Waterfall

by Lisa Tawn Bergren

  Luca peeked in. “M’lord,” he said to Fortino, “with your permission-“

  “Come, come,” Fortino said wearily, waving him in and sinking back to his chair.

  I took a seat beside him, and Luca sat across from us, arms on knees. “Was it truly awful?” Luca asked me conspiratorially.

  “About as we suspected,” I said.

  Luca and I’d clued in Fortino as to what had transpired in Siena, and of Paratore’s plans. Luca had told me that Marcello’s brother was once one of the most brilliant strategists in Toscana, before he took ill years before. We needed his expertise. And it was his place, as eldest of the Forelli sons.

  “Father’s anger and fear are dissipating a bit,” Fortino said. “He believes that you intend to leave, Gabriella. But he’ll be beside himself if Marcello returns and you are still here.” He looked at me with regret.

  Luca nodded, considering his words. “Marcello will be five miles out, on the morrow. That was our agreement.”

  “And Gabriella can go to Lord Paratore on the morrow with her final plan.”

  “What plan?” I said, hating the squeak in my voice. “We still don’t have an entry point to suggest to Lord Paratore, right?”

  They shook their heads. Fortino rose on trembling legs and went to the fireplace, stirring the cold ashes and then dividing them into mounds. Luca cast me a wise eye and waited-Marcello’s brother was thinking it through.

  “Lord Paratore knows you are adept with a sword,” Fortino said, looking at me from the corner of his eye. “He knows you are daring. What if you go to him and tell him the truth-that you see no weakness whatsoever in the castle. But his threats are understandably making you fear for your sister’s life. Propose that you take out the two front gate guards yourself Plunge a sword into one, toss a dagger across at the other. Swing down and open the gate before any others can reach you.”

  I opened my eyes wide. “Swing down. Just like that?”

  He looked embarrassed to have assumed so much. “Luca said that you slid down a rope one night-“

  I held up my hand. “That’s quite a plan. But I am not prepared to kill Forelli men to save my sister’s life.”

  “We feign your attack, their death,” Luca said with a shrug, picking up on where Fortino was going. “In the dim, flickering torchlight, it will be easy enough.”

  I leaned back, considering it. “Dare he believe it would be that simple?”

  He thought it through too. “Cosmo Paratore has never had a spy on the inside of Castello Forelli before. Not since his father’s time has there been such unrest between us. It was he who seized that hill and redrew the property boundary. He is power hungry, willing to do whatever he can to secure his place in Florentine society. If Castello Forelli is breached from the front gates, so much the better. That sort of thing lives long in tales around the table. He’ll glory in the plan, and never suspect that reinforcements might be nearby.”

  “And those inside the castle? They could withstand such an attack? Resist them until our reinforcements arrived?”

  “Yes. We’d have them divide into the various corridors. Barricade the doors. Paratore’s men would have to divide as well.”

  That put me on edge. What would happen if they broke through one of those barricades?

  Fortino saw my trepidation and touched my hand comfortingly. “We can build additional barricades that will surprise them, inside the first, further slowing them down.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know, Fortino. It is such a grave risk. If anyone was to perish….”

  “M’lady, we’ve lost many men in the last three years. Lord Paratore and Marcello have been saved, neither side ready to bring down the wrath of the city the opposite represents. But people continually die around them. If this could be decided, now, if we could capture Castello Paratore and claim it for Siena, it is as Marcello hoped. We become more formidable still. It is a wise risk to take, given the increased hostilities between our cities. And freeing your sister becomes an added benefit.”

  “And I am always amenable to rescuing damsels in distress, especially if it means they will be forever grateful to me,” Luca said.

  I smiled at his bravado. “So, when they attack, would a portion of our soldiers go directly to Castello Paratore? Before Lord Paratore could return from here?”

  He knew what I was asking. I didn’t want any chance that Paratore could fall back and get to Lia before us.

