The Unfailing Light

"Katerina Alexandrovna!" Alix cried out hoarsely. "What have you done? This is an abomination!"

I grabbed her. "You must swear not to tell another soul about this."

She tried to back away from me, pale and shaking her head. "You are a wicked person! I would expect something like this from Elena, but not you."

"I have not done this on purpose. Please, Alix. Please believe me."

"Mistressss ..." Madame Metcherskey stumbled toward us, but was kept out by the magic barrier. "You must release me." Her face and lips were completely colorless. My heart hurt to look at her. And I feared that the noise she was making would wake the headmistress. There was a malice in her eyes that I'd never seen when she was alive. I knew she had never liked me when she lived, and now she'd never forgive me for doing this to her.

Alix shook her head. "No, not even Elena could do something so evil. You must fix it, Katerina."

"I can't. But I have to get her somewhere safe." I took a step forward. "Madame Metcherskey, you need to go see someone who may be able to help you. He has helped me before."

Alix's eyes grew even larger. "You've done this before? Katerina Alexandrovna, your soul must belong with the damned!"

"Mistresss, release me from your bidding. I have unfinished work to complete."

Madame Metcherskey did not behave the same way Count Chermenensky had. I wasn't sure if what had happened to her was the same thing that had happened to him. How could I raise the dead without realizing how I was doing it? I still did not know much about revenants and ghouls, but I was too afraid to let her roam the streets of St. Petersburg on her own. I took a deep breath. "No, Madame. You must do as I tell you. Go to the office of the Tibetan doctor, Pyotr Badmaev, on Nevski Prospekt. He will be able to keep you safe."

Madame Metcherskey's dark eyes narrowed and she growled. It did not sound human. Alix shrank back behind me and started to cry. But I was almost certain Madame could not harm me. I took my cloak and tossed it to her. I wished I could help her cover up, but I could not touch her through the empress's barrier. The image of the frozen shawl in the garden flashed before me. It must have been hers, I thought with a shudder. How long had it been since she'd risen from her grave?

I spoke as firmly as I could, even though I was shaking with fear and shivering with cold. "Go and speak with Dr. Badmaev. Use the servant entrance. Tell him I sent you."

I hoped he would not be too angry. I hoped the doctor would be able to calm her down. Count Chermenensky had usually been docile as long as he did not feel threatened.

Madame closed her eyes, as if she were fighting with herself. "As you wish, Mistressss," she hissed, and slowly shuffled toward the front gates.

Alix and I both held our breaths as we watched her disappear into the darkness, and then we hurried back inside. We closed the front door and leaned against the inside, sighing with relief.

Princess Alix turned to me, a chilling look in her eye. "I promise you, Katerina Alexandrovna, you will be punished for your wicked deeds. And if you are consorting with the devil, I swear on my mother's grave, I will kill you myself."

Stunned, I only stared at her as she walked quickly and silently back up the staircase to our room. I did not know what I could say to explain or defend myself to her. Necromancy was a wicked art. And I abhorred the thought of what I'd done to Madame Metcherskey. Even if it hadn't been on purpose. I had never been quite sure how I had brought Count Chermenensky back from the grave either. Did I simply have to wish them back to life? I did not know. And I couldn't let it happen again.

I rubbed my temples. I was cold and tired, but I was not sure if I could trust Alix anymore. Our room was dark when I returned. Both Elena and Aurora appeared to be sleeping in their cots. I did not think Alix was asleep, though. I sat down and huddled under my blanket, thankful at last for the warmth, but too worried to rest myself. After a long time, Alix's breathing slowed as she fell into a deep sleep. Elena was restless, tossing and turning, and even whimpering at times while she dreamt. It was a long, black night as I watched all of them and wondered if Madame Metcherskey had made it to Dr. Badmaev's safely.