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The dirt of the church sepulcher still clung to the cloth of her coat and to her blond hair, and she looked like an angel dragged in the dust.
"I won't have them come between me and what I mean to do," I said.
She took a deep breath.
"Do you want to lead these creatures to your beloved Monsieur Roget?" she asked.
That was too dreadful to contemplate.
The first few drops of rain were falling and I felt cold in spite of the blood. In a moment it would be raining hard.
"All right," I said. "Nothing can be done until this is finished!" I said. I mounted the horse and reached for her hand.
"Injury only spurs you on, doesn't it?" she asked. She was studying me. "It would only strengthen you, whatever they did or tried to do. "
"Now this is what I call mortal nonsense!" I said. "Come on!"
"Lestat," she said soberly. "They put your stable boy in a gentleman's frock coat after they killed him. Did you see the coat? Hadn't you seen it before?"
That damned red velvet coat . . .
"I have seen it," she said. "I had looked at it for hours at my bedside in Paris. It was Nicolas de Lenfent's coat. "
I looked at her for a long moment. But I don't think I saw her at all. The rage building in me was absolutely silent. It will be rage until I have proof that it must be grief, I thought. Then I wasn't thinking.
Vaguely, I knew she had no notion yet how strong our passions could be, how they could paralyze us. I think I moved my lips, but nothing came out.
"I don't think they've killed him, Lestat," she said.
Again I tried to speak. I wanted to ask, Why do you say that, but I couldn't. I was staring forward into the orchard.
"I think he is alive," she said. "And that he is their prisoner. Otherwise they would have left his body there and never bothered with that stable boy. "
"Perhaps, perhaps not. " I had to farce my mouth to form the words.
"The coat was a message. "
I couldn't stand this any longer.
"I'm going after them," I said. "Do you want to return to the tower? If I fail at this. . . "
"I have no intention of leaving you," she said.
The rain was falling in earnest by the time we reached the boulevard du Temple, and the wet paving stones magnified a thousand lamps.
My thoughts had hardened into strategies that. were more instinct than reason. And I was as ready for a fight as I have ever been. But we had to find out where we stood. How many of them were there? And what did they really want? Was it to capture and destroy us, or to frighten us and drive us off? I had to quell my rage, I had to remember they were childish, superstitious, conceivably easy to scatter or scare.
As soon as we reached the high ancient tenements near Notre Dame, I heard them near us, the vibration coming as in a silver flash and vanishing as quickly again.
Gabrielle drew herself up, and I felt her left hand on my wrist. I saw her right hand on the hilt of her sword.
We had entered a crooked alleyway that turned blindly in the dark in front of us, the iron clatter of the horse's shoes shattering the silence, and I struggled not to be unnerved by the sound itself.
It seemed we saw them at the same moment.
Gabrielle pressed back against me, and I swallowed the gasp that would have given an impression of fear.
High above us, on either side of the narrow thoroughfare, were their white faces just over the eaves of the tenements, a faint gleam against the lowering sky and the soundless drifts of silver rain.
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