CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and FIFTY-NINE
“Seth said that we should go to a Castle Rushen,” Sam said. “We need to talk to a ghost there.”
“In the East Tower. She’s . . .” James glanced at the gargoyle. “Different.”
“You’ve met her?” Jacob asked.
“Heard of her,” James said. “Ghosts are not my thing.”
“I don’t like them either,” Jacob said.
“And yet here you are – traveling with your mother’s spirit to a foreign isle to look for a ghost in a castle,” James said.
“Life is kind of like that,” Jacob said.
“Maybe your life,” James smiled. “Well, the castle is just past these houses. We may as well head over there now.”
“Will anyone be there?” Sam asked.
“The Castle undergoes a deep cleaning and repair one week of the year,” James said. “Crews work all night. As luck would have it, this happens to be the week.”
“Seems lucky,” Celia said.
“You’ve got good luck, Marlowe,” James said. “Come on. Let’s go see if we can find a fairy queen.”
James glanced at Gilfand.
“Lead on,” James said.
“I’m not bound to you,” Gilfand said.
“What about me?” Jacob asked. “Are you bound to me?”
Gilfand turned to look at him. His head went up and down in a slow nod.
“Will you take us to your queen?” Jacob asked.
Gilfand gave a slight nod of his head. Jacob felt a nauseating whooshing sensation and he was standing in the middle of a room with round stone walls on the East side of Castle Rushen.
“Bring my sister, father, and James,” Jacob ordered.
The gargoyle gave a nod and disappeared. Jacob looked around the space for a moment. Seeing a window, he went to look out on the bay. He was about to turn away when the glass disappeared from the window. Fand, the Fairy Queen, pushed him over the parapet.
He caught himself with his psychokinetic capacity. He flew back into the hall. Spinning in place, he looked around the hall for Fand. She had vanished completely.
“You’ll have to demand that she appear,” Delphie appeared before his eyes.
“How . . .?” Jacob asked.
“My class finished,” Delphie said, as if the answer was obvious. “The Queen is bound to the King. She will continue this dangerous mischief until you . . .”
“But . . .” Jacob started.
“Be the King of Marle,” Delphie said. “That is where we are right?”
“Isle of Man,” Jacob said. “Fand the Fairy Queen. Manannán the King and sea god.”
“How fun!” Delphie said. “Where’s Sam? Val? Your mother left a while ago she must be . . .”
“They were with me,” Jacob said. “We were supposed to come here together, with James Kelly. But this Gilfand and . . .”
Delphie shook her head.
“She is holding them,” Delphie said. “You must order her to release them.”
“Me?” Jacob said. “I’m supposed to demand things from a ghost.”
“Here she comes,” Delphie said.
The apparition of a woman dressed all in black flew through the air toward him.
Jacob was struck by two thoughts at once: his Katy was the spitting image of this Fand the Fairy Queen, and he despised ghosts.
The ghost was upon him. She used the depth of her energy to block out his senses. He was instantly blind and deaf. He felt the slimy, hot energy all over him.
“Enough,” Jacob yelled. Using his skill, he pushed the ghost from him.
When his vision cleared, the ghost was gone. He looked at Delphie and she shrugged.
“Any ideas?” Jacob asked.
“I think she’s testing you,” Delphie said. The words popped out of her mouth and Delphie disappeared.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…