JAMES POTTER AND THE VAULT OF DESTINIES

most recent endeavors. Unfortunately, my interviews with the professor over the previous two days revealed very little useful information. There are only two details worth remembering. The first was his riddle regarding how he learned to open the Nexus Curtain. He told me, and I quote…'

       Franklyn paused again and retrieved another parchment from the table next to him. He studied it closely, adjusting his spectacles. James noticed that the woman's boot was sitting in the darkness beneath the table, leaning against one of the chair's thin spindly legs.

       'And I quote,' Franklyn went on, putting his quill to the parchment before him, ''The truth walked the halls of Erebus Castle. It was there all along, for anyone to see.' I myself have walked those halls for well over a century, and have not met anyone or anything that spoke of the paths of the Nexus Curtain. If there is any truth in Magnussen's claim, then it is carefully hidden and will require further study.'

       James turned to Zane, his eyes widening. 'Erebus Castle is the home of Vampire House, right?' he whispered.

       Zane nodded. 'We can get in and explore around a bit, if Lucy lets us.'

       'Shh,' Ralph hissed, leaning closer to the ghostly vision of Benjamin Franklyn.

       'The second detail is, I fear, an even more obscure riddle. When asked where the Nexus Curtain was, Magnussen only smiled and said nothing. This, of course, is the detail which concerns me most since if what the professor claims is true, then he has succeeded in breaching the divide into the World Between the Worlds. I fear less the dimensional instabilities that might be created by such a rift. More, I fear what may come through into our own dimension from those beyond. My entreaties to Magnussen—that the boundaries between the worlds are there for good reason, to establish barriers between incompatible realities—fell entirely upon deaf ears. Finally, however, late last night, Professor Magnussen gave me an answer to my question, although I suspect that it is as useless as anything that might be provided by his damned Octosphere. When pressed about the location of the Nexus Curtain, he finally smiled and told me,' here, Franklyn made a weary but passable imitation of Magnussen's accent, ''It lies within the eyes of Rowbitz.''

       He paused once more, rereading what he had written. With a sigh, he began to write again.

       'The riddle is intentionally misleading and probably hopelessly obscure, and yet I know the professor well enough to know that he would not merely lie. He is too arrogant not to have offered up a valid clue, even if it would be impossible to solve. In time, I will study both of these quotes, in the hopes of finding the Nexus Curtain, and closing it forever. For now, however, I find that my duties must revolve around the more immediate concerns of calming the school and explaining myself to Arbiter Douglas Treete. I have failed in my duties… in more ways than one.'

       Franklyn sighed deeply, put down his quill, and carefully folded the parchment he had written upon. When he was done, he retrieved the small boot from the floor next to him, slipped the folded parchment into it, and then tapped the boot with his wand.

       The vision evaporated in a puff of dry smoke, returning the Hall of the Disrecorder to its normal dimness.

       Immediately, Zane tucked the skull under his arm, turned around, and reached for the old boot that sat atop the stone pedestal. He peered inside it.

       'It's still there!' he said, smiling. 'Franklyn's old note! Parchment feels like it'll crumble to bits if I pull it out, though. Cheshire and the catalog crew probably would have preserved it somehow if they'd known it was there.'

       'The Nexus Curtain lies within the eyes of Rowbitz,' Ralph said thoughtfully. 'Any ideas who Rowbitz is?'

       Zane scrunched his face up with concentration. 'It rings a bell, actually. I'll see what I can find out.'

       'And we can ask Lucy about letting us look around the halls of Erebus Castle,' James added. 'We have two clues to go on. Not bad.'

       'Wait a minute,' Ralph said, shaking his head. 'If these clues were solvable, don't you think that Chancellor Franklyn would have figured them out by now?'

       Zane glanced at Ralph, thinking. 'How do we know he didn't?'

       'What do you mean?' James asked.

       'Well, it wouldn't be the first time somebody had discovered some terrible secret and then just sat on it. You heard him in the vision. Even if he did find out the secrets of the Nexus Curtain, it wasn't like he wanted to go out and share it with the world. He just wanted to shut it down or guard it, so nothing could get through from either side.'

       'Including us, maybe?' Ralph said, raising his eyebrows.

       James shook his head. 'Maybe, but I doubt it. If Franklyn had figured out the truth of the Nexus Curtain, I think he'd have told us when we asked him about it. I mean, he obviously doesn't want anyone snooping around about it, right? If he'd found it and shut it down, he'd just say so.'

       Ralph frowned. 'Why?'

       'Because,' Zane answered, 'we're just a bunch of curious kids, right? If he could have killed the mystery for us by telling us that he'd already found the Nexus Curtain and closed it for good, then there'd be nothing left for us to be curious about. Set and spike. Good one, James.'

       Ralph picked up the boot again. 'Let's take the relics back down to the restricted section and get out of here. I've had enough creepy mystery for now.'

       Zane nodded. 'Come on, then. We still have time to look up this Rowbitz dude tonight.'

'I'll just wait up here, if you don't mind,' James announced, shuffling his feet a little.

       Zane glanced back, one eyebrow raised. 'Sure, all right. What's the matter? You still hinky about Patches hiding out in the shelves?'

       James shook his head. 'No. I just… there's only the two relics. You guys don't really need me. Hurry back, all right?'

       Ralph nodded. 'The sooner the better. Come on.'

       A moment later, the door to the Archive's lower levels eased shut, leaving James alone in the hall of the Disrecorder.

       He waited for a moment, listening intently, and then, when he was sure that Ralph and Zane had begun their descent to the restricted area, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans.

       He'd been carrying Petra's dream story around in his pocket for days, folded into its seamless packet and encased in a plastic bag that he'd found in the kitchen of Apollo Mansion. He didn't know for sure why he had started keeping it with him, except that it seemed safer, somehow. He held the plastic bag gingerly between his thumb and forefinger and turned toward the Disrecorder.

       The idea had come to him while they'd been watching the vision of Franklyn. The Disrecorder was only supposed to work on objects that had been especially enchanted, of course, but James couldn't help wondering. Ever since he had saved Petra's life on the back the Gwyndemere, the dream story had become too magical for him to touch directly. Perhaps, however, it was just magical enough to trigger something in the Disrecorder, something James could make sense of. James couldn't guess why Petra and her dream story seemed to possess such strange magical intensity, but he meant to find out. Even if it meant that he was, essentially, spying on her dreams. Gingerly, he tipped the plastic bag upside down over the stone bowl.

       The parchment packet tumbled out and fell into the bowl with a tiny thump.

       A gust of dry wind pushed past James suddenly, whipping his hair and forcing him to squint. He turned around on the spot, and dull brightness filled his vision. He was in daylight, standing atop a grassy plateau. The hall of the Archive had completely vanished. Even the stone pedestal of the Disrecorder itself was gone. This, James