Unmasqued

The cheese crumbled in his fingers, scattering on the floor before him. It would be much easier for Christine to choose a man of light. Better for her. What sort of future could she have with a man who remained in the dark?

"Stop it, Erik," Maude snapped as though reading his mind. "You have come too far to give it up now. I vow to you, she is the stronger of the two of you at this moment-much to my surprise. I thought she would be wailing in the corner, frightened like a little kitten-but no, she is determined to do what she must until you can come for her. She truly loves you."

Maude was right, of course, and he was annoyed with his momentary lapse. "I know she does," he said quietly, suddenly desperate for Christine. Erik forced himself to take a bite of cheese. It tasted little better than paper, but it was sustenance. And he trusted Maude like he trusted no one else, for she'd been as much of a mother as he'd had since his own had died nearly fifteen years ago.

It was Maude who'd helped him find sanctuary in the depths of the Opera House when he'd finally had to get away from the Chagnys. She had been against his love for Christine from the beginning; if she was supporting it now, it was the right thing.

Maude touched his hand; her fingers were warm on his skin. "You've been so used to hiding from the comte and his threats that it's no wonder you hesitate."

"But it has been ten years since he forced me into hiding-ten years of living underground because of something I didn't do. The images of the bodies of those three women-no, girls, for they could not have been more than fifteen-have never left my mind. It was abominable what he did to them."

"What proof does the comte claim to have that would implicate you for those crimes?" Erik shrugged, taking another bite of the cheese. "I have not seen it, of course, but who would believe the innocence of a hideous monster over the wealth and power of a Chagny?" he said angrily. "I've wondered every day whether I should step out into the world and take my chances, try to take back even the mean life that I had and at least be able to call it my own, instead of cowering in the darkness because of my wicked half brother. I think of these years I've lost because of my fear of him and his wealth and power and I berate myself for my weakness."

Maude closed her fingers around his wrist, her touch so comforting to a man who'd had little affection. "Strong in mind and heart, so strong in so many ways, you are, Erik… but one great weakness, one thing you haven't been willing to risk-your freedom, or going back to a life of ridicule, and loss of yourself. That's not so surprising, nor is it a great failing. Who among us would not do what we must to keep our persons free?

"You were young, then, remember, Erik? You could not have been more than seventeen, perhaps eighteen, when you had to take refuge. And what was your life like before then? Full of derision and pain… it's no wonder you made the choice you did. No wonder."

"Even now, when the thing I love more than anything is at risk, I hide. I scuttle in corners like a beetle and rely on you to bring me news, and on you to speak to her, to soothe her."

Maude looked at him, an unfamiliar glint in her eyes. "Erik. Do you need me to tell you that you are doing what you can? No, I don't think so," she said, shaking her head. "I help you because I love you, and because I want you to have something right in your life, after all the years of anguish. When the time is right for you to come out of the darkness and fully into the light, you'll do it."

He had finished the cheese and now took a drink of wine to soothe his suddenly tight throat. No one had ever spoken to him with such kindness or confidence. "Thank you," he said, with a short nod. Then he threw off the mantle of doubt and darkness that had come over him, and put his agile mind to work.

"I know all of the ways to enter the chateau, but I'm certain my brother will be expecting that," he said. "He'll be watching for me. We'll have to find some way to get Christine out. Tell me… does she spend most of her time… alone? In her chamber? Or…" He took another drink of wine, his fingers tight on the smooth glass bottle.

"She dined with the Chagny brothers and the comtesse last evening, but today she has spent much time in her chamber, alone. Although I do not expect that will last for long, for as I said, Philippe is becoming impatient."

"The moment Raoul's back is turned, he will do what he wishes." Erik bit into the last of the bread. "Christine must escape before then… There must be a time when Philippe will be busy or otherwise distracted from her presence."

"I heard mention that he expects visitors tomorrow. Perhaps when he is busy meeting with them-"