A Discovery Of Witches Part 62

"That depends on how p.i.s.sed off he is. If you'd blindsided my wife that way, I'd poleax you and then eat you for breakfast. I'd sit tight if I were you."

Miriam's chair sc.r.a.ped against the floor. "I'll risk it." She darted past.

"d.a.m.n," Sarah breathed.

"She's unusually quick," Marcus rea.s.sured her, "even for a vampire."

Matthew maneuvered me into a sitting position. Even that gentle movement made my head feel like it was exploding and set the room whirling. I closed my eyes momentarily, and when I opened them again, Matthew's were looking back, full of concern.

"All right, mon coeur mon coeur?"

"A little overwhelmed."

Matthew's fingers circled my wrist to take my pulse.

"I'm sorry, Matthew," Marcus murmured. "I had no idea Miriam would behave like this."

"You should be sorry," his father said flatly, without looking up. "Start explaining what this visit is about-quickly." The vein throbbed in Matthew's forehead.

"Miriam-" Marcus began.

"I didn't ask Miriam. I'm asking you," his father snapped.

"What's going on, Diana?" my aunt asked, looking wild. Marcus still had his arm around her shoulders.

"Miriam thinks the alchemical picture is about me and Matthew," I said cautiously. "About the stage in the making of the philosopher's stone called conjunctio, conjunctio, or marriage. The next step is or marriage. The next step is conceptio. conceptio."

"Conceptio?" Sarah asked. "Does that mean what I think it does?"

"Probably. It's Latin-for conception," Matthew explained.

Sarah's eyes widened. "As in children?"

But my mind was elsewhere, flipping through the pictures in Ashmole 782.

"Conceptio was missing, too." I reached for Matthew. "Someone has it, just like we have was missing, too." I reached for Matthew. "Someone has it, just like we have conjunctio conjunctio."

Miriam glided into the room with impeccable timing, carrying a sheaf of papers. "Who do I give these to?"

After she'd gotten a look from Matthew that I hoped never to see again, Miriam's face went from white to pearl gray. She hastily handed him the reports.

"You've brought the wrong results, Miriam. These belong to a male," said Matthew, impatiently scanning the first two pages.

"The results do belong to Diana," Marcus said. "She's a chimera, Matthew."

"What's that?" Em asked. A chimera was a mythological beast that combined the body parts of a lioness, a dragon, and a goat. I looked down, half expecting to glimpse a tail between my legs.

"A person with cells that possess two or more different genetic profiles." Matthew was staring in disbelief at the first page.

"That's impossible." My heart gave a loud thump. Matthew circled me with his arms, holding the test results on the table in front of us.

"It's rare, but not impossible," he said grimly, his eyes moving over the gray bars.

"My guess is VTS," Miriam said, ignoring Marcus's warning frown. "Those results came from her hair. There were strands of it on the quilt we took to the Old Lodge."

"Vanishing twin syndrome," Marcus explained, turning to Sarah. "Did Rebecca have problems early in her pregnancy? Any bleeding or concerns about miscarriage?"

Sarah shook her head. "No. I don't think so. But they weren't here-Stephen and Rebecca were in Africa. They didn't come back to the States until the end of her first trimester."

n.o.body had ever told me I was conceived in Africa.

"Rebecca wouldn't have known there was anything wrong." Matthew shook his head, his mouth pressed into a hard, firm line. "VTS happens before most women know they're pregnant."

"So I was a twin, and Mom miscarried my sibling?"

"Your brother," Matthew said, pointing to the test results with his free hand. "Your twin was male. In cases like yours, the viable fetus absorbs the blood and tissues of the other. It happens quite early, and in most cases there's no evidence of the vanished twin. Does Diana's hair indicate she might possess powers that didn't show up in her other DNA results?"

"A few-timewalking, shape-shifting, divination," his son replied. "Diana fully absorbed most of them."

"My brother was supposed to be the timewalker, not me," I said slowly.

A trail of phosph.o.r.escent smudges marked my grandmother's progress as she drifted into the room, touched me lightly on the shoulder, and sat at the far end of the table.

"He would have had the genetic predisposition to control witchfire, too," Marcus said, nodding. "We found only the fire marker in the hair sample-no other traces of elemental magic."

"And you don't think my mother knew about my brother?" I ran my fingertip along the bars of gray, black, and white.

"Oh, she knew." Miriam sounded confident. "You were born on the G.o.ddess's feast day. She named you Diana."

