“When we tried the Sword on Jessamine, there were blocks in her mind put there by Mortmain,” Charlotte said wearily. “Do you think Mortmain would be so unwise as to not take the same precaution with Benedict? We wil look like fools if the Sword can get nothing out of him.”
Wil ran his hands through his black hair. “Mortmain expects us to go to the Clave,” he said. “It would be his first assumption. He is also used to cutting free associates for whom he no longer has a use. De Quincey, for instance. Lightwood is not irreplaceable to him, and knows it.” He drummed his fingers on his knees. “I think that if we went to the Clave, we could certainly get Benedict taken out of the running for leadership of the Institute. But there is a segment of the Clave that fol ows his lead; some are known to us, but others are not. It is a sad fact, but we do not know whom we can trust beyond ourselves. The Institute is secure with us, and we cannot al ow it to be taken away. Where else wil Tessa be safe?”
Tessa blinked. “Me?”
Wil looked taken aback, as if startled by what he had just said. “Wel , you are an integral part of Mortmain’s plan. He has always wanted you. He has always needed you. We must not let him have you. Clearly you would be a powerful weapon in his hands.”
“Al of that is true, Wil , and of course I wil go to the Consul,” said Charlotte. “But as an ordinary Shadowhunter, not as head of the Institute.”
“But why, Charlotte?” Jem demanded. “You excel at your work—”
“Do I?” she demanded. “For the second time I have not noted a spy under my own roof; Wil and Tessa easily evaded my guardianship to attend Benedict’s party; our plan to capture Nate, which we never shared with the Consul, went awry, leaving us with a potential y important witness dead —”
“Lottie!” Henry put his hand on his wife’s arm.
“I am not fit to run this place,” said Charlotte. “Benedict was right. . . . I wil of course try to convince the Clave of his guilt. Someone else wil run the Institute. It wil not be Benedict, I hope, but it wil not be me, either—”
There was a clatter. “Mrs. Branwel !” It was Sophie. She had dropped the poker and turned away from the fire. “You can’t resign, ma’am. You— you simply can’t.”
“Sophie,” Charlotte said very kindly. “Wherever we go after this, wherever Henry and I set up our household, we wil bring you—”
“It isn’t that,” Sophie said in a smal voice. Her eyes darted around the room. “Miss Jessamine—She were—I mean, she was tel ing the truth. If you go to the Clave like this, you’l be playing into Mortmain’s plans.”
Charlotte looked at her, perplexed. “What makes you say that?”
“I don’t—I don’t know exactly.” Sophie looked at the floor. “But I know it’s true.”
“Sophie?” Charlotte’s tone was querulous, and Tessa knew what she was thinking: Did they have another spy, another serpent in their garden?
Wil , too, was leaning forward with narrowed eyes.
“Sophie’s not lying,” Tessa said abruptly. “She knows because—because we overheard Gideon and Gabriel speaking of it in the training room.”
“And you only now decided to mention it?” Wil arched his brows.
Suddenly, unreasonably furious with him, Tessa snapped, “Be quiet, Wil . If you—”
“I’ve been stepping out with him,” Sophie interrupted loudly. “With Gideon Lightwood. Seeing him on my days off.” She was as pale as a ghost.
“He told me. He heard his father laughing about it. They knew Jessamine was found out. They were hoping you’d go to the Clave. I should’ve said something, but it seemed like you didn’t want to go to them anyways, so I . . .”
“Stepping out?” said Henry incredulously. “With Gideon Lightwood?”
Sophie kept her attention on Charlotte, who was gazing at her, round-eyed. “I know what Mortmain is holding over Mr. Lightwood too,” she said.
“Gideon only just found out. His father doesn’t know he knows.”
“Wel , dear God, girl, don’t just stand there,” said Henry, who looked as poleaxed as his wife. “Tel us.”
“Demon pox,” said Sophie. “Mr. Lightwood’s got it, has had for years, and it’l kil him in a right couple of months if he doesn’t get the cure. And Mortmain said he can get it for him.”
The room exploded in a hubbub. Charlotte raced over to Sophie; Henry cal ed after her; Wil leaped from his chair and was dancing in a circle.
Tessa stayed where she was, stunned, and Jem remained beside her. Meanwhile, Wil appeared to be singing a song about how he had been right about demon pox al along.
“Demon pox, oh, demon pox,
Just how is it acquired?
One must go down to the bad part of town
Until one is very tired.
Demon pox, oh, demon pox
I had it all along—
No, not the pox, you foolish blocks,
I mean this very song—
For I was right, and you were wrong!”
“Wil !” Charlotte shouted over the noise. “Have you LOST YOUR MIND? CEASE THAT INFERNAL RACKET! Jem—”