The Fatal Tree (3 page)

Kit had seen enough. He darted back inside, almost colliding with Cass as he turned around. “Don’t go out there!” he shouted. Grabbing her arm, he slammed the door.

“What is it? What’s out there?”

“I think Napoleon has invaded Syria.”

She gave him a blank look, shook off his hand, opened the door, and looked cautiously outside. “You must be – ”

“Back to the kitchen,” Kit told her, pulling her away with him.

They rushed back to the dust-filled room, where more Zetetics had crowded in – Richard, Robert, and Muriel among them. Tess was sitting in a chair and Mrs. Peelstick was dabbing at a cut to the old woman’s head. Wilhelmina was picking up broken crockery; Tony and Brendan were assessing the damage.

“What did you find out?” asked Richard as Kit and Cass hurried back into the room. “Are we under attack?”

“Shh!” said Mrs. Peelstick. “Let him speak.”

“We
are
under attack,” Kit told them. “But” – he hesitated – “this is the weird part – ”

“Yes?” said Mina. “Tell us!”

“It’s the French. Napoleon, I think.” He flung a hand in the direction of the street. “There are foot soldiers and men on horseback, and there’s a cannon at the end of the street. They’re going door-to-door and rounding up the locals.”

“Napoleon?” said Robert. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” demanded Kit.

“It’s true,” said Cass. “I saw them too.”

“How do you know they’re French?” asked Mina.

“The bloody uniforms!” cried Kit. “That’s not the point. Whoever they are, they’ll be here any minute.”

“Right,” said Brendan. “We cannot stay here. We’ve got to get out while we can.”

“What about the mission?” said Tony. “We cannot abandon the mission.”

“It will have to continue elsewhere,” said Brendan.

They quickly hashed out a plan. Tasks were assigned, times and meeting places agreed upon.

“I will inform the rest of the Zetetics,” said Mrs. Peelstick. “We will migrate to safer places and continue to provide support for those of you in the field. Leave that to me. I’ll see everyone safely away.”

“Don’t worry about us,” said Tess. “We can take care of ourselves.”

“That’s it, then,” said Brendan. “Use the ley line in the alley. That’s the closest.” He gazed around at the tight circle of anxious faces. “Just do your best and pray we are not too late.”

“Tch! Listen to you,” scolded Tess. She rose shakily from her chair, steadied herself, and said, “Too late? I don’t believe it for a moment.” She glanced defiantly around at her fellow Zetetics and threw out a challenge. “Does anyone here doubt that mitigating this catastrophe is the reason we have been brought to this place and time?”

When no one made bold to reply, she continued, “For this purpose we were formed, and to this place our steps have been directed. This is the battle to which we have been called, and we must trust in Him who has led us here to lead us on.”

With those words still ringing in their ears, the questors fled Damascus.

K
it Livingstone and Cassandra Clarke stared at one another over the breakfast table. “She should have been here by now – we both know it. I’m afraid something bad has happened to her. Something really bad.”

“You don’t know that,” Cass told him.

“You don’t know that it hasn’t.”

“Listen, you said yourself that Mina’s the most accomplished ley leaper among us. Whatever’s happened, she can handle it.”

They were sitting in a corner of the Grand Imperial Kaffeehaus eating
krapfen
and drinking coffee as the place filled up with its early clientele. “The question is, should we go on without her?” said Cass, taking a sip of coffee.

Kit stuffed the last of a doughnut into his mouth and chewed for a moment. The three of them were to have journeyed to Prague and met up before going on to Big Valley to see if they could discover a way to get back to the Spirit Well. The problem was that on their last visit to the portal, they found it guarded by an enormous yew tree that had grown up and blocked the way. Whatever else happened, they were going to have to find a way around that. “I hate to say it,” Kit said at last, “but I think we have to go without her. We’re sure not doing anything by cooling our heels here.”

“Then we’ll go.” Cass set down her cup. “We’ll write Mina a note and leave it with Etzel. She can come on and join us at the tree when she gets here.”

“
If
she gets here,” added Kit gloomily.

“Just stop it, okay?” Cass gave him a stern look. “We’ve got to stay positive or we might as well give up right now. And you know what? We can’t give up.”

“You’re right,” sighed Kit. “All this sitting around waiting has got to me. We’ll leave this evening when the ley becomes active.” He pushed back his chair and stood up. “I’ll get our gear together. We’ll need a few bits and bobs to take with us because we might be there a few days.”