"So?" I shivered, pushing aside the memory of riding through the forest in sandals and a tunic, along with the strange feeling of holding a bow and arrow that accompanied witchfire.

"The G.o.ddess of the moon had a twin-Apollo. 'This Lion maketh the Sun so soon, / To be joined to his sister, the Moon.'" Miriam's eyes gleamed as she recited the alchemical poem. She was up to something.

"You know 'The Hunting of the Green Lion.'"

"I know the next verses, too: 'By way of a wedding, a wondrous thing, / This Lion should cause them to beget a king.'"

"What is she talking about?" Sarah asked testily.

When Miriam tried to answer, Matthew shook his head. The vampire fell silent.

"The sun king and moon queen-philosophical sulfur and mercury-married and conceived a child," I told Sarah. "In alchemical imagery the resulting child is a hermaphrodite, to symbolize a mixed chemical substance."

"In other words, Matthew," Miriam interjected tartly, "Ashmole 782 is not just about origins, nor is it just about evolution and extinction. It's about reproduction."

I scowled. "Nonsense."

"You may think it's nonsense, Diana, but it's clear to me. Vampires and witches may be able to have children together after all. So might other mixed partners." Miriam sat back in her chair triumphantly, silently inviting Matthew to explode.

"But vampires can't reproduce biologically," Em said. "They've never been able to. And different species can't mix like that."

"Species change, adapting to new circ.u.mstances," said Marcus. "The instinct to survive through reproduction is a powerful one-certainly powerful enough to cause genetic changes."

Sarah frowned. "You make it sound like we're going extinct."

"We might be." Matthew pushed the test results into the center of the table along with the notes and the page from Ashmole 782. "Witches are having fewer children and possess diminishing powers. Vampires are finding it harder to take a warmblood through the process of rebirth. And the daemons are more unstable than ever."

"I still don't see why that would allow vampires and witches to share children," Em said. "And if there is a change, why should it begin with Diana and Matthew?"

"Miriam began to wonder while watching them in the library," Marcus explained.

"We've seen vampires exhibit protective behavior before when they want to shield their prey or a mate. But at some point other instincts-to hunt, to feed-overwhelm the urge to protect. Matthew's protective instincts toward Diana just got stronger," said Miriam. "Then he started a vampire's equivalent of flashing his plumage, swooping and diving in the air to attract attention away from her."

"That's about protecting future children," Marcus told his father. "Nothing else makes a predator go to those lengths."

"Emily's right. Vampires and witches are too different. Diana and I can't have children," Matthew said sharply, meeting Marcus's eyes.

"We don't know that. Not absolutely. Look at the spadefoot toad." Marcus rested his elbows on the table's surface, weaving his fingers together with a loud crack of his knuckles.

"The spadefoot toad?" Sarah picked up the picture of the chemical wedding, her fingers crumpling the edge. "Wait a minute. Is Diana the lion, the toad, or the queen in this picture?"

"She's the queen. Maybe the unicorn, too." Marcus gently pried the page from my aunt's fingers and went back to amphibians. "In certain situations, the female spadefoot toad will mate with a different-though not completely unrelated-species of toad. Her offspring benefit from new traits, like faster development, that help them survive."

"Vampires and witches are not spadefoot toads, Marcus," Matthew said coldly. "And not all of the changes that result are positive."

"Why are you so resistant?" Miriam asked impatiently. "Cross-species breeding is is the next evolutionary step." the next evolutionary step."

"Genetic supercombinations-like those that would occur if a witch and a vampire were to have children-lead to accelerated evolutionary developments. All species take such leaps. It's your own findings we're reporting back to you, Matthew," said Marcus apologetically.

"You're both ignoring the high mortality a.s.sociated with genetic super-combinations. And if you think we're going to test those odds with Diana, you are very much mistaken." Matthew's voice was dangerously soft.

"Because she's a chimera-and AB-negative as well-she may be less likely to reject a fetus that's half vampire. She's a universal blood recipient and has already absorbed foreign DNA into her body. Like the spadefoot toad, she might have been led to you by the pressures of survival."

"That's a h.e.l.l of a lot of conjecture, Marcus."

"Diana is different, Matthew. She's not like other witches." Marcus's eyes flickered from Matthew to me. "You haven't looked at her mtDNA report."

Matthew shuffled the pages. His breath came out in a hiss.

