Fablehaven: The Complete Series (156 page)

“Now that we’re aware of this ability, we’ll keep you away from similar circumstances. In fact, that is part of the reason I came to speak to you. Do you know what day tomorrow is?”

“I was wondering when you’d bring this up. Tomorrow is the winter solstice.”

Grandpa held up a hand. Seth tossed him the rubber ball, and he started bouncing it. “I didn’t want to mention it too early and get everybody flustered. Things have been hectic enough without fretting about tonight being a festival night.”

“Don’t we have to make preparations? Carve pumpkins and all that?”

“The jack-o’-lanterns are an extra precaution, and not a very convenient one in this weather. I was thinking more along the lines of having your grandmother take you and Kendra to a hotel for the night.”

Seth motioned for the ball, and Grandpa bounced it to him. “Isn’t it dangerous to leave the preserve? The Society could come after us.”

“We’ve weighed the pros and cons. I don’t relish the idea of putting you beyond the protections offered by Fablehaven, but festival nights seem to be getting increasingly violent. If the Society intends to hit us where we live, it will probably happen tonight, when sinister creatures are free to cross boundaries and enter the yard. The voices you heard in the Hall of Dread have made the decision easy. Too many apparitions and shades roam the preserve on festival nights. I won’t have you here if their voices can reach you. We’ll send along Warren and Tanu to make sure you stay safe. You’ll pay cash. It’ll be just one night.”

Seth nodded. He bounced the ball off the wall, missed the catch, and watched it roll away across the floor. “I can live with that. I’m not up for a whole night with monsters whispering crazy stuff to me. Speaking of Tanu and Warren, where are those guys?”

“While we were pursuing the messages from Patton, they were interrogating Vanessa with your grandmother.”

“About what?”

“We’re trying to decide what to do with her. She has shared some information about possible traitors within the Knights. Nobody you know. She still claims to have some enormous secret that she won’t share unless we release her.”

“We can’t let her go,” Seth said. “Grandma is right that she could be playing us.”

“True. At the same time, if she truly has abandoned the Sphinx, Vanessa could be a valuable ally. She has already volunteered a great deal of information. I can hardly blame her for keeping some leverage available while we hold her prisoner.”

“Do we ever go on the offensive?” Seth asked. “We should hunt down the Sphinx and take the artifacts back.”

“We’re trying. Trask has kept the house where Kendra was held under constant surveillance. Kendra’s friend Cody supplied all the details he needed. We believe that the Sphinx remains inside. A strike force will mount a raid tonight. I wish I felt more optimistic. The Sphinx is slippery.”

Seth got up from the bed. “When do we leave for the hotel?”

“Vanessa keeps asking to talk to Kendra, and your sister has shown interest. Your grandmother will oversee the conversation. After they chat, we’ll get you guys ready.”

* * *

Kendra knew that her old friend waited behind the cell door. She had wanted to speak with Vanessa ever since the woman had been locked in the Quiet Box months ago. Most of the others had spoken with Vanessa already and had relayed information from those conversations. But Kendra hadn’t been around when they took place. Her last direct communication from Vanessa had been a note scrawled on the floor of a cell.

“You don’t have to do this,” Grandma said.

“I want to speak with her,” Kendra affirmed. “I’m just a little nervous.”

“You’re sure?”

She wasn’t. But she nodded anyhow.

Holding her crossbow ready, Grandma inserted a key and opened the cell door. Vanessa was reclining on her cot, dressed in a stylish outfit. A battery-powered lantern rested on a table cluttered by novels. A mirror hung above a dresser topped with various cosmetic supplies. An obvious effort had been made to provide some comfort.

“Hello, Kendra,” Vanessa said, rising.

“Hey,” Kendra replied.

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

Vanessa looked grave. “I owe you a great deal.”

“You nearly killed us.”

“Kendra, you deserve a colossal apology. You healed me. I was burned beyond repair, minutes from death. After the betrayal I committed, nobody could have blamed you for letting me perish. Including me. For years I faithfully worked for the Sphinx. How was I repaid? The villain stabbed me in the back the instant I became inconvenient. In contrast, I deceived you, betrayed you, and put your loved ones in danger. Yet you showed me mercy. I want you to know that my loyalty is not completely blind, nor is my reason utterly bankrupt. I’ll never betray you again.”

Kendra shifted uncomfortably. “Thanks, Vanessa. I’m sure you can see why your apology might be hard to believe. But I appreciate it, and I hope it’s true.”

“I’d be a fool to blame you for doubting me. I’ll patiently prove my sincerity.”

Grandma snorted bitterly. “Or patiently bide your time until the opportunity for another truly crippling betrayal arrives.”

“Which is why I can’t begrudge your decision to keep me in this cell for the moment,” Vanessa conceded. “I could be more effective roaming free, but I can see that it would place too great a strain on your trust. Rightfully so.”

“You wanted to see me to apologize?” Kendra asked. The conversation was harder than she had expected. She simultaneously liked and hated Vanessa too much. She wanted to leave.

“Chiefly,” Vanessa said. “I also want to share some information with you.”

“They said you’re withholding some secrets.”

“My biggest secret must not yet be divulged,” Vanessa said. “Good people on your side of this conflict would be endangered if this truth became too public. For the moment, my keeping it will benefit your cause. The day may come when that changes. Conveniently, this final secret also provides me with a little leverage to perhaps get out of incarceration at some point. I’m on your side now, but I have no desire to end my days in a cage.”

“They said you helped me escape,” Kendra said.

“I seized control of a sleeper and learned that the Sphinx had you in his custody. I also learned about a plan to free you. The Knights have spies as well. I discovered where you were being held and alerted Stan. I didn’t personally facilitate your release. Who accompanied the Sphinx?”