  “Mark my words. If Lord Paratore dares to attack Castello Forelli, you will find him nowhere but at the front of his men, charging through those gates.”

  I swallowed hard, imagining the men in crimson coming in on horseback. Open battle within the courtyard. It was hard to fathom.

  “Which isn’t to say that your sister will not be heavily guarded,” Fortino cautioned. “He knows she is significant, a powerful pawn in this game. His only hold on you.”

  I stared at him. “But we can get to her?”

  “M’lady,” Luca said, “all manner of unexpected things transpire during battle. I can promise that I will do everything in my power to get to her, to free her.” He shrugged his shoulders. “That is all I can promise.”

  I sighed and looked around the courtyard. “Begin your preparations. Make it appear as something else. You’re certain Marcello shall return on the morrow?”

  “He promised. Even Lady Rossi couldn’t force him to stay in Siena.”

  I shook my head. Lord Forelli would have a heart attack, seeing me in the same room with his younger son.

  “You shall go to Lord Paratore tonight,” Luca said.

  “And how do I manage that?”

  “Over the wall,” Luca said, waggling his eyebrows. “You’ll bribe a couple of guards. They’ll turn a blind eye, even as they lower you down in a basket. When you return, they’ll raise you back up, making it appear as nothing more than a clandestine exit and entry by a woman with a secret to keep. It will help in convincing Lord Paratore that you can manage the guards, the night of the attack. Tell him you’re using a good measure of your feminine charms. He’s a leech at heart.”

  I sighed. The plan just kept getting better and better.

  “We’ve come this far,” Luca said, cocking his head. “Do you have it in you to see it through?”

  I nodded, pretending to be a hundred times more courageous than I felt.

  But that was the thing about courage. Sometimes you had to fake it to feel it.

  That night, I did as Fortino and Luca had instructed. They’d spoken to the guards, and all was in place. All I had to do was climb the turret stairs and they would have me over the edge in minutes. Under my skirts, I pulled on my skinny jeans. Somehow, having pants on made me feel extra protected, prepared. It seemed silly, even to me, but at that point, I was grasping at anything I had.

  I was about to invite the enemy into what had become my home.

  And I had to go and tell the enemy all about it. Lie with everything in me. Academy Award kind of performance. Make him believe it. If he doubted me at all, we would lose on every front. At Castello Forelli. At Castello Paratore. Lose, lose, lose, I chanted, running down the path.

  There was no horse in the whole basket plan. Which was just as well. It was easier to steal away from Castello Forelli and toward the Paratores without being on top of a mount. But that still meant I had to jog two miles in those cursed slippers again. I wished I could have pulled on tennis shoes as well as jeans, but somewhere along the way my sneakers had been stolen or misplaced.

  I looked about, trying to make out Lucas shape in the shadows of the forest. He had promised to be out here, waiting on me, following me across every acre and back again, even if I didn’t see him. It was vital he was not seen with me. That the Paratore crew all thought I was alone. But it comforted me to think that he shadowed me, watched over me. It allowed me to ignore every spooky sound I heard in the forest, only chalking it up to Luca, on guard duty.

  just put one foot in front of th
e other, I told myself, pressing on, picking my way across the creek in bare feet, donning the cursed slippers again on the other side. I hurried now, thinking of Lia, awaiting me. A half hour later I reached the road that led to Castello Paratore. My heart beat in double time, and not just because of the jog on over there.

  I reached the gates, and the guards lifted torches high, then tossed one down at my feet in order to see me better. I scattered backward, aghast that they risked setting me on fire in order to catch a better glimpse, but I maintained my stance, looking up. A man slid open a tiny view window. “Open the gates, quickly,” I hissed, looking back and forth, as if I was afraid I’d be seen.

  The guard shut the window and the gates creaked open, only wide enough to allow me passage in. They closed quickly behind me, and I tried to get a grip. Wordlessly, I submitted to a search for weapons, but this time, I had come unarmed. There was no reason to endure more groping than was necessary-although they did puzzle over my jeans.

