The knock came again, louder this time. James bolted to his feet. “That,” he said, “is almost certainly my father. I had rather expected he might arrive here once everyone left the Institute.”

Cordelia nodded. She still looked a little stunned. “Of course you should talk to him, then.”

“Daisy.” He caught hold of her shoulders. “I’m not going to talk to him. I’m going to send him away. We must talk, you and I. It is past time for it.”

“But if you want to—”

“I want to talk to you.” He kissed her forehead, then let her go. “Wait for me upstairs, in your room. There is a great deal I need to explain to you. It’s desperately important. Do you believe me?”

“Well,” she said. “If it’s desperate.” She tried to smile, abandoned the effort, and left the room; he heard her footsteps on the stairs. James paused to brush his clothes off—it wouldn’t do to tell his father to go to blazes, politely, while totally rumpled—and headed for the vestibule. His mind was full of what he would say to Cordelia. How he would tell her. He barely knew how to explain it all to himself—what he suspected, what he knew, what he felt. But he needed to tell her, more than he had ever needed anything in his life.

James had reached the entryway. He flung open the front door, letting in a blast of cold air—and found himself staring into Grace’s ice-gray eyes. He stood frozen in shock as she threw herself into his arms.

GRACE: 1900

In the moment when Grace stood in the forest and fastened the bracelet onto James’s wrist, she saw something change in him. It was as if she had taken a lamp and turned down its flame.

From then on, James loved her. Or believed he loved her. To him, there was no difference.

28 NO WISE MAN

I am caught in Love’s web so deceitful

None of my endeavors turned fruitful.

I knew not when I rode the high-blooded steed

The harder I pulled its reins the less it would heed.

Love is an ocean with such a vast space

No wise man can swim it in any place.

—Rabi’a Balkhi

For a moment, James could not move. He stood frozen with shock and horror as Grace clung to him, her slim arms tenacious, her body pressed flat to his. For years he had dreamed about holding Grace in his arms, with a sort of restless hunger, wanting it almost without knowing why.

Now he knew why. And now, with her in his arms, he felt only revulsion.

“James.” Grace drew back a little, though her fingers were still laced behind his neck. “I came as soon as I got the message.”