A Discovery Of Witches Part 50

The de Clermonts heard a soft click.

"It was Rebecca," another witch said much more softly. "I promised her I wouldn't tell. And I don't know what she did or how she did it, so don't ask. Rebecca knew she and Stephen wouldn't be coming back from Africa. She'd seen something-knew something-that frightened her to death. All she would tell me was that she was going to keep Diana safe."

"Safe from what?" Sarah was horrified.

"Not 'safe from what.' Safe until until." Em's voice dropped further. "Rebecca said she would make sure Diana was safe until her daughter was with her shadowed man."

"Her shadowed man?" Matthew repeated.

"Yes," Em whispered. "As soon as Diana told me she was spending time with a vampire, I wondered if you were the one Rebecca had foreseen. But it all happened so fast."

"Do you see anything, Emily-anything at all-that might help us?" Matthew asked.

"No. There's a darkness. Diana's in it. She's not dead," she said hastily when Matthew sucked in his breath, "but she's in pain and somehow not entirely in this world."

As Baldwin listened, he narrowed his eyes at Ysabeau. Her questions, though maddening, had been most illuminating. He uncrossed his arms and reached into his pocket for his phone. He turned away, dialed, and murmured something into it. Baldwin then looked at Matthew and drew a finger across his throat.

"I'm going for her now," Matthew said. "When we have news, we'll call you." He disconnected before Sarah or Em could pepper him with questions.

"Where are my keys?" Matthew shouted, heading for the door.

Baldwin was in front of him, barring the way.

"Calm down and think," he said roughly, kicking a stool in his brother's direction. "What were the castles between here and the Cantal? We only need to know the old castles, the ones Gerbert would be most familiar with."

"Christ, Baldwin, I can't remember. Let me through!"

"No. You need to be smart about this. The witches wouldn't have brought her into Gerbert's territory-not if they have any sense. If Diana is spellbound, then she's a mystery to them, too. It will take them some time to solve it. They'll want privacy, and no vampires interrupting them." It was the first time Baldwin had managed to say the witch's name. "In the Cantal the witches would have to answer to Gerbert, so they must be somewhere near the border. Think." Baldwin's last drop of patience evaporated. "By the G.o.ds, Matthew, you built or designed most of them."

Matthew's mind raced over the possibilities, discarding some because they were too close, others because they were too ruined. He looked up in shock. "La Pierre."

Ysabeau's mouth tightened, and Marthe looked worried. La Pierre had been the region's most forbidding castle. It was built on a foundation of basalt that couldn't be tunneled through and had walls high enough to resist any siege.

Overhead, there was a sound of air being compressed and moved.

"A helicopter," Baldwin said. "It was waiting in Clermont-Ferrand to take me back to Lyon. Your garden will need work, Ysabeau, but you no doubt think it's a small price to pay."

The two vampires streaked out of the chateau toward the helicopter. They jumped in and were soon flying high above the Auvergne. Nothing but blackness lay below them, punctuated here and there with a soft glow of light from a farmhouse window. It took them more than thirty minutes to arrive at the castle, and even though the brothers knew where it was, the pilot located its outlines with difficulty.

"There's nowhere to land!" the pilot shouted.

Matthew pointed to an old road that stretched away from the castle. "What about there?" he shouted back. He was already scanning the walls for signs of light or movement.

Baldwin told the pilot to put down where Matthew had indicated, and he received a dubious look in reply.

When they were still twenty feet off the ground, Matthew jumped out and set off at a dead run toward the castle's gate. Baldwin sighed and jumped after him, first directing the pilot not to move until they were both back on board.

Matthew was already inside, shouting for Diana. "Christ, she'll be terrified," he whispered when the echoes faded, running his fingers through his hair.

Baldwin caught up with him and grabbed his brother's arm. "There are two ways to do this, Matthew. We can split up and search the place from top to bottom. Or you can stop for five seconds and figure out where you would hide something in La Pierre."

"Let me go," Matthew said, baring his teeth and trying to pull his arm from his brother's grip. Baldwin's hand only tightened.

"Think," he commanded. "It will be quicker, I promise you."

Matthew went over the castle's floor plan in his mind. He started at the entrance, going up through the castle's rooms, through the tower, the sleeping apartments, the audience chambers, and the great hall. Then he worked his way from the entrance down through the kitchens, the cellars, and the dungeons. He stared at his brother in horror.

"The oubliette." He set off in the direction of the kitchens.

Baldwin's face froze. "Dieu," he whispered, watching his brother's receding back. What was it about this witch that had made her own people throw her down a sixty-foot hole?

And if she were that precious, whoever had put Diana into the oubliette would be back.

Baldwin tore after Matthew, hoping it was not already too late to stop him from giving the witches not one but two hostages.

Chapter 31.

Diana, it's time to wake up. My mother's voice was low but insistent. My mother's voice was low but insistent.

