by Shae Ford
Brend thought for a moment. He pawed at his chin, gazing out at the giants around him. He seemed to be torn, and Kael feared that he would refuse.
“If he could find out where Gilderick is keeping our women,” Brend said slowly, “that would be a great help to us. We can’t set a foot out of here until we rescue our sisters.”
Kael knew that if anybody could find a roomful of women, it would be Jonathan. “I’m sure that won’t be a problem. He’s very … um, observant,” Kael said lamely. Then he got to his feet. “I’ll send Eveningwing straight away, then.”
Brend nodded distractedly, his eyes still roving around the giants. “All right, and I’ll let the others know what you’re up to.”
Kael had made to walk away when Brend’s hand clamped down around his wrist. He wore a scowl so severe that Thelred might’ve been proud of it.
“I’ll be watching you closely, rat. If you try to cut our legs out from under us, then may the plains mother have mercy on your wee little head,” Brend growled, “because I sure won’t.”
When Kael nodded, he let go — though he swore he could feel Brend’s eyes scorching the back of his neck as he ducked into the stall.
He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he didn’t see another way around it. The giants might rot in their barns if they waited around for this mysterious Prince to rescue them. So Kael planned to take matters into his own hands.
He found Eveningwing roosting contentedly in the rafters over his bed. When Kael gave him his task, he bobbed his feathery head. Then he swooped out into the night, silent as a shadow.
Kael lay down on his little patch of dirt and listened as Brend told the giants what he planned to do. There were several who were heartily against it, and they spoke loudly. But in the end, Brend seemed to convince them that they had no other choice — and promised that they could break Kael’s legs if he betrayed them.
And while he wasn’t keen on that part of the agreement, Kael felt slightly relieved when he knew that he would be allowed to carry on. He just hoped that Jonathan could stop being ridiculous long enough to find the women.
When the torches dimmed, the giants rushed back into the stall. Declan was the last to arrive. He stood in the doorway for a moment, silent and still. Whatever trust Kael gained that afternoon had obviously vanished: he swore he could actually feel Declan’s gaze pressing on him, trying to crush him.
So he turned over quickly and pretended to be asleep.
It was near the middle of the night when Eveningwing returned. Kael felt something soft hit his shoulder, and when he looked up, the halfhawk blinked back at him from the hole in the roof. He ruffled his feathers in greeting before he disappeared again, soaring out into the darkness.
Kael felt around for the object that had struck his shoulder and came up with a leaf of parchment. It was rolled tightly around a lump of charcoal, held together by a small piece of twine. He rolled the parchment open and nearly grinned when he saw the wild, looping letters that covered the page:
Oi, Kael — so nice to hear from you, mate! I have to admit that I was beginning to worry about you a little. I stick my head out the window at least three times a day, trying to see if I can catch a glimpse of you. My eyes are sore from all the straining.
But just when I thought I might never see you again, I pop my head out and what do I get? A mouthful of feathers! Can’t complain, though. I knew you’d find some way to reach me — never doubted you for a moment! Though a bloke in a nightdress is not at all what I was expecting.
I sent our new friend — Even-wings, was it? — off to the seas. He’ll tell the pirates to go on without us. I expect they’ll just pillage around a bit until we manage to spring out of here. And we will spring out, mate. Ole Gildepants doesn’t stand a chance against us — we’re the cleverest pair of villains this side of the seas!
Things are all well with me. Dred marched me up to meet His Lordship almost the moment we got inside the castle. “Whatever you do — don’t look him in the eyes,” Dred said to me. And I tell you, mate: when a bloke the size of a witch’s shanty looks worried about something, you take heed.
Anyways, I stepped into the throne room, bowed and scraped my nose to the cobblestone like any bard before a Lord — though to be safe, I kept my eyes on his boots — and he ordered that I play something straight away. So I strung up the ole fiddle and played the most boring thing I could think of. You know, with flourishes and tremors and notes in all the right places. Awful stuff.
