Ritual Magic

ground inside the circle, though Lily couldn’t make them out. They’d been drawn in black and didn’t show up well. Lily also saw two objects familiar to her from all the times she’d worked with the coven leader: a small portable altar and a quilted tote. The tote held Miriam’s spellcasting supplies.
    It was large enough to hold metal stakes, too.
    “There.” Miriam stood, placing one hand at the small of her back and stretching. She wore something white, long, and loose that left her arms bare. Lily had seen the robelike gown before, and the woven belt Miriam wore at her waist, but the scabbard was new. Lily couldn’t see it clearly from this angle, but that was definitely a scabbard fastened to the belt. It must hold the knife. Nam Anthessa.
    Miriam heaved a sigh. “Almost done. For goodness’ sake, Pete, what is it this time? No, unless it’s urgent, wait a moment to tell me. I need the dedicates brought into the circle.” She looked around, frowning vaguely. Her gaze passed right over Lily. “Oh, you figure out how to do it. Isen and Rule need to be laid in the very center of the circle with their heads north, feet south. Arrange it. Tell your men to be sure the sleep charms stay in contact, skin to skin, the way I explained. They must be very careful not to step on the circle itself. They can’t damage the runes, but they must stay off the circle. Oh—they should be barefoot.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Pete called four names and began giving instructions.
    Miriam stepped up onto the deck and dusted her hands together—and seemed to notice Lily for the first time. “You! Oh, this won’t do. This won’t do at all. You don’t want to see this. Pete! What is Lily doing here?”
    Pete finished giving his orders. The four men he’d addressed bent and took off their shoes. “Cory found her. He says he knew you wanted to see her, and he wanted to help, so he brought her to you.”
    “I don’t want to see her,” she said crossly. “I wanted to know where she was. I wanted her stopped and held, but I did not want to see her.”
    “Oh,” Cory said sadly. “I’m sorry. I thought . . . you asked where she was, and then Pete wanted us to let him know if she came to the gate, and I thought . . . I’m sorry. I thought I was helping.”
    “You . . . oh. I did say that, didn’t I? He meant well, but what do I do with her?” Miriam tipped her head as if listening. “Yes, of course. Cory, why didn’t you call Pete like you’d been told?”
    “She wasn’t at the gate. She was at the store. Someone told me she was there, and when I went to see, I found her and brought her here. I took her gun,” he added, hopeful as a puppy trying to wag his way past some misunderstanding about the puddle on the floor. “Pete’s got it.”
    Miriam looked at Pete. “And you couldn’t just lock her up or something? You had to ask me?” She huffed an impatient breath. “I would have thought someone in your position would have more initiative. Well, you can just take her to—”
    Lily could not let Miriam finish giving that order. “I want to stay with Rule.”
    “That is not a good idea.” But at last Miriam looked at Lily directly. Their eyes met. Miriam’s were . . . odd. Too bright, too wide. A junkie’s eyes just before the crash. “I’m not at all happy with Rule right now, but you weren’t part of it. You don’t deserve to watch this.”
    “Part of what?”
    “He attacked his own people! Shot them! It was horrible. I wanted—I was trying so
hard
—and of course I needed him to come here, but not like that! Now all those people are hurt. Some of them died. I didn’t want people to die, but he made everything so
difficult
.”
    “You don’t think he had reason to fight?” Lily said mildly. “Considering you intend to sacrifice his father and all. Him, too, it looks like. Hammer stakes through their hands and—”
    Miriam flared up. “You should know me better than that! I am not like that man. That Robert Friar. There will be no torture, no . . .” Her mood switched as suddenly as if someone had flipped a switch. She giggled. “True. But I’m glad I don’t have to.”
    “What don’t you have to do, Miriam?”
    Miriam spoke slowly, as if to a rather dim child. “Use those nasty stakes. Friar needed them to bind my lord to his goals, which is why we’re here.” She waved widely. “It’s all Robert Friar’s fault. If he hadn’t bound Dafydd that way, I could