Sapphire Blue (The Ruby Red Trilogy) (13 page)

“Do you mean me?” asked Gideon, sitting up and taking the earphones out.

Unfortunately I couldn’t stop myself going red. “It’s Shakespeare,” I said.

Gideon smiled. “
Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would bar, my heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
Or something like that.”

“No, exactly like that,” I said, slamming the book shut.

“You don’t know it by heart yet,” said Gideon.

“I’d have forgotten it again by tomorrow anyway. I’d better learn it first thing in the morning just before school. Then I have a fair chance of remembering it in Mr. Whitman’s English class.”

“Good, now we can practice the minuet.” Gideon stood up. “There’s plenty of room for us here, anyway.”

“Oh, no! Please let’s not!”

But Gideon was already bowing to me. “May I have the pleasure of this dance, Miss Shepherd?”

“There’s nothing I’d like better, sir,” I assured him, fanning myself with the book of Shakespeare sonnets, “but I am sorry to say that I’ve sprained my ankle. Perhaps you’d like to ask my cousin there. The lady in green.” I pointed to the sofa. “She’d be happy to show you how well she can dance.”

“But I want to dance with you—I found out how your cousin dances long ago.”

“I meant my cousin Sofa, not my cousin Charlotte,” I said. “I can assure you, you’ll have more fun with Sofa than with Charlotte. Sofa may not be quite as pretty, but she’s softer, she has much more charm, and she has a kinder disposition.”

Gideon laughed. “As I said, I’m exclusively interested in dancing with you. Do let me have the honor!”

“Surely a gentleman like you will show consideration for my sprained ankle?”

“No, sorry.” Gideon took the iPod out of his jeans pocket. “Wait a moment, the music’s still too far away from you.” He put the earphones in my ears and pulled me to my feet.

“Oh, good, Linkin Park,” I said, while my pulse shot right up because Gideon was suddenly so close to me.

“What? Sorry, just a moment, and I’ll have the right track.” His fingers moved over the display. “Right, Mozart—that will do.” He handed me the iPod. “No, put it in your skirt pocket. You need both hands free.”

“But you can’t hear the music at all,” I said as violins scraped away in my ears.

“I can hear enough, you don’t have to shout like that. Okay, let’s imagine this is for a set of eight dancers. There’s another gentleman beside me on the left, two more on my right. Opposite us the same lineup, but with ladies. Curtsey, please.”

I made him a curtsey and hesitantly put my hand in his. “But I’m stopping the moment you say
stupid girl
to me.”

“Which I would never do,” said Gideon, leading me straight past the sofa. “And we make polite conversation while dancing, that’s important. May I ask how you developed your dislike of dancing? Most young ladies love it.”

“Shh, I must concentrate.” So far it was going really well. I was surprised at myself. The
tour de main
worked perfectly, once to the left, once to the right. “Can we do that bit again?”

“Raise your chin, that’s it. And look at me. You must never take your eyes off me, never mind how good-looking my neighbor may be.”

I had to grin. What was all this—fishing for compliments? Well, I wasn’t going to play ball. Although I had to admit that Gideon danced really well. It wasn’t a bit like dancing with Puffylips. The steps seemed to go smoothly all by themselves. I might actually end up getting some fun out of this minuet business.

Gideon noticed, too. “There, you see, you can do it after all! Right hand, right shoulder, left hand, left shoulder—very good.”

He was right. I could do it! It really was child’s play. I triumphantly twirled around with one of the invisible gentlemen, and then put my hand back in Gideon’s. “There! So now who says I’m as graceful as a windmill?”

“Never mind what Giordano says, that would be an outrageous comparison,” agreed Gideon. “You outclass any windmill as a dancer.”

I chuckled. Then I jumped. “Oops—we’re back to Linkin Park.”

“Never mind.” While “Papercut” pounded in my ears, Gideon led me unerringly through the last figure and finally bowed. I was almost sorry it was over.

I made a deep curtsey and took the earphones off. “Here. It was very nice of you to teach me how to do it.”

“Pure self-interest,” said Gideon. “After all, otherwise I’m the one who’d look foolish dancing with you. Forgotten that?”

“No.” My good mood instantly passed off. Before I could prevent myself, I let my eyes wander to the wall with the chairs in front of it.

