Alexander stared at the point for a second, then shifted his gaze up the blade to the long-fingered, beringed hand wrapped around the grip. Past the narrow white ruffle at the wrist, along an arm encased in black velvet with red silk lining the pleats, to another narrow ruffle at the neck. Empty, pale eyes staring back at him. A scar nicking the left eyebrow and another emphasizing the edge of a sharp cheekbone. A thin, tight mouth that was beginning to loosen as confusion and amusement brought life into the eyes.
He took a step back. "You should watch where you're going, little priest." With his sword tip he scooped up his black velvet cap and replaced it on his head.
"I'm--I'm terribly sorry. Are you all right?"
"Just fine." The face tightened again as three members of the Papal Guard ran up.
"Brother, are you all right?" the lead Guard demanded. The other two had their hands on the hilts of their swords as they glared at the man in red and black.
Alexander looked back and forth between the two sides. "I'm fine, thank you." He wasn't sure the Guardsmen heard him. Around him he saw people backing away, but servants wearing various liveries lurked in corners and near doorways.
The man in red and black still had his sword out, pointed down and to one side. Still watching the Guards, he held a hand out to Alexander.
Slowly Alexander accepted the hand. He gasped at the strength that pulled him off the floor, and he stumbled trying to get his footing. The stranger grabbed his arm to steady him. Alexander realized he was between the swords and tried to pull away, but the grip on his arm tightened.
"Gentlemen!" came a loud, oddly accented voice. The stranger laughed very softly.
The man coming down the hallway was dark where the other stranger was fair, garbed in bright gold and green in counter to the red and black. But he also carried a sword, and Alexander didn't think his arrival was going to calm matters.
"Captain Angelo," the lead Guardsman nodded. "Your man here knocked down this novice."
"I'm sure there's some kind of misunderstanding. Isn't there, Guillermo?" Captain Angelo added with a glare.
Guillermo managed to erase most of the smirk on his face. "Oh, yes, there is. I was walking along, minding my own business, when all of a sudden this young man barreled into me out of nowhere." He sighed. "I know I should be more trusting, especially here in the Palace, but I thought I was under attack. I'm afraid I reacted automatically. I am sorry I threw you to the floor," he added directly to Alexander. "No hard feelings?"
"Um, none." Alexander tugged against the hold again, but Guillermo's hand didn't budge.
"Hold still," Guillermo muttered as Angelo apologized magnificently and insincerely. "Keep your mouth shut and you should get out of this without a scratch."
"Get out of what?"
"Hush, already. If everything goes according to plan, then nobody gets hurt."
Alexander swallowed. "That's the problem. I'm nobody."
Guillermo did a double take, but the appearance of two more guardsmen down the corridor distracted him. "I do apologize for the inconvenience, Brother Nobody, but we might need to extend our acquaintance a bit longer."
Alexander was completely baffled. Somehow he had precipitated some sort of crisis, but he knew he was irrelevant to how this turned out. He saw Captain Angelo's hand creep toward his sword as the pair of Guardsmen came down the corridor. Their eager smiles made him feel sick.
"By all the saints, signors, have you no shame? Swords drawn in the Apostolic Palace?"
The lead Guardsman took a startled step backwards. Alexander thought he saw the man crossing his fingers against the Evil Eye. "Monsignor Lewes. How did you know . . ."
Henry Giles, Monsignor Lewes, late of Canterbury in England, glared at all of them as he strode up. "Signore," he snapped at Guillermo, "put up your sword. And let that young man go."
Guillermo didn't obey until Angelo confirmed the order with a faint nod. Alexander yanked free, rubbing his arm.
Monsignor Lewes shook his head. "Brawling in the hallways, you should all be ashamed." He stepped between the two sides and took hold of Alexander's sleeve. "Stay with me, boy," he murmured. Alexander just nodded. At least Monsignor Lewes didn't have a sword. "Now, what is going on here?"
Alexander jumped in before anyone else. "I was running down the hall--I know I shouldn't, Monsignor, but I was late--I'm even more late, dio, the Master of Novices will have me flogged--"
Lewes patted his arm. "I'll explain what happened, boy. Go on."
"I ran into the--the gentleman here, then I fell down." Alexander looked away from the smirk on Guillermo's face. "I said I was sorry, and he said there were no hard feelings, and nobody got hurt, and I'm not sure why the Guards are here."
Lewes turned to the Guards. "Yes, sergeant? Why are your men here? And so many of them?"
"Well, Reverend Sir, we saw the scuffle and, considering the people involved . . ." Guillermo and Angelo smiled identical smiles and ran casual hands over the hilts of their swords.
"Indeed." Lewes glared at all of them again. "Two people have a collision in the heavily traveled halls of the Vatican, and the Papal Guard hurries to help. That's very gratifying, sergeant, but perhaps not the most efficient use of your time."
