Blood Canticle - Anne Rice [83]
“But you knew the Taltos who came and took her!” Mona said to Rowan. “You had met him in Europe. He had heard the story of you and Lasher in your wanderings.” She turned to me. “That’s what happened. He had found them. Yes, another one, an ancient survivor. He was their friend. Of course, they didn’t tell me and they didn’t tell Morrigan. Oh no, we were children! They kept it to themselves! Imagine. An ancient one. Hadn’t I suffered enough to be told about him? And when he came here, they let him take my daughter away.”
“How could I have stopped them?” asked Rowan. “You were with us,” she said to Mona. “Morrigan was maddened by the scent of the male on our clothes, on the gifts we’d received from him. And why he came, we’ll never know. All we know is what you know. He was out in the garden. She went to the window. She ran out to him. There was no stopping either of them. We never saw them again.”
“Mona, we searched for him by every conceivable means,” said Michael. “Surely you must believe us.”
“I want the files,” said Mona, “the paperwork. His name, the names of his companies in New York. He was a rich man, a powerful man, this ancient wise one. You admitted that much.”
“I’ll be glad to give it to you,” said Rowan, “but please understand, he liquidated everything. He vanished.”
“If only you’d searched right away,” Mona said bitterly.
“Mona, you agreed with us at the time,” said Rowan. “We would wait until they contacted us. We respected their choice to be together. We didn’t think they would simply disappear. We couldn’t imagine it.”
“We were afraid of hearing from them,” said Michael. “We had no idea how they could multiply or survive in the modern world, how Ash could control them.”
“Ash was the name of the man,” I said.
“Yes,” said Michael. His pain opened up as he spoke. “Ash Templeton. Ash was ancient. He had been alone for so long it was unimaginable. He’d seen his species become extinct. He was the one who told us the history of the Taltos. He believed that the Taltos couldn’t survive in the world of humans. After all, he’d seen them wiped out. His was a tragic history. Of course, as we listened to his stories we had no idea that Morrigan even existed. We left Ash in New York. We loved him. We pledged eternal friendship. Then we got home and discovered Morrigan.”
“Maybe it was some telepathic sense that guided him to Morrigan,” I said.
“We don’t know,” said Rowan. “But he came here, he entered the side garden, he saw her through the windows, and she picked up his scent and she ran to him.”
“For years we were afraid,” said Michael. “We combed the news services for any story that might involve the Taltos. We were on the alert and so was the Talamasca. Mona, you must think back to the time before you were so sick. You must remember. We were afraid because we knew that the species might do great harm to human beings.”
“Well put!” said Dolly Jean. “And Morrigan all fired up to rule the world, preaching that her vision came from her human father and mother. When she wasn’t looking back she was looking ahead, or dancing in circles or sniffing at scents, she was a wild beastie.”
“Oh hush up, Dolly Jean, please,” whispered Mona, biting her lower lip, “you know you loved her. And all of you—I wanted to look for them long before you did. For years you wouldn’t tell me that name. Oh, just leave it in your hands. Leave it in the hands of Mayfair and Mayfair. And now you say it as if it’s nothing. Ash Templeton. Ash Templeton.” She started to cry.
“That’s not true,” said Michael. “I acknowledged this creature as my daughter. You know I did. We began to search before we told you about it. We didn’t know how sick you would get.” His voice was raw, but he swallowed and moistened his dried lips with his tongue, and then he continued: “We didn’t know yet how badly you would need the Taltos milk. We only learned that in time. But we tried to contact Ash, and we discovered that he had sold all his holdings. He’d vanished from the banks,