Mag-log inCHAPTER 40: MatthewMatthew found his father in the study at seven in the morning, sitting in the dark with a cold cup of coffee.The curtains were still drawn. The television was off. On the desk lay a single sheet of paper, a registry filing, and Matthew knew without reading it what it was."You knew," he said.Victor did not look up."The Macmillan sale. His father. You did it, and you knew exactly what it would do." Matthew's voice cracked. "Didn't you? You knew he'd be ruined.""It was business.""Business?" Matthew stared at him. "A man died. A man who stood at your table every Christmas. And I've spent my whole life thinking you were..." He could not finish. He had always been afraid of his father. He had never before been ashamed of him.Victor said nothing at all.There was a sealed letter on the desk beside the filing. The crest on the envelope was the High Council's. A summons.Matthew looked at his father for a long, long time. Then he turned and walked out of the study,
CHAPTER 39: Tyla Tyla sent the picture before he had even reached his car. His thumb was shaking on the screen. Under the photograph he typed four words. I found him. Then he stopped, deleted them, and typed it again with more spaces between the letters, as if that might make it less true. I saw Soren. The reply came before he had finished buckling his seat belt. Matthew. Where. Some small village, he typed. It doesn't matter. He has a child, Matthew. There was a long pause. Then his phone rang. "Come home. Come home now." Victor Victor studied the photograph for a long time without speaking. Matthew paced behind his chair. Tyla sat on the sofa with his hands pressed together, bright-eyed and breathless, like a boy who had caught a rare butterfly. The study was very quiet. "Well, well," Victor said at last. He check the phone for the photograph . "Four years. A bakery." "We can use it," Tyla said eagerly. "The papers will go mad. A husband who ran away and hid a child. He
CHAPTER 38:SorenJunior told me at bedtime.I had tucked him in and was turning down the lamp when he said, very sleepily, "Papa, I met a man in the queue while I was playing My hand stopped on the switch."A man?""He gave me a lollipop. Red one." He yawned. "Um... his name was James. He had sad eyes. And he likes lorries."I stood very still. The lamp hummed. Outside the window a dog barked once and was quiet."Papa?" Junior looked up at me. "Why are you always looking at the window? The man was nice. He wasn't scary. He only said hello."I could not answer. I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my hand on his back, and he was asleep before I could find any words at all.Charles was waiting for me on the back step.He had a mug of tea going cold in his hands, and he did not look up when I came out. The yard was dark and smelled of wet stone. I sat beside him and for a while neither of us said a thing."He told you," Charles said at last."He told me a man named James gave him
CHAPTER 37:SorenI woke at three and was in the kitchen by half past.The shop was dark and cold, and the only light was the glow from the oven. Charles was already there with flour to his elbows, folding butter into a sheet of dough as if it had personally offended him."You're early," he said."I couldn't sleep.""Neither could I." He nodded at the second table. "Croissants. Help me roll."We worked side by side without talking for a while. It was the best part of the day. The street was silent, the dough was soft under my hands, and the smell of butter and yeast filled the whole room. After the third tray went into the oven I wiped my hands and sat down on a stool."I have to finish the green coat today," I said. "And there's an order I don't like.""What order?""A client, through the lawyer. Twelve of our coats, paid in full in advance, delivered to an address in the city." I rubbed my eyes. "And they want the designer to call and discuss the fabric. Personally."Charles stopped
CHAPTER 36: James The High Council had put off its sitting twice, first when an elder fell ill and then when two houses failed to send their people. On Thursday morning it finally met. James had slept three hours. He had seen his son the day before. The photograph was in his breast pocket and he could feel it against his chest like a second heartbeat. The chamber was full. The elders sat along the long table in dark coats. Victor sat across from him with his hands folded, and Matthew sat beside him, pale and tight in the jaw. In the gallery above, Tyla leaned on the rail with his eyes on Arthur. Elder Harrow struck the table once. "We are here to continue the inquiry into the conduct of the Head of this House. Victor Vance, you may proceed." Victor rose slowly. "Elders, I take no pleasure in this. But I move that James Vance be removed as Head of House." A murmur ran down the table. "Consider the facts. A private contract, printed in every paper in the country. A husband who
CHAPTER 35: Arthur Arthur did not turn on a single light when he got home.He sat on the edge of his bed in his coat and stared at the dark wall. His apartment was small and tidy and had never felt empty before. Now he could not stop seeing it. The boy in the road, the baker swinging him round. Soren in the doorway with flour on his face, laughing.On his phone was one photograph, taken as he turned to leave. His hands had been shaking so badly that it was blurred at the edges. It showed a yellow shop and a green awning and, on the step, a thin man with his sleeve rolled up, smiling at a boy.He had spent twelve years trying to take everything from a family. Tonight he had stood outside one and understood what it cost.He sat there until the window turned grey.JamesJames was already in the office when Arthur arrived. He had not slept either."Did you see him?" His voice was rough. "Did you find where he lives?""Yes, sir." Arthur set his coat down slowly. "I found the town. I didn







