No Place for Magic (13 page)

"We'll find him," said Eadric. "We just have to start thinking like trolls."

"As long as you don't start acting like one," muttered Shelton.

"If anyone asked me," said Garrid, "I'd say that we're heading in the right direction. Li'l and I explored some of the side passages. Most of them looked like no one has set foot in there for years. The passage we're in is the most traveled. I think that if we look for the more heavily guarded passageways, we're bound to find him."

'You're so smart," Li'l told Garrid, gazing at him with love in her eyes. Apparently their conversation had taken a different turn when we could no longer hear them.

"Gick! Not you, too! It's bad enough when
they're
all mushy," Shelton said, pointing at Eadric and me. "I thought bats were smarter than that." Eadric grinned. "I guess not."

Shelton almost fell off my shoulder when I jabbed Eadric in the side with my elbow.

We found the sick troll lying in the entrance to a large cavern. He was alone, although there were enough weapons and food scattered around him for two or three trolls. He moaned when he saw us, then fell back and closed his eyes. After glancing at me, Eadric approached the troll with his hand on Ferdy's hilt, but without pulling the sword from its scabbard. Keeping a cautious distance, he poked the troll with his foot, saying, "Sit up and answer some questions."

The troll rolled his head from side to side and moaned. "Go 'way," he mumbled. "Not want now. Eat later when feel better."

"I think he's sick," I said, going to stand beside Eadric. "Look at his face."

Blotchy and covered with deep purple spots, the troll did look terrible. He was sweating profusely, and his long dark hair was plastered to his head. Looking down from his perch on my shoulder, Shelton said, "That's a troll? They looked scarier at night."

The troll opened his eyes again, only this time his gaze fell on Shelton. "Ohhh, I seeing things," he moaned, and he covered his eyes with his hand. I'd never really noticed a troll's hands before. They were big and meaty with thick nails at least four inches long that looked like formidable weapons.

"Let's go," said Eadric. "We're not going to get anything out of him."

Although we kept to the most traveled passages, it was a while before we encountered any more trolls. We had passed through one cavern after another, all of them without sentries, when we came to an exceptionally large space where water covered most of the floor. Standing at its edge, it was impossible to tell how deep it was, but when we held up our torches, we could see sinuous shapes gliding along the bottom.

Eadric had warned everyone to be careful to avoid making noise that might echo, but Shelton was too excited at seeing so much water to keep quiet any longer. "Would you look at that!" he said, scrambling down from my shoulder to the ground. "A crab could enjoy a place like this!"

"Stay with us, Shelton!" I said.

My words bounced back, reminding me that I shouldn't have spoken. I was reaching to snatch the little crab from the water's edge when a voice croaked, "Who there?" from the far side of the pool. Shelton skittered away from my grasp as a torch flared, revealing a shaggy-headed troll. The troll must have been unsteady on his feet, because the torch dipped and swayed.

"Hurry!" Eadric said, turning to Garrid. "Stop that troll before he can raise an alarm."

Garrid darted over the water, turning into the shape of a man when he reached the other side. There was a shout and a splash, then the troll collapsed and Garrid was beckoning to us. Li'l had already joined him by then, so Eadric and I hurried around the pool.

"What did you do to him?" I asked Garrid. The troll lay sprawled on the ground, his arms thrown over his head.

"Nothing," said Garrid. "Look at his face."

I saw what he meant right away. The troll was sick, his face covered with purple spots just like the other troll we'd seen. His eyes were closed and his breathing was labored. He wasn't going to be warning anyone of anything for a while.

"What fell in the water?" Eadric asked, holding the torch out over the pool.

"He had a key in his hand and threw it in when he saw me. I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough," Garrid said, shaking his head.

"A key to what?" I wondered aloud.

Garrid took the torch from Eadric and held it so that its light fell on the wall of the cavern where a metal-studded door blocked the passage. "I don't think he wanted us to open this," said Garrid. "Which means that it's probably the way we need to go."

Eadric crossed to the door and tried to open it. Nothing happened and he turned to face us, saying, "We need that key. Did anyone see where it went in?"

