The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters

man’s torment. Chang’s breath rattled in his chest like a shaken box of jumbled nails. Was he dying? Miss Temple pulled his head to her bosom and cradled it, whispering gently.
    “Cardinal Chang,…you must come back to us…it is Celeste…I am with the Doctor…we cannot survive without you…”
    Svenson heaved himself from his place and took hold of Chang’s wrist, placing his other hand upon the man’s forehead. A moment later his fingers were probing Chang’s throat and then Svenson had placed his ear against Chang’s chest, to gauge his ragged breath. He raised himself, sighed, and gently disengaged Miss Temple and searched with deliberate fingers along the back of Chang’s skull, where he’d been struck by the Colonel’s truncheon.
    She stared helplessly at his probing fingers, stalking pale through Chang’s black hair.
    “I thought you’d undergone their Process,” he observed mildly.
    “No. I was able to counterfeit the scars,” she said. “I’m sorry if—well, I did not mean to disappoint you—”
    “Hush, it sounds an excellent plan.”
    “The Contessa found me out nevertheless.”
    “That is no shame, I’m sure…I am happy to find you whole. May I ask—I am almost afraid to say it—”
    “Elöise and I became separated. She bore the same false scars—I do not think she has been taken, but do not know where she is. Of course I am not entirely sure I know
who
she is.”
    The Doctor smiled at her, rather lost and wan, his eyes achingly clear. “Nor am I…that is the strangest part of it.” He looked pointedly at Miss Temple with the same troubling open gaze. “Of course, when does one ever know?”
    He pulled his eyes from hers and cleared his throat.
    “Indeed,” sniffed Miss Temple, moved by this unexpected glimpse into the Doctor’s heart, “still, I am terribly sorry to have lost her.”
    “We have each done our best…that we are alive is a marvel…these things are equal between us.”
    She nodded, wanting to say more but having no idea what those words might be. The Doctor sighed, thinking, and then with an impulsive gesture reached out to pinch tight Chang’s nose with one hand and cover his mouth with the other. Miss Temple gasped.
    “But what—”
    “A moment…”
    A moment was all it took. Like a man brought back to life Chang’s eyes snapped open and his shoulders tensed, his arms groped at Svenson and the rattle in his lungs redoubled in strength. The Doctor removed his hands with a flourish and the Cardinal erupted with his own fit of coughing, dauntingly moist and accompanied by sprays of bloody saliva. Svenson and Miss Temple each took one of the Cardinal’s arms and raised him to his knees where he could more easily vent his body’s distress and its attendant discharge.
    Chang wiped his mouth with his fingers and smeared them on the floor—there was no point in wiping them on his coat or trousers, Miss Temple saw. He turned to them, blinked, and then groped quickly at his face. Miss Temple held out his glasses with a smile.
    “It is so very good to see you both,” she whispered.

    They sat for a moment, giving each other time to gather their strength and wits, and in Miss Temple’s case to wipe away her tears and regain control over her tremulous voice. There was so much to say and so many things to do, she scoffed at her own indulgence, even if the scoff was half-heartedly blown through a sniffling nose.
    “You have the advantage, Celeste,” muttered Chang hoarsely. “From the blood in the Doctor’s hair, I assume we both lack any knowledge of where we are, who guards us…even the damned time of day.”
    “How long since we were taken?” asked Svenson.
    Miss Temple sniffed again.
    “Not long at all. But so much has happened since we spoke, since I left you—I am so sorry—I was childish and a fool—”
    Svenson waved away her concerns.
    “Celeste, I doubt there is time—nor does it matter—”
    “It matters to me.”
    “Celeste—” This was Chang, struggling to rise.
    “Be quiet, the both of you,” she said, and stood up so she was taller than either of them. “I will be brief, but I must first apologize for leaving you at Plum Court. It
was
a foolish thing to do and one that nearly ended my life—and nearly finished both of yours as well.” She held up a hand to stop Doctor Svenson from speaking. “There are two Macklenburg soldiers outside the door, and down the corridor at least ten Dragoons with their officer