Three to four months? Penny had thought in despair. If it truly was the summer solstice, then why seize Kate so long before? Belial was taking a big risk; surely he must know it would give the Men of Letters more time to act against him, and would pressure them to retaliate. Unless the shifters had forced things along by kidnapping her when they did. it was a bonus in their favour, but it prolonged Kate suffering. But no matter, it changed little.
Penny spent the rest of the day in some desultory research into Emma's spell, and into the Blaedens and her own twisted family line, as far back as certain records of the Men of Letters would go, and further still in her own notes and recollections.
Blaeden was likely a variant of Bladen, a not-uncommon English surname descending from Bladon in Oxfordshire and Blaydon in County Durham. The Bladens were normal enough; the Blaedens seemed unremarkable. It was only when Penny chased down the cadet lines and descendants of women under their married names, generations later that she found all manner of villainous rogues. Countess Elizabeth Bathory; Vlad Dracul, whose tale she'd mentioned to Mr Stoker; and Lord Gilles de Rais, the depraved child-murderer. She suspected a connection to the leper and necromancer King Bladud mentioned in Geoffrey of Monmouth's fanciful history of the mythic kings of England, of which Penny knew some of the truth, that they were mostly Dark Ages warlords in post–Roman occupation Britain.
Much of it was tenuous and fragmentary, and she'd not had time for full research, but if even a quarter of it were plausible, it had disturbing implications. While the Darkmoors had lurked in their gloomy corner of Devon, the Blaedens had spread their seed among the European nobility. But if their mixed bloodlines were to be the key to Belial's prison, then why wait so many centuries? Had earlier crossings failed, like in the case of the tyrant Mempricius? Were they waiting for Doomsday, which some feared would occur in 1900? Or was it simply dark and twisted eugenics, like a farmer breeding his cattle, to one day birth a perfect monster?
Penny felt sick inside, like her own flesh and blood and bone were filthy tainted things, loathsome within her skin. Family was an evil she could never get away from. She had to remind herself that her line and the other had produced some good too, decent people and heroes – like Queen Gwendolen, Kate Piper, and, she told herself, Penny Darkmoor. Mostly among the women. People were not cattle, and such a plan would struggle against the human heart and mind.
Slamming her dusty books shut, head spinning with dark history, Penny joined Victoria in time to enact the spell of location. She'd reluctantly approved letting Emma Bently attempt it, and took all manner of precautions, including having the hellhound on standby.
OOC: I decided to go with Queen Gwendolen as Penny's ancestor, and added some names from legend and history that I realised could fit:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_Gwendolen
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mempricius
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bladud
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilles_de_Rais
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