But, above all this, I am a necromancer. My whole existence is, and has always been, defined by my ability to commune with the dead, to summon spirits to divine the future and gain insight, to use their magic to strengthen my own spells of protection so that I might do good in the world, protect my family, and continue to keep the Great Secret. Surely, it would be denying what I am not to use my gift to help my brother. What would be the point of all those years of study and training, all my father’s diligent instruction, all the strength and wisdom of the coven, if I could not use my craft to save someone I love? For centuries, necromancers before me have done just as I am doing now, and many had not the purest motive of all as I do—the motive of love. I can use the Elixir, I can raise Freddie, I can sustain him with spellcraft and regular treating with that precious potion that is at the very center, the heart, of what a Lazarus witch is. There is a price to pay, I understand that. And I will see that nothing is taken that is not paid for. I will not give away the Great Secret, and I will see to it that no one is harmed through my actions. I know I am breaking my coven vows by attempting Infernal Necromancy. Would Father have done as I have done? Would he have sacrificed Freddie? I must follow what I feel to be the right thing. Perhaps, after all, this is a way that my loyalties can be brought together—my loyalty to my family and to the coven. Should not the Lazarus witches be able to withstand such a deed? Will I be cast out for my actions? I cannot know. I only know I cannot abandon my brother.

As soon as Withers had laid Freddie gently on the floor at the center of the sacred circle in the Great Chamber I bid him leave me and see that I was not disturbed by anyone, even a fellow coven member. There was nothing further he could do to assist me. Indeed, this was the first time, in all these years, that he had ever set foot in the rooms beneath the house. I sensed his wonder, his awe, but he was intent on helping me and knew that this was not the time to ask questions. I am blessed to have such a friend. So is Freddie.