Fablehaven: The Complete Series (126 page)

Chapter 19

Duel

Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field. Only a few steps behind, Doren went airborne and slammed into the heavyset satyr. Together they pitched violently forward into the grass, staining their skin green.

Doren rose swiftly and started after a petite hamadryad with short, feathery hair. Rondus lunged at a small, thin satyr, wrapping his legs together in a savage embrace. The small satyr toppled with a yelp.

Kendra sat on a wicker chair in a nearby gazebo watching the game of tackle tag. Each new individual tackled became a tackler until the last participant was brought down. The last person tackled became the first tackler of the next round.

The agile hamadryad twirled away from Doren several times, but he stayed doggedly after her until he finally got a hand on her waist, scooped her into his arms, and set her on the grass. The satyrs tackled each other as if causing injuries were the point of the game, but they treated the hamadryads more gently. The hamadryads quietly returned the favor by allowing themselves to be caught. Having seen the hamadryads in action earlier that day, Kendra knew that the satyrs would never have been able to lay a hand on them unless the nymphs only evaded them halfheartedly.

Kendra most enjoyed watching the hamadryads take down the satyrs. The nymphs never dove at them or wrapped them up. They knocked satyrs to the turf with perfectly timed shoves and nudges, or else by tripping them. What the satyrs made look hard, the hamadryads made look effortless.

The frenetic game helped distract Kendra from her worries. What if nobody returned from the excursion to the manor? What if her friends and family had all been transformed into shadows that she lacked the ability to see? How long would it be before she followed?

“Why not join in this round?” Doren asked, calling up to the gazebo from the grass below.

“I’m not big on tackling,” Kendra said. “I prefer watching.”

“It isn’t as rough as it looks,” Doren said. “At least it wouldn’t be for you.”

At that moment, Hugo loped through the gap in the hedge across the field, ramming dark satyrs aside, holding Seth high in one hand and a stranger in the other. Once inside the field, Hugo slowed.

“Well, pluck out my horns and call me a lamb,” Doren murmured. “Patton Burgess.”

“Patton Burgess?” Kendra asked.

“Come on,” the satyr said, already running across the grass.

Kendra vaulted the gazebo railing and took off after Doren. Where was the cart? Where were Grandma and Grandpa? Warren and Dale? How was it possible that Patton Burgess was with Hugo and Seth?

The golem set Patton and Seth on the ground. Patton smoothed his suspenders and adjusted his sleeves.

“Patton Burgess!” Doren exclaimed. “Back from the grave! Should have known you’d turn up again sooner or later.”

“Glad to see you aren’t mangy and snarling,” Patton said with a smile. “I was grieved to hear about Newel. And you must be Kendra.”

Kendra stopped in front of him, a little winded by her run. He looked familiar because of his photographs, but they did not quite do him justice. “It’s really you. I’ve read your journals.”

“Then you have an advantage over me,” Patton said. “I look forward to getting acquainted.”

Kendra looked to Seth. “What about the others?”

“Shadows,” Seth answered.

Kendra hid her eyes in her hands. The last thing she wanted to do was burst into tears in front of Patton.

“The creature at the manor was the lady outside our window on Midsummer Eve,” Seth continued. “The shadow lady who helped Muriel and Bahumat. She’s the source of the plague.”

“There is no shame in sorrow, Kendra,” Patton said.

Kendra lifted her damp eyes. “Where did you come from?”

Glancing at Doren, Patton hefted the golden sphere. “The object at the manor let me travel here temporarily.”

Kendra nodded, realizing that he didn’t want to elaborate about the artifact in front of the satyr.

Approaching hoofbeats made all of them turn. Cloudwing cantered over to them, pounding to a stop in front of Seth. The centaur stared at Patton, then inclined his head slightly. “Patton Burgess. How have you exceeded your life span?”

“We all have our little secrets,” Patton said.

Cloudwing shifted his gaze to Seth. “Broadhoof sends congratulations on your safe return. He wishes to remind you of your engagement on the morrow.”

“I remember,” Seth said.

“What engagement?” Patton interjected.

“Seth must answer for his egregious insults,” Cloudwing said.

“A duel?” Patton exclaimed. “A centaur against a child! This is low, even for Broadhoof.”

“I witnessed the exchange,” Cloudwing said. “Broadhoof provided the young human several opportunities for clemency.”

“I insist upon having words with Broadhoof,” Patton said.

“I am sure he will oblige,” Cloudwing answered. The centaur cantered away.

“He treated you politely,” Seth marveled.

“He has good reason to do so,” Patton replied. “I recently gave the centaurs of Fablehaven their most prized possession. Well, recently for me—a long time ago for you. Tell me about this duel.”

Seth glanced at Kendra. “When we left for the manor this morning, a bunch of the creatures here ran out past the hedge as a distraction, so Hugo could get away with us in the cart. We wanted the centaurs to lead the charge, so Kendra and I begged them. When they turned us down, I basically called them cowards.”

Patton winced. “The only words a centaur hears are insults. Go on.”

“They tried to get him to take it back but he kept antagonizing them,” Kendra said.

“Finally I agreed to a duel if they would lead the charge,” Seth said.

