(closed RP for Henry Winter and Stephen Maturin)

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Stephen had rather wanted to talk with Henry Winter at length, if for no other reason than to cement his hopeful deduction that Henry's recent wedding had well and truly laid to rest the remnants of old animosity concerning the woman who was now Mrs. Winter. Unfortunately, there had simply been no time for conversation. Stephen had brought little

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It was Stephen's assumption, and hope, that Henry could not know precisely what sorts of damage Stephen himself could have done.

Meanwhile, he himself could have no notion what kind of experience Henry spoke from ...

"I believe we must all have had different intentions. Shaun, for example, would have liked to keep this part of the world safe from zombies," he said, sobering a little. "I do not know whether he had been endowed by Susan with the sort of sensory powers you and I had been speaking about, or whether it was merely the unrelated enchantment operative on a broader scale; whatever the case, I expect his ability to tell the difference between zombie and innocent bystander may have been somewhat impaired. Myself, I have been known to harbor certain political allegiances, particularly in my youth." He made it sound like a harmless throwback to 19th-century enthusiasms (which, in a sense, it was).

"Surely Camilla at least could have posed no one any danger?" Henry was physically imposing enough that he could do some damage.

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Henry had only met Shaun once, and that without the cricket bat, but even one meeting was enough that he could picture it. A little too well. He really had no idea just what Stephen was capable of (aside from very good aim), but still the thought of the three of them loose upon the world--even if only two of them had the heightened senses--was slightly...twitchy.

His expression went neutral. "In her own way, she's very dangerous," he said, thinking of the ravine, of her going with him to check Bunny's dying pulse. "All the more so because no one would suspect it of her."

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Stephen thought of Diana's entanglements in American espionage, her unfortunate link with Louisa Wogan; he thought, too, of that night in Boston, her fierce proud face, her slender white fingers wrapped around the pistol he'd brought her. Now I need not be afraid, she'd said.

"Those are the most dangerous sort," he agreed gravely.

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Henry wondered from what experience Stephen spoke. Perhaps this woman he had spent so long pursuing had been like Camilla in more ways that one. It would...explain a few things, really.

"They have an advantage, in a way," he said thoughtfully. "Those who can lull everyone into a false sense of security. Ryder, now--this serial-killing demon--clearly thought Camilla was completely defenseless when he first met her. I was watching when he learned otherwise; it was a very small thing, a small moment, but his surprise was obvious. He didn't look at either myself or Susan that way--only Camilla. Something about her suggests a certain helplessness, I suppose, at least to people who don't know her."

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For one, it explained Stephen's absolute incredulity and surprise at Henry's matrimonial coup. Diana could show touching proof of loyalty, in her own way, but she was more hunter than prey, and would not allow herself to be caught, or to stay caught for long when it did suit her to settle down a while.

On a different note altogether, Stephen found it promising that Henry should, in his diffident way, be so forthcoming in conversation as this -- and concerning such a subject, concerning this subject in particular. The wedding invitation in itself could have meant any number of things, from the most blatant to more subtle gradations of communication. It could have been the baldest territoriality, the logical extension of Henry's remark to Stephen once: Camilla was spoken for, he'd said, cold and taut, and what was a marriage but the underscoring of that claim? Thus the invitation meant little to Stephen by way of settling old scores, particularly since it had been extended by Henry rather than Camilla. It could have been a pointed message. Their conversation now sent a different message. Whatever ill will Henry might have borne, it had passed away, Stephen thought.

This made him happy. He had disliked and regretted extremely the entire mess some while back.

"It is like unto a sort of protective camouflage," he mused now, "as some lizards have." What? Comparing Diana to a lizard was an extreme compliment both to the lizard and to Diana! "Or like the flowers of some plants, which are exceedingly beautiful, yet protected by truly vicious thorns."

Which brought Stephen around to wondering what it was that Xipe Totec was going to be blessing. "Did you have in mind to plant flowering things, or edible? My particular friend Jack Aubrey used to have a cabbage garden, and to wax approaching poetic on the subject."

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For Henry's part, everything was not so much forgiven as erased. All accounts balanced, all debts cancelled. He really had liked Stephen, before everything, and though that couldn't be the same, at least they could be friendly--as friendly as Henry ever was, anyway.

"It really is," he said. "Those who appear harmless can often do more damage than those who don't." It was one of the huge differences between Camilla and Susan, really--Camilla was able to inspire all sorts of strange confidences from people; inspire them to tell far more than they would probably like. She was beguiling, whereas Susan had all the subtlety of a brick. Also like a brick, she was much better at smashing than anything else.

He shook his head, looking at Xipe Totec again. "Roses," he said. "I grew roses, before. I think I'd like a garden again." A pause, and he laughed quietly. "Susan said she'd help me, if I'd let her. I think that would not end well, personally."

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"It would not end well for the poor roses, sure," agreed Stephen wryly.

The gleam of a scythe in his mind's eye gave him a momentary chill, dampening his amusement.

"Would you like a hand with that lump of heathen nonsense, or shall I leave you to it?"

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"I really don't understand how the grass doesn't die under her feet," he said, eying the barren beds. "And...hmm. If you'll help me get it out of the barrow, I think I can handle it."

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Though shorter and slighter of build than Henry, Stephen nonetheless could be of some use in wrangling the unwieldy Xipe Totec. He supported the thing's shoulders while Henry did the heavy lifting, and between them they deposited the statue atop the chosen mound without damage to Xipe Totec or to themselves. Stephen stepped back to survey the effect.

"May your roses thrive," he said solemnly.

If the rosebushes grew enough, when the time came, their growth might occlude that hideous statue.