Page 75 of The Guardians of Dreamdark
“Stop!” the Magruwen commanded, but it was too late. The threads careened into the Tapestry and sent a ripple through its weave. They burrowed into the fabric and cinched tight, making one more ugly knot.
“I’m sorry!” Magpie said. “I didn’t mean to!”
The Magruwen’s voice seethed through her mind, filling it like the Blackbringer’s had. “You have no control. It’s stronger than you, this gift. It will crush you.”
“Neh, Lord. Please! I can learn.”
“Look what you’ve done!” He guided her eyes closer to the new knot. “Wild faerie feelings set loose? Is that the way to weave the world? There was not even a tear in the fabric here. Do you see what you have done?”
Her new threads had bound the thread for teeth to the glyph for threshold. The Djinn plucked at them and fell suddenly silent. Then, while Magpie watched, the whole of the Tapestry spun with a dazzle of traceries as if the Magruwen were shifting it to see it from below. “Nay...” he hissed. “Devils?”
“Devils? I made devils?” Magpie cried.
He shifted the Tapestry again, fast. Threads glowed bright as he plucked and tested them. In agony, Magpie waited while he hissed and muttered to himself. Just a few days ago, she’d been fretting about turning a queen’s hair into worms, and already she’d moved on to devils? Unable to contain herself, she asked, “Lord? What did I do? Did I make a devil?”
“Nay...” he said at last. “I thought—but, nay. It is a protection spell...It seems that now, a devil’s tooth embedded in a doorway—threshold, you see?—will prevent other devils from entering.”
“But that’s—”
“Rather fine, aye,” he interrupted. He was still muttering, but his tone had changed. “You’ll want to remember that,” he said. “It may prove useful to you.”
Magpie was already itching to write it down in her book. She thought that if she learned to read the Tapestry, her pages were going to fill up fast. Her parents wouldn’t believe it! She’d need a new book—or ten! “Aye, mad useful!” she agreed. “Of course, it probably won’t work against the Blackbringer, since he’s not a devil.”
“What?” asked the Magruwen sharply.
“Neh, for is he not the Astaroth dressed in shadow?”
No sooner had the words left her lips than the Tapestry disappeared and Magpie found herself shunted back into the sleeve of her body, falling. Some arms caught and held her. She peeled open her eyes, her real eyes, and blinked them back into focus to see a ring of fire racing around her.
“’Pie!” Calypso squawked.
The Magruwen’s voice cut in. “What do you know of the Astaroth?” he demanded, abruptly coming to a halt and sucking all his swirling flames together into one blazing beast.
Talon’s arms steadied Magpie on her feet, and she stood as brave as she could on the little island in the smoke. “I know he’s in Dreamdark right now, masquerading as the Blackbringer!” she said.
“How could you know that?” he demanded, flaring close to her face so she had to close her eyes against the searing heat. “You stink of scavenger imp. And you, crow, of vulture! Who are you? More minions, come for it? No other could have told you. Are you his work after all?”
“Neh!” cried Magpie. “I’myourwork!”
“Mywork?”
A blush came to her cheeks, and she cast sidelong looks at Calypso and Talon. She had a sudden thought and pulled the flask of Moonlight Mist off her belt. “If you drink this, Lord, it can tell you better than I could.”
“Tell me what?”
“How...how you dreamed me...”
“I? I went to sleep to forget your deceitful race. I would never dream a faerie such as you.”
“I know. That’s just what Bellatrix said.”
He wavered. “Bellatrix?”
“Aye.” Magpie held out the cordial.
“That scent of nightspink...” he began.
“Please just drink it,” she pleaded. “It helps you remember your dreams. Then you can tell me I haven’t dreamt it all myself!”
