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“This isn’t your hall, you know!” Hilary spread her hands wide and glared at Lord Peregrine.
Lord Peregrine shrugged. “It’s more comfortable here, the problem is here, and the best food is here,” he said with irrefutable logic. “What better place to hold a council of war?”
Hilary narrowed her eyes. “I’m not hosting you when the problem isn’t here,” she said. “You’re pushing your luck about the Winter Feast.”
Lord Peregrine smiled blandly and took his seat. “The food is excellent,” he sighed.
Bracken nodded as she brought in the last platter. “You is late, Lord Peregrine, and that lacks politeness.”
“My apologies,” Lord Peregrine briefly rose again and bowed. “I beg forgiveness from Mistress Hilary and the competent and capable Bracken.”
Bracken sniffed. “Thank you, Lord Peregrine, but you will still be late next time.”
Hilary smiled. “But he is still welcome, as are everyone here. You may eat without fear or favour.”
“And that reminds me,” Lord Peregrine said, shaking out his starched napkin. “I shall have to increase your allowance for food, as you seem to be feeding so many of my court.”
“You wouldn’t have to pay me if you made your own court a little more comfortable,” Hilary pointed out, but her heart wasn’t in it. Bracken had taken so much pleasure setting up the dining room that Hilary didn’t have the heart to protest too much. The old table was covered with an immaculate damask tablecloth and the glasses and silverware gleamed in the soft lighting. There were even bread rolls under snowy napkins because Bracken had found an illustration in an old cookbook and liked the idea. The final touch was a bud vase holding a spray of Michaelmas daisies that Samgan had found in a sheltered corner.
Despite Bracken’s best efforts, it was still a council of war. Paul had his blank notebook and pen next to him, while Cabus had sheaves of paper covered in notes next to his plate, the notebooks retrieved by Samgan carefully placed on the bookcase behind him to avoid mishaps. And despite the heavy atmosphere, Hilary could find a faint spark of amusement as she noticed that Tom had a protective arm over the back of Alison’s chair, and that Alison was leaning a little closer to Tom. “The food is nothing fancy,” Hilary said. “Although Bracken has done us proud. But eat up, as I think we’ll need our strength.”
For a few moments there was nothing but the soft scrape of serving spoons. Magnus and Tom heaped generous portions onto their plates, as did Samgan, but Lord Peregrine and Alison were more moderate and, unsurprisingly, Cabus had a token amount on his plate. Finally Cabus broke the silence.
“Whoever added the stones was insane,” he said. “They were a genius, but insane. It amplified the local current, but it also added what I suppose you could call feedback, the spikes and distortions in the energy.” He pushed a morsel of buttered carrot around his sparse plate. “These stones are now bedded into the magical flow, and taking them out is likely to cause problems with the magical flow.” He looked around the table. “Those problems could be explosive.”
“How bad could it get?” Tom asked.
Hilary passed him the bottle of wine. “It could turn out to be nothing, or give anyone with any magical sense a headache.” She took a sip of wine from her own glass. “But it could cause damage. That is, it could cause serious damage.”
“You mean, like buildings falling down?” Tom asked, pouring a glass for Alison before topping up his own glass. “Or could it mean people dropping dead?” Hilary shrugged.
“We can’t just react to what’s happening,” Lord Peregrine said. “This room is strongly warded, and Alison and Paul are both wearing protective talismans, but we are under attack. If we sit around too long, we are at a disadvantage. We have no choice but to take action. We have to remove those stones, no matter what the consequences.” He looked thoughtfully at his glass of wine, the deep red of the vintage glowing in the lamplight. “The consequences of doing nothing are far worse than anything that could happen when we move the stones. We have a demon among us, after all.”
“The werewolves are strong enough to move stones,” Magnus said. He took a forkful of his beef and ale casserole and savoured it for a moment. “Between Tom’s tools and our equipment, not to mention our own paws, we can deal with them. We’re ready when you call.”
“We have two areas of concern,” Cabus said. “We have the stones, and we have Rowan Cottage. This home is threatened, and it is also the centre of the problem.”
“Perhaps we could all stay at my home, at least for a while,” Alison said. “My kids are with their grandparents at the moment so they wouldn’t be in the way, and it could buy time to deal with this... awful situation.”
Cabus shook his head. “You have a generous heart,” he said. “But we can’t leave this place unattended. We cannot let it be taken over by darkness and used as a sort of headquarters. Besides, this is perhaps the most heavily protected place in the area, including Lord Peregrine’s halls. There are ancient protections here that are holding against the dark energy. I can feel them.” He smiled sadly at Alison. “And I think that we’ve already shown that your home is not protected.” Alison nodded and hunched a little lower next to Tom.