Too exhausted to respond, I pulled the brightly colored patchwork quilt over my head, hoping that she wouldn't be able to find me. My body curled into a tight ball, and I wondered why everything hurt so much.

Wake up, sleepyhead. My father's blunt fingers gripped the fabric. A jolt of joy momentarily pushed the pain aside. He pretended he was a bear and growled. Squealing with happiness, I tightened my own hands and giggled, but when he pulled at the coverings, the cold air swept around me. My father's blunt fingers gripped the fabric. A jolt of joy momentarily pushed the pain aside. He pretended he was a bear and growled. Squealing with happiness, I tightened my own hands and giggled, but when he pulled at the coverings, the cold air swept around me.

Something was wrong. I opened one eye, expecting to see the bright posters and stuffed animals that lined my room in Cambridge. But my bedroom didn't have wet, gray walls.

My father was smiling down at me with twinkling eyes. As usual, his hair was curled up at the ends and needed combing, and his collar was askew. I loved him anyway and tried to fling my arms around his neck, but they refused to work properly. He pulled me gently toward him instead, his insubstantial form clinging to me like a s.h.i.+eld.

Fancy seeing you here, Miss Bishop. It was what he always said when I sneaked into his study at home or crept downstairs late at night for one more bedtime story.

"I'm so tired." Even though his s.h.i.+rt was transparent, it somehow retained the smell of stale cigarette smoke and the chocolate caramels that he kept in his pockets.

I know, my father said, his eyes no longer twinkling. my father said, his eyes no longer twinkling. But you can't sleep anymore. But you can't sleep anymore.

You have to wake up. My mother's hands were on me now, trying to extricate me from my father's lap. My mother's hands were on me now, trying to extricate me from my father's lap.

"Tell me the rest of the story first," I begged, "and skip the bad parts."

It doesn't work that way. My mother shook her head, and my father sadly handed me into her arms. My mother shook her head, and my father sadly handed me into her arms.

"But I don't feel well." My child's voice wheedled for special treatment.

My mother's sigh rustled against the stone walls. I can't skip the bad parts. You have to face them. Can you do that, little witch? I can't skip the bad parts. You have to face them. Can you do that, little witch?

After considering what would be required, I nodded.

Where were we? my mother asked, sitting down next to the ghostly monk in the center of the oubliette. He looked shocked and moved a few inches away. My father stifled a smile with the back of his hand, looking at my mother the same way I looked at Matthew. my mother asked, sitting down next to the ghostly monk in the center of the oubliette. He looked shocked and moved a few inches away. My father stifled a smile with the back of his hand, looking at my mother the same way I looked at Matthew.

I remember, she said she said. Diana was locked in a dark room, all alone. She sat hour after hour and wondered how she would ever get out. Then she heard a knocking at the window. It was the prince. "I'm trapped inside by witches!" Diana cried. The prince tried to break the window, but it was made of magic gla.s.s and he couldn't even crack it. Then the prince raced to the door and tried to open it, but it was held fast by an enchanted lock. He rattled the door in the frame, but the wood was too thick and it didn't budge.

"Wasn't the prince strong?" I asked, slightly annoyed that he wasn't up to the task.

Very strong, said her mother solemnly, said her mother solemnly, but he was no wizard. So Diana looked around for something else for the prince to try. She spied a tiny hole in the roof. It was just big enough for a witch like her to squeeze through. Diana told the prince to fly up and lift her out. But the prince couldn't fly. but he was no wizard. So Diana looked around for something else for the prince to try. She spied a tiny hole in the roof. It was just big enough for a witch like her to squeeze through. Diana told the prince to fly up and lift her out. But the prince couldn't fly.

"Because he wasn't a wizard," I repeated. The monk crossed himself every time magic or a wizard was mentioned.

That's right, my mother said. my mother said. But Diana remembered that once upon a time she had flown. She looked down and found the edge of a silver ribbon. It was wound tightly around her, but when she tugged on the end, the ribbon came loose. Diana tossed it high above her head. Then there was nothing left for her body to do except follow it up to the sky. When she got close to the hole in the roof, she put her arms together, stretched them straight, and went through into the night air. "I knew you could do it," said the prince. But Diana remembered that once upon a time she had flown. She looked down and found the edge of a silver ribbon. It was wound tightly around her, but when she tugged on the end, the ribbon came loose. Diana tossed it high above her head. Then there was nothing left for her body to do except follow it up to the sky. When she got close to the hole in the roof, she put her arms together, stretched them straight, and went through into the night air. "I knew you could do it," said the prince.

"And they lived happily ever after," I said firmly.

My mother's smile was bittersweet. Yes, Diana. Yes, Diana. She gave my father a long look, the kind that children don't understand until they're older. She gave my father a long look, the kind that children don't understand until they're older.

I sighed happily, and it didn't matter so much that my back was on fire or that this was a strange place with people you could see right through.

It's time, my mother said to my father. He nodded. my mother said to my father. He nodded.

