"Likely in some manner of trade between England and her colony of India," replied Max. "Ships back and forth between London and Calcutta could easily have carried it here. "
"Yes, I can see that. But why now? How did it happen that Lilith just now found it?"
Wayren shook her head. "I do not know; Max, do you?"
He frowned. "My… source wasn't as willing to give information as I was to receive it, unfortunately, and at some point I had to put her out of her misery. All she told me was the name of the object Lilith is seeking, and even then I did not hear her properly. It is fortunate that Wayren was able to translate my miscommunication. "
"If the book is indeed in London, our first course of business, whilst Wayren continues to study her resources, is to locate the book before Lilith or her Guardians do," Eustacia spoke. Victoria noticed that Kritanu had closed his fingers over her hand as if to provide support.
"That is imperative. " Wayren pulled her spectacles away and looked at each of them in turn, including Victoria. "According to my information, the Book of Antwartha contains powerful spells and incantations utilizing malevolent power. If Lilith obtains this book, she will have the ability to raise demons at will by the legion. There will be no way to keep her at bay, even if we call all Venators here. She will overcome the world of mortals and we will all become her slaves… or worse. "
Chapter Seven
The Marquess of Rockley Presses His Suit
"Now, then, don't you look pretty as a picture!" Verbena gushed, leaning in toward Victoria and adjusting a curl that had fallen from her hairstyle. "The feathers are just the touch!"Victoria had to agree. Her maid was truly a genius! She'd slipped the pale blue stake straight into the thickest part of her hair, after affixing three soft feathers to the dull end. Thus, from the front, it gave the appearance of gentle white decoration shifting and flowing at the back of her crown. The beauty of the arrangement was that she could remove the stake from her coiffure easily and quickly, without disrupting the style.
"Wonderful, Verbena! It looks lovely. " Rockley was to pick her up for a drive in the park, and she was pleased that her hairstyle looked demure yet flirtatious.
"And now that your bite is near healed, well, tucking this light scarf around your neck will do just fine. Though I know you won't need the stake during daylight hours, 'cause them creatures don't come out then. "
Victoria turned. "Oh, no, Verbena, that is not exactly true. Some of them do come out in daylight hours. "
Verbena's eyes turned into large circles and she sat on the bed suddenly, as if her knees had given out. "No, my lady! You're funning me!"
Rather pleased to know something about vampires that her maid didn't, Victoria hurried to assure her that she was indeed correct. "It's true. There are some rare powerful vampires, very few of them, who have lived for centuries and who have become somewhat accustomed to the daylight. They can actually move about in the sun, as long as they are covered or shaded, although they cannot remain in the light for very long, or allow the sunlight to touch them directly. If it does, they begin to burn. "
"My gracious word!" Verbena's round cheeks had turned furious red, and her flyaway peach-colored hair seemed to vibrate with her anxiety. "Me cousin Barth is goin' to have to start carry in' his crucifix during the day too? I don't know how he's goin' to get his work done, havin' to hold that thing up in front of himself all the time, and drivin' the hackney as he does! My lady, are you quite certain about this?"
"Aunt Eustacia told me so, and I believe she would be one person who would know!" Then a thought struck her. "Verbena, did you say that Barth lives in St. Giles? And he sees vampires there?"
"Yes, my lady, he sees more'n he wants to, that's for sure. But they leave him alone, because of his crucifix and the garlic he hangs from his neck. "
"Can you take me there?"
"Take you there?" If Verbena was horrified at the thought of vampires in the daylight, she was utterly traumatized at this request. "St. Giles is no place for a lady, my lady!"
Victoria stood, and felt the feathers waft in the air. "Verbena, I am no lady. At least, I am not so much of a lady as I am a Venator. We have to find the Book of Antwartha before Lilith does, and if there are vampires in St. Giles, it is possible that I might learn something from them. I wear a vis bulla, don't you forget. Max is not the only Venator who can hunt down vampires and make them tell him their secrets. "
Verbena opened her mouth to say something, and Victoria braced for another round of defense; but it was unnecessary. "If yer going to St. Giles, I'm going with you. And you're not wearing a gown, my lady. You'll dress as a man. "
"Of course. Thank you, and no need to worry. You will be safe with me. There is no time to waste, so we'll go tonight. "
"Tonight?" Verbena's eyes goggled. "At night? Oh, my lady—"
"Tonight, Verbena. And you say your cousin drives a hackney? That is perfect. Can you arrange for him to pick us up at midnight?"
"Midnight?"
Victoria could actually see the rampant pulse racing in her maid's throat. "Midnight tonight, Verbena, when the vampires are on the prowl. "
Phillip de Lacy, Marquess of Rockley, settled into the seat next to his companion. "Miss Grantworth, you look utterly charming," he told h
er as they set out for the park. His tiger and her maid were seated on the small raised seat in the back of the cabriolet, leaving Phillip and Victoria in the front.
"I might say the same about you, Lord Rockley. "
"You say? It must be due to the company I am keeping. " He glanced over again, just for the pleasure of looking at her. Her fair skin had the faintest pink tinge that he hoped was due to the delight of his company. And how did her slender neck hold the weight of all that dark hair? He imagined what it would look like if it weren't piled at the top of her head. How long was it? He remembered from that day in the meadow, when she had lectured him, how it billowed and blew in a mass of dark curls around her shoulders and arms, in ringlets from one end to the other.