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"Which I did," Hannibal confessed. "The more fool I. Honi soit qui mal y pense. I was still at<br />
Consuela’s flat in town-Valla begged me not to tell her. Valla slipped me <strong>the</strong> letter, I gave her <strong>the</strong><br />
translation <strong>the</strong> next time we were here; she must have spent all night writing a reply, which I <strong>the</strong>n took<br />
and translated into English.<br />
This wimpled, whining, purblind wayward boy,<br />
This senior junior, giant-dwarf Dan Cupid;<br />
Regent <strong>of</strong> love-rhymes, lord <strong>of</strong> folded arms,<br />
The anointed sovereign <strong>of</strong> sighs and groans. . . .<br />
"Her shining knight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> north must have gotten her letter somehow-I have no idea how <strong>the</strong>y exchange<br />
letters, but if it were me I'd have a drop-box somewhere in <strong>the</strong> hills-because <strong>the</strong> next time I came here<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was ano<strong>the</strong>r letter from him, longer but no better spelled...."<br />
"And <strong>the</strong> correspondence flourished," concluded January grimly. "As such correspondences will. I<br />
understand your not wanting to smirch <strong>the</strong> young lady's name by accusing her <strong>of</strong> trading letters with a<br />
man her fa<strong>the</strong>r almost certainly wouldn't approve <strong>of</strong>, but since Fernando had learned already that she was<br />
exchanging love-letters with someone...”<br />
"Why didn't I tell Fernando it wasn't me?" Hannibal leaned back against <strong>the</strong> bedpost. Like most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
household, he was somberly dressed, his trousers and short Mexican jacket both black out <strong>of</strong> respect<br />
for <strong>the</strong> family's grief, and a black silk scarf tied over his long hair, vaquero-fashion. "I asked Valla about<br />
it first, <strong>of</strong> course-I had deduced, from being slammed up against a wall and half-strangled, that Fernando<br />
had found <strong>the</strong> love-letters. She <strong>the</strong>n assured me that she had burned <strong>the</strong> originals, and that she was<br />
prepared to swear that not only had I written all <strong>the</strong> letters to her myself, but that I had sneaked into <strong>the</strong><br />
women's courtyard at night and attempted to rape her. The light <strong>of</strong> love, <strong>the</strong> purity <strong>of</strong> grace / The<br />
mind, <strong>the</strong> music breathing from her face. . ."<br />
January said, "Hmmn."<br />
"You can see why I am extremely glad that somebody showed up who at least believes me." The<br />
fiddler fell silent for a time, chewing on a corner <strong>of</strong> his graying mustache, watching January with somber,<br />
c<strong>of</strong>fee-black eyes. "Which I appreciate, by <strong>the</strong> way," he added. "Especially as I realize that this-er-new<br />
addition to <strong>the</strong> evidence in no way lessens my motivation for killing Fernando. Or <strong>of</strong>fers an alternative<br />
source <strong>of</strong> poison in <strong>the</strong> approximately three minutes between <strong>the</strong> conclusion <strong>of</strong> supper and my entry to<br />
his study, glass in hand."<br />
"I'm not so sure about that." January touched <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tea-pot with <strong>the</strong> backs <strong>of</strong> his fingernails.<br />
"What can you tell me about Sacripant Guillenormand?"<br />
Voices in <strong>the</strong> corredor. Don Prospero's: "Their President would never dare to enter into war with<br />
Mexico, my Eagle! And <strong>the</strong> Americans <strong>the</strong>mselves are few and cowardly. You have nothing to concern<br />
yourself with."<br />
"I have to concern myself with that scoundrel chargé d'affaires Butler and those troublemakers he calls<br />
his secretaries.... Ah, my beautiful lady Rose!"<br />
January and Hannibal traded a glance, <strong>the</strong>n both went out into <strong>the</strong> arcade, January pausing only long<br />
enough to stow <strong>the</strong> little pot <strong>of</strong> tea in <strong>the</strong> bottom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chest, tucked carefully in with Rose's petticoats.