Jane Vows Vengeance (9 page)

“I bloody well can!” Jane called out. “Now come out, whoever you are.”

“I think she’s drunk,” Miriam said. “Smell her breath.”

“I am
not
drunk,” said Jane testily. “Really, can none of you hear the two boys talking?”

Lucy shook her head. Ben did the same. Jane ignored Miriam, who was shaking her head so forcefully it looked as if she was trying to unscrew it, and turned to Walter. “Seriously, you don’t hear anything?”

“Not a thing,” he said. “Maybe it’s voices coming up the stairs from below. I’m sure there are all kinds of weird things going on with the acoustics in this place.”

“Maybe,” Jane said, but she sounded doubtful.

“Shall we begin?” asked Ben.

“Absolutely,” Walter said. “We only have the place to ourselves for another twenty minutes.”

“This won’t take that long,” said Ben. He smiled at Jane. “Deep breath,” he joked. “It will all be over before you know it.”

“That’s what the executioner said to Thomas More,” said one of the voices. This was followed by mad giggling.

Jane ignored them and listened as Ben began the ceremony. Although he was a rabbi, they had decided to perform just a simple ceremony now and hold the more traditional Jewish wedding when they returned home to Brakeston.

“We are gathered today in this place of deep history to witness the joining of Walter Aaron Fletcher and Elizabeth Jane Fairfax.”

“Getting married in the White Tower,” said one of the boys. “Seems bad luck to me.”

Jane gritted her teeth, forcing herself to not look around or say anything. She didn’t know why she was the only one who could hear the boys, but this was not the time to try to figure it out.
I’m going to enjoy my wedding if it kills me
, she thought as she squeezed Walter’s hand.

“Ow,” he yelped.

“Sorry,” Jane whispered, loosening her grip.

Ben continued. “Before I join them together as man and wife, if anyone present can show just cause as to why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony, let him—or her—speak now.”

Jane half expected Miriam to stand up and object. However, it was a male voice that said, loudly and clearly, “I declare the existence of an impediment!”

That’s from a book
, Jane thought vaguely as she turned to see who had spoken.

Standing in the middle of the aisle, halfway between the altar and the chapel entrance, was a man. Of average height and build, he had a handsome face with wide, dark eyes and a neatly trimmed ginger beard. His dress was old-fashioned, the black suit something that might have been worn by a man in the time of King Edward VII. Yet he wore it with such comfort that he gave no indication of pretense or theatrics, as if his entire closet were full of similar garments that were worn on a daily basis.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the man said, advancing toward the altar. “I was only recently made aware of the impending nuptials, and got here as quickly as I could. Thankfully, I am in time to prevent a great tragedy.”

Jane, watching the man approach, felt herself begin to shake. Walter, standing beside her, put his hand on her shoulder. “Jane, do you know this man?”

The man stopped and smiled broadly, one corner of his mouth lifting up in a rakish smirk. “Yes, Jane, do you know this man?”

Walter was looking at Jane, who was looking at the intruder and trying to convince herself that he wasn’t who she knew him to be. She tried to speak, but found that her throat was dry.

“I’m afraid this is a bit of a shock for her, poor thing,” the man said. He stepped forward. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Joshua Mobley.”

Jane groaned and closed her eyes.
This isn’t happening
, she told herself.

“I don’t think she was expecting this,” the voice of one of the boys cut through the thoughts in her head.

“Who are you?” Jane yelled, throwing her bouquet to the floor.

“You mean you don’t remember me?” Joshua sounded wounded.

“Not you, Joshua,” said Jane. “The other ones.”

“What other ones?” he asked.

Jane was turning around, glaring at the stone walls. “The ones that keep talking,” she said. “The two boys.”

“Wait a minute,” said Walter. “So you
do
know this man?”

“Of course I do,” Jane said, still trying to ferret out the source of the voices. “He’s my husband. Now where are you?”

“Husband?” Walter said.

“Husband?” Miriam said.

“Husband?” Lucy said.

“Husband,” Joshua said.

Jane, realizing what she’d just done, stopped searching and turned around. “I mean he
was
my husband,” she said. “He’s not anymore.”

“Well now, see, that’s the problem,” Joshua said. “Technically, we never got divorced.”

