"You don't believe in Christ?"
"Of course I do, but a Roman lance doesn't last for thousands of years. It was lost long ago."
"Do you believe in the Grail?" he asked.
"The Grail is a historical fact. It's been found and lost twice in recorded history. The spear has never been authenticated. It's passed around like the bones of some saint, but it's just bait for the gullible."
"Do I look gullible, Anita?"
"No," I said. "How did it get to the mountains of Tennessee?"
"The spear was given as a private gift to President James Madison."
I frowned at him. "I don't remember that from history class."
"It is listed among the gifts from a certain Mideastern principality. One spear. Roman. Unfortunately, it was one of the items that went missing after the British burned and sacked Washington, D.C., in 1815."
"I remember reading about the burning of the White House during the War of 1812. Valuables went missing. So, say you're right. How did it end up here?" I asked.
"Howard has chased it here through his psychic gifts. The spirits have led us to this place. We hired a diviner, and he traced off the boundaries of our search area. That area lies within Greene's land."
"Search the land," Richard said. "You don't have to buy it to do that. You don't have to disturb the trolls to search for a spear."
"It could be buried anywhere on the land, Richard. I don't think Greene would appreciate us tearing up his property unless we owned it."
"I'm amazed that Greene is still alive," I said.
"We looked into his father's will. Did you know that if the man's son dies, the land becomes an animal preserve? He was enamored of your trolls, Mr. Zeeman, was the late Farmer Greene."
"I didn't know that," Richard said.
"Why should you? John Greene, the man's son, is trying to sell to us. He told us all the provisions of his father's estate. He was complaining about them, but it saved his life. So we must buy the land, and the trolls must be gone for that -- unless you will simply stop fighting the sale in court." Niley smiled at Richard. "Would you do that for me, Richard? Would you just let us buy the land? I promise we will disturb your trolls as little as possible."
Richard leaned over to me and whispered, "Are you running your foot up and down my leg?"
I looked at him. "No."
Richard scooted his chair back with a loud scrape. He moved closer to me, one arm going around the back of my chair. "Once you own the land, Niley, you can bulldoze it, and we can't stop you. The only thing we can do is stop your purchase."
"Richard, you disappoint me. After our little tete-a-tete in the bathroom, I thought we were friends."
Richard blushed almost purple from his neck to the roots of his hair. "Why did you kill Betty?"
"Why, to frame the trolls for the death of a person. I thought you would have figured that out by now."
"Why Betty?"
Linus answered in his high, musical voice. "She was a liar, a traitoress, and a wanton thing. She opened herself to evil."
Power breathed off of Richard from the arm against my back. An almost visible aura of heat rose around him. It clicked with something deep inside of me. I put a hand on his thigh. He jumped until he realized it was me, then settled back. I thought soothing thoughts at him. But what he was thinking of was Betty, and the thought was strong enough that he made me flash on her body. I had one quick visual of her torn br**sts, and he stood so abruptly his chair fell to the floor. His hands were on the table, and he swayed softly. I thought he might faint.
I started to touch him, but was afraid to, afraid he'd see more. Shang-Da came to take his arm.
The voices around us had quieted, hushed. Everyone was looking. "Please, Richard, sit down," I whispered.
Shang-Da helped him sit. We all waited quietly, watching each other until the voices around us rose and everyone went back to eating. Howard whispered, "Your auras converged for a moment. They became one piece and flared. What are you to each other?"
Richard's voice squeezed out, "Betty wasn't perfect, but she didn't deserve to die like that." He leaned his face down toward the table, and I realized he was crying.