Surprise creased the Blade’s narrow face as I took her head, the fiery rapier ripping through her neck with the sound of paper tearing, loud in the absence of her cries. I caught her falling head with a grace that bewildered me, fingers knotted in her thin hair, and walked away from the dusty bones with a spot of emptiness building inside me. All the power that had been brought to bear, both mine and the dark stuff birthed by the banshee’s murders, faded, clear moonlight reestablishing itself over the frozen fields. My mother, wearing the cable-knit sweater and jeans she’d worn in her youth, folded her arms beneath her breasts and smiled at me.
“Mom…” I hadn’t ever called her that before. It made my throat tight, and her smile fragile. “You brought me to America to protect me from that thing, didn’t you?” The banshee’s rhymes finally made sense. “So it couldn’t find me.”
Her smile flickered, still fragile, and she lifted her chin. I saw, quite clearly, the silver Celtic cross of a necklace that rested against her collarbone, momentarily exposed by the shift of her sweater. I pressed my fingers against my throat, where the same necklace now rested.
“I thought it was for the best, lass. You told me, you see. Before you were born, you told me I hadn’t succeeded in destroying the Blade. It was all I could think of to do, to protect you.”
I closed my eyes briefly, remembering the way joy had bled from her expression and left resolution in its place. I nodded in a jerky motion, and made myself open my eyes again. “Thank you.”
“I thought I could explain when you were grown. When you came to see me. But you weren’t ready.” Grief colored the shadow of her smile. “So closed off, Siobhán. Whatever happened to you, that turned you away from the wonders of the world?” She lifted her hand, staying my answer before I had a chance to give it. “There’s no time, not anymore. There hasn’t been since the beginning. Bitter ashes, isn’t it, but that’s the price of Gaelic blood, my Siobhán. For all their wars are merry.”
“And all their songs are sad,” I whispered. Surprise brought out her smile and let it fade into pleasure at my recognition of the quote.
“It was all I could think of to do, loose myself from the world. I could see it in you, Siobhán. Joanne. My Joanne. That the moment was coming when you’d have to choose. I thought if I could hold on in spirit, I might protect you for a little while. Distract the darker things while you grew to understand your gifts.”
“You did.” My throat was still tight. I tried swallowing against it, but came up dry. “You were here. I would have died tonight. Thank you. I…will I see you again?” She was fading around the edges now, like the Cheshire Cat. I knew the answer even before she shook her head, and looked away to hide the shock of loneliness I felt stab through me.
“The space of the winter moons was all I could bargain for. I was afraid even it might not be enough.”
“Bargain?” I looked back at her, what was left to see. She looked younger somehow, the smile that curved her mouth belonging to a woman I’d hardly known.
“Goodbye, Siobhán. Know that I love you.” There was nothing left but her smile, and then even that was gone.
Morrison had joined Billy and Gary at the bleachers when I walked back to them. None of them seemed to see me coming. Gary clutched his chest and sat down with a thud, glaring at me as I clumped up to the bleachers. “What the hell happened out there, Jo?”
“What’d you see?”
“Not a goddamned thing! You ran off and now you’re back!”
I looked up at the sky. The moon seemed higher than it had been, more solid and real somehow. “It didn’t seem that long to me.”
Morrison was staring grimly at the head I still carried. “Is that the killer?”
I lifted the head a few inches. “Yeah.”
“Where’s the rest of it?”
“Out there.” I turned around, waving the banshee’s head at the field.
There was no body lying in the snow, nor any sign of the wrestling fight I’d had with her. The only footprints at all in the new snow were mine, leading up to the bleachers. Even they only seemed to begin a few yards away, just on this side of the closest blood line that had been drawn with one of the victim’s entrails. I stood there a few seconds, waiting for a clever explanation to pop into mind.
Nothing did. After a moment I looked at the head again, then over my shoulder at Morrison as I hefted it. “Do you want me to bring this in?”
It took a long time for him to say no. I nodded and gave it a swing or two, then threw it back the way I came. It arched and hit the snow with a soft poof, powder flying in the air. When it cleared, there was no mark that suggested anything had landed on the smooth white surface.
“It’s over.” Morrison said, almost a question. I nodded. Billy let out a whistle that split the air and shoved his hands in his pockets with an air of finality.
“So who wants to come back to the house for dinner? I bet Mel kept it warm. Why don’t you come with us, Captain? There’s plenty.”
Gary stomped down the bleachers, Billy a step or two behind him. Morrison looked at me. I kept my head turned a little to the side, meeting his eyes. He finally nodded and jerked his chin. “Let’s go.”
Tension ebbed from my shoulders and I dropped my chin to my chest. “Captain.” Not Morrison. I didn’t know why.
Morrison turned, eyebrows lifted. I swallowed, trying to figure out the right thing to say. Neither “thank you” nor “sorry” seemed exactly appropriate. I stood there gazing at him until he developed a faint, surprisingly understanding smile. “Come on, Walker,” he said, more gently. “We’re done here.” He tilted his head again and walked down the bleachers after the other two.
I let out a deep breath and followed them all, smiling at the moon.
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Table of Contents
About the Authors
MOONTIDE Mercedes Lackey
THE HEART OF THE MOON Tanith Lee
Prologue Lightning
1 Landscape
2 Story
3 Journey
4 Village
5 Winter
6 Moon
Epilogue Paper
BANSHEE CRIES C.E. Murphy
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