The Wonders of Vale: 18

‘We have to get them out,’ said Miranda, rejoining us. She was still bristling with fury, and stalked more than walked through the rain, her face a perfect thundercloud. ‘We can’t leave them like this.’

I hesitated, picturing the chaos we would create if we somehow broke the magickal bindings which held the griffins and their ilk spellbound. ‘We—’

‘Ves,’ said Miranda. ‘Help me or not as you choose, but I will not leave this town until these creatures are free.’ Her fists balled as though she might hit me.

I raised my hands. ‘Hey. We’re on the same—’ I stopped. I couldn’t say we were on the same side anymore, because we… weren’t. Were we? At least not technically. ‘We have the same goals,’ I said instead. ‘I don’t want to leave these poor beasts like this any more than you do — and I’m damned if I’ll even think about leaving without Addie. But we have to think about this.’

Jay made a slight noise. When I glanced his way, he’d adopted an expression of bland innocence. ‘I said nothing,’ he informed me.

I made a face at him. ‘I know I’m fond of barging in without thinking things through, and sometimes it’s the best approach — you don’t have time to over think, and basically talk yourself out of what has to be done. But you of all people know, Jay, that sometimes it’s just insane. Isn’t that what you keep telling me? And this is one of those times. This place is… way beyond us. We are far, far out of our magickal league here.’

‘We could…’ said Miranda, and stopped.

‘Exactly,’ I said. ‘Em? Could you get anywhere near those enchantments? Even with the lyre?’

‘I doubt it,’ she said.

‘Maybe we could do it together,’ said Miranda, and looked at me with the eyes of hope. ‘All four of us. We’re strong as a group.’

Strong as a group. Fine words from the woman who’d very lately abandoned her group, and tossed us to the wolves to boot.

Not the time, Ves.

I pushed my ugly thoughts aside, and tried to consider the question on its own merits.

‘Even as a group,’ said Jay. ‘We’re outclassed. It’s not even about quantity or potency of magick. Even if we were as strong in magick as the people here, we don’t know what to do with it. It’s beyond us in every conceivable way.’

He was right, painful though it always is to admit one’s shortcomings.

A rather depressed silence fell. My eyes followed the passage of a far-off griffin as it soared helplessly upon the tossing winds.

‘But,’ said Emellana unexpectedly. ‘We do know how to cause chaos.’

I looked at her.

‘Or at least,’ she amended, regarding me with a twinkle in her eyes, ‘Ves does.’

Jay was ungentlemanly enough to smirk. ‘Are you kidding? She’s famous for it.’

‘Positively legendary,’ Emellana agreed.

‘Hey,’ I said. ‘I’m standing right here.’

Jay beamed at me. ‘And here’s your chance to shine.’

‘How would that even help?’ I demanded. They weren’t wrong. I probably could cause quite the ruckus, and the utter madness of the magick of Vale might aid rather than impede me. But what would it achieve?

‘This is a system of perfect order,’ said Jay. ‘And it is beautifully done, perfectly maintained. Those beasts out there — the unicorns back on the farms — they could be clockwork pieces in a giant mechanical system. It’s glorious. But the downside to such structures is, they do not adapt well.’

Emellana was nodding in agreement. ‘The proverbial spanner in the works. Make enough of a mess, Ves, and I think we may see some interesting results.’

‘And that,’ Jay added, with a glance at Miranda, ‘we may very well manage as a group.’

‘With our lady of chaos to guide us,’ said Emellana, bowing her head in my direction.

I wasn’t sure I liked what bordered upon aspersions upon my character, but since I could hardly argue that they were unjust, I let it pass. ‘I’m as willing to make a mess as you could wish me, I assure you,’ I said.

‘A productive, useful mess,’ interrupted Emellana.

‘Quite. But I’m still hopelessly outclassed out here. Did we forget that part?’

‘But,’ said Emellana. ‘We do have this.’ And the damned lyre was back in her hands, its moonlit strings glittering in the rain.

‘Woah.’ I took two big steps backwards. ‘I thought that was off-limits.’

Em,’ said Jay, scowling, and started towards her. ‘We agreed—’

‘We did,’ she said, unruffled. ‘But consider. This instrument has been soaking up magick ever since we arrived here. It is, at this time, far more powerful than it has ever been before, or likely will again. It almost overcame even me, when I wielded it just now. It is what we need. And who better to give it to than one whose peculiar affinity with the thing might just work in our favour?’

‘And what about its effect on Ves?’ Jay demanded.

Emellana looked at me. ‘Have you ever played this lyre before?’

‘No. No one would let me.’ I signified my general agreement with this judgement by putting my hands behind my back. ‘I don’t think they were wrong, either.’

‘Why is that?’

‘Because just looking at it is enough to overset me.’ I tried not to suit actions to words and gaze moonily at the pretty thing, and failed.

‘So I see.’ Emellana sat in thought, her fingers lightly stroking the moonsilver or skysilver or whatever it was that made up the lyre’s graceful curves. ‘I have heard of nothing that would account for that effect,’ she said at last. ‘I think, Cordelia Vesper, that it will have to come down to courage. You will not know what you can do with this lyre — or what it will do to you — until you try it.’

I attempted a smile, though my guts were churning. I can’t explain what that thing does to me but I don’t like it. ‘An exciting new round of Trial and Error,’ I said, with a glance at Jay.

He tried to smile, too, and failed. His dark eyes were worried. ‘Are you up for it, Ves?’

‘Addie’s out there,’ I said. ‘I brought her here. I can’t leave her here. If there’s no other way…’

Emellana smiled faintly, serenely confident. ‘I believe all will turn out well.’

‘Oh, you do?’ I said politely. ‘That is a great comfort.’ I swallowed, and added, ‘Sorry. That was rude.’

I was surprised by the wide grin that swept over Emellana Rogan’s face. ‘Wonderfully,’ she agreed.

‘Right.’ I stood straighter. ‘We need to be fast. The dregs of those awful potions won’t last us much longer. I don’t know about you, but I can feel crazy-insane Ves creeping up on me with every passing half-hour. Mir?’

‘Yes,’ she said, appearing at my elbow.

‘The griffins are your business. I’m hoping they’ll be groggy and confused more than violently angry when we’ve broken them out, so you shouldn’t be in too much danger, but… be careful. Right?’

‘Right. I—’ She broke off, biting her lip.

‘What is it?’

‘I don’t know how to handle griffins. You’ve seen more of them than I have.’

‘That’s okay,’ I said, with a bright, bright smile. ‘None of us has any idea what we’re doing.’

Her answering smile was sour. ‘Excellent.’

‘Welcome to my world. Though not quite. You know more about magickal beasts than anyone, and you’ve all the magick you need to help you. I may despise you at this time, but I know you can do this. Jay?’

‘Right here.’

I sought out the flickering, pale shape of Adeline far above, and pointed. ‘Addie. I’m going to bring her back down here somehow. Will you… catch her? Not literally,’ I hastened to add.

He smiled faintly. ‘I’ll take care of her.’

‘Thank you. And pup…’ I had to chase to catch up with her, but I scooped her up, and gave her to Emellana. ‘Keep her safe,’ I said. ‘Please.’

Emellana took a firm grip upon my wriggling pup. ‘She will be well,’ she promised.

‘Great. Well.’ I looked up at the sky, out over the darkening, drenched town, and finally at Jay. ‘Here goes nothing?’

‘You’ll be okay,’ he said, looking steadily at me.

I could have reminded him about the lengths he’d gone to to keep me away from the lyre, but that was a waste of time. ‘Listen. If I end up as a plate of pancakes again, I’m relying on you to turn me back.’

‘But you love pancakes.’

‘And I’d prefer to remain a pancake-loving Ves than… a pancake.’

He smiled. ‘I’ll hang onto you.’

‘Thanks.’ I took a deep breath. I wasn’t worried about pancakes, exactly, only the absolutely unpredictable effects of putting that lyre into my, of all, hands — and doing it out here, when we were magick-swamped already, and mad around the edges.

I’d make a mess, no doubt about that. And what would be left of me once I’d finished?

What would be left of Vale?

No time to worry about that now. Emellana was right; the only way to find out what would happen was to dive in.

‘Lyre, please,’ I said.

Emellana tucked Goodie under one arm. She beckoned strangely at a button on her shirt, which shone, and twisted, and became a tiny, rapidly-growing lyre. In another moment, she was holding out the real, full-sized thing to me.

‘Nice glamour,’ I said.

She inclined her head in grave acceptance of the compliment. ‘It is one of my better arts.’

‘I’d say so.’ I steeled myself, and held out one hand to the dangerously beautiful instrument.

It called to me. My fingers itched as they neared the lyre, and then began to burn with a heat I found both abrasive and comforting.

The cursed thing began to shine with a light that was… purple. My very favourite shade thereof.

‘You are so determined to seduce me,’ I muttered, and with a deep breath I made a grab for it.

The gleaming silvery metal proved warm under my hands, soothing like a hearth-fire in winter — and terrifying, like a house-fire literally whenever.

And I, little Cordelia Vesper, went up like a torch.

The Wonders of Vale: 17

I don’t know that I want to describe what Vale means by the term “lift”. Let’s just say that the inhabitants of that fine town have stronger stomachs than you or I.

We were… conveyed… to the summit of (for lack of a better name for it) Mount Vale, and when we had finished shrieking (me), gibbering (Miranda), cursing (surprisingly, Jay), and shaking (Emellana), we were at leisure to notice a few things about it.

One: the wind. One might expect a high wind up at such a height, certainly, but the hair-tossing, screaming, ferocious wind we encountered up there was… shall I call it vindictive? I stood braced at the summit, the peculiar, motley town of Vale spread far below me, hanging onto my shirt for grim death because the damned mischievous mistral seemed intent upon wresting it from me.

‘Everyone all right?’ I yelled over the noise, and I’m fairly sure no one heard so much as a syllable.

Two: Unusual light conditions. The afternoon was wearing on by then, but it shouldn’t have been anywhere near dark yet. At the top of Mount Vale, though, a deep, glimmering twilight reigned, and attractive as it was, I found the effect foreboding.

Three: magick. I ought perhaps to have mentioned that first, because Emellana’s instincts were promptly proved more or less right. If Vale in general was a magick-drowned town, up there was the centre, the source of it all, and no wonder the light and the weather weren’t right. Nothing could be, in a mess like that. Magick thrummed through the ground beneath my feet, and set my bones vibrating. Magick made my head swim and my heart pound; magick made me mighty and weak, shallow and profound, pink and purple— no, lost the train of thought. Magick. Made it difficult to think clearly.

I shut my eyes for a while, hoping by that means to force my disordered brain to focus.

It worked. Sort of.

What we didn’t find up there was much of anything but wind and whimsy and gloaming. Unsurprising, perhaps? What manner of structure could survive such conditions? If it withstood the weird weather, it couldn’t resist the magick. Five minutes, and it would make a bubble of itself and float away, or stalk back down the mountain again on chicken legs.

