Clary turned it over and looked at it. The card was heavy in her hand, the image on the front thick with real paint. It showed a hand holding up a cup in front of a rayed sun painted with gilt. The cup was made of gold, engraved with a pattern of smaller suns and studded with rubies. The style of the artwork was as familiar to her as her own breath. “This is a good card, right?”
“Not necessarily. The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love,” said Madame Dorothea, her eyes gleaming. “But it is a powerful card. What does it mean to you?”
“That my mother painted it,” said Clary, and dropped the card onto the table. “She did, didn’t she?”
Dorothea nodded, a look of pleased satisfaction on her face. “She painted the whole pack. A gift for me.”
“So you say.” Jace stood up, his eyes cold. “How well did you know Clary’s mother?”
Clary craned her head to look up at him. “Jace, you don’t have to—”
Dorothea sat back in her chair, the cards fanned out across her wide chest. “Jocelyn knew what I was, and I knew what she was. We didn’t talk about it much. Sometimes she did favors for me—like painting this pack of cards—and in return I’d tell her the occasional piece of Downworld gossip. There was a name she asked me to keep an ear out for, and I did.”
Jace’s expression was unreadable. “What name was that?”
“Valentine.”
Clary sat straight up in her chair. “But that’s—”
“And when you say you knew what Jocelyn was, what do you mean? What was she?” Jace asked.
“Jocelyn was what she was,” said Dorothea. “But in her past she’d been like you. A Shadowhunter. One of the Clave.”
“No,” Clary whispered.
Dorothea looked at her with sad, almost kindly eyes. “It’s true. She chose to live in this house precisely because—”
“Because this is a Sanctuary,” Jace said to Dorothea. “Isn’t it? Your mother was a Control. She made this space, hidden, protected—it’s a perfect spot for Downworlders on the run to hide out. That’s what you do, isn’t it? You hide criminals here.”
“You would call them that,” Dorothea said. “You’re familiar with the motto of the Covenant?”
“Sed lex dura lex,” said Jace automatically. “‘The Law is hard, but it is the Law.’”
“Sometimes the Law is too hard. I know the Clave would have taken me away from my mother if they could. You want me to let them do the same to others?”
“So you’re a philanthropist.” Jace’s lip curled. “I suppose you expect me to believe that Downworlders don’t pay you handsomely for the privilege of your Sanctuary?”
Dorothea grinned, wide enough to show a flash of gold molars. “We can’t all get by on our looks like you.”
Jace looked unmoved by the flattery. “I should tell the Clave about you—”
“You can’t!” Clary was on her feet now. “You promised.”
“I never promised anything.” Jace looked mutinous. He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. “You want to tell me what this is?” he demanded.
“It’s a door, Jace,” said Clary. It was a door, set strangely in the wall between the two bay windows. Clearly it couldn’t be a door that led anywhere, or it would have been visible from the outside of the house. It looked as if it were made of some softly glowing metal, more buttery than brass but as heavy as iron. The knob had been cast in the shape of an eye.
“Shut up,” Jace said angrily. “It’s a Portal. Isn’t it?”
“It’s a five-dimensional door,” said Dorothea, laying the tarot cards back on the table. “Dimensions aren’t all straight lines, you know,” she added, in response to Clary’s blank look. “There are dips and folds and nooks and crannies all tucked away. It’s a bit hard to explain when you’ve never studied dimensional theory, but, in essence, that door can take you anywhere in this dimension that you want to go. It’s—”
“An escape hatch,” Jace said. “That’s why your mother wanted to live here. So she could always flee at a moment’s notice.”
“Then why didn’t she—” Clary began, and broke off, suddenly horrified. “Because of me,” she said. “She wouldn’t leave without me that night. So she stayed.”
Jace was shaking his head. “You can’t blame yourself.”
Feeling tears gather under her eyelids, Clary pushed past Jace to the door. “I want to see where she would have gone,” she said, reaching for the door. “I want to see where she was going to escape to—”
“Clary, no!” Jace reached for her, but her fingers had already closed around the knob. It spun rapidly under her hand, the door flying open as if she’d pushed it. Dorothea lumbered to her feet with a cry, but it was too late. Before she could even finish her sentence, Clary found herself flung forward and tumbling through empty space.
8
WEAPON OF CHOICE
CITY OF BONES
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