‘I cannot think where the Sister of the South might be hidden in a bustling place like Del,’ she said. ‘Could it be buried deep on the shore, perhaps?’
‘It is hard to imagine it,’ Barda frowned. ‘At the time the Sister was hidden, Del harbour was a busy port—always crowded with boats and people.’
‘I was thinking of the maze of drain tunnels beneath the city,’ Lief said.
‘Of course!’ Barda’s face lit up. ‘One of those tunnels begins in the palace. Doom knows of it—has even used it. It would have been simple for the Shadow Lord servant Drumm, the king’s chief advisor in those days, to creep out through that tunnel and put the Sister somewhere in the maze.’
‘And easy for him, and all the chief advisors who followed him, to visit it in secret, and protect it,’ Lief added.
‘But there are no longer chief advisors in the palace,’ Jasmine put in. ‘Who protects the Sister now?’
‘Indeed,’ Barda said heavily. ‘Who is the new guardian? It could be anyone. Del is a large place.’
‘It is,’ Lief said. ‘But very few people in it have any way of finding out where we are or what we are doing. Yet time and again the Shadow Lord has known where to find us.’
‘That may have nothing to do with the guardian of the south,’ Barda said. ‘I have begun to wonder whether something we are carrying helps the Enemy track us. I suggest we leave our packs—even our garments—behind us when we depart for Del.’
Lief nodded agreement. He was remembering Ava’s voice hissing in his ear as he bid her farewell.
‘Beware, Lief of Del!’ the blind fortune-teller had whispered. ‘You might have faced the Kobb of the Isle of the Dead and survived, but I see creeping darkness in your future. The way upon which you have set your feet leads to disaster. Heed my warning, and turn aside from it!’
‘I cannot do that, Ava,’ Lief had said gently.
And Ava had stumped away from him in anger, muttering and hunching her shoulders.
Jasmine’s voice broke into Lief’s thoughts. ‘We have almost reached the border,’ she cried. ‘Soon we will be caught in the magic of Tora, and we will fly!’
In Tora, a great crowd was waiting to greet them. The horses were led away to be cared for. Red Han was escorted to the feast that had been prepared. And soon Lief, Barda and Jasmine were alone in the great marble square with only Zeean, Marilen, Ranesh and Manus the Ralad man.
Surprised, Lief looked around for his mother.
‘Sharn returned to Del,’ Zeean said quietly. ‘It seems that the city is being besieged by a golden dragon. The people are arming themselves, and demanding that the dragon be hunted down.’
‘No!’ Lief exclaimed in horror. ‘The dragon of the topaz must not be harmed!’
‘Sharn seemed to know that,’ said Manus, his black eyes grave. ‘She believed she could calm the people. She left for Del the moment she heard the news—the same day we heard that you were safe in the Sleeping Dunes. But—’
‘But what?’ Lief cried, in a fever of impatience.
‘You must prepare yourself for a shock, Lief,’ Zeean said bluntly. ‘Almost as soon as she arrived at the palace, Sharn fell ill. And I fear it is no ordinary illness. It is a deadly infection, now spreading very fast through the city. Your mother still lives, but hundreds of others in Del have died.’
Lief stared, aghast. Jasmine put her arm around him.
‘Does not the diamond in the Belt of Deltora protect from pestilence?’ she said. ‘And it gives strength, as well. Never fear, Lief. Sharn will recover as soon as you reach her, I am sure of it.’
‘What is this illness?’ Barda demanded. ‘Does it have a name?’
Zeean’s lips tightened. ‘It has been given a name,’ she said curtly. ‘Because Sharn was the first to fall ill, your people appear to believe that she was the one who carried the disease to Del. They are calling it the Toran Plague.’
She thrust two notes into Lief’s hands. ‘The bird Ebony brought the one from Doom an hour ago,’ she said. ‘The other came on the day Sharn left us.’
‘It is from Josef, by the hand,’ Ranesh muttered. ‘He is becoming more and more desperate. I should go to him, but—’
‘But your place is with your wife, who is with child, and needs you,’ Zeean broke in. ‘Josef has more than enough people to tend to him.’
She turned to Lief, Barda and Jasmine. ‘Manus and I must go,’ she said. ‘Red Han wishes to go to Bone Point at once, so the Light can shine this very night. Food awaits you in the dining hall, and your chambers have been prepared. Rest well.’
She swept away, her back very straight, with Manus trotting after her.
‘Zeean grieves for Sharn. And it hurts her that Tora is being blamed for the plague,’ Marilen said in her soft voice.
‘Ah yes,’ said Ranesh drily. ‘For, of course, only good can come from Tora.’
Marilen glanced at him. ‘Let us go and fetch food from the dining hall,’ she murmured. ‘Our friends will prefer to eat in a quiet place, I am sure.’
The moment Marilen and Ranesh were gone, Lief opened Doom’s note.
Slowly, following the code, Lief read out each sentence backwards, leaving out all words that had anything to do with plants.
“‘Your mother would not want you to come into danger. Stay away from here. Complete your task.’”
Barda gave a mirthless laugh. ‘To complete our task, we must go to Del. But, of course, Doom does not know that.’
Slowly Lief opened the second, older note—the note from Josef.
Frowning, Lief passed the paper to Barda and Jasmine.
‘His mind is failing, I fear,’ Barda said, after a moment.
Lief sighed. It seemed that Barda was right. And yet …
‘Someone has read this before us!’ Jasmine exclaimed, tapping the note. ‘Look! There are two sets of fold lines on the paper. It has been opened, then folded again in haste.’
‘That is no mystery,’ said Barda. ‘I have no doubt that Doom reads every note sent from the palace, in case it might be helpful to a spy.’
‘Then he wasted his time with this,’ Jasmine said, handing the letter back to Lief. ‘It says nothing at all.’
Lief read the note again. He could not rid himself of the feeling that there was something strange about it. The words seemed hasty and confused. Yet the old librarian’s handwriting was just as usual.
He glanced at the lines below the signature.
So many dashes! … I pray you will understand. The message, after all, comes from my heart …
Lief’s skin prickled.
… dashes … the message, after all …
Lief went back to the beginning of the note, but this time he read only those words that came after a dash.
—I … —must … —see … —you …—urgent … —fearful … —news …—tell … —no-one.
I must see you. Urgent. Fearful news. Tell no-one.
2 - The Dream
Lief felt the blood rush into his face. What news was so fearful that even Jasmine and Barda were not to know of it? Or Doom? For plainly Josef had written his message in code so it would escape Doom’s notice.
The news could not be about the plague, or about Sharn’s illness. The letter had been written before either of those things had happened.
Possibly Josef’s mind really was failing and his ‘fearful news’ was just some foolish fancy. But what if it was not? What if he had discovered where the Sister of the South was hidden?
‘Does any of the Kin’s Dreaming Water remain, Jasmine?’ Lief asked abruptly.
‘A little,’ Jasmine said. ‘It should be enough for you to see Sharn.’ She pulled a small flask from one of her pockets and held it out.