Part 2 (1/2)

He wanted Adryel to attend the meeting, and to confirm his report and his observations. He had seen her nodding as he spoke during the meeting. He supposed she agreed with him, and, had she been a member of the council, she would have given support. He crossed the garden on his way to the house Adryel shared with Ramael, to tell her of his intention and to solicit her support.

Of course Ramael would hear what he said to her, and, since it was too much to hope Ramael would side with him, Lucifer expected he would likely run to Michael, giving him a full report.

He shrugged.

”Let him tattle,” he said to himself as he strolled down the avenue. ”Michael will have no grounds to interfere. In fact, Michael might overreact and antagonize the students, raise their ire beyond what I can do alone.”

Lucifer walked on, looking down at the path, deep in thought. His head jerked up when he heard voices. Although the garden was beautiful in the evening, lit by soft lanterns whose light was reflected by the stream that meandered through it, he had, for some reason, not expected to encounter anyone. His pace slowed almost to a stop as he listened, trying to make out the words, but the voices were too soft.

Curious, he chose a path that led toward the sound. Peering from behind a shrub, he saw two figures reclining on a red blanket beside the stream, a basket and a wine jug beside them.

”Orbs,” he sniffed. He was immediately ashamed of himself. It was a derogatory term. Lesser angels sometimes used it in reference to the manner in which the powers' faces would glow like an orb of light whenever they were happy. Its use was beneath him, and, even though he had been speaking to himself, he felt as if he were one of the lowlife, trashy angels who thought themselves superior to the powers, not because of anything they had accomplished, but simply because they had been born angels.

Both of the figures seemed to be powers. Their voices were soft, though, a sign of intelligence in Lucifer's experience. One was male, the other female. The breeze dropped, stilling the rustling of the leaves on the trees, and Lucifer could hear them clearly. His jaw tensed when he recognized Adryel's voice. He knew the other must be Ramael's. They were inseparable even though they had been paired for a short time. Short from Lucifer's perspective that is. He was certain their youth would have them thinking a century was like totally forever.

He rolled his eyes and then took another step, gently moving a branch aside. It was Adryel, indeed. He could see her plainly now. She was beautiful, he had to admit. Her red hair framed her pale, glowing face and contrasted with the deep blue robe she was wearing. Lucifer recalled his speech before the council, his example of what might happen if humans were to be set loose with free will and no bias toward doing good. If the other members could see her now, they would clearly understand how a human might easily choose to do evil.

”It was my first cla.s.s this morning, and we were discussing a question of ethics.”

”Go on,” Ramael encouraged.

Lucifer pushed his speech from his mind and focused on what the two were saying.

”A guard had been posted on the wall with orders not to leave his post. Looking down, he saw his friend approaching the north gate on a horse. The horse suddenly reared, throwing the rider to the ground. Afraid his friend would be trampled, the guard left his post, and rushed to pull him to safety.

”Everyone was happy the angel's life had been saved, but the guard was confined to his quarters for a week because he had left his post. Was the punishment just?”

”Who issued the order that the guard not leave the wall?”

”Who? His commander. You.” Adryel laughed.

”I did?”

”Ramael, it's hypothetical. It's an example. . .Anyway, suppose it did happen. Would the punishment be just? Can the guard's action be both good and bad? Praised and punished?”

Their voices dropped and Lucifer stepped closer. He recognized the debate.

”Yes. That feels good,” he heard Adryel say. He squinted so he could see clearly. Adryel was lying on her stomach and Ramael was rubbing her back. ”Shameless,” Lucifer huffed. ”In a public place. Surely they wouldn't. . .”

”Cariel, a power, one of my students, argued that an action must be either good or bad, that it cannot be both. She said the guard should be rewarded for saving the friend's life. After all, she said, the city has never been attacked and never will be. One less guard on the wall for ten minutes put no one in danger.”

She stopped talking for a moment and giggled at something Ramael had leaned down to whisper in her ear. Lucifer rolled his eyes.

”Anyway. . .another student, an angel of course, took the opposing view. Cariel was winning the debate, and the other students were becoming involved, clapping, shouting, giving cat calls, when, suddenly, the room went silent. I looked up and found Lord Lucifer standing in the doorway.”

Lucifer felt his face burning.

”He asked our topic. 'It's an old question I once debated with my professor,' I told him.” She shook her head. ”Lord Lucifer's face turned fire-red. He whipped around and stalked from the room. I could almost see smoke billowing from his ears.”

”He's an archangel. He should not have been angry.”

”You're right. He shouldn't have been. I sometimes think Lord Lucifer is an archangel in name only.”

”Disrespectful little hussy,” Lucifer hissed.

”Anyway, he was angry because he recalled that when I argued with my professor, I won and. . .”

”Your muscles are tight.”

Lucifer watched as Ramael moved his hands up and began to ma.s.sage her shoulders.

”Oh, yes. That's the spot.”

”Who was your teacher?”

”Lord Lucifer, of cour-” Adryel paused speaking to utter a long sigh.

But Ramael stopped the ma.s.sage. ”You say you won? Lord Lucifer admitted defeat?”

Lucifer winced at the surprise in Ramael's voice. ”Never,” he growled under his breath. ”Never. I did not lose. I merely. . .withdrew.”

Adryel chuckled. ”Lord Lucifer? Of course not. The debate ended when he turned and stomped away. Almost everyone in the room stood and cheered. I had the good sense not to press the issue, and we never discussed it again.”

Lucifer stared, mesmerized again as Adryel turned over and placed her arms around Ramael's neck. Then he choked as he imagined what might follow.

”Tell me, Ramael, why do we post guards on the wall? As Cariel argued, we have no enemies. No one is going to attack us. Why do we even have the wall?”

Ramael kissed her on the forehead. ”I can't say. Lord Michael ordered the wall to be built. He ordered the guard. He told me the time would come when we would need protection.”

He kissed her cheek. ”I follow my orders.”

”But you graduated from the Inst.i.tute with honors. You were taught to question everything!”

”Everything,” he agreed. ”Everything except Lord Michael. . .and you.”

Adryel giggled. ”That tickles.”

”Your right leg has always been ticklish.”

”So you never question me?”

”Do you question me?”

”Of course not. I know exactly what you want.”

”Give me an order.”

”Well. . .”