“Not so fast, Speedy. We’re not going anywhere until we finish this plate of lovely pastry and have at least one more cup of coffee. Sit down and eat – it’s the most important meal of the day.”

After breakfast, they assembled some basic items that Kit reckoned they would need to make life in camp a little less spartan: a flint and steel, two hand axes, water flasks, fishing line and a handful of hooks, a hank of hemp rope, an assortment of knives, a pound of almonds, and four rolls of fruit leather. They divided these items and a few others into two sturdy canvas rucksacks. The idea was to travel light, and anyway, Kit reasoned, this was a factfinding mission and they did not plan to stay very long.

They napped in the afternoon, and as the shadows began to stretch across the Old Town Square, Kit thanked Etzel for taking care of them and, handing him the note to give to Mina, wished him farewell. Then he and Cass left the city and made their way at a leisurely pace along the river road to the shaded path containing the ley line that led to Big Valley. The leap went off without incident, but they landed hard – buffeted by a fierce wind and stinging sleet. Cass threw up and Kit, for the first time in a long time, felt queasy and disoriented. It took them both a few minutes to pull themselves together; when they did, they saw that it was late afternoon and the sun was already sinking below the rim of the great limestone canyon to the west.

The Big Valley Ley deposited the two travellers on the path leading down to the river at the bottom of the gorge and, at first glance, everything seemed to be just as Kit remembered it, with no sign of the dimensional instability that had infected Damascus. Cass watched him for a moment, then asked, “Well? What do you think?”

“So far so good,” Kit replied. “All appears to be in order, but time will tell. I think we call it safe until we find out otherwise.” He glanced around. “I want to go to the tree, but we’ll have to hurry if we hope to get back to the gorge before dark.”

He led them back up the path to the canyon rim, where he paused a moment to get his bearings and take another reading of the sky before heading off across a plain of waist-high grass toward the woods in the near distance. “It’s this way. Stay close and keep an eye peeled for predators, okay?”

“What kind of predators?” asked Cass.

“All of them,” replied Kit. “Lions, bears, wolves, hyenas, tigers – you name it. They’re all here in abundance.”

An hour’s trek through dense woodland brought them to a copse of close-grown elder all spindly and sun-starved. “We’re almost there,” Kit announced. They pushed through the elder and came to what appeared to be a hedge of young beech trees. “The clearing is through here,” he said and pushed through the saplings. Cass followed on his heels and stepped into a clearing created by the outflung branches of the most massive, majestic yew tree she had ever seen.

The colossal trunk rose from an overlapping tangle of roots to form a veritable fortress, a round tower of wood as dense and heavy as iron from which hung the broad, spreading limbs that supported innumerable branches of dense, dark foliage – the softneedled, green-black leaves spiked with blood-red poisonous berries characteristic of the species. The great heavy boughs rose rank on intertwining rank to a truly astonishing height before tapering off in a gently rounded crown that, viewed from below, seemed more like the domed crest of a looming mountain peak than a treetop. In among the thickly layered branches, the shadows deepened and multiplied. Whatever mysteries those dusky limbs concealed remained unseen and unknown, for no light penetrated the substantial foliage beyond the first few inches. Nor was light allowed to infiltrate the area directly beneath the circle of those branches; that and the continual rain of spent needles kept the ground all around the tree devoid of any competing vegetation whatsoever. Thus, the titanic tree stood proud of its surroundings, dominating its place in the forest, suffering no rivals: an absolute monarch, a tyrant king without peer.

“Incredible!” gasped Cass as she tried to take in the towering bulk before her. “It is… humongous.”

“I think it’s even bigger now than the last time I saw it,” observed Kit. “Which means we’re probably a few hundred years adrift, more or less. It’s had more time to grow, that’s for sure.” He gazed up into the rising branches, dark against the pale blue sky, and it seemed as if he were looking into the shadowed obscurity of a mystery as deep and impenetrable as time itself.

The sky turned golden with the coming sunset as they stood marvelling at the mighty tree. The forest around them filled with an auditory tapestry of birdsong; every bush and branch sang with a feathered chorister, each staking a claim on its night territory and noisily telling the world to stay well away.

As they were standing there, a blackbird alighted on a branch of one of the young saplings ringing the clearing; its sudden movement attracted the eye, and both Kit and Cass saw the bird appear. It looked around curiously, then flitted to a nearby branch of the yew tree where it perched for a moment. The bird cocked its head from one side to the other, then stretched its neck up as if to utter a call. But before the first note could sound, the creature shivered all over as if in the grip of a violent seizure. The bird stretched out its wings and, beak gaping, toppled from the branch – dead before it hit the ground.

