unsteady. I took a step closer in. Matt called out to me.
'What is wrong?'
'Nothing's wrong,' I said.
'You must release all magikal power,' Shan-Tun said. 'Trust us. We have not lost any of our jumpers.'
'Not in weeks,' agreed Bon-Jee. The two of them laughed, their mandibles quivering.
That didn't make me feel any better. But I had no choice.
I had to do the jump relying only on the Silkwyrms' silk, or chicken out and maybe have Matt scorn me. I desperately needed her approval. She was the only source I had left for getting through to Diksen. This was for Aahz.
'Well... all right,' I said, though my heart had moved up to my throat. I hesitated.
'We can let someone else go until you are ready,' Bon-Jee said.
'No! I mean, I'll go. Just give me a moment.'
For the first time since I had started learning magik, I deliberately emptied my internal reserve of all the power I had. It left me with an uncomfortable hollow sensation inside. I looked down. The dry river bed seemed twice as far away as it had been before.
The Silkwyrms' mandibles separated in what I translated as a broad grin.
'That's right, good sir. Now, go ahead and jump!'
I held my breath and took a step backward.
I remembered when I was little that some of my family put me on a blanket they held among them and tossed me high into the air. I laughed and yelled and begged for more.
This was nothing like that. As I went over the edge, my hair flew upward, and my clothes flapped against my body, as if they wanted to free themselves from someone crazy enough to jump off a cliff. All the nerve endings in my body tingled against my skin. They'd be the first to know when I struck the ground. I was falling too fast to draw breath. It wasn't like being dragged underground by the slowsands.
There was plenty of air up here—too much, in fact. I screwed my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable impact.
Suddenly, giants grabbed me by the chest and dragged me upward, back into the air I had just fallen through. My eyes were forced open. The blue sky seemed to loom closer and closer. I heard a sharp, thin, agonized noise. Someone was screaming.
It was me.
I was flung up over the cliff's edge. Matt stood with the Silkwyrms, watching me fly up, up, up, until I hit the acme of my arc. Then I started dropping again.
It was no more fun the second time.
Or the third.
Or the fourth.
By the time I had bounced for the fifth time, I could feel my breakfast, and probably last night's dinner,
fighting to get out of my stomach. I was no longer screaming, since that required breath, and I had none to spare. My heart banged against the inside of my throat, and my eyes were popping out of my head. This time as I passed the edge of the cliff, the Silkwyrms grabbed me and helped me back onto solid ground.
I could have kissed it. As soon as Shan-Tun and Bon-Jee disconnected me from their threads, I staggered down into the center of the hilltop and just stood, shaking.
Matt cheerfully took her place in between the Silkwyrms. They attached the ropes to her and helped her back to the edge. She gave me a jaunty wave and leaped out into the empty air.
The happy cries of excitement she emitted while catapulting up and down left me feeling resentful and more than a little foolish. When she returned at last to the starting point, I put on a pleasant smile and went to meet her.
'The end always justifies the means.'
I had arranged for a fine lunch in a restaurant that Chumley had recommended in the capital city. The waiter, a Ghord in a tall, conical hat, seated us with many bows and compliments. He took Matt's flowers away and returned them in a pottery vase with a ribbon around it, then left us to read the menu.
'This wasn't the first time you've done that jump, was it?' I asked, as soon as he was out of earshot.
'Well, no,' Matt admitted, with a sly grin. 'But I thought you would enjoy it more if you believed it was the first time for both of us.'
'You knew I couldn't use magik out there, didn't you?'
'Oh, yes.' The grin broadened out into a smile. 'It was very amusing, watching the terror on your face. Shan-Tun let you bounce an extra time just for fun.' She touched my cheek, then bent her head to examine the menu. 'Now, what shall we try?'
The thought made my stomach roil. 'I don't think I'll ever be able to eat again,' I said.
'Nonsense,' Matt said. 'The food smells marvelous. Just take a deep breath.'
I did. My stomach forgave me the abuse it had undergone.
By the time the waiter came back with a slate and a stylus to take our order, I had lined up in my mind all the lessons that Bunny and Tananda had hammered into me. I was prepared to be charming at all costs.
'And what will the lady have?' the waiter inquired.
I nodded to her. 'Whatever she would like.'
What Matt liked, as it happened, was the rarest and most expensive item on the list. I kept my face straight, and ordered an entree for myself.
'What about appetizers? Soup? Salad?' I asked.
'Why, yes,' Matt said. She put a dainty finger on the list and ran down her choices of three more
courses. 'And essence of minnetango to drink, perhaps.' The waiter gasped. 'What do you think?' she asked me.
'I think that sounds good,' I said. 'Two.'
'Two?' the server asked. His careful air of nonchalance dissolved into open delight. He scurried away into the back room, where I heard exclamations of disbelief and happy astonishment. I guessed that minnetango must be pretty pricey. I was determined not to react, whatever Matt did. It was only money.
I made determined small talk as we dined. Matt picked at her meal. I ate heartily. The food was as good as Chumley had said it would be. I commented on it, asked polite questions, and avoided the subject that was nagging at me as long as I possibly could.
The minnetango arrived in golden cups no taller than my little finger on a solid gold tray accompanied by every server in the restaurant and the manager, who bowed as the tray was presented to us. In a less fancy place, it would probably have been accompanied by a brass band and a robed choir. The fragrance hit me even before the waiter set my cup before me. The few ounces of bronze-golden liquid smelled like a combination of a whole hothouse of roses simmered together with marshmallows and fifteen kinds of fruit. One sip told me I should never judge anything in advance. It tasted like boiled spiders. Matt tasted hers. Her lips curled in a small, contented smile that wouldn't have been out of place on the face of one of her cats.
'Uh, that's pretty good,' I managed to choke out.
'We are proud of it,' the manager said. 'It takes a hundred Ghords a hundred days to make a single bottle! Enjoy!'
'This is a special occasion,' I said, holding up my cup to Matt. 'I've never jumped head-first off a cliff on purpose.'
She looked a little sad, but extended her cup to touch to mine. 'Your continued good health.'
'Yours, too,' I said. I took my time finishing it. One sip at a time was about all I could gag down. Matt drank
