"Where are you going? Mo!"
Meggie hurried after him when she saw him go over to the horses, but he did not turn again.
Why in such a hurry, Mortimer? the voice inside him mocked. Do you think you can ride faster than Orpheus can speak the words with his oily tongue? Darkness was falling from the sky like a scarf, a dark scarf smothering everything, the colors, the birdsong… Resa. Where was she? Still in Ombra, or on her way back already? And suddenly he felt the other fear – as bad as the fear of those words. The fear of footpads and nocturnal spirits, the memory of women they had found dead in the bushes. Had she at least taken the Strong Man with her? Mo uttered a quiet curse. No, of course not. He was sitting there with Battista and Wayfarer by the fire, and he had already drunk so much that he was beginning to sing.
He ought to have known. Resa had been very quiet since their quarrel. Had he forgotten what that meant? He knew that silence of hers. But he had gone off with the Black Prince instead of talking to her again about what made her so silent – almost as silent as in the days when she had lost her voice.
"Mo, what are you doing?" Meggie's voice sounded faint with fear. Doria had followed them. Meggie whispered something to him, and he set off toward the Prince's tent.
"Damn it, Meggie, what's the idea of that?" Mo tightened the horse's girth. He wished his fingers weren't shaking so much.
"Where are you going to look for her? You can't leave this camp! Have you forgotten the Piper?"
She clung to him. Then Doria came back with the Prince. Mo cursed and put the horse's reins over its head.
"What are you doing?" The Black Prince stopped behind him, the bear at his side.
"I have to go to Ombra."
"Ombra?" The Prince gently moved Meggie aside and reached for the reins.
What was he to say to him? Prince, my wife wants Fenoglio to write words that will make me disappear before your eyes, words that will turn the Bluejay back to what he once was – nothing but an old man's invention, vanishing as suddenly as he appeared?
"This is suicide. You're not immortal, whatever the songs say. This is real life. Don't forget that."
Real life. What's that, Prince?
"Resa has ridden to Ombra. She set out hours ago. She's alone, and it's night. I must go after her."
… and find out if the words have already been written. Written and read aloud.
"But the Piper's there. Are you going to make him a present of yourself? Let me send some men after her."
"Which men? They're all drunk."
Mo listened to the night air. He thought he could already hear the words that would send him back – words as powerful as those that had once protected him from the White Women. Above him the withering foliage rustled in the wind, and the drunken voices of the robbers by the fire came to him. The air smelled of resin, autumn leaves, and the fragrant moss that grew in Fenoglio's forest. Even in winter it was still covered with tiny white flowers that tasted like honey if you crushed them in your fingers. I don't want to go back, Resa.
A wolf howled in the mountains. Meggie turned her head in alarm. She was afraid of wolves, like her mother. I hope she stayed in Ombra, thought Mo. Even if that means I have to pass the guards. "Let's go back, Mo. Please!"
He swung himself up on the horse. Before he could stop her, Meggie was up there, too, sitting behind him. As determined as her mother… she put her arms around him so firmly that he didn't even try to persuade her to stay behind.
"Do you see that, bear?" asked the Prince. "Do you know what it means? It means there'll soon be a new song – about the Bluejay's sheer pigheadedness, and how the Black Prince sometimes has to protect him from himself."
There were still two men sober enough to ride. Doria came, too, getting up behind the Prince on his horse without a word. He wore a sword that was too large for him, but he could handle it well, and he was as fearless as Farid. They would be in Ombra before it was light, although the moon now stood high in the sky.
But words were so much faster than any horse.
18. A DANGEROUS ALLY
All day long he was docile, intelligent, good
Though sometimes changing to a darker mood
He seemed hypocritical, could tell bitter lies,
In the dark he saw dots of color behind closed eyes,
Clenched his fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother…
Arthur Rimbaud, "Seven-year-old Poets"
When Resa arrived, Farid had just taken Orpheus his second bottle of wine. Cheeseface was celebrating. He was drinking to himself and his genius, as he called it. "A unicorn! A perfect unicorn, snorting, pawing the ground with its hooves, ready to put its silly head in a virgin's lap anytime! Why do you think there weren't any unicorns in this world, Oss? Because Fenoglio couldn't write them! Fluttering fairies, hairy brownies, glass men, yes, but no unicorns."
Farid would happily have tipped the wine over Orpheus's white shirt to make it as red as the coat of the unicorn. The unicorn brought into this world by Orpheus only for the Milksop to kill it. Farid had seen it. He had been on the way to Orpheus's tailor to get yet another pair of trousers that had become too tight for Cheeseface altered. When they carried the unicorn by, he had felt so sick at the sight of those dull eyes that he had to sit down in a doorway. Murderer. Farid had been listening when Orpheus read the words that had brought it to life, such beautiful words that he had stood as if rooted to the spot outside the study door. It came through the trees, white as wild jasmine flowers. And the fairies danced around it in dense swarms, as if they had been waiting, full of longing, for its arrival.
Orpheus's voice had shown Farid the horn, the waving mane, had made him hear the unicorn snorting and scraping at the frozen grass with its hooves. For three whole days he had actually thought it might have been a good idea after all to bring Orpheus here. Three days, if he had counted them correctly – that was as long as the unicorn lived before the Milksop's hounds chased it on to the huntsmen's spears. Or was the tale Brianna told down in the kitchen the true version: that one of Sootbird's lovers had lured it to them with her smile?
Oss opened the door to Resa. When Farid looked past him, wondering who was knocking at such a late hour, he thought at first that the pale face emerging from the darkness was Meggie's. She looked so like her mother now.
"Is Orpheus at home?"
Resa spoke in a low voice, as if ashamed of every word she said, and when she saw Farid behind the Chunk she lowered her head like a child caught in the act of doing something forbidden.
What did she want with Cheeseface?
"Please tell him that Silvertongue's wife has to speak to him."
When Oss showed her into the entrance hall, Resa gave Farid a fleeting smile, but she avoided looking directly at him. Without a word, the Chunk indicated that she was to wait there and stomped up the stairs. Resa's averted face told Farid that she wasn't going to tell him the reason for her visit, so he followed Oss, hoping to hear more in Orpheus's room.
Cheeseface was not alone when his bodyguard told him about his late-night visitor. There were three girls with Orpheus, none of them much older than Meggie, and they had been cooing at him for hours, telling him how clever, important, and irresistible he was. The oldest was sitting on his plump knees, and Orpheus was kissing and fondling her so grossly that Farid would have liked to strike his fingers away. He was always being sent out to bring Orpheus the prettiest girls in Ombra. "What are you making such a fuss about?" he had snapped, when Farid had at first refused to serve him in such a way. "They inspire me. Haven't you ever heard of muses? Off you go, or I'll never find the words you want so much!" So Farid obeyed him and took the girls who looked at him in the streets and the marketplace to Orpheus's house. And many of them did look at Farid; after all, nearly all the older boys in Ombra were either dead or served Violante. Most of them would go anywhere Farid took them for a few coins. They all had hungry brothers and sisters and mothers who needed the money. Some just wanted to be able to buy a new dress again.