Fablehaven: The Complete Series (148 page)

“You want some bacon or something?”

He hesitated. “I couldn’t take your food.”

“Have a strip. And some sausage, too. How am I supposed to eat all that?”

“Personally, I’d use the toast to make a breakfast sandwich. If you’re willing to part with a strip and a link, I’ll call it my tip.” Cody placed some bacon and sausage on a napkin and exited the room. She heard the lock reengage.

Kendra sat at the desk. Molten cheese glued chunks of ham to the fluffy eggs. The sausages glistened with grease but tasted good, and the bacon had a pleasant crunch. As she was sipping some juice, the door unlocked and Torina entered, wearing a flirtatious sundress and sandals.

“He’s here,” she announced, girlishly flustered. “Did you sleep in those clothes? Really, Kendra, we need to get you washed up and presentable.” There was an edge of excitement to her expression and voice, as if she were about to greet her favorite rock star.

“Is he really going to care what I’m wearing?” Kendra replied, munching on a bite of toast.

“I care,” Torina said. “How’s breakfast? I made it for you.”

“I’ll be sure to let the Sphinx know how domestic you are.”

“I am going to miss the music of your sarcasm,” Torina pouted. “Done eating?”

“You didn’t give me much time.”

“He’s early.”

“Why don’t we skip the shower?”

Torina giggled nervously. “Seriously, come now, or I’ll have Jameson scrub you down.”

Kendra drained the last of her juice. “You win.” She stole a final bite of toast as she rose and followed Torina down to the lavish bathroom. Soon she stood under a warm spray, wondering how the upcoming encounter would play out. She had not seen the Sphinx since he had hidden behind a mask at a Knights of the Dawn gathering the previous summer. Now that he had been exposed as an enemy, what would he do with her?

She tried not to dwell on the possibilities. Worrying would just leave her rattled. She needed to relax and stay ready to deal with whatever problems actually materialized.

After finishing her shower and toweling off, Kendra put on the black slacks and blouse that Torina had laid out for her. In the mirror, the outfit actually looked pretty cute. She returned to Torina’s room, and the blond lectoblix insisted that Kendra let her style her hair. Kendra reluctantly sat in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror while Torina added some curl.

“What do you think?” Torina asked at last, adding a final squirt of hair spray.

Kendra swiveled her head from side to side. The end result actually looked fabulous. “Guess I’m ready for my date.”

“I’m glad you can still joke. You have now officially passed my inspection. Shall we?”

Kendra followed Torina down the stairs to the main level. On her way to the rear of the house, Kendra became peripherally aware of a group of adults conversing in the living room, but her focus remained on where Torina was heading. Stopping in front of a heavy wooden door, Torina rapped twice, then opened it, favoring Kendra with a sugary smile that silently conveyed,
you are no longer my problem.

When Kendra entered the study, the Sphinx rose to greet her. The last time she had seen him unmasked had been outside the Quiet Box at Fablehaven. He was dressed simply, his maroon shirt untucked over dress pants, his feet bare. Short, beaded dreadlocks framed his ageless face. Dimly, Kendra heard the door shut behind her.

The Sphinx took her hand, clasping it affectionately in both of his. “I am so happy to see you again, Kendra,” he said, his voice mellow, the accent prompting Kendra to envision tropical islands. The greeting was so warm and gentle that she almost found herself relaxing.

“I wish I could say the same,” Kendra responded cautiously, removing her hand from his grasp.

“Please,” he said, motioning to one of two chairs positioned to face each other. They both sat down. “You have ample reason to feel frustrated.”

“You’re a traitor,” Kendra said. “What is it with people pretending to be nice as they hold me prisoner? Torina has the same personality disorder. What do you want with me?”

“I mean you no harm,” the Sphinx replied, unruffled. “I need to have a conversation with you. Cornering you has been a difficult task, now that I have fallen out of favor with your dear ones.”

“You mean since you stole the artifact from Fablehaven, released a demon prince from captivity, torched Lost Mesa, and got Lena killed?”