“Hey, we haven’t finished,” said Gideon. “That was very good, yes, but not perfect yet. What’s the idea of giving me such a dark look all of a sudden?”

“Why do you think Count Saint-Germain is so keen for me to go to a soirée and a ball? After all, he could just tell me to be here in the Temple, and then I wouldn’t risk making an idiot of myself in front of strangers. No one would have to wonder about me and maybe leave an account of my odd behavior for posterity.”

Gideon looked down at me for a little while before answering. “The count likes to keep his cards close to his chest, but there’s a brilliant plan behind every single one of his ideas. He has a definite suspicion about those men who attacked us in Hyde Park, and I think he wants to lure whoever was behind it out into the open by taking us both to large society events.”

“Oh,” I said. “You mean we’re going to have men with swords after us again?”

“Not while we’re in company,” said Gideon. He perched on the arm of the sofa and crossed his arms over his chest. “All the same, I do think it’s too dangerous—for you, anyway.”

I leaned against the table. “Didn’t you suspect that Lucy and Paul were mixed up with the attack in Hyde Park?”

“Yes and no,” said Gideon. “A man like Count Saint-Germain makes quite a few enemies in the course of his life. There are several accounts of assassination attempts on him in the
Annals
. I only suspect that for their own ends Lucy and Paul may have joined forces with one of those enemies of his. Or several of them.”

“Does the count think so too?”

Gideon shrugged his shoulders. “I hope so.”

I thought about this for a while. “I’m in favor of breaking the rules again. Take one of those James Bond pistols with you,” I suggested. “That would show those characters with their swords something! Where did you get it from, by the way? I’d feel better myself if I had a thing like that.”

“A weapon can usually be turned against you, if you don’t know how to use it,” said Gideon.

I thought of my Japanese vegetable knife. Not a nice idea to think of it being turned against me.

“Is Charlotte good at fencing? And can she use a pistol?”

Another shrug of his shoulders. “She’s had fencing lessons since she was twelve—of course she’s good.”

Of course. Charlotte was good at everything. Except being nice. “I’m sure the count would have liked her,” I said. “I obviously wasn’t his type.”

Gideon laughed. “Well, you can still revise his idea of you. The main reason why he wants to know you better is to see whether the prophesies may be right in what they say about you after all.”

“The magic of the raven and so on?” I felt uncomfortable. I always did when anyone talked about that. “Do the prophesies also say what it is?”

Gideon hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, “
The raven red, on ruby pinions winging its way between the worlds, hears dead men singing. It scarce knows its strength, the price it scarce knows, but its power will arise and the Circle will close.
” He cleared his throat. “You’ve come out in goose bumps.”

“It sounds so eerie. Specially the bit about the dead men singing.” I rubbed my arms. “Does it go on?”

“No, that’s more or less all. You have to admit it doesn’t sound much like you.”

He was probably right there. “Is there something about you in the prophesies as well?”

“Of course,” said Gideon. “There’s a prophesy about each of the time travelers. I’m the lion with the diamond mane at the sight of which the sun…” For a moment, he suddenly seemed embarrassed. Then he went on, grinning, “Blah blah blah. Oh, and your great-great-grandmother, our stubborn friend Lady Tilney, is a fox. Very suitable. A jade fox hiding under a linden tree.”

“Can anyone make any sense of these prophesies?”

“Oh, yes—they’re teeming with symbols. It’s just a question of how to interpret them.” He looked at his watch. “We have some time left. I think we ought to go on with our dancing lessons.”

“Will there be dancing at the soirée, too?”

“Probably not,” said Gideon. “Only eating, drinking, talking—and making music. You’re sure to be asked to play or sing something.”

“Hm,” I said. “I ought to have had piano lessons instead of going to those hip-hop classes with Lesley. I can sing all right, though. At Cynthia’s party last year I won the karaoke contest hands down. With my own version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Even though I was in costume as a bus stop, which didn’t suit me.”

“Er … yes. If anyone asks you to sing, you simply say you never have any voice when you have to sing in company.”

“So I can say that, but I can’t say I’ve sprained my ankle?”

“Here, put the earphones on. Repeat performance.” He bowed to me.

“What do I do if someone else—I mean, not you—asks me to dance or sing or something?” I sank into my curtsey.

