Angus poured a dose of the new sleeping potion, despite his dislike of it. He had absolutely no desire to take it at all. He did not want to sleep and while he appreciated Ruby's attempt to reassure him, she wasn't able to help him with this. Iya could but he didn't want her to have to. He saw her settling herself into a comfortable chair for the night, with her table and her cards, a few little potions bottles, and her runestones. Beau poured the last of the chicory coffee into a mug for her, and he took a tin of Iya's own herbal tea from her bag and proceeded to put a pot on for her to drink during the night.
Angus headed upstairs and got into bed, turning down the light. He did not want to turn the light completely out. He enchanted it to be very dim, very much like a dim nightlight. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a need to not let the room get entirely dark. He reluctantly took the potion, feeling some level of dark foreboding. He opened his book deciding to just read for a few minutes by the dim light, but he didn't read more than a minute or two before the sleep potion was hammering at his brain. He closed the book and laid it aside.
"Goodnight, Ru," he told her quietly. He closed his eyes, and tonight, he felt as if he was slipping away, floating away on the tide. Everything was dark, and he could smell the strong smell of the wet grass, the mud, the nighttime smells of the murky swamp. He could hear frogs and crickets, and in the distance he could hear kalimba music, with drums and a didgeridoo. That was something he had heard before in these dreams. As he got closer, the music got louder. He could see the dancers but he couldn't see Marie.
"She's not here," Angus said softly to Iya in his dreams.
"Yes, she is," Iya whispered. "I can feel her. She's here somewhere. Carefully--go look for her. We need to know what she's up to. Don't get close. Just see where she is." Angus started walking through the area, and he walked up to the shack, but he could not step up onto the porch. He was somehow blocked from that.
"I'm blocked," he told Iya. "Suppose there's a cellar door?"
"Maybe a backdoor," she said. "Not a cellar door. We don't have cellars down here because we're below sea level. It's too wet here for a cellar. We don't even normally bury our dead underground. It happens occasionally, but not often. Maybe there's a back door." He walked around the house, and then, he could see Marie across the yard. She was crouched down low to the ground, on what looked to him, in the darkness like a little building, maybe about the size of a garden shed. It was too dark to see clearly what the building actually was or looked like.
"Over there," he told Iya. "What's she doing?"
"I don't know. I can't see. Go closer--carefully. Do not let her hear you approaching," she told him. He knew how to be silent. He crept up slowly, silently. Then he could hear her chanting something.
"She's singing," he told Iya. Going closer, he could see she was doing something in a clay bowl. She was making something.
"Spellcasting. I need to hear her spell," Iya told Angus. "Go a little closer." Angus walked another couple steps, and he could smell whatever she had in the bowl. It stunk. It smelled like death to him. He heard her sing, and then she cackled a little, like she was excited about her dark task, and then she'd sing some more. And then, from Angus's side, he felt Iya suddenly vanish. She had left him. Anxiety rose up sharply in him when he felt that he would need to face her alone, especially if Robert's potion kept him trapped here.
Angus didn't know, though, that Iya hadn't actually left him at all. She had opened her eyes, bounced up from her chair and snatched up one of the potions bottles.
"Beau! She's trying to take him! We have to wake him up!" Iya said, dashing up the steps, with Beau already a couple steps ahead of her. Beau and Iya burst into the bedroom, and Beau raced to Angus and tapped his face, trying to wake him.
"Angus," Beau called. "Wake up."
"Dwet long! You cannot have him!" In Angus's dream state, Iya was shouting at Marie, and she was firmly telling Marie that she had to let Angus go because Iya already had made a voodoo claim on Angus. "He's already mine! You have failed. Release him this instant or I will kill you." Angus heard Marie screech in rage that there was someone else here. "Show her your coin, Piti." In his sleep, he showed Marie the coin around his neck and Marie apparated out of his dream. It was after Marie had apparated out that he could wake.
Beau sat him up, and Marie handed Beau the bottle of potion.
"Good. You're safe now. Drink," Beau told Angus. He fed Angus two big gulps of the potion, and then he paused, looking at Angus.
"Are you fully out?" Iya asked Angus, seeing that Angus was still groggy.
"I think so," Angus said, not sure of what had happened.
"Good job. You did well," she smiled at him. "Come downstairs. You need just a little of the tea I brewed. Even part of a cup will be enough. Well done. I'll go get the tea. Beau, bring him downstairs." She turned and left the bedroom, going down to the kitchen.
"What did she call her?" Angus asked Beau.
"Dwet long--It's a creole insult. Iya called her a thief," Beau grinned. "It literally means someone with long fingers--long enough to be in other people's things. Come."
"Sorry, Ru," Angus said. "That was a rude awakening. I apologize." Beau supported Angus as he stood up, and everything spun viciously.
"The tea will fix that. It helps," Beau said, steadying him. "You're having a temporary energy imbalance. Seers get it all the time. The potion we gave you will help, and so will the tea. I think Iya will tell you you're safe to sleep for the rest of the night. I don't think Marie will be able to get to you anymore tonight."
"Go back to sleep, Ru," Angus said. "You don't need to watch me drink tea. It isn't like you haven't seen that before." He cast her a bit of an amused smile and let Beau help him downstairs.