by Noah
Caitlin smiled wider.
"Maybe," she responded.
"That's the tower!" Caleb yelled out. "That's where King Arthur and his knights met.” He then pointed in another direction.
"And there is Saint George’s Chapel. Where rulers met for hundreds of years.” They flew over the castle's grounds, circling again and again, taking it all in. Caitlin was more impressed every time they flew over it. She felt something stir within her, and knew, just knew, that whatever clue was next, it was below. She felt encouraged again, as she knew she was in exactly the right place for the mission.
"Where should we land?" Sam yelled out.
Caitlin had been wondering the same thing herself. The castle grounds were so immense, the clue, whatever was, could be anywhere. More importantly, she noticed royal guards and soldiers standing watch in every direction, and knew that if they just landed smack down in the middle of the place, it might set off a confrontation.
"Let's land outside the castle, and approach the main entrance formally.” They all seemed to like the idea, and they all dove down and landed out of sight, behind a group of trees.
Caitlin set Scarlet down and Caleb set Ruth down, and Scarlet immediately grabbed Caitlin’s hand, bouncing with joy, as the group of them walked towards the main gate.
"Can we do that again!?" Scarlet asked. "I want to keep flying!"
"Soon," Caitlin smiled. "We need to see the Princess first."
"Will she be wearing a crown?" she asked. "Can I wear it, too?"
Caitlin smiled. "We'll see," she said.
The five of them, Ruth in tow, approached the main entrance. Caitlin looked up at the towering stone wall, and it was much more imposing from down here. Before them stood several guards, standing at attention, blocking the door.
Caitlin realized they must have seemed like a strange collection of people—her, Caleb, her brother, Polly, Scarlet, and Ruth. She worried for a second what the guard’s reaction might be. She assumed it was not every day that a group of visitors appeared out of nowhere, and approached the royal palace.
"The castle is closed for visitors," a guard snapped firmly, looking straight ahead, blocking their way.
They stopped, and Caitlin stood there, contemplating her options. She was afraid something like this might happen. She wondered if they should have approached a different way.
"But I have business here," Caitlin said.
"What business?" the guard snapped back.
"I'm on a mission. A very important mission. And it leads me to this place," Caitlin said, not wanting to divulge too much.
"I'm sorry," the guard said. "No admittance without an invitation.” Caitlin began to feel anger burning inside her, but she breathed deep, finally able to keep her emotions in check.
But her brother, Sam, was clearly not as restrained; he stepped up and got in the guard's face.
"My sister said she wants to come in here," Sam said. "We’re going in.” Sam reached out, and with a single hand, shoved the guard.
Caitlin was amazed. By barely touching the guard, Sam sent him flying several feet, stumbling off his feet, bumping into another guard, and knocking them over.
The dozen or so other guards immediately extracted their swords, and began to approach.
Caitlin was annoyed. Sam should have been more cool-headed, held his emotions in check, and let her handle it. Now they had a fight on their hands. It was the last thing she’d wanted.
Worse, Scarlet started crying, and Ruth started growling. Caitlin could feel herself tense up, and could feel the situation quickly growing out of control.
Just as the guards were getting close, just as Caitlin was debating how best to take them out without hurting them, suddenly, thankfully, the large oak door opened.
Out came strutting a single woman, dressed in the most beautiful clothing, and with the most beautiful jewelry, Caitlin had ever seen. She walked right up to them, blocking the guards’ way, acting as interference between the two hostile parties, and momentarily setting the tension at ease.
She walked right up to Caitlin, stopped before her, and stared.
Caitlin could not believe it. Standing before her was a woman she loved, a woman who had once been a close friend.
It was Lily.
Lily stared back, expressionless, looking as regal as ever, and for a moment, Caitlin wondered if she remembered her.
A tense silence hung in the air, as Lily stared, everyone waiting on her command.
Finally, she broke into a smile.
"Caitlin," she said, smiling wide. "I told you we’d meet again."
