found, he had only secondhand impressions of Carl’s condition.
“Does he really expect us just to wait here?” Barbara demanded of Craig as night began to gather over the swamp.
Craig, no less frustrated than his wife, sighed heavily. “I wish I could tell you there’s something else we can do, but he’s right. What we think we know just doesn’t matter, honey. Not to the law. He’s only protecting himself, and if it weren’t our own children involved, I’d have to agree with him. Two empty crypts and a couple of birth certificates we don’t think are real just isn’t enough. But when Carl Anderson’s body turns up—”
“If it turns up!” Barbara interrupted him, her voice quavering. “And what about Michael and Kelly? Where would they have gone? And why?”
Craig Sheffield could only shrug helplessly. But if another hour passed and the searchers had still turned up nothing, then despite the objections of Tim Kitteridge, he and Ted Anderson intended to join the search.
Not that they had much hope of finding anything—the memory of his last search of the swamp was still all too fresh for him to delude himself about that—but at least he would be doing something.
And doing something, at this point, would be better than waiting.
Waiting and wondering.
Michael rose from the sagging sofa and went to the door.
Though it was dark out now, he couldn’t remember the sunset at all. Indeed, the afternoon seemed to have disappeared, passing without a trace, as Clarey’s silent song had filled his mind.
But this time—unlike those days and nights in the swamp when he’d lost track of time, and been left with nothing more than empty gaps of hours gone from his life—he knew what had happened.
The memories were sharp and clear.
Once more he’d seen the man who until today had come to him only in his dreams, or haunted him in the mirror as he gazed at his own image.
But now he understood that it was not just one man he’d seen, but many.
Every man who had partaken of his youth had been in those dreams, but the visions he had seen of them since he was a child were as they truly were, stripped of their masks of stolen youth.
Old men, ravaged not only by time, but by the evil that had consumed them, preserving their bodies even as it rotted their souls.
This afternoon he had seen them again, and this time he’d seen them for what they were, recognized clearly the corruption within them.
But today he felt no fear of them. Indeed, he felt their own fear, sensed their terror, saw them cowering away from him, knowing he was there, knowing what he intended to do.
And knowing they had nothing left of their own with which to defend themselves.
In each of them he had recognized tiny fragments of his own being, fragments that had reposed within them for years, waiting for him to claim them. And now the time was at hand.
Turning away from the darkness outside, Michael went back into Clarey’s house.
The old woman’s eyes opened. It was fully dark now, and she lifted herself out of her chair, feeling once more the stiffness of her years. With trembling fingers she struck a match and lit the wick of the oil lamp on the table. A soft glow of light diffused the darkness of the room, and Jonas Cox, dozing on the sofa next to Kelly Anderson, stirred at the sudden light. Clarey went to the stove, opening the door to poke at the embers glowing within, and added a couple of sticks of wood from the pile on the floor next to the stove, then put a kettle of water on the burner. As the water heated, and she added coffee grounds to the kettle, she turned to the three teenagers, who were watching her uncertainly.
Kelly still sat on the sofa, her face pale even in the warm lamplight, her eyes expressionless.
Next to her was Jonas Cox, fully awake new, his body as tense as a ferret’s, ready to dart away at the first hint of danger.
Michael was near the door, and as Clarey’s ancient eyes fixed on him, she could see the difference in him, the change that had taken place inside him when he’d come to her, and since then, during the long hours of her summoning of the Circle.
“They be comin’ now,” she said, knowing he would understand her words. “The children be comin’. They be nearby.”
She went back to the stove and poured