by L. J. Smith
The paramedics arrived, and Cassie had to look away while they performed CPR on Constance’s unresponsive body. The group embraced Melanie while Adam hugged Cassie close. She buried her head in his shoulder.
It was impossible to know how much time passed while the paramedics worked on Constance. Cassie kept thinking it had to be a joke. Ha ha, got you, Cassie imagined Constance saying from her spot on the ground. Constance was always trying to remind them of the fragility of life and the delicate balance of all things. Maybe this was just one more lesson. But then the paramedics stopped their pushing and pulling and pumping and gasping. There were no more mouthfuls of air to be given or received, and there was no more hope. The paramedic in charge stood up and brought their efforts to the ultimate conclusion. He declared Aunt Constance dead. Expired was the word he used, which struck Cassie as unbelievably harsh.
“Probably a brain aneurysm,” he told his deputy, and then he expressed his condolences to Melanie. “We did everything we could, miss,” he said.
Cassie had never seen Melanie lose it the way she did at that moment. She’d always kept herself together in the face of any hardship—especially in public. But this was just too much. She fell to her knees and wailed. So much for new beginnings, Cassie thought.
Chapter 7
“Everyone around us dies,” Cassie said. “No matter what.”
The scene kept playing over and over in her mind—the sound of Melanie screaming and the sight of Constance on the ground. She couldn’t stop shaking. Even with all the lanterns and flickering candles surrounding her, she felt cold in the lighthouse.
Laurel wanted to perform a strength-giving ceremony to help Melanie through the next few days. They’d gathered the necessary herbs and crystals, but once they were about to begin, the group found they were hardly capable of doing anything in an organized fashion. Everyone was lost in their own fog, traumatized.
Adam draped a blanket over Cassie’s shoulders, but that, too, felt chilly and damp on her body. She couldn’t stop shivering.
“She needs something to help her calm down,” Adam said, and Diana quickly rummaged through the top drawer of the large pewter dresser they’d stocked with herbs and medicinal roots.
She retrieved a tiny glass bottle and eyedropper. “This is a valerian-root tincture,” she said, holding the dropper up to Cassie’s mouth. “It’ll help ease your nerves. We should all take some.”
Faye yanked Cassie away before the drops reached her tongue. “Don’t try to sedate her from the truth, Diana.” She slid her arm around Cassie’s waist. “What Cassie said is correct. Everyone around us does die. And she’s right to be losing her mind a little over it.” Faye passed her eyes over each member of the group until settling on Diana. “But I wonder if that has to be the case anymore.”
Diana placed the tincture down on the table. “What are you saying?”
“I think you know.” Faye moved to the center of the room. “We have the Master Tools now. The most powerful tools a witch could have. We might be able to bring Constance back.”
Diana was silent, but Laurel shot up from her seat. “Faye’s right. Constance was teaching us so much about our powers, and that was just the beginning of our training. We need her.”
Deborah nodded. “A witch as powerful as she was should be easy to bring back.”
Diana’s already pale face seemed to whiten further. “I don’t know,” she said. “I want to save Constance, but unleashing that kind of dark magic could be dangerous. We don’t know what the repercussions will be.”
“Have you all gone completely crazy?” Cassie asked. “You actually believe we can raise the dead?”
“Actually,” Adam said, “it’s not that farfetched. I know this is still all new to you, Cassie, but necromancy has been used since the third century.”
“There’s an actual term for it?” Cassie could hardly believe it.
“It derives from the Greek,” Laurel said. “From nekos, meaning dead, and manteia, which means divination.”
Cassie looked to Diana for confirmation, and she nodded. “But for the Greeks, necromancy signified the descent into Hades,” Diana said. “It was used as a way to consult the dead. It wasn’t intended to actually raise the dead back into the mortal sphere.”
“But,” Adam interjected, “we know for a fact that it was used that way by our own ancestors. In fact, Diana, don’t you—”
Diana’s green eyes flared to shut Adam up. But Faye, always vigilant, picked up on it. “Diana, don’t you what?”
