Neophyte / Adept (30 page)

“Some people do,” he said.

“Does Veruschka? Do the twins?” I asked.

“I would think,” said Selwyn, “that anything Veruschka knows
the twins must also know. You saw her cozy up to them. It’s only a matter of
time before she becomes one of them––perhaps she’ll have red eyes
then too.”

I expelled my breath, exasperated. It fogged before my face.

“One last question. Before I completely flip,” I said. “What
happened to you? Because the night of the party, you were all clean shaven, and
now...” I looked at his scruffy-looking clothing and his stubbly chin,
“...you’re not.”

Selwyn said, “I went to go investigate the
Lenoir––and I got trapped––somewhere. It was my own
fault. But I’m out now. And we can right this. You don’t have to go to
Ravenseal...”

He was trying to get me to see reason. The truth. That I was
free.

“But don’t you see,” I said, “the shenanigans––”

I looked over at the place where the Dioscuri were at; I
thought I had heard something shriek or something. But maybe it was just the
wind. It had started to gust.

“If Veruschka traded away her first pick, and you just
happened to go missing,” I said, “I mean to say, the two events are awfully
coincidental, don’t you think? And if she
knows
that you’re a panther...”

“She doesn’t; but the twins do,” said Selwyn.

“Then it’s them. It has to be. They’re––setting
you up, or something. The twins found black hairs, Selwyn, on Mr. Pendderwenn’s
body.
Your
black hairs.”

The whole thing gave me an uneasy feeling.

“They know you can transform,” I said. “They’re trying to pin
his murder on you. What slashed Pendderwenn up, anyway...?

Selwyn looked, I thought, significantly, when he turned to
stare at the movie theater, once more.

“But I thought they were incorporeal,” I said, “that the
Dioscuri could not be touched... or do the touching...”

“What do you know about them?” he asked.

“I know that they have a hive mind, whatever that means,” I
said, “and that they remember things.”

“Do you know what the Dioscuri
are
?” said Selwyn.

“I don’t. But if they have long memories, they must be
humans––and live for a long time. Are they Seers?” I said.

“The Dioscuri are people. Terrible people. I can’t say any
more at this time. But here’s the thing––and this is the whole
point––” said Selwyn. “When a coven Hives, breaks away from its
parent coven, a whole host of things must happen––forms must be
filled out and so forth. It is presided over by the Master House. It is almost
their only function. To oversee Hiving. They send skilled Readers. The
Dioscuri.”

“You mean the twins and the Dioscuri and the Master
House––” I said.

“They’re all interrelated,” said Selwyn. “That’s right. But
it’s more complicated than that. If you will follow me?”

“But I can’t––we can’t go
in there
. They’re sick. They do things––
to your mind
, Selwyn,” I said. “I’ve had
experiences. I saw them in Lennox’s dreams, his memories, the things he
agonized over. They were disgusting, foul, awful. They scared the you-know-what
out of me. I can’t go in there.
I can’t.”

But Selwyn had a card to play, the red marker. He was
clutching it in his hand. “I thought you might feel that way,” he said. “So I
will tell you everything that I know. Then can we go?”

I shook my head. “No,” I said. “Besides, that depends.”

“On what?” he said.

“Even Maria was afraid of them, Selwyn,” I said. “I saw her.
The Dioscuri are terrible. She ran away. Asher has been helping me scry.”

“Has he?” Selwyn said.

“It’s what I’ve been doing unknowingly for the last four
months, anyway. Seeing things. Hearing voices. I saw you. At least, I think it
was you. You’ve been stalking me,” I said.

“But only to protect you,” said Selwyn. He didn’t show an
ounce of remorse.

“And that’s another thing. I think you
are
supposed to protect me, or, well, be my Protector. There are
things––they’re after me, Selwyn, the Dioscuri. I’m almost certain
of it,” I said.

But he just shook his head. “They can’t affect you,” he
said. “I mean, they
can
affect you,
but not in that way. They can’t touch you. You don’t have to worry about them.”

“But my mind, Selwyn, I don’t want them penetrating my
mind,” I said.

I was almost in a panic; I really didn’t want to go into the
movie theater. I wanted to just hop on my Gambalunga and get out of Rome. Leave
Europe. Get away from it all. The Dioscuri... The Lenoir... The other
Wiccans...

But Selwyn wouldn’t hear of it. He was adamant. “We need to
go in there,” he said. “I need to find out what happened to your parents. And
so do you. And I need to tell you the rest of my story...”

I listened for him to go on.

