I gasped. “You’re right! The butler’s wife had just died. And when I first arrived, the Dead that morning had been a baker who had lost his son.”
“Well,” Daniel said gruffly, “there’s only one way to find out if this theory is right.”
I nodded. “We go into the mines and see.”
“We nothing,” Joseph said.
“I have to agree,” Oliver chimed in. “We nothing, El. You and I—we need to get out of here. Find a new place to stay, get some food . . . and definitely get you some dry clothes before you freeze to death.”
I stared, speechless. I had forgotten the cold. Forgotten my lack of clothing. Forgotten everything but les Morts.
Daniel cleared his throat. “You can have my spare clothes.” His head dipped to his sack. “But after that, you and that thing need to leave.”
“Agreed.” Oliver nodded once. “The creature in the quarries is too strong for us, El. Let them die trying to stop it—”
“No.” I thrust out my chin. “No, Oliver. What if the Marquis or the demon or whatever’s behind les Morts also has Jie?”
“Then she’s probably dead,” he answered matter-of-factly.
I clenched my teeth. “No. I refuse to believe that. Not yet.” I advanced on Joseph. “You cannot face something this strong by yourself. You need my help.”
Joseph turned toward Daniel as if I hadn’t spoken at all. “You ought to keep your dry clothes—
wear them yourself. Eleanor can have my suit, and then we need to—”
“Do not ignore me!” I shouted. “You have no chance against this necromancy. And you have almost no equipment!”
“Silence, Eleanor.” Joseph did not turn to look at me. “How many bullets do you have, Daniel?”
My blood warmed, rage escalating through me. I would not be ignored. Not like this, and not now.
“Do you even know how to fight a demon, Joseph? Are you willing to risk your lives and Jie’s all because you’re too stubborn to work with a necromancer?”
His body tensed, and he looked right at me. “A necromancer who lied to me. A necromancer with a demon, and a necromancer who almost killed people today with her foolishness.”
“You cannot stop me from coming with you.”
Joseph rounded on me. “I most certainly can, Eleanor.” He lifted the clamp, and the crystal sparkled yellow in the lantern light. “And I most certainly will.”
“Do it,” I snarled. “But I will—”
Daniel stepped in front of me. “That’s enough, Empress. Both of you are wasting time.” He glanced at Joseph. “Just let her go. It obviously ain’t her demon that’s causing les Morts, and maybe . . . maybe she’s right. Maybe we can’t face this thing by ourselves.”
“Now wait a minute,” Oliver declared. “We are not going in there, El. You are not going to risk your life—and mine—for them. They don’t care about you!”
“No,” I answered, my eyes scoring into Joseph’s, “but this isn’t about them, Oliver. It’s about Jie.
About les Morts. About making a choice to do the right thing.”
For several long moments Joseph matched my stare, his nostrils flaring. But at last he gave a single, curt nod. “You may come, but only if you swear to me that you will obey my every command and cast no spells. No. Black. Magic.”
I hesitated. I didn’t want to obey him—and I certainly didn’t want to deny my power if it would help find Jie . . . but I did want to join them, and if that meant cooperating—or at least pretending to cooperate—then so be it.
“I swear.”
“Good. Now get dressed. We are going to end this once and for all.”
Chapter Twenty-one
Joseph’s trousers and shirt were too long . . . but they were at least dry. As I sat on the flagstones and stuffed the boots with pieces of petticoat, I stretched my mind to remember the ball—to recall some detail that might help explain how I had fallen so easily into a spell, but I came up with nothing.
For now, I could only hope that one day the memories would return.
Somewhere in the dark beside me, I could hear Daniel changing as well. Joseph stood with the lantern at the tunnel’s mouth. Oliver skulked along the water, staring into its black depths. He twisted around and approached. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
“It isn’t a want,” I said, tying my final bootlace. “It’s a need.”
Oliver held out his hand and helped me stand, but he didn’t release my fingers. “And you realize how strong this demon is, right?”
I nodded, even though I had no idea, not even an inkling, of how strong a demon could be. In the end it did not matter, for it would not change what I intended to do. “You don’t have to come, Oliver.”
“But I will. If I hadn’t left you, you wouldn’t have almost drowned.”
I squeezed his hand. “And if I had not been careless with Elijah’s letters, you would not have had to leave.”
“Empress?” Daniel called softly.
I turned and in the flickering lantern light saw him padding close. Four pistols hung in a leather bandolier across his chest.