bright red pair with strange buckles that nobody on earth was going to buy for you. The Baudelaires had experienced a passive moment at Briny Beach, where they had learned the terrible news about their parents, and had been numbly led by Mr. Poe toward their new unfortunate lives. I recently experienced a passive moment myself, sitting in a chair as a shoe salesperson forced my feet into a series of ugly and uncomfortable positions, when all the while I wanted a bright red pair of shoes with strange buckles that nobody on earth was going to buy for me. But a passive moment in the middle of a rushing stream, when villainous people are hot on your trail, is a difficult moment to accept, which is why the Baudelaires fidgeted on the toboggan as the Stricken Stream carried them further and further downhill, just as I fidgeted as I tried to plan my escape from that sinister shoe emporium. Violet fidgeted and thought of Quigley, hoping he had managed to escape from the cold water and get himself to safety. Klaus fidgeted and thought of V.F.D., hoping that he could still learn more about the organization even though their headquarters had been destroyed. And Sunny fidgeted and thought of the fish in the Stricken Stream, who would occasionally stick their heads out of the ashen water and cough. She was wondering if the ashes, which were left in the water by a recent fire in the mountains and made it difficult for the fish to breathe, would mean the fish wouldn't taste very good, even if you used a recipe with plenty of butter and lemon.
The Baudelaires were so busy fidgeting and thinking that when the toboggan rounded one of the odd, square sides of the mountain peaks, it was a moment before they noticed the view spread below them. Only when a few scraps of newspaper blew in front of their faces did the Baudelaires look down and gasp at what they saw.
'What is it?' Violet said.
'I don't know,' Klaus said. 'It's hard to tell from so high up.'
'Subjavik,' Sunny said, and she spoke the truth. From this side of the Mortmain Mountains, the Baudelaires had expected to see the hinterlands, a vast expanse of flat landscape where they had spent quite some time. Instead, it looked like the world had turned into a dark, dark sea. As far as the eye could see there were swirls of gray and black, moving like strange eels in shadowy water. Every so often one of the swirls would release a small, fragile object that would float up toward the Baudelaires like a feather. Some of these objects were scraps of newspaper. Others appeared to be tiny bits of cloth. And some of them were so dark that they were utterly unrecognizable, a phrase Sunny preferred to express as 'subjavik.'
Klaus squinted down through his glasses and then turned to his sisters with a look of despair. 'I know what it is,' he said quietly. 'It's the ruins of a fire.'
The Baudelaires looked down again and saw that Klaus was right. From such a height, it had taken the children a moment to realize that a great fire had raged through the hinterlands, leaving only ashen scraps behind.
'Of course,' Violet said. 'It's strange we didn't recognize it before. But who would set fire to the hinterlands?'
'We did,' Klaus said.
'Caligari,' Sunny said, reminding Violet of a terrible carnival in which the Baudelaires had spent some time in disguise. Sadly, as part of their disguise it had been necessary to assist Count Olaf in burning down the carnival, and now they could see the fruits of their labors, a phrase which here means 'the results of the terrible thing they did, even though they did not mean to do it at all.'
'The fire isn't our fault,' Violet said. 'Not entirely. We had to help Olaf, otherwise he would have discovered our disguises.'
'He discovered our disguises anyway,' Klaus pointed out.
'Noblaym,' Sunny said, which meant something like, 'But it's still not our fault.'
'Sunny's right,' Violet said. 'We didn't think up the plot – Olaf did.'
'We didn't stop him, either,' Klaus pointed out. 'And plenty of people think we're entirely responsible. These scraps of newspaper are probably from
'You're right,' Violet said with a sigh, although I have since discovered that Klaus was wrong, and that the scraps of paper blowing past the Baudelaires were from another publication that would have been of enormous help had they stopped to collect the pieces. 'Maybe we should be passive for a while. Being active hasn't helped us much.'
'In any case,' Klaus said, 'we should stay on the toboggan. Fire can't hurt us if we're floating on a stream.'
'It doesn't seem like we have a choice,' Violet said. 'Look.'
The Baudelaires looked, and saw that the toboggan was approaching a sort of intersection, where another tributary of the Stricken Stream was meeting up with theirs. The stream was now much wider, and the water even rougher, so the Baudelaires had to hang on tight in order not to be thrown into the deepening waters.
'We must be approaching a larger body of water,' Klaus said. 'We're further along in the water cycle than I thought.'
'Do you think that's the tributary that carried away Quigley?' Violet said, craning her neck to look for her missing friend.
'Selphawa!' Sunny cried, which meant 'We can't think about Quigley now – we have to think about ourselves,' and the youngest Baudelaire was right. With a great whoosh! the stream turned another square corner, and within moments the waters of the stream were churning so violently that it felt as if the Baudelaires were riding a wild horse rather than a broken toboggan.
'Can you steer the toboggan toward the shore?' Klaus yelled over the sound of the stream.
'No!' Violet cried. 'The steering mechanism broke when we rode down the waterfall, and the stream is too wide to paddle there!' Violet found a ribbon in her pocket and paused to tie up her hair in order to think better. She gazed down at the toboggan and tried to think of various mechanical blueprints she had read in her childhood, when her parents were alive and supportive of her interests in mechanical engineering. 'The runners of the toboggan,' she said, and then repeated it in a shout to be heard over the water. 'The runners! They help the toboggan maneuver on the snow, but maybe they can help us steer on the water!'
'Where are the runners?' Klaus asked, looking around.
'On the bottom of the toboggan!' Violet cried.
'Imposiyakto?' Sunny asked, which meant something like, 'How can we get to the bottom of the toboggan?'
'I don't know,' Violet said, and frantically checked her pockets for any inventing materials. She had been carrying a long bread knife, but now it was gone – probably carried away by the stream, along with Quigley, when she had used it last. She looked straight ahead, at the frothy rush of water threatening to engulf them. She gazed at the distant shores of the stream, which grew more and more distant as the stream continued to widen. And she looked at her siblings, who were waiting for her inventing skills to save them. Her siblings looked back, and all three Baudelaires looked at one another for a moment, blinking dark water out of their eyes, as they tried to think of something to do.
Just at that moment, however, one more eye arrived, also blinking dark water as it rose out of the stream, right in front of the Baudelaires. At first it seemed to be the eye of some terrible sea creature, found only in books of mythology and in the swimming pools of certain resorts. But as the toboggan took them closer, the children could see that the eye was made of metal, perched on top of a long metal pole that curved at the top so the eye could get a better look at them. It is very unusual to see a metal eye rising up out of the rushing waters of a stream, and yet this eye was something the Baudelaires had seen many times, since their first encounter with an eye tattoo on Count Olaf's left ankle. The eye was an insignia, and when you looked at it in a certain way it also looked like three mysterious letters.
'V.F.D.!' Sunny cried, as the toboggan drew even closer.
'What is it?' Klaus asked.
'It's a periscope!' Violet said. 'Submarines use them to look at things above the water!'
'Does that mean,' Klaus cried, 'that there's a submarine beneath us?'
Violet did not have to answer, because the eye rose further out of the water, and the orphans could see that the pole was attached to a large, flat piece of metal, most of which was under the water. The toboggan drew closer until the periscope was in reach, and then stopped, the way a raft will stop when it hits a large rock.
'Look!' Violet cried as the stream rushed around them. She pointed to a hatch just at the bottom of the periscope. 'Let's knock – maybe they can hear us!'
