“These places would already have been rendered. . inert.”
“You mean that the knights sleeping there have been murdered already.”
“Yes,” said Consistent Uncertainty. “You should prepare yourself for a sight that might be unpleasant to you.”
Daniel just stared at him, wondering what he meant, then wondering why he couldn’t seem to make sense of his words. He shook his head to clear it.
“Are you well?” asked Judicious Speculation. Or Argument. Daniel was becoming unsure of all of their names. “Do you need to rest?”
“No. I’ll stick,” Daniel said. “I am all correct,” he said. “My systems are go. It’s good. It’s good.”
The leafleas squinted at him, trying to figure him out. Daniel was aware that other eyes were on him as well. He had to play it cool-not raise suspicion.
“Seriously, I’m folded down and good to go, my little captain. It’s good. It’s good. We need to cover ground anyway. When we get to the next chamber, then we’ll rest. I’ll hold till then. It’s good. It’s good.”
“That sounds like the best course,” Certain Doubt said. He rolled up the map and handed it off to be secured in its tube. “Let’s keep moving.”
The leafleas moved away and Daniel shuffled after them. He had to really concentrate on moving his legs, he was so tired. He could feel his heart-every beat a cold, weak thump. He had to keep it together, to stay normal. To help him in this he recited a short mantra that made him calmer, gave him a feeling of continuity, of comfort.
“It’s good. It’s good. It’s good,” he said under his breath. “It’s sticky, it’s sticky. Sticky. Stretch. Sticky. It’s good. It’s good. It’s in a pocket. It’s good.”
III
They reached a parting of paths. To their right was a carved tunnel, bored by the inhabitants of Ni?ergeard however many centuries ago, while the natural path they walked continued down a fissure.
“Let’s rest here,” Daniel said. He sat down on a rock and broke out his water, taking a mouthful and swirling it around in his mouth.
“We are still a ways from the first chamber,” said Certain Doubt. “That was where we agreed to make our first camp.”
“I know. I just-I just can’t move another step.” That much was completely true, Daniel thought. “I just. . it’s. .” He was about to use one of his lucky words, but he had to watch it with those. He would have plenty of opportunity to say whatever he liked soon enough.
Certain Doubt had pulled the map out. “We are here,” he said, pointing a finger at a spot Daniel could not see. “It would be better for us to be here.” His finger shifted. “This place is too open. Lookouts would have to be spread too far.”
Even better for me, Daniel thought. “Look, I’ve been through a lot-a lot’s happened to me, not least of which was being hit by a troll. A troll. A troll. I’m very tired, and we’ve gone a long way, and I’m very tired. I could have asked to stop earlier. I could have. But I’m asking now. Please. My pocket. . I’m about to collapse.”
“I believe he is,” Judicious Speculation said. “He gives every appearance of acute fatigue to me.”
“Very well,” Certain Doubt said. “I shall arrange the watch. This is how it will be. .”
It wasn’t exactly as he said it would be-there was much arguing over the exact times, placing, and identity of the watch, but it was all sorted out eventually. Daniel slumped against the boulder, hunching into himself. It was just a short time now-he would rest up, but he wouldn’t sleep. He had done the calculations while they argued. He rubbed his eyes, gave his leg three hard pinches, and then fixed his eyes on the luminous dial of his watch.
IV
Freya awoke and rolled away from the cold wall she was pressed against. Sitting up, she found Vivienne still sitting at the table, making notes and comparing Ealdstan’s and Freya’s texts.
“Did I miss anything?”
Leaning back in her chair, Vivienne took the glasses off her nose and rubbed her eyes. “Not unless I did as well. Do you want to have something to eat?” She pushed a power bar toward her.
“Thanks,” Freya said, opening it and taking a nibble.
“So. Are we going to talk about Gad now?”
“Sounds like it. What do you want to know?”
“Start with telling me what really occurred when you met him. In your own words. What happened?”
“What happened? Well, I was a little girl, and Gad was much more powerful than I was. When I first saw him, Swi?gar was with me, and he attacked him, on sight. I would have stopped him, but he just leapt forward. And Gad defended himself. Swi?gar died, but not right away, I think. But he was badly wounded. Gad started to talk to me, and I didn’t agree with everything he said, but then. . I don’t agree with a lot that most people have told me over the years. But right then, there? He made the most sense. So. .” Freya swallowed, which was difficult, around the lump in her throat. This was harder than she’d thought it would be. “So he told me a way that I would be able to get home. He told me what to tell the others, about him and about Swi?gar, and I did, and. . we escaped. Daniel and I. So say what you will about him; he got me home.”
“When you say ‘he made the most sense,’ what do you mean?”
“Well, he said things that I realised I already thought but hadn’t been able to articulate. He said that Ni?ergeard is an oppressive force on this island-they live and operate in secret, making wars in the shadows. And from what I’ve seen here, in these visions, could you disagree? What gives Ealdstan the authority to do what he’s doing?”
“Just because you do not like his methods doesn’t mean he’s wrong.”
“But if he’s right, why would he keep it a secret?”
“Getting back to Gad-what about his methods? He killed Swi?gar.”
“In self-defense. Swi?gar was going to kill him. That’s what the whole mission was about! If the four of us went on a mission to kill you, don’t you think you would be justified in defending yourself?”
“What about your methods, then? It seems to me that you have been just as secretive as Ealdstan. Why did you not tell the others the truth about Gad as soon as you rejoined them?”
“What if they’d kept me there?” Freya blurted. She realised that she’d been holding back tears, but now they were rolling down her face. Her voice was thick and full of emotion. It was all coming out. “What if they’d made me go back and try to kill him again? I never wanted to kill anyone. I never have! I only ever wanted to get out, to go home!”
Vivienne waited until Freya’s tears had mostly stopped before continuing.
“But surely, once you were here, once you saw the importance of this place. . surely you saw the vital need for it to be delivered from all threat?”
“No. No!” Freya felt the rage swell up inside her. “I never saw the point. Never! I didn’t ask to get sucked into this world-it never did anything for me. Why should I help it? For all I know, Gad was right. The only thing I know about this place is what I’ve been told, and that’s been precious little. If this place is worth saving”-she motioned around to the dark walls-“then why is the world perfectly happy to carry on without it?”
“Because it stands in the breach, Freya. It stands between the spiritual realm of this world and all others that press in on it.”
“Do you really know that? Or have you been told that?”
“Because I was told it doesn’t mean it’s false.”
“And it doesn’t mean it’s true either.”
Vivienne stared back at Freya impassively. “So what is true?” she asked.
Freya palmed away the tears on her cheeks. “I understand about the dragon. And someone or something made Stowe do what he did to me. But how do I know that Ni?ergeard isn’t responsible for that? Or in any case, more responsible than Gad?”