Hallowed Circle (Persephone Alcmedi 02)

by Linda Robertson

  Nana leaned to look out the window. “I don’t see Beverley!”

  As soon as she said the words, panic rose up within me. My feet had me moving toward the garage door. It opened and Ares pushed through; Beverley came in right behind him. “When’s dinner?” she asked.

  I nearly collapsed to my knees with relief. The adrenaline in my system stalled like lead in my veins. “Soon,” I said, a bit breathless. “Go wash up.”

  Beverley and Ares charged into the house and in seconds the water was running. I was visibly shaking from the unused adrenaline. Nana got up and grumbled. “I’ll get the salad together. You pour yourself a glass of wine.”

  Nana encouraging the consumption of alcohol? I just leaned on the counter.

  A moment later, she shoved a glass into my hand.

  “The tablet made a reference,” she said as she started to tear lettuce into a bowl, “to an unburned portion of the scroll that has been translated:the Lustrata, flanked by an aberrant pack of wolfen. It’s been taken to mean a pack that does not return to man-form. But I think it’s a pack whose leader never loses his man-mind.”

  “That doesn’t explain why he has to be here.”

  “He’s a pack animal. He must be with his pack.”

  “So you want the lot of them to move in?”

  “He must be with you.”

  “I’m not pack! I’m a witch. Besides, he obviously doesn’t want to be with me.”

  Nana ignored my protest. “The Lux Scroll, being in poor condition, has been pieced together in places and in one such place the text makes reference to Lupercus. He’s the god of shepherds to some, the wolf-god to others. Our translators have theories about how either of these meanings can be taken in the context of the scroll. However, I showed a photocopy of that scroll section to Dr. Lincoln, and he, with his minor in Latin, said he thought it was two words: lupus and erctum. If you take the LUP and ERC most witches would assume it to be Lupercus. If Dr. Lincoln is right, lupus is, obviously, “wolf.” Erctum or herctum is an inheritance. If Johnny has been given the wolf-inheritance that makes him retain his human sensibilities …”

  “What if it’s simply word-order confusion? Latin has convoluted rules for mixing and grouping words. It could be simple: as a waere he already has the inheritance of the wolf.”

  “Regardless, both the scroll and the tablets indicate that the Lustrata is somehow closely associated with a pack. And a pack needs a leader, an alpha. You don’t have to be a member of the pack. You’re their sovereign because you’re his sovereign.”

  “His sovereign my ass.”

  Beverley giggled from the doorway. Nana pointed a finger at me. “I will start a swear jar if you don’t mind your tongue, Persephone.”

  “Do I have time for more cartoons?” Beverley asked.

  “Yes,” Nana said. “I need to finish the salad then start the pasta.”

  “Can we have garlic bread too?”

  “Good idea.” Nana went to the freezer and pulled out a long red package and handed it to me. “Preheat the oven.”

  When Beverley had gone, she said to me, “In the Tarot reading I did, the fourth card, the base of the problem, the motivation that drove him was the High Priestess, your namesake. It was intuition. And I remember that Prometheus was the sixth card, future influences. Johnny would have to sacrifice something to gain something else of greater value. And I told him the final outcome would be spontaneous and intuitive at the same time, but that intuition can be conflicting. Hermes on the Magician card meant his potential would be pointed out to him and that he would have to choose whether to develop it or not.” She rubbed her brow. “Persephone, has he gone from here thinking that he’s developing his potential somewhere else? Has he sacrificed what you two were building to gain something else?”

  “Maybe.” The band getting a recording contract would qualify. I took a big gulp of the wine.

  “Can he not see that this is where the greater value lies, this is what he must develop, his position with the Lustrata?” Her eyes were moist, shining. ” So much depends on it. You must make him see that!”

  I put the glass down and took her hand in mine. “I’m not going to go running after him, Nana, but if he shows up to kennel tomorrow, I promise I’ll try to talk to him.”

  I had to meditate. There was time before dinner.

