David Baldacci - The Keeper

Delph said, “But how will a big wind help us get through the Second Circle?”

“No idea,” I said quite truthfully. I looked at Petra. “Any thoughts on that, Pet ?”

“No,” she said, staring right back at me.

“Close enough call,” said Lackland, rubbing at his injury while Petra was trying to swipe his hand away.

I took the Stone from Delph, rose, walked over to them, waved the Stone over the injury, thought good thoughts and the wound vanished.

“Bloody Hel,” exclaimed Petra as Lackland ran astonished fingers over the now repaired skin.

He looked at the Stone and said, “What is that thing?”

“In this place, it’s our best friend.”

I put the Stone away and said, “We need to push on before it gets much darker. Then we can camp for the night and get an early start.”

Lackland eyed the dense trees that lay ahead. “What do you think is in there?”

“Ruddy things that can kill us,” said Delph. “That’s what.”

We grabbed our tucks and trudged on. I would have liked to fly, but while the hyperbores apparently could do so with no storms to trouble them, I knew what would happen if we took to the air.

We wended our way through the trees and forest paths so dark that I was compelled again and again to illuminate our way with my wand. Finally, when our legs could carry us no farther, we settled in for the night in a tiny clearing.

Petra and Delph gathered some wood, which I then lit with my wand. Lackland used an iron skillet he had brought to cook up some of our provisions.

I filled the goblets that Astrea had given us and then poured some water into a bowl for Harry Two.

We had escaped death from the alectos by such a slim margin, yet I was also heartened because we had all fought well together. But then a depression set in and all I could see were dismal outcomes, all of us lying dead while a herd of ugly creatures hovered over us, eagerly awaiting the coming feast. And what if these awful beasts ever invaded Wormwood? My brother and every other Wug would die. I shivered at the thought and tried my best to think of other things.

Later, after everyone had settled down — Delph had drawn the first watch — I slipped over to Lackland and sat cross-legged next to him where he lay on a bed of leaves.

“You fought well,” I said.

“But that wand-a yours. ’Tis quite a weapon, it is.”

“Have you ever been this far before?”

He shook his head. “Never needed to, never wanted to, till you lot came along.” He grinned, though the look died on his lips as he gazed over at the fading fire. “Scary thing to leave what you know.” He glanced at me. “But look at me telling you that. You left everything behind to come to this place.”

“To come through this place,” I amended.

“Aye,” he agreed.

We both grew silent, listening to the soft pops and crackles of the dying fire.

“Do you think we’ll really make it?” asked Lackland in a resigned tone. And it was then I fully realized that he was not that much older than I was.

I shrugged. “I don’t know, Lack.”

He nodded and idly rubbed at his beard. “What do you think is beyond here?”

“I just hope whatever it is, it’s better than this place.”

He chuckled. “Well, it would have to be, wouldn’t it?”

I wasn’t nearly as sure as he was about that.

I bid him good night and went over to sit next to Petra.

She gazed up at me from her bed of leaves. I wanted to broach the subject of the Finn again, but she probably sensed what I was going to do and was quicker.

“You say there are three more circles after this one?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She let out a breath and looked toward where we had come.

“Having second thoughts?” I said.

“It was only a matter of time before me and Lack were killed back there. So if we die here, what does it matter?” She paused and said, “So are you and Delph... just friends?”

Were Delph and I more than friends? In some ways we were like brother and sister. In other ways? Well, we had kissed.

“What does it matter to you?”

“I like him.”

“I like him too.”

“So I guess that answers my question,” she said, eyeing me steadily.

I rose and looked down at her. “I guess it does.” I felt cold chills in my belly.

To ward them off, I took the Finn out. “I never would have thought to undo the knots, and yet I’m a trained sorceress.”

I let that statement hang there like a storm cloud between us.

“Well, maybe you need to be trained up better.”

I almost smiled at her sarcastic remark. Almost. Because again Petra’s words reminded me of something I would have said.

I left her and lay back on my bed of leaves with my tuck under my head. I didn’t drift off to sleep. My mind wouldn’t allow it. I plucked the parchment from my pocket, made sure no one was watching and then tapped it with my wand.

An instant later the image of Silenus faced me once more.

I said quietly, “We befriended the hyperbores and managed to get the Finn from the alectos.”

He looked at me with raised eyebrows and an expression of surprise.

“The Finn. Did you indeed?”

“We know if you undo one of the knots, it makes a big wind. What else does the Finn do?”

“It will defend you against the greatest threat you will face in the Second Circle.”

Okay , I thought, that was a little vague .

“Do you have it with you?” he asked.

I pulled it out and held it up for him to see.

“Very good,” said Silenus. “Now, there are three knots.”

I looked at the twine. “I know. Undoing one knot created a mighty wind.”

“The Finn is a particular magical element with a specific power. As you discovered, undoing one of the knots creates a powerful wind. Undoing the second knot produces gale force winds.”

Well , I thought, if it were much stronger than the first wind, that was something indeed .

“And the third knot?” I asked.

“A wind of unimaginable strength, equal to many times that of the most powerful storm you have ever encountered.”

I looked down at the peg and twine. Blimey. All that from something so small and simple? And if undoing the first knot had been what had blown us out of the cave, I couldn’t imagine ever undoing the third one.

“So it will save us from the gravest danger here. What might that be?”

“Alas, you ask something to which I do not know the specific answer. But I do know that the Finn will be very helpful to you.”

I looked over at Lackland and Petra.

“Where do they come from?” I asked. “The Furinas we came upon in here?”

Silenus took some time considering my question.

“When Wormwood was created, so was the Quag, surrounding it certainly and completely, making escape impossible.”

“ Nearly impossible,” I corrected. “But go on.”

“There was a transition from the great battlefields to the village of Wormwood whilst the surrounding territory representing the Quag was being conjured. One could not have expected a totally seamless migration.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” I said.

“Some were trapped in here and never made it to Wormwood.”

“Trapped in here?”

“Yes. And no doubt some were killed. But some survived. And they bore descendants. And some of those survived and some didn’t. So really the very fittest, or perhaps the luckiest, are still with us.”

I was horrified. “How could they be left behind?”

“It was a time of great chaos and confusion, Vega Jane.”

I decided to ask him something that had been bothering me. “Could there be descendants of Maladons in here?” The image of Petra held steady in my mind.