“Joshua, it was almost two hundred—a very long time ago,” Jane said, exasperated. “And we were married for all of a week.”

“Nine days,” said Joshua.

“Nine days,” Jane said. “I don’t even think that counts.”

“Lady Jane Grey reigned for only nine days and yet her name is listed alongside those of England’s other queens,” Joshua said.

“Unless one of us is a queen, it isn’t the same thing,” Jane said.

For a moment Joshua seemed to consider saying something, then he waved a hand dramatically and continued. “There was a minister,” he said. He looked at Ben. “That means it counts, right, Father?”

“I’m a rabbi,” Ben said. “And I’m staying out of this.”

“Well, I’m not,” said Miriam, standing up. She marched over
to Joshua, Lilith in her arms. The little dog took one sniff of Joshua and bared her teeth. “Just as I suspected.” She glanced at Jane. “Another one,” she said, shaking her head.

Walter took both of Jane’s hands in his. “Jane, are you really married to this man?”

Jane shook her head. “No. I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think so. I
didn’t
think so.”

Walter let go of her. “How could you not mention this?” he said, his voice angry. “You have a husband and it never occurred to you to tell me?”

“It was a
very
long time ago,” Jane said. “Honestly, I’d forgotten all about him until a few moments ago.”

“You wound me,” said Joshua, placing his palm against his chest.

“Oh, shut up,” Jane snapped. “Who put you up to this anyway?”

Joshua’s eyes grew wide, like a very sad spaniel’s. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Someone told you to come here,” said Jane. “Who was it?”

“It was my heart,” Joshua said. “You called out to it and I came. I’ve missed you, Jane.”

“Nonsense,” Jane said. She turned to her fiancé, who was looking from her to Joshua and back again. “Walter, listen to me. I married Joshua when I was very young.”

“Not that young,” said Joshua. “Actually, many people thought of you as a spinster.”

Jane stopped him with a glance. “I was very young,” she repeated. “It was only for a few days and I
thought
it was taken care of.”

Walter looked at her. “I don’t know what to say, Jane. You want me to believe that you completely forgot about marrying him? I know you can be forgetful sometimes, but I find it difficult to believe that even you could forget having a husband.”

Jane desperately wanted to tell him that the marriage was
almost two centuries in the past, that she’d married Joshua only because she feared she would otherwise be alone forever. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t because she’d never been truthful with him about who—and what—she really was.

“Yes,” she said weakly. “That’s what I want you to believe.”

“Well,
I
don’t believe it,” Miriam said, snorting.

“I don’t care what you think!” Jane shouted. She advanced on Miriam. “You’ve done nothing but try to come between us since the day you heard about me. Well, I’ve had enough.”

She felt her fangs click into place, and she opened her mouth. Because her back was to everyone else, only Miriam saw.

“You wouldn’t,” she said, taking a step back.

“She’s a vampire!” cried a boy’s voice. “That’s how come she can hear us.”

“She’s probably come looking for Crispin’s Needle,” said the other.

Jane’s fangs retracted and she whirled around. “What did you say?” she said.

“Who? Me?” Joshua and Walter said simultaneously.

“Not you two,” she said. “The other ones.”

“Us?” said Lucy and Ben in tandem.

Jane waved them away. “Shh,” she said. “I’m waiting for them to answer me.”

“She’s lost her mind,” said Miriam. “She’s hearing voices. I knew she was unstable.” She pointed at Walter. “I
told
you.”

Jane looked at Joshua. “You can hear them too, can’t you?”

“I don’t hear anything,” Joshua replied.

Jane didn’t know whether she believed him or not. His face gave nothing away.
I suppose it’s possible he’s as bad at being a vampire as I am
, she thought.

“Jane, we have to talk about this,” Walter said.

Jane focused her attention on him. “I know,” she said. “And we will. I just have to sort some things out and then it will all be fine. We’re still getting married. Just perhaps not today.”

Walter shook his head. “No,” he said. “Not today. And maybe not ever.”

Jane couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Walter’s voice sounded not only sad, but cold, as if he’d reluctantly come to a decision he didn’t want to make.

“Please, Walter,” she said. “Just trust me. This”—she indicated Joshua—“is nothing.”