When no one had, Garrid held the torch over the pool so we could look for it. Li'l flew low over the water and was the first to spot the key resting on a yellow rock at the bottom. It was so far from the edge that someone was going to have to wade in to get it. Before Eadric could step into the pool, however, I knelt down beside it and reached my hand in to see how deep it was. The moment my fingers broke the surface, the water began to churn, and the fin of some sort of monster rose above the foam. I lurched backward, sitting down hard.

"What is that?" asked Li'l, frantically flapping her wings to get away from the water.

"Whatever it is, we can't go in," I told Eadric.

A round, scaly face surrounded by writhing tentacles rose above the water, turning its catlike eyes on us. Its neck was long and slender like a snake, and as the water calmed, we could see the thickening of its body below it. Water bubbled at opposite sides of the pool. The monster wasn't alone.

"Clive," said the first monster. "Look at this!"

Another monster rose out of the water and swiveled its head to examine us. This monster didn't look anything like the first. It was all sharp angles and points with a narrow, pointed head, pointy, fan-shaped ears that stuck out to the sides, and a sharp crest that started just above its eyes and zigzagged down its back.

"They funny-looking trolls," said Give.

A shapeless, jellylike sack that was mostly transparent floated across the water, rising and falling as it gulped or expelled air. While its friends talked, it raised a cluster of eyestalks from one of its bulges and waved them in our direction. "They not trolls," burbled the monster.

"What else they be, Edgar?" said the first monster.

"Don't know," said Edgar. "Look tasty, though."

"If not trolls, maybe can eat them," said Give. "What you think, Churtle? Fatlippia make us promise not eat trolls, but she not say about those things."

"Can eat them, if not trolls," said Churtle, the first monster.

I took Eadric aside and said, "No one is going in after that key. Do you think we can talk them into giving it to us?"

"Perhaps they'll do it if we give them something in return," Eadric said, scratching his chin.

"That rude, talking secretlike," said Give.

"Maybe are trolls," burbled Edgar. "Trolls always rude."

"What could we possibly have that they would want?" I asked Eadric, trying to keep my voice soft enough that the monsters couldn't hear me.

"That's a good point," said Eadric. "Could you use your magic here? I remember how good you were at taking care of the monsters Grassina put in the moat during her nasty days."

I shook my head. "We're in the troll queen's own mountain, at her very doorstep. Using magic now would be like knocking on the "door to announce that we're here. This is no place for magic! No, we're going to have to think of something else."

"We ask them," said Give. "They know if trolls or not."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Li'l asked, landing on my shoulder.

"I'll do whatever I can," said Garrid. "But I must warn you that I don't know how to swim."

"Then I'm the best swimmer here," said Eadric. "If you three could distract them, maybe I could slip into the water and . . ."

"Get eaten?" I said, hating the idea. "I'd use magic before I'd let you do that."

"Hey you! You trolls?" called Clive. "You tell us. We hungry. You look yummy."

"Pretend you don't understand what they're saying," I whispered to my friends.

"We hear you!" said Churtle. "Why trolls pretend can't understand?"

"Maybe proves them not trolls," said Give.

"But can understand, so must be trolls," said Churtle.

"This too hard," moaned Edgar. "Edgar not understand." "Hey!" said Clive. "What that? Something move at bottom."

"I not see anything," said Churtle. "Maybe piece of Edgar. Edgar, you lose piece again? Pull self together.

Churtle hate when Edgar let self go."

"It not Edgar!" said Edgar, sounding as if his feelings had been hurt. "Edgar all here."

"How you tell?" said Clive. "Give not know where Edgar is until swim into Edgar. It disgusting!"

"Edgar not disgusting! Clive disgusting! Clive poke Edgar for fun! Laugh when Edgar leak. Clive mean. Edgar not like Clive." Raising one of his jellylike bulges out of the water, Edgar swatted Clive on his snout.

Clive spluttered and coughed, then said, "Edgar runny glob of snot! I not like Edgar either. See how Edgar like be poked." His crest rose as Clive lunged for Edgar. The jellylike monster gave a high-pitched shriek as he let all his air out at once, sinking to the bottom like a stone. Clive followed, appearing to shrink as he swam farther and farther down.