His Lordship must’ve enjoyed it, though — because no sooner was I finished than he said: “Kill the other one. I like this one better.”
Don’t get me wrong — I’m thrilled I got the job … but I feel a little sorry for the other bloke.
Turns out that being a resident bard isn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. It is a touch boring, though. Gilderick doesn’t seem to care what I do, just so long as I show up to play at dinner. I play for the guards every now and then, but mostly I just wander around the castle, looking for something exciting to get into. Gilderick’s not much one for decoration and most of the doors are locked, but I did stumble upon a very promising mystery yesterday.
I got a bit lost and wound up going through this long, poky old hallway. There was a door at the end of it — but of course, it was locked. I was just about to go back the way I’d come when I heard it: lady voices! Whole scores of them! I could hear them chattering and giggling on the other side of the door.
As you well know, I’ve always been rather good with the ladies. So I knocked and asked if they’d kindly let me in. When the door swung open, an old witch popped out. And I mean witch literally, mate. She swung her ladle at me, screaming that men weren’t allowed inside, and I swear I felt a zap on my rump. I charged out of there so fast that I nearly left my boots behind!
Odd that you mentioned the lady giants — do you think that might be where Gilderick’s keeping them? I swear I’ve walked the castle five times over, and that’s the only place I’ve ever heard any ladies.
Well, it may be dangerous, and I might wind up with scorch marks on my rump, but I promise I’ll do my best to get inside — ah, for the good of the plan, of course. I’ll just have to charm my way past the old witch.
I’ve never tried my hand at map-drawing, but I suppose now’s as good a time to try as any! In the meanwhile, take care of yourself, mate. I know just about every other word out of my mouth is a joke, but I get the feeling that there are some seriously spooky things going on inside the castle. I can’t quite put a finger on what it is … but I haven’t slept a solid night since I’ve been here.
Chin up — and keep those wheels turning!
-Jonathan
Kael flipped the parchment over and took up the charcoal. He was so excited that he could hardly keep his hand from shaking as he wrote.
A locked door at the end of a long hallway — all he could think about was the smoking tower outside of Gilderick’s castle. If the women were locked up inside that tower, things would be much simpler than Kael could’ve ever hoped for: they wouldn’t have to storm the whole fortress, they’d only have to figure out a way inside that tower.
And with enough time to think, Kael knew he could crack it.
Chapter 16
Abomination
As they traveled deeper into Whitebone, Kyleigh kept track of the days by rations.
At dawn on the fourth day, they had no meat left — because try as she might, she couldn’t keep Silas from pilfering it. She remembered the fifth day clearly, because Silas had spent it moaning loudly about how he was sure to shrivel up and waste away if he had to eat one more bowl of spice rice and dates. On the sixth day, she clocked him over the head and carried his unconscious form across her shoulders for miles, just to have some peace.
Then on the seventh day came relief.
“Stop. Do you hear that?”
She turned and saw Silas standing with his arms and legs apart. He stepped gingerly in a c
ircle, as if he was trying to pick his way across a path of rusted nails.
“Kyleigh, please hit him again,” Jake muttered as he caught up with them.
Poor Jake. After their first day in the burning sun, he’d woken with his face and neck covered in angry red blisters. Kyleigh hadn’t thought to pack any ointment: the sun weakened her, but it never burned her skin. And Silas had just turned a deeper shade of brown. But Jake burned badly.
He’d been so miserable that he’d tried to heal it himself out of desperation. The result was that the hair on his face now grew twice as fast as it had before. And with the painful blisters still underneath, he couldn’t shave. Six days later, he had a full, bushy beard.
“No, I hear something — little scratching sounds …” Silas’s voice trailed away as he sank into his lion form. He tore into the sand with his front claws, ripping it up onto Kyleigh in stinging waves.
She was too exhausted to pound him for it. Instead, she sat on her pack and felt around for the nearest canteen.