CHAPTER TEN
Caitlin felt as if she were in a dream as she walked, with the others, through the sprawling courtyard of Windsor Castle. She was so happy to see Lily again, and amazed to see that a human, too, could live multiple lives. It was uncanny to see her here, and as a royal, once again.
On the one hand, everything was so different here—the time, the people, the architecture of this castle—but in other ways, nothing had changed at all. Here was Lily, still royal, still beautiful, still regal—still her old self, just living in a different place and time. It made Caitlin wonder if all of us were destined to live a similar life, over and over again, just changing our place and time, our fashions and names. Was everything in every place and time connected? Was the distance between places, the time gap between centuries, really just an illusion?
It made Caitlin feel connected to everyone and everything. And, of course, to Lily. Along with Polly, she had felt as if Lily were her closest friend, and seeing her again, here, felt like having a sister back.
Lily hadn't changed at all. She was still tall and proud and regal, with dark skin, flowing black hair, and glowing green eyes. Except now, she was dressed in a whole new fashion, and a whole new set of fineries. She still wore an incredible amount of fabric, flowing down to her feet, and she was still draped in the most lavish jewelry, from her dangling earrings, to her diamond necklace, to her emerald rings. Yet she had a different aura about her. More British this time than French.
As they walked, Caitlin could not help noticing that the grounds of Windsor were spectacular.
Caitlin marveled at the size and breadth of all the buildings, spread out in a long rectangle, with the courtyard in the middle. Up in the distance, high up on a hill, was a round tower, looking down over everything.
"Windsor Castle has been home to English royalty for centuries," Lily said. They followed on her heels, rapt with attention. "That very spot was where King Arthur and his Knights met, before this castle was even built. This location was chosen for that reason. It is believed to be a very sacred place. In fact, high up on the hill, where you see that round tower, is the very place where the round table was placed.”
Scarlet suddenly walked up and tugged on Lily’s sleeve.
"Are you a real princess?" she asked.
Lily looked down and smiled, as she stroked Scarlet's hair. "No, my love," she said. "But I bet you are.”
Scarlet’s eyes opened wide, and she giggled, as she looked embarrassed.
"No I'm not," she said.
Caitlin looked down at Scarlet with all the seriousness she could muster, and said, "Yes you are, Scarlet. Don't ever forget that.”
Scarlet stared back at her, wide-eyed, and slowly, Caitlin saw her fill with pride. Caitlin took her hand, and held it as they walked.
"My mission has led us here," Caitlin said to Lily, as they walked, continuing across the courtyard. "I am still searching for my father.” Caitlin turned and looked at Sam. " We are still searching for our father," she corrected, wanting to include him. "And for the mythical shield.”
"I know," Lily responded. "I've been expecting you for some time now. Vampires are usually the keepers of the relics. But in this case, I was chosen.” Lily stopped, and looked at Caitlin with all seriousness. "I know exactly what it is you're looking for.” Caitlin stared back, and felt her heart beating faster. She suddenly wondered if her father could be
in this place? It certainly looked grand enough to hold him.
"This way," Lily said, and suddenly turned, entering a magnificent building.
They followed her as she marched down corridor after corridor. She led them up a winding, stone staircase, down a grand hallway, up a twisting, medieval stairwell, and down another corridor.
Caitlin marveled at their surroundings. They walked on the finest of rugs, and everywhere were massive crystal chandeliers.
They finally arrived at the grandest staircase Caitlin had ever seen. Unusual banisters framed either side, and as they walked down the steps, they faced an enormous marble statue, with suits of armor around it. The statue soared above them, dozens of feet high, and as they descended the red-carpeted, marble steps, Caitlin felt as if she were royalty herself.
"Queen Elizabeth lives here now," Lily said, "with her court and her servants. Hundreds of people live here at any given time—the royal staff, and all the royal advisers. This castle is like a city in and of itself.”
