Chapter 24
The next night, I drove out to Talamh Lonrach Oll
and parked in the parking lot. A horse-drawn carriage waited for
me, and I climbed inside, dressed in the robe of the Black Beast,
beneath which I wore nothing but the perfumes and lotions with
which I’d oiled my skin. The spent horn rested in the robe’s
pocket, and I carried the silver-knobbed staff that Aeval had given
me.
The cart wound its way, not to the palace, but
out into the land itself, through the snow to a trellised archway
that led to a modest cottage. I thanked the driver and stepped out,
a shiver of anticipation running through me.
The moon was a shimmering quarter, waxing as she
smiled down onto the snow. The sparkling mantle of white stretched
through the woodland, mirroring the stars that shone over the
blackened night. In my heart, I could hear the beat of the land,
the pulse of the magic that filled the Court of the Queens. The
whisper of the elements swirled around me, a cacophony on the wind,
weaving a dance as I skirted the cottage and followed the path
beyond it toward the steaming pool in the center of Faerie.
Everything shimmered here—from the woodland to
the ground, to the very air. And my magic hummed, alive and
vibrant. The Moon Mother surrounded me, my heart and soul. This
night—the Winter Solstice—I would take my place as her
priestess.
Tears flowed down my cheeks as I remembered my
first initiation, when I’d entered the Grove of the Moon Mother
over in Otherworld, bound by silver chains, not knowing whether my
Lady would accept me into her service as a Moon Witch.
Now, I was growing, changing. I would become the
first Earthside High Priestess of the Moon Mother in thousands of
years. I would train under the Earthside Fae Queens—in Aeval’s Dark
Court, under Morgaine’s watchful eye.
Tears flecked my eyes. I was about to assume a
mantle both heavy and brilliant, one of which I hoped I was worthy.
Thank gods and Earthside technology for waterproof mascara and lip
lacquer. I dashed the tears away and stepped forward, crunching in
the frozen snow, pins and needles shooting through my bare feet. I
would come to my Lady with both body and feet bare as the day I was
born.
How many years since I’d walked this path—back
home in Otherworld—the path to my initiation as a witch for the
Moon Mother? Too many to count, but now I was ready to take the
next step on my journey, a thousand miles from where I’d begun, a
world away from where I’d come.
The hush of the forest rested around me, the
snow muffling all sound as I came to the edge of the hot springs,
dropped my cape, and stepped into the steaming pool. Here, the
water was brilliant, glowing a deep sea green. How they managed to
heat it, I didn’t know, but magic permeated the glade.
As the warmth began to seep into my frozen
limbs, a sense of purification and cleansing raced through me, and
as the water hit my knees, it washed away the lingering pain of my
bruises, of Hyto’s abuse, of the fear that had held me in its
grips. His abuse fell away in the magic of the night.
Another step, and another.
The water hit my waist and my heart lurched.
After this night, I’d forever be pariah in my home city-state, but
some things were greater than blood, some oaths more binding than
family. I mentally sent my father a kiss, wishing him well, tears
pouring as I relinquished his birthright, his legacy, and his love
for a greater passion and allegiance.
Another step, two more . . . and I spread my
arms for balance, my shoulders shimmering beneath the glistening
surface.
The water splashed against my breasts, and
images of Smoky and Morio and Trillian filled my thoughts. Bowing
my head with gratitude for the loves of my life, I reached out for
them, but even a link as strong as ours could not penetrate the
magic of the Fae Queens. I thought of Delilah and Menolly, and Iris
. . . and began to cry in earnest. They could not be here
tonight—this was a journey I had to make on my own—but I knew they
were with me in spirit.
One more step and I was at the center of the
pool. The water lapped at my chin, and I sucked in a deep breath
and ducked under, letting it stream through my hair. As I came up,
gasping for breath, I saw them, standing
there on the other side of the pond, waiting for me.
Aeval—my new Mistress. I would belong to the
Court of Darkness and Shadow from here on out. I would be under her
will and walk with her under the Dark Moon. And beside her—her
opposite. Titania, Queen of the Light. To her left, Morgaine—my
half-Fae, half-human ancient cousin, Queen of the Dusk, who was now
my teacher.
And, a little ways away, in full riding outfit
and crop, stood Derisa, the High Priestess of the Moon Mother from
Otherworld. She had taken my oath so many years ago. And she would
take my new oath—the one binding me as a member of the
Priestesshood.
They waited, these four, and as I made my way to
them, a flash of snow lightning crashed behind them and there, in
their midst, stood the Black Unicorn and Raven Mother for just a
second, before they faded out of sight.
The Queens of Fae began to laugh, wild and free,
and I swallowed my fear. There was no going back. There would be no
chance to return from here.
And then I saw him—hiding in the shadows. My heart skipped a beat
as he raised one hand in salute, his spiky platinum hair shining
under the pale moon.
What was he doing here?
But there was no time for questions. I had to trust in the ritual.
