The Company You Keep

[Faye]

We follow Devona down into the cellar. As we enter the room, it is eerily lit with candles. The horseman from the night before is trapped in a cage of violet light that glows cold, not warm,  like the deepest shadows. I watch as the light seems to dance,  weaving itself like a basket around his prone form. It is as I stand here, watching that Devona’s words finally hit me and I almost stumble, an arm holding me steady.

I look up at the person holding me steady as this comes into focus within my mind. She is holding me steady, keeping me from falling into the spell. 

She is Merlin. The Merlin.