Miracles will do that.
Seen from the sky, the Vatican was a wedgeif a lumpy wedge, like a collapsing slice of pie. Within the boundary, its vast circular plaza was its most visible feature, enclosed by Michelangelos famous curved colonnades. It was incongruously choked with military vehicles, tanks dozing like ugly beetles, jeeps coming and going, even troop transports.
Just beyond the north colonnade lay their destination: the Papal Palace. Karou led the way.
Esther had been able to provide them, thanks to her pocket cardinal, with the precise location of the chambers Jael had been given for his use, and the three of them swung in a broad circle above the cluster of buildingsthe palace was not one, but several, grown togetherscanning the rooftops for signs of seraph presence.
They expected guards. Human soldiers were concentrated on the groundthey could see soldiers patrolling with dogsand certainly at the entrances to the building, both inside and out. But they still expected to find Dominion posted to the rooftop, too, because this was standard operating procedure in Eretz, where an attack was as likely to come from the sky as the ground.
And there they were. Two.
Easy.
Dont harm them, Karou reminded Akiva and Virkoneedlessly, she hopedand felt them move off. She watched the guards, and saw Akivas and Virkos moon-cast shadows descend on them. Vividly she recalled the tidal wave of shadow chased by fire that had engulfed the company back in the Adelphas, and felt no pity as the soldiers, in unison, stiffened and then slumped.
Quick blows to the head. They went limp but didnt collapse. Their bodies seemed to drift in slow motion to the rooftop, as Akiva and Virko caught them and laid them quietly down. Theyd have goose eggs and headaches later, but no more than that. It wasnt a matter of whether they deserved mercy so much as the parameters of this mission: no blood.
Swift and bloodless, that was the point. No carnage, no crime scene, just persuasion. They should be in and out before these two soldiers even woke up and rubbed their aching heads.
Karou set down lightly and cast a brief
glance at one of them. Unconscious, he looked like any number of the Misbegotten from the Kirin caves. Handsome, young, fair. Villain and victim both, she thought, and she recalled Lirazs proposal that fingers be taken instead of lives, and wondered: Was it possible even Dominion soldiers could learn to live in the new world, if ever there was one? Did they deserve the choice? Looking at him like this, to all appearances asleep and innocent, it was easy to think: yes.
Maybe when he woke, his eyes would fill with hate, and he would be beyond hope.
This was a worry for another day. They were here. Jaels windows were in sight. The chanting at the perimeter enclosed them like the roar of the sea, but the effect was a seeming sphere of quiet within.
Ive thought of a better idea, Karou had announced back at the Kirin caves, so certain that this was the way to avoid an apocalypse. A quick and quiet end to this drama. No clash, no weapons, no monsters.
The angels just melt away.
Simple.
Okay, she said, pausing to text Zuzana before turning off her phone and tucking it away. Lets do it.
57
FED TO THE LIONS
There came a knock at the door of the Royal Suite, and it was not casual. The dogs, Traveller and Methuselah, leapt to their feet, instantly alert.
Zuzana and Mik didnt leap up, but they, too, were instantly alert. They were at the window of the living room now, having transferred from the sitting room on account of the windows on this side facing toward the Vatican. Their eyes were wandering between the TV screen and the slice of sky they had revealed by cranking the red velvet curtains apart, as if something was going to play out on one or the other.
And something would , as soon as Karou and Akiva were successful in their mission: The heavenly host would rise up into the sky and hightail it the hell back to Uzbekistan and the portal there. Dont let the uh, sky flap thing hit you on the way out.
Sky or TV. Where would they see it first?
Zuzanas phone lay on the arm of her chair so she would know at once if Karou called or texted. There had been one message so far.
Arrived. Going in. *kiss/punch*.
And so. It was happening. Zuzana couldnt keep still. SkyTVphoneMik, that was the circuit of her glances, with pauses on Eliza, too.
The girl remained subdued and remote, her eyes glassy but not still, not entirely. Theyd rest for a time, then flick back and forth, her pupils dilating and shrinking, even when the light was steady. It was as though her mind was participating in a different reality than her body, her eyes seeing different sights, her lips shaping the soft lunatic poetry that Zuzana was glad not to be able to understand. When Karou had translated some of it for her, it had been too eerie for comfort, some kind of horror movie with lots of devouring. And not the kind of devouring that went down between Zuzana and the plate of chocolate-dipped biscotti she liberated from atop the piano.