"It must have touched you, Roma. For you to remember something so trivial all these years."
Her returning gaze was hard. "In a manner of speaking. I puked after they left."
"Here," Nydia said, looking at the familiar surroundings. "Where you made me a Christian."
"I didn"t make you a Christian, Nydia," Sam replied. "You made yourself a Christian. I just dropped a few sprinkles of water on your head." His face changed after saying that, hardening.
"What"s wrong, Sam?"
"I was thinking about holy water, and how quickly it killed that man last evening. Last evening," he said softly. "So much is happening so fast."
"We must have picked up several quarts of holy water in the city," Nydia reminded him.
"We"ll probably need every drop before this is over." And he smiled mischievously, one hand dropping into his jacket pocket.
"Why are you smiling, Sam?"
He pulled out a tiny vial of water. "I think we can spare this, don"t you?"
Sudden tears sprang into her eyes. "Oh, Sam, I love you."
"I love you, too." He gently kissed her mouth. "You got the Bible?" He did not notice the tiny marks on the side of her neck, right above the vein.
"Yes. Where do I open it?"
"I haven"t the vaguest idea. Let"s sit down and look at it "
They sat and read for a time, reading various verses of different books of the Bible. Then Sam turned to the beginning. Together, they read parts of Genesis, neither of them knowing that Sam Balon had done the same thing when he married young Sam"s mother in that impromptu ceremony, witnessed only by G.o.d and a tiny singing bird.
"I like this," Nydia said, pointing to chapter two verses 23 and 25.
"Then that"s what it will be," Sam said.
They read the pa.s.sages aloud, and then solemnly anointed each other"s head with a tiny bit of holy water. They kissed tenderly, gently, Nydia saying, "I guess we"re married."
"In whose eyes is the question," the strong voice came to them both.
"Did you hear that?" Nydia asked.
"Yes." Sam looked around him, and when he spoke, it was directed at the mysterious voice. "What do you mean: in whose eyes?"
But the voice was silent.
"I sensed his presence in the room this morning. Strong and male and fearless. I was going to say something about it, but the marriage idea came right on top of it."
Sam smiled. "Interesting choice of words. The voice speaks in riddles, I"d better warn you of that."
"Not this time. The hooved one has made his decision. You, young warrior, are marked for death. A special ma.s.s has been called for tomorrow night. They will attempt to call out the forces of darkness. If they succeed, I will do battle with them. You will know at midnight tomorrow night if their calling has been successful. If so, you must take your ... wife and leave the house immediately. Do not attempt to fight them alone, they are too wily for your young age. You both must run and hide in the timber. But, a word of warning: you cannot travel past the set boundaries. You will know them, for they are easily seen. Remember, young warrior, your sole purpose is to destroy this coven, and tablet, if possible."
"Tablet? What tablet?" Sam asked.
"The Devil"s tablet. It is here. Hidden."
"And if I destroy it, what happens?"
"That is an unanswerable question, for it has never been destroyed."
"Wonderful," Sam said sarcastically. "How will I know this tablet?"
"It will know you, for the tablet is evil, and you represent good."
"May I ask what may appear to be a foolish question?"
"Ask."
"Why me? And who are you?"
"That is two questions. Which do you want answered?"
"The first one."
"Because you are who you are."
"Thank you so very much!"
"Sam!" Nydia touched his arm. "Don"t be ugly to ... him."
"You are ... good," the voice rumbled in their heads. "Both of you. Not perfect, but no mortal is. And I have made my decision: I will help you."
They both felt the force withdraw. They sat on the log. by the little creek, staring in amazement at each other.
"Sam?" Nydia said, her voice low. "Is all this a dream? Are we both going to wake up back at school and laugh about this?"
"No. But I wish that were true."
"Sam?"
"Umm?"
"I"m getting cold."
"I brought two blankets and a ground sheet."
"I wonder whatever on earth for?" She grinned shyly, then playfully but gently tickled his ribs. Gently because she knew how bruised they were.
"You really don"t know?" Sam grinned.
"Oh, honestly, I don"t!"
He showed her, both of them a bit timid and embarra.s.sed, wondering if the face behind the voice was watching.
He was. And was both amused and concerned for them.
MONDAY AFTERNOON.
While Sam carefully inspected the two backpacks he had put together, and oiled and cleaned the .45 pistol and the old Thompson SMG, Nydia went unmolested to the kitchen, where she put together enough food to last them several days, carrying it back to their rooms. She encountered several people on the trips, but they ignored her, not looking at or speaking to her. She felt like a stranger in a strange land, unable to speak the language, and fearful of the inhabitants. She saw Jimmy Perkins, and he openly leered at her, rubbing his crotch as she pa.s.sed him. She kept her eyes straight ahead.
She saw Mac in the study, speaking with Black and Falcon. The look she received from the young man was not friendly, and she suspected he had been swayed into accepting the Other Side. When she returned from the kitchen, she saw Vicky sitting on Mac"s lap, the young man openly fondling her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and she knew her suspicions were correct. She did not know how he had been so easily converted, only that he had.
