fuss about my plants.' Morwen turned to Killer. 'Show me exactly where the vines are, and I'll give you the last bottle of cider.
Don't get too close; they're dangerous, remember.'
'How are you going to collect them, then?' Killer asked.
'Watch.'
Puzzled but willing, Killer described the exact positions of the two chokevines. Cautiously, Morwen edged closer, until Killer said she was just within three feet of the plants. Then she stopped and took a spray bottle and a paper packet of powdered slowstone from her right sleeve.
'What's that?' Cimorene asked, interested in spite of herself.
'The bottle is plain water.' Morwen pumped the top to get the spray working, then aimed it at the tree in front of her and covered as much as she could reach with a fine mist. Shining drops of water collected in midair, outlining invisible leaves and stems that shifted restlessly as if trying to reach Morwen and her friends.
'That's pretty,' said Killer.
'That's wet,' growled Trouble, shaking his fur as if he were the one who had been sprayed.
Morwen slipped the spray bottle back into her sleeve, then carefully opened one corner of the packet. Checking the direction of the wind, she shifted position until the slight breeze came from behind her, blowing toward the invisible dusk-blooming chokevines. 'Everyone else, stay back,' she said, and sprinkled the slowstone over the vines.
The gray powder settled over the dampened leaves, outlining them even more clearly than before. Slowly, the restless movement of the plants died down, until it was only a sluggish tremor. Morwen smiled in satisfaction.
She hadn't been altogether certain that slowstone would work the same way on plants as it did on animals and people.
'What was that?' Telemain asked, breaking off his conversation with Brandel in mid-sentence.
'Powdered slowstone,' Morwen said.
'It smells good,' Killer said. 'Like fresh dandelion greens with cinnamon bark.'
'You wasted powdered slowstone on a couple of plants?' Telemain sounded completely outraged.
'I had to do something to calm them down,' Morwen said. 'This should keep them quiet for a day or two- long enough to transplant them in my garden, at any rate.'
'Does that mean they're safe now?' Killer asked.
'Temporarily,' Morwen replied, reaching for her trowel. 'That is, they won't bother you if you get close, but I wouldn't eat them if I were you.'
'Oh.' Killer's ears drooped. 'Why not? They smell awfully good, especially with that powdered stuff all over them.'
'Weren't you listening at all?' Scorn said with a superior sniff.
''That powdered stuff is slowstone. It's magical, and it does just what it sounds like it ought to do. We'd be lucky to get to Vamist's house by tomorrow night if you ate any of it.'
Killer looked at Morwen. 'You mean it would slow me down? I thought you said it made those plants safe?'
'Safe to walk near, not safe to eat.' Morwen knelt next to the chokevines and began to dig. 'And I don't know whether you'd slow down or not. So far, you haven't reacted with any particular consistency to any of the things you've eaten.'
'It's possible that the slowstone would inhibit the onset of any alteration resulting from the consumption of invisible dusk-blooming chokevines,' Telemain said. 'There is precedent for such an eventuality in Killer's response to the growth-enhancing qualities of MacDonald's fertilizer, although the parallel is not perfect.'
'What did he say?' Killer asked anxiously.
'That the slowstone might slow down your reaction to the invisible dusk-blooming chokevines, instead of slowing you down.' Having dug all the way around the roots of both plants, Morwen slid her trowel under the clump of dirt and carefully lifted the first paralyzed chokevine into a sample bag. 'Unfortunately, the only way to tell for certain would be to try it and see what happens.'
'You mean the vines might do something to me, too, if I ate them? Why didn't you warn me?'
'I did.'
'You told me they were dangerous! You didn't say they were magical.'
Trouble gave Killer a look of deep disgust. 'You think normal plants get named invisible dusk-blooming chokevines?'
'But they aren't invisible!' Killer protested. 'Not to me.'
'Then maybe nothing would happen to you if you ate one,' Cimorene said.
'You can experiment later. Morwen, are you finished? We've been longer than five minutes, and I'd like to get going again.'
'I'm done.' Climbing to her feet, Morwen tucked the sample bags and trowel into her sleeve and smiled. 'And I believe I've thought of a way to speed up the rest of the trip. Have you got any rope in your pack?'
18
In Which They Concoct a Plan
Cimorene looked at Morwen, frowning. 'Rope? I think so. Why?'
'So we can tow Killer,' Morwen said. 'Between the laundry basket and the broomstick, we should have plenty of power, and we'll be able to go a lot faster, now that we're out of the trees.'
'Good idea,' Brandel said. 'It's a pity you didn't think of it sooner.
I've got plenty of rope back at the tower.'
'I don't know about this,' Killer said. 'It doesn't sound very comfortable.'
'Do you want to run all the way to Vamist's house?' Morwen said.
'That's your other choice. Take it or leave it.'
Killer took it, but not without grumbling the whole time they spent rigging a harness for him and tying it to the laundry basket and broomstick.
'This is UNDIGNIFIED,' he complained as they prepared to start off once more.
'What's so dignified about a six-foot floating blue donkey with oversized wings?' said Scorn.
'I'm very… very… Eee-augh! Help! Slow down! Oh, I knew this was a bad idea. Rabbits weren't meant to go this fast.'
Morwen glanced back and almost laughed. Killer hung at the end of the tow ropes, all four feet braced against the air (which did him no good whatsoever). His wings and ears streamed behind him in the wind. On his back, barely visible between the blue ears and feathers, Scorn and Horatio lay flat with their front claws dug into the rope harness.
Smiling, Morwen turned back to concentrate on flying the broomstick.
Despite Killer's loud complaints, by her standards they were not traveling particularly fast. Between the extra weight on both broom and basket and the energy it took to pull Killer, Morwen estimated their speed at about a third of her usual rate. Still, it was much faster than walking, especially over the open meadows that stretched ahead of them.
They had gone several miles and Killer's objections had degenerated into occasional terrified brays when Brandel slowed the laundry basket.
Morwen matched his reduction in speed, and a moment later they landed in a small stand of trees near the top of a hill.
'That's enough of that!' Killer said. 'I don't care if you want to get there quickly, I don't care if I have to run, I don't care if those wizards turn me into a pancake and eat me for breakfast. I'm not doing that again.'
'You won't have to,' Brandel said, climbing out of the laundry basket.
'Vamist's house is over this hill and down the road about a quarter of a mile.' He looked at Cimorene a little apologetically. 'I know you'd rather be closer, but with him making all that noise-' 'You'd make noise, too, if
