she’s on her feet.
“By seven this evening, Margarita.”
She’s already moving away from me, leaning heavily on a crutch.
“Make way for the lady!” shouts a stallholder, and his friends break into laughter. I shake my head as I watch her depart the square.
A candle sputters in the draft as the carpenter’s door opens for only the fifth time. Five of us, out of the whole of our number—dozens of women, perhaps more. The last of the five slips into the room, her face hidden behind her feline mask.
I look around. I remember the first time I encountered this small, damp room with its low ceiling. I thought I was coming to a music recital. Little did I know where the low doorway would lead. Back then, glittering masks crowded the room. Now I stand with four women only. None wears the silver ring of seniority, but what can I expect after my performance at the convent?
“Is this it?” I ask, despairing.
One of the faceless women shrugs. “I came against all my better instincts. There’s a curfew, you know. Pamphlets spreading evil lies about the Segreta. We’re risking our lives, just to be here.”
“I’ve seen the pamphlets, but we cannot rest when our leader languishes in the Piombi. We must help her.”
“She wouldn’t want us to endanger ourselves,” says another woman. “The society is greater than any one individual.”
“So we should just leave her?” I say, my voice raised.
“All I’m saying is—”
Another woman pats the air. “We’re on the same side, remember. Let’s remain calm.”
There’s a sudden creak of wood and the stained door inches open. A slight woman steps into the room, glancing furtively over her shoulder. When she turns her face back to the room, I see a turquoise-lined mask. Paulina! Immediately, I feel my face flush. Last time we saw each other, she was cursing Roberto’s name, clawing at my hair.
But before I can say a word, she rushes over to me and takes me by the shoulders, pulling me to her.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers into my hair. “For everything I said. Everything!” She stands back and her eyes are rimmed with tears. “Please forgive me, Laura.”
I pull her mask back, the better to see her face. She looks dreadful, her eyes bloodshot, her skin sallow. She’s lost weight. “Of course I forgive you. Thank you for coming.”
“What do you want us to do?” asks a woman from behind a fox’s face, and her voice trembles.
I start walking around the room again, moving from one person to the next. I feel hopelessly unsuitable for the role of leader. How can they respect a woman not even eighteen years old? What if they laugh at my plan?
“God knows what they are doing to her,” I say. “We have a power, and we must use it. Secrets!”
“What secret can free Allegreza?” says Paulina.
“Massimo is the key,” I say. “He holds the power to release our leader. And think, what do we know about Massimo?”
“The gunpowder …,” the fox whispers. “Teresa’s secret.”
“That’s right,” I say, pleased to see my thinking is shared. “If the news of the ruined explosives gets out, Massimo will be shamed—publicly disgraced.”
“It’s a risky move,” says the woman in the cat mask.
“If we were forced to make good on our threat to leak this information,” says Paulina, “that would be treason. And with our enemies waiting, Venice’s poor defenses are laid bare.”
I incline my head. “True. But what is more important? Loyalty to the city or to the man who has usurped power? Who has fought harder for us, do you think?”
I watch the others carefully. It’s impossible to read their body language, and their expressions are hidden behind their masks. I don’t even know if Allegreza would approve of this tactic. I could be casting my final die with the Segreta.
One by one, the other members nod.
“I’ll do it,” says Paulina quietly.
“Do what?” I ask.
“You’ll need a volunteer to deliver this message. Someone you can trust.”
“Are you sure?” I say. “I was going to do it myself.”
My childhood friend shrugs. “I have access to the Doge’s palace, don’t I? Why not put it to good use? I can make sure a blackmail letter lands in the right hands.”
I know she’s underplaying things. She’ll be putting herself in a position of extreme danger. If Massimo finds out who delivered the letter … He could lose his temper, drag her to the authorities or exact a colder revenge.
“Allegreza will thank you herself, one day soon,” I say, reaching