I mean, anything was possible up there. Anything.

There were griffins, though.

Oh my, were there griffins.

I’ve been up close and personal with a griffin or two before. You may recall. The first time, I was convinced I was about to get eaten, and didn’t get much chance to examine the creature. The second time was better, but still… I’ve never been so close to a griffin before, nor had such leisure to admire it.

They’re beautiful, and terrifying. Majestic. Magnificent. Vast, all muscle and feather and hide, wreathed in magick of a potency I couldn’t have dreamed of only a few weeks ago.

And that was bad, because Mir was right: these creatures were wrong. They wafted past us on the wing, utterly oblivious to our presence, dancing upon those currents of air with the grace of butterflies. Lightning — not light at all, but raw, intense magick — glittered around them, darting from wing to wing, crackling over their backs and igniting their claws with white fire. There was far too much there, far, far more than the griffins of Farringale had borne. And still they ignored us.

We stood in awed silence for a time, watching as those mighty beasts circled slowly around the summit of Mount Vale, and around us, standing motionless at its centre. And I realised that the winds and the griffins danced in tandem, and in a pattern perfectly regular. Like automated figures on a cuckoo-clock, their perfect circuit never varied.

Strong enchantments, indeed.

I realised that Jay was attempting to get my attention. This occurred to me only when he put his lips two inches away from my left ear and yelled, ‘Ves!’

What?’

‘Em’s using the lyre,’ he screamed. ‘Forgive me.’

He swept me up in a brutal… embrace, I couldn’t quite call it, for it was restraining, not affectionate. His hands clamped over my eyes, blocking out my view of those magnificent griffins. My objections went unheeded, and Jay proved as strong as an ox; nothing that I did loosened his grip one bit.

I was grateful for it a few moments later, for whatever Em was doing with that lyre was… like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Emellana Rogan began to play; the ancient lyre’s thrumming notes sounded over the arcane winds at Mount Vale; and around me, the world went insane.

It began with a heightening of the already mad winds, until a veritable cyclone spun around and around us. Only, some part of it must have been no wind at all, or we would have been swept up into the skies. A sensation as of powerful currents tore at my clothes and my hair and howled in my ears; over the tumult, I distantly heard a griffin shriek.

Then came a tide of rain, like an ocean flipped upside down and poured upon our shrinking heads. My clothes clung to my skin, icy-cold, and I struggled to breathe through air turned to torrents of water. Colours flooded my mind, rain turned moon-pale and ice-white, eventide-blue and moss-green and every conceivable variation of hue, and shining like drowned stars. Did I imagine it? Throughout, the feel of Jay’s hands tucked firmly over my eyes did not lessen, and still he held on.

Emellana’s music turned haunting, morose. Its melody melded with the winds, took the rains inside itself and spun it out again in a ripple of strident notes.

I began to see things.

Visions filled my turbulent mind, sense and nonsense hopelessly jumbled together. I saw a litter of snow-white cubs with striped tails, which became goldnoses — all of them my pup, like little clones — and then they were changed to lirrabirds, like Miranda’s. My mind’s eye filled in with gleaming, tawny-amber colour, something that shimmered like polished jewels; downy feathers ringed the gleaming sphere, a mote of black at its centre, and I realised I stared deep into the eye of a griffin.

An enraged griffin. A fathomless anger was there, and a din filled my ears as of a thousand griffins screaming in unison.

A unicorn, its hide rippling in waves of shifting colours. Its horn vanished, reappeared, multiplied; wings sprouted and faded; it melted into a pool of pale water and disappeared.

A mighty troll took its place, a figure towering so high in my mind’s eye that the world fell away before him. He wore a crown I’d seen before, and in his face was a granite resolve tinged with incipient madness.

I saw a tide of magick — a chaotic flood of colour, sound, light, cacophonic music — sweep over a Britain I knew, leaving nothing unchanged in its wake.

Is this what people come to the peak for? I thought, distantly, and dissolved into a mirth I knew to be inappropriate, but could not contain.

‘It’s all right, Ves,’ Jay murmured in my ear, and I could hear him, though he spoke softly. The howl of the winds had died. ‘Are you okay?’

I wasn’t immediately sure how to answer. It took me three long seconds to remember that Ves was me, my own name, and the man behind me with his hands over my face was Jay, and we’d come to this place of shrieking insanity for a good reason.

What was it?

‘It’ll come to me,’ I said aloud.

‘I’ll take that as no,’ said Jay, though he carefully loosened the grip of one hand, and I regained a glimmer of sight in my right eye.

And hastily closed it again, tight, for the gloaming somehow blazed with light, more brightly than high noon, though it was a pallid rather than a vivid glow, and everything ethereally a-shimmer.

Emellana stood in the centre of it like a goddess, taller than seemed possible, and her eyes were afire with the same light.

The lyre, to my mixed disappointment and relief, was no longer in her hands, and the music was gone.

‘So it’s been an interesting half-hour,’ I commented, as I waited for my seared eye to stop watering.

‘Could say that,’ Jay agreed.

I thought I heard someone sobbing. ‘They’re enslaved,’ Miranda was saying. ‘Slaves.

Who? I wanted to ask, but realisation dawned as my sluggish brain caught up, and I didn’t need to. She meant the griffins, of course, and the unicorns.

Including my Adeline.

Emellana’s shoulders sagged. She swayed like a young tree in the wind, and would have fallen had not Jay and I hastened to catch her. We helped her to sit down, and she did so without appearing to notice the seeping wet earth beneath her, or the wind driving rain into her eyes. ‘I am very well,’ she insisted, smiling up at us, and I wondered how much the deep magick of that place, and whatever she had done to it, had addled her brain. If at all.

‘It is an old spot, you know,’ she said after a little while, looking around at the gloomy hilltop. ‘Ancient. Much older than Torvaston and his court. I found layers of magick running deep, so deep…’ She stopped speaking, and stared mistily over the landscape. ‘The griffins have always been here,’ she continued at length. ‘The griffins, and their like. The enchantments which bind them, however, are much newer.’

‘How much newer?’ I said.

‘Measurements of time are arbitrary constructions,’ she said, smiling vaguely at me. ‘It is impossible to determine anything of that kind from the traces I have lately read. I could not say this number of hundred years ago, or since that event. I can only say, that they have permeated the earth and the air of this place, but not to any great depth.’

I thought about that. ‘If I understand you rightly, you mean to say that they probably were not laid down by Torvaston, or anybody else, as much as four centuries ago.’

‘Perhaps not, indeed,’ Emellana agreed.

‘But I saw him,’ I said. ‘At least, I am fairly sure it was him.’

Emellana’s gaze turned upon me, and, at last, sharpened. ‘Saw him?’ she echoed.

‘I had visions,’ I elaborated, looking first at Em and then at Jay. ‘Surely it wasn’t just me?’

Jay just looked at me.

‘Oh. Well, I saw… everything was very confused. I don’t quite know what much of it was. Enraged griffins, chaotic unicorns, and a troll king…’ I could dredge nothing more concrete out of my churning thoughts.

‘A king?’ said Jay. ‘How do you know he was a king?’

‘Because he was wearing a crown.’

‘That would narrow it down,’ Jay agreed.

‘And we saw that crown in the museum at Farringale,’ I continued.

‘Are you certain?’

‘Perfectly. Though, I cannot say that it means anything. I may have added that detail myself, or interpreted the crown in question as one that was familiar to me. It was a… confusing experience.’

Jay said, thoughtfully, ‘That might be so. Otherwise, it’s going to be hard to explain how you saw Torvaston here wearing a crown he left behind in the old Britain.’

‘It could be a mental construction of Ves’s own,’ Emellana said, some of her old calm returning. ‘Time will tell, I suspect.’ She levered herself to her feet, leaning heavily upon me and upon Jay, and stood in silence for a moment.

I began to wonder what had become of Miranda, and my pup. The latter I saw trotting gaily through the rain, apparently untouched by it, though her fur was slicked with wet. It took rather more effort to locate Miranda. I saw her at last, far on the other side of the hill, a bedraggled, sopping-wet figure with her face turned up to the rain, searching the sky. She’d got as close as she could to the griffins, whose regular flight patterns brought them nearest to that side of the hill.

‘Is she right?’ I said, nodding in Miranda’s direction. ‘Are they truly enslaved?’

‘Oh, yes,’ said Emellana. ‘It is not mere pacification, or coercion. They are absolutely bound, stripped of all independent thought, or capacity for independent action. It is the type of magick long banned in our Britain.’

‘And here they’re using it to farm ancient mythical creatures like cattle,’ I said, feeling unusually grim. And it wasn’t just because I was wet to the skin and I had snakes coiling in my hair.

The Wonders of Vale: 16

The thick, creamy paper shimmered, and lines etched in black ink began to appear, snaking across the pages. Torvaston’s map of the Vales of Wonder was first rendered, and then the ragged outlines of a mountain range. Helpful as Mauf’s recreation was, I still couldn’t see anything on it that would explain Wyr’s apparent interest.

But one thought did enter my head.

‘Mountains,’ I said, and pointed at the one before us (even if it was only a tall hill, in truth).

‘What?’ said Jay.

‘Griffins. Wherever we’ve seen griffins, we’ve seen high ground.’

‘We’ve only seen griffins twice.’

‘I know, but—’

‘Twice could be a coincidence. You need three for a pattern.’

‘Fine. I’ll bet you a stack of pancakes as tall as that hill that these Hyndorin Mountains are stuffed full of griffins.’

‘That,’ said Jay, looking way, way up, ‘would be a lot of pancakes.’

‘I am confident of winning.’

‘To say the least.’

‘And that would make three, wouldn’t it?’

‘Mm. I think I won’t take that bet.’

‘Jay! Why not?’

‘Because if you eat that many pancakes you’ll explode, and we need you.’

I smirked. ‘You know I’d win, too.’

‘I suspect you might be onto something, let’s put it that way.’

We were fast approaching the base of the hill, now. Vale had been built right up against it; some of its houses were built straight into the hillside. ‘I get the impression this town was once more populous than it is now,’ I said. ‘It’s too big for its population.’

‘Could be,’ Jay agreed. ‘This has to be the old quarter.’

He was right, or so I judged. The houses nearer the great hill were timber-framed structures, though not all of them would own up to the fact. Some sported stucco frontages in improbable colours, and like the newer parts of the town, they were… unusually animated. Chimney pots sprouted from roofs and exploded into clouds of dust; a grasshopper sitting upon the step of one such home suddenly expanded to thirty times its regular size, chirruped loudly, and shrank again; one house grew bored of its ground floor, apparently, and shifted the rooms upwards, taking a stretching set of steps up with it.

‘Are they actually doing all that?’ I said plaintively. ‘Or is it me that’s deranged, and all this is going on in my own head?’

