The Hollow Bettle by Susannah Appelbaum

Author:Susannah Appelbaum
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2009-08-10T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty

Windwhippers

gain, as the tall lady’s lively spirit left the room, the pair experienced a shift in mood. This time, a dark impatience settled in, and the shadows that were kept at bay by Clothilde’s brightness quite soon resumed their dim shade. Ivy found herself fixated on the darker side of waiting.

“This Prophecy,” Ivy began. “There’s nothing about it in the Guide?”

“Nothing.” Rowan shook his head.

“On the trestle, Axle told me that Uncle Cecil went to Templar in my stead.”

“Why? To protect you? Maybe that’s why he didn’t tell you about her.” He nodded in the direction of the door, contemplating. “Ivy, she frightens me.”

Ivy nodded in complete agreement. She knew they needed her, though—to get off the island—so she tried hard to forget that Clothilde had poisoned her friend with baneberry

The pair moved to a huddle on the bearing stone, which now seemed a little too close for comfort to the small door and the bleak stairs down to Underwood.

“You don’t suppose the Outrider could follow us here, do you?” Ivy glanced back at the stone chimney.

Rowan shuddered, the darkness further intruding.

“I doubt it. Either way, we’re stuck here. Look at all this water!”

A gentle yet persistent lapping of the water’s edge encompassed them as it nudged the island and the old cottage. Rowan, although sufficiently athletic, was not a confident swimmer even when outfitted with the proper attire. The water made the taster nervous, and rather than confide this in his new friend, he allowed his mind to turn to his grim brush with death. The visage of Vidal Verjouce returned to him and with it the recollection of some of what he was taught at the Guild. His heart sank.

“The thing about Outriders is their persistence. They never fail. He won’t return to Rocamadour empty-handed. He’s not allowed.”

Ivy frowned. This didn’t fit into her plan of finding her uncle.

“I wonder if the same goes for Mr. Flux,” she whispered. He seemed, in the way of a tick, to be small but persistent.

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