Contents 19 страница. she reached the place where the land stopped.

she reached the place where the land stopped.

“No way!” Bonnie cried, setting up a clamoring echo from below. “There is no

way I’m going across that!”

That was a chasm with a very thin bridge spanning it.

The chasm was frosty white on either side at the top, but when Elena gripped the

bridge’s ice-cold metal poles and leaned a little forward she could see glacial blues

and greens at the very bottom. A chill wind hit her face.

The gap between this bit of the world and the next bit directly in front of them was

about a hundred yards long.

Elena looked from the shadowy depths to the slender bridge, which was made of

wooden slats and just wide enough for one person to walk on. It was supported

here and there by ropes which ran to the sides of the chasm and were sunk with

metal posts into barren, icy rock.

It also swooped magnificently down and then back up again. Even looking at it

gave the eye a sort of mini–thrill ride. The only problem was that it didn’t include a

safety belt, a seat, two handrails, and a uniformed guide saying, “Hands and feet

must be kept inside the attraction at all times!” It did have a single, thin, creeperwoven

rope to hold on to on the left.

“Look,” Stefan was saying, as quietly and intently as Elena had ever heard him

speak, “we can hold onto each other. We can go go one by one, very slowly—”

“NOOO!” Bonnie put into that one word a psychic shriek that almost defeaned

Elena. “ No, no, no, no, NO! You don’t understand! I can’t DO IT!” She flung her

backpack down.

Then she began laughing and crying at the same time in a full-blown attack of

hysterics. Elena had an impulse to dash water in her face. She had a stronger

impulse to throw herself down beside Bonnie and shriek, “And neither can I! It’s

insane!” But what good would that do?

A few minutes later Damon was talking quietly to Bonnie, unaffected by the

outburst. Stefan was pacing in circles. Elena was trying to think of Plan A, while a

little voice chanted inside her head, You can’t do it, you can’t do it, you can’t do it,

either.

This was all just a phobia. They could probably train Bonnie out of it—if, say, they

had a year or two.

Stefan, on one of his circular trips near her, said, “And how are you about

heights, love?”

Elena decided to put a brave face on it. “I don’t know. I think I can do it.”

Stefan looked pleased. “To save your hometown.”

“Yes…but it’s too bad nothing works here. I could try to use my Wings for flying,

but I can’t control them—”

And that kind of magic is simply not available here, Stefan’s voice said in her

mind.

But telepathy is. You can hear me, too, can’t you?

They thought of the answer simultaneously, and Elena saw the light of the idea

breaking on Stefan’s face even as she began to speak.

“ Influence Bonnie! Make her think she’s a tightrope walker—a performer since

she was a toddler. But don’t make her too playful so she doesn’t bounce the rest of

us off!”

With that light in his face, Stefan looked…too good. He seized both Elena’s

hands, whirled her around once as if she weighed nothing, picked her up, and

kissed her.

And kissed her.

And kissed her until Elena felt her soul dripping off her fingertips.

They shouldn’t have done it in front of Damon. But Elena’s euphoria was clouding

her judgment, and she couldn’t control herself.

Neither of them had been trying for a deep mind probe. But telepathy was all they

had left, and it was warm and wonderful and it left them for an instant in the circle of

each other’s arms, laughing, panting—with electricity flashing between them.

Elena’s whole body felt as if she’d just gotten a sizable jolt.

Then she pulled herself out of his arms, but it was too late. Their shared gaze

had gone on much too long, and Elena felt her heart pounding in fear. She could

feel Damon’s eyes on her. She barely managed to whisper, “Will you tell them?”

“Yes,” Stefan said softly. “I’ll tell them.” But he didn’t move until she actually

turned her back on Bonnie and Damon.

After that she peeked over her shoulder and listened.

Stefan sat down by the sobbing girl and said, “Bonnie, can you look at me?

That’s all I want. I promise you, you don’t have to go across that bridge if you don’t

want to. You don’t even have to stop crying, but try to look me in the eye. Can you

do that? Good. Now…” His voice and even his face changed subtly, becoming

more forceful—mesmerizing. “You’re not afraid of heights at all, are you? You’re

an acrobat who could walk a tightrope across the Grand Canyon and never turn a

hair. You’re the very best of all your family, the flying McCulloughs, and they’re the

best in the world. And right now, you’re going to choose whether to cross over that

wooden bridge. If so, you’ll lead us. You’ll be our leader.”

