Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices 2)

And indeed Will was on it, like a spider leaping onto a particularly tasty fly.

"Mr. Herondale?" he demanded. "Tessa, I thought . . . ?"

"You thought what?" Her tone was glacial.

"That we could at least talk about books. "

"We did," she said. "You insulted my taste. And you should know, The Wide, Wide World is not my favorite book. It is simply a story I enjoyed, like The Hidden Hand, or-You know, perhaps you should suggest something to me, so I can judge your taste. Its hardly fair otherwise. "

Will hopped up onto the nearest table and sat, swinging his legs, obviously giving the question some thought. "The Castle of Otranto-"

"Isnt that the book in which the heros son is crushed to death by a gigantic helmet that fal s from the sky? And you said A Tale of Two Cities was sil y!" said Tessa, who would have died rather than admit she had read Otranto and loved it.

"A Tale of Two Cities ," echoed Will. "I read it again, you know, because we had talked about it. You were right. It isnt sil y at all. "

"No?"

"No," he said. "There is too much of despair in it. "

She met his gaze. His eyes were as blue as lakes; she felt as if she were fal ing into them. "Despair?"

Steadily he said, "There is no future for Sydney, is there, with or without love? He knows he cannot save himself without Lucie, but to let her near him would be to degrade her. "

She shook her head. "That is not how I recal it. His sacrifice is noble-"

"It is what is left to him," said Will. "Do you not recal what he says to Lucie? If it had been possible . . . that you could have returned the love of the man you see before yourself-flung away, wasted, drunken, poor creature of misuse as you know him to be-he would have been conscious this day and hour, in spite of his happiness, that he would bring you to misery, bring you to sorrow and repentance, blight you, disgrace you, pul you down with him-"

A log fell in the fireplace, sending up a shower of sparks and startling them both and silencing Will ; Tessas heart leaped, and she tore her eyes away from Will. Stupid, she told herself angrily. So stupid. She remembered how he had treated her, the things he had said, and now she was letting her knees turn to jel y at the drop of a line from Dickens.

"Well," she said. "You have certainly memorized a great deal of it. That was impressive. "

Will pulled aside the neck of his shirt, revealing the graceful curve of his col arbone. It took her a moment to realize he was showing her a Mark a few inches above his heart. "Mnemosyne," he said. "The Memory rune. Its permanent. "

Tessa looked away quickly. "It is late. I must retire-I am exhausted. " She stepped past him, and moved toward the door. She wondered if he looked hurt, then pushed the thought from her mind. This was Will ; however mercurial and passing his moods, however charming he was when he was in a good one, he was poison for her, for anyone.

"Vathek," he said, sliding off the table.

She paused in the doorway, realizing she was still clutching the Coleridge book, but then decided she might as well take it. It would be a pleasant diversion from the Codex. "What was that?"

"Vathek," he said again. "By William Beckford. If you found Otranto to your liking"-though, she thought, she had not admitted she did-"I think you Will enjoy it. "

"Oh," she said. "Well. Thank you. I Will remember that. "

He did not answer; he was still standing where she had left him, near the table. He was looking at the ground, his dark hair hiding his face. A little bit of her heart softened, and before she could stop herself, she said, "And good night, Will. "

He looked up. "Good night, Tessa. " He sounded wistful again, but not as bleak as he had before. He reached out to stroke Church, who had slept through their entire conversation and the sound of the fal ing log in the fireplace, and was still stretched out on the book stand, paws in the air.

"Wil -," Tessa began, but it was too late. Church made a yowling noise at being woken, and lashed out with his claws. Will began to swear. Tessa left, unable to hide the slightest of smiles as she went.

Chapter 4: A Journey

Friendship is one mind in two bodies.

-Meng-tzu

Charlotte slammed the paper down onto her desk with an exclamation of rage. "Aloysius Starkweather is the most stubborn, hypocritical, obstinate, degenerate-" She broke off, clearly fighting for control of her temper. Tessa had never seen Charlottes mouth so firmly set into a hard line.

"Would you like a thesaurus?" Will inquired. He was sprawled in one of the wing-back armchairs near the fireplace in the drawing room, his boots up on the ottoman. They were caked with mud, and now so was the ottoman.

Normal y Charlotte would have been taking him to task for it, but the letter from Aloysius that she had received that morning, and that she had called them all into the drawing room to discuss, seemed to have absorbed all her attention. "You seem to be running out of words. "

"And is he really degenerate?" Jem asked equably from the depths of the other armchair. "I mean, the old codgers almost ninety-surely past real deviancy. "

"I dont know," said Will. "Youd be surprised at what some of the old fel ows over at the Devil Tavern get up to. "

"Nothing anyone you know might get up to would surprise us, Will," said Jessamine, who was lying on the chaise longue, a damp cloth over her forehead. She still had not gotten over her headache.

"Darling," said Henry anxiously, coming around the desk to where his wife was sitting, "are you quite all right? You look a bit-splotchy. "

He wasnt wrong. Red patches of rage had broken out over Charlottes face and throat.

"I think its charming," said Will. "Ive heard polka dots are the last word in fashion this season. "

Henry patted Charlottes shoulder anxiously. "Would you like a cool cloth? What can I do to help?"

"You could ride up to Yorkshire and chop that old goats head off. "

Charlotte sounded mutinous.

"Wont that make things rather awkward with the Clave?" asked Henry.

"Theyre not general y very receptive about, you know, beheadings and things. "

"Oh!" said Charlotte in despair. "Its all my fault, isnt it? I dont know why I thought I could win him over. The mans a nightmare. "

"What did he say exactly?" said Will. "In the letter, I mean. "

"He refuses to see me, or Henry," said Charlotte. "He says hel never forgive my family for what my father did. My father . . . " She sighed. "He was a difficult man. Absolutely faithful to the letter of the Law, and the Starkweathers have always interpreted the Law more loosely. My father thought they lived wild up there in the north, like savages, and he wasnt shy about saying so. I dont know what else he did, but old Aloysius seems personal y insulted still.

Not to mention that he also said if I really cared what he thought about anything, I would have invited him to the last Council meeting. As if Im in charge of that sort of thing!"

"Why wasnt he invited?" inquired Jem.

"Hes too old-not meant to be running an Institute at all. He just refuses to step down, and so far Consul Wayland hasnt made him, but the Consul wont invite him to Councils either. I think he hopes Aloysius Will either take the hint or simply die of old age. But Aloysiuss father lived to be a hundred and four. We could be in for another fifteen years of him. " Charlotte shook her head in despair.

"Well, if he wont see you or Henry, cant you send someone else?" asked Jessamine in a bored voice. "You run the Institute; the Enclave members are supposed to do whatever you say. "