“He usually had pretty good grades,” I conceded. “When you talk of empowering Melman and turning him into a tool, I can’t help thinking about the reason; you were priming him to kill me, in a particularly colorful fashion.”
She smiled.
“Yes,” she said, “though probably not as you think. He knew of you, and he had been trained to play a part in your sacrifice. But he acted on his own the day he tried it, the day you killed him. He had been warned against such a solo action, and he paid the price. He was anxious to possess all of the powers he thought would come of it, rather than share them with another. As I said-an asshole.”
I wanted to appear nonchalant, to keep her going. Continuing my meal seemed the best measure to indicate such poise. Then I glanced down, however, I discovered that my soup bowl had vanished. I picked up a roll, broke it, was about to butter it when I saw that my hand was shaking. A moment later I realized that this was because I wanted to strangle her.
So I took a deep breath and let it go, had another drink of wine. An appetizer plate appeared before me, and a faint aroma of garlic and various tantalizing herbs told me to be calm. I nodded thanks to Mandor, and Jasra did the same. A moment later I buttered the roll.
Several mouthfuls after that, I said, “I confess that I do not understand. You say that Melman was to play a part in my ritual slaying-but only a part?”
She continued eating for a half minute or so, then found another smile.
“It was too appropriate an opportunity to pass up,” she told me then, “when you broke up with Julia and she grew interested in the occult. I saw that I would have to get her together with Victor, to have him train her, to teach her a few simple effects, to capitalize on her unhappiness at your parting, to turn it into a full-blown hatred so intense that she would be willing to cut your throat when the time came for the sacrifice.”
I choked on something which otherwise tasted wonderful.
A frosty crystal goblet of water appeared beside my right hand. I raised it and washed everything down. I took another sip.
“Ah, that reaction is worth something, anyhow,” Jasra remarked. “You must admit that having someone you once loved as executioner adds spice to vengeance.”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Mandor was nodding. And I, also, had to agree that she was right.
“I must acknowledge it as a well-conceived bit of revenge,” I said.
“Was Rinaldo in on this part?”
“No, you two had grown too chummy by then. I was afraid he’d warn you.”
I thought about it for another minute or so, then, “What went wrong?” I asked.
“The one thing I’d never have guessed,” she said. “Julia really had talent. A few lessons from Victor, and she was better than he was at anything he could do-except painting. Hell! Maybe she paints, too. I don’t know. I’d dealt myself a wild card, and it played itself.”
I shuddered. I thought of my conversation with the ty’iga at Arbor Horse, back when it was possessing Vinta Bayle. “Did Julia develop the abilities she sought?” it had asked me. I’d told it that I didn’t know. I’d said that she’d never shown any signs. …And shortly thereafter I’d remembered our meeting in the supermarket parking lot and the dog she told to sit that may never have moved again…I’d recalled this, but-
“And you never noticed any indication of her talent?” Jasra ventured.
“I wouldn’t say that,” I replied as I began to realize why things were as they were. “No, I wouldn’t say that.”
…Like that time at Baskin-Robbins when she caused a change of flavors ‘twixt cone and lip. Or the storm she’d stayed dry in without an umbrella…
She frowned a puzzled frown and narrowed her eyes as she stared. “I don’t understand,” she said. “If you knew, you could have trained her yourself: She was in love with you. You would have been a formidable team.”