Melting Stones (12 page)

Fusspot didn't say a word. I looked up. He was pouring water into a bowl. Once it was full, he wet his finger and wrote signs all around its rim. Then he stared into the water, his pale eyes fixed. He was scrying in the bowl. He'd done so every night on the ship, communicating with Winding Circle, or trying to see what was going on around us. What was he trying to see now—Flare and Carnelian?

Rosethorn came to sit on the step next to me. She put an arm around my shoulders and held me close. She spoke in a whisper. "Are you sure of all this? No, never mind that. You are an appallingly truthful girl. Do you understand the meaning in what you have said?"

I shook my head. My poor stomach lurched.

"You describe the beginnings of a volcano. It makes sense of what's happening with the plants and water here," she explained. "Your friends looking for a way out—they will bring lava and gas with them in an explosion that may kill everyone on Mount Grace. Perhaps even all of Starns."

I shivered. Flare and Carnelian had such dreadful strength. Then there were the other spirits behind them, waiting. They might not search for a way out, but they would follow Carnelian and Flare. I was
sure
of it. "They
would
kill everyone, Rosethorn. That underground chamber is bigger than the lake. I don't know how deep it is. The power of them all…" I twisted to look at Luvo, though it hurt my bones to do it. "Why didn't you say we're looking at a volcano? I wouldn't have gone down there!" I kept my voice as quiet as Rosethorn's.

"I did not know." Luvo hung his head knob, not looking at us.

"But you were born in one!" I poked him with a finger.

"And I told you, who remembers his birth?" he asked. "I have not encountered a volcano in our travels. I did not know the early signs of an eruption. Rosethorn, are you
certain
that these signs pertain to such an occurrence?"

I put my hands to my head. Luvo asking Rosethorn to explain things a mountain should know—I felt as if my world had been upended.

"To pass the initiate's examinations, we're taught the basics of all the Living Circle disciplines, even when they don't match our powers. Evvy's story fits the facts. So does the spot die-off of plants, the acid water, and the vibrations and earth shocks. I had my suspicions—so did Myrrhtide—but this confirms it." As Rosethorn whispered, she laid a cool wrist on my forehead. Then she checked my heartbeat with the other. She frowned. "Not good. You're clammy, and your pulse is thin and rapid." She looked at Jayat. "She has the symptoms of shock. Has she eaten?"

"She couldn't, Dedicate Initiate." Jayat came over. No one else seemed to want to. It was as if we had something catching. "She threw up a lot, but she didn't eat anything first."

"I see. Thank you, Jayat." Rosethorn looked at me. "For those studies I mentioned, we had to read classic writings. In
The Book of Earth Magic
, a handful of mages wrote of spirits of molten stone found deep in the earth. They described what happened when they found a route to the surface. It was much like what you told us." She stood and shook out her robes. "I'm going to brew you some tea. Then you'll eat something.
Then
you'll tell us all about your explorations and discoveries with the stones here. We need to see how much time we have before this island blows up under us." She went upstairs.

"What can she possibly do?" Luvo stepped clumsily into my lap. "I do not understand why she rushes off in this manner. The new mountain will come. We will be consumed in molten lava. That is the cycle of birth and death in stone. There is nothing to be done."

His behavior today now made a lot more sense to me. I cuddled him close in my aching hands and kept my voice down. For some reason, Rosethorn didn't want everyone in the room to hear what we were talking about. "You thought you were going to die, didn't you? That's why you curled up in a ball and didn't talk to Jayat. You just figured, uh-oh! Here comes the lava, I'm going to die, nothing to be done. Luvo, you bleater, you're not some rock stuck in the path of an avalanche, you know! We'll get on a ship and sail away from this!" I gripped him and tried to stand, only to have my knees go to jelly. I sat again. "All right, it may take us a while before we get to the ship."

Before I knew what he was up to, Oswin came over and picked us both up. Like Jayat the night before, he wasn't ready for Luvo. His knees bent under us. He grunted with the strain. His face turned a nice, dark ruby. As he staggered to carry us to the table where Azaze and Fusspot sat, I tried to distract him. "The emperor of Yanjing gave me a coat made of silk that was the same color as your face right now. You forgot about Luvo's weight, didn't you? You're very strong for an old man."

