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LEFT BEHIND

Beams of light surrounded them, shining brighter and brighter until Kale had to close her eyes and duck her head. Strong winds rushed through the room. Kale put her arm around the meech and pulled him to the floor. She crouched there with Regidor and Toopka.

“Now this is more like it!” shouted Fenworth. “First, off to rescue the doneel, and then on to the caves. Spiders, beware!”

One after another, smells rose around them and then blew away. A flower garden, a bakery, piney woods, and apple cider vinegar.

Fenworth sounded very close. “Did that doneel fellow say he was east or west of The Bogs?”

Kale tried to yell “west,” but a rush of wind filled her mouth and stifled her shout.

“West, you say, Kale? I believe you’re right. West makes sense. Thank you, my girl. Be good now. We shan’t be long.”

Librettowit wheezed near her ear. “Let go of me, you confounded wizard.”

Fenworth didn’t answer him, but a trumpet blew the quick notes of a charge, and the wizard’s voice rose above the quacks and brays and oinks of barnyard animals. “Prepare for battle, Bardon!”

“Yes sir,” the lehman answered.

His voice sounded muffled. Kale felt as though she was floating in a vast empty space but knew better than to open her eyes. The light still turned her eyelids blood red with its brilliance.

The light began to fade. The force of the wind eased. Normal swamp noises filled the night air. Kale opened her eyes, expecting to be in a field just outside The Bogs.

Beneath her knees, broad planks formed a solid floor. Her body curved over the huddled figures of Toopka and Regidor. She patted their backs and straightened up.

“It’s all right now,” Kale said, but she glared at her surroundings.

Flames crackled in the fireplace. Bardon’s book lay open on the floor. Librettowit’s mug still sat on the kitchen table. The wizard’s hat was gone from the hook by the door, and so were the three men—Bardon, Librettowit, and Fenworth.

“We’ve been left behind,” said Regidor.

“No!” hollered Toopka. She scrambled onto the windowsill to peer out as if she could see Wizard Fenworth departing with Librettowit and Bardon. “No, no, no! This is my first adventure. Kale, do something!”

“What?”

“Take us there. You’re a wizard.”

“I’m a wizard without any training. I can’t take us anywhere.”

Regidor pounded a fist in the palm of his other hand. “Then we’ll walk. If Dar could walk in, we can walk out.”

“Through The Bogs?” Kale’s voice squeaked. “At night? With mordakleeps attacking?”

“I’m not afraid of mordakleeps,” said Regidor, planting his fists on his hips.

“Me either.” Toopka jumped down to stand beside her friend, mimicking his stance and his obstinate glare. “You chop off their tails, and they die. I’m not afraid.”

“Listen to me.” Kale stood and faced the two children. “Mordakleeps are dangerous. They don’t let you chop off their tails. They try to surround you and cut you off from everything. They’re fierce and fast and deadly.”

Regidor ran to the kitchen and grabbed a meat cleaver. Toopka followed and soon waved a paring knife in front of her tiny figure.

“We’ll go without you,” she said.

“No, you won’t.”

Kale brought images to her mind that she suppressed at all other times. Mordakleeps had attacked while she was traveling with Dar and Leetu Bends. She projected to these would-be child warriors the images of dark, oozing creatures looming out of the trees.

Kale remembered black shadows rippling and becoming hideous monsters. Their bloblike heads silently wagged back and forth. As the mass of dreadful shadows became more distinct, she saw that each mordakleep had two thick legs and a thin tail disappearing through the leaf floor of cygnot planking.

The mordakleeps trudged silently toward their victims. Small red eyes glared from gray hollows. Grotesque mouths chomped, and green tongues flicked over sharp, yellow teeth and thin lips.

The mordakleeps’ great weight made the cygnot planking undulate like waves on an ocean. Kale waited for a monster to lumber close enough for her to hit. Two more mordakleeps emerged through the cygnot floor. Kale’s attention focused on the ugly black slime menacing her. In spite of its size, the monster twisted and turned cleverly.

Along with the hideous vision of the swamp creatures, Kale conjured up her terror and desperation as she and her comrades battled a force much stronger than their own. When she reached the despair she had felt at the end of the struggle, she jerked away from the emotions, cutting short the glimpse of horror she had given Regidor and Toopka.

Toopka clasped Regidor’s arm with both hands, her eyes wide with fear. Regidor looked pale but stood straight, clenching his jaw.

Toopka shuddered. “They’re bigger than I thought.”

Kale opened her arms, and the doneel ran to her. Scooping the little girl up, she hugged her close. “Who told you about mordakleeps?”

“Sittiponder. He’s an orphan tumanhofer, and he used to live in the mountains, and he knows all sorts of stories about mordakleeps and grawligs and bisonbecks and all the seven low races and all the seven high races, too. He sits under the wooden steps of an old warehouse near the docks. He’ll tell you a story if you bring him something to eat. He’s blind.”

“Oh dear,” said Kale.