Slowly, while listening to Stefan, Bonnie’s face had changed. With swollen eyes

fixed on Stefan’s, she seemed to be listening intently to something in her own head.

And finally, as Stefan said the last sentence, she jumped up and looked at the

bridge.

“Okay, let’s go!” she cried, picking up her backpack, while Elena sat staring after

her.

“Can you make it?” Stefan asked, looking at Elena. “We’ll let her go first—there’s

really no way she can fall off. I’ll go after her. Elena can come after me and hold on

to my belt, and I’m counting on you, Damon, to hold on to her. Especially if she

starts to faint.”

“I’ll hold her,” Damon said quietly. Elena wanted to ask Stefan to Influence her,

too, but everything was happening so fast. Bonnie was already on the bridge, only

pausing when called back by Stefan. Stefan was looking behind him at Elena,

saying, “Can you get a good grip?” Damon was behind Elena, putting a strong hand

on her shoulder, and saying, “Look straight ahead, not down. Don’t worry about

fainting; I’ll catch you.”

But it was such a frail wooden bridge, and Elena found that she was always

looking down and her stomach floated up outside her body and above her head.

She had a death-grip on Stefan’s belt with one hand, and on the woven creeper

with the other.

They came to a place where a slat had detached and the slats on either side

looked as if they might go at any moment.

“Careful with these!” Bonnie said, laughing and leaping over all three.

Stefan stepped over the first chancy slat, over the missing one, and put his foot

on the next.

Crack!

Elena didn’t scream—she was beyond screaming. She couldn’t look. The sound

had shut her eyes.

And she couldn’t move. Not a finger. Certainly not a foot.

She felt Damon’s arms around her waist. Both of them. She wanted to let him

support her weight as he had many times before.

But Damon was whispering to her, words like spells that allowed her legs to stop

shaking and cramping and even let her stop breathing so fast that she might faint.

And then he was lifting her and Stefan’s arms were going around her and for a

moment they were both holding her firmly. Then Stefan took her weight and gently

put her feet down on firm slats.

Elena wanted to cling to him like a koala, but she knew that she mustn’t. She

would make them both fall. So somewhere, from inner depths she didn’t know she

had, she found the courage to take her own weight on her feet and fumbled for the

creeper.

Then she lifted her head and whispered as loudly as she could, “Go on. We need

to give Damon room.”

“Yes,” Stefan whispered back. But he kissed her on the forehead, a quick

protective kiss, before he turned and stepped toward the impatient Bonnie.

Behind her, Elena heard—and felt—Damon jumping catlike over the gap.

Elena raised her eyes to stare at the back of Stefan’s head again. She couldn’t

compass all the emotions she was feeling at that moment: love, terror, awe,

excitement—and, of course, gratitude, all at once.

She didn’t dare turn her head to look at Damon behind her, but she felt exactly

the same things for him.

“A few more steps,” he kept saying. “A few more steps.”

A brief eternity later, they were on solid ground, facing a medium-sized cavern,

and Elena fell to her knees. She was sick and faint, but she tried to thank Damon

as he passed by her on the snowy mountain trail.

“You were in my way,” he said shortly and as coldly as the wind. “If you had fallen

you might have upset the entire bridge. And I don’t happen to feel like dying today.”

“What are you saying to her? What did you just say?” Stefan, who had been out

of earshot, came hurrying back. “What did he say to you?”

Damon, examining his palm for creeper thorns, said without looking up, “I told her

the truth, that’s all. So far she’s zero for two on this quest. Let’s hope that as long

as you make it through they let you in the Gatehouse, because if they’re grading on

performance we’ve flunked. Or should I say, one of us has flunked?”

“Shut up or I’ll shut you up,” Stefan said in a different voice than Elena had ever

heard him use before. She stared. It was as if he’d grown ten years in one second.

“Don’t you ever talk to her or about her that way again, Damon!”

