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Authors: L. J. Smith

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Cassie, looking at the lamp’s reflection on Diana’s gleaming pine-board floor, felt as if she were smothering. She didn’t dare breathe until Adam went on, “—after working on the fishing boats all summer. But when I tried to head for the island, the tiller bucked, trying to keep me away or run me aground on the rocks. I had to wrestle with it to bring the boat in—and I had to call on Earth and Water or I’d never have made it. When I was finally safe I looked at the rocks and saw the wreckage of other boats. Anybody that had made it there before didn’t make it away again alive.” He took a deep, slow breath.
“As soon as I stepped on the sand I could
feel
that the whole island was electric. I knew it was the place even before I saw the circle of stones in the middle. It was just the way Black John described it. Sea heather had grown up around the rocks, but the center was clear and that’s where I dug. About a minute later my shovel hit something hard.”
“And then?” said Diana.
“And then I pulled it out. I felt—I don’t know, dizzy, when I saw it. The sun was glittering on the sand and it sort of blinded me. Then I wrapped the skull up in my shirt and left. The island didn’t fight when I went; it was like a trap that had been sprung. That was—let’s see, September twenty-first. As soon as I got back to the Bay, I wanted to start up to New Salem, but I had some things to take care of. I couldn’t get started until the next day, and I knew I was going to be late for Kori’s initiation.” He paused and threw an apologetic glance toward Doug and Chris.
They said nothing, but Cassie felt eyes flicker toward her. Kori’s initiation had become Cassie’s initiation, because on that morning Kori had been found dead at the bottom of the high-school steps.
“Just what is the point of all this storytelling?” Faye asked, her husky voice bored. “Unless”—she straightened up, looking more interested—”you think the rest of the Master Tools may be on that island.”
“I told you before,” Adam said. “There was nothing else there, Faye. Just the skull.”
“And the point is that we need to know more about the skull,” Diana put in. “For better or worse, we’re stuck with it now. I don’t think we should put it back on the island—”
“Put it
back
!” Faye exclaimed.
“—where anybody might find it, now that the protective spell is broken. It’s not safe there. I don’t know if it will be safe anywhere.”
“Well, now,” Faye murmured, looking sleepy. “If it’s too much trouble for you,
I’ll
be glad to take care of it.”
Diana just shot her a look that said Faye was the last person she’d ask to take care of the skull. But, Cassie noticed with a sinking feeling, Faye’s heavy-lidded amber eyes were not fixed on Diana’s face. They were trained on the little gold key at Diana’s throat.
There was a knock at the door.
Cassie started, hard enough that Laurel turned around and looked at her in surprise. But it was only Diana’s father, who’d come home with a bulging briefcase in his hand.
Mr. Meade looked around the crowded room in mild surprise, as if he didn’t quite know who all these people were. Cassie wondered suddenly how much he knew about the Circle.
“Is everyone staying for dinner?” he asked Diana.
“Oh—no,” Diana said, looking at a dainty white and gold clock on the nightstand. “I didn’t realize it was after seven, Dad. I’ll fix something quick.”
He nodded, and after one more quick, uncertain glance around the room, left. Bedsprings creaked and clothing rustled as everyone else got up.
“Tomorrow we can meet at school,” Melanie said. “But I’ve
got
to study tonight; this whole last week has been shot and I’ve got a biology test.”
“Me too,” said Laurel.
“I’ve got algebra homework,” Suzan offered, and Deborah muttered, “Meaning you’ve got a week’s worth of soap tapes in the VCR.”
“All right, we’ll meet tomorrow,” Diana said. She walked downstairs with them. Faye managed to catch Cassie’s arm as the others were leaving, and she breathed in her ear, “Get it tonight. Call me and I’ll come and pick it up; then we’ll put it back before morning so she won’t notice it’s gone.”
Cassie pulled her arm away rebelliously. But at the door, Faye gave her a meaningful look, and the flash in those amber eyes alarmed her. She stared at Faye a long moment, then nodded slightly.
“Do you want me to stay?” Adam was saying to Diana.
“No,” Cassie said quickly, before Diana could answer. They looked at her, startled, and she said, “I’ll stay and help make dinner, if it’s all right, Diana. I told my grandma and my mom I’d be gone and they’ve probably already eaten by now.”
Diana’s graciousness rose to the fore. “Oh—of course you can stay, then,” she said. “We’ll be fine, Adam.”
“Okay.” Adam gave Cassie a keen glance, which she returned woodenly. He went out, following Chris and Doug into the darkness. The flicker of a match up ahead showed where Nick was. Cassie looked up at the night sky, which glittered brashly with stars but not a trace of moon, and then stepped back as Diana shut the door.
Dinner was quiet, with Mr. Meade sitting there, leafing through a newspaper, occasionally glancing up over his reading glasses at the two girls. Afterward they went back up to Diana’s room. Cassie realized she needed to stall.
“You know, you never told me about that print,” she said, pointing. Decorating Diana’s walls were six art prints. Five of them were very similar, black and white with a slightly old-fashioned look. Diana had told her they were pictures of Greek goddesses: Aphrodite, the beautiful but fickle goddess of love; Artemis, the fierce virgin huntress; Hera, the imperious queen of the gods; Athena, the calm gray-eyed goddess of wisdom; and Persephone, who loved flowers and all growing things.
But the last print was different. It was in color, and the style was more abstract, more modern. It showed a young woman standing beneath a starry sky, while a crescent moon shone silver down on her flowing hair. She was wearing a simple white garment, cut high to show a garter on her thigh. On her upper arm was a silver cuff-bracelet, and on her head was a thin circlet with a crescent moon, horns upward.
It was the outfit Diana wore at meetings of the Circle.
