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"You met him earlier today," the woman said.
"The alien? I thought h
e killed me. "
"Not yet," the voice said.
"Is she coming?" Catch asked.
Rachel was looking out the cabin window at a cloud of dust rising from the dirt road. "I can't tell," she said. "Mr. Elliot, what kind of car does your wife drive?"
"A white Ford," Effrom said.
"It's her. " Rachel felt a shiver of excitement run through her. Her sense of wonder had been stretched and tested many times in the last twenty-four hours, leaving her open and raw to every emotion. She was afraid of the power she was about to gain, but at the same time, the myriad possibilities that power created diluted her fear with a breathless giddiness. She felt guilty about abusing the old couple in order to gain the invocation, but perhaps with her newfound power she could repay them. In any case, it would be over soon and they would be going home.
The actual nature of the Earth spirit bothered her as well. Why did it seem. . . well. . . so impious? And why did it seem so male?
The Ford pulled up in front of the cabin and stopped. Rachel watched a frail old woman get out of the car holding two ornate candlesticks. The woman clutched the candlesticks to her and stood by the car looking around, waiting. She was obviously terrified and Rachel, feeling a stab of guilt, looked away. "She's here," Rachel said.
Catch said, "Tell her to come in. "
Effrom looked up from the bed, but he could not rise enough to see out the window. "What are you going to do to the wife?" he demanded.
"Nothing at all," Rachel said. "She has something I need. When I get it, you can both go home. "
Rachel went to the door and threw it open as if she were welcoming home a long-lost relative. Amanda stood by the car, thirty feet away. "Mrs. Elliot, you'll need to bring the candlesticks in so we can inspect them. "
"No. " Amanda stood firm. "Not until I know that Effrom is safe. "
Rachel turned to Effrom. "Say something to your wife, Mr. Elliot. "
"Nope," Effrom said. "I'm not speaking to her. This is all her fault. "
"Please cooperate, Mr. Elliot, so we can let you go home. " To Amanda, Rachel said, "He doesn't want to talk, Mrs. Elliot. Why don't you bring the candlesticks in? I assure you that neither one of you will be harmed. " Rachel couldn't believe that she was saying these things. She felt as if she were reading the script from a bad gangster movie.
Amanda stood clutching the candlesticks, uncertain of what she should do. Rachel watched the old woman take a tentative step toward the cabin, then, suddenly, the candlesticks were ripped from her grasp and Amanda was thrown to the ground as if she'd been hit by a shotgun blast.
"No!" Rachel screamed.
The candlesticks seemed to float in the air as Catch carried them to her. She ignored them and ran to where Amanda lay on the ground. She cradled the old woman's head in her arms. Amanda opened her eyes and Rachel breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you all right, Mrs. Elliot? I'm so sorry. "
"Leave her," Catch said. "I'll take care of both of them in a second. "
Rachel turned toward Catch's voice. The candlesticks were shaking in the air. She still found it unsettling to talk to a disembodied voice.
"I don't want these people hurt, do you understand?"
"But now that we have the invocation, they are insignificant. " The candlesticks turned in the air as Catch examined them. "Come now, I think there's a seam on one of these, but I can't grip it. Come open it. "
"In a minute," Rachel said. She helped Amanda get to her feet. "Let's go in the house, Mrs. Elliot. It's all over. You can go home as soon as you feel up to it. "
Rachel led Amanda through the front door, holding her by the shoulders. The old woman seemed dazed and listless. Rachel was afraid she would drop any second, but when Amanda saw Effrom tied to the bed, she shrugged off Rachel's support and went to him.
"Effrom. " She sat on the bed and stroked his bald head.
"Well, wife," Effrom said, "I hope you're happy. You go gallivanting all over the state and you see what happens? I get kidnapped by invisible moon-men. I hope you had a good trip - I can't even feel my hands anymore. Probably gangrene. They'll probably have to cut them off. "
"I'm sorry, Effrom. " Amanda turned to Rachel. "Can I untie him, please?"
The pleading in her eyes almost broke Rachel's heart. She had never felt so cruel. She nodded. "You can go now. I'm sorry it had to be this way. "
"Open this," Catch said. He was tapping a candlestick on Rachel's shoulder.
While Amanda untied Effrom's wrists and ankles and rubbed them to restore the circulation, Rachel examined one of the candlesticks. She gave it a quick twist and it unscrewed at the seam. From the weight of it, Rachel would have never guessed that it was hollow. As she unscrewed it, she noticed that the threads were gold. That accounted for the extra weight. Whoever had made the candlesticks had gone to great lengths to conceal the hollow interior.
The two pieces separated. A piece of parchment was tightly rolled inside. Rachel placed the base of the candlestick on the table, slid out the yellow tube of parchment, and slowly began to unroll it. The parchment crackled, and the edges flaked away as it unrolled. Rachel felt her pulse increase as the first few letters appeared. When half the page was revealed, her excitement was replaced with anxiety.
"We may be in trouble," she said.
"Why?" Catch's voice emanated from a spot only inches away from her face.
"I can't read this; it's in some foreign language - Greek, I think. Can you read Greek?"
"I can't read at all," Catch said. "Open the other candlestick. Maybe what we need is in there.
Rachel picked up the other candlestick and turned it in her hands. "There's no seam on this one. "
"Look for one; it might be hidden," the demon said.
Rachel went to the kitchen area of the cabin and got a knife from the silverware drawer to scrape away the silver. Amanda was helping Effrom get to his feet, urging him across the room.
Rachel found the seam and worked the knife into it. "I've got it. " She unscrewed the candlestick and pulled out a second parchment.
"Can you read this one?" Catch said.
"No. This one's in Greek, too. We'll have to get it translated. I don't even know anyone who reads Greek. "
"Travis," Catch said.
Amanda had Effrom almost to the door when she heard Travis's name. "Is he still alive?" she asked.
"For a while," Catch said.
"Who is this Travis?" Rachel asked. She was supposed to be the one in charge here, yet the old woman and the demon seemed to know more about what was going on than she did.
"They can't go," Catch said.
"Why? We have the invocation; we just need to get it translated. Let them go. "
"No," Catch said. "If they warn Travis, he will find a way to protect the girl. "
"What girl?" Rachel felt as if she had walked into the middle of a plot-heavy mystery movie and no one was going to tell her what was happening.
"We have to get the girl and hold her hostage until Travis translates the invocation. "
"What girl?" Rachel repeated.
"A waitress at the cafe in town. Her name is Jenny. "
"Jenny Masterson? She's a member of the coven. What does she have to do with this?"
"Travis loves her. "
"Who is Travis?"
There was a pause. Rachel, Amanda, and Effrom all stared at empty air waiting for the answer.
"He is my master," Catch said.
"This is really weird," Rachel said.
"You're a little slow on the uptake, aren't you, honey?" Effrom said.