Above me, heavy wood met ancient stone with a deafening crash.

"Diana?" It was Matthew. He sounded frantic. His anxiety sent a simultaneous rush of relief and adrenaline through my body.

"Matthew!" My call came out as a dull croak.

"I'm coming down." Matthew's response, echoing down all that stone, hurt my head. It was throbbing and there was something sticky on my cheek. I rubbed some of the stickiness on to my finger, but it was too dark to see what it was.

"No," said a deeper, rougher voice. "You can get down there, but I won't be able to get you out. And we need to do this fast, Matthew. They'll be back for her."

I looked up to see who was speaking, but all that was visible was a pale white ring.

"Diana, listen to me." Matthew boomed a little less now. "You need to fly. Can you do that?"

My mother nodded encouragingly. It's time to wake up and be a witch. There's no need for secrets anymore. It's time to wake up and be a witch. There's no need for secrets anymore.

"I think so." I tried to get to my feet. My right ankle gave way underneath me, and I fell hard onto my knee. "Are you sure Satu's gone?"

"There's no one here but me and my brother, Baldwin. Fly up and we'll get you away." The other man muttered something, and Matthew replied angrily.

I didn't know who Baldwin was, and I had met enough strangers today. Not even Matthew felt entirely safe, after what Satu had said. I looked for somewhere to hide.

You can't hide from Matthew, my mother said, casting a rueful smile at my father. my mother said, casting a rueful smile at my father. He'll always find you, no matter what. You can trust him. He's the one we've been waiting for. He'll always find you, no matter what. You can trust him. He's the one we've been waiting for.

My father's arms crept around her, and I remembered the feeling of Matthew's arms. Someone who held me like that couldn't be deceiving me.

"Diana, please try." Matthew couldn't keep the pleading out of his voice.

In order to fly, I needed a silver ribbon. But there wasn't one wrapped around me. Uncertain of how to proceed, I searched for my parents in the gloom. They were paler than before.

Don't you want to fly? my mother asked. my mother asked.

Magic is in the heart, Diana, my father said. my father said. Don't forget. Don't forget.

I shut my eyes and imagined a ribbon into place. With the end securely in my fingers, I threw it toward the white ring that flickered in the darkness. The ribbon unfurled and soared through the hole, taking my body with it.

My mother was smiling, and my father looked as proud as he had when he took the training wheels off my first bicycle. Matthew peered down, along with another face that must belong to his brother. With them were a clutch of ghosts who looked amazed that anyone, after all these years, was making it out alive.

"Thank G.o.d," Matthew breathed, stretching his long, white fingers toward me. "Take my hand."

The moment he had me in his grip, my body lost its weightlessness.

"My arm!" I cried out as the muscles pulled and the gash on my forearm gaped.

Matthew grabbed at my shoulder, a.s.sisted by another, unfamiliar hand. They lifted me out of the oubliette, and I was crushed for a moment against Matthew's chest. Grabbing handfuls of his sweater, I clung to him.

"I knew you could do it," he murmured like the prince in my mother's story, his voice full of relief.

"We don't have time for this." Matthew's brother was already running down the corridor toward the door.

Matthew gripped my shoulders and took rapid stock of my injuries. His nostrils flared at the scent of dried blood. "Can you walk?" he asked softly.

"Pick her up and get her out of here, or you'll have more to worry about than a little blood!" the other vampire shouted.

Matthew swept me up like a sack of flour and started to run, his arm tight across my lower back. I bit my lip and closed my eyes so the floor rus.h.i.+ng underneath me wouldn't remind me of flying with Satu. A change in the air told me we were free. As my lungs filled, I began to shake.

Matthew ran even faster, carrying me toward a helicopter that was improbably parked outside the castle walls on a dirt road. He ducked his body protectively over mine and jumped into the helicopter's open door. His brother followed, the lights from the c.o.c.kpit controls glinting green against his bright copper hair.

My foot brushed against Baldwin's thigh as he sat down, and he gave me a look of hatred mingled with curiosity. His face was familiar from the visions I'd seen in Matthew's study: first in light caught in the suit of armor, then again when touching the seals of the Knights of Lazarus. "I thought you were dead." I shrank toward Matthew.

Baldwin's eyes widened. "Go!" he shouted to the pilot, and we lifted into the sky.

Being airborne brought back fresh memories of Satu, and my shaking increased.

"She's gone into shock," Matthew said. "Can this thing move faster, Baldwin?"

"Knock her out," Baldwin said impatiently.

"I don't have a sedative with me."

"Yes you do." His brother's eyes glittered. "Do you want me to do it?"

Matthew looked down at me and tried to smile. My shaking subsided a little, but every time the helicopter dipped and swayed in the wind, it returned, along with my memories of Satu.

"By the G.o.ds, Matthew, she's terrified," Baldwin said angrily. "Just do it."

Matthew bit into his lip until a drop of blood beaded up on the smooth skin. He dipped his head to kiss me.