  “It’s the Norman way,” I said. To which they furrowed their brows and shrugged.

  I was then ushered inside the living quarters, through torch-lit halls to the grand salon where I’d first met with Lord Paratore. I steeled myself for the moment when I’d see him again.

  The guards brought me into the room, then slowly closed the doors behind me. I stared at the figure by the fireplace, frowning. He didn’t look quite right. But it was dark in the room. Only three candles in the massive space.

  And then he turned. Lord Vannucci. He gave me his thin-lipped smile and turned to eye Lord Paratore, in the far corner, gazing out the window. My head whipped to face the other man. With both in the room, that whole fight-or-flight thing kicked into high gear. And I had a serious impulse to fly.

  “Lord Vannucci,” I managed. “I am glad you made a safe return.”

  “And I am glad to see you. Although a bit surprised.” He came over to me and circled me. “I thought it was understood that I would come to you at Castello Forelli. Imagine my surprise in finding you had already been here.”

  “I could not wait,” I said, shaking my head, “knowing Evangelia was so close. I had to see her, talk to Lord Paratore myself. And I’ve made progress,” I said eagerly, cursing myself for sounding more like a guilty schoolgirl, eager to make things right, than a trustworthy confidant.

  “I’m interested to hear of it,” he said, pausing before me, taking my hand in his and covering it with the other. “You have a plan?”

  “I believe so.”

  Lord Paratore moved to speak with the guards outside, and then quietly shut the door again. He went to a small table and poured me a glass of wine. I accepted it, cursing my trembling hand.

  My heart was pounding like crazy. Get it together, Gabi. Academy Award, Academy Award..

  “Please, sit. Tell us what you’ve discovered.” Paratore sat across from me. Lord Vannucci sat nearby, staring hard at me. Why? To see if I’d crack?

  Quickly, I began to spit out the plan, lamenting the impenetrable nature of the castle and the audacious attack that would be required to take her.

  “I’ve been inside Castello Forelli,” Lord Vannucci said, leaning toward me. “What is to keep the people from merely barricading themselves in the corridors?”

  “Castello Forelli has not sustained a breach in her gates or walls in decades,” I agreed. “The people sleep with the doors closed, but they are unlocked. I’ve seen servants enter every corridor, late at night, and early in the morning. And I assume that even you, Lord Paratore, would not attack them during the light of day.”

  He nodded at me, as if I’d just tossed him a serious compliment.

  I smiled at him as if I wasn’t thinking jerk in silent reply.

  He looked to Lord Vannucci, and they consulted, turning their backs to me so I couldn’t hear as they considered my plan.

  A quiet knock sounded at the door. Lord Paratore rose and went to open it, swinging both sides wide.

  “Lia,” I breathed. She was a vision, dressed in the palest blue silk, as if she were a princess at a ball.

  “Forgive me,” Lord Paratore said, touching Lia’s bare shoulder lightly, “but I find this necessary to make clear my position to you both.”

  I frowned. What was he talking about?

  Lord Vannucci put a hand on my lower back and propelled me over to the others. At first, I went along willingly, but then I saw Paratore wrap his meaty hand around the back of Lia’s neck. My sister blanched.

  Vannucci’s hand moved to my forearm and gripped it tightly. They dragged us into the hall and to the end, then down a narrow, stone staircase.

  “M’lord, what are you doing?” Lia asked, voice quavering.

  “Ensuring that our plan goes as your sister has laid it out.”

  No. No, no, no!

  “Fear not,” Lord Vannucci said to Lia, but his eyes were on me. “I’m certain this will be soon over. In a day, perhaps two at the most.”

  Dread surged through me. Lord Paratore reached for a torch and went first, pulling Lia behind him. We descended more stairs, curving down into the depths below the castle. It was immediately twenty degrees colder, and I shivered, wanting to rub the chill from my bare arms.

