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town?”
The Rector shook his head, closing his eyes as if pained. “Daughter, child … the Master will not want us to leave this house now. You must understand. I will do whatever I can to make the ceremony special for you, but we must have it here.”
Damn it all.
And yet, Ed realized, there was another possibility … But would the Rector allow it?
In order to convince him, he’d have to put on an act. Ed had always hated those who lied easily—yet now he knew that their lives and the fate of all the people in the American colonies might rest on the glibness of his own tongue.
“Julia,” he said, “please … um … dear, don’t be unreasonable. Your father’s right. The Master will soon be inside everyone, everywhere, and we must accept it, even on our wedding day. We can’t run from him, right?”
Julia’s eyes widened and her lower lip trembled, as if she couldn’t believe what he was saying. Under the table, he squeezed her hand hard several times, hoping she would understand that this was a game, and that he needed her to play along.
“We have to accept the Master’s plan, right?” he continued. “So, Julia, if you want to have the wedding in a place like a church—why not hold it in the Master’s cavern? There are all those shiny pillars down there and it’s very … umm … cathedral-looking, isn’t it? We can get married right beside the Master’s pit and await the seeds of his soul and … all that.”
The Rector nodded enthusiastically and clapped his hands. “Yes, a wonderful idea! You can pledge your bond in the presence of the Master, before he creates a bond with all of us. How wonderfully symbolic!”
Symbolic it might be, but Ed had his own reasons for the choice of the place. There was a door leading directly out of that cavern to the estate grounds. Guarded, perhaps, but they had no other chance.
It might be a way for his dearest Julia to escape …
Ed himself had another duty.
The demon itself lived in a pit down there. Croatoan was a tough little beast, but Ed would try to kill him—bare-handed, if need be.
He didn’t know if it was courage or practical truth that had led him to this path. After all, if Croatoan had his way, then there’d be nowhere safe, no place to run …
And at least if the beast killed him, he’d never end up as a walking piece of spoiled meat.
But Julia! For her, he had to do whatever he could…
“Is this arrangement all right with you, daughter?” the Rector asked. “It sounds like splendid idea.”
Julia nodded, smiling nervously. “Yes,” she said. “My Edwin is so clever to come up with such things.” She squeezed his hand hard several times under the table, answering his earlier signal.
Good, he thought. She knows. She understands.
The Rector spread his arms. “Well, then. Let us eat and preserve our strength. Tomorrow we should all be quite busy, yes?”
“Oh Edwin—your plate! I forgot!” Julia exclaimed, quickly bending under the table. The Rector was buttering a biscuit and didn’t seem to take any special notice of what she was doing below.
Ed saw her grab his plate, fumble for the cup … and was she sliding something into her stocking, under the cover of her skirt?
The knife! He’d almost forgotten about it. Did she have the knife?
She pulled herself out from under the tablecloth, set Ed’s plate in front of him, and placed half of a dust-soiled biscuit back upon it.
Turning to him, she nodded, as if to say, I knew what you needed, I got it for you.
So he would have a weapon, after all …
Chapter 13
Ed had expected a white dress.
But the wedding gown Julia wore was a pale sky blue—matching her eyes--with a matching bonnet festooned with bows, and a gossamer veil. When she came out of the bedroom into the hallway where Ed stood, she lifted the veil and smiled at him.
“Is it pretty?” she asked. “Mrs. Starks didn’t get a chance to get it pressed before she was
The Rector shook his head, closing his eyes as if pained. “Daughter, child … the Master will not want us to leave this house now. You must understand. I will do whatever I can to make the ceremony special for you, but we must have it here.”
Damn it all.
And yet, Ed realized, there was another possibility … But would the Rector allow it?
In order to convince him, he’d have to put on an act. Ed had always hated those who lied easily—yet now he knew that their lives and the fate of all the people in the American colonies might rest on the glibness of his own tongue.
“Julia,” he said, “please … um … dear, don’t be unreasonable. Your father’s right. The Master will soon be inside everyone, everywhere, and we must accept it, even on our wedding day. We can’t run from him, right?”
Julia’s eyes widened and her lower lip trembled, as if she couldn’t believe what he was saying. Under the table, he squeezed her hand hard several times, hoping she would understand that this was a game, and that he needed her to play along.
“We have to accept the Master’s plan, right?” he continued. “So, Julia, if you want to have the wedding in a place like a church—why not hold it in the Master’s cavern? There are all those shiny pillars down there and it’s very … umm … cathedral-looking, isn’t it? We can get married right beside the Master’s pit and await the seeds of his soul and … all that.”
The Rector nodded enthusiastically and clapped his hands. “Yes, a wonderful idea! You can pledge your bond in the presence of the Master, before he creates a bond with all of us. How wonderfully symbolic!”
Symbolic it might be, but Ed had his own reasons for the choice of the place. There was a door leading directly out of that cavern to the estate grounds. Guarded, perhaps, but they had no other chance.
It might be a way for his dearest Julia to escape …
Ed himself had another duty.
The demon itself lived in a pit down there. Croatoan was a tough little beast, but Ed would try to kill him—bare-handed, if need be.
He didn’t know if it was courage or practical truth that had led him to this path. After all, if Croatoan had his way, then there’d be nowhere safe, no place to run …
And at least if the beast killed him, he’d never end up as a walking piece of spoiled meat.
But Julia! For her, he had to do whatever he could…
“Is this arrangement all right with you, daughter?” the Rector asked. “It sounds like splendid idea.”
Julia nodded, smiling nervously. “Yes,” she said. “My Edwin is so clever to come up with such things.” She squeezed his hand hard several times under the table, answering his earlier signal.
Good, he thought. She knows. She understands.
The Rector spread his arms. “Well, then. Let us eat and preserve our strength. Tomorrow we should all be quite busy, yes?”
“Oh Edwin—your plate! I forgot!” Julia exclaimed, quickly bending under the table. The Rector was buttering a biscuit and didn’t seem to take any special notice of what she was doing below.
Ed saw her grab his plate, fumble for the cup … and was she sliding something into her stocking, under the cover of her skirt?
The knife! He’d almost forgotten about it. Did she have the knife?
She pulled herself out from under the tablecloth, set Ed’s plate in front of him, and placed half of a dust-soiled biscuit back upon it.
Turning to him, she nodded, as if to say, I knew what you needed, I got it for you.
So he would have a weapon, after all …
Chapter 13
Ed had expected a white dress.
But the wedding gown Julia wore was a pale sky blue—matching her eyes--with a matching bonnet festooned with bows, and a gossamer veil. When she came out of the bedroom into the hallway where Ed stood, she lifted the veil and smiled at him.
“Is it pretty?” she asked. “Mrs. Starks didn’t get a chance to get it pressed before she was
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