at me that way before, not even Captain Anders. While such, ah, attention cannot help but gratify my vanity, thisââshe indicated her body, her clothesââis merely the devilâs handiwork. I do not intend to spend eternity looking like a doxy.â
With that businesslike pronouncement, the needlework vanished and a piece of paper appeared in her hand. âHow do you feel about âGod, King, and Countryâ?â
âPardon me?â
ââGod, King, and Country.â You know, what the crusaders shouted before battles. I still believe we need some kind of credo, a workable system to get you into heaven. It worked for all those feudal types.â
âIt did? I mean, they were bloody-minded bastards. Iâll thank you not to put me in any clanking armor for all eternity. Iâm no blasted fanatic, bâGod. And as for the king, the man is a hopeless lunatic. Everyone knows that. Would dancing with him on the parapets in my nightshirt show my moral fiber?â
âAnd country?â
âThey wouldnât let me join up, blister it. The heir and all that, last in the line. I would have gone,â he said, raising his chin.
âBut you could have served your country by taking your seat in Parliament, and you never did.â
âWhat, argue endless politics with those old bag-wigs?â He had another sip of the champagne, then put the glass down. âIâm sorry, I never thought. Would you care for some champagne? I could fetch another glass if youâd prefer.â
âIâve never tasted champagne,â she answered with a hint of regret. âBut even if it were possible, the last thing I need is another vice.â
âWhat, a tiny sip of wine? That cannot be so great a sin. And while weâre talking about that, I donât see why I cannot go on as I have been, sowing my wild oats like every other buck in town. Soon enough Iâll have to settle down, set up my nursery, take my seat, be an upright citizen. Thatâs the natural way of things. Even mâfather got religion before he died.â
âHavenât you been listening? You might have another forty or fifty years to balance out your current dissolution, but I need you reformed now, in the two weeks or so before I die.â
âYouâre wrong, you know. I have listened to you. I just havenât believed all the fustian. The doctor thought you could wake up anytime if you really wanted to. So why give yourself two weeks? You could have the same thirty or forty years to embroider altar cloths. Thatâs a better bet than putting your money on me. Besides, thereâs champagne and waltzing. I wager youâve never waltzed either. Why die if you donât have to?â
âThere is no reason for me to live. Iâd have no family, no friends, no resources, not even any references to get a position. Those pleasures you speak of are for the privileged, not destitute females with no reputations. Once my father casts me out, Iâd have to become what you think I am, or starve. Iâd rather die. Especially if I have hopes for a better life after, with your help, thank you.â
âI still donât understand. If you are here to win me over to the side of the angels, why in hell are you in the guise of the devilâs daughter?â
âItâs because of the odds against my succeeding. Now, thereâs something in your ken.â
âThey gamble in heaven? Hallelujah.â
âOf course not, silly. But purgatory has a special place for gamblers where they win all the time, so thereâs no pleasure in it.â
âSo the odds against my reforming are not good?â
âYouâve heard of a snowball in hell? So wonât you please try?â
âCertainly, as soon as I see my tailor.â
âTailor!â she cried, clenching her fists. Of all the uncooperative, disaccomodating fribbles. âWith all those
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