  I went up to my room and pulled the bed from the wall. Sprinkling coarse salt around it, I made a thin salt-circle, then lay down and whispered my meditation opening. The switch flipped, and I created my usual wakeful dreamscape. I washed my face with the cool water from the river beside the ash trees, then sat back to wait for Amenemhab. The sun was warm and bright and with my bare toes stuck in the water, I tried releasing my negativity, doubt, and fear, but it felt like my chakra-faucet was clogged.

  When Amenemhab trotted up, I pulled my toes from the water and stood, putting my hand up to stop him before he spoke. “You were right. When I was here last, I was being stupid. I left resolved to face the problem and fix it.” I started pacing. “But things came up. Johnny stayed with friends so I didn’t see him. The band was being showcased Friday night at midnight. I went, intending to tell him once they finished playing.” I stopped both talking and walking. My eyes were burning.

  I forced down the tears and picked up where I left off but stood still. “When the set was done, he pulled these women up on stage. They pawed him in front of everyone before exiting the stage together. As they got to the backstage area, one of them kissed him. I went home, and proceeded on minimal sleep to the Eximium. And while I was there, Nana said he gathered his things and left.”

  Starting to pace again, I went on. “Nana also says I have to get him back to the house because he’s some chosen protector of the Lustrata, but I don’t know that I want him back at the house.” I stopped, sank to the ground. “He used me.” My fingers picked at the grass.

  Amenemhab came alongside me and sat, ears pricked forward as he stared across the world before us. It made him appear stoic.

  “You were right,” I said again. “So much has changed and little of it was under my control. Last month, I lived alone. I wrote a small column, did some Tarot readings, and rented my acreage to local farmers. Now I’m responsible for Nana and Beverley, my column is nationwide. I’m stained and I know more about the vampires and WEC than I ever imagined I’d know. I wanted Johnny but I didn’t know if it was right. I gave in and within about forty-eight hours, he—he couldn’t even give me two days to wrap my head around another big change in my life.” A few hot tears poured from my eyes. To my credit, though, I at least sounded angry and not pathetic. “That doesn’t make me stupid. That doesn’t make me weak.”

  “I agree. You have been rash and taking a short time to consider the ramifications and be certain before proceeding is practical.”

  My hand strayed over to stroke Amenemhab’s back. His fur was coarse under my fingertips, but it soothed me anyway.

  “Persephone,” the jackal said softly, pushing his paw at the ground. “You went there to do the right thing, to take the risk with your heart. I encouraged you to do that, and for this pain, I am sorry. You cannot control the actions of others. You can only control how you respond.”

  “I know,” I said quietly.

  “I didn’t realize you were this deeply invested already.”

  Invested? Was that the barren term society used now? As if emotions were a Wall Street transaction. Was the romanticism of “head over heels” gone? Was puppy love archaic?

  I asked, “Do you know what it truly means to be bound to a vampire?”

  He put a paw on my thigh. “Do you know what it truly means?”

  Recalling the reactions I had to Menessos and jolts I experienced at the Eximium, I said, “I’m finding out.”

  “This is who you have chosen to be, is it not?”

  “Yes, yes. We’ve been over that, but being bound to a vampire scares me.”

  The jackal cocked his head. “It
should scare you. Menessos is infinitely more powerful than an ordinary vampire.”

  “The way I see it, that’s all the more reason to fear and avoid him.”

  “The way I see it, that’s all the more reason to want him on your side.”

  “My side?” I stood, incredulous. “My side? As if I’m the one recruiting him or forcing him against his will into the service of this mere mortal?” I shook my head. “No way.”

  Amenemhab looked at me as if uncertain. “You are no ‘mere’ mortal.”

  “If he knew I was the Lustrata, that’d be reason enough for him to want to control me.” My voice went softer. “He’d use me too.”

  “You don’t know?”

  “Know what?”

  “Of course … it all makes sense now.”

  “What?” I demanded.

