And if it were there, for whom was it meant? Behind that mask were her eyes open or closed, and, if closed, who filled her dreams?
Adjusting his mask over his face, he went quietly down a few steps until he was standing just above her. She heard him and turned her head, but now he could just discern that her eyes were still closed.
‘It’s only me,’ he said, leaving ‘me’ unspecified. ‘I wondered why a woman leaves the ballroom where she’s enjoying such a triumph.’
She gave a soft, knowing laugh that made him clutch a stone ledge beside him.
‘And why should the host leave a ball where the triumph is his?’ she teased.
‘He came in search of her.’
‘But perhaps she wanted to be alone,’ Ruth objected.
‘Then she must resign herself to not having her wish. A beautiful woman will never be allowed solitude.’
‘But maybe she isn’t beautiful beneath the mask. How can he tell?’
‘He doesn’t need to see her face, because he knows that her heart is gentle and loving, and no vulnerable creature has ever turned to her in vain.’
‘That’s charming, but what does it have to do with beauty?’
‘It is the only beauty that counts,’ he said softly.
She was disconcerted, but recovered herself to say, ‘Why, what a thing to say at Carnival!’
‘True. We should think only of the most fleeting kind of beauty, shouldn’t we? But hers will never fade. Even when she looks-’ a smile of remembrance touched his mouth ‘-like a drowned rat, her true loveliness is always there for the man who can appreciate it-if she chooses to show it to him.’
‘You mean-perhaps she doesn’t?’
‘There might be barriers between them that he can’t tear down alone, only with her help.’
‘And you think she would refuse to give it?’ Ruth asked with soft urgency.
‘Who knows? Her mind and heart are hidden from him, perhaps even from herself.’
‘That’s true,’ she murmured.
‘When she understands the truth-who knows what that truth will be? Or if there will be only one truth?’
She could have continued this all night. To be standing here in the moonlight, fencing with him, seeming to talk lightly yet touching the subjects that haunted them, then dancing away before danger threatened, this filled her with a kind of ecstasy. She felt he was letting her look into his heart while gently questioning her own.
From above them came the sound of music from the ballroom, faintly, then louder as the orchestra struck up a new tune. The sudden awareness broke the spell and made them move slightly away from each other.
‘You should return to your guests,’ she said.
‘We’ll return together.’
He held out his hand and she placed hers in it so that he could lead her up the stairs into the corridor. The music, closer now, seemed to enclose them.
He stopped to listen, then put out his hand, sliding it determinedly about her waist, drawing her close into a waltz.
‘A man must take his chances while he can,’ he murmured provocatively.
She laughed, and felt him tense as her breath brushed his face. They were close now, as they had been on the night they had so nearly made love, before he had rejected her. But this time they were not themselves, although neither could have said with certainty who they were.
Who knows what the truth will be? he had said.
Moving dream-like in his arms, Ruth felt that only one truth could ever matter again.
But there was danger in that. The world would intrude. Even now she heard it from the far end of the corridor. Doors were flung open, revellers poured out, laughing and singing, shattering the dream. She must escape.
Pietro, forced back to being a good host, hailed the other guests as politely as he could manage, and saw them go scurrying away, seeking dark corners where they could be alone. With a sigh of relief he turned back to Ruth.
But she had gone. He was alone in the dark corridor, wondering if it had all been a dream.
When he returned to the ball she was dancing with another man.
The festivities went on into the small hours, and to him every moment was interminable. Serafina dragged out the goodbyes for ever, but finally the last guest was gone, and even she fell silent, eyeing Franco balefully. For once his attention wasn’t on her, but on ‘the mystery woman’ who’d vanished but lingered in his thoughts.
‘I just wish I knew who she was,’ he sighed.
‘It was Ruth,’ Pietro informed him coldly. ‘The wig and the mask concealed her identity very well.’
‘Ruth?’ Serafina echoed in disgust. ‘But she’s only a-’
With Pietro’s eyes on her she was suddenly afraid.
‘Pure Carnival,’ Franco said ecstatically.
A mystery woman, Pietro mused. That was exactly what she was, and it was driving him mad.
Smiling determinedly, he escorted Franco and Serafina upstairs to their rooms, pretended not to hear their hints about staying a few more days, bid them goodnight and returned thankfully to his own little corner.
To his relief he found Ruth there, having discarded the glorious dress and donned shirt and trousers to eat a prosaic dish of pasta. She bore no resemblance to the vision in satin brocade who had tormented him, and for a moment he even wondered. But only for a moment.
‘Where did you vanish to?’ he demanded.
‘Oh, here and there. You saw me around.’ She sighed happily. ‘I wouldn’t have thought there were so many attractive men in the world. At least, I think they were attractive. Once the mask came off-who knows?’
Her shrug was eloquent.
‘I believe a few masks were removed at the end of the evening,’ he said.
‘It might be better if they hadn’t been. Better to enjoy the dream than face the reality.’
He turned on her swiftly. ‘Do you really mean that?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. How should I know what I mean after an evening like that? It’s Carnival, and, like a good Venetian, I’m making the most of it, because it’ll be my last.’
She cleared away her dish, taking it into the kitchen. When she returned Pietro had removed the elegant black coat and the long waistcoat that went beneath it.
‘You don’t know it’ll be your last,’ he said.
‘Yes, I do. I’ve been making plans, and it’s time I was leaving.’
There was a businesslike note in her voice that was unfamiliar to him.
‘What about Gino?’ he asked curiously.
‘He’s not coming back. It’s time I banished him from my life and managed without him. There’s got to be a new life somewhere, away from him-away from you.’
She said the last words softly and he gave her a sharp look.
‘You’re going now?’ He filled the last word with meaning. ‘After tonight?’
‘Tonight didn’t really happen.’
‘Are you still blaming me for the other evening?’ he demanded.
‘When you wouldn’t make love to me? It’s not blame. It’s just that I’ve finally started to see things straight. The dream was lovely, but the reality has to be faced. I’m sorry I gave you so much trouble about that, Pietro.’
‘I don’t quite understand you.’
‘Don’t you? It’s plain enough. I did something stupid. I fell in love with you. There, I’ve admitted it. I’m free of Gino. He only matters for the things he can tell me. The one I love is you. Couldn’t you tell-tonight?’
‘Then that really was you?’ he said with a touch of relief. ‘For a moment-’
‘Yes, it was me-one of me. All the others are being very sensible because they have to be, now. Don’t be embarrassed. I know I must leave. I won’t intrude on your marriage.’
‘Since my wife is dead, what marriage?’
‘The marriage that still fills your life because she’s the only one you can love. It’s all right, I’ve finally faced that. All you want is to shut yourself up in this mausoleum with Lisetta, because that way you can pretend she isn’t dead.’