Phoenix and Ashes

What could it be?

Wait, what if it wasn't something material? This card was about balances, and there couldn't be anything more heavily weighted in favor of the earthly as a symbol than everything that stood in front of her. Except that the dominating Element of this card was Air. So—did it follow that what she was to take was the opposite, immaterial balancing earthly?

'The kiss of peace,' she said, sure now of herself. 'From both of them.'

'Oh, well done!' the Archangel applauded, as Adam and Even came towards them at a wave of his hand. Eleanor tried not to look, but it wasn't easy, when the two of them bracketed her and leaned forward to kiss her cheeks at the same time. She closed her eyes, but she could still feel them there, and as their lips brushed her cheeks, she felt her face flaming.

And that was the moment—

'That was the moment,' Eleanor said, swallowing hard. 'I have gotten something from every one of the cards I passed through—something that stayed with me, that is. But from the Lovers—' She shivered, and looked up at Sarah. 'Responsibility, Sarah! It all came to me, then, just before I fell into sleep. Responsibility! The burden of making the right choices! I—I—' She couldn't put into words what she had felt at the moment; it was just very big, and very heavy, and she was only beginning to see the edges of it. But part of it was that she wasn't just responsible for herself . . . she was responsible for however she affected everyone she came into contact with.

'I'm not going to bother with trying to teach you anything now,' Sarah said, gravely. 'For the life of me, I cannot think what I could offer you that you aren't already getting in your dreams.' And before Eleanor could protest, she held up her hand. 'I am not saying not to come here anymore. But I think you have a new teacher— though I don't know who or what it could be, that can work through dreams.' She shook her head. 'I've heard of that, but no one I know has actually gotten that sort of teaching.'

Eleanor went very still. 'Not even Mother?' she asked softly.

Sarah shook her head. 'Not even your mother.'

Eleanor slipped back into the house well ahead of the return of her stepmother and the girls. They had gone to Longacre Park for a tea party—the expected company had arrived, and with it, an invitation to tea.

And while it sickened Eleanor to hear the girls try to outdo each other in their boasting about how Reggie had been attracted to them, she wanted to hear what had happened. So she sat by the hearth with mending in her hands, and waited for them to come back.

The motorcar rattled and chugged its way into the old stable, and the three came chattering up the walk and in through the door.

Or rather, the girls were chattering. Alison was silent. Rather to Eleanor's surprise, they were not chattering about Reggie; instead they were talking about his aunt.

'. .. dotty!' Lauralee laughed. 'Absolutely dotty! Why she couldn't even keep track of which of us was which! And if I heard one more story about her cat, I think I should have begun screaming!'

'Mother, if that's all we have to worry about, I don't believe you are in any danger of being discovered,' Carolyn said, sounding complacent.

'On the whole, I am inclined to agree with you,' Alison replied, her voice plummy with satisfaction. 'Calling that silly old woman an Elemental Mage is beyond being charitable. She hasn't any more power than a village witch.'

They moved into the sitting-room. Eleanor did not need to work magic to hear them. They spoke as if they were unaware that she was still sitting there in the kitchen.

'Aren't we doing anything tonight, Mother?' Carolyn continued. 'It's Midsummer Eve—I thought you'd decline the invitation to the card party tonight.'

'And not a time when we should be stirring anything,' Alison said warningly. 'No, not on the shortest night of the year. It is true that the boundaries between the seen and the unseen weaken on this night, but it is not in our favor. We will leave the work we performed on May Eve to strengthen—which it will, so long as nothing interferes with it. Our revenants will draw sustenance through the weakened boundaries on their own—and trust me, they have no wish to pass on to the unseen world.'

Revenants? What does she mean by that? Eleanor heard Alison's footsteps on the floor, coming towards the kitchen, and bent studiously over her mending. It was one of Carolyn's tennis dresses; she'd caught the hem and it needed putting up again, so it was a legitimate task.