The breath rushed out of Kyra as she gave me a desperate look.
I knew I had to get out of the cottage before my news burst forth like a cinder popping out of the fire. The sharp objects I need for the spell, I said, thinking aloud. Ive a good chance of finding things like that along the roadside. Broken spearheads and pointed stones and such.
My mother stopped spinning, considering.
And theres the blacksmiths shop, I said. He is sure to have some discarded metals and arrowheads.
Please? Kyra added.
Ma touched her forehead. At least youre thinking like a witch now.
And well be back in plenty of time for Esbat, I said. After dark our coven would gather to celebrate Aprils seed moon. It was a time to banish unwanted influences and cast spells of protectiona perfect time to help the MacGreavys out of their dilemma.
All right, then, you may go, my mother relented. But do not forget your chores. Ill not have the MacGreavys without a spell of protection because a daughter of mine neglected her duties.
Aye, Ma, I said, feeling once again like the put-upon daughter of the high priestess. I hated it, but often I felt as if I did the work while she got the glory.
I grabbed my veil and cloak, not daring to stay to question my mothers change of heart. The rose stone was in my pocket, a glimmering reminder of the fantastical spell I had conjured, and though I had promised it to Kyra, I was now afraid to part with it. Hence I had sneaked into Mas cabinet that morning and found a stone that might do just as well for Kyraa pale green moonstone, which was known to promote love and compassion.
Before we reached the end of the path, I told Kyra of my meeting in the woods and of the splendid spell the Goddess had given me. As I spoke, her mouth opened, her jaw dropping in amazement.
A kiss! Her hand flew to her face. You let a stranger kiss you?
Not a stranger, I said confidently. Hes a blood witch. My mùirn beatha dànIm sure of it.
Who could he be? Kyra wondered. And from what clan?
Ill learn his name and clan today. Were meeting this afternoon, I said, smiling at the promise of seeing the sparkle of his eyes again. Reaching into my pocket, I took out the rose stone and held it up to the sky. It glimmered and winked in the sunlight.
Thats the rose stone? Kyra asked, staring at it. Oh, by the Goddess, it does exude power.
While I dreamed of meeting him again, Kyra went on and on with dire warnings. How I should not trust a stranger. How I must beware anyone from another coven. How it was wrong to lie to my ma. How I shouldnt have charmed the stone in the first place.
Aye, but you had no objection when it was to be spelled for you, I pointed out.
Youre right. She flipped a braid over her shoulder and sighed. Im a fool in love, and now Ive even lost my chance at having an amulet.
Dont despair. I took the moonstone from my pocket and presented it to her with a flourish. This stone promotes love and sympathy. And I heard one of the coven witches go on about its magickal ability to melt a lovers quarrel. It helps to open up emotions between two lovers.
Kyras face turned pink. But Falkner and I are not lovers!
Ah, but you shall be, I teased in a singsongy voice. Come, well stop at my circle and charge the moonstone for you.
My circle in the woods was on the way to Kirkloch, and Kyra had been there before for gathering and practicing spells of our own. Kyra always deferred to me, as we both knew my powers with the Goddess were strong. Of late, some of Síles coveners had seemed to notice my powers. Once while Síle was drawing down the moon, coveners saw a halo of light surround me. Menot the high priestess. My body had trembled with life force that night, but Ma had barely said a word beyond reminding me to ground myself when the rites ended. Sometimes I truly believed she was envious of my powers.
I swept the circle with my broom, cleansing it for the spell. Then I placed the moonstone upon the altar and joined hands with Kyra.
Do you want to put the spell on your charm? I asked her.
Would you do it for me? She turned to me, her dark eyes beseeching. You have so strong a bond with the Goddess, I think its best coming from you. Everyone knows youre to be the next high priestess when Síle steps down.
I squeezed her hand, feeling flattered. I dont know that everyone has accepted that just yet. My own ma questions my spells and whereabouts every minute of every day.
Shes trying to teach you.
