waterline.”
Attrebus remembered then.
“Did you do it? Did you kill him?”
“No,” he said. “Do you think you can walk?”
“What happened?” He pushed, shaking water from his ear. “You had him.”
Sul didn’t answer, but instead stood and reached an arm down. Attrebus took it and let him half pull him to his feet.
“You know more about this place than I do,” Sul said. “Where do you think we are?”
Attrebus felt his face flush as he finally understood.
“You came after me instead,” he said. “You saved my life.”
“I failed,” Sul said. “After all this time-” He broke off. “You were right-something is wrong with him, and it’s no doing of ours. The sword didn’t hurt him much, if at all. It certainly didn’t reclaim anything of Vile’s.”
“Annaig’s poison, then,” Attrebus guessed. “That must be it.”
“It seems likely, and that means Vuhon will be trying to stop her, to reverse whatever she’s done.”
He turned, and Attrebus saw Umbra was sheathed again.
“Wait,” he said. “How were you able to put it away?”
“I almost wasn’t,” Sul admitted. “Next time-”
“There’s no reason for a ‘next time,’ ” Attrebus argued. “If it doesn’t work, why take the risk?”
“I have a feeling about it,” Sul said. “Leave it at that and talk to the girl-we’re wasting time.”
Attrebus nodded, pulled Coo out, and flipped open the little door. A moment later Annaig’s face appeared.
“Attrebus,” she said. “Where are you?”
“We fought Vuhon. The sword didn’t work, but something’s wrong with him.”
“I may have distracted him,” she replied.
“Your venom is working?”
“It’s doing something. Where are you?”
“We fell in the lake in the middle of this place, and now we’re in some sort of cavern just above the waterline.”
“You’re in the skraw caves, then.”
“If you say so.”
“Stay where you are,” she said. “Keep Coo open.”
She closed the locket and then turned to Glim.
“The sword didn’t work,” she said. “Our only hope is my poison. When the trees start to die, we may get a chance to escape. Fhena can come with us.”
“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Glim insisted.
She closed her eyes, tired of his persistence. “I need you to go down to the skraw caves and bring Attrebus up here,” she said.
Glim’s pupils dilated wide and his fighting musk filled the air. She inched back a little.
“No,” he said.
“They deserve a chance, too. You need to hurry.”
“I said no,” the Argonian said, in a quiet but firm voice. “Not unless you save the trees.”
“I’ve told you, that isn’t possible. Most of the poison is in now-”
“If you know how to make the poison, you know how to make the antidote,” he said.
She stared at him for a moment, then reached into her pocket and produced a long, stoppered tube.
“This is the antidote,” she said. “This is for us, when we’re affected, if we are. It’s not nearly enough to counteract what I’ve pumped into the roots.”
“They’re already fighting it,” he said. “If they taste that, they’ll know what to do-they can produce enough antitoxin to save themselves.”
“And the lords, and Umbriel,” Annaig said. “Then the Imperial City is destroyed, and we don’t escape.”
“No,” Glim replied, his voice measured. “I’ll help the trees go home and take the city with them.”
“You really believe you can do that?” Annaig asked.
“Yes.”
She rubbed her forehead. “Go get Attrebus and Sul. Then I’ll give you this.”
“I could take it from you,” Glim said very softly.
“I’ll throw it, if you try.”
“It may be too late by the time I find Attrebus. Give it to me now, and I promise I’ll do as you ask.”
“Glim-”
“Nn, it’s me.”
“Right,” she said. “Weren’t you just threatening to use force on me?”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “If you could feel them, like I do… Nn, our whole lives, it’s always been you, your desires, your needs. And despite my protestations, I’ve been happy to be at your side. But this time you have to stand with me. You have to trust me.”
She closed her eyes, trying to remember what he was talking about, to a time when everything hadn’t been about suspicion and betrayal and heartsickness, but nothing came, nothing-until, finally, an image. The face of a five-year-old girl with long, curling black hair, and that of a young Saxhleel about the same age, reflecting up from water twenty feet below. She saw their feet, too, perched on the crumbling wall of an ancient, sunken structure.
“Let’s jump,” the girl said.
“That’s too far down,” the boy replied.
“Ah, come on. Let’s do it together.”
“Well… fine,” he grumbled.
And they jumped.
Annaig opened her eyes, and Glim suddenly remembered her when she was a little girl, how full of everything her eyes seemed to have been in those days.
She didn’t say anything. She just handed him the bottle.
“Thanks,” he said. He turned to Fhena. “Take her to the hiding place. I’ll be back.”
“I’ve heard that before,” Fhena said.
Glim slipped the antidote into his belt-pouch and bounded down the trunk, feeling the sickness invade it deeper. He wondered how to do it-if he could simply empty the contents where the roots would find it, or use one of the nutrient injectors the fringe workers used. In their pain, the trees had become unfocused, distilled to need and demand, and it was all he could do to keep his mind singular enough to be Glim, and not just a part of the hurt and panic. But Annaig trusted him, and he had to be worthy of that trust now. He would find the prince and his companion, and hopefully by then he would figure it out.
The sump felt sick and oily, and he nearly retched when he pulled in his first breath. He surprised a school of bladefish, but they hardly reacted, and instead continued along, unsteadily, as if they had lost half of their senses.
He found shattered crystal tubes in the shallows and followed them to their greatest concentration, and then began searching the caves. He discovered them in the third one he tried. The Dunmer saw him first, reaching for his sword before Glim was even out of the water. Then the Imperial turned.
“Wait,” he said. “That’s an Argonian. Mere-Glim?”
“Yes, Prince,” he replied, making a little bow.
“Do you know these people?” the prince asked.
Glim noticed a number of skraws on the other side of the cavern. Several of them were armed. As Glim approached, Wert pushed through.
“I know them,” Glim replied.
“Who are they, Glim?” Wert asked. He looked tired, more jaundiced than usual.
“You can leave them alone. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” Wert replied. “Hiner and Skrahan dropped dead. The rest of us-it’s like everything is getting sick, all at once.”
