Part 12 (1/2)
She could find in Mary's books nothing of use about changelingsa”only myth and folklore, stories that rang of falseness and ignorance. What Lucy needed was to learn how to banish a changeling and how to retrieve the stolen child. If there was little to be discovered about changelings, however, there was much written on other sorts of beings. In Lucy's new library she read of the dark things that stalked the world, the spirits of Agrippa's Fourth Book or the demons of the Lemegeton. Lucy had learned nothing of spirit summoning, and Mary had warned to stay away from such magic, but books teaching the methods of such summoning were among the books Mary had left her, and now those warnings fell flat. Mary had abandoned her, possibly betrayed her. Martha and Emily were in trouble, in terrible danger, and only Lucy knew that this was so. It fell upon her shoulders to do something.
With no one to guide her, with no hints to help her follow the right course, Lucy had no choice but to find her own way. She spent the day closeted away with her books, looking for what she ought not to look, and found what appeared to her promising. It was in a volume that Mary had given her, marking off certain sections as the only ones worthy of her attention, but there were other sections as well, including one dedicated to the Enochian magic closely a.s.sociated with John Dee and Edward Kelley. This author had gone back to the source text, the Heptameron, and proposed a simplified method of calling down spirits, demons, and angels.
It felt dangerous to Lucy, but it also felt real, like something she could do, and yet the creatures in the book terrified hera”foul, twisted, distorted things, drawn in broad, renaissance strokes, like the monsters who inhabit the lost islands of unknown seas. Attempting habitually to master beings of this sort would be foolish, but surely she could do so once. She needed only to call a creature of knowledge, command it to tell her how to banish a changeling and restore her niece, and then she would send it off. She would do it quickly and cleanly, and the danger would pa.s.s so swiftly it could hardly be accounted danger at all.
The book explained that the creature would attempt to deceive her, to punish her for the insult of summoning it to her realm. It would attempt to trick Lucy into setting it free, and it would then destroy her in one of a thousand painful ways that would appear to the outside world a natural death. Lucy was certain she was too clever for that, too focused. Men summoned these beings out of ambition and power, and these desires were their undoing. A woman who summoned a spirit for benevolent purposes would be more cautious.
Lucy would have thought she must roll up her rug and fas.h.i.+on a magic circle in chalk upon the floorboards, but that turned out not to be the case. The book said that it was best to limit the size of the manifestation of an otherworldly being, and that circles were best drawn on pieces of paper in inka”the smaller the better, but never so small as to compromise accuracy. Errors in the circle would allow the summoned creature to break free, and that was always fatal.
When she began the work, Lucy felt much as she did when copying out a talisman, not that she was drawing something, but more that she was rea.s.sembling an object that had been taken apart. The lines and circles and runes seemed to fit together like boards perfectly cut by a carpenter's skilled hand. Or they did not feel that way, and so she twice destroyed her work because the circle simply felt badly constructed even if she could not find the error. When she was at last finished, she knew what she had done was perfect. She examined it over and over again in the rushlight, for it was now late at night, but her eyes only told her what she already knewa”that her work could not be improved upon.
Lucy had put a great deal of effort into choosing a creature that might be most easily summoned and best controlled, and settled upon an angel whose name she could not p.r.o.nounce (it was written out in Enochian runes, which looked like a strange combination of Hebrew and Latin letters), and whose particular virtues were said to be power, knowledge, and vengeance. Lucy wanted only one of those, and hoped the other two would not get in her way.
The summoning was simple. She would need to quiet herself, banish the world from her thoughts, and recite the simple sentence written in the Enochian tongue (helpfully transliterated by the author), while drawing forth a drop of her own blood. Very direct, very easy. With the circle written on so small a piece of paper, it made the whole affair curiously portable. She could bring her angel of destruction with her wherever she went, Lucy thought with the kind of crazed humor of the exhausted. It would make a pretty diversion at a ball.
Suppressing her giggles, bringing herself into the right frame of mind, Lucya”having memorized the incantationa”stood before the circle, a knife ready to draw across her finger. And that was when everything went mad.
The door to her room burst open, and a dark form was on her at once, knocking her down and ripping the knife out of her hand. Lucy fell backwards, snapping her head forward in time to avoid knocking it upon the floor. Instead, she slammed her forehead into that of her a.s.sailant. Lucy grunted in pain and surprise, but the person on top of her made no sound.
