Shadow Silence (21 page)

As he fell silent, the room burst into conversation. I turned to Ellia, and motioned for her to follow me. “We have to get the mark off Peggin. Has Oriel found a solution?”

She frowned. “I'm not sure, but we'll ask her in a few minutes. Meanwhile, I think it's fate that Peggin moved into that house. There's more to this business with the ship than meets the eye. I can feel it in my bones.”

And indeed, as she spoke, I could almost hear the Crow Man laughing from a distance. Yes, he was definitely involved. And that meant, so was
I.

A
s the volume of the room grew louder, I moved off to the side. I really didn't want to deal with people at this point, or their questions. Starlight seemed to notice me sequestering myself in the corner, because she took her gavel and called for order.

“Please take your seats again. Save your questions for Kerris for later.” She turned to Oriel. “Given that the forest Fae indicated that the Matriarchs were to take care of the witch bottles, are you and Ellia and Ivy prepared to go in search of them? And do you think you have the wherewithal to destroy them when you find them?”

Oriel nodded. “The hardest problem will be in finding them. You can bet that Magda didn't just set them out in plain sight or leave a treasure map leading to them. If Ivy can call up one of the forest Fae when we're out there, they may be able to help us. We'll do our best. Even if we can't find all of them, we should be able to break cycle of so many Shadow People coming in. My guess is that it takes all fifteen bottles
laid out in a particular design in order to summon the Ankou. Even if it takes several trips, we'll find them.”

“I have a question, if you don't mind.” Tonya raised her hand. Both she and her husband were from Finnish stock. Tonya had the gift of sight and Nathan had been a military man and was extremely precise with weaponry and tracking. I didn't know much else about them.

“Tonya, you have the floor.” Starlight waved her gavel at Tonya.

“What happens once we break the bottles and disrupt the spell? Won't Magda just start in building it up again? All she'll have to do is create new witch bottles.”

I rubbed my forehead. I hadn't thought that far ahead and now I realized that it might be wise to start taking the long view of things. Tonya's point was well made, and I wished that I had thought of it myself.

Ellia answered for the group. “Oh, she can recast the spell with no problem. However, making the witch bottles needed for that spell is a long and tedious process. Unless she has several spares made, it will take or at least another five or six months to prepare new ones.”

Tonya bit her lip, looking skeptical. “Do you really think she's that unprepared? Look at who we are dealing with. I may not be from Russia, but Baba Volkov is extraordinarily demanding of her followers. For a priestess as powerful and prominent as Magda is, I think that Baba Volkov would flay her alive if she wasn't prepared with a plan B. So you know she's going to be up to something as soon as we break the spell.”

Ellia let out a soft sigh. It had to be difficult hearing people talk about your mother like that, especially after what Magda did to both her daughters. Though, given the torture she put them through, I suspected there wasn't much love lost.

“You should listen to Tonya,” Ellia said. “I cannot begin to impress upon you how powerful my mother can be. If you think the
Hounds
are ruthless, you have no idea how
cruel and vicious Magda is. There is no forgiveness in her. No mercy. She tolerates no mistakes, and she will do her best to crush Whisper Hollow, considering she feels that the town slighted her.”

Starlight gazed at Ellia for a moment, then glanced over at Tonya. She seemed to be thinking of how to respond. Oriel and Ivy said nothing. They might be the Matriarchs, but Starlight was the leader of the Crescent Moon Society and they paid her her due.

After a moment, Starlight cleared her throat. “We will keep everything you've said in mind. There isn't much we can do about potential attacks except to keep aware and alert for them. We must focus on
now
, on the present. Before I heard the news tonight, I was planning to bring up an issue. Now I see that everything seems to be related. We've been getting more reports from Whisper Hollow citizens about being attacked by the Ankou. In the past three days, Sonja has received four new reports. This seems to back up the statements the forest Fae made about Magda sending the Shadow People against the town. We have to control this situation before we entertain how to prevent future attacks. Therefore I move to include in the minutes the notation that Ellia, Ivy, and Oriel will be attending to the witch bottles tomorrow.”

She waited for Trevor—who was the secretary of the Crescent Moon Society—to jot down the notes. After he nodded, she continued.

“Now, we should turn our attention to the Lady of the Lake, and what happened to Peggin, our newest member. Since there are so few survivors of the Lady's attacks, do you mind if we photograph the mark on your wrist for our records? I don't mean to seem insensitive but—”

Peggin shrugged and shook her head. “If it could help in the future, go ahead.”

As Trevor pulled out his phone and began to take pictures of Peggin's wrists, Clinton Brady spoke up. “What can you tell us about the Lady? She had you in her grasp. As Starlight
said, there are very few who survive her attacks. Everything we can possibly learn about her will help us in the future.” Clinton's expression was sober. He had seen too many people vanish into the lake across from his pub. The Fogwhistle Pub looked directly across to the pier and more than once, he had rushed across the street, too late to save the Lady's quarry.

Peggin closed her eyes. I could tell she was struggling with the memory of her fear. Hell, I wouldn't want to remember if I were her, either. But, like a trouper, she came through.

“Honestly, it all happened so fast and I was in a trance so it's rather difficult to pinpoint anything. But . . . her song. I heard her singing. She had the most beautiful voice, until she actually got hold of me and dragged me under. Then it was dark and garbled and sounded like someone drowning. Kerris wasn't kidding when she called it siren song, because when I heard the Lady calling to me, the only thing I could think of was that I needed to go to her. I could swear that I remember her promising to make things better for me.”

“How far away were you when you heard her sing?”

“Good question,” I said. The distance might give us a clue as to how close one had to be in order to be in danger.