‘That cottage is growing a hat,’ said Jay calmly. ‘It’s a blue stovepipe, and there’s smoke coming out of — oh, it’s a chimney.’

A glance verified these words to be perfect truth, but I wasn’t altogether sure that made it any better. ‘Moving swiftly on,’ I said.

Miranda was way ahead of us, already climbing the hill, her legs pumping. Did she mean to power straight to the top? ‘Ves!’ she suddenly yelled, turning. ‘Get up here!’

‘What?’ I shouted back. ‘Why?’

She was pointing, up and behind me. I spun — and saw a familiar-looking winged unicorn swooping past far overhead, though where she had acquired that shell-pink colour I couldn’t have said. It was certainly Addie, though. For one, she was still wearing the silvery harness. For another… it’s been ten years for us. I’d know her anywhere, whatever colour she wore.

I began to run, pulling my pipes out of my shirt as I went. It’s not easy to run uphill and play a wind instrument at the same time, let me tell you, but such was my relief at seeing Adeline hale and unharmed that I spared no effort. By the time I reached Miranda I was winded and, most likely, lobster-red in the face, but I was playing Addie’s song with every scrap of breath I could muster.

She heard me. I don’t know how I could tell, but I had no doubt.

She didn’t come down.

‘She’s up there for a reason,’ I said, relief giving way to curiosity.

‘She’s not the only one,’ said Miranda. ‘I’ve counted five winged unicorns up there since we left the Emporium. Ves, they’re as messed up as the griffins. Look. Watch her.’

We stood there for some time, watching intently as Adeline soared far over our heads. Mir was right: others joined the aerial dance from time to time, weaving in and out of Addie’s path with such perfect grace, the display looked… choreographed. And Addie was part of it.

‘The griffins are the same,’ said Miranda after a while.

Jay joined us, Emellana leaning on his arm. Formidable she might be, but a steep hill proved a challenge after all. For some reason, I was reassured by this sign of ordinary mortal weakness — and glad we had Jay to think of things like that. All thought but of Addie had gone out of my head.

‘It is some kind of enchantment, holding them there,’ said Emellana, slightly breathlessly. ‘I can feel it, even from down here.’

I looked keenly at her. ‘Why?’

‘It is a familiar magick, to me. It is a variation on a series of charms sometimes used at Mandridore.’

‘Where at Mandridore?’

She returned my gaze in silence for so long, I thought she would not answer. But at last she said: ‘The Royal Menagerie.’

‘There’s a Royal Menagerie?’

‘It is not a matter for public knowledge,’ said Emellana. ‘The creatures there are highly endangered, and, I need hardly add, highly valuable.’

‘What creatures?’ I said. ‘This is important, Em.’

‘There are three unicorns, two of them winged. One griffin, though she is of such age, it is not thought that she will live more than another few years. Dragons of several species, two of them pygmy. A lirrabird, such as Miranda now possesses.’ She inclined her head in Mir’s direction. ‘A goldnose, like your pup; that is a very new acquisition. In fact, we have a breeding pair. Assorted other species, I need not name them all. Suffice it to say that it is the broadest, and rarest, collection of its type in Europe.’ She amended that to, ‘In our Europe.’

It crossed my mind to wonder how the Court had got hold of a pair of goldnoses, until I remembered Alban. He’d had one or two secret assignments out at the fifth that he hadn’t shared with me, hm?

Jay said, ‘And they’re under enchantment?’

‘Minor behavioural influences, that is all,’ said Emellana. ‘A pacifying charm, commonly used by those of Miranda’s profession. They are not controlled, precisely, but they are… encouraged in certain directions.’ She nodded at the unicorns winging over our heads, and the griffins farther beyond. ‘This is a much, much stronger version of it.’

‘But what are they being compelled to do?’ I said. ‘They’re just circling.’

‘If I may be permitted,’ said Emellana. ‘I’d like to use the lyre.’

‘It isn’t mine,’ I said bluntly.

But she was looking at Jay.

‘Ves needs to be protected,’ he said.

‘Hey,’ I objected. ‘I’m standing right here.’

He ignored me. ‘She’s at risk from the lyre, in ways we don’t yet understand.’

‘I don’t need protecting,’ I growled.

‘Don’t take it personally,’ Jay said, briefly squeezing my hand. ‘Everyone needs help from time to time.’

‘Fine,’ I sighed. ‘What are you doing with the lyre, Em?’

‘I intend to ascend to the summit,’ she said. ‘I suspect that most major, truly compelling magicks in this town have been performed from up there, particularly those affecting the beasts hereabouts. I would like to read the traces. But we are dealing with ancient, unusually potent magicks, and I will require aid. The lyre is the tool I need.’

Not for the first time, I wondered at Milady’s apparent ability to anticipate the needs of any given assignment unusually early, and to arrange for their being available. Once or twice, I’d almost plucked up the courage to ask her if there were by chance any fortune-tellers in her family tree. But I never had. It’s not like she’d tell me the truth if I did.

Meanwhile, we had more immediate problems. I tilted back my head, shading my eyes against an insistent drizzle of rain, and took a good, long look at just how far away the summit was. The hill might have been only a hill, not a true mountain, but it would still take us over an hour’s solid climbing to reach the top. And Emellana was a thousand years old. ‘Forgive me,’ I said to her. ‘But you can’t climb that.’

‘No,’ she agreed, smiling. ‘I was thinking the same thing.’

‘We need chairs,’ said Jay, looking around, as though he might see an abandoned dining set standing forlornly amidst the rubble and bracken of the hillside.

I said nothing, assailed by a feeling of disquiet. We were in a hurry, too much of a hurry to go trawling back down the hill looking for chairs to thieve. And we were in such a hurry because the deep, deep magicks of Vale were getting the better of us, minute by minute. The effects might yet be mostly cosmetic, but that would change. I did not want to be halfway up the hill, airborne and in charge of a tricky array of charms to keep us that way, when the magicks of Vale overwhelmed my sanity.

But how else could we ascend the hill, if we couldn’t climb and we couldn’t fly?

I conveyed some of this.

‘Right,’ said Jay. ‘True. Okay. But, this is the fifth Britain. The henge complexes, and the bubble transports, tell us that there’s major magickal infrastructure. And if Emellana is right, and a lot of important stuff has happened at the peak, then what are the chances that someone’s installed an easier way to the top by now?’

‘High!’ I enthused.

‘It will be at the bottom,’ said Jay.

I stared in mild dismay at the distance between us and the ground. Hard-won, in Emellana’s case. ‘Down we go, then,’ I said heartily, and off we went. Rain made for damp ground, and our progress was more of a slither-and-slide than a stout trek, but we made it back to town-level in one piece. Or indeed, four pieces.

It was Jay’s happy thought to cut down on the searching by snagging the first passerby he saw: a reassuringly ordinary-looking man, with only a glowing jewel through his nose to remind us of where we were.

‘The peak?’ he repeated.

I did not at all see why this concept was proving hard to grasp, but I pointed upwards, just to be clear. ‘The peak,’ I agreed.

He blinked at us. ‘You’re sure?’

‘Why… wouldn’t we be?’ I said.

His smile was faint. ‘There’s a lift,’ he said. ‘Around that way.’ He indicated a winding path that snaked away to my right.

‘Thank you, kind sir.’

Jay didn’t budge. ‘Is there anything up there we should know about?’ he asked.

Our friendly interlocutor shrugged. ‘All the things you’d go up the peak for, correct?’ With which superlatively unhelpful statement, he turned away, and left us to our fate.

‘Apparently,’ I said, with a winsome smile, ‘we look like people who know what we’re doing.’

Jay looked from me, to Miranda, to Emellana, palpably in doubt. ‘Uh huh.’

I had to see his point. Emellana might have an air of formidable wisdom, but she was rather elderly, and looking tired to boot. Miranda looked more distracted even than usual, her clothes were in holes, and moths were crawling out of her hair.

As for me, who knew? But I had a feeling that a head full of flowers was only the beginning.

‘We’re people who know what we’re doing,’ I repeated more firmly.

Jay nodded. ‘And if you say something often enough, it becomes true.’

‘Always.’

I looked up and up, gazing for a moment at the distant heights of the mini-mountain before us. The rain returned, dropping fat, chilly droplets into my eyes. ‘Addie’s up there,’ I said.

‘Together with a lot of other beasts that need our help,’ Miranda added.

Jay nodded, and squared his shoulders. ‘Are we ready for this?’

‘Let me at ‘em,’ I said.

He smiled, but without mirth. ‘Then up we go.’

The Wonders of Vale: 15

I wondered if I’d heard correctly. ‘One second,’ I said. ‘To make four or five batches?’

‘I’d think so. I mean, I’m not an alchemixer, but—’

‘Tylerin’s Suppressants are made out of unicorn horns?’

‘The very finest,’ she said, with horrible cheer. ‘And every bottle’s steeped in unicorn hair, and, um… traces of dragon blood… I’ve got the literature on it somewhere.’

I interrupted her search for a no doubt horrifically informative leaflet. ‘That’s okay, I don’t need to read about it.’

She stopped searching, and thankfully took the horn from me. ‘So five batches, then?’ she said.

I took a moment to grope for words, and to dispense with the raging I was sorely tempted to embark upon. ‘I don’t quite… I mean, how is it a suppressant if the stuff pumps us full of magickal elements?’

‘I know it seems confusing, but it’s really very clever,’ she enthused. ‘Tylerin theorised that the effects of Vale, and other potent sources of magick, are due to an imbalance between the environment and the subject. You’re overwhelmed because you yourself are significantly less magickal than your surroundings. Do you see? So the suppressant actually bumps up your magick rating until it’s more comparable with the environment, and then you can move through even a strong magickal surge more or less safely.’

‘More or less,’ I repeated.

‘These are calibrated for Vale,’ she said. ‘We sell a range of grades adjusted for body mass and magickal talent, but unless you get a dose custom-made for yourself there’ll be some variation in the results.’ She brightened. ‘Would you like custom doses? Our best alchemixer is in today, and she’d be delighted to assist you.’

‘No!’ I said, backing away. Whatever the consequences might prove to be, I couldn’t bring myself to imbibe any more of Benbollen’s wondrous elixirs now that I knew what went into them.

‘I mean, I know it’s not much different from eating a burger, when I happen to think well of cows,’ I said a little later to Jay, once we stood in a mildly disconsolate knot on the pavement outside the shop. ‘I still can’t bring myself to drink any more of it.’

I observed what appeared to be a suppressed shudder in Jay. ‘That’s sort of why I don’t eat burgers,’ he said. ‘But I take your point.’

‘You… you don’t?’

Jay shook his head. ‘Vegetarian.’

I blinked. ‘I feel I ought to have noticed that before now.’

He grinned. ‘I don’t really expect you to pay that much attention to my quirks.’

