His heart beats strongly against my ribs, its rapid rate nearly matching my own. warmth pours from his body into mine.
“There is color in your face again,” he says. Indeed, I can feel the blood moving under my skin once more. He places a hand on my cheek and turns my face to his, searching to be certain I am all right.
I give him a reassuring smile that does nothing to ease my own dread. I have seen my own destiny now and know precisely what will happen to me if I step outside Mortain’s grace.
The corridors are empty as Duval escorts me to his chambers; all the feasters and revelers having returned to their own rooms. Once we reach his apartments, he tucks me up in a chair near the fire and orders hot spiced wine to warm me. Between the fire and Duval’s cloak, I finally stop shivering and am able to hold the wine when it arrives. I take a sip, savoring the rich, sweet taste on my tongue. "What is our next move?”
"We must finalize the betrothal agreement with the Holy Roman emperor and find a way to get the entire council to agree to it.”
My mind goes immediately to Madame Dinan and Marshal Rieux. "What if they will not?”
“Then we must get Anne crowned so she may act in her own sovereign interest.”
“Do you have a plan to evict Gisors from the palace so he will not interfere with her coronation?”
Duval snorts. “I am still puzzling that part out,” he says, then takes a sip of wine.
"Why can’t you simply evict him? escort him out and bar the door behind him? At least long enough to have Anne crowned?”
“The French regent has plenty of other spies who will inform her soon enough, and they will undoubtedly use that as an excuse to invade.”
There is a knock on the chamber door just then. Duval and I exchange a glance, then he goes to answer it.
It is Captain Dunois, looking uncomfortable as he nods to Duval. “I must speak with you. Alone,” he adds, shooting me a glance. Duval waves his hand in dismissal. “She will only listen at the door.”
Captain Dunois’s lips twitch ever so slightly. “The council continued to meet after you left,” he explains. “The news is not good. They feel that, whether by accident or by design, your counsel and influence have placed the duchess’s life in grave danger.”
If Duval feels any pain at being stabbed in the back by the council, he does not show it on his face. I set my wine down, afraid I might spill it or hurl it into the fireplace in outrage. “On what do they base this accusation?”
Dunois looks even more uncomfortable. “On the attempt made on the duchess’s life this evening.”
“How is that Duval’s fault?”
“I can speak for myself,” Duval mutters.
Dunois ignores us both. “They believe it is the inevitable result of all the decisions and moves Duval and Anne have made so far. Consorting with the known traitors Runnion and Martel, bringing an assassin to court without informing anyone, negotiating a betrothal agreement with Nemours without authorization that resulted in his death. And finally, encouraging the duchess to publicly repudiate one of our most powerful barons. Not to mention your mother’s planned treachery. They are still not convinced you are not part of it.”
Duval does not react to this long list of crimes until he hears the last one. "Who brought that up?” he asks sharply.
“Marshal Rieux.”
Duval buries his head in his hands, but whether in defeat or frustration, I cannot tell.
“Surely the duchess or the chancellor spoke on Duval’s behalf?” I ask. "Explained the true nature of his actions?”
“The duchess did,” Dunois replies, “but since the issue before the council was whether Duval was exercising undue influence over her, no one listened.”
“But what of Chancellor Crunard?” I ask. “It was largely his decision to install me in Duval’s household. He also knows the reason Duval was meeting with Runnion and Martel. And he voted for the Nemours alliance rather than the d’Albret one. Did he not explain any of that?”
“Not in detail, no. He argued forcefully on Duval’s behalf, but the others would not be swayed.”
"What do they plan to do?” Duval asks.
“They think to arrest you in the morning. At the chancellor’s suggestion, they are considering putting you under house arrest rather than sending you to a prison cell. we will meet first thing in the morning and take a vote.”
The rank unfairness of this has me gaping at Dunois. “How can they ignore all those who have moved so openly against the duchess but lock up Duval based on a thin web of unfounded accusations?”
Dunois glances uneasily at Duval. “Because they feel powerless and wish to take some action, even if it is not the right one.”