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  Lightwood had died. To see if Benedict had also lied that she had died of grief. "

  "And had he?" Tessa leaned forward, fascinated.

  "Yes. In fact, she cut her own wrists. But there was more. " He looked down at the paper in his hand. "A shield-shaped rash, indicative of the heraldic marks of astriola, upon the left shoulder. " He held it out to Will, who took it and scanned it, his blue eyes widening.

  "A striola," he said. "That is demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!" He rol ed up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.

  "Ouch!" Jem rubbed his head rueful y. "The words meant nothing to me! I assumed it a minor sort of ailment. It hardly seemed as if it were what kil ed her. She slit her wrists, but if Benedict wanted to protect his children from the fact that their mother had taken her own life-"

  "By the Angel," said Charlotte softly. "No wonder she kil ed herself.

  Because her husband gave her demon pox. A nd she knew it. " She whirled on Sophie, who made a little gasping noise. "Does Gideon know of this?"

  Sophie shook her head, saucer-eyed. "No. "

  "But wouldnt the Silent Brothers be obligated to tell someone if they discovered this?" Henry demanded. "It seems-well, dash it, irresponsible to say the least-"

  "Of course they would tell someone. They would tell her husband. And no doubt they did, but what of it? Benedict probably already knew," said Will.

  "There would have been no need to tell the children; the rash appears when one has first contracted the disease, so they were too old for her to have passed it on to them. The Silent Brothers doubtless told Benedict, and he said Horrors! and promptly concealed the whole thing. One cannot prosecute the dead for improper relations with demons, so they burned her body, and that was that. "

  "So how is it that Benedict is still alive?" Tessa demanded. "Should the disease not have kil ed him by now?"

  "Mortmain," said Sophie. "Hes been giving him drugs to slow the progress of the disease all this time. "

  "Slow it, not stop it?" asked Will.

  "No, hes still dying, and faster now," said Sophie. "Thats why hes so desperate, and hel do anything Mortmain wants. "

  "Demon pox!" Will whispered, and looked at Charlotte. Despite his clear excitement, there was a steady light flickering behind his blue eyes, a light of sharp intel igence, as if he were a chess player examining his next move for potential advantages or drawbacks. "We must contact Benedict immediately," said Will. "Charlotte must play on his vanity. He is too sure of getting the Institute. She must tell him that though the Consuls official decision is not scheduled until Sunday, she has realized that it is he who Will come out ahead, and she wishes to meet with him and make peace before it happens. "

  "Benedict is stubborn-," Charlotte began.

  "Not as much as is he is proud," said Jem. "Benedict has always wanted control of the Institute, but he also wants to humiliate you, Charlotte. To prove that a woman cannot run an Institute. He believes that Sunday the Consul Will rule to take the Institute away from you, but that does not mean he Will be able to pass up a chance to see you grovel in private. "

  "To what end?" Henry demanded. "Sending Charlotte to confront Benedict accomplishes what, exactly?"

  "Blackmail," said Will. His eyes were burning with excitement. "Mortmain may not be in our grasp, but Benedict is, and for now that may be enough. "

  "You think he Will walk away from trying to get the Institute? Wont that simply leave the business for one of his fol owers to take up?" Jem asked.

  "Were not trying to get rid of him. We want him to throw his full support behind Charlotte. To withdraw his chal enge and to declare her fit to run the Institute. His fol owers Will be at a loss; the Consul Will be satisfied. We hold the Institute. And more than that, we can force Benedict to tell us what he knows of Mortmain-his location, his secrets, everything. "

  Tessa said dubiously, "But I am almost certain he is more afraid of Mortmain than he is of us, and he certainly needs what Mortmain provides.

  Otherwise he Will die. "

  "Yes, he will. But what he did-having improper relations with a demon, then infecting his wife, causing her death-is the knowing murder of another Shadowhunter. It would not be considered only murder, either, but murder accomplished through demonic means. That would call down the worst of all punishments. "

  "What is worse than death?" asked Tessa, and immediately regretted saying it as she saw Jems mouth tighten almost imperceptibly.