"Must see this! Wait for Churtle!" shouted Churtle. He plunged into the water, his smooth back arching above the surface, then disappeared with a flick of his tail flukes.

"Yoo-hoo, over here! Is this what you were looking for?" It was Shelton, holding the key with both front claws.

"You got it!" I said, reaching down to pick up the little crab.

"Here, you take it," he said, dropping it into my hand. "That thing is heavy!"

"When you ran off that way, I thought we'd lost you for good," I said.

"Naw, I just wanted to wet my shell. But I don't like that water. Tastes funny. Too many minerals, I guess. So," he said, his eyestalks perking up. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

Twelve

I
held my breath as Eadric put the key in the lock and didn't exhale until he'd pushed the door open. Li'l fluttered beside me, too nervous to hold still. We were both disappointed when the passage beyond didn't look like anything special. Then Garrid stepped over the threshold and raised the torch high. "Oh," we breathed, for the stone walls were studded with gems of every color. Although the light from the torch wasn't very bright, it reflected off the gems, making them sparkle and wink until our eyes ached and we had to look away.

"This is the passage I saw in my farseeing ball," I said. "They took Bradston this way."

"No wonder they keep that door locked," said Shelton. "I wonder how hard it would be to pry off those stones. I bet Coral would like one!"

"We're not thieves," said Eadric. "We're here to get my brother back and nothing more."

"Spoilsport," grumbled Shelton. Before I could stop him, he'd scrambled from my shoulder to the ground and was poking at one of the gems. I was surprised when he snapped it off with his claw. "Did you see that?" asked Shelton. "They were stuck on. Someone put them there to make the walls look pretty."

"And it worked, too," said Li'l. "This is beautiful." I saw the way Garrid was watching her when she said that and wondered how long it would be before he gave her a gem of some kind.

We knew we were getting close to the queen's chamber when we came to the next door. It was more ornate than the first, with crudely printed letters that Garrid told us meant, "Keep out! This means you, Dunderhead!" It was obvious that the sentry had left in a hurry. Not only had he forgotten his club, but he had shut the door without making sure that it had actually closed. When Eadric set his hand on it, the door creaked open.

The room beyond was as unexpected as the gem-decorated passage had been. It was draped in fabrics of garishly bright oranges, pinks, purples, and reds that covered the stone walls so that it seemed more like a tent than a cave. Equally bright carpets had been scattered across the uneven floor, hiding holes and bumps and making walking difficult. Here and there matching pillows were mounded in piles like the leavings of some outrageously colored beast. Even with all the fabric, the room was chilly and damp and smelled strongly of mildew as well as rotten eggs.

I saw cracked urns overflowing with the feathers of exotic birds, and benches made of bone and antlers with the skulls still attached. A dainty table of tarnished silver held drinking vessels of all sorts, from rude clay mugs to finely wrought chalices made of gold. Whereas some held the dregs of a dark liquid, others held only dust.

I was walking toward the table when I nearly kicked over a basket of fruit that had been left on the floor beside one of the mounds of pillows. The grapes were withered, the apples brown and mushy, the rest so rotted that I couldn't tell what they were. When I tried to go around the basket, my foot slipped into a hole under the carpet and I stumbled, landing on my knees. I started to push myself up and found that I was looking into the glazed-over eyes of a troll. I recognized her at once. It was the troll queen, and she didn't look at all well.

I stood up and retreated a pace. The troll queen lay sprawled on her back behind the pile of pillows. All four of her heads were soaked with sweat and had tangled hair and cracked lips. Dark purple spots made random patterns on her faces. Although the head with the long brunette hair appeared to be asleep, the head next to it was delirious, turning from side to side and mumbling, "Too many birds in pie," and "Rampaging better in winter." Even though misery had distorted her face, I recognized her as the red-haired head who had threatened me over my farseeing ball.

I was startled when the head with reddish, light brown hair blinked and stared at me with wary eyes. "You here," she said, her hoarse voice almost too faint to hear. "Army searching river. Move on, we say. She not there anymore. We knew you come. He said so."