  “Persephone, you have been so busy trying to define who you’ve become that you can’t see who you’ve become. You’re not this or that, the supporting granddaughter or the role model to Beverley. Not the Lustrata or Johnny’s lover. Not a marked witch or someone of interest to Menessos.” He leaned closer. “You’re all of that and more. Stop drawing those lines of separation and see what you are.”

  I couldn’t help thinking of Johnny’s letter/song. You create your bound’ries … will they be lines you won’t color outside? Lines you can step across? Can you not redefine?

  Amenemhab continued, “Justice is a woman. You’ve seen statues of Justice, haven’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you think this is coincidence?”

  Justice held the scales; she balanced things. “No. But she’s blind.” I thought of the Eldrenne.

  “No, she isn’t. She’s merely blindfolded. To show that she weighs the scales fairly, without favor to or fear of the parties involved. She is not swayed by their identity, nor their politics or wealth or power or lack thereof. Her decisions are based on solid facts, on truth, on actions and consequences. The blindfold is meant to keep personal feelings out of the equation and to let her double-edged sword fall equally without emotion.”

  “Without emotion,” I repeated. “Johnny wanted me to learn to make my expressions blank so I didn’t give my thoughts away to foes.” Indifferently, I added, “That’ll be the only expression he’ll ever see from me again.”

  “There is value to his lesson, when facing an enemy. But your tone distresses me.”

  “Why? I’m to keep emotions out of the equation, right?”

  “Wrong! Emotions are valuable! If you have nothing of your own to love, no pleasure to keep, no personal stakes to fight for … then why would you fight at all?”

  Staring at him, I couldn’t speak.

  “You have the lineage of witches to empower you. You have the experience of your grandmother to guide you. You have a world to balance, and if you do, Beverley will inherit a better place.” His voice softened. “But you can’t do it just for them. You will fail if you are merely altruistic. Witches and waeres and vampires are a part of you. You bind all this together! You wouldn’t relinquish your ties to Nana or to Beverley; you didn’t relinquish the binding to Menessos and, no matter what, you are bound to Johnny now as well. This hurt will fade or fester, depending on how you choose to feel about it.” He let that sink in. “You will come to see that all of it has been creating—and will continue to hone—the warrior you must become to be the Lustrata.”

  Amenemhab stood rigidly and spoke loudly, “Take off the blindfold, Lady Justice. See it. See yourself. See the power you have, the power you claimed right here.” Amenemhab had tears in his dark eyes. “You claimed it when you accepted all the good and bad, when you took the burns into yourself. Have you not yet comprehended? You broke the shackles of the vampire that night! You freed yourself and made your former master your slave! He is bound to you now. You are the Lustrata and you are not subservient to anyone!”

  I stared at him, openmouthed. My mind flashed through everything in seconds. The pain that was Menessos’s to bear. His leaving because I told him to go. The gifts. Him protecting me during the test. Perhaps the scene with Xerxadrea’s raven was somehow a part of him being enslaved. But my increased senses, my amped emotions, good and bad … the stain had flipped and I held the reins, I did not bear the yoke. I had stood up and declared that I would not be the servant. I had claimed a place of authority in the universe. And all the consequences, the benefits and responsibilities that came with it.

  Oh. My. Goddess.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Lying on my bed, staring at the fading light on the wall, I heard Nana call Beverley to dinner. I’d be next.

  Dinner.

  Such a normal thing.

  I sat up, moved to the edge of the bed. My gaze fell from the wall to the floor, landing on my boots in the corner. They sat where I’d dropped them when I came in Friday night. One flopped on its side, sole exposed. The other stood upright as it should.

  The Lustrata’s shoes. Those boots … were me.

  One part defeated and down, soul revealed, tread worn. And one part strong, upright, ready. Together, they fulfilled their purpose.

  I didn’t need to grow into the Lustrata’s shoes. They already fit.

  So mote it be.