“Seventeen years ago, two things happened. Your parents were
killed. That’s one. And I think I know why. It’s because of the other thing
that happened, Halsey Rookmaaker. The second part. They wouldn’t become a part
of Ravenseal. Which is another thing you two have in common, your mother and
yourself, besides your Wiccan Mark. She was adamant. She insisted they hive.
Your parents were part of Pendderwenn House, you see. But with you in the mix
that made thirteen. True, you weren’t Initiated yet, but you had been wiccaned.
I was there at your true Wiccaning. It’s like a baptism for magical spirits;
and you are one. Max had Initiated me. He was one of the most powerful Wiccans
I ever knew––a true third. Something Julius couldn’t stand. It was
an ill-disguised resentment that Pendderwenn was a puppet Head. A flunky of
Ravenseal. Just Adept.
And a man to boot.
That had only happened one time before. Oh, he wanted his own House, all right,
but Julius didn’t have the skill to lead it. When suddenly the Rookmaakers wanted
out. But the rules must be obeyed and the Master House sent for. They came, the
Master House. Along with the Dioscuri. The twins okayed the Hiving. They read
your parents’ minds.”

“Those two monsters violated my parents’ minds?” I said. “No
wonder they looked at me the way they did. They know something, Selwyn. The
twins know something. Something I need to know. Or I don’t know.”

“Your parents were both fledged, Halsey, and in the primes
of their lives. It would be an autonomous coven, led by your mother. A new
Wiccan House. Veruschka was furious. So were the Dioscuri. But rules were
rules, and the Rookmaakers had the approval of the Master House.”

“But what happened to them?” I said. “My parents, I mean.”

Selwyn nearly pulled out his hair. “I don’t know,” he said.
“But I had my orders. Your father had given them to me. So I stuffed you in the
place that would seal the deal. I put you in the rota myself. It was me,” he
said.

“I stuffed you off to St. Martley’s, but not before the
event, Halsey–– And not before
this––
This marker––”
he said. “This marker is your birthright. It is
what I came back to give to you––and what I will stay for, unless
you cannot bear the sight of me; in which case, I understand. This Marker can
only be given to a House. And, as your surname is something you detest, or at
least don’t like people calling you, I thought you should know why they do.
This marker, Halsey, is
your
marker.
If you will, it has your name on it. It is the marker that was awarded to the
House of which I am the sole surviving member. I have been waiting for
seventeen years to give it to you. It is your parents’ marker, and I think, if
they were here now, they would want me to use it on you. Even if someone else
has a prior claim this marker transcends their own, it supersedes it. It is so
powerful, that claim, that everyone else knew not to touch you. But Ravenseal
has always been afflicted by ignorance and arrogance and a willful disregard of
the feelings of others. This Marker, Halsey, belongs to your parents’
House––a House which, upon a time, was here in Rome. It belongs to
House Rookmaaker
.”

My head exploded.

“Now will you come with me into the hive of those who didn’t
want your parents
to
Hive, and figure
out
why
the Dioscuri were so against
a true third-level Wiccan running her own House, here in Rome?”

I didn’t know what to say. I nodded. I was an original
member of House Rookmaaker. It was
my
House. My
family
. Not House
Ravenseal. My obligation to Veruschka vanished on the spot.

I had listened to Selwyn, angry and in awe of this great
secret, which had been kept from me. Perhaps even Mistress Genevieve knew; if
so, she had never told me... And Veruschka Ravenseal had picked me anyway. That
bitch. I longed to get back at her. I wondered what her angle was––or
if Veruschka just prided herself on being an evil old cow. One thing was
certain. On the doorstep, as I was, I had to find out, to know. Selwyn beckoned
me forward. He had that magical grin again––we were on our way.
Except now that I saw it, now that I knew I was going in there, my footsteps
felt heavy. What was so evil that it couldn’t even be shown in a memory?

It was the effect of the Dioscuri. I knew that now. They
did... something... to people... I wanted to know what.

Securing my hood about myself, I went to meet them.

Chapter 26
– Them

One thing was bothering me, or at least one thing that
needed to be resolved before we went in there. Actually, two
things––a two-parter. “Selwyn, if you and I and my parents were once
coven members––and we are again, I agree––because I’ll
never join Ravenseal,” I said. “When they died...”

Selwyn said, “I wandered. I sought things out for myself. I
am roughly fledged. Neither a neophyte nor adept. I never went through any of
the phases of a true Wiccan Fledged. Phases you yourself must go through,
if you will
.”

“Thus your pantherness,” I said. Selwyn was an eclectic
supernatural. They sometimes had awesome powers.

“An old shaman in Florida taught me how to commune with
animal spirits. It is an interesting branch of magic traditional Wicca-craft
shuns. I do not mourn never having gone to school––From the
invitation, to being read, and whatnot, the steps along the path to becoming
wiccaned. In fact, I am proud of myself. I think Maximilian would be too. He
didn’t believe in the Houses. He thought Wicca should be taught
freely––and all Wiccans nurtured. That ideas should be shared.
Which is why he adopted me. I come from nowhere, Halsey. Max rescued me. He
pulled me
out
of the rota before he
put you in it. But ask yourself this: if he would go so far as to raise someone
who was not his own blood, imagine how much he must have loved
you
? You are your parents, I think. I
know that we can find their House, if we look hard enough...”

A tiny tear was at the corner of my eye. Hearing this, it
was like it was really real. Like my parents had really been killed.

“That’s––”
I didn’t have the words. “Selwyn, that’s exactly what I was going to talk to
you about. I got a letter from Veruschka Ravenseal, yeah. Guess what she said?”