  "The Silent Brothers Will remove that which makes him Nephilim. He Will become Forsaken," said Will. "His sons Will become mundane, their Marks stripped. The name of Lightwood Will be stricken from the rol s of Shadowhunters. It Will be the end of the Lightwood name among Nephilim.

  There is no greater shame. It is a punishment even Benedict Will fear. "

  "And if he does not?" said Jem in a low voice.

  "Then, we are no worse off, I suppose. " It was Charlotte, whose expression had hardened as Will had spoken; Sophie was leaning against the mantel, a dejected figure, and Henry, his hand on his wifes shoulder, looked unusual y subdued. "We Will call on Benedict. There is no time to send a proper message ahead; it Will have to be something of a surprise. Now, where are the call ing cards?"

  Will sat upright. "Youve decided on my plan, then?"

  "Its my plan now," said Charlotte firmly. "You may accompany me, Will, but you Will fol ow my lead, and there Will be no talk of demon pox until I say so. "

  "But-but . . . " Will sputtered.

  "Oh, leave it," said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle.

  "Shes annexed my plan!"

  "Will," Tessa said firmly. "Do you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?"

  Will pointed a finger at her. "That," he said. "The second one. "

  Charlotte rol ed her eyes skyward. "Wil iam, this Will be either on my terms or not at all. "

  Will took a deep breath, and looked at Jem, who grinned at him; Will let the air out of his lungs with a defeated sigh and said, "Al right, then, Charlotte. Do you intend for all of us to go?"

  "You and Tessa, certainly. We need you as witnesses regarding the party.

  Jem, Henry, there is no need for you to go, and we require at least one of you to remain and guard the Institute. "

  "Darling . . . " Henry touched Charlottes arm with a quizzical look on his face.

  She looked up at him in surprise. "Yes?"

  "Youre sure you dont want me to come with you?"

  Charlotte smiled at him, a smile that transformed her tired, pinched face.

  "Quite sure, Henry; Jem isnt technical y an adult, and to leave him here alone -not that he isnt capable-wil only add fuel to Benedicts fire of complaints.

  But thank you. "

  Tessa looked at Jem; he gave her a regretful smile and, hidden behind the spread of her skirts, pressed her hand with his. His touch sent a warm rush of reassurance through her, and she rose to her feet, amid Will rising to go, while Charlotte sought for a pen to scribble a note to Benedict on the back of a flossed call ing card, which Cyril would deliver while they waited in the carriage.

  "Id best fetch my hat and gloves," Tessa whispered to Jem, and made her way to the door. Will was just behind her, and a moment later, the drawing room door swinging shut behind them, they found themselves alone in the corridor. Tessa was about to hurry down the hal toward her room, when she heard Will s footsteps behind her.

  "Tessa!" he called, and she swung around. "Tessa, I need to speak with you. "

  "Now?" she said, surprised. "I gathered from Charlotte that she wanted us to hurry-"

  "Damn hurrying," said Will, coming closer to her. "Damn Benedict Lightwood and the Institute and all this business. I want to talk to you. " He grinned at her. There had always been a reckless energy to him, but this was different-the difference between the recklessness of despair
and the abandonment of happiness. But what an odd time to be happy!

  "Have you gone quite mad?" she asked him. "You say demon pox the way someone else might say massive surprise inheritance. Are you real y that pleased?"

  "Vindicated, not happy, and anyway, this isnt about the demon pox. This is about you and me-"

  The drawing room door opened, and Henry emerged, Charlotte just behind him. Knowing Jem would be next, Tessa stepped away from Will hastily, though nothing improper had transpired between them at all. Except in your thoughts, said a little voice in the back of her mind, which she ignored. "Will, not now," she said under her breath. "I believe I know what it is you want to say, and youre quite right to wish to say it, but this isnt the time or place, is it? Believe me, I am as eager for the talk as you, for it has been weighing heavily on my mind-"

  "You are? It has?" Will looked dazed, as if she had hit him with a rock.

  "Wel -yes," said Tessa, looking up to see Jem coming toward them. "But not now. "

  Will fol owed her gaze, swal owed, and nodded reluctantly. "Then, when?"

  "Later, after we go to the Lightwoods. Meet me in the drawing room. "

  "In the drawing room?"

  She frowned at him. "Real y, Will," she said. "Are you going to repeat everything I say?"