“Who is she?” Cassie said, staring at the beautiful girl in the print.
“Diana,” Diana said wryly. Cassie turned to her, and she smiled. “The goddess Diana,” she added. “Not the Roman Diana; another one. She’s older than all the Greek goddesses, and she was different from them. She was a Great Goddess; she ruled everything. She was goddess of the night and the moon and the stars—there’s a story that once she turned all the stars into mice to impress the witches on earth. So they made her Queen of the Witches.”
Cassie grinned. “I think it would take more than that to impress Faye.”
“Probably. Some people say that her legend was based on an actual person, who taught magic and was a champion of poor women. Other people say she was first a Sun Goddess, but then she got chased out by male Sun Gods and turned to the night. The Romans got her confused with the Greek goddess Artemis—you know, the huntress—but she was much more than that. Anyway, she’s always been Queen of the Witches.”
“Like you,” Cassie said.
Diana laughed and shook her head. “I may not
always
be leader,” she said. “It all depends on what happens between now and November tenth. That’s the day of the leadership vote.”
“Why November tenth?”
“It’s my birthday—Faye’s too, coincidentally. You have to be seventeen to be permanent leader, and that’s when we both will be.”
Cassie was surprised. Diana was still only sixteen, like her? She always seemed so mature, and she was a senior. But it was even stranger that Faye was so young, and that the cousins had the same birthday.
She looked at Diana, sitting there on the bed. As beautiful as the girl in the last print was, Diana was more beautiful. With hair that indescribable color, like sunlight and moonlight woven together, and a face like a flower, and eyes like green jewels, Diana resembled something from a fairy tale or legend more than a real person. But the goodness and—well,
purity
that shone out of Diana’s eyes were very real indeed, Cassie thought. Cassie was proud to be her friend.
Then the light flashed on the gold key around Diana’s neck and she remembered what she was there to do.
I can’t,
Cassie thought, as her stomach plummeted giddily. She could feel the slow, sick pounding of her heart. Right this minute around her own neck was hanging the crescent-moon necklace that Diana had given her at her initiation. How could she steal from Diana, deceive Diana?
But she’d been through all that before. There was no way out. Faye would do exactly what she had threatened—Cassie knew that. The only way to save Diana was to deceive her.
It’s for her own good, Cassie told herself. So just stop thinking about it. Do what you have to and get it over with.
“Cassie? You look upset.”
“I—” Cassie started to say, no, of course not, and change the subject the way she usually did when somebody caught her daydreaming. But then she had an idea. “I don’t really feel like going home alone,” she said, grimacing. “It’s not just the walk—it’s that house. It creaks and rattles all night long and sometimes I can’t even get to sleep. Especially if I’m thinking about . . . about . . .”
“Is that all?” Diana said, smiling. “Well, that’s easy to take care of. Sleep here.” Cassie was stricken at how easily Diana made the offer. “And if you’re worried about the skull,” Diana went on, “you can stop. It’s not going anywhere, and it’s not going to do anything more to hurt people. I promise.”
Cassie’s face flamed and she had to struggle not to look at the cabinet. She would never have mentioned the skull herself: she couldn’t have gotten the word out. “Okay,” she said, trying to keep her voice normal. “Thanks. I’ll call my mom and tell her I’m staying over.”
“We can drive to your house so you can get dressed in the morning—I’ll check on the guest room.” As Diana left, the voices in Cassie’s mind were rioting.
You little sneak,
they shouted at her.
You nasty, weaselly, lying little traitor
—
Shut up! Cassie shouted back at them, with such force that they actually did shut up.
She called her mother.
“The guest room’s ready,” Diana said, reappearing as Cassie hung up the phone. “But if you get scared in the night you can come in here.”
“Thanks,” Cassie said, genuinely grateful.
“What are big sisters for?”
They sat up and talked for a while, but neither of them had had much sleep the night before, and as the clock’s hands edged closer to ten they were both yawning.
“I’ll take my bath tonight so you can have one in the morning,” Diana said. “The hot water doesn’t last long around here.”
“Isn’t there a spell to take care of that?”
Diana laughed and tossed a book to her. “Here, see if you can find one.”
It was the Book of Shadows Diana had brought to Cassie’s initiation, the one that had been in Diana’s family since the first witches came to New Salem. The brittle yellow pages had a mildewy smell that made Cassie wrinkle her nose, but she was glad to have this chance to look at it. Toward the beginning of the book the writing was small and almost illegible, but further on it became stylized and beautiful, like copperplate. Different authors, Cassie thought, different generations. The Post-it notes and plastic flags on almost every page were the work of the current generation.
It was full of spells, descriptions of coven meetings, rituals, and stories. Cassie pored over it, her eyes moving in fascination from one title to the next. Some of the spells seemed quaint and archaic; others were like something out of a modern pop-psychology book. Some were just timeless.
A Charm to Cure a Sickly Child,
she read.
To Make Hens Lay. For Protection Against Fire and Water. To Overcome a Bad Habit. To Cast Out Fear and Malignant Emotions. To Find Treasure. To Change Your Luck. To Turn Aside Evil
.
A Talisman For Strength
caught her eye.
Take a smooth and shapely rock, and upon one face carve the rising sun and a crescent moon, horns up. Upon the reverse, the words
:
 
Strength of stone
Be in my bone
Power of light
Sustain my fight
.
 
I could use that, Cassie thought. She continued flipping through the pages.
A Spell Against Contagious Disease. To Hold Evil Harmless. To Cause Dreams
.
And then, as if her guilty conscience had summoned it up, another spell appeared before her eyes.
For an Untrue Lover
.

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