Damon stared at him for a moment, pupils contracted. Then he said, “Whatever,”

and strolled away.

Stefan bent down to hold Elena until her shaking stopped.

And that’s that, Elena thought. An ice-cold rage gripped her. Damon had no

respect for her at all; he had none for anyone but himself. She couldn’t protect

Bonnie from Bonnie’s own feelings—or stop him from insulting her. She couldn’t

stop Bonnie for forgiving. But she, Elena, was done with Damon. This last insult

was the end.

The fog came in again as they walked through the cavern.

“D amon doesn’t mean to be such a—a bastard,” Bonnie said explosively. “He’s

just—so often he feels like it’s the three of us against him—and—and—”

“Well, who started that? Even back riding the thurgs,” Stefan said.

“I know, but there’s something else,” Bonnie said humbly. “Since it’s only snow

and rock and ice—he’s—I don’t know. He’s all tight. Something’s wrong.”

“He’s hungry,” Elena said, stricken by a sudden realization. Since the thurgs

there had been nothing for the two vampires to hunt. They couldn’t exist, like foxes,

on insects and mice. Of course Lady Ulma had provided plenty of Black Magic for

them, the only thing that even resembled a substitute for blood. But their supply was

dwindling, and of course, they had to think of the trip back, as well.

Suddenly Elena knew what would do her good.

“Stefan,” she murmured, pulling him into a nook in the craggy stone of the cave

entrance. She pushed off her hood and unrolled her scarf enough to expose one

side of her neck. “Don’t make me say ‘please’ too many times,” she whispered to

him. “I can’t wait that long.”

Stefan looked into her eyes, saw that she was serious—and determined—and

kissed one of her mittened hands.

“It’s been long enough now, I think—no, I’m sure, or I would never even attempt

this,” he whispered. Elena tipped her head back. Stefan stood between her and the

wind and she was almost warm. She felt the little initial pain and then Stefan was

drinking and their minds slid together like two raindrops on a glass window.

He took very little blood. Just enough to make the difference in his eyes between

still green pools and sparkling, effervescent streams.

But then his gaze went still again. “Damon…” he said, and paused awkwardly.

What could Elena say? I just severed all ties with him? They were supposed to

help one another along these trials; to show their wit and courage. If she refused,

would she fail again?

“Send him quick then,” she said. “Before I change my mind.”

Five minutes later Elena was again tucked into the little nook, while Damon turned

her head back and forth with dispassionate precision, then suddenly darted forward

and sank his fangs into a prominent vein. Elena felt her eyes go wide.

A bite that hurt this much—well, she hadn’t experienced it since the days when

she had been stupid and unprepared and had fought with all her strength to get

free.

As for Damon’s mind—there was a steel wall. Since she had to do this, she had

been hoping to see the little boy who lived in Damon’s inmost soul, the one who was

the unwilling Watch-Keeper over all of his secrets, but she couldn’t even thaw the

steel a little.

After a minute or two, Stefan pulled Damon off of her—not gently. Damon came

away sullenly, wiping his mouth.

“Are you okay?” Bonnie asked in a worried whisper, as Elena rummaged through

Lady Ulma’s medicine box for a piece of gauze to staunch the unhealed wounds in

her neck.

“I’ve been better,” Elena said briefly, as she wrapped up her scarf again.

Bonnie sighed. “Meredith is the one who really belongs here,” she said.

“Yes, but Meredith really belongs in Fell’s Church, too. I only hope they can hold

on long enough for us to come back.”

“I only hope that we can come back with something that will help them,” Bonnie

whispered.

Meredith and Matt spent the time from 2:00 A.M. to dawn pouring infinitesimal drops

from Misao’s star ball onto the streets of the town, and asking the Power to—

somehow—help them in the fight against Shinichi. This brisk movement from place

to place had also netted a surprising bonus: kids. Not crazy kids. Normal ones,

terrified of their brothers and sisters or of their parents, not daring to go home

because of the awful things they had seen there. Meredith and Matt had crammed

them into Matt’s mother’s second-hand SUV and brought them to Matt’s house.

