Marc Chadbourn - The Queen of sinister

'No.' Caitlin broke her gaze and returned her attention to the fire, unable to accept what she saw in Mary's eyes. 'It's just a human reaction to all the upheaval. When you're trapped in chaos that makes no sense, it's easy to return to childish ways, believing it's all the result of some supernatural power… God, gods, angels, ghosts-'

'What did you see tonight?' Mary asked pointedly.

'I don't know.'

'You do, Caitlin. It's not rational to deny the evidence of your eyes.'

'Really, I don't know what I saw. It was dark, stormy… It just didn't feel right…'

Mary fished a bottle of Jack Daniel's from the sideboard. 'Gary Smedley offered it to me in return for dispensing something to help him sleep. So who am I to say no,' she said wryly. She poured two shots and handed one to Caitlin before joining her on the sofa. 'Look,' she began, 'I know you're a down-to-earth sort, so there's no point me testing your credulity with all the wild and woolly theories as to what caused this whole mess. But you can't deny that people have been seeing things-'

'I don't deny that people think they've been seeing things.'

'You really do have a poker up your arse, don't you?' Mary knocked back the shot. 'At the risk of souring our friendship, then, let me tell you that my family always believed they were gifted with what they called the sight… second sight.'

'Oh, they could see the future.' Caitlin smiled superciliously. 'Did they win the lottery?'

'Not just the future, missy. Ooh, you really are asking for a clip round the ear.' She poured herself another drink. 'They… believed… they could see things happening at a distance, too, and the past… Anyway-'

'And you've got it.' Caitlin laughed. 'Do you want to read my palm, too?'

There was silence for a few seconds, and when Caitlin looked up Mary was deathly serious. 'I can do a lot of things you'd be surprised about.'

'Go on, then.' Caitlin shrugged. 'I could do with some entertainment.'

Mary shook her head, thought for a moment, and then recanted. She disappeared towards the kitchen and returned with a large glass bowl half-filled with water that shimmered in the firelight. Despite herself, Caitlin was growing intrigued.

'Have you heard of scrying?' Mary asked.

'What's that? A new sport?' Caitlin poured herself another drink, enjoying the fuzzy edge of detachment that the Jack Daniel's gave her.'It's a trick to contact the subconscious. You stare into a bright, mirrored surface — in this case, water — and try to reach a trance state. And then spout whatever rubbish comes to mind.'

'How will I tell when you're under?' Caitlin teased.

Mary waved her silent with mock-weariness, then placed the bowl on a coffee table in front of the fire. 'I use it sometimes to try to… understand what's going on with this world.' Caitlin was puzzled to see a shadow cross Mary's face. 'We might find something that would comfort you.' She winced. 'That's probably not the right word… something that might give you a bit of perspective, perhaps.'

'You're serious?'

'No talking now.' Mary gave a smile, but there was a weight behind it that made Caitlin obey instantly.

Silence descended on the room beyond the crackling of the fire; even the gale at the window seemed to abate. Mary leaned over the bowl and stared into the depths of the water. Caitlin watched her for a while until her attention drifted to the fire and then to the patterns made by the occasional raindrops trickling down the panes. She thought of Liam, snuggled up in his bed, and then of Grant. The lucidity surprised her; she saw past the last few years and was overcome with a surprising rush of warm memories, all the reasons why she had fallen in love, the gentleness, the humour, the way she always felt secure around him. It left her with a deep regret that she had run out in such a temper. She'd make it up to him when she got back; perhaps they'd even have sex. If he was asleep, she could wake him…

'I see something.' Mary's voice was dreamy. Her eyes flickered in the depths of a trance. 'I see…' Her words floated languidly. Caitlin leaned in closer, curious to hear what she had to say.

I see…

At first Caitlin wondered if Mary was playing a joke to distract her; it was the kind of thing she would do. But there was a strange cast to her face, muscles held in an unnatural position, that suggested it was real.

'I see a dragon,' Mary said dreamily. 'Lying in the land. It stirs… a trail… blue… so blue.'

Her words brought a tingle to Caitlin's skin. Though she couldn't explain why, she felt a strange connection.

'It's rising… on powerful wings… above the land now… changing… changing… becoming… Caitlin

Caitlin shivered. Instinctively, she was sure there was some meaning hidden in it.

'And now changing again… Caitlin becoming the dragon once more… and flying… flying over the land..

A spasm crossed Mary's face. After the stillness it was like a bolt, jerking Caitlin out of her intense concentration.

Mary's voice dropped to the barest whisper. 'Something is watching… in the night sky… like a hole in everything… so deep… it goes on for ever… it's sending out… things… to hunt… the dragon… Caitlin… to destroy her…'

Mary threw her head back as if someone had grabbed her shoulders and hurled her against the sofa. Her mouth sagged, her eyes wide and staring, fixed on some spot on the ceiling. She didn't look like Mary at all.

Caitlin jumped in shock. 'Mary…?'

Before she could act, Mary began to speak. At first it was just a mumble, barely audible. But as Caitlin leaned in to hear, the words came out loud and clear. Yet it wasn't Mary's voice. A deep masculine rumble reverberated through it, distorted as though it came from the depths of a well. Caitlin's blood ran cold. It was no trick.

'You have been noticed.' There was a long pause as phlegm rattled in Mary's throat. 'It is coming.'

Caitlin shivered at the growling old-man voice. Who had been noticed? Her second question made a cold shadow move in her heart: And what was coming?

Mary turned her head slightly so that her staring, unseeing-yet-seeing eyes were fixed firmly on Caitlin. 'The Lament-Brood is stalking. They smell your soul.' Another phlegm-rattle. 'They will have you, Sister of Dragons. There is no running.'

Drool ran from the corner of Mary's mouth as tiny tremors rippled through the muscles of her face. Caitlin grabbed Mary's shoulders, afraid that she was on the brink of a fit.

There was an instant when Mary's body went rigid, but then she relaxed, her head sagged and a cloudy, frightened consciousness surfaced in her glassy eyes. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat.

'Just take it easy,' Caitlin said, not really understanding what had happened.

Mary shoved her aside with one flapping arm and reached for the Jack Daniel's bottle. She poured herself a shot with shaking hands and downed it in one go.

'What was that?' Caitlin asked once Mary had calmed a little.

'It's never been that strong before,' Mary said weakly. 'Things have been more focused since the Fall, but that…' She took Caitlin's hand firmly. 'I think there's trouble coming.'

'You mentioned my name.' Caitlin's thoughts were too jumbled under the geological layers of stress of numerous tensions. She collapsed back into the sofa, trying not to cry. 'I can't take any more. Really.' The pity she saw in Mary's face made it even worse.

'Have another drink.'

Caitlin shook her head. 'What just happened?'

'Nothing. Just… silliness.' Her expression gave the lie to her words.

'Nothing makes sense any more.' Caitlin dried her eyes with the back of her hand and stood up. 'I'd better be going. I have to call in at the… the village hall.' She'd wanted to say surgery, but had almost said morgue. 'They need my help.'