‘This place is vile,’ said Miranda with energy, erupting from the shop behind us. She had remained behind, for the pleasure of wrangling with the shop assistant. I doubted her attempts at remonstrating with them over the morality of their business had been productive of much. She stalked past us into the street, stiff with rage.

‘Have they seen the error of their ways?’ I called after her.

She merely bristled — visibly — and declined to answer.

Emellana smiled faintly, and said nothing.

‘We’d better work fast,’ said Jay. ‘If we aren’t using any more suppressants. Or whatever they are.’

‘Right.’ I forced my spinning brain to focus. ‘Griffins. Torvaston. Magickal surges. Um…’ I hauled Mauf out of my bag and wandered after Miranda, keeping half an eye out for… cars? No. We hadn’t seen hide nor hair of a car in all of the fifth Britain. ‘Mauf, have you had chance to brush up on Torvaston’s magnum opus?’

‘The fragmentary sections of it you have yet seen fit to give me?’ said Mauf. ‘Yes, madam.’

‘The rest is coming, I swear, whenever the scholars at Mandridore have finished translating it. Is there anything juicy in what we’ve got?’

‘Anything on the topic of griffins in particular,’ Jay put in.

‘Or unicorns,’ I added. ‘Dragons, any such creatures.’

‘It distresses me more than I can express to disappoint you, madam,’ said Mauf, apparently ignoring Jay. ‘But there is little on those subjects among the lost king’s notes.’

‘Notes?’ I echoed. ‘I thought this was his great work of scholarship. And therefore, you know, finished.’

‘Perhaps it may prove to be, once I receive the rest. But the majority of the material I have yet received is in note form.’

‘Very well. Can you give us a precis of what it says?’

Farringale is a source of some of the purest and most potent magick I have ever encountered,’ quoted Mauf, and added as an aside, ‘I paraphrase, madam, you understand.’

‘I do indeed. Paraphrase away. We’re in a hurry.’

‘Right.’ Mauf cleared his throat. ‘In full flow, it is like an ocean; an unstoppable tide, engulfing all in its wake. And yet, it does not destroy. It empowers. Those whose strength and might are such as to permit them to harness such a force — of what may such magicians not prove capable? The most remarkable feats of magick lie within our grasp, if only we can learn to ride these waves. Imagine the prospects! Our Britain, transformed by magick.

‘I look into the future, and see — decline. This must not be. I will not permit it. The means to avert this future lie in my own hands; of this I am certain. And Farringale is, must be, the key.

Mauf paused in his recitation. ‘There is a deal more in this general style, madam, but I would not judge that it serves to illuminate the matter further. I shall skip to…’  He paused, and I pictured him mentally leafing through pages. ‘Ah. There is a single mention of “great birds”, which we may take, with reasonable confidence, to mean the griffins; but I should not like to be quoted upon that.’

‘Understood, Mauf.’

‘The great birds of Mount Farringale dwindle in number,’ continued Mauf. ‘Even as the tides of magick dissipate. In my lifetime alone, the ocean has become a sea; in future years, shall there be nothing of it left? What is the reason for this decline? I make it my life’s work to understand its causes, and to reverse it. This I vow.’

‘I wonder,’ I mused. ‘Was that how Farringale came to fall? Did Torvaston try to reverse the decline, and succeed a little too well?’

‘His notes do not yet make that clear, madam,’ said Mauf.

‘Is there anything about another Britain?’ Emellana put in.

‘I am getting to that, my lady,’ said Mauf coldly.

‘My apologies,’ said Emellana, gravely, but with a small smile.

Mauf sniffed. ‘There is a degree of waffle on the subject of other shores. Ahem. So like Farringale, and yet so other. Here magick fades; there it burgeons. What crucial differences render the patterns thus? In what fashion do we fail? The answers lie otherwhere, and thither I go.

‘He could have been talking about any place,’ I said. ‘He never mentions another world.’

‘No, but he has not mentioned a city either,’ said Emellana. ‘We may fairly conclude that he was speaking of this Britain. We do know, beyond reasonable doubt, that he came here.’

She was right. Don’t go looking for complications, Ves. ‘Is that it, Mauf?’ I said.

‘That is it, as you put it. At least, I doubt that you are much interested in his musings on his own personal state of health, or his growing dependency on the magickal flow, as he puts it.’

‘We might be. What does he say?’

‘Briefly,’ put in Jay. ‘In a hurry, recall.’ I’d been so focused on what Mauf was saying that I hadn’t paid much attention to where we were going. Fortunately, Jay had, and I was so used to wandering along in his wake that I had followed him without thinking. We had left the Elixir Emporium behind, and much of the town with it. The mountain around whose base Vale was built loomed before us, bigger with every step we took. Miranda had her gaze fixed firmly upon the distant, wheeling figures far above us, and I remembered what she’d said about the oddities of their flight patterns.

‘Mir,’ I began, but changed my mind when she did not look round. Time for that later. ‘Sorry,’ I said to Mauf, collecting my scattered wits. ‘What does Torvaston say about dependency?’

‘A deal about the sweet, intense sensations,’ answered Mauf. ‘It seems he developed a habit of being mountain-side whenever the surges happened, for he deemed that the centre. Indeed, in perusing his notes I wonder whether he spent much time anywhere else, after a while.’ Mauf was speaking very rapidly, Jay’s urgency infecting him. ‘He began it in hopes of better understanding the nature of the flow, and discovering a way to improve its potency once more. He may not have been aware himself of its increasing hold over him; his coherence decreases in such a fashion as to lead me to suspect that he was…’

‘What?’ I prompted, when Mauf trailed off.

‘Losing his marbles, I believe is the phrase?’

‘Ah. Well. Considering our own less than stellar performances when under the influence of an extreme magickal flow, I wouldn’t be surprised. If you’re not used to it, it’s…’

‘Intense,’ offered Jay.

Sweet,’ I added, and swayed. My hair was a mass of flowers. Jay sported a short, gleaming-white pair of horns peeking from among his tousled black hair. Miranda looked to be growing wings, though she was not yet aware, except for perhaps an itching sensation at her shoulder-blades, for she kept rolling her shoulders in irritable fashion.

Emellana, as ever, appeared unaffected.

I really wondered about her.

‘Mauf,’ said Emellana, even as I formed the thought.

‘Yes, my lady.’

‘You have spent some little time in close quarters with that lost scroll-case, have you not?’

‘Yes, my lady. I found it an uncouth companion, much puffed up in its own conceit.’

‘Indeed?’ One white brow lifted. ‘Why is that, do you imagine?’

‘In the way of books, scrolls and other such volumes,’ said Mauf, ‘there can be no denying that the case is especially well-dressed.’

‘You refer to the jewels.’

‘Yes, my lady. Furthermore, it appeared to think itself a composition of enormous importance.’ Mauf’s tone grew indignant. ‘And this in spite of the fact that it boasted an array of mere scribblings, from the pen of an incompetent scribe! I would be embarrassed to call myself a work!’

‘Curious,’ Emellana remarked. ‘It did not happen to share with you its reasons for imagining itself so significant?’

‘No, my lady.’ Mauf hesitated. ‘I found its manner obnoxious, and did not encourage its further acquaintance. I apologise if I have thus erred.’

‘I do not imagine I would have acted differently,’ she said graciously.

‘Thank you, madam.’

‘Interesting,’ I said. ‘And I could have sworn it had nothing on it but a hastily-outlined map of the Vales.’

‘And the Hyndorin Mountains,’ Jay reminded me.

‘Yes, though… it did not seem, in either case, that anything of note was marked upon it. Did it?’

Jay was frowning, shook his head. ‘Not that I recall.’

‘Would you perhaps like to verify the information?’ Mauf offered.

‘Wait,’ I said, stopping in the middle of a placid residential street full of sleepy bungalows. ‘What?’

‘I believe I can recall the details of the maps, if you should like to see them again.’

‘Yes!’ I said. ‘Yes, please. Definitely.’ I opened Mauf’s covers to the first blank page he had, and waited.

The Wonders of Vale: 14

‘I’m really going to need those pipes,’ I said in a smouldering voice. I’m surprised I didn’t set fire to Wyr’s stupid hat.

‘Like I said,’ he answered. ‘I’ll trade you.’

‘You don’t understand. I can’t get her back without those pipes.’

Wyr, at last, stopped juggling. ‘You mean to say,’ he said slowly, ‘that these pipes can summon Majestics?’

‘No. Just one particular one, and only if I do it.’

‘How convenient.’ He patently did not believe me.

A flicker of colour caught my eye. Some small, darting thing dived down upon Wyr, and flashed away again.

And the Wand was gone from his grasp.

‘What?’ His head came up, the pipes momentarily forgotten. Eyes narrowed, he looked hard at me. ‘How did you do that?’

‘You figure it out,’ I said, with a smile. Let him chew on that.

Meanwhile, Miranda — for it had been she — whispered something to the bright blue bird in her grasp, and let it fly again.

This time, it returned with Orlando’s glassy-looking toy.

Wyr’s quick gaze caught some part of its return flight, for he whirled in Miranda’s direction. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ he spluttered. ‘A Majestic and a gods-blessed lirrabird?’

I turned a questioning gaze upon Miranda, for I’d heard that name before. Lirrabirds were listed in Dramary’s Bestiary. They were as fast as hummingbirds and not much larger, but remarkably strong for their diminutive size, and they responded well to training. They were sometimes referred to as the little winged wizards, because — as this one had just demonstrated — they were highly magickal, and difficult to deter by wizardly means. They’d made quite the pests of themselves among magickal communities, some few hundred years ago.

They were also extinct, at least on our Britain.

And now Miranda had a pet one.

‘Ancestria Magicka pays well, hm?’ I said.

‘You’re one to talk,’ said Miranda. ‘Do you know what I would have given for a tame unicorn?’

Ack. Had my friendship with Addie somehow fuelled Miranda’s dissatisfaction? Was I part of the reason why she’d jumped ship?

I shook off the thought. Now wasn’t the time to try to explain how Adeline and I had come about. ‘Handy,’ I offered instead, for to be fair, that lirrabird had just saved our hides.

Miranda gave a crooked smile, and tossed my pipes to me. ‘You know,’ she said, ‘you could ask Addie what she’d like done about Wyr.’

‘I reckon she wouldn’t like him much,’ I said, tightly clutching my pipes.

Miranda’s smile widened. ‘I reckon the same.’

So I lifted my precious pipes to my lips and I played Addie’s song.

And I waited.

She didn’t come.

‘So much for the pipes,’ muttered Wyr. He looked about at all of us with an expression much aggrieved, and added, ‘And so much for the easy mark.’ With which words, he stalked off, back towards the town.

‘Good riddance,’ I said, emulating Emellana’s inhuman calm, though my insides were tying themselves in knots. What had become of Addie? ‘Question,’ I said, as Miranda handed my Wand back to me. ‘What did he mean about horns, teeth and bones?’