“I am not nothing,” Joshua said, sniffing.

Jane ignored him. “Walter, why don’t you and your
mother
go back to the hotel. I need to speak to Joshua and see if we can clear this up. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“She’s going to run off with him,” Miriam declared. “Mark my words.”

“No, she won’t,” Lucy said, giving Miriam a stern look. She began herding everyone ahead of her and out of the chapel. “Now come on. Let’s go get a drink. For some reason I feel like a Bloody Mary.” She looked at Jane. “Are you going to be okay?”

Jane nodded. “Try to talk to Walter for me,” she said.

When Jane and Joshua were alone Jane said, “First, what are you doing here? Second, what do you know about Crispin’s Needle?”

“Working back to front,” said Joshua, “nothing, and I couldn’t let another man have you.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Jane said. “We haven’t laid eyes on each other in almost two hundred years.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t still be in love with you,” said Joshua. “Remember, you’re the one who left me without so much as a goodbye.”

“You know as well as I do that it was a foolish mistake,” Jane told him. “We were never going to be suited to each other. Why, we never even … you know,” she said.

“Walked in the garden of love?” leered Joshua.

Jane made a face. “Now I remember why I couldn’t go through with it. You’re a lovely man, but then you start to talk and
it all goes to pieces. What was it you said to me on our wedding night? Oh, yes, it’s all coming back to me now.” She cleared her throat and in an obvious imitation of Joshua said, “ ‘Let my key unlock your treasure chest and I will string for you a necklace of rarest pearls.’ ”

“That’s sublime!” Joshua exclaimed.

“It’s filthy!” Jane countered.

“You just don’t appreciate poetry,” said Joshua. “You never did. Now
I’m
starting to remember a few things about
you
. You never were supportive of my poems.”

“Because they were terrible,” Jane said. “I only fell for you because you reminded me a bit of Byron.”

“You’re a cruel woman, Jane Austen,” Joshua said. “Your heart is cold as winter’s breath.”

“Don’t call me that!” Jane barked. “And stop it with the metaphors. They’re unnecessary. Everyone knows what cold is.”

“Yes, but it’s the
degree
of coldness,” Joshua argued.

Jane rolled her eyes. “I’m not having this argument again,” she said. “The point is, after two hundred years we can’t be married. I mean technically yes, we can be, but surely there’s a statute of limitations on these things. It’s not as if we can apply for a divorce after all this time. They’ll think we’re insane.”

“Then I suppose we’ll just have to stay married,” said Joshua. “Tough break for you and that Walter fellow. He seems nice, by the way.”

“He is,” Jane said. “And I love him. That’s why we’re going to figure a way out of this. But right now I want to talk about Crispin’s Needle.”

“I told you, I don’t know what it is,” Joshua said.

“But
they
do,” said Jane, looking around.

“Who?” Joshua asked.

“The boys,” said Jane. She cleared her throat. “All right, boys. You can come out now. I just want to talk to you. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

The sound of giggling filled the chapel. A moment later the figures of two boys appeared before Jane. One appeared to be about ten years old, the other slightly older. Both were thin, with flowing blond curls and angelic faces. They were dressed alike in black velvet tunics, black hose, and black shoes.

“That explains it,” Jane said. “Ghosts.” She looked at the boys more carefully. “I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

The boys struck a pose so that the smaller one clutched the larger’s right hand with his left. Turning his hips to the side, he placed his right hand on his brother’s shoulder while the taller boy held in his left hand a velvet cap. Both boys opened their eyes wide so that they took on the appearance of frightened angels.

“The painting!” Jane exclaimed. “The one by Millais. You’re—” She tried very hard to remember, but the names escaped her.

“Prince Edward the Fifth of England,” said the taller boy, shaking his head.

“And—” began the second.

“Richard of Shrewsbury!” Joshua cried out. “First Duke of York.”

“That is correct,” said the smaller boy, bowing.

“I would have gotten it in a moment,” said Jane when they gave her dirty looks. “I was just a little bit flustered.” She turned to Joshua. “So you can see them, then?”

“Yes, yes,” said Joshua. “And they do look remarkably like the painting.”

“We should,” said Edward.

“We posed for it,” Richard explained.