  Monday, with Beverley off to school, I began making plans. The next two days were going to be busy. Tonight, with the full moon, the waeres would kennel. That meant popcorn and Disney with Beverley even if it was a school night. We’d started the tradition when Lorrie, Beverley’s mother, had kenneled here. Beverley would stay with me in the house. The human cries and wolfish howls of the waeres’ transformation were somewhat muffled by the cellar, but Mary Poppins singing “A Spoonful of Sugar” or Pumbaa and Timon rollicking through “Hakuna Matata,” accompanied by the crunch of popcorn, drowned it out completely and kept a young girl’s mind away from the change happening to her mother.

  When we had magically forced Theo through a change in order to save her life, the other waeres had changed as well and Beverley had witnessed it. Now that she had actually seen the waeres change—not a pretty sight—it was probably even more important to keep her distracted.

  When she slept, once the waeres were changed, I meant to take advantage of tonight’s blue moon, the “extra” full moon in the calendar. Tomorrow I’d make the effort to talk to Johnny.

  Because of that, I took out my Tarot journal and reviewed the reading that Nana had done for him. Nana was right about the sixth card being Prometheus. Yup, Johnny was clearly sacrificing what we had or could have had. But reviewing the reading didn’t help me know what to say to him.

  I put the journal away and took out my Book of Shadows. Flipping to the Wheel of the Year section, I opened the Hallowe’en/Samhain pages. Nana and I planned to introduce Beverley to a lesser-known part of the witch’s celebration for Hallowe’en. Afterward, Nana would be taking Beverley to a costume party at a classmate’s home while I showed Hunter my support at the Witches Ball. All in all, it was going to be a good night.

  But first, I had to deal with tonight. I started creating my blue moon ceremony.

  Every year, there are thirteen full moons. That means in one month, there are two, and that second one is called the blue moon. To witches, this moon has special meaning and it is a time for uncommon rites and unique wishes. Of course, tomorrow the Covenstead would host the Hallowe’en Sabbat, but I planned to draw down the moon tonight.

  Beverley and I were sitting on the couch watching The Little Mermaid. It was her favorite. “Should we decorate your bedroom in mermaid stuff? We could sponge-paint starfish and shells all around.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe ponies.”

  Ares sat attentively before us, keenly waiting for popcorn to be dropped. The Great Dane puppy was growing fast. Maybe we could saddle him for her.

  That was when I felt the triad of energies combine in the heavens. The sun reflected perfectly on the moon, which reflected it perfectly onto the Earth. Reaching for the remote, I jacke
d the volume of the movie just as Ariel started singing. Between the television and the attempted soundproofing in the cellar, I could barely hear the hoarse screams of humans transforming into wolves.

  Still, Beverley leaned against me. “I never asked Johnny about it hurting when they change.”

  Arm going around her, I rubbed her shoulder. “You’ll have the chance. Though tomorrow’s going to be a full day for you: a party at school—don’t forget to take the costume and the candy with you—and a costume party at Lily’s.”

  “I like Lily. She was the first girl in my class to ask me to play with her at recess.”

  “That was sweet of her. I’m so glad you’re making friends.”

  “She likes your jokes in my lunch too.” She stretched, resettled. “Demeter said there was something you two wanted to do with me tomorrow.”

  “Yeah. It’s important and it’s going to be special.”

  “Give me a hint?”

  “No way.” I took a slurp of cider.

  Beverley sighed. “That’s what Demeter said. Pass the popcorn?”

  A chorus of howls arose from the basement, despite the soundproofing.

  With Beverley tucked in her bed, I took the basket of gathered supplies from my bedroom. Traveling through the garage and out the back door, I stepped into the yard.

  I took a moment to look back at the house and imagine the add-on bathroom for Nana. I’d called and arranged for three contractors to come out to give me quotes on the addition and making the interior changes to give Nana a first-floor room. As I scanned around, it occurred to me that maybe I should get a quote on a deck also. Not that I’d have them build it until spring.

  Hello, whispered the ley line. I smiled. “Hello.”

  My back pocket erupted with the sound of bells. “What do you want, Sam?” I answered, setting the basket down near my outdoor ritual spot.

  “What-cha doin’?”

  “It’s a blue moon. I’m about to start a ritual.”

  “Oh. Well, hold up there. My job takes precedence.”