Tell her, Butters said. Harry, you were there, right? Tell her. He blinked. Oh, God, you were pretty out of it. Dont tell me you dont remember.
I remember, I said. Butters went full-on Jedi Knight on us. Sword. Vomm. Vroom, krsoom, kazark, skreeow.
Karrin gave me a suspicious glance, and looked back and forth between us. You cant be serious.
Got it with you? I asked Butters.
Are you kidding? he said, grinning. I may never put it down again.
So show her, I said.
You think thats . . . you know. Okay? To show it off like that?
You arent showing off, I said. Youre confirming her faith.
Butters screwed up his face and then said, Yeah. I guess thats okay, then. He reached into his coat and produced the hilt of Fidelacchius. The moment he drew it from his coat, the blade of light hissed out to its full length, banishing shadows from the room and humming with power.
Karrins eyes widened. Mary, Mother of God, she said. And . . . he just ran?
Not right away, I said. He took a swing at Butters here, first. And that thing sliced through Nicks sword like it was made of pasta.
Yeah, Butters said. Seemed to catch him totally off guard. And even if hed still had a sword, I dont think it would have helped him much. I mean, lightsaber. Actually, it was kinda unfair.
That guys earned it, I said.
Butters, Karrin said, shaking her head. Thats . . . thats really amazing. Im so proud of you.
If Butters could have floated up off the floor, Karrins words would have made him do so. Yeah, I . . . Thanks, Murph.
Murph.
Well, look at you, Butters. One of the boys.
Well deserved, she said. But . . . Her face turned grim. You dont have to keep it if you dont want to, you know.
Butters frowned and moved to return the handle to his coat. The blade vanished seemingly of its own accord. Why wouldnt I keep it?
Lot of responsibility, bearing one of those, Karrin said.
Lot of travel, too, I said, just as seriously.
Bad guys, Karrin noted.
Hopeless situations youll be expected to overcome, I said.
Monsters, ghosts, ghouls, vampires, Karrin said.
And all the Knights of the Blackened Denarius will want to stuff you and mount you on the wall, I said, my voice harder. Butters, you took Nicodemus by surprise on what was probably theworst day hes had in a couple of thousand years, when his only backup was a woman twisty enough to marry him, who had spent the past two days trying to derail his plans. He retreated because he was facing a new and unknown threat and it was the smart thing to do. Next time you see him, he wont be running away. Hell be planning to kill you.
Butters looked at me uncertainly. Do . . . do you guys not think I can do it?
I stared at him, expression suitably grave. Karrin too.
Michael and Charity said theyd train me, he said seriously. And Michael said hed show me how to work out and eat right and help me figure out what the Sword can do. I mean . . . I know Im just a little guy buthe took a deep breathI can do something. Make a difference. Help people. Thats a chance a lot of people never get. I want it.
Karrin glanced at me and asked, What do you think?
I winked at her, and we both grinned as I said, Hell do. I mean, he routed Nicodemus Archleone and all. I guess thats something.
Yeah, Karrin said. Thats something.
Butters grinned in relief. Oh, he said. There is one thing I . . . I sort of have an issue with.
Whats that? I asked.
He spread his hands and said, A Jewish Knight of the Cross?
Karrin burst out into something suspiciously like giggles. Later, she would swear that it had been the drugs.
* * *
Butters left Karrin and me alone a little while later. We had a few minutes until some polite nurse would be along to kick me out.
Youre going to have to take care of yourself, Karrin said quietly. Over the next few weeks. Rest. Give yourself a chance to heal. Keep the wound on your leg clean. Get to a doctor and get that arm into a proper cast. I know you cant feel it, but its important that
I stood, leaned over the bed, and kissed her on the mouth.
Her words dissolved into a soft sound that vibrated against my lips. Then her good arm slid around my neck, and there wasnt any sound at all. It was a long kiss. A slow one. A good one. I didnt draw away until it came to its end. I didnt open my eyes for a moment after.
. . . oh . . . , she said in a small voice. Her hand slid down my arm to lie upon mine.
We do crazy things for love, I said quietly, and turned my hand over, fingers curling around hers.
She swallowed. Her cheeks were flushed with color. She lowered her eyes.
