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“I said the most desirable, ma petite, not beautiful.”

“I don’t get the difference.”

He frowned at me. “Men have killed themselves when she exiled them from her bed. Wars have been fought between rulers who were driven mad at the thought of any other man sharing Belle Morte’s favors.”

It was my turn to frown. “Are you saying that once you’ve had Belle Morte that no one else will do?”

“That is her belief.”

I looked at him. “You and Asher left, twice apiece.”

“Exactement ma petite, do you not see?”

“Not really.”

“If we left her bed, if there is any touch that we prefer to hers, then perhaps she is not the most desirable woman in the world.”

I thought about that for a second. “So, this entire expedition is to punish you two?”

“Not entirely. I believe Belle does want to test the ground, as it were, before she visits herself.”

“Why does she want to visit at all?”

“It will be something political, of that you can be sure,” Jean-Claude said.

“So punishing the two of you this time is what, an extra treat?”

They started to do another of those looks, but I touched Jean-Claude’s face, forced him to look at me. “No, no more mysterious looks, just say it.”

“Belle is the most desirable woman in the world, her entire power base, her entire self-image is built on that. She must find a way to understand why we left, and why we prefer to stay away, even now.”

“So,” I said.

“You are being too subtle,” Asher said, pushing himself to his feet and striding over to us.

“Fine, you tell me,” I said.

“Just as Belle saw Julianna as a threat, so she will see you. But we hope to convince her that it is not another woman alone that keeps us entertained, but a man. Belle never did see men as competition, not as she did a woman.”

“So that’s why you’ve prettied Micah up.”

“And others,” Asher said.

I looked at Jean-Claude. “Others?”

He had the grace to look embarrassed, but it didn’t work completely, his eyes looked pleased. “If Musette can report to Belle that I have a harem of men, then Belle will cease to be worried about you.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so, Jean-Claude. I think she’s got a taste of me now. She’s either going to be afraid of me, or attracted to the power.”

“I believe she marked you once to torment me, ma petite. She does not truly want you as her human servant, but she is angry with me, angry with you for having me.” He shook his head. “She thinks like a woman, ma petite, and not a modern one. You think more like a man, so it is hard to explain to you.”

“No, I think I’ve got an inkling. You’re going to try and convince Belle’s people that you didn’t dump her for any woman, but for a lot of men.”

“Oui.”

“And if the sight of a lot of gorgeous men torments Paolo, too, so much the better.”

He smiled, but it left his eyes hard and unpleasant. “Oui, ma petite.”

I didn’t say it out loud, but Belle Morte wasn’t the only one who rarely did anything without having more than one motive.

44

THE BANQUET WAS in one of the inner rooms of the Circus. One I’d never seen before. I knew that the place was huge and I’d seen only a fraction of it, but I hadn’t realized I’d missed a room this size. It was literally cavernous, because it had originally been a cave, a huge, towering, space that water had carved out of solid stone over a few million years. There was no water now, only rock and the cool air. It was the way the air tasted, the way it touched your skin that let you know somehow that all this dark splendor was nature’s handy work, not man’s. I don’t know what the difference between natural caves and man-made ones is, but the air feels different, it just does.

I expected torches for the night, but was surprised to find that there was gas. Gas lamps placed around the room, chasing back the dark. I asked Jean-Claude when he’d installed the gas, and he said that some bootleggers had done it during prohibition, that the cavern had been a speakeasy. Nikolaos, the Master of the City before Jean-Claude, had let the bootleggers pay