Diana rested both her slender hands on the Pembroke table in front of her. To keep from falling over, Cassie imagined. Then she spoke warily. “There’s a resuscitation spell in my Book of Shadows,” she said. “Adam and I discovered it a few years ago.”
Faye released a moan of pure satisfaction. “I knew it.”
“Let’s do it,” Deborah said. “We have the power, and we have the spell.”
Suzan agreed. “We have to at least try.”
Adam was quiet, but Cassie perceived a quivering excitement beneath his noncommittal expression. He wanted this—to test the limits of his power. It was the side of Adam that Cassie often forgot was there. Behind his relentlessly responsible facade, he was an adventurer at heart.
Diana, still looking weary, said, “I suppose it is worth a try. As long as we’re extremely careful. But we should put it to a vote.”
Laurel joined Faye at the center of the room. “I’ll do the honors in Melanie’s absence,” she said. “All those in favor of saving Constance, raise your hand.”
Everyone’s hand went up except Cassie’s. Laurel looked at her, surprised the vote wasn’t unanimous.
“I want to,” Cassie said. “Of course I want to. I’m just . . . scared.”
“We can’t do this spell without a full Circle,” Diana said. “It’s all or nothing.”
Laurel’s voice took on a pleading tone. “This is Melanie’s family we’re talking about. Her only family.”
But Diana was firm. “We can’t force Cassie to perform a spell of this magnitude against her will.”
Cassie felt the room’s attention rotate to her. “I’ll do it,” she called out before anyone else could say anything. “Nobody’s forcing me. Constance was family to all of us, and I want to do it.”
Faye clapped her hands together and immediately began giving orders. “We have to work fast,” she said. “And we need the Tools. I’ll go get the garter.”
She pointed to Cassie and Diana. “You two go dig up the bracelet and diadem from wherever you hid them. And Diana, don’t forget your Book of Shadows. The rest of you, go get Melanie.” She paused. “And the body.”
“The body?” Sean asked, aghast. “You mean we have to bring it here?”
Faye gave him a shove. “Where else do you suggest we revive it? Now go!”
Cassie went to where Diana was seated at the table while the others sprang into action.
“The diadem’s hidden in my room,” Diana said solemnly. “Should we go together?”
Cassie nodded. “So it seems Faye’s getting her way after all. She wanted to use the Tools, and now we are.”
Diana reached for her bag. “You can still back out if you’re not comfortable with this.”
“Are you comfortable with it?” Cassie asked.
“I want Constance to be alive,” Diana said. “And once we’re done with the spell, we’ll put each relic right back in its hiding place.”
“But you said there could be repercussions.”
Diana remained still for a moment and then spoke with care. “All magic has repercussions, Cassie. Power always comes with consequences.”
Then she turned away as if the statement was nothing and fished through her bag for her keys. “Let’s go get the Tools. I’ll drive.”
Chapter 8
The kitchen was shadowy and quiet when Cassie stepped inside. Her mother wasn’t home, and she was glad. She didn’t want to have to explain why she was
hauling bricks out of the fireplace. Just up the block, Diana was retrieving the tiara and whatever other materials they’d need to complete the resuscitation spell. And a little farther down Crowhaven Road, the rest of the group was somehow going to convince Melanie to allow them to bring her great-aunt’s body to the lighthouse. Before this year, Cassie had never even seen a real dead body, and now she was going to put her hands over one and try to bring it back to life.
The fireplace wasn’t such a creative hiding spot for the bracelet, Cassie knew, but it had worked successfully for so many years, why try to think up someplace different? Deep inside its gaping stone mouth, she found the silver document box just as she’d left it. And when she removed its ancient lid, the bracelet glistened inside, as if it were celebrating the sudden, surprising light.
Cassie allowed herself to admire the bracelet’s beauty for only a second. She ran her fingers over the intricate design on its rich silver surface and felt its weight in her hands. But then Diana called to her from outside.
