“Okay Eddie, you can go first and play scout,” I said.
Eddie beamed and a few others rolled their eyes.
“Great!” he said.
“He can’t beat my wings!” said Sarah. Her arms were crossed.
“How are you going to open that door if its heavy and you’re a five ounce bird?” asked Eddie.
“Sarah, Eddie’s going first,” I said. “Let’s not argue already, we only have a few minutes to set up.”
Eddie headed for the tiny black changing tent, pulling off his shirt as he went. White coarse hairs were already sprouting from his temples.
I followed him. “Maybe you should go with your upper half still human. Then you would have arms and be able to handle a surprise on the other side of that door.”
Eddie shook his head. “Balancing is harder on two hooves. I can race up that beam as a mountain ram. Faster than anything that doesn’t fly anyway, and fliers will have trouble with that door if it’s heavy. I can just ram that out of the way. I’ll get you two points for making it first, and then you’ll see what I can do in the next stage.”
I nodded, my lips cinched tightly. I could tell he wanted to be all ram, he liked it that way. Since we really didn’t know what was on the other side, he might be right or wrong.
“I don’t like it,” said Beth. She had trailed me. Eddie was in the tent now, changing. The sides of the tent bulged as his curved horns sprouted.
“It’s your first game!” I said, laughing. “You’re second-guessing already.”
She nodded and smiled. “What was that he said about points?”
“The scoring system is simple,” I said. “If you make it across an obstacle, you get one point. If you get past an obstacle before the other guy you are racing against you get two points. The only other rule is that if you make it all the way to the end, you double your whole score for the race. That’s the whole system, but there is strategy. Sometimes it’s better to blast through as many stages as you can super fast to beat the other guy and get two points for each obstacle until you fall. A player who takes it slowly might make it farther, but with only one point per obstacle. Going all the way to the end is rare, of course. “
“Ah,” said Beth, “Double points if you make it to the end? That must make things stay exciting.”
“Right, a spectacularly fast run all the way to the finish can score huge points. That happens more often when people know what to expect at each stage. Often, the winning team wins by surprise in the last few races. You never know for sure which side has won until the last race.”
A deep, throbbing horn blew. The basement walls reverberated with the heavy sound.
“What’s that?” asked Beth.
“An old hunting horn, I think. We have one minute until the race starts.”
Eddie burst out of the changing tent and trotted up to the starting line.
On the other side was Haley, a tall girl that had changed into an Ocelot, a small Amazonian member of the cat family. She looked like an overgrown housecat that had gone wild. Her fur was orange and sleek. She snicked her claws in and out and hunkered down at the starting line as if preparing to pounce on a mouse.
“She’s fast-looking,” said Beth.
“It will be a race to that first door, but if it’s heavy, Eddie should beat her through it.”
Before I knew it, everyone was shouting, “Huzzah!” in unison. The brick walls bounced back the cries and the noise was deafening. After the third Huzzah, the hunting horn blew again. The race was on.
Eddie charged up the beam, galloping nimbly. But the cat-shaped Haley was even faster. She sprang up the beam, hardly having to use her claws.
“He’s losing!” cried Beth.
“Wait,” I said.
They hit the door at almost the same moment, but Eddie was clearly second.
But the door proved to be a problem for little Haley. As a cat, she didn’t have much weight. The door didn’t open immediately. Instead, she nosed under it, like a cat coming in through a heavy dog door into the kitchen.
Eddie lowered his horns and burst right through.
A chime sounded and the old mechanical scoreboard on the far wall clicked. The blue numbers were our score. Danny’s team score showed in red. The score board clicked up a big numeral 2 in blue and a big numeral 1 in red. We were winning already, but it was far from over.
“We’re ahead!” squealed Beth in my ear.
I had to smile.
The black curtains dropped and revealed the next stage of the course. The crowd moved quickly, almost trotting, to see what the next obstacle was. My teeth clenched in dismay when I saw it, and before I could even shout advice to Eddie, it was all over.
The next obstacle was a four foot deep pool of water with a single tire swing hanging over it. The pool was only about fifteen feet across, but Eddie was a flying white furred mountain ram when he charged through. There was no way to stop, so he didn’t even try. He did his best, I’ll give him that. He took a mighty leap. The leap looked good, and I thought for a second he might even make it. But he sailed right into the tire swing and crashed down, all four legs pumping in the air for a moment. There was a tremendous splash and shouts of wild laughter from the far side of the room.
“Huzzah!” shouted the other team, mocking us.
Danny and Thomas stood on the opposite side of the room, appearing confident. When they saw me looking at them, they stuck out their thumbs and pointed them toward the ground. They laughed. Their teammates slapped their backs and cheered them.
Haley crawled out on the ledge above the pool and looked down unhappily. As a cat, I’m sure she didn’t want to fall in there. She took her time, but then leapt to the tire swing. It was touch and go for a second, but she managed to sink her claws in the rubber tire and hang on. Then she timed the next leap and landed on the final ledge.
But her landing was a bad one. Wood splintered as she slipped. She hung onto the ledge with her claws and scrabbled at platform. Ahead of her, she could see it, was a dark tunnel that led on to the next unknown obstacle. If she could keep going, with her competition out of the race, she could score double points for each obstacle she finished. And she could take her time doing it.
“She’s got to fall,” said Beth. “She’s just got to.”
And she did. It was my team’s turn to hoot and laugh as Haley slipped with a “ Yeow! ” and fell into the pool.
“That means were ahead, doesn’t it?” asked Beth shouting in my ear to be heard over our team’s wild cheering.
“I think so,” I said. “Depends on the ref.”
A whistle blew, one long, loud blast. We fell silent. Urdo strutted out between the two courses. She put her hands on her hips. “The obstacle ended with a tunnel, no barrier. The obstacle was therefore crossed. Two points for red.”
Danny’s people went positively ape. Some of my people booed. I shushed them. The board clicked again. Blue 2, Red 3. We were losing, but not by much.
“That’s not fair,” hissed Beth in my ear. I waved her away.
“This isn’t over yet,” I said.
I tried to think. Who should I run next?
The horn blew again. It was time for race two.
Chapter Eighteen
“These obstacles seem pretty difficult,” said Beth. “Who is going to be able to make it through a whole series of them?”
“You’re right about that,” said Jake coming up and poking his head between the two of us. “Usually, they start off with something easy, like a six-foot wall you have to climb, or a pipe you have to wriggle through.”
“Why would they make it harder than it normally is?” asked Beth.
“Maybe Vater is already here, watching us, and Urdo is trying to impress him!” said Jake.
I elbowed him and he oofed. “Hey!”
“You’re up next,” I told him.
“Me?”
“Grow a tongue in that big mouth of yours,” I said, “and put on some frog legs too. Jumping high never hurts.”