she replied. âItâs who he is. Iâve never known him to look another way. I want the same uncle who rescued me from the Catacombs to be at my wedding.â She giggled. âNot some dapper imposter.â
âVery well,â said Mother Gallo, throwing her paws in the air. âItâs your wedding, and if you want to be given away by this grimy excuse for a rat, then so be it.â She straightened the collar of Juniperâs cloak. âI suppose it will have to do.â Try as she might, she couldnât help but smile. âHeâs still quite handsome, this one, muck and all.â
âIâll take that as a compliment,â said Juniper with a wink.âNow then, Iâm off to petrify the groom about the many pitfalls of matrimony, starting with his lovely wife harping on his appearance for the rest of his pitiful life.â
âOh you,â said Mother Gallo, swatting his arm.
Juniper looked around at the frenzied activity. âI daresay youâll have no objection to one less rat in the house.â
âGoodness no,â said Mother Gallo as Julius and Texi whizzed by her, âand please, take the boys with you.â Nomi squealed as Tuk and Hob snatched at her tail. âItâs absolute madness in here!â
âIt
is
madness,â agreed Clover as she took in the chaos, thinking back to her many silent, solitary days trapped in the Catacombs, âbut the very best kind.â
The carts and vendors of Nightshadeâs city square had vanished, and in their place were long vines interwoven with honeysuckle and purple saxifrage, hanging from the grand rotunda. The white and purple flowers thrived in Trilliumâs chilly climate, and Mother Gallo thought they were a perfect testament to Vincent and Cloverâs endurance through the many trials of their young lives.
Nightshade citizens had funneled in from the corridors, each resident gasping at the transformed city square, a hanging forest of white and purple, its sweet perfume winding through the ordinarily musty underground city.
Vincent sat next to his brother on the steps leading up to the makeshift altar. âMaybe this was a bad idea,â he said to Victor, furrowing his brow. âI think we should have waited. The Hunter rats are still missing, and here we are having a wedding,
my
wedding. Somehow it gives me an ill feeling I canât seem to shake.â
âCheer up,â said Victor sharply. âFor Saintsâ sake, itâs your
wedding
day. The citizens
need
a distraction, and so do you. Youâve always been a worrywart, you know.â Vincent opened his mouth to reply. âAnd before you say it, I realize youâve had your reasons to be worried. You had to raise me, for one.
âWhat Iâm trying to say is you
deserve
a little happiness. For once in your life itâs all right to be selfish, brother. No one will fault you for it. Youâve
earned
it.â
âFor the record, Iâm
not
a worrywartââVincent playfully punched Victorâs shoulderââbut you
are
a good brother. Youâre relentlessly annoying, but youâre a good brother all the same.â
âPractically the whole cityâs here,â said Victor. The front rows had filled up with close friends, family, and the Council. He saw Hob, Mother Galloâs youngest, sitting next to Kar. Kar looked around the room as though trying to spot someone. Victorâs forehead wrinkled. âSpeaking of good brothers, where are Suttor and Duncan? Karâs looking a little lost, sitting there next to two empty chairs.â
Using two upside-down buckets and a small wooden crate, Suttor and Duncan had set up a makeshift table and chairs in the prison corridor.
Even with some of the prisoners commenting and complaining in the background, Duncan felt at ease. He had Elvi to thank for that. Sheâd released him from his fear and made him realize just how