"I'm forty-five! That's not old!" Oswin slid us onto the bench at the elders' table.

"It certainly is not." Luvo almost sounded huffy as I put him on the table.

Azaze had been talking to Fusspot. Now she got up and looked at the people who had been witness to all this. "The rest of you, off to your homes. The council must gather immediately. Master Miller, Mistress Weaver, Master Carpenter, will you remain? I'll send an hostler for the smith, the chief herder, and the chief miner. Jayat. Fetch your mistress. Tell her I
insist."

Jayat gulped. "Yes, Headwoman Azaze." He ran out of the inn.

Azaze went outside for a moment. When she came back, she sat down across the table from me, and looked me in the eyes. I don't
think
I flinched. It was hard. This tall, stern-looking old lady would do better as a queen than as the headwoman of an armpit little village snuggled to a mountain that was about to blow up.

"What do
you
think you saw down there, girl? Or did you just invent a tale to keep yourself out of trouble?" Azaze demanded.

If she spoke to everyone like that, I'd bet her children died of fear when they were small. "If I was doing that, I'd have said I got a face full of bad air, and it made me do strange stuff," I told her. "When I lie, I'm smart enough to keep it simple. That's where liars always go wrong. They get fancy. Then they forget the details. It's best to have a simple, basic lie that you don't have to worry about remembering."

Azaze's thin mouth twitched. I
think
she maybe smiled. "Your career to this point has made you an expert in lying, I take it."

I nodded, though it made my head spin. "Yes, Headwoman Azaze. But I never lie to Rosethorn. She, um, discourages it."

"Evvy and I have an understanding." Rosethorn had returned with packets of herbs and a mug. She grabbed the teakettle and poured hot water into the mug. "She tells me the truth, and I don't hang her in the first well we come to. It's a solution that works tolerably well for both of us."

I watched sadly as she tipped powders into the mug. It didn't help to know she was adding her magic with them. Her power just made the brew taste that much nastier.

"Is this Evvy such a handful? She seemed well enough last night." Azaze had a real smile on her face now. The village's miller, weaver, and carpenter, who sat with us, were out-and-out chuckling.

"As much as my student—her former teacher—Briar was a handful," said Rosethorn. "He and I had a similar understanding. Evvy, stop making faces. You will need a clear head tonight. You are drinking this, whether you like it or not."

"Not even honey?" I had to ask, though I could see she hadn't looked at the honeypot.

"Honey would just make the experience pleasant. I haven't forgiven you for racing off without a word." Rosethorn looked at me and her face softened, a little. "Honey would also give this tea nasty side effects. I'm sorry, but it's true. Drink it all, Evvy."

I took the mug. "You could try harder to make them taste good, you know."

She gave me a mocking smile. "Now, where would the fun be in that?" She turned to the maid who had been serving the elders. "Is there any egg-and-lemon soup left?"

The girl nodded.

"She'll need a cup of that to start, then a cup of the white bean soup. If she can eat more, the artichokes in oil," Rosethorn ordered.

I held my nose and gulped a mouthful of the tea. Even that way, I thought it would be a miracle if I kept the stuff down. It had the musty, greenish taste of cellar mold. Before I met Briar I had eaten vegetables stolen from cellars. I knew what that taste was. Wherever did she find the herbs for these drinks? I was always afraid to ask. She would tell me.

And yet the sweat on my face began to dry. My stomach settled after three more gulps of the stuff. My ears stopped ringing. My knees, ankles, elbows, and wrists felt like they were made of bone, not green twigs. My brain decided I was not on rocking ground, but a solid bench. My heart stopped hammering.

I put the mug down. "Not the sludge." With my eyes I begged Rosethorn not to say the dreaded words.

She looked into the mug, where soggy herb paste waited. Then she checked my forehead, and my pulse. "
Much
better." She threw the sludge on the open hearth fire. It roared up in flames. Everyone flinched with a gasp. I looked at Rosethorn with admiration. What had she
put
in that tea?

The maid set artichokes and both soups in front of me. Remembering what had happened when Jayat showed me those dumplings, I ate slowly and carefully.

"How could you go under the earth if your body did not go?" While she had waited for Rosethorn to finish doctoring me, Azaze still had questions. "Can all mages do this?"

