“Ford, I was thinking . . . Seraphine! Whatever are you doing!”

The little dog skittered toward her, still barking, then came back. With a curse, Madame Flaubert whirled, arm cocked.

Ford said, “Look out!” in the loudest voice he could and someone’s muscular arm hauled his aunt back out of sight. Madame Flaubert whirled back to him, took a step, and tottered as her lapdog tripped her neatly. She fell in a tangle of skirts and shawls, arms wide to catch herself.

Ford prayed for someone to come in before she could get up. But she didn’t get up. She lay sprawled, facedown, that murderous stone still clutched in one hand. The little dog trembled, crouched with its nose to the floor, and then lifted it to howl eerily.

/ don’t believe this. Ford thought muzzily. He thought it as Sam came in and as he was put back in his bed. As he drifted off, he was convinced it was a last dream in the course of dying.

But he believed it when he woke.

186

McCajfrey and Moon

Auntie Q out from under the influence of Madame Flaubert was even more herself than Ford would have guessed. It had taken him three days to shake off the effects of that poison. In that period she had sacked most of her crew and staff except for Sam. In feet, anyone hired since Madame Flaubert’s arrival.

Now Auntie Q spent her hours engaged in tapestry, gossip, and reminiscence. She refused to talk much about Madame Flaubert on the grounds that one should put unpleasantness out of one’s mind as quickly as possible.

Ford had found out from Sam that Madame Flaubert’s ornate rings had torn her surgical gloves, allowing the poison to contact her bare skin. Exactly what she deserved, but he still had cold chills when he thought about his close call. No wonder his aunt didn’t want to talk about that.

But Auntie Q had plenty to say about the Paraden Family. Ford had confessed his official reason for visiting her and she took it in better part than he expected.

“After all,” she said with a shrug that made the Ryxi tailfeathers dance above her head, “when you get to be my age, handsome young men don’t come visiting for one’s own sake. And you are good company, and you did get that . . . that frightful person out of my establishment. Ask what you will, dear. I’ll be glad to tell you. Only tell me more of that captain of yours, the one that makes your blood move. Yes, I can tell. I may be old, but I’m a woman still, and I want to know if she’s good enough for you.”

When Ford was done, having told more about Sassinak than he’d intended, his aunt nodded briskly.

“I want to meet her, dear. When all this is over, bring her to visit. You say she likes good food. Well, as you know, Sam’s capable of cooking for an emperor.”

Ford tried to imagine Sassinak and Auntie Q in the same room and failed utterly. But his aunt waited with her bright smile for his answer and, at last, he agreed.