  Jem had reached them, and heard this last remark; he grinned. "Tessa, do let poor Will gather his wits about him; hes been out all night and looks as if he can barely remember his own name. " He put his hand on his parabatais arm. "Come along, Herondale. You seem as if you need an energy rune-or two or three. "

  Will tore his eyes away from Tessas and let Jem lead him off down the corridor. Tessa watched them, shaking her head. Boys, she thought. She would never understand them.

  Tessa had gone only a few steps into her bedroom when she stopped in surprise, staring at what was on the bed. A stylish walking suit of cream and gray striped India silk, trimmed with delicate braid and silver buttons. Gray velvet gloves lay beside it, figured with a pattern of leaves in silver thread. At the foot of the bed were bone-colored buttoned boots, and fashionable patterned stockings.

  The door opened, and Sophie came in, holding a pale gray hat with trimmings of silver berries. She was very pale, and her eyes were swol en and red. She avoided Tessas gaze. "New clothing, miss," Sophie said. "The fabric was part of Mrs. Branwel s trousseau, and, well, a few weeks ago she thought of having it made into a dress for you. I think she thought you ought to have some clothes that Miss Jessamine didnt buy for you. She thought it might make you more-comfortable. And these were just delivered this morning. I asked Bridget to lay them out for you. "

  Tessa felt tears sting the backs of her eyes and sat down hastily on the edge of the bed. The thought that Charlotte, with everything else that was going on, would think of Tessas comfort at all made her want to cry. But she stifled the urge, as she always did. "Sophie," she said, her voice uneven. "I ought-no, I wanted-to apologize to you. "

  "Apologize to me, miss?" Sophie said tonelessly, laying the hat on the bed. Tessa stared. Charlotte wore such plain clothes herself. She never would have thought of her as having the inclination or taste to choose such lovely things.

  "I was entirely wrong to speak to you about Gideon as I did," said Tessa. "I put my nose in where it was decidedly not wanted, and you are quite correct, Sophie. One cannot judge a man for the sins of his family. And I should have told you that, though I saw Gideon at the bal that night, I cannot say he was partaking of the festivities; in fact, I cannot see into his head to determine what he thinks at all, and I should not have behaved as if I could. I am no more experienced than you, Sophie, and where it comes to gentlemen, I am decidedly uninformed. I apologize for acting superior; I shant do it again, if only youl forgive me. "

  Sophie went to the wardrobe and opened it to reveal a second dress-this one of a very dark blue, trimmed with a golden velvet braid, the polonaise slashed down the right side to reveal pale fail e flounces beneath. "So lovely,"

  she said a little wistful y, and touched it lightly with her hand. Then she turned to Tessa. "That were-that was a very pretty apology, miss, and I do forgive you. I forgave you in the drawing room, I did, when you lied for me. I dont approve of lying, but I know you meant it out of kindness. "

  "It was very brave, what you did," said Tessa. "Tel ing the truth to Charlotte.

  I know how you feared shed be angry. "

  Sophie smiled sadly. "She isnt angry. Shes disappointed. I know. She said she couldnt talk to me now but she would later, and I could see it, on her face. Its worse in a way, somehow. "

  "Oh, Sophie. Shes disappointed in Will all the time!"

  "Well, who isnt. "

  "Thats not what I meant. I meant she loves you, like you were Will or Jem or-well, you know. Even if shes disappointed, you must stop fearing shel sack you. She wont. She thinks youre wonderful, and so do I. "

  Sophies eyes widened. "Miss Tessa!"

  "Well, I do," said Tessa mutinously. "You are brave and selfless and lovely.

  Like Charlotte. "

  Sophies eyes shone. She wiped at them hastily with the edge of her apron. "Now, thats enough of that," she said briskly, still blinking hard. "We must get you dressed and ready, for Cyrils coming round with the carriage, and I know Mrs. Branwel doesnt want to waste any time. "

  Tessa came forward obediently, and with Sophies help she changed into the gray and white striped dress. "And do be careful, is all I have to say," said Sophie as she deftly wielded her buttonhook. "The old man is a nasty piece of work, and dont forget it. Very harsh, he is, on those boys. "