“Look,” he said, surprising himself that he could talk back so firmly to her. “We’re just trying to put this into some kind of perspective, okay? I know it’s all old business for you, but we’re feeling kind of cut off from anything that makes any sense. So if we grab a few moments of just normal conversation, it’s not because we don’t care. It’s because we’re trying to connect, if only for a moment, to something that actually does make some sense.”
Aunt Nancy regarded him with a long considering look, then smiled. For some reason, Hunter wasn’t particularly put at ease by that smile.
“You’ll do,” she said. “Take your moment. I have some business of my own to attend to.”
She walked a little way from them and sat down on the roots of one of the giant oaks, her backpack between her legs as she rummaged around in it. For all her talk about being an old woman, not to mention the fact that she looked her sixty-plus years, she moved with an easy grace that Hunter had only ever seen in dancers and gymnasts.
“Can you see it?” Ellie whispered to him.
“See what?”
“It’s like her shadow’s got a mind of its own—and it doesn’t even have her shape. It looks more like this huge spider.”
“Oh, man…”
He didn’t see it, but he could all too easily imagine it. Somehow he knew that he was never going to be able to trust anything anymore, that what he actually saw was ever all that was there.
“What’s she doing now?” Ellie asked.
Hunter shook his head. He had no idea.
As they watched, Aunt Nancy used the side of one boot to clear a flat patch of ground by her feet. Then she took a small pouch from her backpack and shook a handful of what looked like bird bones into the palm of her hand. Setting the pouch aside, she cupped her hands around the bones and gave them a brisk shake before dropping them onto the dirt.
“Hmm,” she said.
Hunter and Ellie approached her. Hunter could see nothing in the pattern of the bones, but Ellie seemed entranced.
“They’re so full of light,” she said.
Aunt Nancy nodded. “I’ve had them for a long time. Things people like us use a lot tend to store medicine like a battery.”
“What are they?” Hunter asked. “Something like an oracle?”
She gave him a grin. “Something like that.”
“So what do you see in them?”
“More questions than answers,” she replied. She swept the bones up and replaced them in their pouch. “I was hoping to get a fix on the Glasduine, but it’s too new-born. Doesn’t have much scent. Doesn’t really leave a trail. And it’s not using its medicine, so I can’t track it by that either. What little it has used is just kind of spreading out like a mist and soaking into everything.”
Looking up at them, she added, “But the interesting thing is, we’re not the only ones out here looking for it.”
“The Gentry,” Ellie said.
Aunt Nancy shook her head. “Nope, I caught a trace of them, but they’ve lit a shuck for the territories, so far as I can tell. Finally gave up on trying to take what wasn’t theirs, I’m guessing, and they’ve headed somewhere else where the pickings might be easier. West, it seems, though compass directions aren’t as reliable here as back home.”
“Then who?” Hunter asked.
“Can’t tell for sure. There’s two of them—full of medicine, but nobody I know. Everybody’s got a kind of signature, you know, the way the medicine runs in them, how they use it, if they use it. So what’s strange is, one of this pair reminds me of a spirit guide I met back when I was a girl. Hadn’t seen him for a time and then I heard he died some years back.”
“And the other?”
“That one’s got First People medicine, real strong, but not any kind I know.”
“You mean Native American?” Ellie asked.
“No. Older than that.”
Hunter and Ellie exchanged glances. Hunter couldn’t shake the impression that this new complication had Aunt Nancy feeling nervous, and if she was feeling nervous, how were he and Ellie supposed to feel?
“So is this good or bad news?” he asked.
Aunt Nancy shrugged. Standing up, she brushed bark and moss from her jeans, then swung her pack onto her back.
“Hard to tell,” she said. “The good news is that while we can’t track the Glasduine, we can follow them. Kind of like tracking the coyote that’s hunting the rabbit we’re really after.”
“And the bad news?” Ellie asked.
“We don’t know what the coyote wants.”
“So… are they dangerous?” Hunter asked.
“Let’s put it this way,” Aunt Nancy replied. “They’re powerful. And everything you meet in the spiritworld has the potential of being dangerous. But there’s no point in worrying over any of it right now. We’ve got a ways to go before we run into them. I know a few shortcuts, but nothing like they seem to know.”
Ellie and Hunter fell in step behind her as she set off. The awe that Hunter had felt when they’d crossed over into the spiritworld had shifted into nervousness. Every tree trunk, he realized, could hide some danger. Some big danger, because these weren’t exactly shrubs. Then he had to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Ellie asked.
He shook his head. “It’s not really funny, ha ha. I was just thinking of how Ria was on at me about getting out of the ruts of my life.”
“So?”
“Well, look at where we are, what we’re doing. I mean how far could I have gotten from the way things were than where we are now?”
“Point,” Ellie said. “But at least we’re not alone.”
“Like I said before we crossed over,” he told her. “I’m in for the duration.”
She offered him her hand. “I’m glad you came.”
“Well, you know, this is the weirdest date I’ve ever been on.”
“We’re on a date?”
“I’d like to think so,” he said. “Helps make it seem more normal. I mean first dates are always a little awkward, don’t you think?”
She leaned closer and kissed his cheek.
“You’re an idiot,” she told him.
“But an idiot on a date.”
She smiled. “Definitely a date. But what’ll we do for a second one?”
“I was thinking of a trip to the moon.”
She gave him a whack on the shoulder with her free hand, but she laughed and squeezed his fingers at the same time.
Hunter wanted to keep it light. That way it wouldn’t feel as weird as it was. It would stop him from brooding about what he’d done already, what he might have to do when they caught up with this thing they were chasing. He glanced ahead to catch Aunt Nancy giving them a look. Her eyes were so dark, her features stoic; she was impossible to read. He thought she might say something again about how they should be taking things seriously, but then she smiled. Turning her head forward again, she continued to lead them on.
4
“So,” el lobo said. “Do you think they remember that you’re supposed to be friends?”
“No lo se,” Bettina told him. I don’t know.
Because it was impossible to say. These cadejos weren’t the whimsical creatures she’d taken to heart all those years ago. In their place had come strangers to answer her call, dark-eyed, aloof, and dangerous. They neither spoke nor sang and that silence frightened Bettina more than anything. There was no happy dancing, little cloven hooves keeping time as they clicked and clacked on the stones. No childlike songs. These cadejos approached on stiff legs, the hackles of their brightly coloured fur lifted at the back of their necks and down along their spine.