“Wow!” said Cass. “Did you see that?”

“Come on, let’s check it out.”

They proceeded around the clearing to where the bird fell – taking extreme care not to so much as brush up against a yew twig – and knelt to examine the feathered corpse. There was nothing to indicate the cause of death, and if they had not witnessed the creature’s demise with their own eyes, they would not have given the dead thing a second thought.

“Death by contact,” observed Cass, bending over the tiny body. “Did you know that would happen?”

“I knew the tree was powerful,” Kit told her. “It melted our ley lamps last time we were here.” Indicating the dead bird, he said, “So that’s one thing we’ve learned. Let’s see if we can find out anything else.”

They moved cautiously around the base of the tree, viewing it from every angle, then spent some time just sitting and observing. Aside from the birds flocking to their roosts for the night, the forest round about was silent – which Kit thought indicated an absence of wildlife in the nearby wood. Beyond that, nothing else happened, or seemed likely to, so he decided to conclude their first observation session. He climbed to his feet and found that his right leg had gone all numb and tingly. He took a step and stumbled back onto his hands and knees. “Ah! Ow!” he gasped.

Cass bent down beside him. “What’s wrong?”

“My leg has gone to sleep.” He tried to stand and grimaced. “Oh!”

“Here, let me help you,” offered Cass. She stooped slightly to take Kit’s hand and, unbalanced, raised her other arm. Kit reached for her hand, and at the instant of contact, a sizzling crack and a blinding flash – like the dazzling radiance of a photographer’s flashgun – illuminated the entire clearing with a sudden, searing scintillation of bright blue light. Kit felt a jolt tear through him, and he was lifted off the ground and hurled onto his back. He felt this as a force, as if he had been knocked off his feet in a hard-charging rugby tackle – not like touching a live wire or being electrocuted; it was more like being slammed with a giant fist. Other than that first blinding flash, there was no spark, no zap, no smoke.

Dazed, Kit glanced around, trying to perceive what had happened. One instant he had been reaching for Cass’s hand, and the next he was lying on his back, staring up at the sky and wondering why he could not breathe. Shaken in every bone of his body, he rolled onto his side and looked across to Cass, who was lying in a heap ten feet or so away. On hands and knees he crawled to her side. “Cass? Are you okay?” He reached out to her.

“Don’t touch me!” Her eyes rolled in her head and she pushed herself up on her elbows.

“Any broken bones or burns or anything?”

She sat up and patted herself here and there. “Nothing broken,” she reported. “But I’ve got a terrific buzzing in my head. I think I’m deaf in one ear. What about you?”

“No buzzing, but I feel like a bug slammed into a windscreen. Ohhh…
man
!” He collapsed beside her. “That was extreme.”

“What
was
that?”

Kit thought for a moment. “The tree stands on a portal,” he explained. “Like a ley line, but more of a – ”

“I
know
what a ley portal is, Einstein,” she told him, her tone sharp, almost accusing. “Did you know that was going to happen?”

“Obviously not,” Kit replied. “The only other portal I know is at Black Mixen Tump back in England. That one is activated by raising your arm in the air.” He turned his gaze to the tree and the place where they had been standing only moments ago. “Apparently so is this one.”

“Apparently,” Cass echoed. “You should have warned me.” She brushed herself off as if shedding a bad memory and gave a derisive sniff. “Smell that?”

Kit lifted his head and drew in a tentative whiff. “Yeah – it smells like electricity.”

“Ozone,” replied Cass. “Formed when high-energy electromagnetic radiation breaks the atomic structure of oxygen in the air. Electrical discharges make it – which is why you can often smell it in elevators, or after lightning storms.” She pushed herself upright. “I think we should move along – in case the charge or whatever builds up again.”

“Good plan,” Kit agreed. He levered himself up off the ground, and after shaking his arms and legs and rolling his head from side to side, he shouldered his pack. “Okay, important safety tip. Waving your arms around is not a good idea.”

“Seriously,” agreed Cass.

“Let’s go,” Kit said. “We don’t want to be caught in the forest after dark. We can come back tomorrow. With any luck, Mina will turn up.” He turned and pushed through the ring of saplings forming a hedge wall around the tree. “We need to get down to shelter before the bears come out.”