They walked through another chamber, all stone, with high arched ceilings, stained glass in every direction, passing dozens of guards as they went. Finally, Lily led them to a grand, oak door, opened it, and stepped aside, a smile on her face.
"Saint George's Chapel," she announced formally, with a wave of her hand.
Caitlin walked in, with the others, and the sight took her breath away.
It was immediately apparent that this room was the crown jewel of the castle. It looked like it had taken hundreds of years to build. The floor was bedecked with a glorious white and black diamond-shaped marble tile, so brightly polished that the sun reflected off of it. The ceiling was hundreds of feet high, arched and coming to a point, and made of limestone. The room was long and narrow, and all along the walls were huge, arched, stained-glass windows. Before them were long wooden benches, on which sat, Caitlin assumed, the royals or politicians when they had grand meetings. It looked like an ancient parliament, from medieval times. She wondered if King Arthur and his knights had met here, too.
Up above hung rows of flags, of all shapes and sizes and colors.
"The Knights of the Garter," Lily explained. "This was once a meeting room. The Knights of the Garter were the highest chivalric order in England, the most elite and most honorable association to belong to. This was their meeting place.
“More importantly," Lily continued, "this room has also been used as a burial place for British Kings and Queens for hundreds of years. Which is why it is significant for our purposes.” Caitlin looked at her, puzzled, but Lily turned and continued walking, her heels clicking on the marble. They followed.
"Is this where the Princess lives?" asked Scarlet, as she tugged on Caitlin's pants.
Caitlin smiled down at her, and stroked her head. "I'm not sure," she answered. "I guess we’re about to find out.”
As they continued, the room became divided by a huge, elaborately carved mahogany divider.
They walked through the doorway, and appeared on the other side of the room.
This side of the room was even more breathtaking. There, off to the side, sat dozens of sarcophagi—huge, marble, elaborately carved. Caitlin could tell right away that they were the final resting places of Kings and Queens.
And as soon as they entered this part of the chamber, Caitlin felt an electric thrill. She felt the ring on her hand heat up, and knew that they were very close to whatever it was they needed to find.
Caitlin stepped forward, allowing the ring to lead her, and found herself standing before a single, huge sarcophagus, in the corner of the room. She surveyed it closely, and saw the effigy on its lid: it was that of an ancient king, with a long, flowing beard, wearing a crown, and holding a staff. He was dressed in royal garments, and chainmail, his hands folded across his chest.
Oddly, one of his fingers was raised slightly higher than the others. Caitlin knew, she just knew, why.
She reached down, slipped the ring off her finger, and let her senses guide her to slip it onto the finger of the effigy.
Everyone crowded around her and watched.
The ring fit perfectly.
There was the slightest click, and in the effigy’s other hand, Caitlin saw a small, marble scroll.
She looked at it closely, and saw that its tip was now slightly ajar.
She reached over and pulled at it gently, and discovered that it was hollow. Inside, lying there, sat a real scroll—a real piece of parchment.
Caitlin's heart beat faster as she reached in, and slowly, gingerly, slid out the frail piece of parchment.
Everyone crowded in even closer, as she rolled open the small scroll. On it was a delicate, antique handwriting, which she immediately recognized as her father's. She felt overwhelmed with emotion, looking at it.
She cleared her throat, and read aloud:
My Dearest Caitlin and Samuel,
If the two of you have made it this far, then you're standing here together, joined on your search for me and the Shield. This scroll you are holding has been especially well hidden, so if you are here, it is only because you are meant to be. I commend you both.
You are two fruits of the same vine, the Rose and the Thorn, and you have different destinies.
You are both on the same search, but you must both take different routes. And you might not be searching for the same thing.
Samuel, your road leads to Warwick, where you will begin to find the answers you seek.
Caitlin, find me on the mount of judgment.
With all my love,
Your father.
Caitlin slowly lowered the scroll, and looked over at Sam. He stood there, staring at her, wide-eyed. She could tell that he was taken aback by it all. After all, this was the first clue that was also addressed directly to him. Caitlin remembered the feeling of enormity of having a letter from the past addressed directly to her for the first time.
