His Lordship Possessed

by Lynn Viehl

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  In the five seconds of astounded silence that followed, I noticed that Harry had vanished again, Dredmore had acquired a faint Talian accent, and Doyle appeared ready to commit murder himself. Then, without devoting much thought to it, I relieved the inspector of his blade and launched myself at Dredmore, only to be hauled back by a strong arm.

  “Kit. ” Doyle wrestled the knife from my hand before he shoved me away. “Have you gone mad?”

  “That is not Lucien Dredmore. Before Walsh killed himself, he forced the spirit of an evil warlord into Dredmore’s body. ” I told Doyle the rest of it as quickly as I could, and added, “He calls him Zarath. He and the Talians have come to take over Toriana and go to war with the Crown. He’ll use Lucien’s power to do it. ”

  Dredmore smiled. “Such an entertaining tale. You should have become a novel writer instead of murdering fine gentlemen. ”

  Now I would have no trouble at all killing him. “Give me back that blade, Tommy. ”

  “You see?” The thing wearing Dredmore’s body cupped his fingers and snatched at the air. “She is on the rampage. ”

  “Give us the room,” Doyle said to the beaters, who hastily filed out.

  “You must take her at once to prison,” Dredmore told him, “before she kills again. ”

  “Is that right. ” Doyle glanced at me. “I imagine I will, milord, but first I’d like you to answer two questions. ”

  “Of course,” the monster said. “Anything. ”

  Doyle watched him. “If Miss Kittredge murdered Lord Walsh, then how did she end up bound and helpless in this room?”

  “Obviously she arranged to be found so,” the monster replied. “It would make anyone believe her innocent of the crime she has committed. ”

  “You put me here after you killed Walsh and Lucien, you evil ass. ” I tried to dodge round Doyle again, but he caught me and held me fast.

  “Right. Just one final question, then, milord,” Doyle said. “What’s Miss Kittredge’s given name?”

  Dredmore’s eyes blinked. “I don’t understand what you say. ”

  “You’ve known her for several years,” the inspector said. “You’ve paid to have her investigated, harassed, and even snatched from the street a time or two, or so I’ve been told. Tell me her given name. ”

  “He doesn’t know. ” My smile turned acid. “Because he’s not Dredmore. ”

  The thing lunged at Tommy, punching him in the gut and then the face, so fast his movements became blurred. The inspector flew across the room, hit the wall, and slid to the floor.

  I braced myself for the same, but before it could touch me, Harry materialized between us. In his hand he held a pale stone that gave off beams of light. “Never even think it, spirit-eater. This child carries my blood. ”

  Zarath reared back, lifting his hands to block the light, and cursed viciously in Talian as he backed away.

  “That’s right,” Harry said, following after him. “Get out. ”

  I went to Doyle, who lay groaning and hugging his middle, and checked him over. Blood streamed from his nose, and I found a huge knot on the back of his head, but otherwise he was all right.

  Suddenly the door to the room slammed shut and one of the beaters came in. “He’ll be fine,” he told me as he pocketed the pale stone. He was the beater who had snickered at me, but he wasn’t laughing now. “I’ve sent the other coppers downstairs to clear the hall. Now, you’re to leave Rumsen, this very minute. Get as far from the city as you can manage before dawn. ”

  I eyed him. “I thought you were arresting me. ”

  “Oh, for the love of Victoria—it’s me, Harry, Charm. ” The beater knelt down and looked over Doyle’s bloodied features. “Blind me, this is Arthur’s grandson. Fancy him becoming a Yardman. Ah, well. ” He tried to pull me away from him. “You’ve little time left before the sun rises. I’ll help you procure—”

  I slapped the beater’s broad cheek. “Why didn’t you come to help us? Why didn’t you stop them from hurting Lucien?”

  “I couldn’t. ” He winced and probed the reddening side of his face. “Did you have to smack me so hard?” When I curled my fingers into a fist, he said quickly, “I couldn’t stop them or help them. I’m not part of this war. I can’t be. ”

  “Oh, so you’re a coward as well as a traitor. ” I turned my back on him. “Why didn’t you say so?”

  Light blasted me from behind, and when I squinted over my shoulder I saw the beater floating six inches above the carpet and glowing like a cop-shaped sun. At the same time everything in the room began to blow about as if in a high wind.

  “You dare insult me,” Harry said, his voice booming so loudly the windows rattled. “With the power I command, I could banish you to the netherside with a single thought. ”

  “Is this how you generally behave toward family?” I sniffed. “And you wonder why my mother wanted no part of you. ”

  The light vanished, and the beater’s feet dropped down on the floor. “My apologies,” Harry said meekly. “My temper sometimes gets the better of me. ”

  Doyle stirred, groaning a little.