The Guardsman took the unsubtle hint. "Of course, Reverend Sir." He gathered his men with a look, and, with a final sneer at Guillermo and Angelo, headed off.
Angelo gave Lewes a very curious look. "A thousand thanks, Reverend Sir. No offense, but who are you that the Papal Guard turns tail when you snarl?"
Lewes tucked his hands into his wide sleeves. "Why, just another humble servant of our Holy Mother, captain. Nothing more."
"Indeed."
"Indeed." He spared another glare for Guillermo. "Surely, captain, you and your comrade have business elsewhere?"
Guillermo bristled, but Angelo smacked his arm. "We do, Reverend Sir. Come along, Guillermo."
Guillermo turned to follow, but paused to wink at Alexander. "Farewell, Brother Nobody. It's a pity we could extend our acquaintance." Angelo grabbed his sleeve and tugged him along.
Monsignor Lewes let a small smile escape as he watched the pair depart. "It seems you made somewhat of an impression on William the Bloody."
Alexander didn't recognize the English words. "On who?"
"Sorry. Your new friend. Guillermo il Sanguinante."
"Il San--" Alexander felt his knees wobble a little. "That was Guillermo il Sanguinante? The soldier?"
"Indeed. And his captain, Angelo di l'Irlanda." Monsignor Lewes took Alexander's arm again. "Brace up, lad, you came out of a scuffle with the Scourge of Europe quite well."
"But what would men like that be doing here?"
Lewes looked very thoughtful. "I don't know. Yet." He patted Alexander on the shoulder. "Now, what's your name, lad?"
"Alexander, Reverend Sir."
"Alexander. A good name. And where were you headed when all this blew up in your face?"
Alexander shook himself. "The Basilica. I'm supposed to help serve Mass with Cardinal Borgia. I don't know if I'm going to make it in time now."
"Yes, it would be such a tragedy to keep Cesare waiting." He caught the shocked look Alexander gave him. "I'm sorry, that was terribly rude of me. His Eminence will be waiting, but I'm sure there will be another novice available if necessary. I'll explain to the Master of Novices that none of this was your fault."
They walked down the corridor towards the Basilica, garnering curious looks from observers. Alexander couldn't quite place Monsignor Lewes' position in the Vatican hierarchy, but he had seen the man around the Apostolic offices more than once. He was obviously someone important, with better things to do than shepherd one lowly novice. "Reverend Sir, it's really very kind of you to come with me, but the Master of Novices isn't that bad, really. He'll listen to me."
"I'm sure he will," Monsignor Lewes said placidly. "Still, I want to make sure your story gets a fair hearing. I hate injustice."
Alexander started to answer, but his attention was caught by the signet ring on the Monsignor's left thumb. He couldn't make out all of the seal, but he did recognize the upright sword in the center. His stomach knotted painfully. Kind Monsignor Lewes was affiliated with the Holy Office of the Inquisition.
"Alexander? Are you all right?"
He pulled his eyes away from the ring with a jerk. Lewes frowned at him, then glanced down at his own hand.
"Ah. Yes." Lewes turned the ring so that the seal was hidden beneath his hand. "Things happen, Alexander. Inexplicable things. And people have to try and find the truth of those things. It can be an ugly business. But one should never be afraid of the truth."
"Yes, sir."
There was pain in the mild eyes, but Lewes said nothing. They were silent the rest of the way to the changing rooms near the high altar in the Basilica. The Master of Novices spotted them and began working his way through the swarm of altar boys towards them.
Lewes leaned closer to Alexander. "You have nothing to fear from me, lad. If you ever need help with anything, no matter how bizarre, remember me as a friend."
More convinced than ever that this was the strangest day he had ever lived, Alexander went to find his robes.
I like it! What fun. Angelo's last name looks off somehow -- perhaps Maria would know for sure.
Also, Guillermo is Spanish. Guglielmo is Italian, but I'm no expert -- there could be varients.
And did I read it in your lj?
No, I did not -- foolish foolish me. And I didn't notice the William problem on first reading. (I did notice the Alessandro/Alexander thing -- but was thinking you chose the English version for simplicity?)
I'm wondering who else may show up in this alternate Buffiverse. It's like 1602 except all Jossiverse. And not set in 1602.
Being the Vatican, Latin would be more prevalent, though I imagine his family went with the vernacular. I've seen multiple spellings of Alexander from the period, especially with Pope Alexander, the freak. I can have "Guillermo" call him Alessandro--he's not too highly educated in this one. Roger Wyndham is the smart one here, he'll be popping up soon. I'm checking with various sources to make sure the name forms are at least known in this time frame for the various countries.
