David Baldacci - The Keeper

I froze, awaiting Thorne possibly springing up and wondering how his wardrobe had managed to open its own door. But he didn’t stir. I closed the door behind me after sliding the box with the mystic carving back where I’d found it.

I looked up at the massive chamber door. I tried to wedge my head through an opening between it and the wall, but I couldn’t fit. The ekos had leaned it back against the wall so that there were only crevices on either side. There was a hole dead center in the door where the Elemental had hit it, only it wasn’t large enough for me to climb through. And anyway, it was too far off the floor for me to reach.

I placed my fingers inside one of the crevices, set my feet and pulled. The door didn’t budge. It would have been easy with Destin around my waist because of the exceptional strength it conveyed to me. But my chain was around Thorne’s waist and I seriously doubted I could strip it off him without the bloke noticing. I almost cried out when I heard the whispery voice from the other side of the huge door.

“Wotcha, Vega Jane?”

It was Delph.

I crept forward and put my mouth right next to the crevice.

“He’s in here asleep, but I can’t get out.”

“Stand back,” he said.

“What are you going to do?” I breathed through the crevice.

“Same as I did before.”

The Elemental struck the door dead-on less than a sliver later, and it toppled inward. I was through the opening so fast that I could see the Elemental smack back into Delph’s outstretched glove. Then he disappeared down the hall, running for his life. I was also running for my life down the passage because morta rounds were exploding out of the chamber I had just escaped. I turned for a moment and saw Thorne in the open doorway. He had a short-barreled morta in either hand and was blasting away. And though I might be invisible, I was still flesh and blood. One round zinged past my ear. Another splattered off the wall, and a piece of stone shattered off, hit my arm and cut it. I kept running and didn’t stop until I was back in our sleeping chamber. Delph was already there, bent over, his big chest heaving in and out.

The full-size Elemental was on the floor. Delph had forgotten to shrink it and Thorne might be here any sliver. I snatched the glove off his hand, hefted the golden lance and willed it to its tiny size.

Delph nearly jumped to the ceiling. It was then I realized that he could not see me. He had just seen the Elemental and the glove suspended in air.

I spun the ring around until it was back to its normal position.

He stared at me like he’d seen an adar flying around the room.

“How— how— how—?” Poor Delph couldn’t finish. He was shaking too badly.

“It was the ring.” I held it up.

“How can a bloody ring make you... make you not there?”

I twisted the ring and vanished. I knew I had vanished because Delph was looking around to see where I’d gone. I put it back once more and reappeared. “I don’t know how it does it, Delph. I’m just glad it did so this night. Otherwise I’d be dead.” This made me remember what I’d discovered.

“Delph, I have so much to tell you.”

I told him about the picture first.

He scratched his chin and said, “So you think Thorne is Morrigone’s father?”

“I’m sure of it. And Murgatroyd is her mother. Was her mother. She’s dead.”

“Well, how do you know that?” he asked.

“Because of the second thing I found. It was a letter. From Virgil to Thorne.”

“What letter?”

“Virgil accused Thorne of murdering Murgatroyd with poisoned mushrooms. He said he was going to see Thorne executed for his crime. And he mentioned Morrigone in the letter. He said that Thorne had robbed her of her mother. That’s why Thorne had to flee Wormwood.”

“Bloody Hel,” exclaimed Delph. “That bloke just likes to kill, don’t he?”

I sat down on the pallet next to him. “Murgatroyd was like Morrigone. It was her job to take care of Wugs and Wormwood. I bet that made Thorne jealous. I bet he also knew what else she could do. The same things Morrigone can do now.”

“Ya mean magic-sorcery stuff?”

“I wonder if Morrigone even knows what really happened to her mother?”

“Makes me feel kind-a sorry for her,” said Delph.

I had never thought I would feel sorry for Morrigone. But if Thorne had murdered Morrigone’s mother? What a weight to carry in one’s heart.

I was surprised that Thorne had not turned up to check on us by now. But perhaps he was chasing down grubbs in some far-off part of his kingdom. At least it would give us some time to think.

Thorne was undeniably a monster. And he had to be stopped. Now. But how? Then I remembered. The book I had taken from under Thorne’s mattress. Maybe there was something in there.

I pulled the book out and showed it to Delph.

“Blimey,” he said. “Experiments?”

We started reading the book together. It was filled not only with words but with drawings. We both turned pale and then I felt sick to my stomach.

They were drawings of cut-up ekos, gnomes and grubbs. The drawings of young ekos, their bodies all disfigured, made me sick. I had to look away.

“He’s... been experimenting on them ,” Delph said.

“Someone’s coming,” I said in a hushed voice. I looked down at the ring. The blasted ring. If I was found with it? And the book!

I gazed around, searching for a hiding place. But there was really nowhere. Then something nudged my hand. It was Harry Two. I looked at my canine and he looked back at me. I took the ring off and he opened his mouth. I placed the ring inside and he closed his snout. I slid the book of experiments under him and Harry Two lay right down, his big body covering it completely. I blew out the candle, and the chamber was plunged into darkness. Delph and I quickly lay down and pretended to be asleep.

A few moments later, Thorne stalked in, followed by a number of ekos. They were carrying torches and mortas. Luc was one of them. I sat up, stretched and let out a yawn.

“What is it?” I asked sleepily. “What’s all the fuss now?”

Thorne came to stand over me. He looked first at me, then at Delph. His gaze swept over but did not linger on Harry Two, who lay there on the floor with his snout between his front paws.

“What’s all the fuss now ?” said Thorne. “What do you mean by that?” he added suspiciously.

“Well, there was this commotion before. Screams. Morta shots. Then it quieted down. And then it started up again. But then it quieted down again. Until you blokes showed up.”

Thorne kept peering at me. “Have you been here all this time?”

I nodded and said, “Where else would we be?”

Thorne looked at Luc, who said, “ ’Tis true, my king. They never left here. ’Twas the grubbs come back, no doubt.”

“Hmm, I wonder,” said Thorne. There was a look in his eyes and a dangerous sound in his tone that made my skin turn cold.

“I want them searched,” he said, pointing at me and Delph.

“What are we looking for, my king?” said Luc.

Thorne roared, “I’ll know it when I see it, Luc. Just do it.”

Now I knew he had discovered the ring missing. I didn’t know about the book. Perhaps he hadn’t looked under his mattress. I put on my blankest expression and prayed to Steeples that Delph was able to do the same. I took a chance at glancing over at him and discovered that Delph had slumped back down and looked like he was asleep.

I was so proud of him!

We were searched and nothing was found. Of course they never thought to look in my canine’s mouth for the ring or under him for the book. Thorne was not pleased, I could tell. And neither was I, at least not entirely. Now I knew Thorne would believe there were traitors among his number. And the last thing I wanted was to bring peril to Luc and his family. As Thorne stalked off, Luc gave me a tremulous glance that only heightened my fear for him.