Well, if chastisement and disapproval are teaching, Ill not be her student. I went to the altar, where the moonstone sat in the dappled sunlight. Ma always said spells were best cast at night, and it was certainly safer, but it was nearly impossible to steal off and make magick under the moonlight with her watching me as she did. After making certain we were alone, I bowed to the Goddess, asking for Her blessing over this stone. As always, I summoned the power of earth, wind, water, and fire. Then I turned and handed the moonstone to Kyra.
Hold it next to the pounding in your breast, I told her.
She pressed the stone to the bodice of her gown.
I felt the power above me. Lifting my chin, I saw the moon in the sky through a clearing in the circle. It was full and visible today, thrumming with life force and power. So much power for tonights Esbat. I went to my stash of tools and took out my athame, a long wand Id made from a tree branch and a lovely pointed stone Id spied in the river. Standing in the center of the circle, the athame in my right hand, I felt the moon trembling in the crown over the trees. I raised my arms directly above me and clasped them both at the base of the athame.
I now draw the power of the moon into myself, I said, merging with her power, the pure essence of the Goddess. My breath came sharp and fast as the moon flashed onto the tip of my athame. I could feel it there, coursing down onto the sharp stone. I let the moon fill the athame, then brought the tool down and pressed its sharp tip to my chest.
At once the power danced through me. Molten silver filled my breast, my body, my whole being. Beside me I heard Kyra gasp, but I could not turn my head to look over, so engrossed was I in drawing down the moon.
When I was fully saturated, I swung around and pointed my athame at Kyra, touching her chest to let the power soar into her. Her dark eyes reflected the silver light as she watched it stream through my athame.
In this day and in the hour I call upon thee, ancient power. I spoke slowly, steadily. Kyra has a need that must be met, a true love to draw to her, Falkner to call for her. Charm this stone, O Goddess of Light. Bring her love to cherish and delight.
The spell complete, I pulled the athame away and dropped to the ground, pulling Kyra along beside me. I had learned from coven circles that so much power could sap a witch, making the head light and the body weak. Grounding was essential.
After a few moments Kyra sat up, blowing dirt from her hands. The Goddess has truly blessed you, Rose, she said. The way you summon Her power, tis like a circle with the elders, who have so much more experience.
The power runs in my blood, I said, neither bragging nor awed by it. I had come to accept that my destiny was intertwined with the Goddess, even if my own ma wasnt nearly so sure.
It seemed like hours had passed drawing down the moon, but the sun was still high in the clear sky. Carefully I hid away my tools, and we returned to the road to Kirkloch.
When we reached the gathering of cottages at the edge of Kirkloch, Kyra resolved to go directly to the market, but I would not have it.
We must stop at the blacksmith first, I insisted. I have grave need of sharp objects for tonights spell of protection.
Her cheeks turned pink. Aye, and whose father happens to be the blacksmith of Kirkloch?
It was none other than Falkner, I knew. Im here to help you get beyond your fears, I teased her. Where would you be without me, Kyra? Hiding in your cottage, under your mas skirts?
I would not, she insisted, but she came close and kissed my cheek lightly. But youre a good friend, Rose MacEwan. A good friend indeed.
I smiled, sure that our destinies were to be filled with love and happiness. It was such a good feeling after the heaviness that had fallen upon me of late, the pressing danger of persecution from the Christians, the unfair hatred from every rival clan. I took Kyras hand and skipped ahead merrily.
Ill drop my basket! she protested, laughing.
Well, then, hold on tight, I said as I pulled her along. Outside the blacksmiths shop, I let her compose herself before we ducked around the post and faced the blaring heat of the fires under the overhang. There was the usual wild flurry of activity as the black-smiths clanged and banged horseshoes and the like, sparks flying and fires hissing. It brought to mind the many times I had accompanied Kyra here and, indeed, to other places in pursuit of her beloved Falkner, who now stood off to the side, prodding the fire with a long poker. How many times had I encouraged her to speak to him, to smile at him, to call his name? All to no avail. He usually gave her a frightened look, then skulked away.
But today would be different.
By the power of the Goddess, my Kyra would have her boys love.
Touch the moonstone, I whispered to Kyra.
Reflexively she pressed a finger to her neck, where shed strung the stone onto a piece of twine. Her eyes flashed to Falkner, who looked up from the fire.