He made to answer, but I shut him up. “She said I would be
expected at her
home
,
Selwyn––as in a physical address. The people I really want to talk
with are the twins, but I know they will never tell me anything. And I also
know they aren’t really people, they’re something else.
Itses.”
I said. “House Rookmaaker must be a physical address.
Otherwise, those two blood-eyed skull-jackers would never have allowed my
parents to Hive. You need a home if you’re going to have a House.”

Selwyn nodded. “My thoughts exactly,” he said.

“We need to go see what the Dioscuri know,” I said.

We turned to go into the movie theater.

I needed to scry these bastards... To look into the
Dioscuri. Unfortunately, the old place was boarded up.

Selwyn told me not to worry about it. I watched in amazement
as only his paw appeared––he manifested it single-handedly. He must
have had amazing skill as a Shifter. He was holding it like a cat claw.
“Selwyn...” I said.

“I needed you to come with me,” he said. “Besides, I didn’t
kill that man. I don’t use my powers for evil. Unless I want them revisited
upon me elevenfold, remember?”

“The Wiccan Rede,” I said.

“I believe in bad karma,” said Selwyn. “That your
comeuppance cannot be escaped. Whoever did this to your parents will find that
out. I promise you.”

He clawed at two of the boards, prying one of them loose.
His long cat nail gouged into the wood. He stuck his tongue out.

I looked at the movie theater. It was decrepit, rundown,
ancient-looking. Like all Rome.

“These monsters have not been here in years,” he said.
“Since your parents died.” A strange aura hung about the place. “Then they
slunk off with their masters. The Dioscuri work for the Master House. They are
its
servants
. Which is why, if we
are
going to find out what happened,
this is the perfect time. Prague is a fortress. Lux’s scars attest to that. The
Dioscuri will soon be back there, and then we won’t see them again, until there
is a war. And in that conflict, Halsey, they would fight for the strongest
side. Their own.”

If he thought I could just hear this and just shirk it
off––

“But my parents would want me to figure this out,” I said.
“I know they would.”

Even Mistress Genevieve had said so. “Halsey has certain
things she needs to figure out for
herself
,”
she had said.
There
, I thought. That
settled it. I was
bound
to go in. By
the bindings of my blood, and filial obligation, I was determined to go inside.

Selwyn removed one of the boards. He ripped it out. Our way
inside was clear.

“Do you think you could make one of your lights?” he said to
me. It was pretty dark.

I was only too happy to oblige. I didn’t exactly know how,
though. I was unschooled too. Psuedo-eclectic. A real moron.

“I think I
think
it into existence,” I said. “I don’t know precisely. The aether is a mystery to
me. But if I try...”

My Light popped on. Selwyn’s eyes sparkled like sapphires,
rippling gloriously in the gloom.

One by one, we slipped through the opening in the boards,
into the abandoned movie theater. I couldn’t help thinking of Volt and Pouch.
Two fourteen-year-old boys who were in the hospital, even still. Something
waited inside, and I had to meet it. They had. And it had nearly destroyed
them. But I had magic. And Selwyn was with me.

“Selwyn... I think you should become a cat again,” I
whispered. “But first...”

He looked at me. “Yes?” he said.

“Shh. I think I hear something,” I said. We stopped and
waited but it must have been my imagination; or my ball of Light. It hummed
like energy. “Never mind,” I said. “Let’s go. Come on.”

We walked deeper into the lobby of the old theater. Chairs
were upended, old posters hung pell-mell from the walls. No wonder the Dioscuri
loved it. Nothing had been here in years. The dust was an inch thick.

Something was bothering me.

“Maybe the Dioscuri left already,” I said. “No, listen to
this. When they found Pendderwenn, I was there. Along with the twins.”

Selwyn had transformed by this time into the panther, so he
couldn’t interrupt me.

“Gaven was really upset,” I said. “So I guess that means he
doesn’t like them any more than you do. The twins, I mean. He seemed furious at
them. He told them to get their
things
out of Rome. He must’ve meant the Dioscuri. I’m certain of it....

“Ballard showed me this place,” I went on. “It must’ve been
months ago. But the werewolves were spread thin. That’s why Volt and Pouch had
to stand guard. And then... have you noticed how busy the werewolves have been
lately? It’s like they haven’t even been at the Gathering at all. They must all
have been here. Watching over things.
These
things. The Dioscuri.”

Selwyn had an itch and had to scratch it real quick. I
didn’t know what I was doing. But I was missing something. Something important.

I shot the ball of Light and followed after it. But no
matter where I went––what hallway or whatever––Selwyn
and I never encountered anything, or anyone. The place was abandoned. Empty.

It came back again––the pulse in my stomach. Now
it was in my throat. It interfered with my ability to breathe. Finally, it
rushed into my head.

Selwyn was panting slightly from the exertion of having run
everywhere. We had searched the movie theater from top to toe, finding nothing.

“I’m not the one they’re after,” I said. “It’s Lia.”