“It’s stocked,” Dawes said faintly, already scooting back into the parlor and safety.
Darlington gestured for Alex to follow him upstairs.
“Who was Bathsheba Smith?” Alex asked on his heels.
Then she had been reading her Life of Lethe. He was pleased she remembered the name, but, if memory served, Bathsheba appeared on the first page of the first chapter, so
he wasn’t going to get too excited. “The seventeen-year-old daughter of a local farmer.
Her body was found in the basement of the Yale Medical School in 1824. She’d been dug
up for study by the students.”
“Jesus.”
“It wasn’t uncommon. Doctors needed to study anatomy and they needed cadavers to
do that. But we think Bathsheba was an early attempt to communicate with the dead. A
medical assistant took the fall, and Yale’s students learned to keep their activities more quiet. After the discovery of the girl’s body, the locals nearly burned Yale to the ground.”
“Maybe they should have,” murmured Alex.
Maybe. They’d called it the Resurrection Riot, but it hadn’t turned truly nasty. Boom or
bust, New Haven was a town forever on the brink of things.
Darlington toured Alex around the rest of Il Bastone: the grand parlor, with the old map
of New Haven above the fireplace; the kitchen and pantry; the downstairs training rooms;
and the second-floor armory, with its wall of apothecary drawers, all of them stocked with
herbs and sacred objects.
It was left to Dawes to make sure they were kept well supplied, that any perishable items were freshened or disposed of before they turned foul, and to maintain any artifacts
that required it. Cuthbert’s Pearls of Protection had to be worn for a few hours every month or they lost both their luster and their power to protect the wearer from lightning strikes. A Lethe alum named Lee De Forest, who had once been suspended as an
undergrad for causing a campus-wide blackout, had left Lethe with countless inventions,
including the Revolution Clock, which showed an accurate-to-the-minute countdown to
armed revolt in countries around the globe. It had twenty-two faces and seventy-six hands
and had to be wound regularly or it would simply begin screaming.
Darlington pointed out the stores of bone dust and graveyard dirt, with which they would provision themselves on Thursday nights, and the rare vials of Perdition Water, said
to come from the seven rivers of hell and that were to be used only in case of emergency.
Darlington had never had cause to tap into any of them, but he kept hoping.
At the center of the room sat Hiram’s Crucible, or, as the delegates of Lethe liked to call it, “the Golden Bowl.” It was the circumference of a tractor wheel and made of beaten
twenty-two-karat gold.
“For years, Lethe knew there were ghosts in New Haven. There were hauntings, rumors
of sightings, and some of the societies had managed to pierce the Veil through séances and
summonings. But Lethe knew there was more, a secret world operating beside ours and frequently interfering with it.”
“Interfering with it how?” Alex asked, and he could see the narrow line of her
shoulders tighten, that slightly hunched fighter’s stance.
“At the time, no one was sure. They suspected that the presence of Grays in sacred circles and temple halls was disrupting the spells and rituals of the societies. There were
signs that stray magic loosed from rituals by the interference of Grays could cause anything from a sudden frost ten miles away to violent outbursts in schoolchildren. But Lethe had no proof and no way to prevent it. Year after year they attempted to perfect an
elixir that would allow them to see spirits, experimenting on themselves through
sometimes-deadly trial and error. Still, they had nothing to show for their work. Until Hiram’s Crucible.”
Alex ran her finger against the gilded edge of the basin. “It looks like a sun.”
“Many of the structures in Machu Picchu were dedicated to the worship of the sun god.”
“This thing came from Peru?” Alex asked. “You don’t need to look so surprised. I know where Machu Picchu is. I can even find Texas on a map if you give me enough time.”