She was held down by a large figure, round and soft, and who smelled strangely pleasant, like a warm wool blanket on a cold winter day.
”Are you hurt, Miss Lucy? Tell me you are not hurt.”
Lucy scrambled out from under the bulky form. ”Mrs. Emmett?”
Hurrying to close the door, Lucy turned to see the plump woman getting to her feet, straightening out her bonnet, which she wore in her customary low fas.h.i.+on so it pressed her hair flat against her forehead.
”Lord, how I had to run to make my way here in time! Did not Miss Mary teach you any better than to fool with such things as summoning? One mistake in that circle of yours, and it would seek out the most arrogant living thing in the room, for these creatures hate arrogance above all weaknesses, and they can smell it the way a dog smells a rabbit. You may be certain that if you are alone, the most arrogant person in the room is you.”
”What are you doing here?” Lucy demanded, attempting to keep her voice low. ”How did you get in here? How did you know I was summoning a spirit? And where is Miss Crawford?”
”So many questions,” said Mrs. Emmett with a good-natured laugh.
Checking the clock upon one of the side tables, Lucy saw it was near three in the morning. The house, however, remained silent. Mrs. Emmett's arrival apparently had awoken no one.
”Then let us take one question at a time,” said Lucy. ”Where is Miss Crawford?”
”Oh, I am certain I don't know that. It's got nothing to do with me.”
”Nothing to do with you?” asked Lucy. ”Is she not your mistress?”
”You are my mistress now.”
”What can you mean? I cannot pay you.”
Mrs. Emmett smiled. ”I need no money.”
”But what will Uncle Lowell say?”
”He'll say nothing,” said Mrs. Emmett. ”I'll not stay here. You don't need me, Miss Lucy. Not yet. When you do, I'll come to you. It is no hard thing.”
Lucy shook her head at the nonsense. She was too tired to understand. ”When did you last see Miss Crawford?”
”To that, I cannot say. My memory isn't good for such things.”
Lucy circled around Mrs. Emmett. If this examination disturbed the good woman, she did not show it. She only turned her neck like an eager puppy to follow Lucy's movements. ”How did you know I meant to summon a creature?” Lucy asked.
”How could I not know it?” Mrs. Emmett asked.
Lucy let out a long sigh. ”Take no insult, Mrs. Emmett, but what are you?”
”I am Mrs. Emmett,” she said with much cheer.
”And you now serve me?”
”Yes, Miss Lucy.”
”You serve me and not Miss Crawford?”
”Yes, Miss Lucy.”
It did not yet make sense, but Lucy suspected she was moving closer to some kind of clarity. ”When we first met, you knew you were to serve me? Is that why you embraced me?”
”Oh, yes, Miss Lucy. I know everything that will happen to me. I even know when I shall be no more.”
”You know when you are going to die?” Lucy asked.
”I know everything that is going to happen to me.”
”Then can you not alter things to make your life easier?”
”It is not my life, it is yours.”
This exchange was making Lucy uncomfortable. ”What shall I do with you?”
”You need not worry for that. I have saved you from being destroyed this night, as you must have beena”for there is an error in your circle. Your talent is great, but it is not flawless. You have come far by trusting your instincts, and you have come to see that your instincts do not lie, but it does not follow that you know all.”
”Miss Crawford warned me not to summon, but I cannot know that she is my frienda”that she ever was. My niece is gonea”replaced with something vilea”and as much as I wish I did not think so, I fear Miss Crawford had a hand in this.”
Mrs. Emmett took her hand. ”You must not doubt that she is your friend. You have none better. You cannot know what she has done and what she is yet prepared to do. She does not wish you to know, but you may depend upon her friends.h.i.+p.”
”And what of my niece? What of Emily?” Lucy demanded. ”She has been replaced by a changeling. What do you know of it?”
Mrs. Emmett shook her head. ”I know nothing of how it was done or who did it.”
”Do you know anything of changelings, of how I may banish it and retrieve my niece?”
”Only what is commonly known,” said Mrs. Emmett.
”Nothing is commonly known,” snapped Lucy. ”Tell me what you can.”