The Kingdom - Clare B Dunkle - Hollow Kingdom 01 - The Hollow Kingdom

As Kate talked, they walked along hallway after hallway and up staircase after staircase, always climbing. The lovely polished stone gave way to rougher surfaces and plain doors. Marak listened attentively and asked a number of questions. When she finished, he remained deep in thought. He absently tugged the ribbon from his hair, combed his fingers through it, and shook it out, still pondering. Then he turned toward her, his strange eyes gleaming with excitement.

“So you just walked in the front door unannounced to trade your life for your sister’s,” he said. “By the Sword, Kate, I’m impressed! It’s almost unbelievable. What a King you’ll bear!” he said admiringly. “A better one than I, there’s no doubt.” Kate could think of no possible reply to this statement, but Marak expected none. He stopped in a dark passage at a large, wide double set of doors. “Your first dank cavern, Kate,” he chuckled, pulling one door open.

Kate stepped into a big, empty cave of native rock lit by the familiar globe lamps. A large, flat wall at the far end appeared to be a dark mirror, a gentle rustling sound coming from its glinting depths. As they approached it, she jerked Marak’s hand in an attack of vertigo. The wall was a sheet of calm black water, gently lapping the roof and floor. It looked just like the surface of any pond or lake except that it was vertical. Amid the gentle ripples, she could see her startled reflection and the goblin’s amused one. She reached out and dipped her hand into the wall, stirring the cool water, and then pulled it out wet and watched it drip onto the cavern floor.

“That’s enough,” Marak laughed. “You’re making waves. Back up a few steps so we can see what we’re doing. And you don’t need to hang on to my hand like that. If you don’t jump in, you’re not likely to drown. Now, let’s see where your sister is,” he continued meditatively. “It’ll be a lot harder if she’s already far away.”

Their reflections faded from the water’s surface. In their place appeared a low, cluttered room full of boxes, old furniture, and sacks of various descriptions. A candle burned on a three-legged table, and on a musty couch lay the small, thin figure of Emily. She was bundled into some kind of restraining jacket, and her eyes were tightly blindfolded. Her mouth was muffled by a voluminous gag. Not only were her ankles bound with a wide scarf, but several turns of rope over the couch kept her from rolling to the floor. Kate was absolutely speechless with horror.

“I’ll admit it,” said Marak brightly. “Your sister certainly does need releasing. Do you recognize this place?” Kate shook her head. “Let’s back up, then.”

The image changed, and Kate saw the familiar shape of the Hall under a lovely full moon. Marak pointed at a faint golden light coming from one of the basement windows.

“That’s where M is,” he said calmly.

“I don’t understand!” cried Kate.

“Oh, but I do,” the goblin assured her. “Now, let’s see. Who else is in the house?”

Kate jumped as several goblins walked quietly up to join them. Two were the goblin men from the dais. One had long white fangs and eyes like a cat’s, and the other was so hideous that Kate couldn’t bear to look at his face. Marak didn’t turn around to acknowledge the newcomers. He was looking into the study at Dr. Thatcher and Hugh Roberts. They appeared to be arguing. The scene dissolved, only to be replaced by the Hall kitchen. Mrs. Bigelow sat alone at the big wooden table, her wrinkled face wet with tears.

“Is that all?” mused the King. “Where are the others? Let’s see—where’s John, the stable boy?” Again the scene dissolved and was replaced, this time by a view of a path through the moonlit woods. A whole party of servant men was walking along with several hounds on leashes. “There are the men. But the women? Where’s the cook? Oh, he’s used them to send a message to the Lodge,” he remarked, studying the shifting images. “My guess is that each and every one of them refused to make the trip alone.” Kate stared unhappily into the parlor at Hallow Hill Lodge. Her aunts sat weeping on the couch, surrounded by the maids, the Lodge cook, and the Hall cook.

The King turned away from the water and began talking to the two goblins from the throne room. The hairy black creature who had taken his cape trotted up with a bulky bundle of clothing balanced on a stool, forming a mound so high compared to its diminutive stature that only its eyes were visible above it. As it turned toward Kate, she noted in alarm that its eyes were large and brilliant orange in color. Beside it trotted another, smaller creature of similar shape, carrying boots. This creature had orange hair and black eyes instead and so was the reverse of its larger twin.

The black-haired one plopped the stool down before the King and gathered up the clothing. Marak sat down, deep in conversation with the goblin men, who were apparently his lieutenants. The small orange goblin wedged the King’s shoes off deferentially and handed him thick socks, which he absently pulled on. It handed the King first one black boot and then the other.

Seylin trotted through the door. Behind him, a huge yellow-eyed ape swung in on his knuckles. Kate was surprised to find that he was covered with dark gray feathers. Another one swung in after the first, identical except that his feathers were dirty white. If Kate had seen the next two goblins a week ago, she would have gone into fits. As it was, she gave a small squeak of alarm and moved a little closer to Marak, who looked up at them as he pulled on his boots and exclaimed in satisfaction. The new arrivals had skinny, stiltlike legs longer than their King was tall and similar long, polelike arms. Their bodies and heads were quite tiny by comparison, resembling round, fat barrels with knobs on the top. Each held a large paintbrush in one hand and a paint bucket in the other. As the King rattled off orders, they glided about restlessly on their long folding legs and put their arms out sideways, bending and straightening them. They reminded Kate sickeningly of spiders.

Marak rose and went back to the water mirror. The two tall, spidery goblins followed him. Hand out, the King called up the image of the search party. They were at the shadowy cliffs of the Hill now, lanterns swaying, standing and arguing. The search party became smaller as he backed the mirror away from the scene. In a few seconds, Kate saw tall black trees crowd the foreground.

Now Marak cupped his hands, frowning into them in concentration. A white smoke lapped over his fingers and began drifting to the cavern floor. He held his hands out toward the mirror and blew gently. Tatters of smoke floated into the surface of the water. Kate saw mist begin to rise among the trees and shimmer in the moonlight. The goblin King watched the mist gathering force for a moment, lapping into hollows and wafting up toward the moon. Then he beckoned the spidery goblins. They moved forward on their long limbs and walked straight into the wall of water. In another second they were gliding down the foggy forest path.

Kate stared at the bizarre creatures moving beneath the moonlight. One applied his paintbrush to the dead tree at the head of the path. A moment later, the tree had vanished completely. The other dipped his paintbrush into his bucket and began swiping it in the air. A thick bush began to appear in the middle of the path. They next erased a large rock, only to paint it in again a dozen feet away. Within a couple of minutes, the path was unrecognizable. Paintbrushes at the ready, the creatures glided rapidly off in the direction of the arguing search party.

Marak turned away, and the mirror went dark. The rest of the waiting goblins resumed preparations, but Kate remained where she was, staring at the lapping water. She was remembering the night when she and Emily had met the goblins at their bonfire. Gates had moved, and roads had shifted. Now she realized with a shudder that she and Emily hadn’t been alone. These lofty monsters must have glided right beside them, changing the landmarks as they approached. She jumped when Marak stopped beside her. He noticed her horrified expression and nodded in understanding.