"Who said I'd come?" I asked, bending down to hear her better.

A head with strawberry blonde hair stared at me through eyes as big as cartwheels. "What she do, Grunella?" she asked with a catch in her voice. "She want hurt us? Wish Fatlippia awake. Ingabinga all right?"

"Quiet, Tizzy!" barked the head named Grunella. "No start crying. I not know what human do now."

"Emma, what did you find?" asked Eadric from across the room.

Li'l fluttered toward me, making funny little sounds when she saw the troll queen. "She found her! Emma found the queen!"

"For goodness' sake, get away from her!" Eadric exclaimed as he jumped over a pile of pillows and staggered across the uneven floor.

The troll queen's hand shook, and her fist started to clench. Then it went limp and Grunella groaned. "I not move stupid thing. Not since Fatlippia start raving." She nodded toward the delirious head next to her. "Wake up, Fatlippia! Company here!"

"Fish follow Fatlippia home, so I . . ."

"Fatlippia, wake up! Need control hand!"

"Name him Scales. That good name, you not think?"

"Fatlippia! Need hand to . . . Oh, you no help." The head twisted aside and spat at the wall, then turned back to look at me. "You be happy Fatlippia sick. If she awake instead of Grunella, Fatlippia find way stop you. You kill us now and steal treasures?"

"No," I said. "We never intended to hurt you. We just want Bradston back along with your promise that you'll leave him alone."

One side of her mouth quirked in a half smile. "Give you word, but not do any good. Smart troll never keep promises. Promises for weak soft-skins. But I not want him. He more trouble than worth. You tell him Grunella say so."

"Say," said Garrid. "Look at this. What do you suppose it's for?"

I had to stand to see what he was holding. When I realized what it was, I nearly broke my neck tripping over the basket of fruit as I ran to take it from him. I hadn't, wanted to let Eadric know how worried I was about the magic-seeing ball, but if this was actually i t . . . "Let me see that," I said, snatching the gray-green ball from his hands. I carried it back to where the troll queen lay and held it up for her to see. "This is what you used to see me when I did magic, isn't it?"

Grunella glanced at the ball, then looked away, but the flicker of recognition I saw in her eyes was almost enough. Almost, but not quite. "We'll just see then, won't we?" I said. Raising the ball so everyone could see it, I made up a small spell on the spot. It felt wonderful to use my magic again!

Make this chamber smell like flowers.

Make the smell stay here for hours.

And just like that, the odor of mildew and rotten eggs was gone and the room smelled like a heady bouquet of roses and lilacs and the lilies my mother had had planted all around the moat. I was watching the ball the whole time, so I saw when it clouded over and a tiny version of me appeared standing in the troll queen's room.

"Pew!" said Grunella. "What that stench?"

"It's how your world smells right before this thing is destroyed," I said, heading toward the door. "Excuse me, everyone. I'll be back in a minute."

I hated that someone had made a magic-seeing ball that was focused on me and would know whenever I used my magic. Rather than have it fall into someone else's hands, I was going to do whatever it took to destroy it. The ball was heavy and hard to break, but I threw it against the wall until it split. I bent down to pick up the pieces and found an auburn hair the same color as mine stuck to the inside of a larger fragment. "That's odd," I muttered, then remembered that whoever had made it had to have something of mine to focus it. The hair didn't just look like mine; it
was
mine. Whoever had made the magic-seeing ball must have been close to me at some point, or at least knew someone who had been. Jorge had been in our castle, although he was in our dungeon the entire time. I had never gone to see him, but it was possible that someone had given the hair to him. Thinking about his room and the furniture he'd been using, it was even possible that he'd gotten it off my old bed.

After stuffing the hair into the pouch I wear at my side, I smashed the pieces until they were small enough that I could grind them under my heel. Once I was finished, I felt much better.

When I returned to the troll queen's chamber, Tizzy was pouting. "Why you do that? Tizzy thought ball pretty."

Grunella sighed. "You happy now?" she asked me.

"Not yet," I said. "Tell me—how many of those were there?"

"Grunella not tell you!" said the head.

"Why you ask?" said Tizzy. "You want break other one, too?"

