Gregor leaned way out and caught hold of a vine. He lifted himself up about six inches before the vine snapped and the force of the weight sunk him up to his waist in the quicksand. "Nike!" he screamed. "Nike!"
There was a rustling in the vines to his right. Help had come! But the black, shiny eyes poking through the greenery were unfamiliar. At first he thought they were rats. No, the faces were smaller, more delicately boned. Mice. They must be mice.
"Help!" cried Gregor. "Help us!" The mice didn't move.
Someone fell from high in the vines, spinning, flipping, landing neatly in the small space between two of the mice. And Gregor did recognize the newcomer. Her clothes were rags, her pale skin marred with bruises and cuts. A long, curved scar ran from her left temple to the tip of her chin. But she still wore that thin band of gold around her head. And those violet eyes...well, he would know them anywhere.
"Luxa!" Despite his desperate condition he felt joy spreading through him. She was alive! He smiled and felt fresh blood run out of his cracked lips. "Luxa!" He reached out his hand so she could save him.
But Luxa didn't reach back. She didn't flatten herself on the bank and stretch out her arm. She didn't even throw him a vine.
PART 3
The Mirror
CHAPTER 19
"Luxa! What are you doing?" gasped Gregor.
"What are you doing, Overlander? Here in the jungle in the company of rats?" she asked coolly.
What was she talking about? What was going on?
"We need the rats!" sputtered Gregor. "You don't understand!"
"I understand you spared the Bane's life. I understand he thrives under Ripred's protection. What more do I need to understand?" said Luxa.
So that was it! How she'd gotten here or why she had remained, Gregor had no idea. But she knew enough of what was going on outside the jungle to have heard about the Bane.
"Nerissa said I did the right thing!" said Gregor. That was all he could manage because the quicksand was now reaching his mouth.
"The plague has erupted, you self-righteous brat. We're seeking the cure! Now get us out of here!" Ripred growled at her.
"The plague?" repeated Luxa. Her brow furrowed, but she did not make any move to help them. "I have not heard of any plague."
"Really? Well, with all the visitors you must get here, I can't believe someone hasn't mentioned it," said Ripred. "It's the talk of the Underland!"
"Judith!" Gregor heard Hamnet's voice. "Help them!"
Hamnet skidded to a stop before he reached the quicksand, but his attention was on Luxa. She looked back at him in shock. As they faced each other in profile, Gregor could see the resemblance was uncanny.
"I am not Judith," said Luxa, confused.
"No, you are not," said Hamnet, recovering and yanking a vine from a nearby tree. "My sister would have never stood by and watched those who had risked so much for her die!"
Gregor's fingers caught the vine just as his nose was going under. He clung to it with what little strength he had left, and Hamnet slowly pulled him from the quicksand. He lay on the ground, covered in wet sand, sick and dizzy as he watched the rest of the rescue.
Hamnet had swung another vine that was still attached by its roots out to Ripred, and the rat was managing to inch himself to safety.
It was Lapblood who looked like a goner. All that was visible of her were a few inches of snout and one paw still feebly clawing at the surface. Hamnet threw her a vine, but there was no way she could see it since her eyes had sunk under the sand.
"Lapblood!" Hamnet shouted.
"Lapblood!" hollered Ripred. "Get the vine!"
It was no use. She was going down.
The paw was gone and the last bit of her twitching nose had almost disappeared when Nike dove in from above. The claw of her sound leg dug into the quicksand and latched on something. Then her wings began to beat like crazy. Slowly, very slowly, she managed to raise Lapblood's head out of the muck by the scruff of her neck.
"I cannot lift her!" panted the bat. "You must help!"
Hamnet threw out the vine again, but Lapblood's eyes were sealed shut with sand. "Lapblood!"
"Wake up, Lapblood!" ordered Ripred. "You've got to get hold of the vine so we can pull you out!"
Lapblood's mouth began to work. "No...just let me go....Let me go...." she barely whispered.
"Let you go? After I saved your sorry hide from those plants? Not likely! Now do as I say!" roared Ripred.
But Lapblood only gave her head a slight shake. "No...no more..."
Gregor realized it had all been too much. The months of starvation, watching her pups dying, this torturous trip, Mange's death. And Lapblood had decided that she no longer wanted to live.
"No!" Gregor said. "Don't give up! Lapblood!" She didn't respond. His words meant nothing. But then he thought of some words that might make a difference. Words that had never been meant for his ears. "What about Sixclaw? And Flyfur? What about them?"
At the sound of the names, Lapblood's eyes opened. She looked around frantically. "My pups!" she said.
"That's right! Your pups need you!" said Ripred. "Now pull yourself together and grab that vine!"
Lapblood swung a claw out and dug it into the vine. Ripred and Hamnet pulled from the bank and, with Nike's help, they finally dragged her from the quicksand. She lay next to Gregor, her fur coated in a thick layer of wet sand.
"So this is my niece, then?" Hamnet asked Ripred as he turned angrily on Luxa.
"You know it is. She's the spitting image of your twin," said Ripred.
"Hamnet," said Luxa. "You are Hamnet. We thought you dead."
"We thought you dead, too, Luxa. And perhaps better you were, if you can so unflinchingly watch the death of your comrades," said Hamnet.
"Oh, I can tell we're in for another lovely family reunion," said Ripred. "But it will have to wait. Take us to water, Your Majesty, or I swear I'll rip you and your nibbler friends to shreds on the spot."
Gregor felt himself being lifted and then began to move. Frill. He must have been the one on her back this time. In a few minutes he could hear water again. Ripred was nudging him in the side with his snout.
"Come on, warrior. Up you go. Get yourself a drink," said Ripred.
Gregor slid off Frill's side onto his hands and knees and crawled to the splashing sound. A spring burbled out of a rock and down into a crystal-clear pool. He stuck his whole face in the water and sucked cool mouthfuls into his body. He lifted his head for just a moment to catch a breath and plunged his face back into wetness...into water...into life .. .
When he had finally slaked his thirst, he looked around. They were on a big stone slab of rock that stretched out beside the pool. Luxa and the mice were nowhere in sight. Ripred, Nike, Hazard, Frill, and Temp were all lined up along the side of the pool drinking with Gregor. Hamnet had filled their last water bag and was alternating between trickling water into Boots's and Lapblood's mouths.
Gregor crawled over to Boots's side. "Is she okay?" he asked.
"She will be fine, Gregor, once we get some food and water into her," said Hamnet.
Gregor pressed his nose into Boots. She opened her eyes and smiled a little. "Hi, you," he whispered.
Boots's lips moved in response. No sound came out. But she was alive.
"I can give them water," said Gregor. "You should go drink."
"I have been drinking from the bag. And I am well enough," said Hamnet. He seemed wiped out but he looked pretty good compared to the rest of them. Gregor guessed that years of jungle life combined with his natural physical strength had made him survive the trip better. "You must go wash the sand off you before it hardens, Gregor."