Wizard's Sword (The Battle Wizard Saga, No.2) (19 page)

Giselle entered the unlocked cabin. Sig said to Rick, "That only took a half-hour."

"How did you time that?"

Sig picked up a stick and drove it into the ground. "Look at the shadows. When we left, the shadow was there," he pointed emphatically and then waved toward the current location," now it′s here."

"You looked at your cellphone didn′t you?"

"Yeah."

Rick kicked the stick. "Shadows."

Giselle walked out of the cabin onto the porch. "What a lovely cabin. It has three bedrooms. I′ve picked mine."

"My uncle built it himself. Felled the trees, hauled the stones, and built the furniture."

"Lovely job. Did either of you bring food?"

"I′ve got trail mix, dried apricots, and figs."

Giselle and Rick looked at him with arched eyebrows and shook their heads.

Giselle pointed at the fire pit. "Start a fire. I′ve got brats, sauerkraut, buns and fixin′s"

Rick had the fire blazing as dark settled. Sig sharpened sticks for the brats. Giselle had two packages. They finished both packages of brats and the extra buns. Sig raised the age-old question, "Why do brats come in packages of eight and buns in ten packs?" The mystery remained unsolved.

Sig leaned back on the porch and patted his stomach. "When will your uncle be here?"

"I expect him sometime tonight or early in the morning, before sunrise."

"Let′s get to bed and be ready."

Rick nodded. "We should leave a bedroom free for my uncle. Two of us need to double up. Giselle, do you want to room with me or Sig?"

She smiled as she shut the door to her bedroom.

Rick shrugged at Sig. "I tried."

On the day of the hunting expedition, everyone arranged to leave early enough so it would still be light when they hiked the last two miles to the cabin.

Their packs filled up the back seat of the Jeep. With hands on her hips, Giselle considered the packs.

"Women always pack too much," Rick said.

"You′re gonna be happy that I did."

"Negligee? I′m in with that. I hope it′s a black teddy."

She gave him an exasperated look.

Sig looked at Rick over the top of the Jeep. "I′ll flip you for who rides on top of all that in back."

Rick shook his head. "Nope, you can′t ride back there. Don′t forget the seatbelt law."

"What′ll we do?"

"Just a minute. Dogs don′t need a seatbelt", Rick said. He bent down out of sight. His clothes flew up onto the packs.

His wolf form leapt into the Jeep. Mouth open, tongue hanging out, it looked like a smile. He turned around three times, pawed at the packs and lay down on top of them.

Giselle and Sig looked at each other, shrugged and got into the Jeep. She pulled away and then stopped in the parking lot, looked over at Sig and said, "Do you know where we′re going?"

He shook his head. They both turned to look back at Rick. He held a piece of paper in his mouth. Giselle took it from him and wiped it on her shirt before she opened it. She looked it over for a few moments, and then handed it to Sig. "You′re navigator. Tell me when to turn."

The beautiful day demanded traveling with the top down. Rick napped for the hour it took them to clear out of metropolitan Chicago. After the nap, he sat on his rear haunches, head up, catching the blast of wind over the windscreen as they travelled north. He observed the passing scenery with tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Many people who motored beside them slowed to gawk at Rick. It wasn′t every day that people saw a dog the size of a small pony sitting in the back of a convertible enjoying the view. Children in particular were enthralled with the spectacle, pointing and waving as they travelled alongside, then turning and watching as they passed.

One little girl in a car seat appeared particularly taken with the view. Face pressed against the window, mouth open, she stared intently at Rick as her parents slowed to keep pace. After a few moments alongside, the car accelerated away from the Jeep. As it pulled away, the little girl winked, held it for a moment, smiled, and pointed at Rick.

He tilted his head like Nipper in the RCA advertisement and then turned to Sig who watched the interchange. He shrugged. No telling what magical powers the little girl had, but she obviously saw deeper than surface appearances. Acknowledgement of shared magic from one so young surprised but comforted him.

