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Phoebe had been to Sept-Tours before, back when Matthew and Diana were ti and Marcus had wanted her close She’d returned after the couple came home, too, and a few tied in Phoebe’s relationship to the house It was more than the fact that she was a vampire She was a true de Clermont now—or so Ysabeau said, confident that Phoebe’s ed when it came to Marcus

“The sun is rising fast today,” Ysabeau observed, looking up at the sky “And there are no clouds Why don’t we go inside, so that you can take off your hat and glasses?”

Phoebe linked arms with Ysabeau as they turned toward the castle Ysabeau looked a bit startled by the fa she had broken some rule, Ysabeau instead drew her closer The two of the scents

“Monsieur Roux burned his croissants,” Ysabeau said, giving the air a sniff “And I do wish the priest would stop changing his laundry soap I no sooner get used to the smell of one than he buys another”

Phoebe sniffed The sharp, floral scent did not stime fresh,” but of chemicals She wrinkled her nose

“Did you hear the fight last night between Adele and her new boyfriend?” Phoebe asked

“How could I not? They were on the other side of our wall, and shouting at the top of their lungs” Ysabeau shook her head

“Mada?” Phoebe asked The old woman was in her nineties and still went around to the shops every day on her own, pulling a wire cart to hold her groceries Last week she’d fallen and broken her hip

“Not well,” Ysabeau said “The priest went round yesterday They don’t expect her to live out the week I will go and visit her this afternoon Maybe you would like to come?”

“May I?” Phoebe asked

“Of course,” Ysabeau said “I’m sure Madame Lefebvre would like to see you”

They were inside now, and round-floor rooilded furniture and Sèvres porcelain; the for room, with the statues that flanked the door; the faazines, and paperback books; Ysabeau’s warh the sun was streareat hall, with its high beamed roof and painted walls In each roo about what had happened here, once upon a time

“Diana’s firedrake broke one of those,” Ysabeau said, pointing to a large lion’s-head vase “Philippe commissioned a set of two I must confess I was never very fond of them If we are lucky, Apollo will break the other and we can find so new to take its place”

Anotherroo, polished table and ranks of chairs

“Philippe always sat here, and I sat at the other end That e could e everyone’s conversations, and uests” Ysabeau ran her fingers over the chair’s carved back “We had so many dinner parties in this room”

“Sophie’s water broke on this sofa, on the day before Margaret was born,” Ysabeau said when they reached the fah the rest of the sofa was covered in faded brown, this cushion was a rosy pink “We did not have to replace the whole piece of furniture, as Sophie feared, only the cushion See, this one does not match the others I told Marthe not to even try, but to use soaret’s birth”

“Here, I tried to frighten Diana away from Matthew,” Ysabeau said in the breakfast roo up the corners of her lips “But she was braver than I knew”

Ysabeau turned slowly around in the castle’s lofty great hall, inviting Phoebe to do the same

“This is where Diana and Matthew held their wedding feast” Ysabeau surveyed the large room with its suits of armor, weapons, and faux medieval decorations “I was not there, of course, and Philippe did not tell me about it It was not until Diana and Matthew returned from the past that I heard the tale Perhaps you and Marcus will celebrate here, and fill the hall again with the sound of laughter and dancing”

Ysabeau led Phoebe to where a set of stone stairs clihts of the castle’s square keep Instead of cli them, as they normally would, Ysabeau drew Phoebe toward a low, arched door in the wall that was always locked

Ysabeau took a worn iron key from her pocket and fit it into the lock She turned it and motioned Phoebe inside

It took Phoebe’s eyes a few ht This roolass Phoebe took off her sunglasses and rubbed her eyes to help bring them into focus

“Is this another storerooht contain

But the stale air and faint scent of wax soon told her this room had a different purpose This was the de Clermont chapel—and crypt

A large stone sarcophagus occupied the center of the small chapel A handful of other coffins were set into alcoves in the walls So, too, were objects: shields, swords, pieces of armor

“Humans think we live in dark places like this,” Ysabeau said “They are ht than they know My Philippe is here, in the center of the room as he was once at the center of our family and my world One day, I will be buried here with him”

Phoebe looked at Ysabeau in surprise

“None of us is immune to death, Phoebe,” Ysabeau said, as if she could hear Phoebe’s thoughts

“Stella thinks we are She didn’t understand why no one would save Dad,” Phoebe said “I’m not sure I understand ”

“You cannot make every person you love into a vampire,” Ysabeau said “Marcus tried, and it almost destroyed him”

Phoebe knew about New Orleans and had met those of Marcus’s children who survived

“Stella may have been the first human to ask you to save someone’s life, but she won’t be the last,” Ysabeau continued “You ain, as you did last night Saying no takes courage—faryes”

Ysabeau took Phoebe’s arain, and resumed their walk

“People wonder what it takes to becolance “Do you knohat I tell them?”

Phoebe shook her head, intrigued

“To be a vampire you must choose life—your life, not soain, day after day,” Ysabeau said “You rief, over death In the end, it is our relentless drive to live that defines us Without that, we are nothing but a nighthost: a shadow of the humans we once were”

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Ninety

10 AUGUST

Phoebe sat in Ysabeau’s salon, ailded chairs, the silk upholstery, and the priceless works of art, and waited, again, for time to find her

Baldwin strode into the roo with the room’s color scheme Phoebe had picked her dress to stand out, however, rather than blend in It was a bright shade of aquamarine, a color that symbolized loyalty and patience It re clothes, and Marcus’s eyes, and the color of the sea when it returned to the shore

“Baldwin” Phoebe thought about rising and found she was already standing, offering a cheek to the head of her husband’s family

“You look well, Phoebe,” Baldwin co her fro you, I see”

Phoebe didn’t acknowledge his remark with a response After the past several weeks, she would walk across deserts for Ysabeau, and was keeping a silent record of every slight uttered against the matriarch of the de Clermont clan

Phoebe intended to settle those accounts one day e had been to Sept-Tours before, back when Matthew and Diana were ti and Marcus had wanted her close She’d returned after the couple came home, too, and a few tied in Phoebe’s relationship to the house It was more than the fact that she was a vampire She was a true de Clermont now—or so Ysabeau said, confident that Phoebe’s ed when it came to Marcus