When I awoke the next morning, a group of people were in my parents’ living area, all engaged in animated conversation.
“It’s your turn. I delivered a wagonload of pummelo fruit last time,” Nutty said to Chestnut. “See?” She held up her right hand. “I still have the blisters.”
“I’m not stupid. They’re from staying up all night finishing the clothes you owe Fern,” Chestnut retorted. “It’s your turn to go to the market.”
“You can’t go collecting every single Curare vine, Esau. It will take you seasons,” Perl said. “And what about the Vermin? If they caught you again—” Perl’s hand flew to her throat as if she tried to block the emotion welling from her heart.
“I’m not worried about that,” Esau said. “I’m worried about what they can do with the Curare!”
“Curare can be countered with Theobroma,” Leif said to Esau. “We just need to make sure everyone has enough with them.”
“Is not my turn,” Nutty said.
“Is too,” Chestnut countered.
“Yelena!” Nutty cried, spotting me. “I’ve made another pair of skirt/pants for you.” She held a light blue-and-yellow print.
“Thanks,” I said. “You don’t have to go to the market, Nutty. I’ll deliver the clothes for you. And Leif, Theobroma is good at regaining movement, but it leaves you helpless against a magical attack. Father, can you find a way to get the Theobroma to work against Curare without the side effects? That would be more helpful than tearing down every vine. Besides, I couldn’t find any signs the Vermin are collecting vines right now, but I think sending out well-armed scouts to search the jungle from time to time would be a good idea.”
“Yelena’s here,” Leif said. “Problems solved,” he teased.
“I’ll have an easier time with the Theobroma than convincing Oran and Violet to send out reconnaissance teams,” Esau said. “They want to huddle in our homestead and hide!”
“I’ll handle Oran and Violet,” Perl said.
Her face had set in a determined frown, which she then turned on me. “You’re leaving us already?”
“We need to rendezvous with our horses and our other team members,” I said.
“Are they at the market?” Leif asked with a hopeful note in his voice.
“Too many people for me to determine. In any case we need to look for signs of Ferde and Cahil.” They could be anywhere by now and doing unspeakable things. I shuddered as the image of Stono’s ruined stomach rose in my mind.
“Not without breakfast.” Perl hurried toward the kitchen.
“I’ll go get the dresses.” Nutty bounded away.
“I’d better get my pack ready.” Leif smiled. “Never a dull day with you, little sister.”
“What do you need?” Esau asked me.
“I’m running out of Theobroma and Curare.”
He went into the lift to ascend to the second floor. Chestnut looked around at the suddenly quiet room. He fidgeted, avoiding my gaze and I realized he wanted to talk about something other than whose turn it was to go to the market.
“Now’s the time,” I said. “Once everyone comes back…”
“I can’t…” He moved his hands as if he wanted to pull his thoughts from the air. “I’m having trouble getting past…” Wrapping his arms around his body, Chestnut rocked with frustration. “How can you be so calm? Standing there, making plans, barking out orders. Six people have died. Stono came back from the dead and now he’s different—”
“Different? How?”
“It’s probably nothing. He’s had a shock, but he’s harsher somehow.” Chestnut shook his head. “That’s not the point. Six people killed by necklace snakes. That’s the point.”
I understood his problem. “You’ve never lost anyone to a snake before?”
“No one. I know it’s not a terrible death. At least they’re dead before they get swallowed. I’ve always been kind of curious…” He cringed with guilt.
“Curious to see a snake devour its prey and you feel responsible for not stopping the snakes?”
“Yes.” The word hissed out.
“Think of what would have happened if the snakes had released the Vermin.”
“You and Stono would have died.”
“I’m not happy about the death of six people either, but, considering the alternative, I can rationalize it in my mind.” A shiver raced over my skin. As long as I didn’t think about it too much. “You asked how I can be so calm. I don’t have time not to be. I would like to grieve and worry and carry on, but that doesn’t get results.”
“And results are important. Right, Yelena?” Leif asked as he entered the room. “One of the foremost things the First Magician taught me when I arrived at the Keep was to leave all sentimentality behind. Roze believes she was given the gift of magic to use for a purpose and she can’t let guilt and remorse keep her from achieving that purpose.” Leif rubbed his chin as his face settled into a thoughtful expression. “You’re a lot like her.”
“I am not,” I said.
“It was a compliment. You’re both intelligent. You’re doers. Natural leaders.”
I disagreed. I didn’t conduct myself like Roze. She was a tyrant who thought she knew everything and didn’t stop to consider other options or other people’s views. I wasn’t like that. Was I?
“Although she has a bad temper,” Leif said. “She was wrong about Ferde and Cahil’s direction. She’s not going to be happy about it.”
“That I would agree with,” I said.
“Agree with what?” Esau asked. His arms brimmed with containers.
Nutty arrived with her stack of clothes, then Perl returned with a tray full of fruit and tea. By the time we ate, the morning hours were gone.
“We better go. It’ll be a hard push to get to the market before dark,” Leif said.
“Yelena, you have to come back and have a proper visit,” my mother instructed. “Perhaps when your life settles down.” She thought for a moment, and added, “Perhaps you can make some time to visit. I don’t see things settling down for you for a long while.”
“Do you know this from your magic?” I asked.
“No, dear. From your history.” A smile quirked her lips before Perl’s stern mother expression returned long enough for her to lecture me on being careful.
With our backpacks loaded, Leif and I climbed down the ladder to the jungle floor. He set a quick pace and I hurried after him. When we stopped for a short rest, I tossed my heavy pack down and rubbed my sore back. Now I could sympathize with a pack horse…. Kiki!
“Leif, does this trail stay wide until the market?”
“As long as no trees have fallen over recently. The Zaltanas keep this pretty clear. Why?”
“The horses.”
He smacked his forehead with a hand.
I reached out with my mind and searched for Kiki’s thoughts.
She hid with Garnet and Rusalka in the forest west of the market.
Late, she said in my mind. Dirty. Hungry.
Come meet us on the jungle trail? We’ll get to the market faster. Groomed faster.
She agreed. Leif and I continued to hike for a while in silence. The insects’ droning grew louder as the sunlight began to wane.
“I keep forgetting you can communicate with horses,” Leif said. “I think you might be the first one in Sitian history.”
“Are you sure?”
“All the Keep’s students had to learn about past magicians and their powers, but Master Bloodgood would know for sure.”
Bain Bloodgood, Second Magician, was a walking, talking history book. My list of questions grew longer each day. I had so much to learn about magic and history. The sheer amount overwhelmed me at times, and reminded me how unprepared I was.