Stars of Fortune
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“Didn’t tell us the whole of it either, did you?” Bran asked.
“Not exactly. It’s the sort of thing people don’t buy into, and like you said, it hasn’t been long since we teamed up. A psychic’s one thing—I mean a lot of people buy into that. Hell, it’s an industry. No offense.”
“None taken,” Sasha assured him.
“But after today. Mutant bats from hell, evil gods, and, well, Bran, it might not seem so weird. Family deal again. An ancestor, back in maybe—nobody’s exactly sure—the fourteenth century. He was a sailor, and his ship went down in a storm. So he’s drowning and, the story goes, he was rescued, pulled to shore by a mermaid.”
Doyle let out a short laugh, and Annika a gasp.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but that’s the story. He woke up, the only one of the crew to survive, on the rocky shore of some island in the North Sea. And the, uh, mermaid, she’d gotten hurt saving him, cut up on the rocks, and too weak to swim. Dying.”
“No,” Annika breathed.
“He was pretty banged up himself, but he got some dry wood, some dry leaves, started a fire. He didn’t know if he should try to get her all the way into the water, or if she’d just drown, so he scouted up some plants, made a poultice for her cuts. Some of the supplies and pieces of the ship washed up, so he used what he could, built a kind of shelter, fed her what he could, took care of her.”
“Did she get better?”
“Yeah, happy ending.”
“Happy endings are good.”
“One night he woke up, and saw her swimming away. And he was alone.”
“But this isn’t happy,” Annika objected.
“Wait for it. Days later, she came back, and he went out into the shallows to meet her. For the first time, she spoke. She’d taken him from the sea because it was his fate, and those who came after him, to look for the three stars. He would tell the story to his sons, and they to their sons until they were found and taken home. She gave him a gift, a compass, and said it would guide him. This, too, he would pass to his son, and his son to his, and down the line.”
“You’ve got the compass?” Riley demanded.
“Yeah.” He dug in his pocket, held it out on his palm, lifted off the protective cover.
“Nice piece. Mind?” Riley took it, examined it. “Bronze case, nice-looking rose—you’ve kept it in good shape. It’s old, but I’d gauge it more seventeenth century.”
“Yeah, but that’s how the story came down.”
“That doesn’t explain why you came to Corfu,” Doyle pointed out.
“Well, it will.”
He hitched up, took a plastic sleeve from his pocket, and carefully drew out the map folded inside. After pushing dishes aside, he unfolded the map on the table. Held out his hand, wiggled his fingers at Riley for the compass.
“One way or the other, it’s always accurate.”
He set the compass on the map. Within seconds the old brass casing glowed, and the rose began to shine. Then the compass slid over the map.
“Like a Ouija board,” Riley said.
“No.” Watching the movement, Bran shook his head. “This doesn’t open a door. It shows the way to one.”
“Pretty much, and see?” Sawyer tapped his finger on the map. “It stops right here, on Corfu. So, I followed the map.”
“It’s done that before?” Sasha asked.
“Oh, yeah, plenty. Nobody’s found any of the stars, but for me? It’s always taken me somewhere I pick up something fresh on them, or confirm something, or just get an experience. This time? See how it’s shining?”
“It’s beautiful,” Annika murmured.
“Yeah, but that shining? That’s new. It would glow some, but not like this. I had to figure coming here was pretty damn important. Turns out it was. I was hitching my way here, and y’all came along. That made four of the six. That night, I went for a walk on the beach, and found Annika.”
He shifted to her. “Your turn.”
“I was sent to help. To be one of you.” She bowed her head. “I can’t explain. I don’t have a magick compass, or the powers like Sasha and Bran. I don’t have such a smart mind like Riley, but I can help. I don’t like fighting, but I will fight with you. Don’t send me away.”
“Hey.” Sawyer put an arm around her shoulders. “Nobody’s sending you anywhere.”
“I came to you.” She turned into him. “You found me.”
“That’s right. We can leave it at that for now.” He looked over at Bran as if daring him to disagree.
“You’re one of us, Annika, and that’s more than enough. Not all stories need telling at once.”
“How about you, McCleary?” Riley sat back, studied him. “What’s your story?”
“A family thing, and the duty that comes with it. And here? An urge I couldn’t shake led me to Corfu, then to the cave. It’s the closest I’ve come. It’s the closest I’ve ever come.”
“Where are you from? What do you do?”
“Nowhere in particular, and whatever needs doing. You haven’t had much time together, but more than a couple hours, so that’s all I’m going to tell you until I decide to tell you more.”
“You don’t trust us. Why should he?” Sasha glanced at Riley. “It’s true we haven’t had much time, but it’s been intense, even intimate. And today, in the cave, it was life and death. Both you and Sawyer brought guns, but you didn’t tell the rest of us.”