In the end, they had more than thirty kids, from ages five to sixteen, all too

frightened to play, or talk, or even to ask for anything. But they’d eaten everything

Mrs. Flowers could find that wasn’t spoiled in Matt’s refrigerator and pantry, and

from the pantries of the deserted houses on either side of the Honeycutts’.

Matt, watching a ten-year-old girl cramming plain white bread into her mouth with

wolfish hunger, tears running down her grimy face as she chewed and swallowed,

said quietly to Meredith, “Think we’ve got any ringers in here?”

“I’d bet my life on it,” she replied just as quietly. “But what are we going to do?

Cole doesn’t know anything helpful. We’ll just have to pray that the un-possessed

kids will be able to help us when Shinichi’s ringers attack.”

“I think the best option when confronted by possessed kids who may have

weapons is to run.”

Meredith nodded absently, but Matt noticed she took the stave everywhere with

her now. “I’ve devised a little test for them. I’m going to smack every one with a

Post-It, and see what happens. Kids who’ve done things they regret may get

hysterical, kids who’re already just terrified may get some comfort, and the ringers

will either attack or run.”

“This I have to see.”

Meredith’s test lured out only two ringers in the whole mob, a thirteen-year-old

boy and a fifteen-year-old girl. Each of them screamed and darted through the

house, shrieking wildly. Matt couldn’t stop them. When it was all over and the older

kids were comforting the younger ones, Matt and Meredith finished boarding up the

windows and pasting amulets between the boards. They spent the evening scouting

for food, questioning the kids about Shinichi and the Last Midnight, and helping

Mrs. Flowers treat injuries. They tried to keep one person on guard at all times, but

since they had been up and moving since 1:30 A.M., they were all very tired.

At a quarter to eleven Meredith came to Matt, who was cleaning the scratches of

a yellow-haired eight-year-old. “Okay,” she said quietly, “I’m going to take my car

and get the new amulets Mrs. Saitou said she’d have done by now. Do you mind if I

take Saber?”

Matt shook his head. “No, I’ll do it. I know the Saitous better, anyway.”

Meredith gave what, in a less refined person, might have been called a snort. “I

know them well enough to say, excuse me, Inari-Obaasan; excuse me, Orime-san;

we’re the troublemakers who keep asking for huge amounts of anti-evil amulets, but

you don’t mind that, do you?”

Matt smiled faintly, let the eight-year-old go, and said, “Well, they might mind it

less if you got their names straight. ‘Obaasan’ means ‘grandma,’ right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“And ‘san’ is just a thingy you put at the end of a name to be polite.”

Meredith nodded, adding, “And ‘a thingy at the end’ is called an ‘honorific suffix.’”

“Yeah, yeah, but for all your big words you’ve got their names wrong. It’s Orimegrandma

and Orime-Isobel’s-mother. So Orime-Obaasan and Orime-san, too.”

Meredith sighed. “Look, Matt, Bonnie and I met them first. Grandma introduced

herself as Inari. Now I know she’s a little wacky, but she would certainly know her

own name, right?”

“And she introduced herself to me and said not just that she was named Orime,

but that her daughter was named after her. Talk your way out of that one.”

“Matt, shall I get my notebook? It’s in the boardinghouse den—”

Matt gave a short sharp laugh—almost a sob. He looked to make sure Mrs.

Flowers wasn’t around and then hissed, “It’s somewhere down at the center of the

earth, maybe. There is no den anymore.”

For a moment Meredith looked simply shocked, but then she frowned. Matt

glared darkly. It didn’t help to think that they were the two most unlikely of their group

to quarrel. Here they were, and Matt could practically see the sparks flying. “All

right,” Meredith said finally, “I’ll just go over there and ask for Orime-Obaasan, and

then tell them it was all your fault when they laugh.”

Matt shook his head. “Nobody’s going to laugh, because you’re going to get it

right that way.”

“Look, Matt,” Meredith said, “I’ve been reading so much on the Internet that I

even know the name Inari. I’ve come across it somewhere. And I’m sure I would

have made…made the connection…” Her voice trailed off. When Matt turned his

eyes down from the ceiling, he started. Meredith’s face was white and she was

breathing quickly.

