The Harp and the Ravenvine by Sanders Ted

The Harp and the Ravenvine by Sanders Ted

Author:Sanders, Ted [Sanders, Ted]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-12-26T08:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER NINETEEN

Witness

EVERYONE SCRAMBLED TO THEIR FEET, THE OLD MAN JUST AS quick as the rest of them. “What happened? Did you find our lost Keeper?”

“Almost definitely. There’s a canoe on the river with three people in it. Humans. I didn’t get a good look at them—I only sensed them. One is a young kid, but the other two were bigger.”

“What, then, is our problem?” Mr. Meister asked.

“For starters, two hunting packs of Mordin are following the canoe. They’re creeping along the bank, hanging well back. I don’t think the people in the canoe know they’re there.”

“Two packs?” Chloe said. “What’s so special about Bo Peep that they send six Mordin after her?”

Mr. Meister waved his hand dismissively, as if this was a stupid question. “The Riven know she is seeking her daktan, and they rightly assume the daktan is in our possession. No doubt they hope she will lead them to the Warren. That is why we are here, and not back home.”

That seemed reasonable to Horace, but he had another question. “Is Dr. Jericho one of the Mordin?”

“Yes,” Neptune said.

Horace tightened his grip on the Fel’Daera. With Dr. Jericho around, of course, using the box was risky. For reasons not even Mr. Meister seemed able to explain, Dr. Jericho was especially attuned to the Fel’Daera, able to sense the box being used—not only in the present, but also through time, from the other side of the glass! And Horace had been using the box steadily since they arrived. Had he already given them away?

“Like I said, though,” Neptune continued, “that’s just for starters.”

“Explain,” Mr. Meister demanded.

But before Neptune could speak, Chloe said bluntly, “You’re all wet.”

It was true. Her cloak was heavy and clinging, her wet hair dangling limply. She was soaked through.

“Am I?” Neptune said innocently. She grabbed her cloak and wrung out the end, spilling water onto the ground. “I was following behind the canoe, trying to get closer, and then I—” She made two fists, as if she could not endure what she was about to say, then threw her hands out, fingers spread. “I was cut off.”

Mr. Meister took an alarmed step forward. “You were severed?”

“Yes. One second I was drifting over the river, and the next it was like I was in the Nevren. I couldn’t feel my tourminda. I got heavy and I fell. I was only about twenty feet up when it happened, but I’m lucky I was over the water.” Her eyes grew wider, her gaze sliding into the distance. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve fallen? Even slipping on the ice, or tripping on the stairs? I never fall. I almost forgot what falling even is.”

“But how could you be severed like that, out in the middle of nowhere?” Horace asked, afraid he knew the answer.

Neptune shuddered. “Whoever our Little Bo Peep is, she’s got a Tuner with her.”

Though he was half expecting to hear it, the word hit Horace like a blow. Gabriel stroked his chin and thumped his cane against the ground.



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