nostrils in Mary’s direction, let out a hollow bark, then a whimper, and fled.
They took only a few steps before Lucy realized the coach in which they had arrived was no longer there.
“Very well,” said Mr. Morrison. “It does seem rather hopeless, but it’s not. Not entirely. Here is what we are going to do.”
He never had a chance to explain his plan, however, because right then men emerged from the woods. There must have been a dozen of them, their long rifles raised to their eyes as they advanced like soldiers upon a battlefield. These were not revenants, but mortal men.
“They cannot harm me,” Mary said quietly, “but I cannot disarm them all before they fire their weapons. The chance of harm coming to you or Mr. Morrison is too great.”
“What do we do?” asked Lucy.
“You may have to confront Lady Harriett now. Tonight.”
“I am not ready,” Lucy said. She felt light-headed and terrified. She was not ready for this. The confrontation could not come now. “I don’t know what to do. You and Mr. Morrison know what you are doing, but I do not.”
“You will have to be ready,” Mary said. “The book is yours. Be worthy. Take what the book offers. Remember what I told you. Twelve pages and twelve enchantments. Power and luck. Do not depend upon them, but know that the pages want you to succeed.”
“You
His voice cut through the buzzing in her head, the cold grip of fear. There was something else. A warm feeling she hardly understood until she realized that he held her hand firmly in his own. He smiled at her, and Lucy managed a smile in return. She would be ready. She had to be.
One of the men stepped forward to collect their weapons. They took Mr. Morrison’s guns and bag, and they took Mary’s guns, but they did not search her or Lucy other than to ask them to remove their pelisses to make certain they contained no weapons. Lucy still had the pages of her book and many more things besides hidden in the folds of her frock. She did not know that she would be able to put what she had to use, but it made her feel better to have at least something.
Half the men moved behind them, with two at each side, and two in front. They were then marched along a path around the back of the estate. Lucy huddled close to Mary, and Mr. Morrison walked behind the two of them, trailed by Mrs. Emmett, who hummed softly to herself.
The men led them through a narrow path that bisected a thick wood. Off in the distance they saw glowing lights through the trees, and Lucy perceived that they were coming upon some sort of habitation. In another moment or two she began to hear a repetitive and discordant clicking noise, one she had heard before. It took her a moment to recognize it as the beat of stocking frames. They were hard by the newly built mill. It was low and flat and wooden. Despite the late hour, it was in full operation.
The path took a sharp turn around a thick and ancient copse that had been obscuring their vision, but when they came out into a clearing the mill was revealed, larger than Mr. Olson’s old mill, nearly twice as large. Though it had few windows, the light blasted out of them as though the building were on fire. It was also guarded. Here was a mill that would stand against the Luddites. Armed men stalked the perimeter, and there was even a tower from which one man stood with a long rifle. The guards showed no alarm at their arrival, however. Near the door, a burly man with a few days of beard raised his upper lip in a sneer.
“Got them, did you?”
“Likely so,” said one of the armed men.
“We was told to expect only three women.”
Lucy looked around, not knowing what he meant, but walking alongside was Sophie Hyatt. How long she had been with them, and how had she joined them without the armed men knowing or objecting? Lucy turned to her. “What do you do here, Sophie? It isn’t safe.”
She shrugged. Whatever her reasons, she was unwilling to write it upon her slate.
These men would hardly let Sophie go, but Lucy wished to try something.
She could not simply react to whatever circumstance Lady Harriett presented. She would need to plan ahead, form her strategy, anticipate her enemy’s actions. While the armed men talked among themselves, Lucy took the deaf girl aside. The others watched as the girl wrote a few things on her slate. Lucy nodded, and Sophie wiped away her words with her palm. And though she hated to take the risk, Lucy did what she had to. She put herself at risk, she put Sophie at risk, and worst of all, she put Emily at risk, but to not take that chance would be to condemn them all.
“You will not betray me?” Lucy asked.
Sophie shook her head.
It would have to be good enough. Lucy prayed it would be.
At last the guards opened the door for them, and the armed men gestured for them to go inside. They did not follow. Lucy stepped inside and saw a mill much like Mr. Olson’s previous establishment, though better lit for the nighttime work, and far, far bigger. There was row upon row of women and children and the elderly, working their stocking frames as overseers walked the space between them, cudgels at the ready. It was an almost deafening tumult from the machines as they churned out their hosiery, and the noise was interrupted only by the occasional thwack of a cudgel or the cry of a stricken worker.
Mr. Olson now came up to them, hobbling upon a cane, one leg bulky under his trousers where it was no doubt wrapped in bandages. He was red in the face, and his eyes were sunken and ringed with alarming blackness, and yet there was a look of contentment, almost childlike happiness, on his face. Lucy had never seen him so happy, and she could not help but see his mood as a dark sign.
“Ah, Miss Derrick,” said Mr. Olson, waving his hand in a vestigial hint at a bow. “Reunited at last. And I am told Mr. Buckles is on his way, too.”
Lucy snorted. “You cannot still think to force me to marry you.”
“We are past that, I fear,” he said. “What happens now is all in Lady Harriett’s hands. She wishes for you to meet her in her chamber. Follow me, though we shall not move too quickly, I fear. I’m not so limber as I once was.” This last was said without bitterness. Indeed, he barked a little laugh.
“I think we are all quite comfortable here,” said Mr. Morrison. “Well, perhaps comfortable is overstating it a bit, but we are as comfortable as we should hope to be. I think if Lady Harriett wishes a word with us, she ought to come out here.”
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said Mr. Olson, leaning heavily upon his cane. “You have been rude to me in the past, and I am grieved to see you would continue this infamous tradition.”
“You may call it rudeness if you like, but I am determined. Now run along and fetch her. We are waiting patiently.”
“It is too loud,” said Mr. Olson. “The noise will distress Lady Harriett’s ears. She has condescended to speak with you, and it is wrong to reject her generosity.”
There was something in his tone that seemed familiar to Lucy. It took her a moment, but then it occurred to her that he was acting and speaking like Mr. Buckles. Could it be that Lady Harriett had worked some sort of enchantment upon him, and she now worked it upon Mr.
Olson?
“No doubt this entire building is well warded,” said Mr. Morrison, “but she will have particular protections in her chamber. I don’t think that suits us. As for the noise, if she doesn’t care for it, send your workers home.”
The expression of good humor dropped from Mr. Olson’s face. “Have you any idea what a night’s labors is worth?”
“No,” said Mr. Morrison. “Nor do I care. But I believe I understand what Lady Harriett’s patronage is worth to you.”
Mr. Olson stared at him, and then turned to limp off to the far end of the mill. In a few moments the overseers removed whistles, and began to let out a series of sharp tones. The workers looked about in surprise, but were soon setting down their hose and exiting the building. It took perhaps a quarter hour for them all to depart, and soon the five of them found themselves standing alone in a cavernous and deserted building. Without the workers and their sounds, the space seemed larger and even more forlorn. The overseers were gone, and strange though it was, Lucy would have felt comforted by their presence. Perhaps they might have acted as a restraint upon
