canon excerpt 2
"You sent for me, my lord?" I said politely.
"Yes." He smiled briefly, but his eyes were serious. "Phedre... before I speak further, I would ask you somewhat. You have some idea that there is a purpose in what I do, and if I have not revealed it to you, you know well enough that it is because I would afford you as much protection as ignorance allows. But I am reminded, of late, of how very slight that protection is. What you do is dangerous, my dear. You have said it once, but I ask again. Is it still your will to pursue this service?"
My heart leapt; he was offering another assignation. "My lord, you know it is," I said, making no effort to disguise my eagerness.
"Very well." His gaze drifted past me, seeing again whatever it was Delaunay saw, then returned to my face. "Know then that I am not minded to take the same risk twice. Henceforth, your safety will be assured by a new companion. I have arranged that you will be warded by a member of the Cassiline Brotherhood."
My mouth fell open. "My lord will have his jest," I said faintly.
"No." A glimmer of amusement flickered in Delaunay's eye. "It is no jest."
"My lord... you would set some, some dried-up old stick of a Cassiline Brother to trail after me?" Between outrage and astonishment, I nearly stammered it. "On an assignation? You would set a crochety, sixty-year-old celibate to ward a Servant of Naamah... an anguissette, no less? Name of Elua, I'd rather you brought back Miqueth!"
For those who are unfamiliar with D'Angeline culture, I will explain that the Cassiline Brotherhood, like Elua's Companion Cassiel, are alone and united in their disapproval of the ways of Blessed Elua. Like Cassiel, they serve with steadfast devotion, but I cannot imagine anything more off-putting to a patron of Naamah than their cold-eyed disdain.
Aside from that, they are dreadfully unfashionable.
Delaunay merely raised his eyebrows at my tirade. "Our lord and King, Ganelon de la Courcel, is attended at all times by two members of the Cassiline Brotherhood. I would have thought you'd be honored by it."
It is true that I had never, in the wildest of tales, heard tell of a Cassiline Brother serving as a companion to anyone not born to one of the Great Houses, let alone a courtesan. It would have given me pause, had I not been so shocked; but I could not think beyond the grim effect the ascetic grey presence of a Cassiline Broter would have on a hot-blooded patron. "Guy was trained by the Cassiline Brothers," I shot back at Delaunay, "and look what happened to him! What makes you think I would be any safer?"
Delaunay's gaze strayed past me again.
"If this man Guy was expelled at fourteen," an even voice said from behind me, "he had only begun the merest part of the training to become a Cassiline Brother."
Sparing a glare for Delaunay, I whirled about.
The young man standing in the shadows behind me bowed in the traditional manner of the Cassiline Brotherhood, hands crossed before him at chest level. Warm sunlight gleamed on the steel of his vambraces and the chain-mail that gauntleted the backs of his hands. His twin daggers hung low on his belt and the cruciform hilt of his sword, always worn at the back, rose above his shoulders. He straightened and met my eyes.
"Phedre no Delaunay," he said formally, "I am Joscelin Verreuil of the Cassiline Brotherhood. It is my privilege to attend."
He neither looked nor sounded as though he meant it; I saw the line of his jaw harden as he closed his mouth on the words.
It was a beautiful mouth.
Indeed, there was very little about Joscelin Verreuil that was not beautiful. He had the old-fashioned, noble features of a provincial lord and the somber, ash-grey garb of a Cassiline Brother adorned a tall, well-proportioned form, like the statues of the old Hellene athletes. His eyes were a clear blue, the color of a summer sky, and his hair, caught back in a club at the nape of his neck, was the color of a wheatfield at harvesttime.
At this moment, his blue eyes considered me with scarce-concealed dislike.
From Kushiel's Dart, by Jacqueline Carey. Chapter 27.