He rushes forward, excitement flushing his cheeks. “It’s in the rhyme.”
“The children’s rhyme?” I ask Signe, and she says it again, but we all come up blank. I turn to Halim. “Why don’t you tell us?”
He shakes his head disappointedly. “And you’re the heir to the throne? Scary.”
“Mind yourself,” Reece threatens.
“Fine. ‘Where flesh and bone take flight from thee.’ Flesh and bone take flight. It’s right there for anyone to hear.” His face brightens as if he’s found a fortune of gold in his own belly button. “We have to fly.”
Signe bites her lip and shakes her head, a ghost of a smile showing. “Well, that’s a relief. It’s a lot less gruesome than what my father always said it meant.”
“Makes sense,” Reece adds. “In a bizarre fairy-tale way.”
They’re all forgetting one thing. “Where are we going to find something big enough to fly us across?”
Signe shakes her head. Bodog stops groveling on the ground long enough to give it some thought. When I turn to Reece, he’s staring at a grinning Halim.
Reece clamps his hand on the boy’s head and turns his face up to his. “You’ve got an idea, don’t you?”
Halim’s dirt-encrusted grin widens even more. “How do you feel about griffins?”
Winging It
The look on Reece’s face telegraphs exactly how he feels about griffins, and if that’s not enough, he flat-out tells us. “Birds smell funny.”
I’m just as hesitant but for different reasons. I’ve seen a griffin—impressive in a scary, there’s-no-way- I’m-getting-on-that-thing kind of way. I won’t tell Reece that. Instead, I do what all guys do to hide their fear. Play like it’s no big deal. “It’s only half a bird.”
“Still.” He crosses his arms over his chest and scowls.
Signe steps between us and puts a hand to each of our chests, getting our attention. “It doesn’t matter. We would never find one. Griffins are not social creatures.”
“I know.” Halim bounces on his toes, his face alight with news. “He’s not supposed to, but Kera’s father still has the one from the cleansing ceremony.”
Does the boy have a solution for everything? “How do you know that?”
“I get around.”
I bet he does.
“Well?” I turn to Signe, asking the only person qualified to answer the obvious. “Is it doable?”
“A griffin can carry one, two at most depending on weight. If Lord Hadrain has one, then we are truly fortunate. But he’s a scholar, not a warrior.”
I know exactly what she’s saying. “He’ll overthink the situation until it’s too late.”
Her eyes dim a little. “He won’t mean to. It’s how he is. Cautious.”
“That’s settled then,” Reece says in his gruff voice. “We borrow the griffin without him knowing.”
“And how are we to do that?” Signe asks, doubt showing clearly on her face.
A loud snuffle and cough sounds. We all turn to see Bodog’s large, googly eyes blinking innocently up at us. “Bodog knows.”
I was hoping he’d say that.
Bodog’s network of tunnels runs as damp and dark and smelly as I remember. Most are still in good shape, but others have collapsed or have been taken over by nests of bugs even Bodog doesn’t find appetizing.
The light Bodog holds out in front of him is more of a speck, especially when the tunnels shake, knocking dirt free. We’re deep beneath the surface, but something is hammering away at the earth. It’s not a comforting situation. One tunnel collapsing could create a chain reaction and bury us. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to keep us all alive.
The sound of us walking, our ragged breathing, fills my ears, and I flinch when Halim tugs on my shirt to get my attention. “Are you as powerful as they say?”
Leave it to Halim to say what’s nagging at my mind.
“Moreso,” Bodog snaps from the front of the line. The tap of his walking stick echoes eerily as he moves along. “Whatever he wishes, he gets. The world is at his command.”
That’s news to me. “Bodog...”
“Then why does he need us?” Halim challenges.
“He doesn’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
Bodog snorts at my admission, and I ignore him. “I have power, but it’s not endless.” Though I do have more than my fair share.
Halim drags his hand along the wall, skimming over rocks and a scattering of bones from things long dead that are embedded in this section of the tunnel. “Kera has power, more than anyone I’ve ever known, and I know a lot of people. Still, she’s stuck in a bad place. What if they stick us there, too?”
Bodog thumps his stick on the ground and glances over his shoulder toward Halim. “They won’t.”
We come to a fork in the tunnels and veer to the left, all following Bodog like a troop of ants after a picnic.
The little man’s confidence perks Halim’s curiosity. “Really? Why not?”
“Dylan they will take. Us they will kill.”
Halim staggers to a stop, and we all call Bodog’s name in that disapproving voice all adults use on kids when they shouldn’t speak the truth.
True to his impetuous nature, Halim pulls out a knife and waves it around. “I won’t let anybody get that close to me.”
He stabs and twists in the tight space, causing Reece to grab Signe and yank her out of the way. “Take that thing from him before he stabs one of us or himself.”
I push Halim against the wall, wrench the knife free, and hold him still as he struggles. “This isn’t a toy.” Like the boy, his knife isn’t very big, but the blade is sharp and strong. I let go and hold it in front of him. “You asked me how powerful I am?”
He nods. His eyes are overly bright and his Adam’s apple spasms within his throat.
Power rushes forward, invading the tunnel, raising the hair on our arms. It thrums against our eardrums. As serious as I’ve ever been, I say, “This is how powerful I am.”
I call the heat that burns in my bones to my hand. The knife starts to smolder, then catch fire. The wooden handle is ashes in less than a minute. The metal blade oozes into a puddle within my palm. I close my fist and roll my fingers until hot ash pours out of my hand to the ground. When I open my hand, nothing but dust remains. I do it all without taking my eyes off Halim.
“That’s what happens to little boys who play with knives. And if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I won’t hesitate to teach you a very painful lesson.”
The boy’s awestruck gaze rises from the smoking dust in my hand and moves to each of us. He looks small and vulnerable and every inch his age. “I’m sorry.”
Signe pushes away from Reece and cups Halim’s cheek, lifting his head. “We know.”
He launches into her arms and hugs her tight as she glares at the rest of us. “He’s shaking.”
“Good,” Reece says and pushes past the pair. “That means he paid attention.”
A shock wave ripples through the tunnel and dirt rains down on us. The closer we’ve gotten to Lord Hadrain’s, the worse the conditions in the tunnels have become. I think I know why. Hadrain and his people are under attack again. I don’t want to believe it. The last thing we need is more trouble.
Reece pulls me aside and whispers, “We need to get topside. It’s not safe down here.”
“I’m not so sure it’s any safer up there.”
“I agree. This whole place is a mess.” He gives a slight nod toward Halim. “Are you sure you’re doing the right thing, keeping the kid with us? I get why you like him; I like him for the same reasons. He’s smart and thinks well on his feet, but he seems a little unstable. I don’t want him getting hurt.”