The skins kept the water cool, but their thirst drained it faster than the sun’s rays ever might have. She’d been rationing her drinks, and the lack of moisture was beginning to take its toll on her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d relieved herself.
“He’s gone completely mad,” Jake said as he plopped down next to her, shooting a look at Silas.
After a considerable amount of effort, Jake managed to find the top of one of his invisible canteens. He uncorked it, tilted it back for a drink — and poured most of the water straight up his nose.
“How close are we?” he snapped, wiping his face impatiently with his arm. He grimaced when his sleeve brushed across his blisters.
Kyleigh looked away before he could catch her eyes. “It shouldn’t be too long, now.”
“What does that mean? A day? Two days?” Jake made a disgusted face at the sun. “A week?”
“I’m not sure. I think we’re close —”
“Not sure? Close? I thought you knew where we were going.” When she didn’t respond, Jake reached over and very suddenly pulled down her hood. “We’re lost!” he said, when he saw her face.
She bristled against that thought. “We’re not lost. I just … well, it’s a little more difficult to navigate than I thought it would be.”
“But I thought you said you’d been here before?”
She hardly had a chance to open her mouth before Jake figured it out:
“You flew.” In his shock, his glasses slid the whole way down his nose, and he made no move to push them back. “The last time you traveled to the Baron’s castle, you flew there! You didn’t walk. You have no idea how to navigate from the ground, do you?”
“Of course I know how to navigate from the ground,” Kyleigh said defensively. She gazed around at the endless dunes, at the white-hot sky, and the realization began to creep in. “The truth is, I’ve never wandered through a land quite like this …”
Her words trailed away as a wave of exhaustion swept over her. The sun may not have burned her skin, but it thwarted her in far more exhausting ways. In this empty land, her senses were next to useless: there were no scents to follow, no trails to pick up, and even a dragon’s sight couldn’t reach far enough to do them any good.
During the day, the horizon danced madly in the blistering heat — stacking the dunes atop each other, creating illusions of refuge to tease them. At night, the light from Jake’s fire wall kept them from being able to see into the distance. They’d rise with the sun at their face, determined to keep it there. But by evening it would be hovering far to their left or right.
She had no idea just how many miles they’d wandered off-course. And the longer they stayed trapped in the desert, the more her strength began to fade.
Her blood had already begun to lose its magic. The sandy hills burned so hot during the day that Kyleigh swore she could feel the heat in the soles of her boots. The moment the sun went down, the hills turned cold — chilling her to the bone.
The hot, dry air raked across the insides of her nose every time she breathed in, and the skin cracked like the barren ground beneath them. Her nose had bled and dried several times over, and it wasn’t long before she couldn’t smell anything at all — not even Silas’s stench.
All around them, the land was deathly quiet. Only the wind seemed to have a voice, and it never stopped speaking. Every gust of air carried little bits of sand in its folds, just enough to sting their lips and ears. It howled through the hollow hours of the night, blowing the tops off of the dunes and gathering them into new piles — so that by the time they woke, the land had completely changed.
They had no choice but to set out stubbornly at the dawn of each day … prepared to lose themselves to the hot, shifting world once again.
“It’s not all that bad,” Jake said. He must’ve seen the many frantic thoughts flashing behind her eyes, and now he was determined to solve their problems. “Let’s see … ah!” He twisted towards her, planting his hands on his knees. “You could always go on a scouting expedition — you know, wing about and see what’s out there. Silas and I would wait for you.”
Kyleigh tried to smile, but the gesture pulled too roughly on the dried skin across her lips. “I can’t, Jake. I haven’t got the strength for a flight.”
After they’d run out of meat, things had gone downhill quickly. Now her dragon half was starving.
It took all of her concentration to melt them a new glass shelter each night. Even at that, the lightness in her head often sent the world spinning. Her hunger was far beyond pain or a rumbling stomach — last night, she’d nearly passed out.
