Part 12 (1/2)

”Because you're the only one who'd knock,” Tobin told him. ”I'm glad to see you. Come in and sit down. We can talk.”

”Oh, no,” said Erebus ruefully. He closed the door and sat carefully, several feet beyond Tobin's reach. ”I've gotten into enough trouble talking to you. Not that I blame you, mind. You have your duties and loyalties, just as I have mine. But I'm telling you nothing of the mistress or anything else.”

”You mean I'll have to rely on my talkative gaoler for information? Thanks a lot.”

”Not speaking to you, is she? Well, she's bitter. She has reason.”

”Why? Oh, all right, don't tell me. I just hope she's not the one who's fixing the food.”

”Oh, Natter wouldn't poison you, if that's what you're thinking. She's a gentle sort, for all her sharp tongue.”

”I'll believe that when I see it. Speaking of seeing, I'm going mad in here. Is there some way I could go outside? Just for a bit of exercise? I'll give my word”

Erebus was shaking his head. ”I'll not be taken in by you twice, Sir Tobin. May I call you Tobin? And even if I could be, others wouldn't. You're going to stay right here until the mistress decides what to do with you.”

Tobin rubbed his thumb over the stubble of his beard. ”In for a long wait, am I?”

”Sorry, I'm telling you nothing this time.”

”Will you at least tell me how Fiddle is? If you're having trouble taking care of him, perhaps I could help?” He didn't really believe they'd let him out, but it was worth a try.

Erebus' eyes s.h.i.+fted guiltily. ”Well, I suppose I could tell you about that. The mistress sent your horse to be sold.”

”Sold!” Tobin's voice spiraled up. ”To who? What's happened to him? He could be whipped! Starved! I've got toa””

”Calm yourself,” said Erebus serenely. ”He won't be abused, he's too valuable. Todda” Ah, the mistress' agent is a tinker. He knows the worth of a good horse.”

”But why?”

”The mistress said you'd be less likely to try to escape on foot than on horseback, anda””

”But he's my horse! How dare she sell my horse?”

Erebus shrugged. ”At least she didn't sell him to the horse eaters. You can always buy him back, if you get free. Think of it as a small payment for our hospitality.”

”But... but...” There was nothing he could do, curse her! And Erebus was right, a horse as good as Fiddle would be well treated. The humor of it began to strike hima”protesting wildly at the sale of his horse when his life was threatened!

Erebus beamed, sensing his change of mood. ”Speaking of payment,” he continued, ”I'd like to get the information you owe me now.” Paper, pen, and ink appeared as if by magic. ”About those barbarians . . .”

Outrage warred with humor . . . and lost. Tobin laughed and told him what he wanted to know.

The next time Tobin heard the scrabbling at the window, he was ready, glancing up cautiously, not wanting to startle them. But as soon as they saw him looking, the eyes vanished. He heard m.u.f.fled giggling outside the window, but it soon faded away.

On the morning of his fourth day of imprisonment, he wakened to the growling of thunder. The sky was gray, and he couldn't guess the time. He thought it might be late, for he'd worked on loosening the spike far into the night. The spike was beginning to s.h.i.+ft just a little as he pushed and pulled at it. The shackle was turning his skin as green as Natter's fingers.

Natter seemed disturbed by the weather when she brought his breakfast and nodded absently when he remarked that the storm would be a bad one.

The thunder grew louder. Tobin had thought the goblins would be busy preparing for the storm and was astonished when the door opened, revealing a rectangle of writhing dark clouds and a tiny goblin girl, hardly more than a foot high. She was slender, her nose quite short for one of her kind, and she looked very young in spite of the determined set to her jaw. Her eyes were a familiar hazel.

”h.e.l.lo,” said Tobin softly, trying not to startle her. ”I believe I've seen you, but we haven't met. I'm Tobin.”

”My name's Onny.” She took a wary step forward, and then jumped as the thunder crashed.

”It's getting closer,” said Tobin. ”Are your people ready for the storm?”

”They're doing that now.” She inched forward, wary and graceful as a hummingbird. ”They're all busy, so now seemed like the best time toa””

”To come see me? Then you aren't supposed to be here? I'm glad you are,” he added hastily. ”I'm don't like being alone with the storm coming in.”

It thundered again and the girl flinched, then wrinkled her nose. ”That's a lie. You're not scared of the storm.”

”Well, not a lot,” Tobin admitted. ”Are you?”

”Of course not. Only babies are afraid of thunder.”

”I see. And I see you're not afraid of the mistress, either.”

She looked puzzled.

”Because she told you not to come here, and you have,” he explained.

”Oh, the mistress didn't say anything about you.” Thunder crashed again and she winced. ”That was just Natter. The mistress is away now.” She edged toward him.

”Really? Where is she?”

”She's off spying on the human village,” said the girl. ”Fa was upset about it, but she wouldn't listen.”

A brilliant flash lit the windows, and thunder exploded right on top of them. The child jumped and clapped her hands over her ears, her face white beneath the scattered freckles. Then she leapt forward, touched his knee, and darted back to the door like a fish out of a net. ”It was a dare.” She flashed a smile at him and ran out as the first heavy drops splattered down.

The spike was beginning to s.h.i.+ft. Working it grimly back and forth, Tobin wondered how much the girl had learned about the settlement. Everything, if she was as clever with them as she'd been with him. She'd have been there for days by now. And what would she do with her knowledge? He had to warn them. If he could get there in time, perhaps they coulda”

The spike came loose. Tobin, in the act of pulling back on it, lost his balance and fell, the chain rattling down around him. He stared at it stupidly for a second, then a shout of joy welled up in his throat and he had to struggle to suppress it.

Grinning triumphantly, he jumped to his feet, slinging the chain over his neck to keep it out of the way. He s.n.a.t.c.hed up his cloak and hurried out the door, closing it behind him. If he was lucky, his escape might not be noticed until Natter brought his dinner.

Stepping into the storm was like stepping into a waterfalla”he had to pull up his hood to protect his face or he'd have been unable to see at all. At least no one was likely to see him.

Soon the ground began to rise and Tobin climbed rapidly, exalting in his freedom after days in the cramped hut. At the top of the small hill, the trail ended in a cleared s.p.a.ce where an ancient pine had fallen. Then the woods began.

Tobin plunged thankfully into the trees. Soon he'd be far from the goblin's basea”but wait! He'd almost forgotten the Otherworld stone.

Tobin looked back. The rain fell in torrents. He could only see about ten feet, but considering the rise he'd climbed he guessed the small clearing would give a good overview of the goblin camp. It might not be out of range of any spells she'd placed, but if he left the stone among the trees, whoever found it wouldn't know what direction to go next. If he left it here, when they found the stone they'd find the goblin base without fail.

The great fallen pine lay across the back of the clearing, near the forest. Tobin darted into the rain and tucked the stone out of sight beneath the huge tree. Done! He'd accomplished his mission. Now all he had to do was warn Master Lazur that the sorceress knew about him, and he'd be free to go home.

He climbed to his feet, hindered a little by the weight of his wet cloak, and entered the woods again, heading south.

Tobin tramped wearily through the darkness, wis.h.i.+ng he still had his boots, for his soaked slippers offered little protection from the stones and branches that littered the forest floor. He stepped on the sharp end of a branch and hopped, cursing.