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Authors: Brandon Mull

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Grandpa scowled, pounding a fist into his palm. “I can’t believe I lost the register. They’ve used it to lock us in.”

 

“And they could let anybody they want into Fablehaven now,” Kendra said.

 

“If they so choose,” Grandpa said. “I expect Vanessa had it right. The Society is finished with Fablehaven. They have no idea that a second artifact may be hidden here. Nobody will be coming in. The Sphinx simply wants this preserve to self-destruct.”

 

“What do we do?” Seth asked.

 

“We retreat to the nearest bastion of relative safety,” Grandpa said. “Hopefully at the pond we can formulate a plan.”

 

“We should have gotten you kids out of here when we had the chance,” Grandma lamented.

 

“We wouldn’t leave you even if we could,” Seth assured her. “We’ll figure out a way to stop this plague.”

 

Grandpa frowned pensively. “Can we get to the tents?”

 

“I think so,” Dale said. “They’re in the garage.”

 

“What else should we bring?” Grandpa asked.

 

“I have extra flash powder from the attic and my crossbow,” Grandma said.

 

“Tanu’s potions are all over his room, attached to traps,” Warren said. “I’ll try to retrieve some.”

 

“While you’re up there, see if you can grab a picture of Patton,” Kendra said. “We need bait for Lena.”

 

“Good idea,” Grandpa said.

 

“What about Mendigo?” Seth asked, nodding toward the corner of the room where the limberjack’s torso dangled from the ceiling, connected by a network of wires to two crossbows and two small catapults.

 

“Too many pieces to that puzzle,” Grandma said. “We’ll put him back together if we ever get out of this.”

 

“You and the kids stay put,” Grandpa told Grandma. “I’m going to get some provisions from the pantry. Ruth, give Seth some walrus butter.”

 

Seth slapped his forehead. “No wonder I didn’t see any dark fairies in the yard out the window this morning. How come I saw them last night, after sleeping for a while?”

 

“It can be hard to predict at what hour of the night the milk will stop working,” Grandma said. “The only sure way to keep it functioning is to stay awake. We keep a stash of walrus butter in the attic, so we already had our dose for the day.”

 

Seth dipped a finger in the butter she offered and tasted it. “I prefer the milk.”

 

Warren patted Seth on the arm. “When opening the fridge might mean an arrow in your throat, stick with the butter.”

 

“Let’s split up and gather what we need,” Grandpa said. “This house is no longer a reliable shelter. I don’t want to remain here a minute longer than necessary.”

 

Seth squatted on the floor beside Kendra while Warren, Dale, and Grandpa departed. Grandma leaned against the wall. Bristling with spikes and blades and barbs, none of the furniture was fit to hold them.

 

Chapter 16

 

 

Refuge

 

Hugo tromped swiftly across the backyard, hauling the empty cart through hedges and over flower beds, finally backing it up against the deck. Warren opened the back door and leapt from the deck into the cart, scanning the air for fairies, his fists full of flash powder. After a moment he motioned for the others to follow.

 

Grandpa, Grandma, Kendra, Seth, and Dale piled into the cart, each lugging a tent or some sleeping bags. “Hugo, race to the pond as quickly as you’re able,” Grandpa directed.

 

The cart lurched forward, bucking and swaying as Hugo pounded across the yard at a furious pace. Kendra lost her footing, dropping to her knees. She dug a handful of flash powder out of the bag Grandma had entrusted to her. The others got powder ready as well, except Dale, who held a net in one hand, a compound bow in the other, and had a quiver of arrows slung over one shoulder.

 

They rumbled across the yard without seeing any fairies, then Hugo charged down a dirt road. Kendra knew that the entrance to the pond was not very far. She was beginning to hope they might reach their destination without encountering any resistance when a group of dark fairies swarmed into view up ahead.

 

“Right in front of us,” Grandpa said.

 

“I see them,” Dale said.

 

“Wait until they get close,” Warren warned. “At this speed the powder won’t hang in the air to protect us. We need direct hits.”

 

The fairies fanned out and swooped at the cart from all directions. Standing at the front of the cart, Grandpa hurled his powder forward, spreading it wide. Some of the incoming fairies veered away as light flashed and sparks sizzled. Kendra flung her handful of glittery silver dust. Electricity crackled, zapping fairies from the air as they came into contact with the volatile substance.

 

Hugo raced onward, swerving periodically to help avoid the darting fairies. Dark fairies squealed as more handfuls of powder were thrown. The fairies fired shadowy streaks at the cart. Blinding flashes flared whenever the dark energy struck the powder.

 

The tall hedge enclosing the pond came into view. A footpath diverged from the road and led through a gap in the hedge. Three dark satyrs guarded the entrance to the pond, their heads as goatlike as their legs.

 

Dale swung his net to bat away fairies. A tight formation of shadowy fairies whizzed toward them from the side, but Grandma fried them with powder.

 

“Hugo, ram through the satyrs!” Grandpa shouted.

 

Hugo lowered his head and dashed for the entrance. Two of the satyrs grabbed the third and launched him acrobatically into the air, then sprang out of the path of the oncoming golem. The airborne satyr soared over Hugo, furry arms outstretched, teeth bared. Warren yanked Grandpa out of the way just in time. The goatman landed nimbly in the bed of the cart an instant before Dale hit him with a flying tackle that sent both of them tumbling over the side.

 

Without an order, Hugo leaped away from the front of the cart, giving the wagon a final push to ensure it would coast through the gap in the hedge. The golem loped toward Dale, who was still rolling on the ground with the goatman. About half the arrows had spilled from the quiver on Dale’s back. The two other dark satyrs rushed at Hugo from either side. Without breaking stride, the golem made a motion like an umpire calling a runner safe, simultaneously backhanding both assailants and sending them cartwheeling through the weeds.

