Blythewood (27 page)

“Like Miss Sharp?”
“Exactly. They would never allow Miss Sharp to marry because of the madness in her family—or Miss Corey because of
that peculiar skin of hers, or Miss Frost because of a tendency
to drink and corpulence.” Nathan’s voice changed, as it did
when he was repeating something he’d heard or read.
“You’ve
read
the files?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “At first I was just looking for mine.” He
opened a drawer and took out a slim manila folder and smiled
at it ruefully. “Honestly, I just wanted to know more about my
father. He died when I was so young, you see. So I don’t recall
much about him. Louisa used to tell me there wasn’t much to
know. He was a wealthy man from an old family. Simon Beckwith.” He held open the folder to a chart with a family tree and
pointed at the names of Simon Beckwith and India Montmorency joined together with a lowercase
m
and the date 1893. Below them were Louisa and Nathan’s names and their birthdate,
February 12, 1894.
“I didn’t know you and Louisa were twins,” I said.
“We were so unalike that people often forgot,” Nathan said
with a rueful smile.
“What are these symbols?” I asked, pointing to a bell and
an eye next to Dame Beckwith’s name and an acorn next to Simon Beckwith’s.
“Traits. A bell means the ability to ring the bells—not as
a chime child—the symbol for that is a circled bell, but as you
see, that’s very rare. My mother had the ability to ring the bells
and to influence people with a glance of her eyes. I apparently
got the bell-ringing ability from her, but not the fixing people
with a steely gaze . . .” Nathan bulged his eyes out at me and
I laughed, the sound echoing strangely in the underground
corridor. I wasn’t so sure he hadn’t inherited something of his
mother’s penetrating gaze. “And I certainly didn’t inherit my
father’s personality. The acorn is a symbol of steadfastness.”
“Oh,” I said, trying not to smile. “I didn’t know your mother
was a Montmorency.”
“Oh yes, she’s from the original founding families and so
was Simon Beckwith. I must have been a disappointment to
them. All I got was bell ringing, but look at Louisa. She got
steadfastness, the penetrating gaze
and
bell ringing. Imagine
their dismay to lose such a valuable breeder.”
“That’s not fair, Nathan! Your mother loved  .  .  .
loves
your sister. I could tell from how she looked when she talked
about her.”
“Oh yes, I’m sure she was fond of her, but if she loved her
would she have done this?” Nathan held the folder closer to the
lantern. I noticed his hand was shaking and was afraid he might
set it on fire. I had to steady his hand to make out what he meant.
A faint pen stroke had been drawn through Louisa’s name. Below it, in delicate script that I recognized as Dame Beckwith’s
handwriting were written the words “Lost in the Blythe Wood,
August 1911. NLVBL.”
“What does NLVBL mean?”
“I asked myself the same question. That’s when I started
looking though the other files to find that notation. I found it
right away in Euphorbia Frost’s file and your mother’s.”
“My mother’s?”
He opened another drawer, retrieved a file, and showed
me another chart. I glimpsed a long line of Halls intermingled
with Rutherfords, Vanderbilts, Morgans, and Montmorencys
(Georgiana and I were related!) that ended with my mother’s
name. The same florid pen stroke had crossed out her name
with the notation “Lost in the Blythe Wood, 1893. NLVBL.”
“But my mother came back!” I said. “Why doesn’t it say that?”
“Because it doesn’t matter,” Nathan replied. “She was still
NLV BL.”
“But what . . . ?
“No longer viable bloodline.”
I stared at Nathan, desperately trying to think of something else the initials could stand for, but I couldn’t come up
with anything.
“You see, that’s why they haven’t bothered trying to find
Louisa. As far as they’re concerned, she’s already ruined.
They’ve given up on her, but I haven’t. I’m going into the woods
to find her. And if I can’t find her I’ll take one of the Darklings
and hold him for ransom until they give me Louisa back.”
“Why are you so sure it was a Darkling that took Louisa?”
“I saw how that fiend looked at you that night in the woods
and on the day on the lawn. If the bells hadn’t rung he would
have grabbed you. And what do you think those crows were
about? The Darklings sent them. You saw in the candelabellum
how the Darkling broke up into the crows. They’re one and the
same thing.”
“But the crows felt . . .
different
.”
Nate gave me a strange look. “They felt the same to me—
same black wings and black beady eyes. And they both disappeared when the bells rang. And I bet they’re both vulnerable
to this . . .” He slid a silver dagger out of his pocket, identical to
the one that Mr. Bellows had given Miss Sharp when we were
attacked by the crows.
“That belongs to Mr. Bellows! How did you get it?”
“I took it from him when he was goggling at Miss Sharp. He
didn’t even miss it. It’s not like he’s making any use of it. Everyone here knows that those monsters are in the woods preying
on innocent girls and no one’s doing anything about it. Because
they don’t think it’s worth saving a girl once she’s been taken.
They think she’s worthless, just as they thought your mother
was worthless. They banished her when she came back. Well,
I don’t think Louisa is worthless, no matter what’s happened
to her. I’m going to take a Darkling hostage and get her back.”
I didn’t think Nathan was strong enough to take a Darkling
hostage, but I didn’t tell him that. “Even if you could get Louisa
back,” I said instead, “you must remember that she might not
be the same. She might be possessed by those shadow creatures . . . like my mother. She was never completely . . .
right
.
She could never settle. She moved us from place to place. She
never trusted anyone. And then she began drinking the laudanum . . .”
“But at least you had her,” Nathan said. “At least she came
back. I won’t stop until I find Louisa . . . and make the bastards
that took her pay. Everyone goes home for break in a few days.
The solstice is considered so dangerous that they send everyone home and then cower in the castle, leaving poor old Gillie
to patrol the woods. I can easily slip past him. I’m going into
the woods and I’m not coming out until I’ve caught one of the
Darklings and made them give Louisa back.”
He glared at me, daring me to argue with him. But I didn’t.
Instead I told him that I’d go with him.

