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faith and withdraw my blandishments should you not grant the wish that comes from my tongue. I am Merrick, daughter
of Cold Sandra; you will bring to me those spirits whom I call."
Again the perforator was lifted. She cut her own flesh. A long gleaming seam of blood flowed into the aromatic brew.
The scent of it inflamed me. The smoke from the mixture stung my eyes.
"Yes, I command you," she said, "all of you, most powerful and illustrious ones, I command you that I may achieve
what I say, that I may bring forth out of the whirlwind those lost souls who will find Claudia, daughter of Agatha, Yield
up to me those Purgatorial souls who will, in exchange for my prayers, bring forth the spirit of Claudia. Do as I
command!"
The iron altar before me was shivering. I could see the skull moving with the altar. I could not discount what I saw. I
could not challenge what I heard, the low rumbling of the ground beneath me. Tiny leaves came down in a swirl, like
ashes before us. The giant yew trees had begun to sway as if in the early breezes of an approaching storm.
I tried to see Louis, but Merrick stood between us. Her voice came unceasingly:
"All you powerful ones, command Honey in the Sunshine, restless spirit of my sister, daughter of Cold Sandra, that she
bring Claudia, daughter of Agatha, out of the whirlwind. Honey in the Sunshine, I command you. I will turn all Heaven
against you if you do not obey me. I will heap infamy upon your name. I am Merrick. I will not be denied."
Even as the blood flowed down over her right hand, she reached with it for the skull beside the smoking cauldron and
lifted it up.
"Honey in the Sunshine, I have here your very skull from the grave in which you were buried, and all your names are
written upon it in my hand. Honey Isabella, daughter of Cold Sandra, you cannot deny me. I call you and command you to
bring Claudia, daughter of Agatha, here now, to answer to me."
It was exactly as I'd suspected. She had done the awful deed of violating Honey's poor pathetic remains. How vicious
and how dreadful, and for how long had she kept this secret, that she possessed the skull of her own sister, her own blood
kin.
I was revolted yet magnetized. The smoke from the candles grew dense before the statues. It seemed their faces were
full of movement, their eyes sweeping the scene before them. Even their drapery appeared alive. The incense burnt bright
in the circle on the flagstones, fanned by the breeze that steadily increased.
Merrick laid aside the cursed skull and the perforator.
From the table she lifted the gold pitcher of honey, and poured it into the jeweled chalice. This she lifted with her
bloody right hand as she went on:
"Ah, yes, all you lonely spirits, and you, Honey, and you, Claudia, smell this sweet offering Honey, the very substance
after which you in your beauty were named." Into the cauldron she poured the thick sparkling liquid.
Then she lifted the pitcher of milk. Into the chalice it went, and then she lifted the chalice, gathering up the deadly
perforator again in her left hand.
"And this, too, I offer you, so delicious to your desperate senses, come here and breathe this sacrifice, drink of this milk
and honey, drink it from the smoke that rises from my cauldron. Here, it comes to you through this chalice which once
contained The Blood of Our Lord. Here, partake of it. Do not refuse me. I am Merrick, daughter of Cold Sandra. Come,
Honey, I command you, and bring Claudia to me. I will not be denied."
A loud breath came from Louis.
In the circle before the statues, something amorphous and dark had taken shape. I felt my heart skipping as my eyes
strained to make it out. It was the form of Honey, it was the very figure which I had seen many years before. It flickered
and wavered in the heat as Merrick chanted:
"Come, Honey, come closer, come in answer to me. Where is Claudia, daughter of Agatha? Bring her here to Louis de
Pointe du Lac, I command you. I cannot be denied."
The figure was almost solid! I saw the familiar yellow hair, the candlelight behind it rendering it transparent, the white
dress more spectral than the solid outline of the body itself. I was too stunned to utter the prayers that Merrick had
forbidden. The words never formed on my lips.
Suddenly Merrick laid down the skull. She turned and caught Louis's left arm with her bloodstained hand.
I saw his white wrist above the cauldron. With a swift movement, she slashed at his wrist. I heard him gasp again, and I
saw the glittering vampiric blood gushing from the veins into the rising smoke. Again she gashed the white flesh and
again the blood flowed, thickly, freely, and more abundantly than her own blood before.
In no way did Louis resist her. Mute, he stared at the figure of Honey.
"Honey, my beloved sister," said Merrick, "bring Claudia. Bring Claudia to Louis de Pointe du Lac. I am Merrick, your
sister. I command you. Honey, show your power!" Her voice became low, crooning. "Honey, show your immense
strength! Bring Claudia here now."
Again, she cut the wrist, for the preternatural flesh was healing just as soon as she opened it, and she again made the
blood flow.
"Savor this blood which is shed for you, Claudia. I call your name and your name only now, Claudia. I would have you
here!" Once more the wound was opened.
But now she gave over the perforator to Louis, and she lifted the doll in both her hands.
I glanced from Merrick to the solid image of Honey, so dark, so distant, so seemingly without human movement.
"Your possessions, my sweet Claudia," Merrick called out, snatching up a twig from the fire and lighting the clothes of
the unfortunate doll, which all but exploded in a draught of flames. The little face turned black in the blaze. Still Merrick
held it with both hands.
The figure of Honey suddenly began to dissolve.
Into the cauldron Merrick dropped the burning object, and then lifted the page of the diary, as she continued to speak.
"Your words, my sweet Claudia, accept this offering, accept this acknowledgment, accept this devotion." She dipped the
page into the fire of the brazier, then held it aloft as it was consumed.
The ashes fell into the cauldron. She took up the perforator once again.
The form of Honey lingered only in shape and then appeared to be blown away by the natural breeze. Again the candles
blazed violently before the statues.
"Claudia, daughter of Agatha," said Merrick, "I command you, come forward, become material, answer me from the
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