“We can’t be in two places at once,” Lord Peregrine said.
“That’s exactly what I suggest that we do,” Cabus said. “We will have one group that removes the stones, and one group that stays here, reinforces the wards, and perhaps acts as a safe haven for those of a magical disposition.”
“Have you found all the stones yet?” Paul looked up from his note-taking. “We know where the old stones are, from before, but we don’t know the locations of all the new ones.”
Cabus shook his head. “The notebooks that I’ve been reading aren’t clear about the exact placement in the woods,” he said. “But most of them are near the cottage. We’ll have to map them out.”
“I may be of some assistance in that endeavour,” Samgan said quietly. “I was drenched in the dark energy while I was confined. Tracing the echo of that energy should not be problematic for me.”
“If I have any say in the matter,” Hilary interjected, “Samgan can identify the stones, but he should stay at the cottage with us when we start fighting back.”
“Can we call it a hall instead of a cottage?” Lord Peregrine interrupted. He looked around the wide dining room with a table that could seat twenty. “There are dozens of rooms that have been added on over the years, plus the attics, and we can’t forget that the cellars are bigger than some houses.”
“It’s a witch’s cottage, it’s called Rowan Cottage, and it’s staying a cottage,” Hilary said firmly. “And Samgan should stay in it while all this fuss is going on. It’s not just that he’s still recovering from a dreadful ordeal.” She paused and smiled across at Samgam. “But he’s also strong, capable and can read the magical energy. Alison should be here, as she can be a target, as should Paul.” She instinctively glanced over her shoulder. “They are both vulnerable and we don’t want the thing in the cellar seeing what stones we’ve found if it’s looking through their eyes again.”
“So those in the house should be your good self, Mistress Hilary, Bracken, the Lesken sisters, Paul and Alison,” Lord Peregrine said. “I will go with Cabus and the werewolves to find and destroy the stones. I’ll warn the rest of my court to keep a distance.”
“I’ll send the wife and kids to my cousin in Harrogate,” Magnus said. “That’s out of the way and it will stop me from worrying.” He looked around the table. “We can’t afford to be distracted.”
“And, as someone who knows what it’s like from experience, if you find that you’re missing memories or feel that you’ve lost a chunk of time, then you need to speak up.” Paul was grim as he tapped his pen on the notepad. “It may even give us clues to what the demon wants. After all, he spoke through me to get Alison here. I guess he thought that he could use Alison to do things in the cottage as well as whatever he had her do while she was sleepwalking.”
“I suspect that the demon had her cover up the stones,” Cabus said. “The traces of mud and exhaustion after the sleepwalking would make it a plausible action, and we’re nearer the stones here than at Alison’s home. After all, the harder it is for us to find the stones, the harder it will be to remove them.” He reached over and patted Alison gently on the hand. “You were very brave to talk about it. And there’s no shame. We’ll look after you now.”
Lord Peregrine took a thoughtful sip of his wine. “Before we can take action, we need to identify the stones.” He looked around the table. “Cabus, I would ask that you stay here until this is over. Not only is it protected, but it gives you access to the notebooks and the stones nearby.”
“I had anticipated that,” Cabus said with a faint smile. “My bag is in my car, and I will not need nourishment for a few days.”
“Arrangements can be made if that’s a problem,” Lord Peregrine said.
Cabus smiled faintly. “I’m sure that there will be no need,” he said. “But thank you.” He turned to Samgan who was eating heartily. “If it suits Samgan, we can go out tonight after this pleasant dinner and start mapping the stones.”
“But it’s dark!” Alison said. “And the weather’s awful.” There was a patter of rain on the dining room window.
“It will not be pleasant conditions,” Samgan said quietly. “But we can prepare dry clothes and set out warm drinks before we leave.”
“And if you think that I’ let you go out in this without me staying up and watching for you, with soup and hot tea ready and the fire nice and warm, then you don’t know me at all,” Hilary said firmly.
“We shall be on watch,” Bracken said. “You will take care?” she asked Samgan anxiously.
“I will take care, little Bracken,” Samgan said with a soft smile. “And knowing that you will wait for me will keep me warm.”
Lord Peregrine raised an eyebrow, but he carried on with the plans. “I shall come with you,” he said. “It will not be perfect conditions, but we can all see in the dark, and the sooner it is dealt with, then the sooner we can remove them.”
“The sooner we can identify them, the sooner I can work out the best order to remove them,” Cabus said. “That will be the harder challenge.”
“Then eat up,” Magnus said pragmatically. “Of course I’m coming with you, and the sooner we start, the sooner we can get back into the warm.”



















