Primalcraft: Sins of Bygone days (book 2)

Chapter 17

(Happy Easter everyone, here comes chapter 17!)

The room was light, filled with colors as the walls were decorated with faint flower patterns. The sofas were old and you could scent a musky smell like that of old books. This was without a doubt a well-used room. Blake fidgeted on the sofa while Nemain served them tea and scones. The hotel room was far from high class and looked more like an old grandmother's livingroom but Blake had seen the like before in his old hometown.

"Sugar?" Nemain politely asked and Blake nodded while watching Nemain's expression. There were only calm. He had in the past hour asked Blake about the incident both in his childhood and last year.

"Eh, Mr. Nemain, am I in trouble?" Blake asked carefully. Nemain did not answer and merely sipped some of his tea.

"You know, Mr. Oakley. This area may not be much to the world but their tea is decent."

"Mr. Nemain?"

Nemain sighed and put down the cup. "This interview is only for the sake of formality. The evidence has already been gathered."

"And?"

"It's my duty to inform you about what is about to happen. Normally you would have someone represent you but as a Hedgewitch you aren't allowed to have a representative from the coven and no Hedgewitch is suited to be your representative."

"What about Pyramus?"

"He is a dark witch that has been banned from the Crann Eolais or so Mrs. Graycrest claims."

"You don't agree?"

"I think he was allowed just not to enter the coven. The place should be no problem but I am not allowed to argue the point."

"So I have no one to defend me?"

"Technically that is correct."

"That hardly sounds fair," Blake muttered into the tea cup.

"It isn't. It is also the reason why Hedgewitches makes such easy targets for being scapegoats. That said, I have been defending you but as a Justicar I need to be neutral and not take your side so you can imagine that it hasn't gone well."

"I thought I would just be given a small punishment like banishment."

"Yes, that should be the case but there is some dubious so-called evidence."

Blake hesitated for a while before asking the question he felt that he did not want the answer to."What is going on?"

Nemain scratched his beard with a sigh. "Remember how you attacked Ronan Walsh when you lost control over you Apery spell?"

"Yes, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Everything, I'm afraid. The druids have sent the coven a message. Remember the curse Fingal Keir created?"

"Yes, an advanced form of Malison mixed with something else according to Pyramus."

"Correct, Mr. Walsh has just received the same curse from the wounds you conflicted."
Blake stared at him in horror. He opened his mouth only to close it again unsure how to reply. "That is impossible!"

"Apparently not. I have sent several people t confirm this fact. It is a weaker version though. He is severely hurt but seems to be alive if grumpy," Nemain said with a grim expression.

"How? No, why would this matter to this case?"

"Well, the story goes that Fingal Keir created it. But now you have cast the same spell. How is that possible? According to the coven, it is because you created it. Fingal Keir is just your scapegoat."