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“That’s an interesting connection. Good, clear thinking.”

“That’s one of my major skills. I kept going over and over the clue. Look within, look without, singing goddess, and so on. So I went looking. Didn’t expect to walk in and see the key waiting for me on a pew. But I thought maybe I’d see the symbol of it, you know? Something worked into a stained-glass window or a molding. But I didn’t.”

“It was still a good idea.”

“A better one might be to go back to that house and talk to Rowena and Pitte again.”

“Maybe. Want to know what I found out?”

“I do.”

He waited while their entrées were served, then studied her fish and his steak. “How do you feel about surf and turf?”

“Amenable.” They cut off portions, passed them.

“You know, this could develop into a serious deal. You and me? A lot of people are fussy about sharing food. I never get that.” He sampled the steak. “I mean, it’s food. You’re supposed to eat it. What’s the difference if it was on somebody else’s plate first?”

“That’s an interesting element to factor into a potential relationship. Now, what did you find out?”

“I talked to my grandmother about the story. There were some details I didn’t remember clearly. First, there was dissension in the ranks over the god-king making a mortal his queen. It was okay to fool around with mortals, but he brought her behind the Curtain of Power—or the Curtain of Dreams. It’s called both. And he took her as his wife. Because of this, some of the gods set themselves apart from the young king and his mortal wife, established their own rule.”

“Politics.”

“Can’t get away from it. Naturally, this didn’t sit too well with the king. There are other stories, full of war and intrigue and heroics, and that brings us to the daughters. Beloved by their parents, and by those loyal to the king and his wife. Each had beauty, as you’d expect, and each had power—a talent. One was an artist, one a bard, and one a warrior. Devoted to each other, they grew up in the kingdom, taught by a young goddess of magic, guarded by the king’s most trusted warrior god. Either the teacher or the guard was to be with them at all times, to keep them safe from the plots surrounding them.”

“In the painting there were two figures, a man and a woman, in the background. They seemed to be in an embrace.”

Flynn gestured with his fork, then speared more steak. “That fits with what’s coming. The king’s advisers were campaigning to have the daughters marry three gods of rank from the opposing faction. To unite the kingdom again. But the self-proclaimed king of the opposing faction didn’t like the idea of giving up his throne. Power had corrupted him, and his thirst for more, for complete dominance of this, let’s say, netherworld, and the mortal one, consumed him. He wanted to kill the daughters, but he knew that if he did, all but his most devoted followers would turn against him. So he devised a plot, and the two who were closest to the daughters aided him, by falling in love.”

“They betrayed the daughters?”

“Not purposely.” He tipped more wine into their glasses. “By distraction. By looking at each other rather than looking after their charges. And as the daughters were young women, fond of their keepers, they made it easy for the lovers to slip away from time to time. And one day when they were unprotected, the spell was cast.”

“Their souls were stolen.”

“It’s more than that. Are you going to eat the rest of that steak?”

“Hmm.” She glanced down at her plate. “No. Do you want it?”

“For Moe. I go back empty-handed, he’ll sulk.” He asked the waiter to box up the leftovers, then smiled at Malory. “Dessert?”

“No, just coffee. Tell me the rest.”

“Two coffees, a crème brûlée, and two spoons. You’ll never hold out against the crème brûlée,” he said to Malory, then leaned forward to finish the tale. “The bad king’s a clever guy, and a sorcerer. He doesn’t take heat for slaying innocents, and he turns the good king’s choices and policy against him. If a mortal is fit to be queen, if three half-mortals are worthy of rank, then let the mortals prove it. Only mortals can break the spell. Until that’s done, the daughters will sleep—unharmed. If mortal women, one to represent each daughter, can find each of the three keys, then the Box of Souls will be unlocked, the daughters’ souls restored, and the kingdoms united.”

“And if they fail?”

“The most popular version, according to my granny, has the bad king setting a time limit. Three thousand years—one millennium for each daughter. If the keys aren’t found and the box unlocked within that time, he alone rules, both the god-world and the mortal.”

“I never understand why anyone wants to rule the world. Seems like one big headache to me.” She pursed her lips when the dish of crème brûlée was set between them. Flynn was right, she decided. She wasn’t going to be able to hold out against it. “What happened to the lovers?”

“A couple of versions of that, too.” He dipped his spoon in at one end of the dish while Malory dipped into the other. “My grandmother’s pick is the one that has the grieving king sentencing the lovers to death, but his wife intervened, asking for mercy. Instead of execution, banishment. They were cast out through the Curtain of Dreams, forbidden to return until they found the three mortal women who would unlock the box of souls. And so they wander the earth, gods living as mortals, in search of the triad who will release not only the souls of the daughters but their own as well.”

“Rowena and Pitte think they’re the teacher and the warrior?”

It pleased him that their conclusions meshed. “That would be my take. You’ve got a couple of weirdos on your hands, Malory. It’s a nice faerie tale. Romantic, colorful. But when people start casting themselves and others in the roles, you’re edging into psychoville.”

“You’re forgetting the money.”

“No, I’m not. The money worries me. Seventy-five thousand means it’s not a game to them, not a little role-playing entertainment. They’re serious. Either they actually believe the myth or they’re seeding the ground for a con.”

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