“Be right there!” she yelled, and ran upstairs to quickly change into her ceremonial white shift.
Once she was dressed and ready, she found Diana waiting for her on the front porch swing with a large cotton sack at her side. She’d also changed into her ceremonial shift, but there was a composure to Diana’s appearance that Cassie could only aspire to. Even under all this stress, Diana remained in control.
Cassie reached for her hand, hoping some of the strength would rub off Diana’s skin onto hers. And somehow it did. A few moments of holding Diana close calmed her.
“We’re doing the right thing,” Diana said. “We need Constance.”
Cassie remembered what a refuge Constance had been since she lost her grandmother. And all the afternoons she’d spent in her parlor, learning new spells and studying ancient rituals. Constance was the only connection to the old ways the Circle had.
“I know we are,” Cassie said in her most courageous voice. “I’m ready to go.”
“Okay, everyone, let’s get started.” Diana emptied the cotton sack onto the table when they arrived at the lighthouse and immediately began reading directions from her Book of Shadows.
It didn’t surprise Cassie how everyone automatically turned to Diana in moments like this—moments when it really mattered. She would always be the most natural leader among them, no matter what.
“The body should be entirely covered in white cloth of two layers,” Diana read aloud to Adam. “With head and face veiled in tulle.” She gestured to a pile of fine white netting on the table.
Adam nodded. “I’ll take care of it,” he said.
Nick, Chris, and Doug pushed all the furniture to the room’s perimeter. Melanie kneeled in the center beside the covered body. Cassie helped Deborah drape the windows with purple linens.
Diana approached Faye carrying two golden censers. “We have to fumigate the chamber with sage and frankincense,” she said.
Faye had changed into her ceremonial black shift, and she was already wearing the green leather garter with its seven silver buckles. She accepted the censers from Diana and then called Sean over to tend to the chore. “Where’s the diadem?” she asked.
Diana nodded over to Melanie, sitting solemnly with the diadem on her head. “She’s the one who gets to wear the Tools tonight,” Diana said. “She’s doing the conjuring. The rest of us are her support.”
Even Faye couldn’t disagree that Melanie should be the one leading this spell, but she still tore the garter from her leg with fury before walking it over to Melanie. Cassie followed close behind her, removing the bracelet from her wrist on her way.
In a few minutes, the room had been properly prepared, and Diana called for the ritual to begin.
“Faye and Cassie, will you do the honors of casting the circle according to my instructions? Forgive me if I go slowly—this text is really hard to read—but I’ll do my best. Is everyone ready?”
Cassie looked around the dimly lit room. She wasn’t the only one who seemed nervous, but nobody was about to back out now. Melanie appeared to be in a cloudy-eyed daze, but she looked more beautiful wearing the Master Tools than Cassie had ever seen her.
Diana cleared her throat and began reading aloud. “A magic circle is to be formed upon the ground with an ink of soot and port wine. A second circle is formed half a foot within the first.”
Together Cassie and Faye formed the circles around Melanie and Constance, using the chalice of ink Diana had prepared.
“And within there,” Diana continued, “cast a triangle, the center of which will serve as the resting place of the deceased and primary conjurer.”
Cassie and Faye formed the triangle within the circles, outlining Melanie and Constance.
“Everyone get inside,” Diana said. “And then I’ll close the outer circle with the four layers of protection.”
Quickly the group arranged itself, kneeling upon the outer circle’s perimeter as Diana called on the elements.
“Powers of Air, protect us,” Diana called out. “Powers of Fire, protect us.”
Cassie closed her eyes and listened.
“Powers of Water, protect us.” Diana enunciated each syllable with precision. “And finally,” she said, “I call on the powers of Earth to protect us.”
Diana then joined the circle beside Cassie and continued reading from her Book of Shadows. “To commence, the conjurer must light a black candle and cast it over the body seven times thereon, calling the name of the spirit to be raised.”
