on him and he had been true to their trust. He had risen to what was his duty and discharged it well. If not for the clocks, then who knew what could have happened? Perhaps there might be some way to go back, despite what the djinn had said, after Phoebe was safely home-go back and rescue those that had put their lives in his hands without questioning that he would respond in return.
'It is worse than the desert,' Kestrel heard Phoebe say as she rose and came to his side. Her depressing lethargy seemed to have vanished. Even with the unsure footing of the small boat, there was confidence in her tread. 'Look, Kestrel, there is nothing in sight. In the realm of reticulates, we arrived at an oasis where we could eat and drink.' She looked at him intently and smiled. 'It is worse than the desert and I do not care.'
Kestrel looked out over the gunwale and blinked at what he saw. They were at sea with no sight of land on the horizon. Kestrel whirled to look in other directions, but there was little difference. The only feature was a thin line in the distance, separating ocean from sky.
He glanced down the length of the long boat, but, except for Nimbia and Astron, he saw that the hull was bare. They had no sails, oars, food, or water. Near his feet, the last ember of the dying fire cooled to a soggy gray. Evidently they did have at least one leak.
Kestrel put his arm around Phoebe and attempted a brave smile. She smiled back and drew closer. 'At least, this part is better than the last few moves,' she said. 'You hardly touched me when we were separated from the others.'
Kestrel started to explain what had happened, but thought better of it. There would be time enough for that later, after they had reached safety. 'How big a fire do you need to summon the djinn again?' he asked, waving at the charred splints at his feet. 'Evidently in this place a blaze in a small wooden boat is not something totally bizarre.'
'No, do not struggle with a demon now.' Astron suddenly shook his head from where he was trying to stand near the stern. 'Something is not right about the summoning. There is too much risk.'
'What do you mean?' Phoebe said. 'I have brought forth Camonel before and I can do it again. Do not worry, Astron. I have my full confidence now. Kestrel had faith in me and that was enough.'
'I do not question the power in your craft,' Astron said. 'It is the words of the djinn that give me the suspicion. You have taught me, Kestrel, to look beyond the words to the meaning behind.' The demon paused and wrinkled his nose. 'How do we know that it was truly Palodad speaking through the mouth of Camonel? The one who reckons is a recluse, more concerned with the flipping of the imps in his own domain than delving into the working of other realms. He wants the harebell pollen grains as part of a bargain, it is true, but the insistence that I must accompany their delivery seems out of place.'
'I do not know the workings of your kind.' Kestrel shook his head. 'So I cannot speak to how well your conjecture hits the mark. But if not this Palodad, then who else would speak through the flame?'
'Gaspar,' Astron said. 'He is the one who stands to lose, if we are successful in our quest. Without the pollen, we cannot expect any more of Palodad's aid. He is the one who is tracking down all those with allegiance to the prince he wishes to destroy-the one who would want my return far more than any other.
'And even though Phoebe controlled Camonel to effect our rescue, the djinn is free to act in matters that she does not explicitly proscribe.'
'From what you have told me of Gaspar,' Kestrel said, rising to stand, 'it is unlikely he would have the skill for such complex charades. Indeed, you even said that his posing of the riddle was a surprise to your prince.' Kestrel tugged at his chin and looked out over the featureless sea. 'There is also the matter of the outside influence in the realm of reticulates. Given the confining nature of the protocols, what would start the barter with the chronoids in the first place? Why would even the reflectives continue when the unpredictable results from using the engines began to interfere with their plans? Who was responsible for the torrent of exchanges at the end? It is as if there were someone else behind all of this, someone far wiser than Gaspar manipulating him as well as other things.'
'Prydwin!' Nimbia sat up, suddenly alert. 'It all fits together when you think of it. It is his creations that have been coalesced. Although I can think of no reason why he would wish it so, because he knows the details of their creation, no one could cause the merging any better than he. Who else would be concerned about what happens to harebell pollen, if not one of the fey? Suppose that the prince of the lightning djinns did not have a free will of his own, but was under the domination of my kinsman?'