I HAD KNOWN for several weeks that I would be staying
over the winter break. Early in December I had received a letter from Agnes telling me that my grandmother had decided to
spend the winter in Europe.

I had hoped to get a chance to see you so we could
have a good long talk about all that you have seen and
done at Blythewood, but am afraid that will have to
wait for the spring when we return. Caroline Janeway
sends her regards and says that if ever you need to get
away from Blythewood for a spell you are welcome to
stay with her.

I hope you will not be too lonely staying there
over break. I stayed during winter break one year and
rather enjoyed the solitude. Christmas at Blythewood
is a magical time.

Such hints were the only references Agnes ever made to
the true nature of Blythewood. I guessed that she didn’t want
to commit anything sensational to writing and she was waiting
for us to meet in person to talk about all I had learned since she
left me at the Grand Central Station in September. I suspected
from what Agnes had said about “the old ways” that she didn’t
approve of everything that went on at Blythewood. I wondered
now if the old ways she had so despised had to do with the
charts in the dungeons recording the family bloodlines. Had
Agnes been deemed NLVBL and denied marriage? From the
way Mr. Greenfeder had looked at her I didn’t think he would
agree. I would have also liked to ask her if
she
thought all the
fairies were evil—especially the Darklings. She knew I’d found
the black feather beside my mother. Did she think a Darkling
had killed her? But until I could talk to Agnes, the only answer
might come from the Darkling himself.

Which was another of the reasons I agreed to go into the
woods with Nathan. All we had to do was wait for everyone to
leave the school for break. Most of the girls left right after final
exams on the Wednesday before Christmas in a flurry of automobiles and carriages, trunks and hatboxes, cheerful shouts
and tearful partings. Watching them go it was hard not to envy
the homecoming they were headed toward. They all
belonged
somewhere. But where did I belong?

For a little while I’d thought it was here, but since my argument with Helen I wasn’t so sure. Although Helen tried to
smooth things over I couldn’t forget that I wasn’t her “sort of
people.” Daisy, sensing the strain between Helen and me, had
been acting like a skittish cat, unable even to be in the same
room with the two of us. I almost would have been glad to see
the two of them go, but Daisy had volunteered to stay an extra day to help Sarah Lehman catalogue Miss Frost’s samples.
Helen, because she lived so close, was waiting until her mother

“Mother says you’re welcome to come,” she invited me
stiffly. “Although we will no doubt be treated to a boring array
of old men my mother would like to marry me off to.”

I thanked her just as stiffly for the invitation, but the last
thing I wanted was to witness a parade of potential suitors for
Helen. Although I had not peeked at the van Beeks’ files (that
would have been dishonorable) I was sure that Helen must be
considered the cream of the Blythewood crop. She might complain about her mother lining up suitors for her, but at least she
was considered marriageable. So I told Helen that I’d already
promised to catalogue books for Miss Corey. I didn’t’ mention
my plans to sneak into the woods with Nathan
.