And dropped his poker.
It was as if hed never seen Kyra before. His heat-ruddy face went pale as he ignored the poker and crossed over to the railing where we stood. Kyra lowered her eyes, but her huge smile revealed her interest as she greeted him and offered a biscuit. Falkner accepted gratefully but didnt take his eyes off her as he lifted the morsel to his mouth and took a bite.
I clapped a hand to my cheek, thrilled that the charm was working.
Blessed be. All thanks to your power, sweet Goddess.
Falkner and Kyra were still gazing at each other when Falkners father, a witch in our coven, finished with a customer and bade us good day. And whos been baking here? he asked. I knew John Radburn from many a circle. He was a jovial man, far more spirited than his son.
I baked with my ma, Kyra said, lifting the cloth to offer him a biscuit.
He took one and set it aside on a tin plate. Thatll go nicely with my beer at midday, thank you. And what can I help you with, lassies?
We came to trade the biscuits at the market, I said. But while Im here, do you mind me poking about to find leftover sharp objects? Ma needs them to. to scare off the crows from her garden, I lied. Blacksmith Radburn probably knew of the spell of protection to be cast at the mill, but it wouldnt do to have strangers overhear talk of our magick.
Help yourself. The blacksmith moved the toe of his boot through the dirt to reveal a few jagged pieces of metal. He picked them up and set them on the rail before me. But mind you dont touch anything thats still heated.
Ill take care, sir, I said, slipping the sharp items into a thick pouch.
The blacksmith turned back to his work, and I set to searching the ground for sharps. Falkner helped me a bit as he chatted with Kyra; then he, too, returned to tend the fires. When I had a pouch full of splintered nails and shards and arrowheads, Kyra and I thanked the blacksmith and headed away.
Falkner gave an excited nod of farewell, as if Kyra had just brought him a priceless gift.
She squeezed my arm as we made our way toward the market. Did you see? Your spell worked. The charm is drawing his love!
Of course it worked, I said. You cannot doubt the Goddess.
No, but I have doubted how strongly one could be connected to Her. Until now. You have summoned Her power to bring me love! Oh, Rose, tis the most wondrous thing!
Aye. I thought of my mystery boy. I still didnt even know his name.
And Ill see Falkner tonight at Esbat circle. And at every circle. And from now on, when he looks at me, hell truly see me instead of staring right through me. What could be better?
Which reminds me of my appointed meeting this afternoon. Lets make haste at the market so we can return quickly.
Kyra nodded. Ill sell the biscuits to a vendor, and well head home. As she negotiated with merchants at the market, I wandered past carts of brightly colored ribbons, mutton pies, fresh fruits and vegetables. A small black pig squealed as children chased it through the maze of carts. It squeezed past a stout womans skirts and darted toward the churchyard.
I turned back to the vegetable cart, my fingers pinching a potato. Was it worth the price to thicken our Esbat stew? I could sense that the vendor was a blood witch. Glancing up, I saw that he was eyeing me suspiciously.
An odd thing, the potato, came a familiar voice. When digging in the dirt, one has to wonder, is it something to eat or a stone to be cast away?
My heart sang as I swung around to sparkling blue eyes. It was my boy!
Aye, sir, I would not eat a stone, but these would do well in a stew, I said, holding two potatoes out to him.
Hmmm. Or for a jesters tricks. He took the two potatoes and began to toss them, juggling them aptly.
Whats that, now! the vendor growled. Ill not have you ruining my wares, boy! The man, sporting a dense brown beard and red nose, came around his cart, stamping a foot at my love.
Easy, kind sir. My boy stopped his juggling and held out the potatoes. Ive not damaged them in the least.
The vendor looked angrily from him to me, his eyes narrowing as he took in my petite stature and dark coloring. And you were touching them. He leaned close to growl softly at me, Youre a Wodebayne, are you not?
I am, I answered truthfully, astonished as I was that he would dare speak openly of clans and covens in public. I turned to my boy, wondering if he had heard. Did he know that I was a Wodebayne, one of the so-called evil ones? If he had heard, he did not seem daunted by the fact. He studied the vendor with a mixture of distaste and curiosity.