“And then Hesketh came, my Hesketh. Hesketh came into the old scriptorium. In the light of broken arched windows I saw Hesketh—solid as I am now. And gone was the warty and pockmarked skin that even the Blood had not been able to smooth, and the twisted and deformed limbs. This was the Hesketh I’d always loved, the pure and beautiful damsel inside the wreckage of malnourished and cruelly formed flesh. This was the Hesketh I’d loved with all my heart.”

He paused and studied Marius.

“She was a phantom, this Hesketh, but she was alive! Her hair was flaxen and her body tall and straight. Her pale hands and face were shimmering and soft. And another phantom was with her, as physically visible as was she. This phantom went by the name of Gremt. And it was he who had aided her wandering shade and given it solace and taught her how to appear to eyes such as yours and mine. This was Gremt who had taught her how to hold together the airy physical shape in which she sought to appear. It was he who taught her how to make that shape solid and enduring so that I could reach out and touch her with my hands. I could even kiss her lips. I could even take her in my arms.”

Marius said nothing, but he had seen ghosts this powerful himself. Not often, but he had seen them. He’d known of them but not known ever who they were.

He waited but Teskhamen had fallen quiet.

“What happened?” Marius whispered. “Why did this change the course of your life?”

“It changed everything because she remained with me,” said Teskhamen, looking at Marius again. “It was no fleeting moment. And with each passing night she grew stronger, and more clever at retaining her physical shape, and Gremt, whose powerful solid shape would have fooled any mortal, shared my hearth in the old monastery as she did, and we spoke of things invisible and visible and of blood drinkers and of the spirit that had come into the ancient Queen.”

He paused as if pondering and then went on.

“Of our species and history, Gremt knew all things, things that I did not know, for he’d been watching the course of the spirit Amel inside the Queen for centuries, and he knew of discoveries and battles and defeats of which I’d never heard a word.

“We forged an alliance, Gremt and Hesketh and me. I alone was a true physical being and provided some temporal rhythm for them that I have never fully come to understand. But in that place, that ruined monastery, we signed a pact, and our work together in this world began.”

“But what work was this?” Marius asked.