“Exactly the same as if I do,” said Gideon, taking my hand. “But as far as that’s concerned, everything was very formal in the eighteenth century. You didn’t just ask a girl you didn’t know to dance without being officially introduced to her.”

“Unless she made some kind of obscene movement with her fan.” The dance steps were beginning to come naturally. “Whenever I flicked my fan even an inch upstairs there, Giordano had a nervous breakdown, and Charlotte shook her head like a sad spaniel flapping its ears.”

“She only wants to help you,” said Gideon.

“Yes, and the earth is flat,” I snorted, although I’m sure snorting wasn’t allowed when you were dancing a minuet.

“Anyone might think you two didn’t like each other much.”

Oh, might they indeed?

“Apart from Aunt Glenda, Lady Arista, and our teachers, I don’t think there’s anyone who likes Charlotte.”

“I don’t believe that,” said Gideon.

“Ah. Of course I was forgetting Giordano and you. Oops, now I’ve gone and rolled my eyes. I bet that’s forbidden in the eighteenth century.”

“Could you possibly be a little jealous of Charlotte?”

I had to laugh. “Take my word for it, if you knew her as well as I do, you wouldn’t ask such a silly question.”

“Oh, I know her quite well,” said Gideon quietly, taking my hand again.

Yes, but only her chocolate-coated side
, I wanted to say, but then I realized what that remark of his meant, and all at once, I really was terribly jealous of Charlotte. “How well
do
you know each other, then … exactly?” I removed my hand from Gideon’s and gave it to his nonexistent neighbor in the set instead.

“I’d say as well as people know each other when they’ve spent a lot of time together.” As he passed, he gave me a mocking smile. “And we neither of us had very much time for other … er, friendships.”

“I see. You have to take what you can get.” I couldn’t bear it a second longer. “And what’s Charlotte like at kissing?”

Gideon took my hand, which was at least six inches too high in the air. “You’re making great progress in the art of conversation—but all the same, a gentleman doesn’t talk about such things.”

“I’d let that pass as an excuse if you
were
a gentleman.”

“If I’ve ever given you reason to think I don’t behave like a gentleman, then—”

“Oh, shut up! Whatever’s going on with you and Charlotte, I’m not interested one little bit. But it’s a bit much, you thinking it would be funny to go snogging me at the same time.”

“Snogging? What a crude expression. I’d be grateful if you’d tell me why you’re in such a bad temper—and think of your elbows at the same time. They ought to be pointing down in this figure.”

“It’s not funny!” I spat. “I’d never have let you kiss me if I’d known that you and Charlotte were—” Ah, Mozart was over, we were back with Linkin Park. Good. They suited my mood much better.

“That I and Charlotte were what?”

“More than just good friends.”

“Who says so?”

“You?”

“I didn’t.”

“Oh. Then you two have never … shall we say kissed?” I skipped the curtsey and glared at him instead.

“I didn’t say that either.” He bowed and reached for the iPod in my pocket. “Once again, you must practice what to do with your arms, but apart from that, it was great.”

“I can’t say the same for your conversation. It leaves a lot to be desired,” I said. “Is there something between you and Charlotte or not?”

“I thought you weren’t a bit interested in what was going on between me and Charlotte?”

I was still glaring at him. “Too right!”

“Then that’s okay.” Gideon handed me the iPod back. “Hallelujah” was coming over the earphones, the Bon Jovi version.

“That’s the wrong track,” I said.

“No, no.” Gideon was grinning. “I thought you needed something soothing.”

“You … you are such a…”

“Yes?”

“Such a shit.”

He came a step closer, so that at a guess there was exactly half an inch of space left between us. “There, you see, that’s the difference between you and Charlotte. She’d never say a thing like that.”

I suddenly found breathing difficult. “Maybe because you don’t give her any reason to.”

“No, that’s not it. I guess she just has better manners.”

“Yes, and stronger nerves,” I said. For some reason, I couldn’t help staring at Gideon’s mouth. “Just in case you were thinking of trying it again, if we find ourselves hanging around in a confessional somewhere twiddling our thumbs, I’m not letting you take me by surprise a second time!”

“You mean you wouldn’t let me kiss you a second time?”

“Got it in one,” I whispered, unable to move.