Fablehaven: The Complete Series (168 page)

“What do you mean?”

“Come see.”

Seth led her to the back porch, where she found Verl waiting. Clad in a turtleneck and a black top hat, the satyr looked terrified. He was leaning against the porch railing in an unnatural pose, straining to appear casual. As she opened the door, he raked his fingers through the hair above one ear and gave an awkward little smile. She stepped out onto the porch, and Seth followed.

When Verl spoke, his words came out in a rush, as if he were reciting rehearsed lines. “How good to see you, Kendra! What lovely weather today! I trust your holiday has been satisfactory? Mine has been splendid! I enjoyed a scrumptious breakfast of plum pudding and walnuts.”

“Nice to see you too, Verl,” Kendra said politely. “I really liked the picture you drew for me.”

His smile brightened. “A trifle,” he chortled, waving a dismissive hand. “I periodically dabble in the arts.”

“It was very lifelike.”

Verl plucked at the woolly fur on his legs. His eyes kept meeting hers, then glancing away. “I fear my humble portrait has become outdated. I must attempt another. You constantly blossom. Each day I find you fairer than the last.”

Beside Kendra, Seth tried to disguise his laughter by coughing.

“You’re very kind, Verl.”

“I had hoped to honor the festive customs of this holiday by giving you another present.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” Kendra said.

“I cannot help myself.” Verl stepped aside, revealing a mysterious object about three feet tall covered by red fabric. “I hoped to give you a gift that would complement your beauty. What more glorious present could I give you than yourself?”

With the flair of a stage magician, Verl whisked the fabric away, unveiling a statue of Kendra wearing a toga and holding aloft a cluster of grapes. Seth started coughing again. It sounded like he might choke. The statue was very artfully rendered.

“Wow,” Kendra said, “that looks just like me.”

Verl flashed a crooked smile. “I have never felt such a crushing weight of inspiration. My hands were guided by my admiration.”

“I need to grab a drink,” Seth managed, eyes watering. He slipped into the house. His laughter became audible after the door shut.

“Seth loves to rake me over the coals,” Verl chuckled. “I don’t mind trading jests now and again. We enjoy an almost . . . brotherly affection.”

“You really did amazing work,” Kendra said, crouching in front of the statuette. “It’s too much. You shouldn’t have. You know, I meant to get you a gift, but things have been really hectic.”

Verl waved both hands. “No, stop, please, no gift is required. My lady, a soft glance, a kind word, these more than suffice. Your very existence leaves me forever indebted.”

“You get that I’m fifteen?”

“All too well. I’ve come to terms with the sobering reality that we can never be a couple. Consider me a remote admirer, adoring your elegance from afar. All the great love stories have their tragic elements.”

Kendra stood and smiled. “Thanks, Verl. The statue is beautiful. It obviously took a lot of work. Happy holidays.” She took off his hat and pecked him on the forehead.

Verl’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. His eyes darted and his fingers fidgeted. He met eyes with Kendra and bowed stiffly. “Merry Christmas.” Turning away from her, he pumped his fist. She heard him mutter something like, “Newel owes me an hour of television.” Then he vaulted over the porch railing and ran off across the yard.

She still held his hat in her hands.

Seth returned to the patio. “You just made his year.”

“I can’t believe he carved a statue of me.”

“You need to stop blossoming into such a lovely young maiden.” Kendra punched his arm. “I told you, the guy has it bad. He forgot his hat? He made that, too, you know.”

“What should I do with it?”

“Leave it on the porch. Are you going to bring your monument inside?”

“I think I’ll keep it out here for now. Why grapes and a toga?”

Seth opened the door. “Verl’s mind is a mystery better left unsolved. Grandma said dinner is almost ready. Want to help set the table for your last meal?”

“That isn’t funny! What if it really is my last meal!”

Seth rolled his eyes. “It won’t be. I’m sure you guys will grab something at the airport.”