‘Wondering the same thing,’ said Miranda laconically, and turned a worried gaze upon the herd of unicorns behind us. ‘You know, these… they’re odd, too. See how still they are?’

She was right; they were as placid as cows, if not more so. They had a listless look about them. ‘Wingless, all of them,’ I observed.

‘Makes sense if you want to hang onto them,’ said Miranda, her frown deepening.

‘Though we saw some winged ones, near the hill,’ I said. ‘Right?’ We hadn’t seen any since.

‘It looks like a farm,’ said Jay. ‘Unicorn… milk?’

‘Milk, and hairs from the manes and tails,’ I said, remembering snippets of lore from the days of yore, back when unicorns had been more common in our Britain, too. Though there’d never been enough of them for entire farming operations, nor had they ever been… tamed, enough.

This was something else.

‘Milk, hair,’ said Miranda darkly. ‘Horns, bones and teeth. Every part of a unicorn is magick-drenched, isn’t it?’

‘That’s why they’re so rare at home,’ Jay said. ‘Griffins, too — all the ancient mythicals, the deeply magickal creatures. Kings building thrones out of unicorn horns, people paying small fortunes for strands of unicorn hair or griffin claws or dragon’s teeth, blood, scales… a damned rotten trade.’

We looked in silence at the listless herds of unicorns locked into their little paddocks, and I began to wonder. Was the fifth Britain more intensely magickal because they hadn’t slaughtered all their most magickal creatures, the way we had? Or was it because they had taken the general idea, and run with it? Was it because they’d taken to farming their griffins and unicorns and dragons — not just for their potent bodily components, but also for their inherent magicks?

I began to find the wondrous Vale a fraction less charming.

Troubled about Addie, heartsick about the farms, I packed my purloined possessions back into my bag — and came up an item short. ‘Mir, the scroll-case?’

Miranda blinked, and glanced down at her own hands, as though she might find herself still carrying it. ‘Um, didn’t I already give that to you?’

I double-checked. ‘No. I’ve got the Wand, the panic button, Mauf, my pipes…’

‘It isn’t on me,’ said Miranda, looking stricken.

‘Your bird definitely got it back?’

‘Yes.’

I glanced at Emellana, and Jay. ‘Anybody else got it?’

They both shook their heads. ‘Wyr?’ Jay growled.

Doubtless. ‘Damn that little sneak,’ I sighed. ‘No wonder he wandered off.’

‘He’ll be on the other side of bloody Vale by now,’ said Jay.

Emellana looked more thoughtful than outraged. ‘Now, why did he take that one article, and not the others?’ she said.

‘Because it’s smothered in jewels?’ I offered.

‘Does that not seem mundane, as an attraction for a person like Wyr?’ said Em. ‘He struck me as consistently more interested in objects of magickal or arcane significance.’

Like “Majestic” unicorns, for example. ‘But the scroll-case hasn’t a scrap of magick about it,’ I said. ‘Has it?’

‘Not that I could discern,’ said Emellana. ‘Nor has it ever been the subject of any past magicks.’

‘That may not be true for much longer,’ said Jay.

I raised a brow in his general direction.

‘Well, what can Wyr want with it?’ he said. ‘It’s of no use as a map, and I don’t see why he would need one anyway. He’s obviously very familiar with Vale. It’s got to be something to do with its provenance. He played down the significance of Furgidan the Dispossessed, even in Vale, but he could’ve been lying.’

‘I’d say that one never told a word of truth in his life, if he could help it,’ I muttered, and gave a sigh. ‘So we need to get that back. Along with my poor lost Adeline, and then we can proceed with the mission.’ I had to think for a moment to remember what that even was.

Torvaston’s expedition to the Vales of Wonder. What, where, when, how, and why.

Right.

I shook my head to clear it, without much success. ‘How long do those potions last?’

Emellana looked at me. ‘Your hair’s growing flowers again.’

‘I was afraid of that.’ I hefted my shoulder bag. ‘Next stop, the potion shop,’ I said, and made it two steps before my darling pup came running up, ears perky, tail furiously a-wag.

She had a severed unicorn horn in her mouth.

‘Oh,’ I said upon a long sigh, and took it from her. ‘Thanks, pup.’

Little Goodie Goodfellow grinned a huge puppy grin at me, immensely pleased with herself.

The Potion Shop was actually called, with rather greater sophistication, Benbollen’s Elixir Emporium, and to call it eye-opening would be to sadly understate the case. I wondered how Emellana had kept her implacable cool, turned loose in the place by herself not long since, for it was like walking into a sweet-shop at the approximate age of five. What had that woman even seen, in her long, long life, to be so unimpressed? For the shop was vastly larger on the inside than it had any right to be, considering the very modest proportions we’d glimpsed from outside. It was also… taller. Far taller. The ceiling was up there somewhere, I could almost swear it. But, like the library at Mandridore, it was far distant, and obscured by floating wisps of cloud.

Every wall was crammed with shelves, and every shelf was crowded with elixirs. They were presented in bottles of every size, shape and material — not just glass, ladies and gents, because why stop there? These were amethyst and onyx and granite and silver and a host of substances I couldn’t identify. Those that were clear displayed potions of every possible colour, many of them unusually active. They swirled and rippled and bubbled and glittered and spun in their elegant bottles, and I could’ve cheerfully stayed all year until I’d had chance to try every single one of them. Or at least to learn what they did.

Seldom have I seen such a wealth of colour… and magickal possibility.

I inched nearer to Emellana, who stood with her usual poise in the centre of the shop floor, glancing occasionally at some potion or another with an expression of polite interest. She could not be so totally unmoved as she appeared. Surely.

‘Ever seen anything like this at home?’ I asked her.

‘No,’ she said, but then added, ‘Well. The markets at Cairo in the thirties were remarkable. More informally presented, of course, but full of marvels.’

‘Were?’ I echoed.

‘It’s all gone now.’ I thought I saw a trace of regret in her calm features, but couldn’t be sure.

For the first time, it occurred to me that Emellana was old enough to have seen some of our world’s magickal decline first hand. What had the world of her youth been like? I opened my mouth to ask, but shook my head. Not the time, Ves. Practical matters first. ‘Forgive me,’ I said, ‘but how did you pay for the first batch of potions?’

Her eyes gleamed with something like… amusement? A trace of smugness? But she only said: ‘The same way I paid for your pot. Your pup is an enterprising creature. She dug up a jewel not half an hour ago, which the shopkeeper appeared to consider valuable.’

I wondered briefly why pup had chosen to make Emellana the beneficiary of her peculiar brand of largesse, and let the thought go. If pup was as much inclined as I was to develop a mild crush on the magnificent older lady, I could hardly blame her.

And she had brought me the prize article, even if it was one I did not especially welcome. I retrieved the horn from my bag, trying not to look at its ragged, bloodied end. The damned thing was freshly harvested. ‘Do you think they’d accept a barter?’

A flicker of distaste crossed Emellana’s face as she looked at the horn. ‘Yes, let us dispose of it.’

I approached the proprietor, an elfin lady younger and shorter than myself, with the kind of bright, slightly fixed smile common to practiced shop assistants everywhere. ‘Welcome to Benbollen’s,’ she said cheerfully.

‘Hi,’ I said. ‘I gather you sold this lady a batch of potions earlier today.’ I indicated Emellana with a wave of my hand. Something had caught her attention and she’d wandered off.

‘Four doses of Tylerin’s Suppressants?’ she said promptly. Her gaze took in the flowers bobbing gently in my hair.

‘Right. Can I get a repeat order of that? Two, even, if this is sufficient to cover it.’ I displayed the severed horn.

‘Absolutely,’ she said, to my relief. ‘Did you want only the two? That’s enough alicorn to make four or five batches.’

The Wonders of Vale: 13

 ‘How about unicorn trader, then griffins?’ growled Wyr.

‘Sorry,’ I said briefly. ‘No unicorn, no unicorn trader.’ Not that I wouldn’t have been happy to get rid of Wyr and his attitude, but he was useful. Sometimes.

And I wasn’t yet sure how to dispense with him without compromising Addie.

Wyr grumbled something incoherent, and jammed his hat further down on his head. ‘You’ve some nerve,’ he informed me.

‘What are you going to do, steal my shoes?’

‘How about that scroll-case you mentioned?’

‘Oh?’ I considered his carefully bland face. ‘Valuable, is it?’ I hadn’t mentioned the jewels. Only the fact that it was defaced by a map — drawn by Furgidan.

Wyr opened his mouth, and shut it again with a snap. ‘You I dislike,’ he said.

I ignored him. Jay had found his feet, and his regular height to boot. To my relief, he was looking somewhat recovered from his Wayfinding marathon, and less grey about the face. Hopefully he could tank five or six sandwiches without throwing up, but I kept a little distance between us just in case. ‘The, uh, object in Emellana’s possession might be of use,’ he said obliquely. ‘With the scroll.’

I nodded. I’d drawn the same conclusion from Emellana’s words. Could she find traces of Torvaston, with the use of a magick-drenched lyre, her talent for tracking old magick, and the scroll-case to help her? I hoped so.

But first, the griffins.

Finding Griffin Heights proved to be a lot easier than it had in Old Farringale, to my relief. This particular hill had no interest in playing coy, or concealing itself, at least not from a near distance; it loomed over Vale, suitably solid and stationary, and we slogged through the crooked streets of the town in pursuit. There really weren’t many people living there, I judged; Wyr was right. Few of the properties we passed had a residential air about them. Many were clearly commercial properties, with at least a minimal shopfront opening onto the street, and workshops or warehouses behind.

The streets had a way of moving about. They were not doing so either for our benefit or for our inconvenience, I thought, but rather according to some purpose of their own. Roads bulged under our feet, forming slopes and little hillocks, only to dip again farther along, dropping us down and down into impromptu valleys. Sometimes they writhed like snakes before us and reconfigured themselves, curving to this side or the other of a house, and racing around corners.

One imaginative street rerouted itself right through the middle of a tall, green-painted house — with the house’s assistance, I might add, for an arched walkway blossomed around us, complete with stocky pillars.

‘How does anybody find anything around here,’ I said after a while, when the street we were following took a sudden, gleeful curve and apparently doubled back on itself.

Wyr gave a low, rather smug chuckle. ‘You’ll see,’ he said, in a tone I did not at all like.

Emellana drew nearer to me. ‘I believe there’s mischief afoot,’ she said softly.

‘Undoubtedly, with that one,’ I sighed, regretting my decision of half an hour before. Was Wyr useful, or a liability? ‘That hill really isn’t getting any closer, is it?’

‘No.’

‘It’s not getting farther away, maybe?’ I said, thinking again of Farringale.

‘No.’

Miranda was so busy studying the distant griffins’ flight patterns, I doubted whether she had noticed our navigational difficulties. Jay, though, had developed that dark frown of his, the one that means someone’s in trouble.