If she tried to take flight, she thought she might very well drop straight out of the skies. And who would look after Jake and Silas, then? No … she needed to save her strength. There was a cleverer way to go about things, and she was determined to figure it out.
Kyleigh looked to the north … well, she hoped it was north. In the desert, the sun seemed to spend an unnatural number of hours hovering at the top of the sky. It climbed eagerly to noon each day and then paused, as if the wispy clouds somehow held it captive. Several hours would pass where the sun hung directly over their heads, making any sort of navigation impossible. At last, it would manage to pull itself free — only to plummet beneath the horizon as quickly as it had risen.
“We ought to start cutting back towards the Baron’s highway. I don’t know how many nights of fire I have left.”
“That goes for both of us,” Jake muttered. A grim smile peeked out through his tangled beard. “If we don’t get some food in our bellies, or find somewhere solid to plant our feet, we might as well —”
A scream interrupted him — a cry that Kyleigh recognized immediately. She spun to look at Silas.
He’d been digging while they talked. Sand coated his nose and powdered his coat, but all of his work had been worth the effort: he now had a lanky rabbit clamped between his pointed teeth. He pounded his front paws into the earth, jerking his head repeatedly at the hole he’d dug.
Kyleigh needed no translation.
She jumped into the hole and jammed her arm into the rabbits’ burrow. It was a natural rock tunnel, a giant stone hidden beneath the sand. There was a whole family of hares hiding out inside the rocks, where the minceworms couldn’t burrow in and get them. She grabbed a pair of flailing legs and yanked them free, flinging the terrified creature in Silas’s direction.
Five hares flew out of the tunnel and into Silas’s waiting jaws. There might’ve been more, but Kyleigh couldn’t reach in any further. She sat back on her heels and turned to look at Silas. There was a brief moment when she realized that he could’ve gobbled the hares up as she flung them, leaving none for anybody else. But that fear passed when she saw him doing nothing more than standing protectively over their mangled bodies.
“Well done, cat. We’ll have a feast tonight,” she said.
Haughtiness flashed behind his eyes, but it was a half
hearted and exhausted gesture. He must’ve felt the weariness more in his animal form, as well.
Silas stepped aside, letting Jake wrap the hares so that they wouldn’t spoil. A week ago, he might’ve snapped Jake’s hand off at the wrist — or perhaps he would’ve already eaten him.
For a moment, Kyleigh was actually rather proud of Silas … and she wondered if that meant she might be sun-stroked.
*******
When evening came, they were all in high spirits. Kyleigh cleaned the rabbits and Jake cooked the whole lot with a hefty serving of spice rice and dates. They each had two heaping bowls full — though the way Silas and Jake carried on, passersby might’ve wondered if they’d had a few tankards of ale to go along with it.
“Oh, fantastic,” Silas moaned, rolling over on his side.
Jake was doing a very off-key impersonation of Uncle Martin. He raised his invisible canteen in a toast. “To your health, Sir Cat! Had it not been for your keenly pointed ears and your keenly pointed teeth, we wouldn’t have such fine rabbits to grace our pot!”
Silas wore a bearskin pelt like a cape, with its massive front paws tied in a knot around his throat. He bowed and swooped it out beside him. “I thank you, shaman. You could not have put your adoration in a more deserving direction. As for you …” He fell on his knees next to Kyleigh. “I think I’ve earned a kiss.”
“Not a chance,” she said, shoving him away.
His glowing eyes widened pitifully. “Please? I’ve never had one before. I’ve often wondered why the humans find them so exciting.”
“You know, I’ve never had one either,” Jake said, looking up from where he’d been busily cleaning his spoon. “Why are they so exciting, Kyleigh?”
A memory that she’d fought for months to bury suddenly burned sharply against her lips. Heat sprung to her face. She found she couldn’t think of anything to say … and that never happened.
Fortunately, her companions were so flush with glee that they didn’t seem to notice.
