he’s so understanding, how come you still won’t let me tell him you exist?”
“Well,” Gordon said huffily, “that’s different. That was never about him or anyone else. It was always about me, and my insecurities.”
“Which you are now cured of, right?”
He hesitated. “In theory …”
“So you’d be fine with me telling Skulduggery that I talk to you on a regular basis?”
Gordon licked his lips. “I don’t think that now is the perfect time for that. You have a lot on your plate, and I think I can be of more use to you without the distraction of other people.”
“You’re scared.”
“I’m not scared, I’m cautious. I don’t know how my friends would react. I am not actually Gordon Edgley after all – I am merely a recording of his personality.”
“But …?” Valkyrie raised her eyebrows.
“But,” he said quickly, “that doesn’t mean I’m not a person in my own right, with my own identity and value.”
“Very good,” she smiled. “You’ve been working on it.”
“I have a lot of time for self-affirmation while I’m sitting in that little blue crystal, waiting for you to drop by.”
“Is that your subtle way of telling me I should call round more?”
“I practically cease to exist when you’re not here,” Gordon said. “There’s nothing subtle about it.”
The alarm on Valkyrie’s phone beeped once. “Fletcher will be here soon,” she said, picking up the Echo Stone and its cradle. “We better get you back.”
Gordon followed as she led the way out of the living room and up the stairs. “The big meeting is this afternoon, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” she scowled. “Even after everything that’s been happening, with everything that’s hanging over me, I still have to waste my time at this stupid thing. Skulduggery says it’s important to see how this kind of politics works.”
“You’re lucky,” Gordon said wistfully. “I would have loved to have been invited to something like that when I was alive.”
“It’s going to be a bunch of people talking about what we’re going to do about setting up a new Sanctuary. What do I have to contribute to that?”
“I don’t know. A general air of grumpiness?”
“Now that I can do.”
They passed into the study, but instead of following her through the hidden doorway to the secret room where he kept the most valued pieces of his collection, Gordon went to a small bookshelf beside the window. “And how is Fletcher these days?”
“He’s grand.”
“Has he met your parents?”
Valkyrie frowned. “No. And he’s not going to.”
“You don’t think they’d approve?” Gordon asked as he scanned the books.
“I think they’d start asking all kinds of awkward questions. And I don’t think they’d like the fact that my boyfriend is older than me.”
“He’s eighteen, you’re sixteen,” Gordon said. “That’s not drastically older.”
“If I need to tell them, I will. Right now, Skulduggery has taken responsibility for asking every single awkward question that my parents could ever possibly ask, so you needn’t worry.”
“This one,” said Gordon, pointing to a thin notebook. “In here there are directions to a woman who might be able to help you.”
“She can seal my name?”
“Not her personally, but I think she knows someone who can.”
“Who is she?”
“Who isn’t important. What, however, is. She’s a banshee.”
“Seriously?”
“Most banshees are harmless,” Gordon said. “They provide a service, more then anything else.”
“What kind of service?”
“If you hear a banshee’s wail, it’s a warning that you’re going to die. I’m not sure of the advantage of such a service, but it’s a service nonetheless. Twenty-four hours after you hear it, the Dullahan gets you.”
“What’s a Dullahan?”
“He’s a headless horseman, in the service of the banshee.”
“Headless?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“So he has no head?”
“That’s usually what headless means.”
“No head at all?”
“You’re really getting hung up on this headless thing, aren’t you?”
“It’s just kind of silly, even for us.”
“Yet you spend your days with a living skeleton.”
“But at least Skulduggery has a head.”
“True.”
“He even has a spare.”
“Are we going to get past this now?”
“Yes. Sorry. Carry on.”
“Thank you. The Dullahan drives a carriage, the Coach-a-Bowers, that you can only see when it’s right up beside you. He is not a friendly fellow.”
“Probably because he has no head.”
“That may have something to do with it.”
“So this banshee,” Valkyrie said, “is she one of the harmless ones, or the harmful?”
“Now that I do not know. Banshees are an unsociable bunch at the best of times. If she isn’t too pleased to see you, though …”
“Yes?”
“I’d recommend putting your hands over your ears if she opens her mouth.”
Valkyrie looked at him. “Right,” she said. “Thanks for that.”
“When do you plan to approach her?”
“Soon,