After a couple more minutes, he stopped in the middle of a prettily dappled cobblestone street and said: ‘Wyr.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Where are we going?’

Wyr thought about that. ‘Wherever Vale wants to take you,’ he answered, which sounded to have more truth in it than I’d expected.

‘And is that more or less where we want to go?’ asked Jay.

‘You find that out when you get there.’

Jay looked around. To our left rose a leggy cottage with a towering brown roof and great windows like eyes in its front. To our right stood a more compact building made from blue bricks, with a sign up front reading “R. B. Wimberley, Charmwright.”

‘This isn’t it,’ said Jay.

‘Then I’d suggest you keep walking,’ said Wyr.

What could we do but comply? Though it did not inconvenience us for very much longer, for after another three minutes of discontented trudging, the town melted away around us, leaving open meadow in its wake. Neatly fenced meadow, to be specific, and each enclosure was crowded with unicorns.

‘Oh, look,’ said Wyr, with a smile of pure malice. ‘The unicorn traders.’

‘And how did you achieve that?’ said Emellana, stone-faced.

‘Didn’t you hear me?’ he said, beaming. ‘This town has a mind of its own.’

‘But it can be influenced, no? Or is that not what you were doing?’

Wyr’s smile faded. ‘How is it that you—’

‘Newcomers we may be, but we are not wholly without arts. I am sometimes aware of the traces magick leaves behind, and yours has been leaving a fresh trail for the past half-hour.’

‘Well then, you figure it out,’ said Wyr. ‘In the meantime, I’ll thank you to produce that unicorn, please.’

‘There is no knowing where she’s got to,’ I said blandly.

‘Find her, then.’ He pulled something long and twinkling from a pocket and began to juggle with it.

I recognised the jewel-encrusted shapes of Torvaston’s scroll-case.

‘I knew you were a thief!’ I said.

Wyr added a second object into his juggling, which to my horror proved to be my Sunstone Wand. ‘Didn’t do much about it, did you? That’s the problem with you soft-hearted types. Too trusting by half.’ To top it all off, Orlando’s prized new invention went into rotation above his infuriating head. Jay made a grab for the nearest object — pretty nimble, I thought — but Wyr danced backwards several steps, somehow pulling his ill-gotten hoard with him.

I found myself almost as intrigued as I was furious. ‘But you—’ I said. ‘You were nowhere near me!’ How had he taken anything from my bag, not only without my noticing but without being within ten feet of me?

‘Tell you what,’ he said. ‘Give me the unicorn. I’ll not only let you have all these back, I’ll show you how I purloined them in the first place. You could use a few survival skills.’

‘I can’t give you the unicorn,’ I grated. ‘She isn’t for sale.’

‘You mean… you lied?’ Wyr turned a shocked countenance upon me. ‘But at least you aren’t a thief or something. That would be really bad.’

I groped in my shoulder-bag. To my relief, Mauf was still in there; too big and heavy to steal, perhaps. But the sleep-spheres I’d cadged from Orlando were not.

Hm.

Lucky that Jay and Emellana had kept the lyre out of Wyr’s sight.

And I still had my pipes. Next time Jay was inclined to mock me for my choice of storage space, I’d thank him to remember this day. I had them out in a trice, but before I could play more than three notes, Emellana charged in, her mouth set in a thin, furious line, and levelled a crashing punch at Wyr’s face.

It bounced off… something. Jay’s attempt to grab the little creep fared much the same.

‘Nice try,’ Wyr grinned. ‘But when you’re this short, you learn a trick or two.’

I had to admit to a grudging respect for his shielding abilities. I wasn’t bad at wards, but I couldn’t have stopped that punch.

‘Nice pipes,’ said Wyr — and then, in the blink of an eye, they too were circling over Wyr’s head in sequence with the scroll-case, the Wand, and Orlando’s unnameable thing.

‘Wha—’ I spluttered. ‘Give. Those. Back.’

My advance upon Wyr, violence filling my heart, was as ill-fated as Emellana’s. But it was satisfying to try.

‘Listen,’ Wyr said. ‘It’s been blindingly obvious from the moment I met you that you lot are… something else. I don’t know where you’re from, but you’re far out of your depth in Vale. I could run rings around you all day long. Not only that, but so could every single person here, so if you’d kindly get me that unicorn, you can have your stuff back, and I’ll be on my way.’

I didn’t love the feeling of helplessness those words created. He was right, and we knew it. I had only to think back to our utter incapacity to cope with the magickal surges of Old Farringale; if it weren’t for the potions Emellana had procured, we’d be in a similar state now.

That said, perhaps we weren’t far off it. Our wits must have been asleep ever since we’d set foot in the so-called Vales of Wonder, or we’d have got rid of Wyr already.

Even now, I couldn’t seem to think how to proceed. My brain whirled in fuzzy circles and nothing came up.

‘If you want the unicorn,’ said Jay, ‘she’ll need those pipes back.’

Wyr’s head tilted, and one brow went up. ‘Oh?’

‘Wait,’ I said. ‘Why do you want that particular unicorn anyway? I mean, look.’ I made a sweeping gesture, which took in all the paddocks before us. ‘You want a unicorn, take your pick.’ We stood not six feet away from a long, silvery fence which shimmered with magick, and behind it there must have been fifty unicorns at least. What a glorious sight they made, too, for they came in every imaginable colour. So much ancient magick was compressed into that small space, the air itself pulsed and glimmered with it.

And that was just one of the many paddocks. The horizon was a mass of colour and magick.

I spotted Miranda, hanging half over the fence, her fingers entangled in the mane of a lavender-and-white unicorn, and sighed. Thanks for the help.

That look of utter disbelief was back on Wyr’s face. ‘Do you not even know that much?’ he said incredulously. ‘Honestly, where did you dig yourselves up from?’

‘Far, far away,’ I said impatiently. ‘Someone said something about royal lines—’

‘Yes,’ Wyr all but shouted. ‘Unicorns there are aplenty, but this lot’s common as muck. Great for horns, teeth, bones, and so on, but I can’t remember the last time anybody saw a pure-bred Majestic!’ He was yelling now, but even at top volume, the word “Majestic” emerged with particular emphasis. ‘And you were just wandering around with it. I’m amazed you kept it for as long as you did.’

His words ignited a miniature panic somewhere in my belly, for he was speaking past tense, and considering how long it was since any of us had caught a glimpse of Addie, perhaps he had a point. I’d assumed she was safer out of sight, and that I could call her back with a blast of my pretty pipes. But what if I couldn’t?

What if someone had made off with her?

The Wonders of Vale: 12

‘Again?’ echoed Miranda, as a brisk wind tore yet more of her flyaway blonde hair out of its ponytail.

‘Jay has a bad habit of disappearing.’

‘Also for turning up again, yes?’

‘It’s more that I have a decent track record for tracking him down. There was that time when he was hauled off by your charming new employers, because apparently kidnapping is a valid headhunting technique. And that time Millie swallowed him up and spat him out on Whitmore. This time… Jay could have gone through any of these henges, and taken Emellana with him. But why would he? And besides, he was exhausted. I don’t know if he was capable of another jaunt through the Ways yet. So, it has to be Wyr’s doing.’ I set off down the hill, leading Addie, until I arrived at the approximate spot in which I had last caught sight of our shifty guide.

I found bottle-green grass riddled with rabbit burrows — or, something burrows. Did they have anything so mundane as a rabbit in these parts? That was it, really. A daisy or two made its presence known, smiling cheerily at me from among flourishing tufts, and the long slope of the hill rose behind me, discouragingly featureless.

‘Here,’ called Miranda, from some distance away.

I turned, and sloped off after her. She had wandered off around the other side, which made little sense to me since no one had been going that way.

But she had found something. A jutting piece of cloudy stone erupted from the grass, tucked right into the base of the hillside. At its top, a large jewel was inset. This one was green, not blue, but the general arrangement looked familiar enough.

‘Probably goes into Vale,’ Miranda suggested.

I realised that she was waiting for my approval before she tried it.

‘Surely they’d wait for us,’ I said doubtfully.

‘Not if they had a reason to hurry.’

Like Jay in a state of collapse and in urgent need of food. I looked at Addie. ‘Can we take a unicorn through that way?’

Miranda shrugged. ‘Try it.’

I tried it. Taking hold of Addie’s neck with one hand, I touched the green jewel with the other.

The world tipped and spun around me, and away I went, soaring over the deep green grass in bubble form. Probably. It isn’t easy to tell in that state.

But soon enough a second bubble came swishing up beside me, which sort of answered my question, although was this Adeline or Miranda? I couldn’t tell. I had only to wait, while I hurtled at insane speed over hill and dale, my stomach (did I still have a stomach?) turning itself inside out as we bobbed and spun in the wind.

Something changed. The bubble beside me sprouted wings, and antennae, and legs, becoming (in short) a butterfly. Its hue altered gradually from bluish to purplish and then it was a winged lemon with overlarge eyes and a tuft upon its head, sailing through the air just as though it had every right to fly.

After that it became a hedgehog, a cigar, and what looked to me like a cheese sandwich in quick succession.

‘Oof,’ I said soon afterwards, finding myself deposited with unceremonious abruptness upon a disappointingly solid floor.

I performed a brief check of my four limbs to ascertain that they were a) present, and b) suitably proportioned. They were.

‘Was it my imagination,’ I said to Miranda, who’d appeared beside me, ‘or was I not entirely bubble-shaped for some of that?’

‘You were a red cabbage first,’ said she, stretching, her eyes rather wild. ‘Then a purple potion bottle, and a dragonfly, and a golden flaming arrow.’

‘How imaginative of me,’ I murmured, looking around. ‘I’m getting the feeling this is going to be an… interesting stay… Jay!’

He sat three feet behind me, his back against the brick wall of some kind of shop, judging from the sign that hung from its eaves, though I couldn’t decipher the symbols that were painted upon it. We had fetched up in a town square, albeit an unusually circular one, and all around us were stone or brick-built shops with tall, tapering roofs and inconsistently sized windows. As I watched, the blue-slate roof of a nearby structure leisurely grew two or three feet taller, as though stretching itself, and then settled back down.

Jay was in one piece, which was nice. ‘Have you… shrunk?’ I said.

He gestured at himself with his free hand. The other held something breadish that oozed cheese, and he spoke with his mouth full of the stuff. ‘What do you think.’

He was three feet tall.

‘I may get to like being the taller of us, for a change,’ said I.

‘Wait till you see yourself.’

‘…Have you shrunk, or have I grown?!’

‘It’s more your hair.’

I checked it. ‘I have grass growing from my head,’ I said, in a very calm voice.

‘I’d classify it more nearly as hay, but yes.’

I took a deep, deep breath. ‘Right. Priorities. Where’s Adeline.’

As I spoke, a tiny unicorn zipped past my nose. Her pale coat and silvery rope harness looked familiar.

I captured her in my two hands, and sighed. ‘Emellana?’

