Chapter Fifty-Three
The Cardinal had apparently aged a great deal in the time that had passed since Saito and Louise had last seen him. Once they were inside his office, he turned to stare at all three of them. The office was surprisingly devoid of paperwork, or books. It was as if it had been recently emptied of pretty much everything but the desk and a few chairs.
"May we dispense with the usual pleasantries and reach the core of the matter?" the Cardinal asked, his voice wary and tired.
"You have never been one to mince words, Mazarin. Has time changed you?" Karin remarked dryly.
"One never knows," the Cardinal said. "I would have thought after what you learned, you might be less inclined to-" his eyes moved to the perplexed Saito and Louise. "You...did not tell her?"
"Well-actually," Louise stammered, "It's more like-on whose side are you!?"
The Cardinal blinked owlishly, just as Karin did pretty much the same.
"You told me she was my mother, and sent us her way with a letter, but-but then we were attacked by this guy who wanted to kill us, and I ended up opening the letter, because it didn't make any sense why the guy would say something like 'the crown', but in the letter-in the letter you wrote I was an impostor! So-" Louise wrung her hands in disbelief. "Just-I don't understand. It's clear now that you weren't lying when you spoke to us, but why lie in a letter?"
"I...I presume I know nothing of the sorts, but it does confirm my suspicions," the Cardinal said softly. "Someone must have swapped the letters. I can only presume it must have been done while the letter was still in my office, in the time before you departed once more."
"Could someone tell me what is going on?" Karin asked, "Before I leave to ask Pierre to fetch my swordwand, that is, because I have a feeling I will be needing it shortly."
The cardinal exhaled. "Well, this was a long time coming," he neared a drawer, and pulled out what looked like a large glass vase containing an amber liquid. He poured a glass, and then shrugged, proceeding to chug on the bottle as he gestured for Louise -and by consequence Saito- to 'explain'.
Louise didn't explain, mostly because she was too busy trying to understand how a Cardinal could possibly drink that much alcohol without dying.
When Saito finished his very brief explanation, Karin's hands had already grabbed the cardinal by the hem of his clothes, and was busy throttling him quite severely.
"How long!?" Karin snarled. "How long did you hide her from me, you vicious son of a-"
"My mother was a honest lady!" the Cardinal shot back angrily, slamming the glass vase on the ground, where it shattered. "The only one to blame is you, Duchess!" he held the wrists of the Duchess, "You couldn't wait! You had to find your daughter on the double! On the triple! Didn't matter the number of diplomatic accidents it would cause! Didn't matter if the Germanian ambassador was throttled out of a window, or if half the knights of the corps suddenly resigned to follow you in your inane crusade! For three years I sought out your daughter through my own means, just so I could slap in your face your weakness when compared to the Crown!" the Cardinal's face was red. "But then you had to go and move a mountain. You had to build an outpost, you just had to order the knights of the Manticore to follow you! And those fools did! The King told them not to, and they followed you!"
The Cardinal snarled, jabbing one of his fingers straight against the middle of Karin's chest. "Do you have any idea what that meant?! That was the closest you could have gone to treason! The Crown has power as long as the people that swear fealty to it respect it! But to find your daughter you decided to shit on-"
Louise cried out in shock, clutching her ears.
"Everything!" Mazarin continued. "The nobles whispered! It's always been about magic, our nobility! The Duchess can move a mountain-what can our King do? The Duke's the bastard in the royal line, he's a descendant of Brimir too! So, frankly? When someone killed your second daughter?" his eyes narrowed. "I was glad they did just to see you realize how weak you were."
The cardinal ended up flying against the wall, his back hitting the empty shelf and cracking it apart in a shower of splinters. "You overstep yourself!" the Duchess roared, blades of wind forming all around her as they began to soar and spin with quite the deadly precision.
"Mother! Please stop!" Louise screamed, rushing to clutch on to one of Karin's arm.
The cardinal spat out a bolus of blood from his mouth, and stood back up, if shakily holding on to the side of the wall.
"So no," the cardinal hissed. "I had no intention of giving you back your daughter just so you could return to court with your heir after having thrown the worst of all temper tantrums. My king died of worry and heartache, fearing for his kingdom to be divided, because of you!" he pointed an accusing finger at Karin, which made the woman slightly wince at the accusation. "The Queen would never have punished you. The Princess is too innocent for the politics of the court. So I did what I had to do for the King and for the Country of Tristain, and there goes not a day where I am not glad I did what I did, because right now, in court, you are alone Duchess."
The cardinal wiped away the blood from his lips and neared the desk, where the glass filled with the amber liquid still remained. "It took me decades, and your husband-oh you should be glad your husband did his best to hold on to what little he had. If you had been alone, I would have taken everything from you, the title, the power, the money-everything, but not your life." The Cardinal drank the liquid, throwing the glass on the floor where it shattered. "Just like you took my King away. Just like you weakened the Crown."
"Mazarin-" Karin tried to speak, but the cardinal actually managed to out-glare the Duchess, which was probably nothing short of a miracle.
"And yet, for all of my work, I was willing to accept my punishment. Founder knows the sleepless nights, how wrong it was to keep a child away from its mother-a child who had no sins for being born to a selfish bitch."
Saito had to bring a hand to his mouth to stifle his gasp of horror.
"So, Duchess, I knew where your daughter was, and I hid it from you. To this day, I will apologize to your daughter a hundred of times, but do not think even for a second I would not do this again," he curled his lips up in disgust, "You committed treason, and you were punished for it. Be thankful the crime was not paid with your life and that of all those who followed you rather than the crown!"