  “Help me with him,” I said.

  “I can’t be a part of this conflict,” he said as he moved to the door. “Good-bye, Charm. ” Out he went.

  “Harry. ” I rose to go after him, only to be yanked back down by a strong hand. “Doyle, let go of me. He’s getting away. ”

  “Yes, and you’re not. ” With another groan he shoved himself upright and staggered to his feet, still gripping my wrist with an iron hand. He bellowed out two names, and a pair of his beaters rushed into the room. Neither of them appeared to be possessed by my grandfather.

  “Lord Travallian has just assaulted me to escape custody. He’s not right in the head. Find him and bring him back to the station. ” Doyle held up a hand. “Be discreet. ”

  The beaters touched the brims of their helmets before they trotted out.

  “Brilliant. ” I wanted to slap him. “I told you, that thing is not Dredmore. ”

  “Right, it’s an ancient magical being that possessed his body, and if we don’t stop him, he’s going to start a war. ” He prodded the back of his head and winced. “How does he mean to do that again? Toss a few pebbles at the whole of the militia?”

  “More like a thousand or so Talians,” I snapped. “He can command entire armies with his mind, and he has Dredmore’s powers now as well. For God’s sake, Tommy, stop rolling your eyes at me like that. He’s an immortal warlord, I tell you. ”

  He shook his head. “You’ve been drugged and knocked about, Kit. If Dredmore had told you he was the Queen, you’d have believed him. ”

  I told him how wrong he was as he hustled me from the room, down the stairs, and out the hotel. I repeated the entire story as he pushed me into his carri and told his driver to take us to a street in the better part of the working-class quarter. I didn’t begin begging until we arrived at a narrow greystone sandwiched between a carriwright and a pottery.

  Doyle dragged me out of the carri, issued some terse instructions to his driver, and led me up the steps to the front door of the greystone. As I promised to prove everything to him if he would simply go with me to the docks, he pushed me inside and bolted the door behind us.

  I paused for breath and took in my surroundings. Instead of a foyer or a hall leading to several flats, we stood in a tidy front room arranged with comfortable-looking walnut and leather furnishings. Someone had banked a fire in the broad-based riverstone hearth, beside which sat a little cart loaded with a filled BrewsMaid, neatly wrapped finger sandwiches, and a cloth-covered mound of tiny jam cakes.

  “Sit down. ” He prodded me toward an armchair before turning on the brewer. “Not on your life,” he added without looking at me. “You’ll not make it as far as the steps outside. ”

  I stopped inching toward the door. “Why did you bring me here?”


  “I can’t take you back to the Main. They’ll toss you in a cell and lose the latchkey. ” He took off his jacket and carefully rolled up his sleeves before he used the basin to wash his hands. “The Crown’s seized everything of yours, so Walsh’s men will be watching your friends. ”

  “Walsh can’t watch everyone. ” I occupied the settee closest to the door. “I have friends in other places. ”

  “You’re staying here. ” He filled a plate with sandwiches before he brought it to me. “Until I sort this out, you’re under house arrest. ”

  Chapter Eight

  I didn’t want Doyle’s food or protection, but my stomach chose that moment to gurgle loudly, and I needed to rest and think. I accepted the plate he offered with all the ladylike grace I could manage before I attacked its contents.

  “Dredmore couldn’t keep me locked up,” I mentioned between bites of some rather marvelous salt-cured ham. “What makes you think you can?”

  “Dredmore’s an arrogant ass. ” He went back to the cart and returned with a steaming mug of rich, fragrant country black. “I’m your friend, and this isn’t a prison cell. ” He offered me the tea. “It’s my home. ”

  “So I’m under your house arrest. I see. ” I put the plate on my lap so I could warm my hands on the outsides of the mug. “Do you mean to shackle me to something immovable? Perhaps that secretary in the corner there. Looks too heavy for me to budge. ”

  He chuckled. “No doubt you’d find a way, even if you had to drag it out of here after you. ”

  He may have fumbled things back at the hotel and brought me here against my will, but Doyle did care. He was also a decent man who would be made to pay dearly for becoming involved in this. Especially after I . . . My thoughts turned the food I’d wolfed down into an unpleasant lump in my belly. “You don’t want any part of this, Inspector. If they find out you’ve sheltered me, they’ll take everything. Your shield, your money and property. Maybe even your life. ”