‘She and Wyr went shopping.’

‘Wyr! I thought he had made off with you.’

‘Sorry,’ said Jay. ‘We—’

Wyr’s dusty voice interrupted. ‘You thought what? I am outraged.’

‘Sure you are.’ I watched him narrowly as he skulked into view, expecting to see some sign of alterations in him. There were none.

‘How are you unscathed,’ muttered Miranda, echoing my own thoughts. Her ratty old jumper had found a new lease of life as a gown, which would have pleased me immensely, especially since it was made of fiery autumn leaves and what looked like velvet. Or clouds. I couldn’t altogether say. Though, I couldn’t blame her for being displeased about her nose, which now more nearly resembled a beak.

Perhaps she hadn’t noticed.

‘You get used to it,’ said Wyr. ‘Your first dose of pure, prime-grade magick tends to have side effects.’ He saluted me. ‘Don’t mind the bees,’ he said. ‘They’ll leave you alone when your hair changes again.’

So that was the buzzing sound I’d been half aware of. I put up a hand to check my haystack, and found it merrily sprouting flowers.

‘I dread to ask,’ I said, letting this pass. ‘What’s become of my pup?’

Wyr pointed at a sparkly, polychromatic brick that lay in the middle of the square. As I watched, all the cobblestones around it pulsed, washing over with shifting colours.

‘She’s a brick,’ I said, keeping it together somehow. I don’t deny that I was beginning to feel just a touch… high.

‘For now. She was an alikat ten minutes ago, if an unusually small specimen. In a minute she’ll be a balloon, perhaps, or herself again.’ He wandered over, and put a glass bottle into my hand. It felt positively chilly to the touch, a quantity of amber-coloured liquid sloshing about inside it. ‘Drink that,’ he instructed.

I must have looked doubtful; I certainly felt it. He gave me a wounded look. ‘What, don’t you trust me?’

I watched in fascination as his wide-angled hat slowly sprouted an exquisite, miniature lily. ‘No,’ I said bluntly, as the world swam before my eyes.

He grinned. ‘It has your troll friend’s approval, if that helps. It’s a… let’s call it a dampener. It will moderate the effects of Vale, at least for a little while.’

The hat grew a tiny dragon, which swallowed the lily, and then disintegrated in a puff of red dust.

‘Uh huh,’ I said, dazed. A giggle escaped.

Opening the bottle, I quaffed the contents.

Emellana herself reappeared moments later. She, to my confusion, looked but little affected by the chaos; even less so than Wyr, considering his bizarre hatly antics. She saw the question in my face, for she winked at me, and briefly mimed a strumming motion.

The lyre! Did she still have it? If it absorbed magick, according to Orlando’s theory, then perhaps it was acting as an effective dampener by itself.

I wondered what configuration that much “prime-grade” magick might leave the instrument in. What might a magick-drunk lyre look like?

Anything, I supposed. Anything at all.

‘I hope we did not unduly inconvenience you,’ said Emellana. ‘Jay was in urgent need of sustenance.’

Considering Emellana’s unshakeably laid-back nature, when she said “urgent” I judged she truly meant it. ‘Thanks for feeding him,’ I said.

She smiled. ‘Wayfinding can be hungry work, and I fancy the effects in these parts are more profound.’ She surveyed Jay critically. ‘His fourth sandwich,’ she added. ‘He will be able to stand again after one or two more.’

‘How did you get him here if he couldn’t walk?’

Emellana’s response consisted primarily of an amused look. ‘How do you think?’

I remembered her height, bulk and general attitude of implacable competence, and promptly withdrew the question.

‘So,’ I said, checking my hair. Still hay. ‘What do you mean by prime-grade magick?’ I addressed this question to Wyr, who was still ambling about with a sackful of goodies.

Wyr handed a bottle of green liquid to Jay. It was supremely weird to see those two about the same height. ‘Lectures cost extra.’

‘I will kick you for free,’ I offered.

He scowled at me. ‘Why did you want to come here if you don’t know anything about Vale?’

‘To learn about Vale,’ I said.

‘Obviously,’ Jay added.

Wyr declined to follow Miranda to the other side of the square, and merely lobbed a bottle of something-blue at her instead. Thankfully, she caught it. ‘It’s a place of cultivated magick,’ he said. ‘Said to be the purest and most potent, hence grade-A.’

‘Why’s it so quiet?’ said Jay, glancing meaningfully at the empty square.

‘Considering the state of yourself,’ said Wyr, ‘Do you really need to ask.’

Jay’s smile was crooked. ‘Fair point.’

‘Most people can’t cope with it, or they choose not to. It’s not for the masses.’

‘Then who is it for?’ I asked.

Wyr shrugged. ‘It’s more of a… supplier. Most of the best magickal produce is made and packaged and shipped from here.’

‘And beasts?’ put in Miranda. ‘You implied there’s a buyer for unicorns here.’

‘Yup,’ said Wyr.

His sudden laconic fit made me suspicious. ‘What kind of buyer?’

‘Why don’t we deal with that now?’ said Wyr, his charming smile back in place. ‘Then I can get out of your hair.’

‘Absolutely,’ I said.

‘Great.’

‘But first I’m going to need to know more about the history of Vale.’

He stared at me in disbelief. ‘What do you think I am, a history professor?’

‘There must be a library, hereabouts?’ I suggested.

‘No.’

‘Local history society?’

‘No.’

‘Venerable crone of great wisdom, dispensing nuggets of magickal lore for a fee?’

‘Not exactly.’

‘Internet café?’

He blinked. ‘What?’

‘Never mind.’ Being out of ideas, I looked Emellana’s way. ‘It’s Torvaston. How do we find out if he was here?’

Wyr rubbed at his eyes. ‘Who the blazes is Torvaston.’

‘Um. You might know him as…’ I’d forgotten the name.

‘Furgidan the Dispossessed,’ Jay supplied.

‘That’s it!’

Emellana said, ‘A great troll king, said to have settled in what were once called the Vales of Wonder.’

‘And according to the storytellers of Whitmore,’ I added, ‘he just might possibly still be alive somewhere.’

‘In a manner of speaking,’ said Jay. ‘Might be a bit ghostish around the edges.’

Wyr cleared his throat. ‘The lot of you are insane, but you probably know that, don’t you?’

My heart sank. ‘So you don’t know anything about Furgidan?’

‘It’s a known name in some circles.’

‘Ah!’

‘But if you thought you were going to pop up here and have a nice chat with him, I’ll have to disappoint you. He died hundreds of years ago.’

‘Ghost?’ I said hopefully. I felt a touch of something warm against my leg, and looked down to find pup (thankfully hound-shaped) nosing at my shin.

‘Like I said,’ Wyr answered. ‘Insane.’

‘Fine, forget the ghost.’ My pup had something in her mouth. I bent down to wrestle it off her. It was a stick… probably.

‘What’s known about him?’ said Jay.

‘Not much.’ Wyr shrugged. ‘Claimed to be some kind of a king, went off to found a new kingdom with a bunch of cronies… the details escape me. Why are we caring about him when we’ve a unicorn to dispose of?’ He looked around. ‘Or we… did.’

I’d been obliged to let go of Addie some minutes earlier, when she’d developed something spiky which stung my hands. Where (and what) she was right now was beyond my knowledge, but I was not unduly worried. With Wyr on the lookout, she was probably safer as a mayfly or a waterlily than a standard-issue-sized unicorn. And I could always fall back on the pipes.

‘She’ll turn up,’ I said, and smiled. ‘Listen, what if we had something of Furgidan’s? Do you think we could find out what became of him?’

‘What, his handkerchief or his chamber pot?’ Wyr smirked. ‘Don’t be absurd.’

I was beginning to get tired of the thief.

‘That’s a lie,’ said Emellana calmly. ‘Isn’t it?’

Wyr gave her a bland stare. ‘I guarantee, Furgidan the Dispossessed’s chamber pot will get you nowhere.’

‘But something more personal might,’ said Em. ‘Mightn’t it?’

‘Like a scroll-case,’ I said. ‘With a map on it, drawn by his own hand.’

‘The unicorn trader’s this way.’ Wyr jerked his thumb in the direction of a narrow, crooked street that meandered away to my left.

‘Ves,’ said Miranda suddenly. Her tone held a note of some urgency, and I looked sharply at her. She hadn’t spoken for some minutes.

‘Yes?’

‘Those griffins.’ She pointed in the direction of the tall hill we had glimpsed an hour or two before, on Addie’s back. I followed her gaze, shading my eyes against the strong sun. ‘They’re behaving oddly.’

‘How do you mean?’

‘They’re… their flight’s too regular. It’s as though they are following some kind of circuit.’

‘That isn’t normal?’

She hesitated. ‘I haven’t had much chance to study live griffins, understand. But it doesn’t look right.’

Vague, but I’d take it. Milady was right about Miranda: few people were more to be relied upon when it came to magickal beasts. If she had a hunch… ‘What might be causing that?’ I asked.

‘I don’t know, but I want to find out.’

The Wonders of Vale: 11

In the end, we passed through five henge complexes. Jay, of course, went through each set twice in order to ferry the lot of us across. By the time Wyr stopped and said, ‘Well, here we are,’ Jay was reduced to a legless mess.

I gathered this from his recumbent posture upon the floor, limbs akimbo, his face bathed in sweat. He was breathing far too fast, and — to my mingled amusement and concern — laughing.

Wyr stood over him with his hands in the pockets of his long coat, and slowly shook his head. ‘So many reasons to use tokens like a normal person.’

‘I’m using the Ways like a normal person,’ said Jay, laughing, and then he began to cough.

‘Oops.’ I ran to help him sit up. ‘Jay, we’re going to take a little break right here. All right?’

‘I’m fine.’ He beamed sunnily up at me, and sagged in my arms like a sack of potatoes.

I let him slither back to the ground.

‘Well.’ I looked around. ‘Let’s use this time for a little reconnaissance, hm? Is this… Vale?’

I said it doubtfully, because to my admittedly inexperienced eye, there wasn’t much about the place to suggest that we had arrived anywhere significant. We had emerged at a small complex comprising only three henges, none of them large. The trio of stone circles sat atop a grassy hill in the midst of a rolling, airy plain. In one direction I could see, distantly, the edge of an evergreen forest; everywhere else was simply more grass. A desultory drizzle of rain fell from a grey sky.

‘Vale’s that way.’ Wyr pointed out at some of the grass.

‘It’s a ways off, by the looks of it,’ I said.

‘They gave up trying to put a henge complex in there,’ said Wyr. ‘Never worked.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because it’s… well, you’ll see.’ Wyr set off down the hill, hands in his pockets, whistling a jaunty tune.

I made to follow him.

And stopped, because down there in the grass, over towards the forest, I saw a string of what looked like wild horses racing by. They weren’t, of course. Even from this distance, I could see the far-off glint of the graceful horn each bore upon their forehead.

