Charles Bewitched (Leland Sisters) by Doyle Marissa

Author:Doyle, Marissa [Doyle, Marissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marissa Doyle
Published: 2013-07-07T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

When the moon had begun to slip below the trees, the fairy lord rose from his chair by Persy and lifted one hand. Instantly the torches somehow extinguished themselves, the musicians stopped playing and put away their instruments, and the dancers ceased their frolics and begun to walk sedately toward him. Charles climbed warily to his feet and watched them approach but they ignored him, only pausing to bow respectfully to the fairy lord as they passed through the tall, dark doorway in the side of the barrow.

Charles wanted to rub his eyes in astonishment, but managed not to: where had that door come from? It hadn’t been there a minute ago—

“He opened it, of course,” Margaret said, as if he’d spoken the question aloud. Charles started; he’d nearly forgotten she was there. “That’s one of his powers as our liege lord—to be able to open doors.”

After almost everyone had passed through the door, the fairy lord himself bent to lift Persy in his arms. He looked at Charles and Margaret, lifted an eyebrow, and went through the doorway.

“What’s he going to do with her?” Charles asked in alarm.

“Why, bring her back to her room and let her ladies put her to bed. She’ll wake in a while.”

“Will she remember anything?”

“No, how could she? She’s been asleep,” Margaret said, surprised. “But my brother went into her dreams to be with her so that she wasn’t lonely while the rest of us rejoiced. Didn’t you see him talking to her?”

Charles wondered if Persy might not have preferred to be alone; it seemed rather presumptuous to invade someone’s dreams without their permission. But Margaret was tugging his sleeve.

“Come on—it’s time to go,” she said, and taking his hand, led him through the dark doorway. To his surprise, they were suddenly standing in a broad, twilit field, tilting gently downward toward what he thought might be a lake—at least, there was a darker expanse there that might have been water. The air was soft, warmer than the night they’d left behind.

“How’d he do that?” he asked Margaret.

“Do you think he’d tell his little sister?” she replied.

Hmm. Probably not. He turned at Margaret’s urging and found himself walking uphill, away from the door, which stood like a dark rectangle opening into nowhere in the middle of the field, and uphill toward a great, sprawling house, two or three stories tall, gleaming softly in the violet dusk. He looked up at the sky above it and was astonished to see…nothing. No stars or moon glittered and gleamed in the sky of the fairy lands, and for the first time, Charles felt a little afraid. Eton had always seemed so far from home, but it was no distance at all compared to this.

“Is it nighttime here too? When will the sun come up?” he asked Margaret.

She snorted. “What sun? That is part of your world, not ours. Why do you think we come to your world for our dances? We enjoy your sun and moon and stars.

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