Lynn Viehl - Her Ladyship's Curse

I know his first wife put a curse on me, Lady Walsh said. The lace edging her silk gloves fluttered as she folded her hands and placed them in a ladylike spot on her lap. Its the only explanation.

A yawn tugged at my jaw; I swallowed it along with a mouthful of tea. If you want an exormage, Lady Walsh, theres a small horde of them on the first floor.

Her soft brown eyes shimmered. Over the last month Ive had fifteen of them to the house. The curse rendered them powerless. They couldnt even determine the nature of it.

Thats probably because there is no such thing as a curse, I said as kindly as I could. I heard a familiar scratching sound at the door and collected some coppers from my drawer. Excuse me for a moment, milady. I have a delivery.

I closed the inner door to my office before I went to the entry and yanked it open. Back for another go, then, Gert?

Satans whore. I will not rest until I have sent you back to the hell that spawned you. The old woman produced a long gnarled twig and shook it at my face. Wither and burn, wither and burn.

I folded my arms and waited several seconds, but neither I nor anything else burst into flames. Apparently not today, love.

I am made powerless. Gert lowered her stick and glared at me. The Evil One protects you.

Aye, and youd think hed give me a doorman. She looked thinner and hungrier than usual. Go have some tea. Youll feel better. I offered her the coppers, which she snatched from my palm.

Abbadons pit of eternal fire awaits you, Gert promised. You cannot escape it.

I wont try, I promise. I watched her hobble off and then eyed the incantation shed scribbled on the doors glass. No doubt it was meant to send me directly to some highly unpleasant level of hell, I thought as I took out my handkerchief and wiped it off. Gert always came with a backup plan for my doom.

I returned to my office, where Lady Walsh sat staring at the door. Sorry about that.

She regarded me with appalled fascination. You truly dont believe in magic.

I truly dont. I smiled. I also have an appointment to get to downtown. Do you want me to call for your coach, or do you need a private carri?

Wait. Please. I can show you proof. The corkscrew curls framing her face bobbled as she began stripping off her gloves. You cant imagine how difficult its been, trying to hide this from my husband. When I woke this morning and saw them, I nearly screamed.

I tried logic. I presume your husbands first wife died before he married you? When she nodded, I asked, How is it that would she even know about you, much less cast a curse on you from the grave?

I cant say how these spells work, Miss Kittredge, but obviously her spirit has refused to leave the house. She fiddled with a fold of her skirt. I think seeing how happy I make Nolan has caused her to become jealous and vengeful.

I was going to be late for my fictitious appointment, it seemed. Im sure an unexpected rash can seem like something malicious and supernatural in origin, especially for a woman as beautiful as you, but

She held out her soft, pale hands, and I forgot to breathe. Someone had used a knife to carve a word below the knuckles on each: GREEDY and SLUT.

My own hands trembled before I clenched them into fists. Bloody hell. She thought magic had done this, this brutal, malicious thing. When did this happen?

I cannot tell you. After my husband left me last night, I slept alone with the doors and windows bolted from the inside. She stared at the marks. The curse did this to me while I slept. I never woke, not once.

I gently took the hand marked SLUT and examined the wound. It appeared at first glance to be written in dark-red ink, but when I brushed a fingertip over the letters I felt the cut marks in her skin. How did you explain the stains on your linens, milady?

There were none. Nothing on my gown, either. Thats why it has to be magic. She watched my face. That, and I suffer no discomfort. I cant even feel them.

Ladies were taught never to show pain, but not to feel it? Were the other incidents like this?

Her head moved in a tight nod. The same two words every time, on the insides of my arms, the back of my neck, and . . .

And?

She glanced over her shoulder and lowered her voice to a whisper. On my knees.

Whoever had done this hadnt used a spellmore like a very thin, sharp boning knife. I knew of some salves that numbed the skin; that would explain why she didnt feel the cuts. Or if someone had slipped some drugs into her wine at dinner, and gained access to her bedchamber through a hidden door or crawlspace . . . Does your husband have any children from his first marriage?

Three. His son and two daughters. We are all quite good friends. She hesitated before she added, No, thats not exactly true. They want their father to be happy. They tolerate me because I do that, I make him happy. Suddenly she clutched at my hands. I know your reputation, Miss Kittredge. There is no one in the city that can dispel magic as you do. Im afraid to go to sleep. I keep thinking one morning Ill look in the mirror and shell have cut them into my face

She collapsed against me and burst into tears.

I supported her by the elbows and made some comforting noises. This was why I seldom took on female clients; their silly notions and endless waterworks made it difficult to ferret out the truth. But someone had been secretly assaulting Lady Walsh, and no woman should have to endure thatin or out of her own bed.

I helped her back over to the clients chair and silently passed her my handkerchief before I took her teacup over to the cart to refresh it and give her a little time to mop up and compose herself. My tea was nothing specialwhatever was on sale that week at the grocersbut I added a dash of soother to the brew before I brought it back to her.

You havent told your husband about these attacks. I didnt have to make it a question.

I cant trouble dear Nolan with this. She put her gloves back on before she sipped from her cup. Hes so loving and attentive, it would destroy him. She gave me an owl-eyed look of mute, helpless appeal.

She was an old rich mans young trophy wife, likely the most fetching daughter of a posh who had fallen on hard times. Marrying Nolan Walsh would have resulted in some restoration of her familys fortunes and likewise assured Lady Walsh of a lifetime of comfortable financial security. Shed personally slice herself up before she endangered that.

I knew I was probably going to regret this. I didnt like working for the rich or titled, and I had other, very good reasons to avoid the Hill. But someone had gone to vicious lengths to torment her, and it was obvious from the repeated attacks that they had no intention of stopping.

How will you bring me into your household?

She brightened immediately. I thought I would have you as a cousina very distant one, of coursewho has only just discovered our family connection. Her smile turned self-conscious. Im afraid that genealogy is one of my little self-indulgences.

Well, it isnt one of mine, so youd better be the one to make the discovery. Now, when to call. I checked my brooch watch and thought about the rest of my day. Dinner is too intimate for a new acquaintance; itll have to be tea. Ill also need an excuse to visit your bedchamber.

She nodded quickly. I keep some family portints on my vanity. I can remark on your resemblance to my great-aunt Hortense and invite you up to see them.

Our great-aunt Hortense. I sighed. Lady Walsh, you should know that in the past Ive been hired by other families on the Hill. Some of your servants might recognize me. If anyone asks, its best that we not lie about how I earn my living.