I want you to rest and get better, too, I said. We have some things to do.
Like what? she asked.
I remember, I said. Butters went full-on Jedi Knight on us. Sword. Vomm. Vroom, krsoom, kazark, skreeow.
Karrin gave me a suspicious glance, and looked back and forth between us. You cant be serious.
Got it with you? I asked Butters.
Are you kidding? he said, grinning. I may never put it down again.
So show her, I said.
You think thats . . . you know. Okay? To show it off like that?
You arent showing off, I said. Youre confirming her faith.
Butters screwed up his face and then said, Yeah. I guess thats okay, then. He reached into his coat and produced the hilt of Fidelacchius. The moment he drew it from his coat, the blade of light hissed out to its full length, banishing shadows from the room and humming with power.
Karrins eyes widened. Mary, Mother of God, she said. And . . . he just ran?
Not right away, I said. He took a swing at Butters here, first. And that thing sliced through Nicks sword like it was made of pasta.
Yeah, Butters said. Seemed to catch him totally off guard. And even if hed still had a sword, I dont think it would have helped him much. I mean, lightsaber. Actually, it was kinda unfair.
That guys earned it, I said.
Butters, Karrin said, shaking her head. Thats . . . thats really amazing. Im so proud of you.
If Butters could have floated up off the floor, Karrins words would have made him do so. Yeah, I . . . Thanks, Murph.
Murph.
Well, look at you, Butters. One of the boys.
Well deserved, she said. But . . . Her face turned grim. You dont have to keep it if you dont want to, you know.
Butters frowned and moved to return the handle to his coat. The blade vanished seemingly of its own accord. Why wouldnt I keep it?
Lot of responsibility, bearing one of those, Karrin said.
Lot of travel, too, I said, just as seriously.
Bad guys, Karrin noted.
Hopeless situations youll be expected to overcome, I said.
Monsters, ghosts, ghouls, vampires, Karrin said.
And all the Knights of the Blackened Denarius will want to stuff you and mount you on the wall, I said, my voice harder. Butters, you took Nicodemus by surprise on what was probably theworst day hes had in a couple of thousand years, when his only backup was a woman twisty enough to marry him, who had spent the past two days trying to derail his plans. He retreated because he was facing a new and unknown threat and it was the smart thing to do. Next time you see him, he wont be running away. Hell be planning to kill you.
Butters looked at me uncertainly. Do . . . do you guys not think I can do it?
I stared at him, expression suitably grave. Karrin too.
Michael and Charity said theyd train me, he said seriously. And Michael said hed show me how to work out and eat right and help me figure out what the Sword can do. I mean . . . I know Im just a little guy buthe took a deep breathI can do something. Make a difference. Help people. Thats a chance a lot of people never get. I want it.
Karrin glanced at me and asked, What do you think?
I winked at her, and we both grinned as I said, Hell do. I mean, he routed Nicodemus Archleone and all. I guess thats something.
Yeah, Karrin said. Thats something.
Butters grinned in relief. Oh, he said. There is one thing I . . . I sort of have an issue with.
Whats that? I asked.
He spread his hands and said, A Jewish Knight of the Cross?
Karrin burst out into something suspiciously like giggles. Later, she would swear that it had been the drugs.
* * *
Butters left Karrin and me alone a little while later. We had a few minutes until some polite nurse would be along to kick me out.
Youre going to have to take care of yourself, Karrin said quietly. Over the next few weeks. Rest. Give yourself a chance to heal. Keep the wound on your leg clean. Get to a doctor and get that arm into a proper cast. I know you cant feel it, but its important that
I stood, leaned over the bed, and kissed her on the mouth.
Her words dissolved into a soft sound that vibrated against my lips. Then her good arm slid around my neck, and there wasnt any sound at all. It was a long kiss. A slow one. A good one. I didnt draw away until it came to its end. I didnt open my eyes for a moment after.
. . . oh . . . , she said in a small voice. Her hand slid down my arm to lie upon mine.
We do crazy things for love, I said quietly, and turned my hand over, fingers curling around hers.
She swallowed. Her cheeks were flushed with color. She lowered her eyes.
I want you to rest and get better, too, I said. We have some things to do.
Like what? she asked.
