“You can’t kill Lucienafterhe’s turned immortal.So why not try before?”
Christien’s heart thundered.Could he do it?Would it work?And if it did, would he be able to save Madelaine before Giselle killed her the first time?
“We’re at the edge of Count Flandres’s property,” Michael said.“A day or so ride will get you to the castle.”
“Then what?”he asked.
“This is new territory for me, Christien.God has made it very clear that we are forbidden to alter past or future events.What I did, whatwe’redoing, is very much taboo.If discovered, God’s wrath will be immense.”
Christien had never seen Michael scared and he wouldn’t exactly say the angel was scared now, but he was nervous which made Christien nervous.
“How immense?”
Michael shrugged.“I know not.No one has ever defied God in this way.”
“Then why are you doing it now?”
Michael threw a stick into the fire and watched it burn.“Because something needs to be done about this.Because I’ve watched you and Madelaine struggle for centuries.Because some good must come of this.”
The enormity of what Michael had done weighed heavily on Christien’s shoulders.But he was also extremely grateful to be given yet one more chance.
“Thank you, brother.”
Michael looked up at him and grinned.“I thought you had no brothers.”
“I will gladly call you my brother for all that you have risked for me this day.My hope is that God’s wrath isn’t too massive.”
“Mine too, brother.Mine too.Let us hope you can kill Giselle and Lucheux and I can get you back to the twenty-first century before God realizes what we have done.”
Christien drew a deep breath, surprisingly comfortable in his old clothes with his old sword clutched in his hand.He settled beside the warm fire.For the first time since learning Giselle had left the States and come to France, he felt hope.
“Am I still immortal?”’Twas a good thing to know before going into battle.
Michael looked at him sharply, as if reading his emotions.“Aye.”
Christien nodded, fighting the surprising disappointment.Had he wanted to be mortal again?Vulnerable?
If you are vulnerable, you can die a noble death and join Madelaine in heaven.He picked up a stick and snapped it in half, feeling a coward for wanting to give up.Was it cowardly to wish for this pain to end?Or was it smart?There was only so much a mind could take, mortal or immortal.He threw the two halves of the stick into the fire.He couldn’t think like that.He had to pray that Michael brought him back here in time to save Madelaine.And then what?You bring her to the twenty-first century?
He pushed the questions away.He’d come to that when the time was right.For now he had to concentrate on getting there and killing Giselle and Lucien.
“By killing Lucheux and Giselle we are altering history, but hopefully God won’t be too angry for obliterating an evil that should have been obliterated hundreds of years ago.”Michael’s look was grim but determined.
Christien grinned.“Two wrongs equal a right?”
“Something like that.”
They fell into an easy silence, the fire crackling before them.Comrades-at-arms though this battle had far more consequences than any other battle Christien had been involved in.
“Tell me something, Michael.”
The angel grunted, his gaze glued to the fire.
“Why did you reincarnate Madelaine?”
Michael’s gaze flew to Christien.“I didn’t.”
“Then who?”