"Tizzy!" wailed Grunella. "Now she know is other one!"

"Thank you," I said. "I don't suppose you'd care to tell us where we can find Bradston?"

"Not in million years," Grunella said, chortling.

"She not staying that long, right, Grunella?" asked Tizzy.

"Prince Eadric, over here!" said Garrid. "Li'l found a door behind the cloth. If someone can hold the cloth aside . . ."

"Uh-oh," said Tizzy. "They find it!"

Grunella glared at the other head. "Tizzy! You not talk anymore!"

"Let me help," said Eadric. Grabbing a fistful of the fabric, he tore it from the wall, exposing a door that was as short and wide as a troll. It groaned like one, too, when Eadric forced it open. The room beyond was dark, the torches lighting it having fizzled out. I peered around Garrid and Eadric as they bent down to enter the room, taking our torch with them. It was the same room that Eadric and I had seen in the banshee's mirror.

Only a few paces inside the door Bradston lay on the floor, his head pillowed on his arms. The two trolls we'd seen in the mirror lay side by side in the corner, their faces spotted, their breathing loud and nasal. "Bradston!" Eadric said, his brother's name catching in his throat. "Poor littie guy! What have they done to you?" The boy's face was dotted with scabs, but otherwise he looked fine to me.

"Uh, Eadric," I began.

"They must have infected him with their horrible disease," said Eadric, shaking his head. "Look at his face! Who knows what this is going to do to him."

"Not much, once the scabs heal," I said. "Eadric, your brother was sick first. Your mother didn't tell us what he had, but it looks like it was chicken pox. I had it when I was five. Aside from a scar on my arm where I picked off a scab, I was fine. He will be, too, but I'm not so sure about those trolls. I don't think they gave it to him. I think he gave it to them."

"That can't be. Look at how still he is. Bradston, wake up. It's me, Eadric. We're here to rescue you. Did you see that?" he said, turning to me. "He doesn't respond. I'm sure there's something seriously wrong with him." I sighed and shook my head, but Eadric was adamant. 'You wouldn't understand. You've never had a little brother."

Kneeling on the floor beside his brother's inert body, Eadric bent down to scoop the boy into his arms, and got clonked soundly on his nose when Bradston sat up with a start.

"Ow!" howled Eadric, holding his hand to his nose. Blood was already seeping between his fingers when Bradston looked up and laughed. "That was a good one! I got three trolls that way, and now you!"

"You little monster!" said Eadric.

"Why'd you bring her with you?" Bradston asked, looking at me. "Mother calls her the nasty little witch who cast a love spell on you. Is it true?"

"Of course not," I said indignantly. "I never cast a love spell on Eadric."

"I meant the nasty littie witch part," said Bradston. "She said a lot of other things, too. Want to hear what they were?"

"No!" Eadric and I said in unison.

Bradston stood up and stretched. "So, you came to get me out or what? You sure took your time. Do you know how awful it's been? There's nothing to do here. Trolls have to be the stupidest people in the world. Say, you didn't bring something to eat, did you? I'm starved."

"He talk too much," called Grunella from the other room.

I saw a satisfied smile flicker on Bradston's lips and shuddered, feeling a rush of sympathy for the trolls.

We were back in the troll queen's chamber when Bradston noticed Li'l. "Am I the only one who saw that there's a bat in here? Give me a rock and I'll kill it."

"You'll do no such thing!" I said. "You stay away from her! That bat happens to be one of my best friends."

"That figures," said Bradston. "A witch and her bat. I bet you're really an old woman who drinks bat juice or something to stay young. I bet you're a whole lot older than you look."

"Bradston, that's enough," growled Eadric. "And to think that my mother dotes on him."

"Does she know he acts like this?" I asked.

Eadric shook his head. "She hasn't the least idea. He acts like an angel when she's watching."

"I can silence him for you if you'd like me to, Emma," offered Garrid.

Bradston stuck out his tongue at Garrid, then turned to me and smirked.

Eadric sighed. "Please forgive him. He's ill and doesn't know what he's saying."

"He's not that ill," I said. "And he knows exactly what he's saying."