“And they led the charge?” Patton asked.

“They did a good job,” Kendra confirmed.

Broadhoof and Cloudwing were galloping toward them. Patton whistled softly. “You deliberately insulted Broadhoof, he challenged you, you agreed on conditions, and he met the conditions.”

“Right,” Seth said.

“Then Cloudwing has it right. You owe Broadhoof a fight.”

The centaurs halted in front of Patton. “Greetings, Patton Burgess,” Broadhoof said, dipping his head.

“I understand you intend to seek satisfaction against a youngster,” Patton said.

“His impudence was flagrant,” Broadhoof replied. “We covenanted to resolve the matter tomorrow at dawn.”

“The boy filled in the particulars,” Patton said. “I can imagine how your reluctance to assist with their diversion would have appeared an act of cowardice to such youthful eyes.”

“With respect, you have no cause to intervene here,” Broadhoof said.

“I am asking you to pardon the boy,” Patton said. “He may have been mistaken about your motives, perceiving indifference as cowardice, but his intentions were laudable. I fail to see what shedding his blood will resolve.”

“We helped with the charade as requested in tribute to his courageous intentions,” Cloudwing replied. “In so doing, we fulfilled our portion of the compact. The injuries to Broadhoof must not go unavenged.”

“Injuries?” Patton asked Broadhoof. “Is your self-worth so fragile? Was the humiliation public?”

“I was present,” Cloudwing said, “as was the sister.”

“We have a binding arrangement,” Broadhoof declared with finality.

“Then I suppose we will require an arrangement of our own,” Patton said. “From where I stand, Broadhoof, your willingness to engage a child in a duel, whatever the provocation, is a sure mark of cowardice. So now a grown man is calling you a coward in front of your friend, a boy, a girl, and a satyr. Furthermore, I perceive your indifference as a greater fault than your cowardice, and condemn your entire race as a tragic waste of potential.” Patton folded his arms.

“Recant your words,” Broadhoof warned grimly. “My quarrel is not with you.”

“Wrong. Your quarrel is with me. Not tomorrow, or the day after, but now. I personally assume whatever blame you assigned to this boy, I support and restate every insult he uttered, and I offer the following terms. We duel. Now. If you kill me, the matter of the boy is settled. If I best you, the matter of the boy is settled. Either way, all debts end up paid. And you get the opportunity to resolve this with a man instead of through a senseless mockery.”

“A mockery?” Seth asked, sounding offended.

“Not now,” Patton muttered out of the side of his mouth.

“Very well,” Broadhoof said. “Without forgetting the good you have done for my kind, I acknowledge your challenge, Patton Burgess. Slaying you will bring me no joy, but I will consider all debts to my honor paid.”

“I requested the duel,” Patton said. “Choose your weapon.”

Broadhoof hesitated. He consulted briefly with Cloudwing. “No weapons.”

Patton nodded. “Boundaries?”

“Within the hedge,” Broadhoof said. “Excluding the woodwork and the pond.”

Patton surveyed the area. “You want some room to run. I can live with that. I am sure you will forgive me if I fail to make use of all the space provided.”

“We must clear the field,” Cloudwing said.

Patton looked at Doren. “Get the dwarfs to move up onto the boardwalk. And strike these tents.”

“You got it, Patton.” Doren ran off.

“When the field is clear,” Cloudwing said, “I will signal the commencement of combat.”

Broadhoof and Cloudwing cantered away.

“Can you take him?” Seth asked.

“I’ve never tested myself against a centaur in mortal combat,” Patton admitted. “But I was unwilling to discover whether you would have survived. In this predicament, we had a single certitude—mercy would not have come to your rescue. Centaurs have let important wars pass them by without lending a hand, but insult their honor, and they fight to the death.”

“But if you die, you won’t be able to return to your own time!” Seth exclaimed. “History will be changed!”

“I’m not aiming to lose,” Patton said. “And if I do, at this point in time, my life is over and done with—I don’t feature how what happens now can change what already happened.”

“Because if you don’t return, what already happened will never happen!” Seth cried.

Patton shrugged. “Maybe. Too late to back out now. Guess I better focus on winning. When jumping is the sole option . . .”

“ . . . you jump,” Seth finished.

“Kendra,” Patton said, “I suppose you have been told that you shine like an angel.”

“By fairies,” Kendra said.

“Does your brother know?”

“Yes.”

“You are more than fairystruck. Could you be fairykind?”

“It’s supposed to be a secret,” she said.

“Would be for most eyes,” Patton said. “And I thought being fairystruck was an accomplishment! Seth, never let your opinion of yourself get inflated. There is always somebody out there to humble you!”

“You were fairystruck?” Kendra asked.

“One of my little secrets,” Patton said. “We will have much to catch up on if I live through this.”

A group of satyrs had already struck Kendra’s tent. Another was tearing down the big one. A huge team of them had invaded the dwarfish encampment.

“I’ve never seen the satyrs work so hard,” Kendra remarked.

“They will do almost anything for sport,” Patton said. “The field will be clear in no time. You had better go find a place to watch.”

“Why didn’t Broadhoof want to use his sword?” Seth asked.