Dinner consisted of a huge ham garnished with pineapple, garlic mashed potatoes, carrots sweetened with brown sugar, green beans, and hot buttered rolls. For dessert there was pumpkin pie, apple pie, pecan pie, and vanilla ice cream.

Seth ate like a bottomless pit, wolfing down his dessert quickly and excusing himself before anyone else. Kendra struggled to find her appetite. She picked at small portions and managed to finish with a warm piece of apple pie.

After the meal, Grandma and Grandpa had parting words for them, but Kendra had a tough time paying attention. Her visit to Lost Mesa with Warren had been a terrifying experience, and this had every chance of being worse. Warren was specifically charged with her care. The Lieutenants had desired a five-person team, and to that they had added Kendra, along with Warren to protect her. Theoretically she and Warren would see no action, hiding out in the caretaker’s home. But Kendra had already learned the hard way how such plans can go awry. Nobody knew much about Wyrmroost. Supposedly Patton was the only outsider who had ventured there in many decades.

Kendra had put on a brave face. She understood the necessity of the mission and knew she would have to appear confident and eager in order for Grandma and Grandpa to consent to her participation. In the end, her willingness and the overall importance of the undertaking had earned permission from her grandparents.

The time to depart arrived before Kendra liked. She ascended the stairs to the attic with Dale to retrieve her bags, expecting to say good-bye to Seth. Instead she found a note on her bed atop a smoky gray breastplate with a lustrous sheen.

Dear Kendra,

Merry Christmas! This breastplate is made of a super strong metal called adamant. The satyrs gave it to me, and I want you to wear it to Wyrmroost. It should be small enough to wear under your clothes no problem. In fact, it was kind of small on me and will probably fit you better.

I hope you’ll forgive me for not saying good-bye in person. It is hard for me to get left out. I’ve found a place in the woods where I go when I need time to think. It is safe and not too far and I won’t let the centaurs get me or anything. I’ve made some good friends at Fablehaven. They’ll help me stop sulking. Tell Grandma and Grandpa not to worry. I may stay there for a little while. If they want to lock me in the dungeon when I get back, so it goes.

Stay safe. Don’t get eaten by dragons. Have fun.

Love,

Seth

Kendra folded the note. It was so sweet and so selfish all at once. How could he run off to the woods again after all that had happened? Everyone had plenty to worry about without adding another unnecessary disappearance by her brother to the list. She picked up the breastplate, wondering if something so light would be much protection. Judging by the weight, it felt like the breastplate could have been fashioned out of tinfoil. He had called it super strong. She rapped the breastplate with her knuckles and supposed it felt solid.

When she shared the note with Grandpa, he read it with a frown, then rubbed his eyes. He relayed the content of the message to the others, and asked Warren and Tanu to go make sure Seth hadn’t tried to stow away in the car or the knapsack. Grandpa assured Kendra that he would take care of the problem, and urged her to put it out of her mind.

Kendra showed Coulter the breastplate, since magical items were his specialty. Coulter held the object reverently for a long while, examining it with care, then gave it back to her with a charge to keep it hidden. He warned that people would kill for an authentic piece of adamant armor, assured her that the breastplate was priceless, and confirmed what Seth had claimed about it being supernaturally durable.

Before she felt ready, Kendra was hugging her grandparents good-bye and hurrying out to climb inside the idling SUV.

* * *

Although sizable drifts of chunky snow lined the roads, the cold night in Kalispell was shockingly clear. In the moonless sky, the stars gleamed sharper and more numerous than Kendra had ever witnessed. While they were waiting outside the small airport for Tanu to bring the rental car, Warren had pointed out faint dots gradually drifting in straight lines across the star-strewn firmament, explaining that they were satellites.

As the rental car pulled into the hotel parking lot, Kendra became fidgety, drumming an anxious rhythm on her thighs. Warren had phoned ahead to confirm that the others had arrived. The thought of seeing Gavin made her edgy and self-conscious. Was this how Verl had felt earlier in the day? Suddenly his behavior seemed much less laughable.

