All Together Dead

and long-sleeved, and it actually had a train.
    “She is beautiful,” said Andre, his voice full of reverence.
    Yeah, yeah, yeah. I had more on my mind than admiring the queen. The guards were the two Britlingens, probably pressed into service by Isaiah, and they had packed some dress armor in their interdimensional trunks. It was black, too, but it gleamed dully, like slowly moving dark water. It was just as figure-hugging as the first set of armor. Clovache and Batanya lifted Sophie-Anne onto the low platform and then retreated a bit. This way, they were close to both the prisoner and their employer, so it worked out great, I suppose, from their point of view.
    “Henrik Feith, state your case,” Isaiah said with no further ado.
    Henrik’s case was long and ardent and full of accusations. Boiled down, he testified that Sophie-Anne had married his king, signed all the usual contracts, and then immediately began maneuvering Peter into his fatal fight, despite the king’s angelic temperament and his adoration of his new queen. It sounded like Henrik was talking about Kevin and Britney, rather than two ancient and crafty vampires.
    Blah blah blah. Henrik’s lawyer let him go on and on, and Johan did not object to any of Henrik’s highly colored statements. Johan thought (I checked) that Henrik would lose sympathy by being so fervent and immoderate—and boring—and he was quite right, if the slight movements and shifts in body language in the crowd were anything to go by.
    “And now,” Henrik concluded, faint pink tears running down his face, “there are only a handful of us left in the whole state. She, who killed my king and his lieutenant Jennifer, she has offered me a place with her. And I was almost weak enough to accept, for fear of being rogue. But she is a liar and she will kill me, too.”
    “Someone told him that,” I murmured.
    “What?” Andre’s mouth was right by my ear. Keeping a conversation private in a group of vampires is not an easy thing.
    I held up a hand to request his silence. No, I wasn’t listening to Henrik’s brain but to Henrik’s lawyer’s, who didn’t have as much demon blood as Cataliades. Without realizing I was doing it, I was leaning forward in my seat and craning toward the stage to hear better. Hear with my head, that is.
    Someone had told Henrik Feith that the queen planned to kill him. He had been willing to let the lawsuit slide, since Jennifer Cater’s murder had taken out the chief complainant. He had never rated high enough in the ranks to take up the mantle of leadership; he didn’t have the wit or the desire. He would rather go into the service of the queen. But if she really meant to kill him…he would try to kill her first by the only means he might survive, and that was through the law.
    “She doesn’t want to kill you,” I called, hardly knowing what I was doing.
    I wasn’t even aware I’d gotten to my feet until I felt the eyes of everyone in the audience on me. Henrik Feith was staring at me, his face stunned, his mouth still open. “Tell us who told you that, and we’ll know who killed Jennifer Cater, because—”
    “Woman,” said a stentorian voice, and I was drowned out and shut up very effectively. “Be silent. Who are you and what right do you have to intrude on these solemn proceedings?” The Pythoness was surprisingly forceful for someone as frail as she appeared. She was leaning forward on her throne, glaring in my direction with her blind eyes.
    Okay, standing in a roomful of vampires and interrupting their ritual was a pretty good way to get bloodstains all over my beautiful new dress.
    “I don’t have any right in the world, Your Majesty,” I said, and from a few yards to my left, I heard Pam snicker. “But I know the truth.”
    “Oh, then I have no role in these proceedings, do I?” croaked the Ancient Pythoness in her heavily accented English. “Why should I have come forth from my cave to give judgment?”
    Why, indeed.
    “I may hear the truth, but I don’t have the juice to get justice done,” I said honestly.
    Pam snickered again. I just knew it was her.
    Eric had been standing to the side of the room with Pam and Bill, but now he moved forward. I could feel his presence, cold and steady, very near to me. He gave me some courage. I don’t know how. I felt it, though, felt a rising strength where there had been only my shaking knees. A shocking suspicion hit me with the force of a Mack truck. Eric had given