All eyes turned to Melanie now. Cassie wondered if she had the strength to do it. But the Tools glistened, and Melanie’s posture straightened as she lit the candle and passed it over the white sheet, calling out, “Great-Aunt Constance, Constance Burke, hear us.”
Diana continued, “Then from a golden chalice of dried amaranth flowers, sprinkle the body and its surrounding area.”
While Melanie did the sprinkling, Diana said, “Melanie, repeat after me: Thou who art mourned, see now the nature of this mourning.”
And Melanie repeated, “Thou who art mourned, see now the nature of this mourning.”
Cassie felt her eyes fill with tears as Diana chanted:
This is the spell that we intone
Flesh to flesh and bone to bone
Sinew to sinew and vein to vein
Constance shall be whole again
They all concentrated hard, harnessing their powers together as one. Cassie could sense an energy rising up from the center triangle, webbing out to each member of the group, linking them all together in a maze of light.
Diana read aloud, “After a moment of silence and concentration, uncover the face of the deceased. Then call to the spirit again, affectionately. Say ‘Welcome.’”
With quivering hands, Melanie gently unveiled Constance’s face. “Great-Aunt Constance,” she said. “Welcome.”
“The body will stir,” Diana read. “The eyes will open, and then the desired awakening.”
The room crackled with energy. Cassie could feel it zipping and twisting around her in spirals, but she wasn’t afraid of it anymore. The air around them warmed, and Cassie could see the life flickering back into Constance’s face slowly, like the rising sun.
Then a shape began to form. Cassie noticed it faintly at first in the glow on Constance’s forehead, but then it grew bigger and brighter until it stood out like an iridescent bruise. It was most definitely a symbol, a primal-looking mark resembling two crooked U-shapes within a hexagon. Then everything went dark. The light that had come to Constance’s face, the symbol, the candles illuminating the room—all of it disappeared, as if a heavy blanket were dropped from the ceiling, snuffing the room to death.
Diana lit her lantern and held it up to Melanie’s grief-stricken face. Her great-aunt Constance was still dead. And now she had to experience her death all over again.
“The spell didn’t work,” Laurel said.
“But it was working.” Diana’s eyes franticl
y searched the group. “Didn’t you all feel it?”
“Yes, of course,” Adam said. “I don’t understand what went wrong.”
Faye was silent but looked just as confused as the others.
Adam spoke out again. “Is there anything more to the spell, Diana? Does it say anything else in your book?”
Diana squinted at the bottom of the page she’d been reading, then turned to the next page, and then turned it back again.
“It’s nearly illegible,” she said. “But there’s a scrawled line here at the bottom edge.” She held her lantern close to the book’s tiny wording.
“It says, ‘Should nothing result, and this witch hath been true . . .’ and then it stops. Whatever it said next got smudged out.”
“Smudged out?” Faye grabbed the book from Diana’s hands to have a look for herself. “How could something so important be smudged out?”
“It’s a three-hundred-year-old book,” Adam said in Diana’s defense. “It’s not that hard to believe.”
Cassie wondered if she was the only one who saw the symbol appear on Constance’s forehead. Or had she imagined it? Over the echoes of Melanie’s sobs, she knew it wasn’t the right time to ask. Constance was lost to them forever.
It was late by the time Cassie got back home, but her mother was awake, lying on the sofa in her nightgown. She sat upright as soon as Cassie stepped in from outside. “Are you all right?” she asked.
“Yes,” Cassie assured her, closing and locking the door behind her.
“How’s Melanie?”
“She’s been better.” Cassie pulled her jacket tightly closed, not wanting her mother to see she was wearing the white shift.
“And Constance?”
Cassie hesitated. She realized her mother was eyeing the Master bracelet on Cassie’s left wrist. “You know then,” Cassie said. “About the resuscitation spell.”
Her mom nodded and gestured for Cassie to join her on the sofa. “I just figured,” she said. “Did it work?”