"Samuel," he said. "No one's called me that in forever.” Caitlin stood there, reading it again, trying to decode it. It warmed her heart that her father had left this for her, and she felt closer to him than ever. But at the same time, the idea of splitting from Sam hurt her. Why couldn't they be on the same journey together? What were their different destinies?
The mount of judgment.
She had no idea what that meant.
She looked slowly at Caleb, wondering if he knew, but he just shook his head, as did Polly, Sam and Lily.
"Warwick?" Sam asked. “What's that?”
Lily cleared her throat.
"That part’s easy. It can only mean one thing. It has to be a reference to Warwick Castle. It’s the oldest in that region, and it’s been a stronghold for your kind for thousands of years.”
"And what about the mount of judgment?" Caitlin asked.
Lily slowly shook her head. "Your guess is as good as mine."
*
Caitlin's mind reeled as she sat at the huge dining table with the others. That letter from her father, which she had since read again and again, had been like a bomb dropped into her consciousness. It held so many implications, both for her future, and for Sam’s. She kept going over every word in her mind, trying to figure out what it all meant.
But she didn't have time to think about it all right now. Lily had led them all to this enormous banquet, laid out so generously, under her supervision. It was indeed a lavish feast. She sat at a huge, oak table, Scarlet beside her, Caleb on her other side, and Sam, Polly and Lily across from them. Just the six of them, sitting at a table meant to hold a hundred, reclining in gilded, gold, stuffed armchairs.
Caitlin examined the silver, the delicate china plates, the fresh flowers, the huge candles, the chandeliers above, and the enormous windows on all sides of them, letting the sunset in. Before them were spread out heaps of every type of food. There were slices of the finest steak, overstuffed turkeys, breads, fruits, jams, desserts…there was no end to the food in sight. And behind them stood several waiters, ready to jump at their s
lightest need.
Caitlin looked over and saw Scarlet’s expression, how amazed she was at the feast before her.
Clearly, she had never seen anything remotely like it in her young life. Caitlin smiled wider, realizing she must think she was dreaming.
"Is this all for us?" Scarlet asked Caitlin, blinking in disbelief.
"Yes, sweetheart," Caitlin responded, "it's all for us. Dig in.” Scarlet reached over, like a kid in a candy shop, and grabbed a large piece of cheesecake to start.
Caitlin smiled. Scarlet had probably not eaten this well in her entire life. She grabbed the food quickly, as if worried someone might take it away from her.
Caitlin reached out and laid a reassuring hand on top of hers.
“It's okay," Caitlin said. "You can take all the time in the world. All this food is just for you.” Scarlet looked at her with a look of complete disbelief, as if she had landed in heaven.
More relaxed, Scarlet heaped several large strips of steak on her plate, along with the cheesecake.
Caitlin smiled, as the tower of food soon reached higher than her head.
Scarlet then took the top slice, reached over, and handed it to Ruth, who had been sitting patiently by her side, watching wide-eyed, smacking her lips. Ruth snatched it from her fingers, and Scarlet laughed in delight. Scarlet did it again and again, giving her an entire plate of steak.
Caitlin was amazed. Here Scarlet was, probably having never having such food in her life, and the first thing she did was give all her food to Ruth. Caitlin admired her more than ever. If she ever had a daughter, she wished she’d be like her.
Caitlin reached out and put a huge serving of steak on Scarlet’s plate. "This portion is just for you, Scarlet," she said.
Scarlet looked at it wide-eyed, picked up a knife and fork, and put a big piece in her mouth. She chewed, and Caitlin could see the satisfaction in her face.
Suddenly, servants appeared, and large, bejeweled goblets were placed before Caitlin, Caleb, Sam and Polly, overflowing with a white liquid. Caitlin could already sense what it was, with every pore in her body: the finest of white blood. Every ounce of her body craved it.