Kendra told Vanessa about Torina and Mr. Lich, then described the other people she had seen with the Sphinx as best she could.

Vanessa nodded. “I’m not surprised they tried to use psychics to test the Oculus. Let me guess. They also tried to read your mind.”

“Yes.”

“And they failed?”

“They seemed really puzzled.”

“I bit you, Kendra, but I could never take control of you. Your mind is shielded. None of those enemies are of serious interest except for the Sphinx and Mr. Lich. Despite her delusions, Torina is really just a minor player. I’m curious about the person in the mask. Could it have been the prisoner from the Quiet Box?”

“It could have been anyone,” Grandma said.

“I have a warning for both of you,” Vanessa said. “The Sphinx is a supremely patient man. He would not have dropped all pretenses like this unless he saw a clear path to his destination. Count on the fact that he has a plan to secure all of the artifacts. Beware. He is very good at anticipating contingencies. As you move to stop him, you may find yourselves playing into his hands.”

“We’re aware of the dangers,” Grandma assured her.

“Let me fill you in on some history. For centuries, the leader of the Society of the Evening Star has been a brilliant mastermind named Rhodes. Over the years, rumors abounded as to his actual identity. A cunning blix lord. A wizard. A demon. At times, the Society thought he had died or lost interest, but he always resurfaced. He was patient. And immensely secretive. None of us ever stood in his presence.

“Over the past decade, Rhodes became more active than ever. As did our great archenemy, the Sphinx. With my talent, I am always uncovering information. Not long before I was assigned to recover the artifact from Fablehaven, bits and pieces began to add up, and I found myself among a small group of Society members who suspected that the Sphinx and Rhodes might be the same person.

“Having now confirmed that the Sphinx and Rhodes are indeed one and the same, and that he was working for the benefit of the Society, the members of the Society will be enthused as never before. Many members have grown dormant over the years, but this news will swell the ranks of the active. Clearly, after centuries of waiting, the end is near.”

“I’ve never heard of Rhodes,” Grandma said.

“Like I said, he was very secretive,” Vanessa replied. “Much more so than even the Sphinx. We could only utter his name under certain conditions.”

“Torina called him the Sphinx,” Kendra mentioned.

“I’m not surprised,” Vanessa said. “We used to call Rhodes the Lodestar. But he will now be using his surprise identity as the Sphinx to build morale. Ruth, Kendra, he has spent centuries researching how the artifacts work so that when he found them he would be ready. Count on the fact that he will move swiftly to recover the other artifacts, and shortly thereafter he will unlock the demon prison.”

“Thank you for the warning,” Grandma said. “Is that all?”

“I just want to make sure you understand that I intend to use my abilities to spy on the Society,” Vanessa said. “I’ll share information as I learn it. I won’t take control of any of you while you sleep. If I do, you would be welcome to kill me.”

“What if you share secrets with our enemies while you’re off inhabiting sleepers?” Grandma challenged.

“First, don’t give me secrets to share. Second, you desperately need information—the threat posed by the Sphinx is both real and immediate. Third, to a minor extent, yes, you need to trust me a little. I won’t disappoint you.”

“You’ve already sold Stan,” Grandma sighed. “You know my suspicions about your pretenses at reform. I would love to be proven wrong.” Grandma opened the cell door.

“Wait,” Kendra said. “Do you know who placed the knapsack in my room?”

Vanessa regarded her thoughtfully. “I have some suspicions. But they are part of the secret I must keep. Take heart knowing that we have secret allies.”

“Come on, Kendra,” Grandma huffed. “We’ll find few answers here. Don’t waste your breath with more questions.”

“Good-bye for now,” Vanessa said.

“See you,” Kendra replied.

* * *

Snow no longer descended from the murky sky, and snowplows had mostly cleared the roads, but Grandma pulled into the parking lot of the Courtesy Inn cautiously. Even at moderate speeds, the SUV had slid several times on the icy streets.

The Courtesy Inn was a large wooden lodge with a mostly vacant, halfway cleared parking lot. Grandma piloted the SUV into a stall. Tanu went inside to check in and scope out the place while the others waited in the car. Seth wished Grandma would turn down the heater, but the vents kept gushing warm air.

“I’m going to die of heatstroke in the snow,” he mumbled. It was his third complaint about the temperature. Grandma ignored him. He briefly considered taking off his shirt in protest.

“It is a little warm,” Warren remarked.

“This vehicle is not a democracy,” Grandma replied.

A few minutes later, Tanu returned with two keycards. They collected their bags and entered the inn. Flames danced in the lobby fireplace, and the air carried the odor of lemon-scented cleansers. They rode up an elevator to the second floor and marched down a carpeted hall to a pair of neighboring doors.

Warren entered first, checking the room thoroughly while the others lingered in the hallway. After what seemed like a long wait, Warren exited and unlocked the second room. Grandma, Tanu, Kendra, and Seth went into the first room.

“I’ll take the rollaway,” Tanu offered.

“I’m smaller,” Kendra said.

“I’m security,” Tanu countered. “Don’t argue.”

The plan was for Grandma, Kendra, and Tanu to sleep in here while Seth and Warren took the adjoining room. Seth unwrapped the tiny bar of soap beside the sink. There came a brisk knock on the door that internally connected the two rooms.

Seth hustled over. “What’s the password?”

“Passwords are for sissies,” Warren’s muffled voice responded.

“Works for me,” Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it.

“The rooms look clean,” Warren pronounced. “Hopefully we’ll have a long, dull night.”

Seth grabbed his suitcase and took it into his room. It was a mirror image of the first room, minus the rollaway. As he heaved his suitcase onto the bed, he caught a flicker of motion in the far corner by the window.