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showed
him.”
    “ The laird,” he showed his surprise at this
news , as it had never crossed
his mind that the laird could have been involved in the
accusations.
    “ Yes the one
that set them all against me as well as you,” anger now mixed with
the words along with a cold tempered hatred.
    “ You can’t
believe this to be true, who told you such lies?” The troubled soul
of the minister showed the shock of this revelation.
    “ I heard it
from his own mouth, the night I took my first soul,” she gloated
venomously.
    It dawned on him what she
was saying. He also knew what she planned to do. “But you can’t,
not the laird.”
    “ And why not?
After all he plotted against you too,” pleasure at the look this
brought to his face filled her.
    He took a moment to
answer, “He is you’re half brother so you must forgive
him.”
    His words were like a bolt
of lightning striking deep into her being. She could tell this was
the truth, she knew he had no reason to lie.
    “ Forgive!” She cackled
dryly, “and what of his plotting your down fall as
well.”
    “ No matter now, I am beyond his reach now as are you so you must turn away from
the evil you have wrought.”
    “ But still he
goes unpunished,” she said coldly.
    “ It is not
for you to seek such things, it is for the Lord,” he beseeched
her.
    “ And that is
not enough; I have become the instrument by which justice shall be
visited upon him,” the venom grew within her.
    “ Please, come
with me to the light and find forgiveness,” his imploring words
found only the stone wall of her soul, which the cruelty she had
endured had created within her.
    She could feel
the sadness that this brought to him yet , she herself was only filled with the need for
retribution. He shook his head as his eyes fell to the floor, no
words he knew could now reach the girl he had always thought of as
in some way his.
    He turned then
drifted into the shadows and was gone. She knew he had left to find
the rest he had wanted for her but knew she could not find until
all those she sought was
imprisoned in the jar she had found in the shattered remains of
happier times.
    She remembered without a wisp of regret
the old Minister as she placed her jar on a stone plinth that had
once acted as a cooling stone when this small oblong room had been
used for food storage.
    She didn’t need much space
for she never slept just waited for the glorious night and her
chance to wander freely. She didn’t use the other part of the
cellar for from time to time curious children would come in the
summertime to explore.
    Sometimes she
would have fun with them by making noises to scare them; scratching
at the decaying wooden wall, which hid her room from the rest of
the tiny underground cellar, the door long ago boarded
over.

    C hapter 11

    “ Did you say something?” Mick y said as he turned his head to look up at his friend as he
held open a black bag.
    “ No,
why?”
    They had made
good progress sweeping all the way to the front of the walled
garden though they could have easily done more if they had wanted too. Micky kept his younger
friend from working to hard though, after all they only got minimal
wage for the work so why push themselves as Micky liked to put
it.
    “ I just
thought I heard you say something but didn’t hear what it was,”
Micky explained looking at his wrist watch, “anyway that looks like
it’s about lunchtime so let’s just get the rubbish
bags.”
    Andy scooped
the last of the pile of dead leaves into the half filled black bag. Micky tied the plastic
container shut then tossed it to the side of the road next to an
already full one, as Andy made to pick up the other one. “What you
doing?” Micky asked frowning at the tall youth.
    “ Getting the
bags,” Andy answered wondering what was wrong.
    “ We’ll get
those ones on the way back up,” Micky shook his head, “no need to
carry them all the way down to the front of the park just to carry
them back and