constant plots by the followers of the Unseelie code to overthrow King Ivo.â
âAnd, of course, the stories she told you all had a basis in truth.â
Jethro looked again at the solitary figure by the window. Bertha turned another card and hummed her melancholy lullaby. âWhich is why I need to speak to her. Do you remember my favorite bedtime story when I was young?â
Gillespie frowned in an effort of recollection. âSomething about a lost prince?â
âIt was the tale about the great massacre. The night on which Moncoya led his followers into King Ivoâs palace and slaughtered the king, his family and all his followers. It brought about the end of the Seelie Court and the beginning of centuries of domination over the faerie race by the Unseelie Court.â Vashtiâs long eyelashes fluttered down, hiding the expression in her eyes from his view. âBut a babyâone of King Ivoâs great nephewsâwas smuggled out of the palace by his nurse and taken to a place of safety. I always thought my mother made that story up, but now I know it really happened.â
âAnd why does it matter so much?â
âI have been given the task of finding that last remaining member of King Ivoâs family. Donât you see what it means? Itâs not just about challenging Moncoya. This is a chance to restore the Seelie Court to its former glory.â
Gillespie frowned. âWhat makes you think your mother can tell you any more now than she did then?â
Jethro drew a deep breath. âBecause, from some of the things she said, I think Bertha knew where the child was taken.â
* * *
âShe is too fragile.â Gillespieâs face was anguished.
âI swear I wonât hurt her.â If she hadnât heard it for herself, Vashti never would have believed Jethroâs voice could be capable of such gentleness.
âI thought you didnât use the dark arts of the ancient necromancers.â Gillespie pointed to the box. âIf that is so, why do you need that?â
âI need to try to restore her memory for a brief period of time. We both know she wonât respond if I simply speak to her as Iâm talking to you now. That is because her mind was already damaged when she died, the decline had begun before she crossed over.â Jethro shot Gillespie a look from under lowered brows. âAnd, if youâll let me, I can get her to release her grip on this house and send her to Otherworld where much of her consciousness will be restored.â
âI promised her I would never make her leave here.â
âSome promises are made to be broken.â The softer note was back.
âI will permit you to question her, as long as you stop immediately if she becomes distressed.â
Jethro nodded.
Vashti noticed Gillespie made no further reference to Jethroâs offer to remove Bertha from this house and Jethro didnât try to force the issue. It seemed to be a well-worn subject between the two men.
âThat goes without saying.â Jethro undid the brass clips on the case and opened it. The interior was divided into compartments lined with worn, red velvet. Unable to contain her curiosity, Vashti rose from her seat and came to stand closer. Some of the compartments contained bones, others small jars with symbols etched on yellowing labels. One contained a large book, another a folded cloth and in the center there was a large, black candle. Aware of her scrutiny, Jethro turned his head. âMany people believe necromancy is simply another form of witchcraft.â He lifted the cloth from his case as he spoke and spread it over the piano top. It was a delicate, shimmering silk, embroidered all over with celestial symbols. âIt is easy to dismiss that which we donât understand as evil, and necromancers have been viewed throughout the centuries as masters of the dark arts. But we are not witches. Our gifts are
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