Giselle pulled into a White Castle at Sig′s urging. When they stopped, Rick jumped out of the Jeep and trotted around to the back of the store. He returned in a few moments in human form. "Excellent choice in greasy cuisine. I think I could manage to slide a dozen down."

While they chowed down, Giselle asked Rick, "You stick your head into the wind just like dogs do. Why do you do that?"

Rick looked at Sig and arched an eyebrow, already having covered this topic with him. He turned back to Giselle. "It′s canine speed reading. Smells come at you fast and furious with lots of information, like 'Oh there′s Fifi. She′s ready. Fido marked territory, but he doesn′t realize he just marked a spot in Killer′s yard. There′s a female poodle in heat. A boxer is outside her fence.′ I smelled this White Castle before you saw it on the freeway food sign. I also know there′re a pizza shop and an Italian fast food joint nearby."

"So you just take in info about food and sex, like dogs."

"Puleeze, them are fightin′ words. We Weres are much more discriminating than dogs. However, like any book you randomly pick up, you read what′s written. A baby in a red minivan full of kids that passed had a pant load and will be chapped if they don′t change him soon. I also detected a plastic manufacturing facility back that way." He waved to the west. "I could tell that gray pickup we followed for a few miles needs new rings or valve seals. It′s burning oil, but not enough to be visible, or even detectable by inferior human olfactories."

"I′m glad of my human olfactory if it keeps me from smelling a pant load as it drives by."

Sig grimaced and nodded. "Amen."

Rick grinned. "It′s something you get used to. It comes at you all the time. It doesn′t even bother me when you guys fart."

Sig and Giselle looked at each other.

Rick held up a White Castle slider. "Especially after these babies, it gets ripe."

Giselle started laughing and Sig joined in.

Rick looked back and forth between them. "Should I tell you what you had for breakfast?"

Laughing, Giselle raised her hands. "TMI, TMI."

Rick had a sly look in his eyes. "Anytime you want to remember, just ask me."

Sig gave him a challenging look. "What?"

Rick squinted, considered the question, and then said, "Eggs, bacon and toast. It included a waft of fruit. Perhaps orange marmalade on the toast?"

Sig shook his head and nodded with a smile. "You nailed it."

Still laughing, Giselle threw her head back. "Oh my God. Excuse me, I′ll be back." She rose and headed toward the restroom.

After she left, Rick asked, "While she′s unburdening herself, does she know I ate breakfast with you?"

"No, and let′s not tell her."

"Deal." Rick raised his fist and Sig bumped it.

Before they sped on their way, Rick changed forms and jumped into the back of the Jeep.

The highways narrowed, speed limits dropped, and traffic evaporated.

Rolling down a narrow, rutted, dirt track, Giselle asked, "OK what′s next?"

Ahead the trail narrowed to a walking path. Sig stared at the directions.

Giselle stopped the Jeep. "Next?"

Sig shook his head. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned. Rick sat on the packs with his hand out.

"Why do you want the map? We′re looking for your uncle′s place. You′ve been here before. Just tell us where to go."

"I only travelled here from the Upper Peninsula, never from Chicago. My uncle gave me these directions over the phone. Finally, we′re not going to my uncle′s place, we′re going to a cabin in the woods. I′ve never been there." He wriggled his fingers. "Gimme. High school teachers said I should study medicine because of my head start on lousy penmanship. Maybe I can figure it out."

He turned it over, then sideways, and squinted, looked back over his shoulder, back at the directions and then over the other shoulder. "Have we passed a giant sycamore?"

"About a quarter mile back."

"The trail begins there. Turn around and go back."

"Let me see the directions." Rick handed them to Sig.

"Where does it say sycamore?"

Rick pointed.

Sig looked at where he pointed. "That′s sycamore? I thought it said 'sign′. I was looking for a sign."

"It′s abbreviated."

Sig rolled his eyes.

Giselle managed to turn the Jeep around in a three-point maneuver. She stopped when pointed in the direction they had come. "The only problem with your penmanship is you must have held the pen with your paw." She pressed the gas.

