Macon didn't care. He stopped feeling sorry for his father long ago, stopped wondering what it was about Silas his mother could have loved.
“Tell me how to use it.” Macon reached out tentatively. “Can I touch it?”
“Yes. The person who touches you with it must have intent, and even then it's harmless without the Carmen Defixionis.”
His mother removed a small pouch, a gris-gris bag, the strongest protection voodoo could offer, from the door of the cellar and disappeared down the dark stairs. When she returned, she was carrying something wrapped in a dusty piece of burlap. She laid it on the table and unwrapped it.
The Responsum.
Literally translated, it meant “the Answer.”
It was written in Niadic. It contained all the laws that governed his kind.
It was the oldest of books. There were only a few copies in the world. His mother turned the brittle pages carefully, until she reached the right one.
“Carcer.”
The Prison.
The sketch of the Arclight looked exactly like the one resting in the velvet-lined box sitting on his mother's kitchen table, next to her uneaten étouffée.
“How does it work?”
“It's rather simple. A person need only touch the Arclight and the Incubus they wish to imprison and speak the Carmen, at the same moment. The Arclight will do the rest.”
“Is the Carmen in the book?”
“No, it's much too powerful to be trusted to the written word. You must learn the Carmen from someone who knows it, and commit it to memory.”
She lowered her voice as if she was afraid someone might be listening. Then she whispered the words that could condemn him to an eternity of misery.
“Comprehende, Liga, Cruci Fige.
Capture, Cage, and Crucify.”
Arelia closed the lid of the box and handed it to Macon. “Be careful. In the Arc there is power, and in the power there is Night.”
Macon kissed her forehead. “I promise.”
He turned to leave, but his mother's voice called him back. “You'll need this.” She scrawled several lines on a piece of parchment.
“What's this?”
“The only key to that door.” She gestured to the box tucked under his arm. “The only way to get you back out.”
I opened my eyes. I was on my back in the dirt, staring up at the stars. The Arclight was Macon's, as Marian had said. I didn't know where he was, the Otherworld or some kind of Caster heaven. I didn't know why he was showing me all this, but if I had learned anything tonight, I knew everything happened for a reason.
I had to figure out the reason before it was too late.
We were still standing in Bonaventure Cemetery, although now we were near the entrance. I didn't bother to tell Amma I wasn't coming back with her. She seemed to know.
“We better take off.” I hugged Amma.
She grabbed my hands and gave them a squeeze, hard. “One step at a time, Ethan Wate. Your mamma may say this is somethin’ you hafta do, but I'll be watchin’ every step a the way.” I knew how hard it was for her to let me go, instead of grounding me and sending me straight to my room, for the rest of my life.
Things were as bad as they seemed. This was proof.
Arelia stepped forward and pressed something into my hand, a small doll like the ones Amma made. It was a voodoo charm. “I had faith in your mother, and I have faith in you, Ethan. This is my way of saying good luck, because this isn't going to be easy.”
“The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.” I repeated the words my mother had said to me a hundred times. I was channeling her, in my own way.
Twyla touched my cheek with her bony finger. “Da truth in both da worlds. Have to lose to gain. We're not here long, cher.” It was a warning, almost like she knew something I didn't. After what I'd seen tonight, I was sure she did.
Amma threw her skinny arms around me in one last bone-crushing hug. “I'm gonna make you some luck, my way,” she whispered, and turned to Link. “Wesley Jefferson Lincoln, you best come back in one piece, or I'll tell your mamma what you were doin’ in my basement when you were nine years old, you hear me?”
Link smiled at the familiar threat. “Yes, ma'am.”
Amma didn't say anything to Liv — just a quick nod in her direction. It was her way of showing where her loyalties lay. Now that I knew what Lena had done for me, I had no doubt about how Amma felt about her.
Amma cleared her throat. “The guards are gone, but Twyla can't hold them off forever. You'd best get on.”
I pushed open the wrought iron gate, with Link and Liv behind me.
I'm coming, L. Whether you want me to or not.
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Down Below