I shook my head. "Some can, some can't." I felt good enough to take out the rocks I had gathered that day and put them on the table. When I'd first come in, the smallest of them had felt too heavy for me to lift.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Evvy." Rosethorn sat next to me, accepting a cup of normal tea from the maid. "My young friend will have water." Two of the other people Azaze had sent for arrived. The maids rushed to serve them.

I swallowed my beans so I could answer Azaze. "It's useful if you can do it, the traveling in your magic. It's how Luvo could see things on his mountain. It'd take him forever to walk over all of it. His mountain's
huge"
I grinned at Luvo. "So he just goes around as his magic self."

"But how does his mountain do things with Luvo gone?" That was Myrrhtide, asking a normal question, for a change. He looked at my small pile of rocks and didn't even sniff.

"My mountain rejoices." Luvo walked over to stand in front of Myrrh tide, so that Myrrhtide would have to watch him as he spoke. "I do not rearrange its crystals and pillars, or redirect its streams and glaciers. I do not reshape it with avalanches, floods, or tremors. It can slumber in the sun and cold in peace. My mountain finds me too active a heart for its liking, Dedicate Initiate Myrrhtide."

"No wonder you get on so well with Evvy." Myrrhtide leaned back, though he kept his eyes on Luvo. "Being so wise, Master Luvo, I'm surprised you didn't warn us of what is happening under
this
mountain."

"Warn you? As I have said, I did not know." Luvo sat on his rounded stone rump, his head knob pointed up at Myrrhtide. "And what is the point of a warning? The volcano will be born, devouring all in its path. It will continue to destroy, or it will become land, and a mountain. The new eats the old. It is always so."

"But we're humans," said Myrrhtide. "We can flee. Provided we have time." He nodded to yet another village notable who came in the door.

"That's what we're going to work out, once the entire village council is here." We had forgotten that Azaze was listening. "Evvy—it is Evvy?"

I nodded. I was fishing stones from my other pocket and setting them on the table. Here was an odd, interesting bit of obsidian, like pumice in texture. Here was a fine-grained gray rock that had begun life far below the earth. There were other kinds of volcano rocks that had been high on Mount Grace.

Azaze snapped bony fingers under my nose to get my attention. I think she did it several times before Rosethorn kicked me gently.

"I could have kicked her myself, Dedicate Rosethorn," Azaze said. "Evvy, if we give you slate and chalk, can you draw maps? Where this chamber is compared to the village, and the lake, and the mountain? Where these cracks are?" Azaze turned a beaded ring on one of her fingers. "It will be easier for the council to follow what you're saying if you have even a crude map." She pointed to the table behind us.

I hadn't seen the big slate and the tray of colored chalks that lay on it. Someone must have brought them out while I was eating. I took some flatbread and walked over to the slate, thinking while I chewed. Drawing maps of places I had gone in my magic was something I had studied at Winding Circle. I sketched a view of the mountain and the lake from the side, as if I'd cut Starns in two.

I was concentrating so hard I didn't hear Oswin go out and return. I did notice when he plopped his saddlebag on the table next to me. "Here. Maybe this will help." He undid the straps and took out a leather tube. He pulled a roll of papers from the tube. He thumbed through them, muttering to himself. "Margret Island, no, Lore Island, Karl Island, Sustree, Sotat—ah!"

He selected a paper and spread it next to my slate. It was a really good map of all Starns. I whistled my respect. It had the usual things, like roads, towns, and rivers, but it also showed the old lines of power that Jayat and Tahar once used. There was even a trick of coloring that showed ridges and gorges.

"Will that help?" Oswin weighted the corners with plates and cups.

"A lot, thanks!" I said. "Where did you get this?"

"Oh, I did it. It's useful." Oswin told me.

I smiled at him as he put Luvo on the table next to me. "Useful for somebody who goes around fixing things?"

"And I guide people over the island for coin. If they pay me extra, I try not to get them lost."

"Did you draw all those maps?" I asked him.

"No, only the ones for this island and a handful of our neighbors. The others I bought. I wish I were traveled enough to have done the others myself." Oswin put the other maps away.

I had a feeling I'd touched a sore spot. I looked at Luvo. "How far under the mountain was I? I figure three and a half miles, but you'd know better than me."