Lenya smiled broadly at Markiel.

"I can't claim to be a practicing Catholic but the old rituals have always been a great comfort to my family. Martinmass in particular is a favorite, for if Jesus can find praise for a pagan who does good, then there might be hope even for witches."

In the background the disel engine rattled to life and Bert pulled away from the small dock headed back to the mainland for any latecomers. He waved his usual cheerful wave as the old craft nosed out towards the sound.

"But lets not stand out here discussing theology. Jakalo's fine goose will need tending!" With an elaborate gesture she turned and led the group up the steep climb to the house. Martainmass lanterns winked in the trees along the way, providing an ambiance of fairie light. Deep down Lenya had to admit that she was showing off a little, her family money was old and she had never wanted anything but it gave her pleasure to use it to create beauty. Her sister Emmaline would have scoffed at the extravagance, but if Emma choose to live like a nun, then that was her affair.

The entered through the garden past the glistening ice sculptures, purchased from the arts students of the University of Maine, and passed through the large wooden doors set in the glass and wooden walls. The parlor was large and carpeted in rich cream. Polished wooden sideboards held a variety of finger foods ranging from the mundane to the extravagant. She had used a catering company for most of it, though there were a few hand made efforts, which despite her enthusiasm looked a little amateurish compared to the professionally prepared stuff.

The smell of roasting goose filled the room, chasing away the last of the early winter cold. She turned to her guests.

"Please make yourselves at home, Im going to check on the goose and then dinner will be served."

She felt a little twinge of nervousness in her stomach, and smiled to recognize a trace of social anxiety.

"I'll be right back."