“She and Miss Sharp are staying at Violet House, but they
promised to check in on me.”
“Won’t you be terrified here all alone?” Daisy asked as we
watched Gillie ferry the last coach to the train station and an
eerie silence descended over the castle and the grounds. “Especially on the solstice.”
“Gillie’ll be here,” I replied, perhaps not altogether convincingly, as I saw Daisy and Helen exchange a worried look,
“and Sarah. As long as we all stay in the castle during the solstice we’ll be perfectly safe.” Of course I didn’t mention that I
wasn’t planning to stay inside during the solstice.
The next morning we awoke to a couple of inches of new
snow and predictions of another storm on the way—enough to
make travel slow, but not to justify my roommates’ reactions.
“I’m afraid I’ll get stuck on a train somewhere in Ohio,”
Daisy said. “I’ve wired Mother and Father that it’s best if I stay
here.”
“And I’ve told my parents that I want to stay over break and
get a head start on my studies for the spring,” Helen said.
“And they believed that?” I asked incredulously.
Helen smirked. “No. They think I’m avoiding the ancient
groom Mother’s picked out for me—and they’re right. I hear
he’s twice my age and has a face like a dead mackerel. But he’s
also from one of the oldest families in New York—the van
something-or-others—and rich as Croesus. Mother’s so angry
at me she’s convinced Daddy to sail to Europe for the spring
season. She thinks I’ll mind missing Paris, but I don’t. Really.
Think how cozy we three can be here all on our own. It will be
loads of fun.”
I didn’t think being stuck alone with Helen and Daisy all
break would be cozy, nor did I believe my roommates’ excuses
for staying for a minute. They had clearly decided that I mustn’t
be left on my own, which made it very inconvenient to get away
from them to go into the woods with Nathan. He was adamant
that he needed to go in on Friday night—the night of the winter
solstice. “All the creatures will be out that night.”
I thought that was a good reason
not
to go into the woods
on that night, but Nathan thought it made it more likely that
he’d find a Darkling. I still wasn’t sure how he planned to capture one of them, but I knew I didn’t want him to go into the
woods by himself.
Without the bustle and noise of students in the castle, we
could hear the wind groaning through the acres of woods at the
edge of the lawn. The woods felt, in fact, as if they had come
closer to the house, as if the very trees knew we were alone and
would creep up on us when we weren’t looking. Eating dinner
in the Great Hall with Nate and Sarah, Helen and Daisy, and
only old deaf Bertie to wait on us, our little group seemed like a
band of pilgrims who had wandered into a medieval castle seeking shelter from some dreadful disaster—plague or civil war.
The great columns that held up the arched ceiling loomed over
us like trees in a forest. Winds shook the panes of the stainedglass windows, rattling the swords and shields of the seven
sisters standing guard between us and the woods. I thought I
could just make out a tinkling sound that might have been ice
crystallizing on branches, but that reminded me of the bells of
the candelabellum beneath us in the dungeons, spinning their
stories in the dark.
After dinner we played flush and trophies in the Commons
Room until eleven, and then left Nathan and Sarah to go upstairs to our room. Our steps echoed strangely in the nearly
empty castle. Daisy’s and Helen’s silly chatter sounded frail
and thin as birdsong in the stairwell. Wind rattled the windowpanes on the landings as if it were trying to get inside. Our
room was icy, but we were all too tired to build a fire. Instead we
climbed into our beds under extra quilts.
I waited until Daisy’s and Helen’s replies to each other
grew shorter and farther apart and then finally subsided. Then
I waited through the midnight tolling of the bells before stepping out of bed. I’d worn wool stockings to bed under the navyblue bloomers we wore for archery class, along with a navy-blue
jersey and heavy socks. I carried my boots as I crept out of the
room and down the back stairs to the back door by the scullery
where Nathan was waiting for me, sitting on the bottom step
beside a lit lantern, its wick trimmed to a faint glow.
“There you are,” he whispered. “I didn’t think you were
coming. A few more minutes and I’d have gone without you.”
“I had to wait for Daisy and Helen to fall asleep.” I sat down
to pull my boots on. “They took forever talking about whether
Mr. Bellows would ask Miss Sharp to marry him and if she’d
say yes, and if they got married would they have the ceremony at
