The Witches of Merribay (The Seaforth Chronicles Book 1) by Smash B.J

Author:Smash, B.J. [Smash, B.J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: B.J.Smash
Published: 2013-02-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

The morning sunshine spilled into the room, casting golden rays over the lavender walls. A few screenless windows were open, permitting a crisp breeze to pass into the room, ruffling the herbs and flowers upon the sills. The earthy smell of herbs wafted through the house.

“Let me explain my current situation,” Izadora said. “I certainly don't mind being sprite and young, but as the day goes on, I grow older and older, courtesy of my brother, Izaill, and his wicked curse. To top it off, I must do something gruesome each evening at sundown. It is called the mother-maiden-crone curse.” She sat opposite me in a plush white chair. Her posture was one of royalty, with her spine straight, legs crossed at the ankle, and hands in lap.

“I get it. Like the maiden, you are youthful and energetic. Then you are like the mother, getting older, and used to the world. Finally you are the old woman, old and wise, and then—”

“I die.” She sighed.

Dawning on me, I realized what she meant. “You must die every single evening?”

“Correct. And it's not a pleasant time, I must inform you,” she said.

“She must—” Drumm started to say.

“Well, let's not get into what I must do. Let me just explain to you that I am entirely sick of this curse, and I need you to get me one more thing before I can end it.”

I swallowed hard. Thoughts of Magella and her orange-red eyes and water-logged face came to mind. “I don't know if I can go back there…to Magella's.”

“Oh, hogwash. I do not intend to send you back to that old hag's residence.” She smoothed her wavy red hair and then carefully placed her hands back in her lap. “No, no. I will ask you to…” She smiled, revealing pearly teeth. One eyetooth overlapped the large front one beside it, giving her smile an exotic, striking appearance.

“Well?” I said.

“I intend to send you to my mother's grave. You must dig up the grave and find me the yellow ribbon. It will most likely be pinned to her dress.”

Squirming in my seat, I uncrossed one leg and crossed the other. My hands held firm to the arms of the chair. “To—to your mother's what?” I knew what she said, but I had to clarify.

“Grave,” both Drumm and Izadora said simultaneously.

“Grave,” I whispered under my breath. Now she expected me to dig up and rob a grave. “A grave robber,” I said bluntly.

Izadora smiled her enchanting smile once again.

“I can go with you, but you must dig up the grave yourself,” Drumm said.

Feeling some relief that he would be able to come along, I wagered in my mind what I would gain if I did this. “My father will then be rescued?”

“Once this spell is removed, there is nothing stopping me,” she said.

Thoughts of my father flooded my mind. Our family vacations. Our life back in New Hampshire, and how he used to cook my sister and I crepes and fill them with ice cream.

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