The sheet was covered in brightly covered hoops. Miriam had written across the top in red ink "Unknown Clan," "Unknown Clan," accompanied by a symbol that looked like a backward accompanied by a symbol that looked like a backward E E set at an angle with a long tail. Matthew's eyes darted over the page, and the next. set at an angle with a long tail. Matthew's eyes darted over the page, and the next.

"I knew you'd question the findings, so I brought comparatives," Miriam said quietly.

"What's a clan?" I watched Matthew carefully for a sign of what he was feeling.

"A genetic lineage. Through a witch's mitochondrial DNA, we can trace descent back to one of four women who were the female ancestors of every witch we've studied."

"Except you," Marcus said to me. "You and Sarah aren't descended from any of them."

"What does this mean?" I touched the backward E E.

"It's an ancient glyph for heh, heh, the Hebrew number five." Matthew directed his next words to Miriam. "How old is it?" the Hebrew number five." Matthew directed his next words to Miriam. "How old is it?"

Miriam considered her words carefully. "Clan Heh is old-no matter which mitochondrial-clock theory you adhere to."

"Older than Clan Gimel?" Matthew asked, referring to the Hebrew word for the number three.

"Yes." Miriam hesitated. "And to answer your next question, there are two possibilities. Clan Heh could just be another line of descent from mtLilith."

Sarah opened her mouth to ask a question, and I quieted her with a shake of my head.

"Or Clan Heh could descend from a sister of mtLilith-which would make Diana's ancestor a clan mother, but not the witches' equivalent of mtEve. In either case it's possible that without Diana's issue Clan Heh will die out in this generation."

I slid the brown envelope from my mother in Matthew's direction. "Could you draw a picture?" No one in the room was going to understand this without visual a.s.sistance.

Matthew's hand sped over the page, sketching out two sprawling diagrams. One looked like a snake, the other branched out like the brackets for a sports tournament. Matthew pointed to the snake. "These are the seven known daughters of mitochondrial Eve-mtEve for short. Scientists consider them to be the most recent common matrilineal ancestors of every human of Western European descent. Each woman appears in the DNA record at a different point in history and in a different region of the globe. They once shared a common female ancestor, though."

"That would be mtEve," I said.

"Yes." He pointed at the tournament bracket. "This is what we've uncovered about the matrilineal descent of witches. There are four lines of descent, or clans. We numbered them in the order we found them, although the woman who was mother to Clan Aleph-the first clan we discovered-lived more recently than the others."

"Define 'recently,' please," Em requested.

"Aleph lived about seven thousand years ago."

"Seven thousand thousand years ago?" Sarah said incredulously. "But the Bishops can only trace our female ancestors back to 1617." years ago?" Sarah said incredulously. "But the Bishops can only trace our female ancestors back to 1617."

"Gimel lived about forty thousand years ago," Matthew said grimly. "So if Miriam is right, and Clan Heh is older, you'll be well beyond that."

"d.a.m.n," Sarah breathed again. "Who's Lilith?"

"The first witch." I drew Matthew's diagrams closer, remembering his cryptic response in Oxford to my asking if he was searching for the first vampire. "Or at least the first witch from whom present-day witches can claim matrilineal descent."

"Marcus is fond of the Pre-Raphaelites, and Miriam knows a lot of mythology. They picked the name," Matthew said by way of explanation.

"The Pre-Raphaelites loved Lilith. Dante Gabriel Rossetti described her as the witch Adam loved before Eve." Marcus's eyes turned dreamy. "'So went / Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent / And round his heart one strangling golden hair.'"

"That's the Song of Songs," Matthew observed. "'You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, you have wounded my heart with one of your eyes, and with one hair of your neck.'"

"The alchemists admired the same pa.s.sage," I murmured with a shake of my head. "It's in the Aurora Consurgens, Aurora Consurgens, too." too."

"Other accounts of Lilith are far less rapturous," Miriam said in stern tones, drawing us back to the matter at hand. "In ancient stories she was a creature of the night, G.o.ddess of the wind and the moon, and the mate of Samael, the angel of death."

"Did the G.o.ddess of the moon and the angel of death have children?" Sarah asked, looking at us sharply. Once more the similarities between old stories, alchemical texts, and my relationship with a vampire were uncanny.

"Yes." Matthew plucked the reports from my hands and put them into a tidy pile.

"So that's what the Congregation is worried about," I said softly. "They fear the birth of children that are neither vampire nor witch nor daemon, but mixed. What would they do then?"