Peggin thought for a moment before answering. “Well, I was in the house when I thought I heard something. So I stepped out on the porch and that's when I heard the song.” She turned to the others. “I leased a house at the Foggy Downs subdivision. The one Kerris was telling you about with the beams.”

At the round of sudden gasps, Peggin winced.

“I wouldn't have done so except that I have to move within less than a month. My landlady wants her house back and I
really
don't want to live in an apartment. So I found a house that seemed perfect. It's rent-to-own, and I could afford the option fee and the rent. When I went to look at it, there was something about the house that made me want to buy it. It's a dump, but I thought . . . I still think . . . it could be beautiful if I fixed it up. I don't know whether the ghosts
who live in that house were influencing me, or the Lady herself. The house is at the end of a cul-de-sac, nearest the woods that lead down to the pier.”

Gareth leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees as he fumbled with a piece of gum, unwrapping it and sticking it in his mouth. “That whole area is rife with spirits, and I think a number of them there are landlocked . . . trapped by the Lady. Not every family allows the rites that Lila . . . Kerris now . . . can offer in order to protect the spirits of the lost ones. I don't like going down there, and I'm probably one of the most head blind of this group. The entire Fogwhistle area gives me the creeps.”

“I agree, and why my great-grandfather chose that area to rebuild the pub in, I have no clue.” Clinton's grandfather had ordered the pub dismantled, brick by brick. It was originally built in Ireland, and was over four hundred years old. It had been rebuilt in exactly the same fashion as it was in the old country, and had its own history and spirits.

I cleared my throat. “I'm going to make a wild guess that the Lady's song can be heard up to two or three hundred yards away. Which gives her a wide berth. I'm not certain about the other parts of the Lake Crescent shoreline—she's found everywhere around the lake—but I do think that Fogwhistle Pier is her home base. And now that I think of it . . . doesn't it make sense that she's some sort of siren? Maybe a water spirit who has been empowered by all the souls that she's taken or those who've been lost in the lake through accident?”

Clinton spoke up. “Back in Ireland, they have the kelpie. It sounds like the Lady might actually be something along those lines.”

“I don't know if we'll ever know, but at least we know now that she can lure people in with her song. And if they can hear her through the walls of a house, why can't they hear her through the metal of a car? Which would explain why some people go off the road when there's no reason for them to.
They just drive into her song. Like my grandmother and Duvall.” I didn't like thinking about this. For one thing, it hit close to home—too close. For another, the concept of how powerful the Lady was . . . it was downright overpowering.

“If she can summon the driver of a car, she could summon the driver of a busload of people. Should we reroute buses to go another way?” Starlight's forehead wrinkled.

Cripes. Even I hadn't thought about the possibility of the Lady summoning an entire bus of people down into the dark water. Immediately, I wanted to agree with Starlight's idea, but Frank had a counterargument.

“I think that yes, she probably
can
do that and I hope to hell she never does. But what reasoning are we going to give the state Department of Transportation for rerouting buses, but not large trucks? We can't possibly tell them that we have a spirit here who is dragging people down into the depths and killing them. We'd be laughed out of their offices.” He rubbed his forehead. “I can tell you right now that that's not going to fly. No. We either have to push this through under the guise of necessary roadwork—which we might be able to get away with, but then we're going to disrupt all truck traffic. And what about outside of the city limits? We can't make this happen for the entire circumference of the lake. It's just not a viable plan and, by inventing road repair work, we'll cost the city funds we don't have to spare.”

Starlight cleared her throat. “Well then, I suggest we table this particular part of the discussion for later. Everybody, please . . . start thinking about potential solutions. I don't care how crazy they sound, bring them to the next meeting. But do note, this will
not
include a hunting party going after the Lady. Everyone in this room knows that we can't take her on and hope to win. She's far too powerful and she's been here far longer than we have. I have a feeling if we went out there, it would turn into a suicide mission.”

Trevor noted down everything that had been said and then, again, motioned to Starlight.

She gave him a brief nod. “As to Peggin and what to do about her mark, I leave that up to the Matriarchs. Oriel has suggested a spell and I have agreed to take part, although it's not magical work that I'm comfortable with. But seeing that it's the only choice and we have to do something, it is what it is. At some point the Lady will come after Peggin again, and she may well succeed. Does anyone else have anything to add?”

Niles raised his hand. Starlight recognized him.

“As most of you know I have managed to keep the secret entrance to this chamber hidden and in good repair. Business is down lately, and we need to replace several important parts on the locking mechanisms for the doors. I need funds to do this. I can't spring for it all myself.”

Starlight let out a little laugh and for once, I didn't read ridicule into it.

“Thank you, Niles, for a routine request. Talk to Frank about a purchase voucher for what you need. You'll need to get two quotes for how much it's going to cost, and submit the lower, unless it's so low that it's obviously makeshift. Frank will cut you a check to buy what you need. Now, is there anything else?”

“What about the Winter Fun Fest? Should we still proceed?” Nadia asked.

Starlight didn't bother calling for a consensus.

“I don't see why not. Yes, we are facing some tough times but the fact is we are always facing some sort of crisis. The Winter Fun Fest is a tradition here in Whisper Hollow, and I really don't want to let our traditions pass by. Our town is built on heritage and ritual, and a mutual desire to succeed and thrive. So yes, the Fun Fest will go on. Are you in charge of it this year?”

Nadia shook her head. “No, but I'm on the entertainment committee. The mayor assigned several other members; two of them belong to the Hounds, unfortunately. But since this festival benefits everybody, I don't think they'll attempt anything to stop it or screw it up.”

“Then I suggest we all go out and support the festival as much as we can. With so much going on I suggest that we meet again in a week to discuss what we've learned.”