Marco nodded. He was, after all, no heretic, and knew no reason to fear . . . except knowing that Sophia and Luciano used Strega magic in their healing and that some of the herbs he’d dealt in were “blessed.” Even the frightening Pauline monks could find no real stain on his soul, surely? Like this wedding, it was nothing to be afraid of.
Dorma studied him for a moment. “The sooner we can do this wedding the better, Marco. I’ve already quietly cleared the way. If you are certain . . .”
Marco shrugged. He could hear a little voice somewhere inside shrieking at him—too fast! too fast! you haven’t even talked to Kat!—but he ignored it resolutely. Kat’s letter had been . . . harsh and angry.
“Yes, I’m certain.” His voice sounded hollow. “Do it tomorrow, if you wish.”
Again, Dorma heaved a sigh of relief. Then, shook his head and smiled. “That’d be a bit rushed, Marco. How about the day after tomorrow?”
When Marco nodded his head, even his head felt hollow.
* * *
“You seen Kat?”
Benito knew Maria’s work patterns well enough to know she’d deliberately waited around to speak to him this morning. He shook his head. “Not in a while. Since that night at Zianetti’s. She keeps herself to herself, does that Kat.”
Maria sighed. “I need to talk to her. Even if Caesare says to leave her alone.”
Curiosity and protective instinct rose in Benito. He’d promised Caesare . . . “What about?”
“Nothing to do with you,” Maria snapped. She paused, looking uncomfortable. “Well, I guess he is your brother.”
Benito had it now. “Marco’s getting married has nothing to do with Kat, Maria. It’s . . . it’s Case Vecchie stuff. They don’t marry for love. It’s all for politics and money. Caesare explained. Kat’s . . . she’s trouble. A canal girl. Marco can’t . . . He doesn’t have that choice. And . . . Oh hell. Don’t cry, Maria.”
Maria sniffed determinedly. “You don’t know everything, Benito Valdosta. More like, you know very little.”
Benito handed over an embroidered handkerchief that had belonged to a Case Vecchie lady only yesterday. You had to keep your hand in even if you weren’t going to make a regular thing of the snatch. He offered a cautious pat, and was rewarded by a roundhouse swing. She was feeling better. “Si. I don’t like it much either, Maria. But Dorma will look after Marco. And I don’t know where to look for Kat.”
Maria shook her head. “I’ve been to her house. Twice. The first time I left a note under the water-door.”
Benito cleared his throat, unsure what to say. He’d been helping her with her reading and writing now that Marco had moved out. Maria wasn’t stupid. But like most women—except courtesans—she was illiterate. She could tally like anything. But her writing was still limited to her name and a few words.
“I kept it simple,” she snapped. “But she didn’t come, so I went around. The old man said she wasn’t there. I was kind of hoping you’d seen her. Or might know where else to look. I’ve got to talk to her before Marco goes off—idiot!—and gets married.”
Benito shook his head. “I’ll keep an eye out for her. But it’s too late, Maria. It’s as good as done. I wondered if I should have gone, but Marco said ‘stay away.’ He’s having the test of faith before the wedding tomorrow—an’ he didn’t want me around. Besides . . . he said it wasn’t like it was going to be a real marriage or anything.”
Maria looked stormy. “You should have stopped him, Benito! You could have stopped him.”
Benito felt uncomfortable. That had been his first, irrational reaction. But he’d talked it over with Caesare . . . “You don’t understand.”
Maria lifted her square chin. “I do understand, Benito Valdosta. Maybe you will one day.”
She turned and left, slamming the door behind her.
* * *
Caesare, when he came down a few minutes later, was in a far better mood. “I had word last night that the job you pulled for me getting that door open over at the Accademia has paid off handsomely. First time I’ve ever been paid by two separate parties for the same job. You’ll need to do a spot of running for me this evening. I can’t really go to either place. But there’ll be a bit of coin in it for you, Benito.”