  “Ahh, here we are,” he said proudly, as if he were about to show us his most glorious quarters. He went about the room and lit the other three torches, placing his own on the fourth wall. “It gets so dark down here without a little torchlight. Those shall last a good four or five hours,” he said.

  He pulled Lia to the far wall and wrenched her hands together, wrapping a leather band around them and tying it tight.

  I cried out to her, but Lord Vannucci held me fast, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pressing my back against him, keeping me in place.

  “Please,” I said, tears dripping down my face. Lia did not cry. She merely looked utterly surprised, still unsure this was really unfolding. As if Lord Paratore was joking around, about to let her go and escort her to the ball he had dressed her for.

  But I knew. I knew. This was all about me. And making me remember how much was at stake.

  I closed my eyes, unable to bear watching Lord Paratore attach a hook to Lia’s bindings and the hook to a chain. He reached over and cranked the chain until she had to stand on her tiptoes.

  “Lord Paratore,” she gasped, wide blue eyes upon him.

  But his gaze was on me. He moved to a contraption in the corner and lovingly ran his fingers across it. “Do you know what this is, Lady Betarrini?”

  “I can guess,” I said.

  “You attach a prisoner’s feet here.” He pointed to the bottom. “His hands here, and then you crank, crank until you hear his vertebrae begin to crack and pop. Sometimes it’s his shoulders or knees. I’d wager it would work for a woman as well.”

  Now Lia was crying. “Stop it,” I spit out. “Cease! I understand.” You’re the biggest jerk ever. A bully. And I have to do what you say.

  “Do you? There’s another alternative.” He walked over to a cage in the corner. “She’s a pretty thing. Birdlike. Mayhap I’ll put her up in the corner of the courtyard. Give the men something fine to play with and admire.”

  I shook my head, speechless at his evil taunting.

  “So let’s go through the plan again, Lady Betarrini,” he said. “We shall not have time for a protracted siege. Sienese forces would arrive within hours, and then we’d lose the advantage.”

  “Cut off their messengers. Make certain no word reaches Siena,” I said, remembering what Fortino had told me to say when this came up.

  He lifted his chin, considering my words.

  “But the length of the siege is not up to me; it is up to you. Our deal”-I pried Lord Vannucci’s arm away and turned to face him-“and our deal,” I said, whipping my head around to face Lord Paratore, “was that I help you gain entrance-entrance, that was all. And then you were to give me my sister.”

  The two men shared a long look, then glanced back to me.

>   “Gain us entrance as you promised, and in two days’ time, you will be away with your sister, under the protection of my own men,” Lord Paratore said. “You will reach Firenze as day breaks, your load of gold behind you.” He stepped forward and stared down at me. “Go now, Lady Betarrini, back to the Forellis,” he said slowly, “before you are missed.”

  I looked to Lia. “I’ll be back for you,” I promised. She nodded, trying to be brave, but there were still tears running down her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, I turned to go, but Lord Vannucci put an arm in front of the doorway. I looked up at him. What now?

  “Know this, m’lady,” he said in a whisper, leaning toward my ear, “if we run into a trap, your sister will bear the full cost of your betrayal. She will die, and not before she begs for it.”

  I was walking with Luca the next morning, telling him of Castello Paratore’s dungeon and the route inward, shivering at the thought of Lia still suffering, listening to details of Fortino’s plan, when the guards called down to open the gates.

  Fortino wanted Paratore to believe that he could have the castello-so that Marcello, in turn, could attack Castello Paratore and claim due provocation. If war came, they were ready for that, too. Years of having to hold back, of not being able to invite full-on war, was about to end. Fury and greed could have their full sway.

  And it all hinged on the Betarrini girls’ arrival from the twentyfirst century. Super.

  We paused and watched as an old, hunched-over man came limping into the castello courtyard, pulling a mule, which in turn pulled a cart loaded with hay. Two guards moved in on the old man to search his robes.

  But as soon as the gates screeched to a close behind him, he lifted his hood and straightened. The guards took a step back and laughed.

  It took a sec, but then I knew.