TWELVE
PERSHORE ABBEY, 2022 AD
A mysterious phone call from Barnes Harrop sent me hurrying back to the Goughs where Aria explained the reason behind the urgent need for my presence.
“Lugus has been in touch with Barnes. You’d better sit down as this is complicated. It turns out that…” here he lowered his voice almost to a whisper—dramatic nonsense since we were alone, “…the Brotherhood meet at monthly intervals in the grounds of Pershore Abbey. They were there yesterday—”
“Mmm. The Buck Moon.”
“Sorry?”
I smiled and looked apologetic, “Oh, nothing, it was a full moon yesterday. I was just making the point. The Abbey is on the Mary ley.”
He looked anxious.
“Exactly! Lugus is worried and wants to know what they’re up to at the Abbey. He says you, with your gifts, will be able to get t
