"You drove me to this," he said, his eyes wide with anger. "You did not answer my letters or acknowledge my poems. When I tried to speak to you in the street and in church, you avoided me. I sent you gifts, and you sent them back."
She really would have to get out of Perugia. Back to Daoud. This would tear her to pieces.
_But what about Rachel?_
If she left Perugia, that would be as good as abandoning Rachel. She had sworn to herself never to do that.
_Simon guards the Tartars. He must know what has happened to Rachel.
Perhaps he can help her._
She stopped walking and leaned against the stone railing of the loggia.
The leafless branches in the atrium below them rattled in the wind.
"There are many reasons that I did not want to see you. I do not know whether you would understand all of them. But one is that I have heard something very ugly about those Tartars of yours." She had decided not to admit that she knew Rachel. That would take too much explaining and too many more lies, and the lies would be like hidden holes in a leaf-strewn path, to trip her up.
"One of the Tartars, those men you guard so carefully, kidnapped a young girl from Orvieto and is holding her a prisoner now, here in Perugia at the Baglioni palace. It makes me unhappy to know that you are the protector of men who would do such things."
Down below, two of Ugolini"s servants brought out baskets of newly washed tablecloths and bedlinens and began spreading them on the branches of the trees to dry. Sophia spoke in a lower voice, giving details of the attack on Tilia"s house by de Verceuil and the Tartars as if it were something she knew about only through hearsay, while Simon looked more and more unhappy.
He frowned at her. "I know of this girl. It is John Chagan who keeps her. But what is she to you? She is not even a Christian. I am surprised that a woman of good family like you should worry about a prost.i.tute."
How easy for a count to look down on a girl like Rachel. She felt her back stiffen with anger.
_How he would despise me if he knew what I was._
_But what am I?_
"Does it lower me in your eyes that I worry about such a girl?"
He waved his hands placatingly. "No, no. Such charitable feelings do you credit. I _would_ like to help her, and I know Friar Mathieu has already tried. I just wondered how _you_ came to know and care about this girl"s case." He looked earnestly into her eyes. His eyes were a blue as clear and bright as that lake where they had lain together.
"The story is talked about by all the servants and common folk of the town. I feel very sorry for her. She is just a child. I find myself imagining how she feels--kidnapped, helpless, raped by this barbarian, a prisoner. Have you not seen her yourself?"
Simon nodded reluctantly, looking away. "Yes, glimpses. She stays in her room."
"She is forced to stay in her room." Sophia sensed that Simon knew more than he admitted about what the Tartar had done to Rachel and was ashamed to be connected with it.
"What has this to do with you and me?" he demanded.
"You are close to the Tartars. You might be able to help her."
Simon glowered. "If I had been there that day in Orvieto, you may be sure they would not have raided that brothel."
He might be on the enemy side, she thought, but he was not a savage like the Franks of her childhood. He was a genuinely good man, and that was what made the hopeless dream of marrying him so painful.
She put her hand on his arm and squeezed. "Will you try to get the Tartar to release the girl? Cardinal Ugolini will take her in."
When she laid her hand on the hard, wiry muscle in his arm, she did not want to let go.
_I still want him! My G.o.d, what is the matter with me?_
"De Verceuil would oppose me if I tried to take the girl away from John.
Incredible, is it not? A cardinal involved in kidnapping a young girl for the pleasure of a barbarian?"
Sophia, taught by her Greek Orthodox priests that the Roman Church was a fountainhead of wickedness, did not think the cardinal"s actions all that incredible. Besides, was she not in league with another cardinal who was helping the Muslims?
"There _must_ be a way to help Rachel," she said.
He brought his face close to hers. "Sophia, I will speak to Friar Mathieu. But, as I said, he has already tried to persuade John to let the girl go free. With no success. And I am sure there is nothing more Friar Mathieu can do before tomorrow, when I leave Perugia."
She loved that serious, intent look. It was as if light were coming from his eyes.
But what he had just said took her by surprise.
"Leave Perugia? Where are you going?"
He shook his head. "No one is supposed to know."
"Simon!" She put anger into her voice, knowing he was vulnerable. If she could get some information of use to Daoud from him, she would have an excuse for having let Simon make love to her. And with Daoud far away in Manfred"s kingdom, there was no chance this time that he could hurt Simon.
He touched her cheek with the tips of his long fingers, and she could feel him struggling with himself.
"Swear you will tell no one."
"Of course."
_He really thinks I can be depended upon to keep an oath._
"All right. I had a message from Count Charles--he who gave me this task of guarding the Tartars. He calls me to meet him at Ostia. That is why I came here today, even though I knew you would not want me to. Knowing I would be leaving here and might not see you for months made me desperate."
Charles d"Anjou at Ostia--the seaport of Rome!
As she realized what Simon"s words meant, terror raced through Sophia.
She was going to fall from the loggia and break into a thousand pieces, like an icicle.
Anjou was going to take Rome and cut Italy in half. Instead of trying to cross the Alps and then fight his way through the Ghibellino cities of northern Italy, Charles must have come by sea. Now he would be able to strike directly at the heart of Manfred"s kingdom.
_What will Daoud do? What will happen to Manfred? If only we had Tilia here, with her carrier pigeons._
Despite her fur-lined cloak, a chill seized her.
She had feared for Daoud, that he might have to fight a great French army. And though she had long since ceased to love Manfred, she had feared for him and his kingdom. But the thought of the many obstacles between France and southern Italy had comforted her. Now, knowing that Charles d"Anjou was so close to Manfred"s kingdom, she felt herself actually trembling.
He put his hand on hers. "You"re frightened."
Staring down at the bare trees, she whispered, "Yes, for my people."
His hand gripped hers tightly. He bent down so that he was speaking softly into her ear.