 

Dale managed to roll free from the goatman and was scrambling to his feet when Hugo seized the dark satyr by one arm, hoisted him high, and punted the snarling fiend halfway to the main road. Cradling Dale, Hugo ran past the hedge and into the meadow surrounding the pond.

 

Kendra cheered along with the others as the cart coasted to a stop. Dozens of dark fairies flew to different points along the hedge, hovering above it, but none crossed over. The tainted satyrs rose and stood at the gap in the hedge snarling in frustrated fury. Hugo gently set Dale on his feet. Dale looked shaken, his clothes torn and smudged with dirt, one elbow scraped and bleeding.

 

“Nice work, big brother,” Warren said, vaulting down from the cart. He started examining Dale. “The brute didn’t bite you, did he?”

 

Dale shook his head. Warren embraced him.

 

Grandpa climbed down from the cart and began inspecting Hugo, studying the splotches where the fairies had discolored him with their dark energy.

 

“Way to go, Hugo!” Seth cheered.

 

“Quick thinking, Hugo,” Grandpa approved.

 

The golem gave a gaping, craggy smile.

 

“Will he be all right?” Seth asked.

 

“Much of the dirt and stone composing Hugo is temporary,” Grandpa said. “He sheds and gains soil all the time. As you’ve seen, he can even gradually regrow a limb. The plague would have to work in deep to affect him.”

 

As Grandpa spoke, Hugo brushed away the discolored soil, leaving his body unmarked.

 

From her elevated position in the cart, Kendra surveyed the scene. The pond looked the same as she remembered, enclosed by a whitewashed wooden boardwalk connecting twelve elaborate gazebos. The interiors of the hedges were meticulously trimmed, and the lawn of the meadow appeared freshly clipped.

 

But the familiarity ended there. The parklike clearing around the pond had never been nearly so crowded. Fairies fluttered everywhere, hundreds of them, in all shades and varieties. Exotic birds perched in the trees above the pond, including a few golden owls with human faces. Satyrs romped on the boardwalk and in the gazebos, hooves clacking against wooden planks as they chased merry maidens who looked no older than high school seniors. Off to one side of the pond was a tidy encampment of short, stocky men and women in homespun clothing. On the other side several tall, graceful women stood conversing, dressed in flowing robes that reminded Kendra of foliage. In a far corner of the field, right up against the hedge, Kendra observed a pair of centaurs staring back at her.

 

“Seth, Stan, Kendra!” yelled a jovial voice. “Glad you dropped in!”

 

Kendra turned and saw Doren gamboling toward the cart, followed by an unfamiliar satyr whose wooly white legs had brown spots.

 

“Doren!” Seth cried, leaping from the cart. “I’m so glad you outran Newel!”

 

“I led him on an epic chase,” Doren bragged, beaming. “Sharp turns saved me. He got bigger, but wasn’t quite as fleet. Tenacious, though. If I hadn’t thought to come here, he would have snared me in the end.”

 

Kendra climbed down from the cart.

 

The satyr with the white legs elbowed Doren.

 

“This is Verl,” Doren said.

 

Verl took Kendra’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Enchanted,” he simpered in a smarmy voice, wearing a ridiculous half-grin. He had stubby horns and a childish face.

 

Doren punched Verl on the shoulder. “She’s off limits, you blockhead! Caretaker’s granddaughter.”

 

“I could be your caretaker,” Verl persisted, limply retaining her hand.

 

“Why don’t you take a swim, Verl,” Doren said, ushering him away several steps before returning. Kendra ignored Verl when he turned and winked at her, fluttering his fingers. “Don’t mind Verl,” Doren told her. “He’s a little intoxicated by all these nymphs trapped in the same space as him. They normally won’t come within shouting distance. The guy makes a career out of striking out.”

 

“I can’t believe how many creatures are here,” Seth said.

 

Kendra followed his gaze to where a group of shaggy, tawny, monkeylike creatures were leaping acrobatically along the top of a gazebo. Each seemed to have a few extra arms or legs.

 

“Not many safe places left,” Doren said. “Even some of the nipsies found shelter here—the only ones who didn’t go dark, not quite half a kingdom. They’re erecting a village underneath one of the gazebos. They work fast.”

 

“Who are those tall women over there?” Kendra asked.

 

“Those stately ladies are the dryads. Wood nymphs. More approachable than the water nymphs, but not nearly as lively as the hamadryads, who love to flirt.”

 

“What are hamadryads?” Seth asked.

 

“Dryads are beings of the forest as a whole. Hamadryads are linked to individual trees. The hamadryads are the more spirited girls you see socializing with the satyrs among the pavilions.”

 

“Can you introduce me to a centaur?” Seth asked.

 

“You’d have better luck introducing yourself,” Doren replied sourly. “Centaurs are very self-important. They’ve adopted the notion that satyrs are frivolous. Apparently having a bit of fun on occasion renders us unfit for fellowship. But be my guest, go say hello, maybe you can join them in standing around glaring at everyone.”

 

“Are those little people dwarfs?” Kendra asked.

 

“They’re none too happy about being driven above ground. But any port in a storm. All sorts have sought shelter here. We even had a few brownies turn up, which can’t bode well for you.”

 

“We lost control of the house,” Seth said. “Evil brownies snagged the register.”

 

Doren shook his head sadly. “Some situations have a nasty way of going from bad to worse.”

 

“Doren,” Grandpa said, approaching from one side, “how are you holding up? I really am very sorry about Newel.”

 

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