Page 62 of The Guardians of Dreamdark
“Fade?” Talon repeated weakly. He glanced at the bobbin and saw it had almost run out.That would put an end to it, he thought, but when the tail end of the thread disappeared into the weave...with no spidersilk binding them, no physical substance at all...the spells kept right on going. Magpie’s wings were knitting themselves, and perfectly. As fast as her thoughts moved, the spells moved, caught in the flow of some strong magic like leaves in a river, pulled inexorably along.
And that wasn’t all.
Talon suddenly felt himself lose contact with the floor. He was lifted gently so his feet hung just above it, and he grabbed at the mantel in surprise. He saw Orchidspike clutching the arms of her rocker and the crows treading air with their wing tips as they all floated, helpless and wide-eyed. Magpie, too, was hovering above her chair, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“And its eyes,” she said excitedly. “No snag has eyes like that, like the Djinns’ eyes!”
All around the castle, from the biddies to the stable sprouts to the ink-faced warriors on the ramparts, feet floated off the floor, and a collective gasp went up every corridor and down every winding stair.
Magpie had forgotten the healing entirely now, and even as the last spells shimmied along the crisp new edge of her dragonfly wings, she rose into the air on them. “The fire that burns its bellows can only turn to ash, he said to the Vritra...and...hewas the bellows! The Blackbringer’s no snag! He might be the Astaroth’s final plague, but the Astaroth didn’tmakethe Blackbringer...the Astarothisthe Blackbringer!”
Still hanging in the air bewildered, Talon asked, “What’s the Astaroth?”
Magpie whirled to face him. Her eyes were alight with revelation. “He’s the worst thing that ever was.” So enthralled had she been in her thoughts, Magpie didn’t feel the impact of them until she heard herself speak those words. Suddenly she paled. Talon’s feet dropped back onto the floor, and Orchidspike’s rocker settled with a thud. “The Astaroth...” Magpiewhispered. A look of slow horror spread over her face. “Jacksmoke, the skiving Astaroth...”
It all made so much sense now, so much dreadful sense. The Djinn hadn’t killed him. They had translated him, somehow, into that thing of darkness. They had robbed him of his element. And he had returned for vengeance.Hewas the shadow that stalked the Magruwen’s dreams. “I got to go see the Magruwen again,” she whispered.
She turned to Orchidspike and said a distracted,Thank you, Lady, but the healer was too flabbergasted to respond. “And Talon...thank you for the idea.” Even in her daze, their eyes caught for a moment, and both felt the air pulse faster around them. Magpie turned to the window, stepped up onto the ledge, and launched herself out. Talon saw her begin to fall in a graceful arc, and he felt his heart catch in his throat, thinking sure her wings weren’t ready, weren’t healed yet—they couldn’t be, after all, it was impossible—but then she flicked them sharply and was propelled forward like a loosed arrow, and he remembered,What do I know of impossible?
“Come on, feathers!” she called back, and the crows roused themselves from their own stunned stupor and squeezed one by one out the window after her.
Talon and Orchidspike turned to each other. Their looks said,How? What?but before they could speak, Nettle and Orion charged through the doorway.
“Talon!” Nettle cried. “Did you feel that magic? The devil—”
“Nay,” Talon said hastily. “It wasn’t. It was the lass.”
“What? How?” Nettle looked around the room. “Where’ve they all gone?”
“To the Magruwen...”
“The Magruwen?” Orion gaped.
Talon went to the window. He had a strange look on his face when he turned to them and said, “And I’m going to follow them.”
Nettle and Orion looked at him like he was crazy. “Talon...” his sister began, “how? Sure they’re flying...”
He reached deep into his pocket, pulled out a wadded bit of stuff, and shook it. It fell open shining and much larger than it had seemed at first glance, and Nettle and Orion watched perplexed as Talon stepped into it, one foot at a time. “Prince, is that a...stocking?” Orion asked with a look of dismay.
Talon didn’t answer. He pulled the gauzy stuff over his head, and was Talon no more.
Nettle gasped. Orion stared.
A falcon hopped onto the window ledge and glided off into the forest.
CHAPTER THIRTY
“Ye going to tell the Magruwen who ye are?” Calypso asked Magpie as they flew above the treetops.
Magpie snorted. “Who I am? I’m flummoxed if I know that myself! Some skinful of secrets is what. But you were in on it all along, neh?” She fixed him with a glare. “For shame, blackbird! You owe me a hundred years of secrets!”
“The imp made me swear!” he protested. “Just doing my part, trying to grow ye up right. Besides, I only know what Snoshti told me.”
“Which was what?”
“Not the half of it, I reckon. I know my old dad, Dizzy, blessed ye himself here in Dreamdark when ye were wee. He gave ye a thief’s iron nerves and fast fingers! And all those creatures who came to see ye were sure ye’d grow up some kind of special. I tell ye, the creatures might’ve had no magic to lose, but they had to watch the faeries dither theirs away, and we all suffer for it, neh? When the imps started telling how there’d be a faerie born to take things back to how they used to be, the creatures were mad keen on it and kept their eyes peeled for ye.”
“Take things back...?” Magpie repeated. “How am I supposed to do that? There’s no turning back time! The world’s different now. There’s humans...”
