this electrical stuff going on. We will just wait and see. I suggest you sit down and get some rest.”
And like that, the doctor was gone. He didn’t wait for questions, he just moved on.
Kate and Janus both sat down.
“What do we do now?” Kate asked. “We’re sitting ducks here. If Lord Halloween finds out… he can come right on in. Maybe get Quinn while I’m away.”
“We’re not in Loudoun County, remember? He doesn’t know you are here,” Janus said. “And this is a pretty public place. If someone shows up randomly to visit Quinn, it’s going to be a tip off that he might be Lord Halloween.”
“Still, there are…”
“I know, I know,” Janus said. “There are lots of things that could happen. But he is in good hands for now. I won’t tell Laurence where you guys are. We can limit how many people know.”
“He might have followed us,” she said.
“I don’t know,” Janus said. “It’s your other attacker I’m worried about. You said he just disappeared?”
“I don’t know where he is,” Kate said. “But he has a penchant for dressing up. So I don’t think he will be hard to spot if he shows up again.”
“You said this was connected to the incident out on Phillips’ farm?” Janus asked. “The word ‘Sanheim’ carved into a tree?”
“Yes, why?” Kate asked.
“It’s funny but… Look, I didn’t remember back then, but I know that word.”
“It means Halloween,” Kate said.
“Yeah, but it also refers to something else, I think,” Janus said. “When I was young, my Mum told me about some legend. Some Celtic thing.”
“What are you talking about?” Kate asked.
“The Prince of Sanheim,” Janus said. “Somebody who worships the Celtic God of the Dead and gains great power on his feast day.”
“Halloween,” Kate said.
“Yes,” he said.
“What more do you know about it?”
“Nothing, really,” Janus said. “It was just some spooky story told to kids. There was a rhyme connected with it. ‘Fifty men went up a hill, none of them came down. Fifty men went to see him, none of them were found.’ But I don’t remember any details.”
Kate’s mind was racing. Whatever this was, it seemed significant. If it wasn’t connected to Lord Halloween-a possibility that didn’t make much sense to her-it could be related to this legend somehow. She looked back at Quinn. She needed him to be all right, but she also needed to keep working.
“I’m going to watch him,” Kate said. “But I need a few things. I need you to get some stuff from our hotel, I don’t care how. The files, the security tapes. We need a VCR. And I need an Internet connection.”
“It’s the middle of the damn night,” Janus said.
Kate looked at him. “And you’ve never done a little midnight breaking and entering before?”
Janus smiled. “All right, but if I get put in jail, you are posting bail.”
Quinn was standing on a hilltop, looking out over a grand vista of earth and sky. Lush, rolling green hills spilled out before him and in the distance he could see the ocean. He was standing on a cliff, yet he felt no fear. He wondered if he jumped off if he could even fly.
“I wouldn’t try that just yet,” a voice said.
Quinn turned to find a man standing there. He looked familiar and then he remembered. He was the man from his dream. He hadn’t remembered it when he had woken up, but he remembered it now. The man had given him a hint.
“You told me to find Tim Anderson,” he said.
The man nodded. “It was just a hint.”
“He didn’t know the killer,” Quinn said.
“No, but he knew enough,” the man said. “He told you what you need to know.”
“Which is what?”
“I can’t tell you everything Quinn,” he said. “I’d like to-I really would. But that’s not the way this goes.”
The man looked at the sky, which was a bright blue. Quinn could hear seagulls, feel the wind racing around him.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the man said.
“Where are we?” Quinn asked.
“Technically, you are in a hospital bed in Bluemont,” the man said.
“The Horseman? He didn’t kill me?”
The man chuckled at that and turned back to Quinn.
“He might yet, but not this time, no,” he said.
“Did you create him? Does he work for you?”
“I’m not familiar with the story, Quinn, but I don’t believe that he works for anyone but himself.”
“He’s fictional. He isn’t real.”
“You made him real,” the man said. “If he works for anyone, it’s you.”
“But he’s trying to kill me.”
“Yes, that’s true.”
“What’s going on? Who are you? Why am I here?”
“I’ll tell you a story, Quinn,” the man said. “I can’t say for certain that it’s true. It was a long time ago and it’s hard to remember. Centuries ago, a small village in what you now call Ireland was under attack from a neighboring tribe. They were losing badly. After a raid which resulted in the deaths of most of the young men and the kidnapping of many women, the town elders made a deal.”
“With whom?”
“Sanheim, the god of the underworld. The deal was extreme. They had only a few young men and women left, yet their survival was on the line. They agreed to sacrifice a young man and woman-kids, really-to Sanheim. They tied them to a post, bound their wrists together and left them there to die. But they didn’t die, Quinn. A few days later, they returned to the village and the young man-who had seemed just like a boy-was now a powerful warrior. The woman was his priestess. The town elders were frightened by what had happened, but pleased. Their sacrifice had been accepted.”
“The man and woman left for the neighboring village the next day. Some of the women that had been kidnapped returned after that, but, according to legend, no member of the rival tribe was left alive. The town elders were very pleased. Everything had gone as they wanted. Except when the man and woman returned to them, they didn’t work for the town elders. They were the ones giving the orders. And those that resisted them disappeared. It wasn’t long before the two ruled the tribe openly. When there was battle to be done, the man led the charge. When there were decisions to be made, the woman made them.”
“So you’re the man in that story?” Quinn asked.
“No,” the man said, and chuckled. “Few of the chosen live long. You’ll find out why soon enough. Though he did live a very long time. In the end, he got sloppy, corrupt. They all do. Start out anxious to please and end up living for themselves.”
“Who are they?”
“They are called the Prince of Sanheim. The name just refers to the man, of course. Which is an advantage, really, since no one really knew what a big part the woman played. They are two that can be joined together, in body, spirit and soul. Once they pass the trials of Sanheim, they are like gods on earth. That’s what the legend says, anyway.”
“I still don’t get what this has to do with me,” Quinn said, but he was beginning to understand.
“Oh, I think you do,” the man said, and stared at Quinn. It was unnerving. The man’s red eyes bored into Quinn as if he could see all his thoughts and memories. “You’ve always known you were different, that you were special. You feel it only a few months a year, but in those months you call September and October, you felt powerful, unafraid. If you hadn’t talked yourself into being afraid, you would have reveled in the dark and the night.