Violet House and what would she wear and would Miss Corey
be maid of honor and would we be asked to be bridesmaids . . .”
“What utter rot,” Nathan said.
“I know,” I replied. In truth I’d been beguiled by the image
Helen had conjured of Miss Sharp in cream Peau de Chine, orange blossom lace and an enormous bouquet of white violets,
with us in her wake arrayed in lilac dresses. “The Order won’t
let her marry, will they?”
“Whyever not?”
The voice came from above us on the stairs and was decidedly female. Nathan flinched, sprung up the steps, and seized
the intruder, who yelped and struggled as he held the lantern to
her face. Helen, in the same navy outfit of jersey and bloomers
as I wore, swatted the lantern away. “Get that light out of my
eyes. Do you want to wake Sour Lemon? She’ll turn us in for
sure.”
“What are you doing here, Helen?” Nathan demanded.
“I could ask you the same thing, Nathan Fillmore Beckwith,
only I think it’s obvious. I knew as soon as you’d gotten it into
your head that a Darkling had stolen Louisa that you’d go running off into the woods the moment you had the place to yourself. When Ava insisted on staying here over break I thought
something must be up. And then when she went to sleep in her
bloomers I realized it must be tonight.”
Nathan turned to glare at me. “I didn’t think she noticed,” I
said, “or that she’d be caught dead in the things herself outside
of archery.”
Helen shrugged. “It’s not as if anyone is going to see us.”
“You can’t come, Helen.” Nathan bit off the words between
clenched lips. “It’s too dangerous.”
“Nonsense! If Ava can do it, so can I. I’m a better shot and
I’ve brought my bow.” She demonstrated the bow and quiver
strapped over her shoulder. “Have either of you even thought to
bring a weapon?”
Nathan brandished his dagger.
“That’s Rupert’s!” Another voice came from higher up the
stairs.
“Hell’s bells!” Nathan swore. “Not you too, Daisy!”
Daisy crept meekly out of the shadows. Helen leaned over
toward me and mimicked, “
That’s Rupert’s!
Since when are you
on a first-name basis with our teachers?”
Even in the dark I could tell Daisy was blushing. “I was only
shocked to see that Nathan had filched his knife.”
“Stop it!” Nathan hissed. “Why do you think I didn’t ask
you two? Ava at least knows how to keep her mouth shut.”
I was stung that my only recommendation was taciturnity,
but bit back a retort. “Nathan’s right,” I said. “Sarah might hear
us and tell Gillie what we’re planning.”
“And what
is
your plan to get past Gillie?” Helen asked.
“He’s got that creepy owl with him.”
“Blodeuwedd’s not creepy,” I countered. “And she can’t be
everywhere. We’ll wait until she passes and then sneak into the
woods.”
Daisy shook her head. “I’ve watched her. You’ll never get
past her . . . unless she’s distracted by this.” She reached into her
jersey pocket and drew out something small and furry.
Helen squeaked and clutched Nathan’s arm. “A mouse!
You’ve got a mouse in your pocket! A live mouse!” She looked
like she was going to clamber up on top of Nathan’s shoulders.
“I rescued it from Miss Frost’s specimen room,” Daisy
said, cradling the small creature. “I thought better a fast death
out in the open than whatever terrible thing Miss Frost had
planned for it. And at least it will die for the good of the
group.” She looked from me to Helen to Nate. Poor Daisy.
Since my fight with Helen all she’d wanted was for us to be
united again, like the time we all faced the goblins together
in the woods. She didn’t know anything about the bloodline
records in the dungeons or that she and I would never really
belong here at Blythewood. But then Helen did something
very strange. She folded her own hands over Daisy’s hand
and held the mouse.
“That’s a very noble sacrifice, Daisy. We all know how
much you care about small helpless creatures.”
I looked at Nathan, expecting him to mock Helen’s sentiment, but instead I saw something shift in his eyes. The haunted look I’d seen since that day on the roof had softened. He
reached out and took my hand and Helen’s, linking the four of
us together.
“All right,” Nathan said, “we’ll all go together, but only if
you all promise to follow me and do what I say. We’re going to
find that Darkling and make him tell us what happened to my
sister. And if I find out they’ve killed her . . .” He let go of Helen’s
hand to hold up the dagger and turn it in the light of his lantern.
The dark runes carved on its blade leapt into life. For a moment
I saw the runes floating in the air, casting shadows over the
faces of my three friends, linking us together, but in what fate
I didn’t know.