Ginn Hale - Wicked Gentlemen

He stepped back from Belimai, but already the sensation was fading. A moment later all that remained was a slight warmth in the pit of his stomach.

"Is something wrong?" Belimai asked.

"No." Harper should have known better than to taste Belimai's blood.

"Just put these on." Harper handed Belimai his gloves.

"You're sure—"

"Your eyes are still too easy to see." Harper pulled the cap lower over Belimai's face. The shadow of the brim fell well below Belimai's eyes. "There. Perfect."

"So, now what?" Belimai asked.

"We walk down to the Green-Hill carriage house and take the last carriage out to St. Bennet's."

"Are you insane?" Belimai stared at him. "If there's been a murder, the Inquisition will have men staking out every carriage house, dock, and city gate."

"They will be looking for Prodigals, not other Inquisitors. When they ask your name, you tell them William J. Harper—"

"I'm going to claim to be you? That will never work."

"It will work just fine. Trust me."

"What if they ask me what the 'J' stands for?" Belimai asked.

"They aren't going to ask—"

"I think I ought to know," Belimai snapped. "If I'm claiming to be William J. Harper, then I want to know what the 'J' stands for."

"Jubal," Harper said at last.

"Jubal?" Belimai cocked his head slightly. "What kind of name is that?"

"Jubal, son of Lamech and Adah. 'Father of all such as handle the harp and organ.' Genesis 4:21."

"So, they knew when you were born that you'd be an organ handler?" Belimai smirked.

"And aren't you glad they were right?" Harper replied. He was relieved to see Belimai smile slightly in response.

"Don't you think that they'll know I'm not you?" Belimai asked.

"They won't know if we go to Archer's Green. I've never been there, and none of their courthouses overlap with ours in Brighton. Someone might recognize my name, but that's all," Harper said. "We'll wait until the carriage has pulled up, then we'll walk in and give our names and destinations. We'll pay and get in the carriage, and that will be that. There won't be time for any small talk with the other Inquisitors. All right?"

Belimai took in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. Harper noticed the slight tremors that passed through Belimai's body. For the first time in their acquaintance, Harper wished that he had a few grams of ophorium to offer Belimai, just to still his shaking. Belimai shoved his trembling hands into his coat pockets.

"I suppose that I'll just pretend that all this shaking is from the cold. You think they'll believe that at the carriage house?"

"No one will even ask," Harper replied.

"What if they do? What if they take one look at me and know I'm not you?"

"Then we'll just run like hell." Harper gripped Belimai's shoulder and stepped back out into the rain with him. "Come on. Everything will be fine."

"Oh, yes. How could we fail with such a foolproof plan? You're really wasting your talents in the Inquisition, you know. You ought to work for the war department." Despite his sarcasm, Belimai seemed to relax.

Harper felt an unwarranted ease. Perhaps he was simply too tired to be afraid anymore. He was glad to be walking through the passing seconds, not chasing them in desperation. This once, he thought, he might have arrived in time.

They walked side by side as the rain poured down over them and the gas lamps flickered in the darkness.

Harper had hoped, he and Belimai boarded the Green- Hill carriage without trouble. As other passengers pushed inside the dark shell of the carriage, Harper was crushed up against Belimai. Steadily both of the seats in the carriage filled. Harper tensed against the weight of the man on his left as the last passenger squeezed into the carriage. Belimai sat silently on Harper's right, pressed between Harper and the carriage wall.

Harper felt each wave of heat and every shudder that wracked Belimai's body. He wished he could see Belimai's face, but the carriage was too dark. When the light from the gas lamps outside flashed through the window, Harper would catch brief glances at Belimai. He saw little more than a stretch of ashen skin and the thin line of Belimai's pale mouth before the carriage plunged forward again into darkness.

Belimai's silence gnawed at Harper. He brushed his hand against Belimai's shoulder. He tried to make more room for Belimai, but he could only move a little before he unintentionally elbowed the man on his left. Belimai slumped against Harper. His skin was burning hot.

"I think I may vomit," Belimai whispered.

The man on Harper's left squirmed back from the two of them.

"You'll be fine," Harper said. "Just try to relax."

"I can't," Belimai groaned. "I really am going to vomit."

"Try to hang on." Harper knew that his words would change nothing, but they were all he could offer.

He wasn't surprised when the man on his left as well as two other travelers evacuated the carriage at the next stop. Waiting in the rain wasn't such a bad thing when compared to riding in a carriage next to a violently ill passenger. To Harper's relief, the rest of the passengers disembarked shortly after the carriage was checked and waved through the city gates. Only he and Belimai were traveling the full distance of the route.

Harper started to move to the other seat to give Belimai more room, but Belimai caught hold of him.

"Stay," Belimai said. "You're warm."

"Are you sure you don't want more space?" Harper asked.

"Not now. Maybe later," Belimai whispered.

He sank down and rested his head on Harper's leg. Belimai's entire body trembled. The skin of his cheek felt fevered even through the thick cotton of Harper's pants.

"I wish it were always this dark," Belimai said. "If only I had just a little..."

"A little what?" Harper asked after Belimai trailed off into silence.

"Ophorium." Belimai jerked upright suddenly. "I'm going to throw up."

He rocked forward and then collapsed down to the carriage floor. Harper reached to catch him, but it was too dark for him to see where Belimai was. Then Harper heard the latch of the carriage door click. Light from the rider's lamps at the front of the carriage poured in. Belimai hung out of the carriage, gripping the door handle for support as he retched.

Harper jumped forward, reaching under Belimai's chest to support his convulsing body as he leaned out of the carriage. Wind and icy pellets of rain slashed in through the open door. Belimai shook and coughed violently, but there was nothing in his stomach to bring up. Harper pulled him back in and slammed the carriage door shut. With a quick practiced flick of his hand, he snapped the lock into place.

"How long has it been since you've had any?"

"Too long, obviously." Belimai's voice was alarmingly soft. He could hardly pull himself back up to the seat cushions. Harper waited in the darkness while Belimai resettled himself, laying his head in Harper's lap again.

Belimai sighed. "Almost three days now."

"Why?" Harper asked.

"I didn't think you'd disapprove—"

"I don't." Harper cut in quickly before Belimai could elude the question. "I just wondered what could get you to do it."

"You don't want to know," Belimai said softly.

"If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't ask." Harper touched Belimai's forehead and then slowly brushed his fingers over the damp kinky mass of his hair. Belimai was silent. Harper knew he couldn't force Belimai to answer.

Perhaps Belimai was even right. Maybe he didn't want to know the answer. If Belimai had at last found another lover who inspired him to change, then it was not news that Harper would relish. What he wanted to hear was his own name.

Harper knew it was contemptible to wish that Belimai's salvation would come through him. It was a deeply selfish need to be a savior, if only for this one man. Still, it was what Harper wanted. He longed for it and at the same time knew that it was not likely to happen.