“Inari…” she whispered. “I do know that name, but…” Suddenly she grabbed

Matt’s wrist so hard that it hurt. “Matt, is your computer absolutely dead?”

“It went when the electricity went. By now even the generator is gone.”

“But you have a mobile that connects to the Internet, right?”

The urgency in her voice made Matt, in turn, take her seriously. “Sure,” he said.

“But the battery’s been kaput for at least a day. Without electricity I can’t recharge

it. And my mom took hers. She can’t live without it. Stefan and Elena must’ve left

their stuff at the boardinghouse—” He shook his head at Meredith’s hopeful

expression and whispered, “Or, should I say, where the boardinghouse used to

be.”

“But we have to find a mobile or computer that works! We have to! I need it to

work for just a minute!” Meredith said frantically, breaking away from him and

beginning to pace as if trying to beat some world record.

Matt was staring at her in bewilderment. “But why?”

“Because we have to. I need it, even just for a minute!”

Matt could only gaze at her, perplexed. Finally he said, “I guess we can ask the

kids.”

“The kids! One of them has got to have a live mobile! Come on, Matt, we have to

talk to them right now. ” She stopped and said, rather huskily, “I pray that you’re

right and I’m wrong.”

“Huh?” Matt had no idea what was going on.

“I said I pray that I’m wrong! You pray, too, Matt— please!”

E lena was waiting for the fog to disperse. It had come in as always, bit by bit, and

now she was wondering if it would ever leave, or if it were actually another trial

itself. Therefore, when she suddenly realized she could see Stefan’s shirt in front

of her, she felt her heart bound for joy. She hadn’t messed anything up lately.

“I can see it!” Stefan said, pulling her up beside him. And then, “Voilà…”—but in a

whisper.

“What, what?” cried Bonnie, bounding forward. And then she stopped too.

Damon didn’t bound. He strolled. But Elena was turning toward Bonnie at the

time, and she saw his face as he saw it.

In front of them was a sort of small castle, or large gateway with spires that

pierced the low clouds that hung above it. There was some kind of writing over the

huge cathedral-like black doors in front, but Elena had never seen anything like the

squiggles of whatever foreign language it was.

On either side of the building, there were black walls that were nearly as tall as

the spires. Elena looked left and right and realized that they disappeared only off at

the vanishing point. And without magic, it would be impossible to fly over them.

What the boy and girl in the story had discovered only by following the walls for

days, they had simply walked straight into.

“It’s the Gatehouse of the Seven Treasures, isn’t it, Bonnie? Isn’t it? Look!”

Elena shouted.

Bonnie was already looking, both hands pressed against her heart, and for once

without a word to say. As Elena watched, the diminutive girl fell to her knees in the

light, powdery snow. But Stefan answered. He picked up Bonnie and Elena at the

same time and whirled them both. “It is!” he said, just as Elena was saying “It is!”

and Bonnie, the expert, gasping, “Oh, it really, really is!” with tears freezing on her

cheeks.

Stefan put his lips to Elena’s ear. “And you know what that means, don’t you? If

that is the Gatehouse of the Seven Treasures, you know where we are standing

now?”

Elena tried to ignore the warm, tingling sensation that shot up from the soles of

her feet at the feeling of Stefan’s breath on her ear. She tried to focus on his

question.

“Look up,” Stefan suggested.

Elena did—and gasped.

Above them, instead of a fog bank or incessant crimson light from a sun that

never stopped setting, were three moons. One was enormous, covering perhaps a

sixth of the sky, shining in swirls of white and blue, hazy at the edges. Just in front

of it was a beautiful silvery moon at least three quarters as big as it was.

Last, there was a tiny moon in high orbit, white as a diamond, that seemed to be

deliberately keeping its distance from the other two. All of them were half full and

shone down with gentle, soothing light on the unbroken snow around Elena.

“We’re in the Nether World,” Elena said, shaken.

“Oh…it’s just like in the story,” Bonnie gasped. “Exactly like. Even the writing!

Even the amount of snow!”

“ Exactly like the story?” Stefan asked. “Even to the phase of the moons? How

full they are?”

