The Diviners (The Diviners #1)
Page 166Evie stared at the thing she held. She wanted to throw it out, to burn it right then and there.
“I don’t think I should hold this,” she said. “Could I have your handkerchief, Unc?”
Carefully, Evie wrapped the pendant in its protective covering. She was just about to hand it over to Will when a high-pitched trill sounded off to the right. Evie swung the flashlight in the direction of the sound. The light trembled over autumnal branches scratching together. Dried leaves scuttled over the ground in the empty space between headstones. Nothing, and then the sound again, from her left. This time she swung the flashlight quickly in that direction. The beam caught a fleeting movement. Evie’s hands shook. Another birdcall, straight ahead. Another from behind. To her right, then left. Perched on the edge of the grave, Evie swung the flashlight wildly.
The men from the fairground stepped into the light. Evie counted five of them, plus the boy who’d muddied her coat. They carried rope and hunting knives. The boy held a hunting rifle rigidly at his side. The rifle seemed too big for him, as if he were playing dress-up.
“This be private property. Hallowed ground,” the boy said.
Evie concealed the handkerchief-covered pendant in her fist and moved her hand behind her back.
“Yes, yes. Of course,” Will said. He sounded frightened, at a loss, and that scared Evie more than the men did.
“What transgression be you about?” the man pressed.
Jacob Call came from behind, the rifle still smoking in his hands. “Our enemies deceive us. The Lord said, in the times of tribulation before the Judgment Day, your enemies will be more than the sins of man. They will deceive you,” he preached. “This is the word of the Lord’s messenger here on earth, the Blessed Pastor Algoode. Amen.”
“Amen,” the others chorused.
“The faithful have kept his covenant. We be awaiting the Lord’s will and purpose. The comet confirms it: ‘When the light burns the sky as a dragon’s tail.’ The Beast will rise.”
“He will rise! Hallelujah!” the men exclaimed.
“Judgment Day be comin’. Blessed are we. Hallelujah!”
“Hallelujah,” they echoed.
“Please. Listen to me.” Will put out a hand to stay them. “John Hobbes is not the Beast his father prophecied. He has no intention of returning to the spiritual plane once he is fully manifest. He is only fulfilling the ritual of the offerings so that he can rule—”
“Hallelujah!” the faithful echoed.
“How will you send him away once his task is finished? What if the Beast refuses to be vanquished? Have you thought of that? What if, having gained the whole of the earth, he decides he doesn’t care to relinquish control?”
“It be ordained. The path be promised in the Book of the Brethren. It is God’s will. What God has set in motion, no man may put asunder.”
“Hallelujah!”
There was no reasoning with these people. Evie could feel their hatred. Their conviction. They might destroy the pendant and the ghost of John Hobbes, but they couldn’t kill what lived on after. The world was a bully.
The boy whispered to Jacob, who trained his narrow eyes on Evie.
“What have you there, Daughter of Eve?”
“The harlot lies,” the boy said. He brought his gun off his shoulder.
“Don’t believe you.”
Evie looked to Will, who nodded. Slowly, she brought her hand forward and showed them the pendant.
“Thieves. Idolators. Fornicators. Sinners. What be the punishment for the enemies of God?” Jacob Call thundered.
“They shall burn!” one of the faithful called out. A torch was passed from hand to hand till it reached the tall man, who set it alight. The flame cast ghoulish shadows over the trees’ moon-pale trunks.