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began to ask the blessing of the four great archangels.
    The warded corners glowed. Heaven would forfend any attempt to venture evil here. Remembering Brother Mascoli's instructions, he intoned, "In nomine Patri, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, fiat pace."  
    Standing now within the veil of light lying weightlessly on the chapel walls, Marco dipped the wine cup into the cold, murky canal water. Discipline and concentration were called for, here. Marco held the wine cup until the water was mirror-still.
    He began scrying, building up an image in his mind, calling by their true names, the triton Androcles and his mate Althea.
    The images and response came quickly. Wait. We come .
    An image of winter waves curling and foam-lines danced across the wine cup . . .
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    And a brief moment of a circular suckerlike mouth full of long needle-sharp teeth. And a terrible roaring.
    The wards flared to an incandescent brightness, briefly, and there was a sense that something had impacted against them. Hard.
    The tall candles were now merely burning wicks in a dripping pool of wax.
    Marco nearly dropped the wine cup. He turned to Brother Mascoli. "What happened?" he asked, afraid and angry at the same time. "What was that ?"
    The Hypatian Sibling was already kneeling, ignoring the fact that the stones were wet. "Join me," he said hastily. "We need to strengthen the wards. Now."  
    One thing Marco had learned: when a magician said "now" in that tone of voice, it was no time to ask questions.
    "What happened? Are Androcles and Althea all right?" Marco asked as soon as Brother Mascoli had finished leading the invocation. Marco's heart was in his mouth.
    "Describe exactly what you saw," the Sibling said, his usual calm considerably thinner.
    Marco did.
    Brother Mascoli nodded. "Yes." He let out a gusty sigh. "In my opinion, your merfolk are probably all right. In fact, they're probably completely unaware that anything happened. They were not the target of what you encountered."
    He blinked. "They weren't?"
    Brother Mascoli shook his head, and looked very grave indeed. "It is clear to me, Marco, that we need to work on your focus, and your defenses. You are very vulnerable when you are scrying like that, and I fear that this time only your bond with the Lion saved you. Part of you was outside the wards—and your ability stretches the window of vision. It is rare that one person can do that sort of scrying alone and unaided. As a consequence, you can see much more than, say, I can. Unfortunately, it also means you are then visible to anything lurking, waiting for the sign of your magic. You are at your most vulnerable under such circumstances."
    "And something attacked me."
    The information that he, and not the merfolk, had been the object of an attack made him feel a moment of relief. At least he had not been the cause of two innocents getting in harm's way.
    Brother Mascoli made the sign of the cross. "Something is definitely out there," he said quietly. "Something that dares not venture within the ancient boundaries of our current Venice, but knows what Marco Valdosta's mage-work feels like. Something that is so evil that the wards were called on to guard your very soul."
    Marco's relief evaporated, and he felt as if he had been doused in iced water. And now that he came to think about it . . .
    There'd been something very recognizable about that image, a feeling that he'd met it when they'd fought Chernobog's minions. He could almost taste the magic, foul beyond measure and polluted, yet with an edge of seductive sweetness—seductive, at least, if you were not aware that it was the sweetness of corruption.
    "But . . . I thought the Lion had defeated the evil that attacked Venice?" he whispered.
    Brother Mascoli was the gentlest and kindest of all the men that Marco knew. Right now he did not look gentle. "We have won a battle," he said quietly, sighing. "A battle, not the war. We need to go on being vigilant. And we need to