I had to trust that Aeval knew what she was doing. I had to trust
Derisa, and most of all, I had to trust the Moon Mother.
Sucking in another long breath, I steadily began
my journey out of the pool, toward a ritual so secret I would never
be able to tell anyone what went on. I began my journey into the
arms of the dark . . . into the shadow of the unknown.
We were gathered around the Yule tree, the room
lit only by the sparkling lights that glittered on the tree and
around the windows. I glanced around, thinking that our living
room, once spacious, was now crowded with our family. Crowded with
chaos and love. In the corner, Nerissa and Menolly curled in the
oversized chair, whispering together.
Shouts echoed from the coffee table—Delilah,
Shade, Rozurial, and Vanzir were sitting cross-legged around it,
playing some card game that seemed to require slapping the table
every minute or so. Vanzir raised his gaze to meet mine and a smile
played at the corners of his lips before he turned his attention
back to the game.
Iris and Maggie played beneath the tree, the
lights glowing like a halo around them. Maggie was enjoying her new
doll. G.I. Joe and Yobie were apparently kissing cousins. I
snorted, wondering what the hell the good ol’ boys’ brigade would
think of that mashup.
A noise from the kitchen made us all look toward
the archway, where Trillian and Bruce appeared, carrying trays
filled with sugar cookies and hot cocoa and fudge. Delilah’s eyes
lit up like she hadn’t seen food for days.
“Bring me some of that, please,” Morio said. He
was feeling strong enough to sit in the rocking chair, and though I
saw the glances darting between him and Menolly, I took a deep
breath and let it go. Life happened. My sister had saved my husband
and it had created a bond that we still didn’t understand. But he
was alive, thanks to her.
As Bruce handed Morio a mug of hot cocoa, I
turned to Smoky. I was sitting on his lap on the sofa, his hand on
my thigh beneath my skirt. His hair played lightly around my
shoulders, touching me as if he were reassuring himself I was
there.
The snow was falling gently outside; we could
see it drifting lazily to the ground, and I was about to suggest a
moonlight walk when Delilah jumped up.
“I want to give Camille her present now,” she
said.
I grinned. “But we already exchanged gifts . . .
granted, a day later than the Solstice, but you gave me a M.A.C.
gift certificate.”
She shook her head, grinning. “That wasn’t your
real present. I needed Shade’s help to get you this one. And I’m so
glad I did, considering what you gave me. Thank you, Camille. I
never would have bought this for myself.” With a sideways glance at
the bottle of Chanel No. 5—our mother’s perfume—that I’d given her,
she smiled shyly.
Curious, now, wondering what could require
Shade’s help to purchase, I slid off Smoky’s lap and leaned
forward. “What is it?”
Delilah nodded to Shade, who sucked in a deep
breath and held out his hands. A shadow slowly filtered out of his
fingers to settle in front of me, and out of the shadow walked . .
. a cat? But it looked different—ever so slightly ghostly, caught
between the physical and the astral.
At my look of confusion, Shade said, “There are
many creatures wandering the Netherworld who don’t realize they’re
dead. We help some of them cross over, but others, like this little
girl, prefer to just remain in between.”
The shadow cat, a long-haired gray girl, leaped
up on my lap. I could feel her energy, almost as if she really had
weight, and she leaned against me, purring. Hesitantly, I ran my
hand along her side. She was just corporeal enough for me to feel a
faint wash of silk under my hands. When she rubbed her chin against
my boobs, I knew I was lost.
“She’s beautiful . . . and loving.”
“She isn’t ready to move on—but she misses
people. She was looking for a person, and when I told Delilah about
her, she thought you might just be the one. For one thing, with you
working death magic, you can sense spirits easier, so she can
manifest for you.” Shade smiled as I broke into a wide grin.
“And for another thing, she doesn’t set off my
territorial instincts. And I knew you wanted a kitty so bad.”
Delilah beamed at me and leaned forward.
I took her hands and kissed her, the cat between
us.
“What are you going to name her? And thank
goodness I won’t have another litter box to look after,” Iris
said.
We all laughed, as I stroked the shadow cat,
wondering what to call her. But then it was obvious. “I’m going to
call her Misty. I just hope she sticks around . . .” I was already
in love with the little creature, and the fact that she was spirit
and not flesh didn’t bother me. The spirit world was just as real
as ours. We’d all found that out in one way or another.
As Misty ran over to Morio and jumped on his
lap, I took a deep breath. This—family and their love—this was the
best medicine I could have to heal me up. I prayed we’d be able to
make it last.
THREE WEEKS LATER . . .
I was packing a bag, getting ready for a brief
weekend away with my husbands. Morio was on his feet again, and we
were ready for a quiet break. We were only going over to
Bain-bridge Island to stay in a condo for the weekend and walk on
the beach, but it sounded like heaven to me.
Iris came in and sat on the bed next to me.
