“You've a lot to answer for. Everyone in town's raving on about me, and you're the cause, Finn. Where did you hear that name, I'd like to know that?”

“Rubinella? That's who I'm to ask for. That note, I know it came from you.”

“Of course it did, boy. You haven't answered me. Who gave the name to you?”

“Letitia,” Finn said, squinting to see some movement in the dark, “Letitia Louise. My wife. She's a Mycer too, you see-”

“I know who she is. I didn't know her name, but I know she's with you. Everyone in town knows about you two, don't you realize that?”

The voice from the darkness was harsh, intense, quite out of patience, and not at all happy with Finn.

“It was she, then, who told you to seek me. Snake should have told me this. She said something else. What exactly was that?”

“To tell Rubinella that-To tell her we needed help, that we needed a seer. Letitia-Letitia's mother, was Liliana, of the Phileas Clan. I was supposed to mention that.”

“Yes, I see.”

The voice was somewhat gentler now, not what Finn would call friendly, but neither so cautious, anxious nor strained.

“The Phileas Clan is strong. Good blood. The males are somewhat hasty, irresponsible at times. The females somewhat-assertive, I suppose. Too inclined to take up with human men.”

Finn felt the color rise to his face, and wondered if the seer could sense that, too.

A laugh, almost-more than she'd granted so far. Somewhere on the edge, throaty but nice, a bit, Finn decided, like Letitia Louise.

“Do you know, Finn, what ‘Rubinella’ means? You have no inkling, I don't know why I asked.”

“It's a name, I suppose. I wouldn't know what it means.”

“It's not a person's name, and it's certainly not mine. It's a Mycer word that means ‘Lady with the power in her hands.’ Your Letitia Louise knows that. The common tongue has twisted it into something else. Anyone in town, Newlie and human alike, will swear it means ‘Mycer-witch-woman-who-can-make-all- your-privates-fall-off.’”

Finn felt the heat again. “Trees and Bees, I surely didn't know that.”

“There's much you don't know, Master Finn.”

“And can you?”

“Can I what?”

“Make their, ah, you-know-whats fall off?”

“You want an honest answer? I don't think so. Listen to me, Finn. Life is not a jest, and your wit is not appreciated here. Not by me, and not by others who are present as well. Your next question's who, and we won't go into that.

“Again, I strongly suggest you spend your time with me-with us, in an earnest and serious quest.”

“I'll-yes, I certainly will,” Finn said, glancing through the darkness at the walls, at the ceiling, searching everywhere, not as anxious for answers as he'd been only moments before.

“Since you entered, I've been getting an image, a very faint picture, closer to a vapor, closer to a blur.”

The Mycer hesitated, and when she spoke again the tension in her voice was clear.

“What I see is bad. Very bad, I fear. I've known that something was wrong in this town for years. Even a child who has a touch of the gift can see that. Sometimes a portal winks open, and the sound of evil leaks out. I knew it was here, but I didn't know where. Your appearance has given me the answer to that.

“Your Letitia was right. It is in that-in that house. The bad thing is there …!”

“What-what is it?” Finn sat on the edge of his stool. “Tell me what you see.”

“I don't see a thing.”

“What?”

“I can't see anything, are you listening or not? It's there, but it's in a blanket spell. I can't get through it. Neither can Snake, or anyone else.”

“Under a spell …” “Under a blanket spell. A blanket covers everything up. You can't see a thing under there.”

“But it's bad.”

“Oh, it's bad. Bad's a good start. I think it's worse than that. Anyone who can do a blanket spell, one that's keeping me out, that's someone-or something-to look out for.”

“And you don't know who it is. Who's using magic like that?”

The seer let out a breath. “Are you impaired in the head? How did you ever charm a bright and lovely Mycer girl? I-Never mind, let me guess.”

“No, I don't know who cast the spell and I doubt I ever will. Don't you see that? Someone who can blanket a house is good enough to hide themselves.”

“I didn't think of that.”

“I don't suppose you did.”

“Yes, but-” Finn was so pleased with the thought, he nearly stood up. “Listen, I think I can help. I've been there, I've seen what you're talking about. I can tell you what it is!”

The seer was very still. Finn thought he heard her breathe. “Well, I'm listening. Please enlighten me, then.”

“Of course. What it is, and no offense-but I doubt it's that important at all-is sort of a prufa-fuffa- gigeegaaka-geeb-”

Finn froze, horrified by the chaos in his mouth. He tried once more, tried to get it right, but the words got tangled every time.

“I can't,” he said, desperate and truly frightened now. “It's there, but I can't spit it out!”

“I sensed you had the image, and I know you cannot let it go. This is very bad indeed …”

“Would you stop saying that, please? That's not helping at all.”

The seer moved then, and he could almost see her, a shadow against the greater dark.

“There's no more I can do. Not now. But listen to me, Finn. What you see, what you've encountered is not what you think, not what you think it is at all. You must, truly, understand that, above all else. Are you listening to me?”

“Yes. I greatly fear I am.”

“That's all I can say now, except you must try to leave that place, and quickly if you can. You, and Letitia, and the thing with shiny scales.”

“You know about her? About Julia Jessica Slagg?”

“What did I say? You have something else with shiny scales? Here, take this …”

Something slid across the floor and lightly touched his foot. Finn bent to pick it up, felt something small and nearly weightless, metal and stone, something so fine it ran through his fingers like sand.

“Tell Letitia to wear it. Whatever you do, don't try and wear it yourself. Do you understand that? Go now, get back to her as soon as you can.”

“Yes, I will.” Finn rose to leave.

“And by the way … those feelings, when you first came in? Strange, wondrous feelings, possibly passion and desire? That was me. I'm older than your Letitia, but a Mycer woman never forgets how to do that.

“Mycer males are easy. And humans like yourself …”

Another throaty laugh, a chuckle in the dark.

“I don't know about that,” Finn said, deciding though, that possibly he did.

“This, uh, place of yours is quite nice,” he said, the first thing to come to mind. “We have some seers back home, and I always feel their shops are sort of-petrified. Like they keep old papers and crawly things about. Potions, jars and nasty pots. Your place, now, smells like ginger, apples, and maybe cherry pie.”

“You have a good nose for the prurient,” the seer said from the dark, “and you're good with food as well. Not too surprising as you're sitting in my kitchen keeping me from supper right now …”

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