“And that is why we love her,” Oliver said, pulling me close and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Quite a day we’re having here, huh?” he asked me.
“And you don’t know the half of it,” I responded, wondering when or even if I should ask him Jilo’s question. I turned toward the visitor. “What are we supposed to call you anyway?”
“The body does not have a name,” he responded. “The body is only a shell.” He looked at me as if he were considering a grave problem. “The child is ignorant of our ways,” the creature said, speaking about me as if I weren’t in the room. “Why have you not taught her?” My heart beat faster as I heard him echo Jilo’s words.
“She’s got no power,” Connor stated as if that explained everything.
“It is what Ginny wanted,” Iris added, a heaviness in her voice. “I always questioned the wisdom in it, but Ginny had her mind set. And I never questioned my aunt’s commitment to maintaining the line.”
I looked at Maisie, whose expression was inscrutable. With a sinking heart, I realized that she had been as much a part of Ginny’s conspiracy as the rest. “Ginny taught me,” she began. “She told me that I’d gotten all the power, and because of that, all the burden.” She looked up at me. “She told me it would be unfair to burden you with knowledge that you would never be able to use.”
“By leaving her in the dark, you have left her open to danger,” the golem said. I wondered if he were making a blanket statement or if he knew something about my dealings with Jilo.
“It’s true,” Oliver said. “But Ginny demanded that Mercy wouldn’t be taught our secrets because she wasn’t born of the power. She worried that what Mercy knew, Mercy could be forced to betray.”
“Or choose to betray,” Connor said.
“I’d never willingly betray the family,” I started to say, but the golem interrupted me.
“So you chose to leave her defenseless?” he asked.
“No, not defenseless,” Ellen said, looking around the room at everyone, even me, for corroboration. “Ginny set up protection charms for her.”
“But Ginny is gone, and with her, her charms,” the creature replied. “Which of you has renewed them?” An embarrassed silence fell over the table. Ellen grasped my hand. A tear plopped down Iris’s cheek.
Oliver gave me a guilty look. “I am so sorry, Gingersnap.”
“I’m not sure what good these charms are anyway,” I responded. “They sure didn’t help Ginny.”
“Ginny had no such charms for herself,” Iris said. “She thought she could take on any comers without them.”
“We will renew and strengthen the charms,” the golem said.
Maisie turned to address the golem. “I’ve spent my entire life training with Ginny to take over for her when the time came. I am ready to take over as anchor, and I will always protect my sister.”
“You may have chosen the power,” the creature responded, “but we will not know until tonight if the power has chosen you.” Maisie’s face betrayed her surprise—it was clear that she hadn’t seriously considered the possibility that anyone else would be chosen. He turned to Ellen. “You will see to it that Ginny’s folly is rectified. You will teach her.”
“Of course,” Oliver responded for Ellen. “We all will. And there’s no time to start like the present,” he said, shifting to face me. “You already understand the fundamentals of the lottery. All of us with shared blood will take turns drawing a tile,” he said, motioning to the tiles on the table with a wave of his hand. “Connor, of course, won’t be involved, but the two of you will be.” He gave Connor a loaded glance. I knew without asking that Connor had supported Ginny’s decision to keep me ignorant, and I could tell that Oliver enjoyed putting the older man in his place. It was rare for any of us to have that opportunity. Connor noisily pushed his chair back from the table and got up to pour himself some coffee.
“But what would lead the power to select a specific person anyway?” I asked. “I mean, why would it pick one of us over one of the Duvals?”
I expected the golem to offer his opinion, but he remained silent.
“I honestly cannot say that anyone knows why a particular person would be picked over another,” Iris responded after a pause. She had evidently expected the nine families to put in their two cents as well. “I suspect that the power may have chosen Ginny because it knew she would be willing to sacrifice her entire life to focus on her role as anchor. She was truly single-minded in performing her duty, and I doubt that any other anchor has ever served as loyally. But whatever its reasons, the power may have behind selecting an anchor, it has chosen a Savannah Taylor for generations, so it’s a pretty safe bet that it will choose one of us at this table.”
“The important thing for all of us to remember”—Ellen said “us,” but her gaze was plainly fixed on Maisie—“is that we don’t have to consider Ginny as any kind of role model for how the anchor should live his or her life. Being the anchor was Ginny’s entire life. She chose to cut herself off, and her own choices embittered her. Some of the other witch families have anchors who remain very engaged in the world around them. They have careers and children, and anything a body could want from living.”
“Of course,” Iris said as she turned to face her brother, “if Oliver were selected, he would have to move home. Finally.”
“Well, let’s burn that bridge when and if we get to it,” Oliver replied tersely.
“You are not exactly telling Maisie the truth,” Connor said falling heavily back into his chair. “These anchors with careers and children and bright and shiny lives, they are able to have these careers and children because they A, pick a career that allows them enough freedom to be where they need to be when they need to be there and B, marry someone like them. Another witch who can help share the burden of maintaining the line.” He looked over at Maisie. “That Jackson boy of yours, he’d get his fuses blown before the rice even got thrown. You’d have to marry into one of the other witch bloodlines.”
“It is true,” the golem said. “Should Maisie be chosen, the boy would not prove a suitable mate.”
Maisie looked at me with panicked eyes. The thought had never occurred to her that becoming the anchor might interfere with the future she wanted with Jackson.