Sam did not seem surprised at the news. "Mac"s weak," he said. "And he hasn"t made many friends at school. The others told me he was a j.a.c.k.-.o.f.f. artist; couldn"t get a date with anyone. That"s probably one of the reasons Black invited him up here; knew he"d be an easy convert."
"Then we"re alone, except for Linda, and I don"t like her," Nydia said. "j.a.c.k.-.o.f.f. artist, Sam? That"s sad."
He shrugged. "Nydia, what is it between you and Linda?"
She shook her head. "I ... hope I"m wrong about her-the way I feel. But I don"t know."
"Come:on, Nydia: the truth. Why don"t you like her?"
She smiled, an obvious effort on her part. "You"re thinking I"m jealous . . . and in part, you"re right. But only a very small part is jealousy, Sam. Hear me out," she raised a hand as he started to interrupt. "It"s time. You remember on the way up here, that first day, the three of us? I told you I knew more about you than you thought? Well, Linda was my source of information. For the first few weeks of school, we roomed together."
"Sure, now I remember: Black had a few dates with her."
"My brother, in his eloquent manner of speaking, told me Linda didn"t put out. That"s why he stopped dating her. But he told her enough about you to get her interested, and she talked about you almost nonstop; almost as if she were desperate to get with you. I had to get out,.move into a different room. But that"s not the main reason, Sam. I don"t trust her. I think she"s one of ... them," she averted her eyes to the door. "And they don"t know it."
"I ... don"t follow you, honey."
"All right, then hear this; tell me what it means: There is a ... peculiar mark on Linda"s chest, just under her left breast. She saw me looking at it and told me it was a birthmark. But that"s no birthmark, Sam. I"ve seen others like it, on people visiting here at Falcon House. One time that same mark was on all the people here. I saw it when they were swimming. I sneaked out of my room to a place just off the pool area. I was just a little girl at the time, but I"ve never forgotten it. They frightened me. I ran back to my room and stayed there the entire time they were here, pretending to be sick."
"What does this mark look like?"
"A five-pointed star."
"Pentagram. I know from watching horror movies that has something to do with black magic, the occult. Why didn"t you tell me about this before, Nydia?"
"1 never gave it much thought, Sam. Things were happening so quickly around here it just slipped my mind. Then all of a sudden, the other day, when she was sitting with us at the table, it came to me ... like a sixth sense in my head." She sighed, "Maybe I"m paranoid."
"And maybe not," Sam said thoughtfully. "We"ll just have to play it by ear while we"re getting ready to run."
She came to him and put her arms around his waist. "Hold me, Sam."
She was trembling, and Sam could sense, with the recently acquired powers of perception and silent communication, that the trembling had nothing to do with fear.
"What"s the matter, honey? I know something is wrong, but I can"t read you."
"Don"t ask me how I know, Sam; I"ve read and heard that some women just sense when they"re pregnant. And I"m pregnant. I know it."
Sam thought, forgetting that she could read his thoughts, I wonder if the baby belongs to me, or to Falcon?
"That"s the problem, Sam. I don"t know!"
"You are to remain close to Sam Balon King," the burning voice scorched into the brain of the receiver. "If all fails here, and he dies, then your only only mission in life will be to stay with Nydia and make certain of the well-being of the child growing within her womb. Accept whatever comes your way, be it feigned faith in their G.o.d, or the life of poverty or prost.i.tution, only the child"s welfare is important-do you understand?" mission in life will be to stay with Nydia and make certain of the well-being of the child growing within her womb. Accept whatever comes your way, be it feigned faith in their G.o.d, or the life of poverty or prost.i.tution, only the child"s welfare is important-do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," her voice was full of strength and awe.
"You are a good actress. Your show to date has been superb. I compliment you."
"Thank you, Master. It was all for you."
"Don"t become gushy, b.i.t.c.h! I cannot tolerate such behavior. You are a woman, your only purpose in life is to f.u.c.k; receiving maleness in whatever hole they choose to stick it in. Don"t forget what I told you."
"I shall not, Master."
"For your sake, I hope not. Now go to them."
"Sam? Nydia?" the knock on the closed door as timid as the voice.
Nydia looked at Sam. "Your sweetie, darling," she said, her voice as warming as an arctic breeze in the dead of winter.
"Retract claws, dear," Sam told her. "We don"t know anything for certain."
"I know one thing for sure. No ... make that two things."
"And that is ... ?"
"She"s got the hots for you, and if she tries to come on, I"ll s.n.a.t.c.h her bald-headed."
Sam nodded his head as he moved toward the door, remembering Nydia"s right cross in the den. He opened the door cautiously, tensely, expecting anything to come leaping at him. But Linda stood there, looking pale and frightened and really, Sam thought, real pretty.
"I read that!" Nydia projected.
d.a.m.n! "Come in, Linda." He closed the door behind her.
"Wow," she said. "What happened to your face?"
"Little accident," Sam said, not really lying to her. "Tell you about it later."
"I ... uh ... just wanted to be with you guys for a few minutes, that"s all. Maybe have dinner with you all this evening, if that"s okay?"
"Of course," Nydia answered for the both of them, thinking, Where would you like to start eating-on Sam?
"And I read that, honey."
"You"re going to read a lot more before this evening is over."