The cardinal then took a deep breath, panting as the silence in the room was interrupted only by the crackling fire in the chimney nearby.
"Now that this is out of the way-" Mazarin said, only for the Duchess to spring into action, grabbing the cardinal by the throat and slamming him once more against the empty bookshelf.
"This will never be out of the way, Mazarin!" the Duchess all but roared, cracking with her air magic the very walls and shattering the windows. "I will never forgive you," Karin snarled. "I would have welcomed death a thousand times over the pain I suffered in these years! You were not merciful, you bastard-you were being vicious and vindictive!"
"I acted...for the best interests...of the Crown," Mazarin hissed back, clutching on to the hand that was doing its best to severe his air flow, "That...makes my actions...justice itself."
The Duchess dropped the cardinal on the ground, and like a lion stalking for prey walked with heavy steps towards Louise, proceeding to hold her tightly as if afraid the cardinal could somehow manage to still whisk her away and make her disappear.
For his part, the cardinal shakily managed to stand back up once more, his will nothing short of legendary. On one side, Saito really didn't like the way the man had done things.
On the other, he had to admire the sheer tenacity a person easily in his seventies needed to stand back up after being treated that way. And, of course, the sheer size of his masculinity to insult - straight to her face - the Duchess.
Yes, Saito could admire a specific trait of a person without admiring the whole person.
On the other hand, Louise had gone through enough pain and misery because of him that Saito couldn't really be a lot sympathetic to the man's effort to hold himself up for the second time.
"Now..." the Cardinal said shakily, "There is a reason the crown did not move against Reconquista, even though by blood and alliance alone we should have," his eyes moved from the Duchess to his desk -or what little remained of it, as a stray blade of wind had neatly severed it in half. "Tristain is being blackmailed into not acting," Mazarin wobbled towards the chair past his desk, which had miraculously survived the onslaught. "The leader of Reconquista managed to get his hands on some letters written by the Princess," the cardinal said as his hands clenched against his knees. "Some compromising letters which, if revealed, could prevent the marriage with Germania. We need that marriage," the cardinal sucked air in sharply. "With the death of the king of Gallia-his body hasn't yet gone cold, we need that marriage to safeguard us when the Gallian army will come knocking for answers."
"Tell them it was Reconquista," Karin snapped.
"Because the security of half our knights corps wasn't enough to stop a lone agent from stepping inside and killing the King, while he was surrounded by nobles of Tristain, and somehow nobody, not even the Heavy Wind, was capable of stopping said knight from leaving?" Mazarin laughed. "They will never believe it. Even if they do, they will demand we move. A shrewd person would force us to wage war for her, send our armies to die on Albion soil, and make us weak."
The cardinal shook his head. "The letters must be recovered, but we cannot send anyone easily recognizable. They have spies within these very walls, and they will know if someone of our usual agents moves."
"So why are we discussing this?" Karin said. "I am renowned throughout the whole land."
"Yes, you are," Mazarin said. "Your daughter, and her partner, are not. If they leave by tomorrow, they can easily reach La Rochelle and take a passage for Albion with no one the wiser. A bit of hair dye, and they will not be recognized by anyone-"
"Cardinal-your next words might very well be your last-"
"She managed to overpower your Cutter Tornado spell, Duchess," the Cardinal snapped. "And the boy had been knocked through a wall, and yet managed to rush to your daughter's side faster than the wind itself. No, Duchess, if you cannot go, then your daughter, who seems to be a deign successor of your magical prowess, should go. Perhaps this would wash away the sins of her mother, who did not heed the call of the Crown until it suited her?"
"I will not send my daughter on a battle zone," the Duchess hissed. "I'll go myself if that's what is needed."
"Then, Duchess, go ahead. Go and turn an entire nation red with blood, but if you miss just one agent of Reconquista, if you miss just one letter, then you will ruin the Crown. When the Queen will hear of the failed marriage of her daughter, when she will hear of what her daughter did, when the whole country will hear of it-then rest assured, her death will be at your feet, just like that of the late king," Mazarin hissed the last words out through a choked down sob. "And I will ensure, if that happens, that you will have to waddle through the corpses of every single noble of the court and their men before I will allow you respite." His eyes narrowed down.
"I'll do it."
Louise's voice had been surprisingly clear. She pushed away from her mother's firm embrace, and stepped right by Saito's side. "But I can't do it alone. Saito?"
"Fine by me, partner," Saito said with a shrug. "There's just one thing I don't understand," he added. "They have the letters and they don't want Tristain to intervene, but then they kill the Gallian king which in turn means Tristain will be forced to intervene all the same?"
"Perhaps they expect Tristain not to intervene at all, anger Gallia, or pacify it, and then spark a war between Germania and Gallia with Tristain in the middle of it. The plan of Reconquista is the unification of all of Brimir's descendants under a single kingdom-" the cardinal took a deep breath. "But it is considerably late, there is much I have yet to do, and I would like it if I had the time to think."
The cardinal opened a drawer of his split in half desk, and pulled out a bottle of a different color -smaller than the 'vase', but still pretty big in its own rights. "Tomorrow at the crack of dawn I will tell you what needs to be done to track down those letters," the man sighed, uncorking the glass bottle, "Now-if you would all kindly vacate the premises..."
They left in silence.
There were no words after all.
There were no words at all, if not for Saito's thoughts ranging from the 'did that really happen?' to 'Man, the cardinal sure can hold his liquor'.