Free Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare Page B

there, vow or not. He would be there for
any
of you. But he has not so much as come by to see if I needed another
iratze
.”
    “Cecy …,” Tessa began. “Will’s curse—”
    “It wasn’t a real curse!”
    “You know,” Tessa said thoughtfully, “in its way, it was. He believed no one could love him, and that if he allowed them to, it would result in their death. That is why he left you all. He left you to keep you safe, and here you are now—the very definition, to him, of
not
safe. He cannot bear to come and look at your injuries, because to him it is as if he had put them there himself.”
    “I chose this. Shadowhunting. And not only because I wanted to be with Will.”
    “I know that,” Tessa said. “But I also sat with Will while he was delirious from exposure to vampire blood, choking on holy water, and I know the name he called out. It was yours.”
    Cecily looked up in surprise. “Will called out for me?”
    “Oh, yes.” A small smile touched the edge of Tessa’s mouth. “He wouldn’t tell me who you were, of course, when I asked him, and it drove me half-mad—” She broke off, and looked away.
    “Why?”
    “Curiosity,” said Tessa with a shrug, though there was a flush on her cheekbones. “It’s my besetting sin. In any event, he loves you. I know that with Will everything is backward and upside down, but the fact that he
isn’t
here is only further proof to me of how precious you are to him. He is used to pushing away everyone he loves, and the more he loves you, the more he will violently try not to show it.”
    “But there is no curse—”
    “The habits of years are not unlearned so quickly,” Tessa said, and her eyes were sad. “Do not make the mistake of believing that he does not love you because he plays at not caring, Cecily. Confront him if you must and demand the truth, but do not make the mistake of turning away because you believe that he is a lost cause. Do not cast him from your heart. For if you do, you will regret it.”
    To: Members of the Council
    From: Consul Josiah Wayland
    Forgive the delay in my reply, gentlemen. I wished to be sure that I was not giving you my opinions in any spirit of precipitate haste, but rather that my words were the sound and well-reasoned results of patient thought
.
    I am afraid I cannot second your recommendation of Charlotte Branwell as my successor. Though possessed of a good heart, she is altogether too flighty, emotional, passionate, and disobedient to have the making of a Consul. As we know, the fair sex has its weaknesses that men are not heir to, and sadly she is prey to all of them. No, I cannot recommend her. I urge you to consider another—my own nephew, George Penhallow, who will be twenty-five this November and is a fine Shadowhunter and an upstanding young man. I believe he has the moral certainty and strength of character to lead the Shadowhunters into a new decade
.
    In Raziel’s name
,
    Consul Josiah Wayland

4
T O B E W ISE AND L OVE
    For to be wise and love
Exceeds man’s might
.
    —Shakespeare,
Troilus and Cressida
    “I thought you’d at least make a song out of it,” said Jem.
    Will looked at his
parabatai
curiously. Jem, though he had asked for Will, did not seem in a forthcoming mood. He was sitting quietly on the edge of his bed in a clean shirt and trousers, though the shirt was loose and made him look thinner than ever. There were still flecks of dried blood around his collarbones, a sort of brutal necklace. “Make a song out of what?”
    Jem’s mouth quirked. “Our defeat of the worm?” he said. “After all those jokes you made …”
    “I have not been in a joking mood, these past few hours,” Will said, his eyes flicking to the bloody rags that covered the nightstand by the bed, the bowl half-full of pinkish fluid.
    “Don’t fuss, Will,” Jem said. “Everyone’s been fussing over me and I can’t abide it; I wanted you because—because you wouldn’t. You make me laugh.”
    Will threw his