“Harrumph,” said Regidor, sounding exactly like Fenworth. “Seems you better learn to read so you can tell if his stories are true or not.”

“Oh, pooh on your old reading. I don’t have to read ’cause you’ll read stories to me. It’ll save time if only one of us is in charge of finding the best books.”

“I won’t always be around.”

“Why not?”

“I’m going to grow up.”

“Well, I’m gonna grow up too.”

Regidor shook his head. “I’m going to grow up fast, and you’re going to grow up slow. Pretty soon I’ll be an adult, and you’ll still be a baby.”

“That’s not true!”

“Yes, it is.”

“Can’t be. I’m already not a baby.”

“You’re the one clinging to Kale’s neck.”

Toopka squirmed out of Kale’s arms and plunked herself down on the floor with her fists on her hips. “If we were in Vendela, you’d need me to take care of you. You wouldn’t know where to get food or where to sleep or who to avoid to stay out of trouble. You’d be hopeless unless I took you by the hand and led you around.”

“Stop!” Kale shouted. “This is foolish arguing. Only fools argue foolishly, and you aren’t fools. Not another word out of either of you!”

Another quote directly from Mistress Meiger’s lips, but Kale was too agitated to care. She strode across the room and sat down in Fenworth’s chair. With her elbows on her knees, she put her chin on her fists.

“I’m going to try to find out what’s going on.”

Regidor and Toopka followed her. They stood on each side of the armchair, watching her with wide eyes.

“You shouldn’t sit there,” said the dragon. “Fenworth gets hopping mad if he finds me in his chair.”

“Please be quiet,” Kale answered. “I’m concentrating.”

“What are you concentratin’ on?” asked Toopka.

“Dar.”

Regidor dropped to the floor and sat crossed-legged by her knee. “Are you mindspeaking?”

“No, just trying to see what they’re doing. They’re fighting, and they don’t need me talking to them.” The rapid succession of images she saw in her mind was hard to sort out. Questions from Toopka and Regidor interfered.

“Regidor, close your eyes and see what impressions you pick up. Toopka, be quiet for a bit.”

Toopka put her elbows on the arm of the chair and put her chin on her fists, mimicking Kale.

Kale couldn’t touch Wizard Fenworth’s mind at all. She knew from past experience that he guarded his thoughts with a powerful spell. When she sought Librettowit, she found a mixture of rants against mordakleeps and the wizard. Lehman Bardon’s mind was almost devoid of thought, but she could feel energy flowing into decisive moves of combat. He performed with drilled precision. Dar fought from beneath a protective shell, his movements not as regimented as the warrior trained at The Hall.

It was easiest to touch the minds of Metta, Gymn, and Celisse. Metta and Gymn flew in sweeping dives, spitting thick gobs of caustic saliva they used in battle. Each minor dragon became increasingly frustrated as their weapon proved ineffective against the mordakleeps. Celisse, with the minor dragons, fought from the air. Her attitude was ferocious but also cautious. She used her powerful tail to batter the monsters. The dragon Merlander stood beside Dar.

Regidor nudged Kale’s knee. “Fenworth is trying a dehydration spell.”

“You can mindspeak with the wizard?” Kale focused on the meech dragon’s face.

He closed his slanted eyes and pursed his thin lips. He nodded in answer to her question. “It won’t work. He wants to cast the spell around each mordakleep’s tail and sever the connection with the swamp water. It won’t work. It takes too long.”

“Can you help him?”

Regidor’s expression twitched in annoyance. “No. I don’t know how.”

His eyes popped open, and he stared at Kale. One word came out of his mouth in a horrified hiss. “Blimmets!”

Kale stood up. Regidor sprang to his feet beside her.

Toopka grabbed Kale’s leg below the knee and squeezed as if nothing would pry her loose.

“I can’t sense them,” Kale said, her voice shrill with fear. “Where are they?”

“Coming to join the fight.” Regidor’s grim words sent a shiver down Kale’s spine.

“Are you sure?” she demanded. “No one controls blimmets. They tunnel through the earth at random and come forth to devour anything alive only when they’re hungry. They couldn’t have a goal. They’re almost mindless.”

“They have a goal. It’s our friends.”

“It’s impossible.”

Kale didn’t want to believe the destructive horde of weasel-like creatures could actually search for victims. She reached out and put a hand on Regidor’s shoulder, wanting to give him a shake to make him change his opinion. As soon as her fingers rested on his shoulder, a sensation hit her thoughts with whirling intensity. She saw the squirming mass of dark bodies burrowing rapidly toward the field west of The Bogs. She felt the blimmets’ collective desire to consume dragon flesh.

“We have to help. We have to warn Dar and the others.”

Kale leaned her head back and screamed. “Wulder, help!” In the same instant, she knew what He expected. Wulder had chosen her to be that help.

“No, no, no.” She beat clenched fists against her thighs.

“Open your hand, Kale, and I will hold it.”

Kale sucked in a surprised breath. The voice belonged to Paladin.