The Sphinx leaned forward, fathomless eyes intent. “I always admire spirit, Kendra. I do not blame you for perceiving me as your enemy. I am aware of the pain my actions have caused. However, your comments raise a question. Why do you label the prisoner from the Quiet Box a demon prince?”

Kendra silently admonished herself for the outburst. She needed to say as little as possible. The Sphinx had no reason to suspect they knew that the occupant of the Quiet Box before Vanessa had taken residence there had been a demonic dragon named Navarog. Every tidbit that Kendra offered the Sphinx about what she and her family knew could potentially give him an advantage. “No reason.”

He considered her in silence. “Not important,” he finally decided. “How has Torina treated you?”

“She did my hair today. I think she has a crush on you.”

“Did she show you her aquarium?”

“That was actually really cool.”

“Agreed. How is Seth?”

“You tell me,” Kendra said. “Hasn’t the Kendra clone been reporting?”

“Remarkable fruit, the stingbulb. Almost everyone who knows of stingbulbs believes them to be extinct. But having lived many years and visited many places, I know where one stingbulb tree still grows. The tree does not bear many fruit in a year. They must be used within a narrow window of time or they are rendered useless.”

“Is the phony Rex gone?”

“The forms the stingbulbs adopt survive only for a few days. He served his purpose.”

Kendra looked away from the Sphinx’s gaze. “What about the real Rex?”

“I honestly like you, Kendra. Unfortunately, we are on different sides of a heated struggle. You would be surprised if you knew all those who side with me on this issue. The conflict boils down to this: you and those you have aligned yourself with believe that magical creatures should be held captive at all costs, while I believe they should be free. Rex was an unfortunate casualty of that disagreement. There have been many before him, on both sides. He will certainly not be the last.”

“Am I the next?” Kendra wondered.

“I don’t think so,” the Sphinx said. “I hope not. I need to perform an experiment. And I require information from you. Help me find answers to my questions and you will go home. Immediately and unharmed. Some profess to see courage in enduring hardship for a cause. This only makes sense when victory is possible. I have the means to involuntarily extract the required information from you. I see wisdom in graciously accepting the inevitable. Kendra, where is the artifact that was hidden at Lost Mesa?”

His sultry voice invoked a sort of trance, and Kendra found herself on the verge of answering the question. Gripping the arms of her chair, she kept her mouth clamped shut.

“Kendra, I am convinced that you either have the Chronometer or know where it is.”

Kendra closed her eyes. His stare was too penetrating, as if his eyes could bore inside her mind and uncover the truth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You need to share every lead you have regarding the missing artifacts. Give me the information I require, and you will soon go free. Refuse to share the information, and, believe me, Kendra, I will take it.”

Kendra opened her eyes. “There is nothing to take. There was no artifact at Lost Mesa. When I got back to Fablehaven, a demon was trying to destroy the preserve, so we killed him. End of story. Try and take what you want. I have nothing to give.”

The Sphinx watched her closely. A small smile produced a pair of dimples. “You have more to give than you know, Kendra. Allow me to introduce two of my associates.”

The door opened. A chubby man with pink skin and a black pompadour entered the room. An ancient brown lady with wiry gray hair rested her pruned hand on his elbow. Her shabby, homespun shawl contrasted with his pinstriped suit.

“Kendra, I would like you to meet Darius and Nanora,” the Sphinx said.

“Charmed,” Darius sniffed, looking Kendra up and down disapprovingly. Nanora stared silently. Was she drooling? “I understand you are reluctant to share what you know about the artifacts.”

“There is nothing to share.”

“Let me be the judge of that,” Darius said. It seemed like he was trying hard to appear debonair. He laid a thumb beside his temple. Nanora raised her arthritic hands, twisting her fingers into a complex pattern and peering through a gap with one eye. Darius scowled and took a step closer. Nanora took a step back.

Apparently they were trying to read her mind. With all the force she could muster, Kendra mentally transmitted the message, “You are both idiots.”

Darius glanced at the Sphinx, who nodded slightly. “Keep still, Kendra,” the Sphinx said.