'Yes, Prydwin,' Astron said. 'You may very well be right. Most of my kind have little concern for the workings of other realms. Except for cataloguers such as myself, they dwell instead on instant gratifications that forestall the great monotony. Far more plausible is a being from somewhere else manipulating events for his own personal gain.'
'Then what is our plan?' Phoebe asked. 'Unless I can control a demon, we are marooned here as surely as we were before.'
'Do not misunderstand,' Astron said. 'Despite appearances, we have made progress on our quest. First we learned that it was the realm of the fey in which we must look. There we successfully acquired the pollen grains that Palodad desires.'
'And in the realms of symmetry,' Nimbia cut in, 'we heard Palodad say that their physical design somehow was important to the answer of the riddle.'
'Only if indeed it was Palodad,' Astron said. 'Of that we cannot be certain.' He shook his head. 'No, it is the one who reckons whom we must contact directly to be safe,' he said. 'No intermediary agent will do.'
'Then tell me of his mental signatures,' Phoebe said. 'When we relight the fire, he is the one I will seek.'
Kestrel saw Astron's membranes flick down over his eyes and his nose wrinkle to the side.
'It is not quite that simple,' the demon said after a moment. 'I doubt I could accurately describe the character of Palodad's will. He is old, old even by the standards of my kind and his thoughts-' Astron trailed off and shook his head. 'Mankind would probably call him mad,' he continued, 'and I am not so sure that I do not agree.'
Kestrel saw Astron clench his fist and suppress a slight shudder. 'No, I must be the agent, as we have agreed before. But in light of our suspicions, I must return unaided-return and seek out Palodad directly, rather than rely on the intermediary of any of my kind.'
'Would it not be better to take the pollen with you when you go?' Kestrel reached behind his back and patted his pack. 'With nothing to offer, what would be the motivation for Palodad to aid us any further?'
'I cannot carry the harebell pollen through the flame, Kestrel,' Astron said, 'at least not in my-my present state. Remember the reason that Elezar directed me to your realm was to secure the aid of mankind to perform the cartage. Even the most powerful of djinns has difficulty with objects that do not possess minds of their own.'
'Then clasp me somehow to you,' Kestrel said. He looked at Phoebe and smiled. 'I have already experienced three realms other than my own in aiding in the adventures of a wizard. One more can hardly make any difference.'
'I am not a mighty djinn.' Astron shook his head. 'Although I require the flame of anvilwood and not simple pine or fir to pass between the realms, skills in weaving or transportation I have none. We must somehow find the tree most similar in this realm so that I can return alone.'
Kestrel thought for a moment and then looked at Astron intently. 'How can you be sure?' he asked. 'With so many fetters of logic about your stembrain, how can you be sure?'
'Fetters? What do you mean?'
'And how can you know the inner thoughts of a demon.' Phoebe laughed. 'Even the best of wizards can only guess.'
Kestrel started to answer, but then shrugged. A crooked smile came to his face. 'It does not really matter,' he said with a wave of his arm. 'I doubt we will be able to find the proper wood surrounded by-'
Kestrel stopped and stared out over his outflung hand. Between the bobs of the waves, he thought he caught sight of a mast and sail just at the horizon. Impulsively, he began to wave his arms. 'Look,' he shouted. 'Look to port. It is a ship, a large ship, sailing our way -what luck, what incredible luck indeed.'
His feelings flipped with a suddenness that made him giddy. He pulled Phoebe close and gave her a hug. 'I have sampled enough of what you are like, demon.' He laughed. 'Sampled enough from a fresh perspective that I have seen parts that even you are unaware of. But first let us attend to our safety in one realm before we take on the challenges of another.'
'Over there on the starboard.' Nimbia suddenly pointed. 'There is one-no, two more, in addition to the