Misty snuggled up on her lap. The little cat had manifested enough
so everybody in the house could see her. Maggie played great games
of chase with her but never could lay a finger on her, so there was
no worry there.
I glanced over at Iris, smiling. “How’s Hanna
adjusting?”
“She’s doing great. She’s decided to stay for a
while and is quickly learning the ways of this world. I think she’s
afraid to go home, afraid she’ll never find her daughters again. Or
worse, that she’ll find out they died. She keeps saying she’s used
to far harder work than this, and I tell you, I’m grateful for the
help. With as many people as we have living here now, it’s been
getting unwieldy.”
“I know; I’m glad she’s agreed to stay.” I
paused, brushing the smooth weave of the skirt I’d just packed.
“I’m so looking forward to this vacation.”
“I know, and I’m glad you’re taking it. The four
of you need some time together, without the rest of us around.” She
paused, then added, “I’ve something to tell you.” Iris flashed me a
fair grin. She looked radiant, and I attributed it to having that
monkey of a curse off her back.
“What’s up?” I prayed it wasn’t something that
would keep us from going on our trip.
“Nothing major . . . don’t worry. You will have
your fun on the beach with no interference, even if it is cold.”
She sighed. “Perhaps we’ll catch a break this weekend while you’re
gone, and find a lead to Telazhar.”
So far, all our searching for Telazhar and the
Bog Eater had come to a big fat zero, though Vanzir thought he
might be on the trail of one of the spirit seals. We’d been looking
high and low for signs of the sorcerer the past few weeks, and the
rogue portal, and the Bog Eater, but had struck out on all three
counts.
I folded another skirt into the suitcase, then
tucked in perfume, bath oil, body wash, and whatever else I could
fit.
“We need to find something soon. I don’t trust
this lull. So, what is it you wanted to tell me?” I zipped up the
case and lowered it to the floor. My bruises were almost gone, and
although my back had scarred, it wasn’t terribly noticeable unless
I was under harsh light.
She broke a little smile. “Oh, just that it’s a
good thing Hanna decided to stay, because we’re going to need her
more than ever soon enough. Also, that we’ll be needing to build
the house for Bruce and me sooner than we thought. We’re getting
married on Valentine’s Day. I want you to officiate at the wedding,
if you would. Be our priestess?”
“Valentine’s Day? That
soon? Of course I’ll be your priestess! But why the rush, if I
might ask? And I know you need a house—we’re really outgrowing ours
with all the additions to the family . . . but there’s room for
Bruce until we get yours built.” I grinned at her. “You really love
him, don’t you?”
The Talon-haltija broke out into that milkmaid
smile that lit up her face and she ducked her head, her golden hair
shimmering in the light. “Yes, I do. Though there might be room for
Bruce here, well . . . the reason we’re getting married early, and
going to need our own cottage right away, is that . . . well . . .
I’m going to have a baby.”
Baby? I straightened up,
and then I understood why she looked so radiant. “You’re
pregnant?”
She nodded. “I’ve known for a week. It happened
so quickly. I thought it might take quite some time after the curse
was lifted—but apparently the gods had other plans. The first time
after we came back, I guess . . . well . . . bingo. Oh Camille, I’m going to
be a mother and I wanted you to be the first to know, after
Bruce! You were there for me when I broke the curse, when I needed
help. You’ve always been there for me.”
And then she started to cry. And I started to
cry. I pulled her into my arms and held her tight, kissing her
cheeks, joining her as she let out a peal of laughter.
“We have to tell the others. You come now, come
downstairs with me and let me make you some tea. From now on,
little mother, you get special treatment. Hanna—that’s why you’re
so glad Hanna’s here!”
Iris nodded. “Yes, she can help with Maggie and
the cooking and cleaning. I love our little gargoyle, but I won’t
be able to let her near the baby. Not until they both grow up a
bit.”
As we headed down the stairs, I thought about
what this meant. Even in the midst of darkness and snow, in the
midst of demons and men who were so full of hate they had to
torture others to make themselves feel better, life could spring
forth and bring a ray of joy into the world. As long as there was
love, there was hope. And where there was hope . . . there was
possibility.
We gathered everyone around the table. Smoky was
holding Maggie, who was playing cat’s cradle—or her own particular
form of it—with his hair.
As Iris told the others her news, I stood back,
watching my family. Watching my lovers, my sisters, my
brothers-by-choice. We were a community. We were connected even
though we all had our separate lives.
Delilah and Menolly slipped over to my side and
took my hands, and I leaned my head on Delilah’s shoulder. We were
truly all forking out onto our own paths. Delilah had Shade and the
Autumn Lord and her training as a Death Maiden. Menolly was getting
ready to pledge herself to Nerissa, and she and Roman had been
going to a lot of vampire events lately. And I—I had Smoky, Morio,
and Trillian, and the Court of the Three Queens. Add on top of
that, we were all fighting a war, with all
the skirmishes in between.
But come what may, we were forever
together.
We would always be sisters.