“Don’t think about the artifacts,” Darius cooed, leaning forward and placing the tip of one finger against Kendra’s forehead. His eyes squeezed shut. Kendra stared at the thick gold ring on his pudgy pinky. Nanora tottered closer, her gaping mouth revealing a squishy lack of teeth.

“Too bright,” Nanora rasped. Her mouth sounded full of saliva.

Darius stepped away, looking perplexed. “Nothing. You’re right. She would be an interesting candidate.”

“I’m unsurprised,” the Sphinx said. “Have Mr. Lich bring the object.”

“If you want, we could try—”

The Sphinx cut him off by raising one hand.

“Right,” Darius said, withdrawing from the room.

“You have an unsearchable mind, Kendra,” the Sphinx said. “Psychics are not my only recourse to unlock your secrets, just the least tedious.”

“At least they came in on cue without you calling for them,” Kendra said. “That part was sort of impressive.”

Darius returned accompanied by Mr. Lich and a figure in a mask. Mr. Lich reverently carried a small red pillow. A silken square of pink cloth concealed an object on the pillow. The Sphinx gestured at a low table. Darius pulled it between Kendra and the Sphinx; then Mr. Lich set the pillow down.

The Sphinx reached out and removed the handkerchief. Upon the pillow sat a spherical crystal with countless facets. “Behold the Oculus.”

“Looks expensive,” Kendra said.

“Kneel beside the table,” the Sphinx instructed, “and lay a hand on the sphere.”

“Do you need it recharged? Is it going to suck out my secrets?”

Pointing at the crystal, Mr. Lich let out a brief grunt. The tall Asian man towered over Kendra, his long face humorless. Even back when she had thought the Sphinx was an ally, Mr. Lich had made her nervous.

The Sphinx held up a hand. “What Mr. Lich is trying to say is that if you refuse to comply, we will force you to touch the crystal. That would not be as safe for you as voluntary compliance.”

“What is it?” Kendra asked.

“The Oculus. The Infinite Lens. The All-Seeing Eye. The prototype all seeing stones and scrying tools are hopelessly patterned after. It is the artifact from the Brazilian preserve.”

“You found another one!” Kendra cried.

“When we first spoke, I discussed the topic of patience. I have exercised great patience for many centuries—learning, preparing, infiltrating. But patience proves futile without the will to take decisive action when the opportune moment arrives. My long-awaited window of opportunity has come at last. I will possess all of the artifacts sooner than you can guess.”

“I won’t charge it for you.”

The Sphinx laughed softly. “The Oculus does not require energy from you. The artifact is functional. We want to see whether you can survive using it.”

Kendra looked around the room at the many faces regarding her. “What do you mean?”

“This is the artifact of sight, Kendra. With it, you can see anywhere, everything.”

“So why don’t you use it to find the remaining artifacts yourself?”

“Most minds cannot handle the vast sensory input available through the Oculus. It has already put four of our best people into catatonic stupors. Given how your status as fairykind shields your mind from certain magic, we want to see if you fare any better than our colleagues.”

“I refuse,” Kendra said.

“If we force your hand onto the sphere, Kendra, it will surely overpower your mind. But if you participate voluntarily, and I guide you, there is a chance you will survive.”

“If you fry my brain, you’ll never learn what I know about the artifacts.”

“We already know so much,” the Sphinx said. “We received an extensive e-mail from the stingbulb facsimile we created of you. She felt suspicious she had been followed on her way back from the mailbox, so she risked electronic surveillance and sent the e-mail as a backup. She explained that your grandfather has the Chronometer at Fablehaven and that Patton Burgess left clues regarding some of the remaining artifacts. We know those clues wait in a hidden room beyond the Hall of Dread in the Fablehaven dungeon. We already have a plan in motion to recover the information. Our facsimile could not recall exactly how to access the room. They never remember everything. I’d love that information, if you have it—the password or trigger—but we’ll get into the room with or without you. I’d love your help translating the journal, but we’ll find someone who reads the required tongue with or without you. What I really want is to see if you can survive the Oculus. It is arguably the most powerful of the five artifacts. Mastering it is my highest priority. I am optimistic that you can survive.”