At the sycamore, she pulled off the road into the brush. They unloaded the packs and put the top up on the Jeep.

"Where now?"

"I′ll find out." Rick walked to the other side of the Jeep and ducked down. His wolf dashed into the forest.

Sig strolled into the forest alone. Tension drained as he inhaled the tang of pine and the spice of oak leaf, twig, and acorn mulch breaking down on the forest floor. He crouched and leaned a shoulder against a medium sized sapling to let the subtle forest sounds echo around him. He pried up a half-buried acorn the squirrels and deer missed and rolled it between his fingers to knock dirt off the smooth shell. Although he enjoyed city life, this felt like home.

Not wanting to seem aloof, he returned to the jeep ten minutes later, just before Rick trotted out of the forest. He stood up on the other side of the Jeep, looked at Sig and Giselle, and said, "Found it. It′ll take about forty minutes to get there."

"You found it and got back here in ten minutes. Why will it take us forty?"

"Well duh. Four legs, by myself, and no packs the first time; this time—packs, two legs and I have to drag two greenhorns along."

Sig shouldered his pack, lifted his bow and arrow quiver, and then held Rick′s pack up for him. "Lead the way Chingachgook."

Giselle leaned against the Jeep patiently, pack on her shoulders, bow and arrow quiver at the ready. "When you two finish with your comedy routine, I′m ready."

Rick set a fast pace, but Giselle and Sig kept up easily. They arrived at the cabin in less than thirty minutes.

Emerging from the forest, they saw a log and stone cabin in a clearing on the other side of a creek. The creek flowed swiftly before slowing and filling a large pond in front of the cabin before it flowed on again. The creek burbled between smooth boulders before splashing into the pond. Rick skipped and hopped across the boulders to the other side. Sig and Giselle followed.

Giselle entered the unlocked cabin. Sig said to Rick, "That only took a half-hour."

"How did you time that?"

Sig picked up a stick and drove it into the ground. "Look at the shadows. When we left, the shadow was there," he pointed emphatically and then waved toward the current location," now it′s here."

"You looked at your cellphone didn′t you?"

"Yeah."

Rick kicked the stick. "Shadows."

Giselle walked out of the cabin onto the porch. "What a lovely cabin. It has three bedrooms. I′ve picked mine."

"My uncle built it himself. Felled the trees, hauled the stones, and built the furniture."

"Lovely job. Did either of you bring food?"

"I′ve got trail mix, dried apricots, and figs."

Giselle and Rick looked at him with arched eyebrows and shook their heads.

Giselle pointed at the fire pit. "Start a fire. I′ve got brats, sauerkraut, buns and fixin′s"

Rick had the fire blazing as dark settled. Sig sharpened sticks for the brats. Giselle had two packages. They finished both packages of brats and the extra buns. Sig raised the age-old question, "Why do brats come in packages of eight and buns in ten packs?" The mystery remained unsolved.

Sig leaned back on the porch and patted his stomach. "When will your uncle be here?"

"I expect him sometime tonight or early in the morning, before sunrise."

"Let′s get to bed and be ready."

Rick nodded. "We should leave a bedroom free for my uncle. Two of us need to double up. Giselle, do you want to room with me or Sig?"

She smiled as she shut the door to her bedroom.

Rick shrugged at Sig. "I tried."

"One can only hope."

It was still dark when someone shook Sig awake. It wasn′t Rick, who he heard groan from the other bed. He sat up and swung his feet down. Sig pulled on his shirt and boots and followed Rick outside.

Exiting the cabin, the newcomer turned to Rick and said, "There′s a girl in one of the rooms."

Rick looked quizzically at him. "Yes, there is."

"You said you were bringing two friends."

"That′s right and I said one′s an Amazon. Did you think I would bring the river?"

That got Rick a level stare.

"Now don′t pull that Alpha shit with me. I could have gone home to get that." He gestured. "My friend Sig. Sig my Uncle Jacob."