She breathed deeply. All she had to do was act friendly. Any pressure she felt was a product of her overactive imagination. This was a dangerous mission, not a date. If romantic feelings ever arose between them, it would happen as a natural outgrowth of their friendship.

Inside the lobby, a fire roared in the hearth. The red commercial carpeting featured an unbroken pattern of gold fleurs-de-lis. A bald man with spectacles and a flannel shirt sat reading a book near the fire. Kendra eyed him suspiciously. At this point, she was ready to consider anyone a possible spy. She wished Seth were with them so he could check for invisible enemies.

While Tanu checked in at the counter, a voice hailed Kendra from across the lobby. She turned and found Gavin coming toward her with a warm smile. When he reached her he gave her a quick hug. Part of her wished the embrace had lasted longer.

He seemed even better-looking than the last time she had seen him, his naturally dark complexion slightly tanner, his cheeks more defined. He remained slim and wiry, moving with the confident grace of a dancer. Was he a tad taller? “Good to see you,” Kendra said, trying to keep her manner light and casual.

“I heard you were k-k-k-kidnapped,” he stammered.

“I guess word gets around. At least I got away.” She glanced at the man reading his book. Was it wise to converse so close to him?

“That’s Aaron Stone,” Gavin said. “He’s a Knight, and our helicopter pilot.”

Without glancing up from his book, Aaron saluted her with two fingers.

Warren came and clapped Gavin on the back. “Ready for some more mayhem? Didn’t get your fill at Lost Mesa?”

Gavin gave him half a smile. “You have to w-w-watch it or I’m going to start associating you two with near-death experiences.”

Tanu finished at the counter and waved for them to follow. In the elevator, Gavin explained that the others were ready to have an orientation meeting. Kendra dumped her luggage in her room before joining the rest of her companions in a suite at the end of the hall.

When she entered, Dougan rose from his seat, a bear of a man with bushy red hair and a densely freckled brow. He bore a strong resemblance to his brother Maddox. “Sorry you got roped into this,” he said as he shook her hand.

Trask sat on a bed, polishing the absurdly oversized crossbow on his lap. Designed to fire two quarrels at once, the cartoonish weapon looked almost too large to carry. Mara leaned against a wall in a far corner of the room, arms folded, her expression inscrutable. Her tank top looked extra white against her coppery skin and flaunted the dramatic lines of her lean, athletic physique.

“Glad to see we’re all here,” Trask said in a low voice. “Mara?”

She struck a match and lit a fat white candle.

“While the candle burns, no outsiders should be able to eavesdrop on our conversation,” Trask explained. “I don’t want to blab all night, but I thought we should take a few minutes to get our heads right and make sure we’re all on the same page.” His eyes were on Kendra. “This mission is voluntary. It could not be more dangerous. This dragon sanctuary is closed to visitors for a reason. We know very little about how it operates or what we can expect to find inside. Patton never elaborated about Wyrmroost much, perhaps because he did not want people disturbing the key he had hidden. We can presume there will be a caretaker. Beyond that we know very little. This could be a one-way trip. We may all die. That is not the goal, but it is the reality. I don’t want to be here. I’m here because I feel our enemies have made it necessary. If you still want to participate in this mission of your own free will, I want to hear you say so.”

Everyone individually answered in the affirmative, including Kendra. Mara answered last, whispering her response.

Trask nodded. “Now that Charlie Rose is gone, I’m considered the lead dragon tamer for the Knights of the Dawn. I’m not in the same league as Chuck Rose. Nor do I have the innate talent of his son, Gavin. Along with Dougan, I’m one of four Lieutenants of the Knights. I have a long history as a detective. I possess many skills, but I’m no true dragon tamer. It takes everything I have to keep it together in front of a dragon. That said, I have spent time at the four dragon sanctuaries open to human visitation. I’ve done my best to learn how dragons behave. In my gear I have six arrows tipped with adamant. Most dragons would see them as harmless toys. And they would be right. We will not survive Wyrmroost by force. We’ll survive by never getting into a fight.”