In one of those coincidences that happen only once in a while, Calvin came tromping down the gravel driveway, making as much noise as any human possibly could.Uncle Jim? Are you around here somewhere? I parked the car where you told me He stumbled over an uneven spot in the road. And why cant we use flashlights again? Because wewant to break our necks? That last was said quietly; Im not sure he intended anyone else to hear.
Not all of us, said Jim unnecessarily.
Whereare you? Calvin asked.
He couldnt see us though we were no more than forty feet away, and the half-gone moon lit the night. I tried to imagine what it would be like to wander around the night half-blind to everything around you.
Vulnerable.
No wonder people look for monsters in the dark.
Were over here, Jim said, and Calvin changed his trajectory. About half the way over, he saw us. I could see it in his body. Evidently his uncle could, too. The Hauptmans are already here. Hank and Fred are waiting in the monument.
Calvin increased his pace.Everyone is early. Do we have to wait until midnight?
Well see. The earth is rich tonight, Jim said. Waiting for us.
Nature abhors a vacuum, I said. Why arent there nasty things out here sucking up this magic?
Because it is ours, said Calvin.
Shamanisticnot accessible to witch, wizard, or fae? asked Adam in fascinated tones. Ive heard about this kind of place, but never with any detail. I assumed theyd be hidden places.
Not accessible to other kinds of magic users without a lot of work, said Jim. And more time than they are allowedthis is a pretty public place. My grandfather cleaned out a coven. Burned the whole town to do it, and Maryhill never recoveredbut they havent tried again. Im not sure that the fae cant access it; but if they do, they probably can find a place nearby that is more private and almost as powerful. Ley lines are linesthey dont just stop in one place. From what Ive heard, a wizard wouldnt hurt anything, but Ive not seen one here.
The power was here before Stonehenge, said Calvin, but the construct seems to make it more accessible. There are a couple of places near here that were more traditional places of power and probably were better before Sam Hill built this here.
Did Coyote tell you what he wanted you to do with all this magic? I asked.
Coyote? asked Calvin, Who is Coyote?
Coyote, said Jim dryly.
Calvin smiled uncertainly, blinked a couple of times, then seemed to get it.Coyote?
Then he looked at me.She knows Coy He broke off mid-word, staring at me.
Damn, he said in awe. Oh, hot damn.
Watch your mouth, boy, Jim said.
Freakn sh Calvin bit off the last word. Thats why. Thats why you are a walker when your mother is white. Coyote is your freakin father.
I dont know why his reaction offended me. No. I have it on the best of authority that Coyote is not my father.My father was a Blackfeet bull rider who died in a car wreck before I was born. I wasnt completely sure that Coyote wasnt my fatherbut I knew that he didnt think soand I wasnt claiming him if he wasnt claiming me.
Calvin frowned at me.
I am not, I said clearly if through my clenched teeth, Coyotes daughter.
Jim took a deep breath.Glad thats cleared up. Yes, Coyote told me what he wanted me to do. Its all set up inside the circle.
Lets go see it, then, Adam said. He took Calvin by the arm, and said, Follow me. Ill keep you on your feet.
We walked past the heel stone, a sixteen-foot-tall monolith just a little northeast of the rest of the monument and under the continuous ring of cement-formed stone that was the outer edge of the henge. I looked up warily when we walked underneath the cement slab where both hawks were perched.
They were about fifteen feet over our heads, and my inner coyote was sure that wasnt far enough away. We were loud, too; the fine-textured gravel wasnt conducive to quietness.
Hawks hunt by day. Adams grip on Calvin had shifted upward until he just rested a hand on his shoulderbut he was talking to me. As long as Hank doesnt have a gun, wolf trumps hawk at night.
One of the hawks screamed an insult back, and Adam smiled, an expression that was as full of challenge as the hawks cry.
Anytime, hawk, he said. Anytime.
He was still ticked off about being shot, I thought. Come to think of it, I wasnt too happy about that, either.
Calvin and I came about an hour ago, Jim was saying, ignoring the prefight exchange, and set up what we needed with flashlights. Coyote was pretty firm about no visible modern technology for the ceremony. He looked at Calvin, and I was sure he could see in the dark a lot better than hisnephew. Flashlights were mentioned particularly. But Im an old man and a big believer in work smarter, not harder, so we came up with the truck.
Stonehenge consisted of the heel stone, a pair of concentric circlesthe first the ring of lintel stones held up by standing stones, the second a ring of monolithsmaybe eight or nine feet talland an inner court.
The inner court was shaped somewhat like a horseshoe with the open end pointed northeastat the heel stone, in fact. The outer rim of the horseshoe was delineated by five huge sets of stones, each made of two standing stones holding up a lintel stone. They always reminded me of those staples used in furniture building with a small band and tall legs. There were two on each side of the horseshoe and one in the center; all of them are taller than the outer ring, and the center one was taller still. Inside these massive rock sculptures was another set of the monoliths, following the horseshoe pattern.
On top of all of the monoliths, both in the inner court and the outer, were fat, clear glass containers that protected the fat, white, unlit candles inside of them. The candle wicks were mostly blackened, indicating that theyd been used before.
In front of the tallest of the massive cement-pretending-to-be-rock staplelike things, there was an altareight or ten feet long by three feet wide and two feet high.
A few feet in front of the altar, the wood for a small fire had been set on top of what looked like a circle of two-inch-thick coarse gravel, much darker and coarser than the gravel already there. I bent down to touch it, and Jim spoke.
Tomorrow morning, when we can see, well come clean up, he told me. The gravel will make it easy to erase any sign of fire. We dont want to give anyone ideas and have a bunch of teenagers lighting fires up here at night. It will also make sure that the fire doesnt spread. Grass fires happen this time of year, but I dont want to be the one who is responsible for one.
Adam had climbed up on a monolith to take a closer look at the candles, a casual pull-up that hinted at the strength he kept in check. He dropped to the ground and dusted his hands.Hard to light from down here.
We kept the stool I used to put them all up there. Calvin had stayed near Adam but kept taking surreptitious glances at me. Then he frowned. Mercy? Is that a black eye?
I reached up to touch it.
She got into a fight in Wal-Mart, Adam said. Someone who didnt know him probably wouldnt hear the amusement in his voice.
What?
She was attacked in Wal-Mart.
You should see the other woman, I said. I noticed we were missing someone. Wheres Jim? Hed been talking to me just a minute ago. Id have thought that the noisy gravel would keep him from sneaking around. Apparently, Id been wrong.
Hes gone to wash and change. Calvin said. Theres a little building over there, used to be a tourist shop, but its been closed for a few years now. Jim has a key. Id better start lighting the candles. It takes a while.