Taltos (Lives of the Mayfair Witches 3)

It was time to tell Mary Jane! The time had come. When she'd passed the door just a few minutes ago, before the final raid on the kitchen, Mary Jane had been mumbling things about those dead doctors, God help them, Dr. Larkin and the one out in California, and the chemical autopsies on the dead women. The key thing was to remember to put that stuff back so that neither Rowan nor Michael was unduly alarmed. After all, these things were not being done casually, there was a purpose, Mary Jane was the one upon whom she had fully to depend!

"Mona Mayfair."

It was Eugenia calling, what a nuisance. "Mona Mayfair, it's Rowan Mayfair on the phone, all the way from England, calling you!"

Scold, scold. What she needed was a tablespoon for this ice cream, even if she had almost finished the entire pint. There was one more pint to go.

Now, whose were those little feet coming tippy-tap in the dark, someone running through the dining room? Morrigan clicked her tiny tongue in time with the tippy-tapping.

"Why, it's my beloved cousin, Mary Jane Mayfair."

"Shhhh." Mary Jane put a finger to her lips. "She's looking for you. She's got Rowan on the phone. Rowan wants to talk to you, she said for us to wake you up."

"Pick it up in the library and take the message, I can't risk talking to her. You've got to fool her. Tell her we're fine, I'm in the bathtub or something, and ask about everybody. Like how's Yuri and how's Michael and is she all right?"

"Got it." And off went the teeny tiny feet, tippy-tapping on the floor.

She scraped up the last of that pint and threw the container in the sink. What a messy kitchen! And all my life I have been so neat, and now look, I'm corrupted by money. She tore open the next pint.

Once again came the magic feet. Mary Jane, ripping into the butler's pantry, and flying around the edge of the door, with her corn-yellow hair and her long thin brown legs, and her teensy waist and her white lace skirts swinging like a bell.

"Mona!" she said in a whisper.

"Yeah!" Mona whispered back. What the hell. She ate another big spoon of the ice cream.

"Yes, but Rowan said she had momentous news for us," said Mary Jane, very obviously aware of the import of this message. "That she would tell us all when she saw us, but that right now she had something she had to do. Same for Michael. Yuri's okay."

"You did a splendid job. What about the guards outside?"

"She said to keep them, not to change anything. Said she'd already called Ryan and told him. Said for you to stay inside and rest, and do whatever your doctor tells you."

"Practical woman, intelligent woman. Hmmmmm ..." Well, this second carton was empty already. Enough is enough. She started to shiver all over. So coooold! Why hadn't she gotten rid of those guards?

Mary Jane reached out and rubbed Mona's arms. "You okay, darlin'?" Then Mary Jane's eyes dropped to Mona's stomach and her face went blank with fear. She lowered her right hand, wanting to touch Mona's stomach, but she didn't dare.

"Listen, it's time to tell you everything," said Mona. "To give you your choice right now. I was going to lead you into it step by step, but that's not fair and it's not necessary. I can do what I have to do, even if you don't want to help me, and maybe you'd be better off not helping. Either we go now and you help me, or I go alone."

"Go where?"

"That's just it. We're clearing out of here, right now. Guards or no guards. You can drive, can't you?"

She pushed past Mary Jane and into the butler's pantry. She opened the key cabinet. Look for the Lincoln insignia. The limo was a Lincoln, wasn't it? When Ryan had bought it for her, he'd said she should never be in a limousine that was not black and was not a Lincoln. Sure enough, there were the keys! Michael had his keys and the keys to Rowan's Mercedes, but the keys to the limo were right here, where Clem was supposed to leave them.

"Well, sure, I can drive," said Mary Jane, "but whose car are we taking?"

"Mine. The limousine. Only we're not taking the driver with it. You ready? We're counting on the driver being fast asleep out back. Now, what do we need?"

"You're supposed to tell me everything, and give me my choice."

Mona stopped. They were both in the shadows. The house was dark all around them, light pouring in from the garden, from the big zone of blue illumination that was the pool. Mary Jane's eyes were huge and round, making her nose look tiny and her cheeks very smooth. Tendrils of her hair moved behind her shoulders, but mostly it was corn silk. The light struck the cleft of her breasts.

"Why don't you tell me?" said Mona.

"OK," said Mary Jane. "You're going to have it, no matter what it is."

"Right you are."

"And you're not lettin' Rowan and Michael kill it, no matter what it is."

"Right you are!"

"And the best place for us to go is where nobody will be able to find us."

"Right you are!"

"Only the only place I know is Fontevrault. And if we cut loose every skiff at the landing, the only way they can get out there into the basin after us is to bring in their own boat, if they even think of coming down that way."

"Oh, Mary Jane, you genius! Right you are!"

Mama, I love you, Mama.

And I love you too, my little Morrigan. Trust in me. Trust in Mary Jane.

"Hey, don't faint on me! Lissen, I'm going to go get pillows, blankets, stuff like that. You got any cash?"

"Heaps, twenty-dollar bills in the drawer by the bed."

"You sit down, come in here with me, and sit down." Mary Jane led her through the kitchen and to the table. "Put your head down."

"Mary Jane, don't freak out on me, don't, no matter what it looks like."

"Just you rest till I come back."

And away went the clicky high heels, running through the house.

The song started again, so sweet, so pretty, the song of flowers and the glen.

Stop, Morrigan.

Talk to me, Mother, and Oncle Julien brought you here to sleep with my father, but he didn't know what would happen, but you understand, Mother, you said you understood, that the giant helix was in this case not allied to any ancient evil, but was purely an expression of a genetic potential in you and in Father that had always been there ....

&nbs

p; Mona tried to answer, but it wasn't necessary, the voice went on and on, singsong and soft and very rapid.

Hey, slow down. You sound like a bumblebee when you do that.

"... immense responsibility, to survive and to give birth, and to love me, Mother, don't forget to love me, I need you, your love, above all things, without which I may lose in my frailty the very will to live...."

They were all gathered together in the stone circle, shivering, crying, the tall dark-haired one had come, trying to quiet them. They drew in close to the fire.

"But why? Why do they want to kill us?"

And Ashlar said, "It is their way. They are warlike people. They kill those who are not of their clan. It is as important as eating or drinking or making love is to us. They feast on death."

"Look," she said aloud. The kitchen door had just slammed. Be quiet, Mary Jane! Don't bring Eugenia down here. But we've got to be scientific about this, I should have been recording all this on the computer, typing it in as I see it, but it's almost impossible to accurately record when surrendering to a trance. When we reach Fontevrault, we will have Mary Jane's computer. Mary Jane, the godsend.

Mary Jane had come back, shutting the kitchen door quietly this time, thank heaven.

"That is what the others have to understand," said Mona, "that this is not from hell, but from God. Lasher was from hell, one could say that, you know, speaking metaphysically or metaphorically, I mean religiously or poetically, but when a creature is born this way of two human beings, both of whom contain a mysterious genome, then it's from God. Who else but God? Emaleth was the child of rape, but not this child. Well, at least the mother wasn't the one who got raped."

"Shhh, let's us get out of here. I told the guards that I'd seen somebody funny out front, and that I was driving you up to your house to get you some clothes and then to the doctor. Come on!"

"Mary Jane, you are a genius."

But when she stood up, the world swam. "Holy God."