspected demon through with his sword. Ola was beside herself with grief for the father-in-law she had adored and worry for the husband she could not reach.

The incident sparked outrage among the Fallen. Scores of them protested outside the Ereline Palace, stirring fears of a revolt.

It was not the first time such a specter had reared its head in Heaven. Tragedy had preceded my father’s reign. After the untimely death of my grandfather in a riding accident, my great-grandfather had fallen to an anarchist’s blade, leaving Papa to take the throne at the tender age of twenty.

Ola and Kae were whisked from the palace by the Seraphim Guard and brought to the safety of Elysium. Ola was horribly shaken, but Kae seemed to forget his distress almost immediately, returning to his prior preoccupation and rejecting her comfort.

His behavior became impossible to ignore. Ola, now round with his child, he treated coldly, as if he could not bear to be near her. She confided in no one but Tatia now. They were closest in age, and I believe Ola was too ashamed to confide in anyone else. They wept together behind closed doors while Maia and I tried to make ourselves useful by helping to plan Mama’s social engagements. Papa, perhaps in response to the feminine undercurrents within the palace he could not comprehend, immersed himself in affairs of state, giving increasing audience to his advisors in cloistered meetings.

Meanwhile, my guilt grew stronger as Azel and I kept secret the strange afternoon in the woods to spare Ola’s feelings. Azel’s pallor and labored breathing when I read to him from his favorite books of ornithology and angelic history caused me even more guilt. Helga, by his side night and day, did not speak of blame.

§

The heaviness in Ola’s eyes at last got the better of me, and I resolved to confront Cousin Kae. Though she was nearing her confinement, they made an appearance at the annual Elysium Day pageant, the last grand affair in the capital before the solstice heralded our return to the Summer Palace in the north.

At the dance following the first banquet, I managed to position myself as Kae’s partner. He went through the motions with his mind elsewhere, gloved hand raising mine at the appropriate time, the other behind his back, taking the steps with dull accuracy.

When I stepped in close to him, I met his gaze and held it with a fierce look. He focused on me at last while he spun me about, our right arms meeting overhead when we came together.

“You seem preoccupied.”

The bitterness of my voice appeared to shake him. “Preoccupied?” He glanced about in search of an excuse. “Uncle Helison and I have been engaged in some tense negotiations over the sovereignty of the duchies.”

“I’m not talking about politics, Cousin.” I stepped back into a genuflection and then forward, looking up into his face. “I am talking about my sister. Your wife. She is having your child.”

He looked puzzled, bless his craven heart. “I don’t—?”

“
Ola
,” I whispered harshly. “For the love of Heaven!”

“For pity’s sake, Anazakia!” He spun me about, and I whirled to face him once more. “I know who I’m married to.”

“Do you?” We were about to switch partners and there was no time to belabor the point. “And whom are you meeting when you go out riding? Do you take my sister for a fool?”

He released me, and I turned and curtsied to my new partner. I watched my cousin over my partner’s shoulder while we moved farther apart, and saw, at last, some humility in his eyes.

When the dance ended, Kae made polite conversation before making his way to the alcove seat where I’d retired. He sat beside me.

“Nenny.” He had not called me Nenny, the name Azel had invented after deeming my customary nickname too hard to pronounce, since I was a bare-legged tree climber. “You’re right. But you’re wrong.”

I waited.

“I haven’t been meeting anyone. But I have been going out to see… you wouldn’t… the most beautiful… ”

“The steed,” I said, and Kae’s eyes snapped to mine. “I saw her.”

“Yes?” His eyes shone.

“But I heard her, also, Kae. I heard a woman’s voice, the owner of the steed.”

He frowned as if considering something contradictory, but said nothing.

“You are killing Ola,” I told him. “She could not love you more deeply if you had been a love match. You are not just a convenient arrangement to her.”

Kae stood, giving me a look of rebuke, but at least it was a look I recognized. “Ola is not an arrangement to me. You cannot imagine how much I love her.”

“I don’t doubt it, Kae. But I’m not the one you need to convince.”

He turned on his heel. I had angered him, but I hoped I had knocked him from whatever fantasy he was pursuing with the owner of that white mare.

With relief, I watched him find Ola settled upon a cushioned bench across the hall watching the orchestra play. Kae kissed her hand and held her gloved knuckles to his cheek for a long moment before kneeling on one knee to lay his head against her belly. Ola sifted his pale curls through her fingers. For the moment, all was well.

Tatia and Maia were making the rounds with Mama, doing their social duty, while my father played host to the noble houses of the Heavens, asserting his autocracy. With Azel still bedridden, I ought to have checked in on him and read to him to cheer him up, but my shade could do it for me.

Instead, full of restless energy, I had come to the place where I did not have to be charming, or gracious, or even interesting. I had only to put up my crystal and play my hand well. And in a single night at the wingcasting table, I lost everything.