The presence of poisoner fare on the menu—even before the bribes started—was the reason she had chosen to patronize the inn on Highborne Street in the first place. It was one of the few establishments in the capital to consistently offer poisoned food.
“Queen Elsabet may soon come to suspect us.”
“How? Have her visions returned? Is she not taking the tonic?”
“She may no longer trust the tonic.”
“Then you must administer it some other way. Sneak it into her food. Aren’t you poisoners good at that?”
“Terribly good. But the dosage is important. Too little and it will have no effect at all. Too much and it will kill her.”
The innkeeper arrived with Sonia’s ale and also a loaf of bread and some cheese. Sonia thanked her sullenly. “Well,” she said, “she’ll find no evidence. Her suspicion will cost us, though, of that you can be sure. This queen is vindictive. One or both of us are sure to lose our council seats.”
Francesca’s jaw tightened as she watched Sonia pout and eat, stuffing bread and cheese into her cheeks like a squirrel. It made her want to douse her in poisoned tea, force arsenic sugar down her throat. And she would have, if she did not have need of Sonia’s might.
“Is that the way a warrior speaks? So easily of defeat?”
Sonia stopped chewing and spat bread onto the floor. “What, then, would you have me say? What would you have me do?”
“Nothing that you lack the nerve for.”
Sonia sat for a moment. Then she laughed. “Stop goading me. There’s no need. The Beaulins tied their fortune to the Arron carriage long before you and I. Say what it is that you have the nerve to do.”
“I have grown up around enough snakes to know,” Francesca said, “that the one who survives is the one who strikes first. So we will strike first. And perhaps we can put an end to this before word of our involvement ever reaches the queen.”
That night, just before sunrise, Jonathan was wakened by a rap at his door. Groggy, he got out of bed and wrapped himself in a robe. He tried to light a candle, but his drowsy fingers made a mess of the match, and after the insistent knock sounded again, he gave up and went to answer in the dark.
He had no idea who it could be. He had few acquaintances in town who knew the location of his small apartment, and none who would call at such an hour. And the knock came not from the main door that led downstairs to the bakery owned by his landlord but from the side entrance in the alley.
Had he been more fully awake he might have used more caution when opening the door. He might have first asked who it was. But he was not, and so he turned the lock and threw up the latch. The word “who” had barely passed his lips before the hooded figure shoved past him into his drafty hall.
“Who are you? What is this?” he demanded, and his hand searched the table near the entry for something, anything to use as a weapon.
“Quiet, Jonathan. I come on behalf of the queen! I am her maid Bess.”
In the dim light, he could not make out her face, but he detected the movement of her cloak hood lowering.
“Bess?” he asked. They had not spoken often, but he had seen her at the Volroy, a near-constant presence at Queen Elsabet’s side.
“Yes.”
“What are you doing here?” He stepped carefully past her and went back to retrieve the candle, which he lit easily enough now that he had been startled alert. He turned with it and saw Bess, dressed in a long, brown traveling cloak that was just a bit too large for her. She seemed agitated, out of breath and pacing. “Do you . . . bear a message?” He held out his hand.
“If I did, it would not be written,” she said, and slapped it gently away.
“Of course.” He wiped his face roughly with both hands, trying to quicken his wits. “Is the queen all right?”
“Do you have reason to think she would not be?”
“No. Only you here, pacing back and forth and looking like a wolf is on your trail.”
Bess stopped pacing. She took a deep breath. Then she smiled at him, such a warm and fetching smile that he could not help but return it.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have frightened you like this. I shouldn’t have even come here.