“Just exactly the same.”

Stefan nodded. “I thought they would be. That story was a precognition, given to

you with the purpose of helping us find the largest star ball ever made.”

“Well, let’s go inside!” cried Bonnie. “We’re wasting time!”

“Okay—but everyone on your guard. We don’t want anything to go wrong now,”

Stefan said.

They went into the Gatehouse of the Seven Treasures in this order: Bonnie, who

found that the great black doors swung open at a touch, but that she could see

nothing, coming in from bright sunlight; Stefan and Elena, hand in hand; and

Damon, who waited outside for a long time in the hopes, Elena thought, of being

deemed “a different party.”

Meanwhile the others were having the most pleasant shock since they’d taken

the Master Keys from the kitsune.

“Sage—Sage!” Bonnie shrilled as soon as her eyes adjusted. “Oh, look, Elena,

it’s Sage! Sage, how are you? What’re you doing here? Oh, it’s just so good to see

you!”

Elena blinked twice, and the dim interior of the octagonal room came into focus.

She went around the only piece of furniture in the room, the large desk in the

middle. “Sage, do you know how long it seems? Did you know that Bonnie almost

got sold for a slave at a public auction? Did you know about her dream?”

Sage looked as he always had to Elena’s eyes. The bronzed, terminally fit body,

like a model of a Titan, the bare chest and bare feet, the black Levi’s, the long

spiraling tangles of bronze hair, and the strange bronze eyes that could cut steel,

or be as gentle as a pet lamb.

“Mes deux petits chatons,” Sage was saying. “My two little kittens, you have

astounded me. I have been following your adventures. The Gatekeeper is not

provided with much entertainment and is not allowed to leave this fortress, but you

were most brave and amusing. Je vous félicite. ” He kissed first Elena’s hand and

then Bonnie’s, then embraced Stefan with the Latin two-cheeked kiss. Then he

resumed his seat.

Bonnie was climbing Sage as if she were a real kitten. “Did you take Misao’s star

ball full of Power?” she demanded, kneeling on his thigh. “Did you take half of it, I

mean? To get back here?”

“ Mais oui, I did. But I also left Madame Flowers a little—”

“Do you know that Damon used the other half to open the Gate again? And that I

fell in too, even though he didn’t want me? And that because of that I almost got

sold as a slave? And that Stefan and Elena had to come after me, to make sure I

was okay? And that on the way here Elena almost fell off the bridge, and we’re not

sure if the thurgs are going to make it? And do you know that in Fell’s Church the

Last Midnight is coming, and we don’t know—”

Stefan and Elena exchanged a long, meaningful glance and then Stefan said,

“Bonnie, we have to ask Sage the most important question.” He looked at Sage. “Is

it possible for us to save Fell’s Church? Do we have enough time?”

“ Eh bien. As far as I can tell from the chronological vortex, you have enough time

and a little to spare. Enough for a glass of Black Magic to see you off. But after

that, no dawdling!”

Elena felt like a crumpled piece of paper that had been straightened and

smoothed. She took a long breath. They could do it. That allowed her to remember

civilized behavior. “Sage, how did you get stuck way out here? Or were you waiting

for us?”

“ Hélas, no—I am assigned here as punishment. I got an Imperial Summons that I

could not ignore, mes amis. ” He sighed and added, “I am just Out of Favor again.

So now I am the ambassador to the Nether World, as you see.” He waved a

languid hand around the room. “Bienvenue.”

Elena had a sense of time ticking away, of precious minutes being lost. But

maybe Sage himself would do something for Fell’s Church. “You really have to stay

in here?”

“But assuredly, until mon père —my father ”—Sage said the word savagely and

resentfully—“relents and I am allowed to return to the Infernal Court, or, much

better, to go my ways without ever returning. At least until someone takes the pity

on me and kills me.” He looked inquiringly around the group, then sighed, and said,

“Saber and Talon, they are well?”

“They were when we left,” Elena said, itching to get on with their real business

here.

“Bien,” Sage said, looking at her kindly, “but we should have your entire group in

here for the viewing, no?”

Elena glanced at the doors and then again at Stefan, but Sage was already