Adeline had stopped, too, and stood staring in their direction, her head high.

‘Unicorns,’ I said.

Miranda breathed something unintelligible but no doubt awed, and started down the hill at once.

‘No, wait!’ I said, cursing myself for an idiot. ‘Mir, hang on a second. We shouldn’t just blindly follow Wyr. Em, will you take care of Jay and pup for a bit while I check things out?’ And keep an eye on Miranda, I wanted to add, but didn’t.

Emellana nodded. ‘I think it wise.’

Jay had stopped laughing or coughing. He lay silent, ostensibly dazed, though his eyes opened at my words and he looked intently at me. ‘I should go with you,’ he said.

‘Nope.’

‘But—’

‘If you can prove you can stand up straight for more than twenty seconds, then you can come with me.’

It took Jay about ten to demonstrate his total incapacity for vertical posture.

‘I’ll be back soon,’ I promised.

‘I’m coming with you,’ said Miranda.

‘What?’ I said, idiotically.

She did not deign to repeat what she’d said, but instead strode towards Adeline, one hand outstretched. Addie, the traitor, permitted herself to be petted, and when Miranda swung herself up onto her back, she made no objection.

I knew Addie could carry two passengers at once; she’d done it before. I was left, then, to fume impotently, having no reasonable grounds upon which to object to Miranda’s company.

Ah, screw reasonable. ‘The fact is, Mir, I don’t trust you,’ I said.

She thought about that. ‘I can understand why you wouldn’t,’ she said. ‘Nonetheless.’ She sat there atop Addie’s back, unmoved.

I folded my arms, equally unmoved.

‘I swear you will come to no harm at my hands?’ Miranda tried, and gave me a Brownie’s Honour salute with her right hand.

‘Why are you so determined to come along?’

‘Because,’ said Miranda, with exaggerated patience, ‘if Vale proves to be as awash with griffins as you imagine, you might need me. Isn’t that why Milady wanted me along?’

‘Not untrue,’ I conceded.

‘And because I left for Ancestria Magicka in the first place because they promised me significantly enhanced access to magickal beasts of all species, both extant and extinct, and to be honest this is the first real chance I’ve had at anything of the kind. I’m not sitting up here waiting while you have all the fun.’

‘Ancestria Magicka lie, what a shocker,’ I muttered, but I stopped arguing. ‘You’re sitting behind,’ I said, in a no-nonsense tone, and joined her atop Addie’s back. ‘Right. Em, we’ll come straight back as soon as we know it’s safe. If our creepy little thief comes back… truss him up or something.’

‘The thief is at the bottom of the hill,’ said Emellana.

‘Fine. He can stay there. Hup.’ I gave Addie the signal to fly, and she extended her beautiful wings as she took off at a trot, and then a canter. I urged her in the same approximate direction Wyr had been heading in, and soon we were airborne, a strong wind blowing drizzle into our faces.

I saw Wyr as we rose into the air, watching our upward progress with an expression of mild chagrin. Did he think we were running out on our deal? I hoped he wouldn’t give Jay a hard time over it, but if he did, Emellana could handle him.

We flew for perhaps five minutes, over uninterrupted grassy hills. Then, I caught a glimpse of a cluster of buildings upon the horizon, and my heart quickened with excitement. ‘There it is!’ I shouted, and pointed.

‘I see it,’ yelled Miranda in my ear.

The town quickly grew in our vision as we raced towards it, soon proving to be quite large. Surprisingly so. Why should I be surprised? Perhaps because Torvaston’s hand-drawn map on the back of his scroll-case hadn’t suggested anything of the kind. But, it was four hundred years old. The town of Vale spread out before us, composed of an expanse of mostly low-rise buildings. There seemed to be a trend for blue paint, for some reason, for the town was predominantly cerulean and periwinkle, with white ornaments. The grey-blue waters of a wide river snaked through the settlement, glinting in lacklustre fashion in the muted light, and a network of smaller waterways wound their way through the streets.

But our attention was soon distracted from this sight, however agreeable, for right in the middle of the town rose a hill so tall it could almost be classified as a mountain. We’d seen nothing of it from a distance, which argued for its enjoying some kind of magickal camouflage; only once we were almost on top of it did it abruptly loom out of the misty skies. Its sides were unusually smooth, and thickly clad in velvety greenery. It was liberally veined with gemstones, or so I judged from the periodic flashes of colour and reflected light that caught my eye as we flew nearer.

‘Look,’ said Miranda. ‘Look!

Her arm stretched past my nose, pointing up and up. I looked.

And could almost have imagined myself back at Farringale, for whirling with majestic grace around the summit of that hill was a trio of griffins. They were high up, so high as to appear minuscule. But there was no mistaking the crackle of magickal lightning that wreathed their powerful wings.

I fumbled for the scroll-case, and pulled it open. There, in fading ink, was a shaky network of rivers generally matching those I saw before me, and a shape that could reasonably indicate the hill.

‘Rivers,’ I said. ‘Mountain. Griffins. Right.’ I put the case away again, and permitted myself one more long, greedy stare at those griffins far above. There were five by then — no, six — and they were coming down. ‘I think we’re in the right place,’ I said to Miranda.

‘Unicorn,’ she said.

‘What?’

‘Look to your left, and down.’

She was right. Way down there, just taking to the skies, was a winged horse as ethereal and lovely as my Adeline. Well, almost. Addie is, after all, the best.

‘Right,’ I said. ‘Let’s fetch the others.’

Unfortunately for us, we arrived back at the hilltop henges to find that the others were no longer there.

I stood in the centre of the three stone circles, turning about in the futile hope that I’d catch sight of Jay somewhere on the horizon. Or Emellana, eighteen feet tall and dressed in purple.

Nope.

‘For heaven’s sake,’ I muttered. ‘Not again.

The Wonders of Vale: 10

‘Hey!’ I yelled, and launched myself in Addie’s direction.

Addie had spotted him by then, too, and did her level best to take a bite out of his black, wide-brimmed hat. He jumped back, hands up in a gesture of innocence I did not at all believe.

‘Sorry,’ he said, with a bright, charming smile. ‘I couldn’t help admiring your unicorn. I’ve never seen such a perfect specimen.’

I narrowed my eyes, unimpressed. He hadn’t just been admiring Adeline, he had most definitely been creeping up on her. And who with decent intentions called a living creature a “specimen”? ‘What do you want?’ I said, taking hold of Addie’s silvery harness.

‘Where did you get her?’ said the man. Well, was he a man? He was about four feet tall, with a brownish complexion and a lean, rather haggard face. Probably not human, but whatever he might be I could not guess.

‘I didn’t “get” her anywhere because she isn’t precisely mine,’ I replied, and immediately regretted it, for his greenish eyes lit up at my final words.

‘Wild? My, my! What a piece of luck for you.’

I didn’t like the way he said that, nor the speculative way he looked at me.

‘She’s with us,’ I said firmly.

Jay joined me. I couldn’t have said why, but I appreciated his presence at my shoulder, especially when he drew himself up to his full height, arms folded, and stared hard at our unwelcome visitor.

It’s tricky to be properly formidable when you’re scarcely over five feet tall, and sporting pink hair to boot. Nice choice, Ves.

Anyway, our creepy little intruder raised his hands again and backed up a step. ‘I’m just saying. That kind of luck… she’d fetch a premium price up at Vale.’

‘Vale?’ I said sharply. ‘Do you mean the Vales of Wonder?’

He laughed. ‘Nice. And this is a cute children’s story, right?’

‘Is it the same place?’

He shrugged. ‘Probably. Are you interested or not?’

I blinked. ‘Are you actually offering us some kind of partnership?’

‘Why not? The price she’ll fetch will split several ways, no problem.’ He beamed.

Jay shifted a fraction closer, which I interpreted as a warning gesture. He needn’t have worried. I could swallow my rage when I needed to. ‘You offer us a partnership, having just tried to steal her?’ I said.

He opened wide, wide eyes. ‘Steal? Would I?’

‘I strongly suspect so, given half a chance.’

‘Well, take me up on my offer and I won’t need to.’

I glanced at Emellana. Her appearance on the scene hadn’t fazed the little creep, despite her being the best part of twice his height. She returned my look, with her odd quirk of a half-smile, and gave a tiny shrug of one shoulder.

I took that as concurrence. And if the great and mighty Em thought it a decent plan, well, okay then.

‘We accept,’ I said crisply. ‘But if you so much as lay a finger on Adeline, I’ll feed you to the dog.’

He looked in silence at pup. She’d ceased barking some minutes before, but continued to growl, showing all her tiny teeth. ‘It would take her all year,’ he said, ungenerously, but with some truth.

‘Fine. I’ll feed you to him.’ I indicated Jay with a jerk of my chin.

I don’t know what expression Jay was wearing just then, but it impressed our new partner rather more than the pup’s minuscule rage. He subjected Jay to a long, measuring look, then nodded once and held out his hand. ‘Done.’ The smile came back. ‘I’m Wyr.’

I shook the proffered hand, albeit warily. Jay didn’t. ‘Ves,’ I said. ‘Jay, Mir and Em.’ I wasn’t especially interested in handing over everyone’s full names to a thief, though I don’t know why I imagined it would matter. Our lives and identities were a world away.

Wyr looked quizzically from face to face. ‘Forgive me for asking, but, if you weren’t taking that thing up to Vale, what were you doing?’

‘Ves,’ hissed Miranda in my ear. ‘I need to talk to you.’ Since this demand came paired with a thunderous look, I didn’t feel much inclined to comply.

‘Later,’ I muttered.

‘I mean,’ Wyr continued, without waiting for a reply, ‘Scarborough’s not really the place to be if you’re looking for a big payoff.’ His eyes strayed back to Addie and he added, ‘At least, that’s what I would’ve said ten minutes ago. But luck happens, yes?’

‘A payoff?’ echoed Jay with a frown.

Now,’ said Miranda, and hauled me away by the arm.

‘What?’ I said. ‘For goodness’ sake, Miranda, if you think you have the right to—’

‘It doesn’t matter what I’ve done,’ she hissed, and I could almost feel the fury radiating off her. ‘I’ve never sunk so low as to sell a unicorn! What is wrong with you?’

I could only stare, speechless.

‘Say something!’ she all but shrieked.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ I said. ‘You don’t really imagine I’m going to sell Adeline?’

‘That’s literally what you’ve just agreed to do.’ She folded her maroon-knit-clad arms over her chest and glared at me.

‘Right!’ I said. ‘And Wyr over there has just agreed to be totally saintly and not try to screw us over the first chance he gets. I’m sure he meant every word of that, too.’

Some of Miranda’s certainty faded. ‘He’ll expect you to follow through. What are you going to do when you get to Vale, then?’

I didn’t like that you, so much. After all, we were supposed to be a we for the (hopefully short-term) foreseeable future, and that made us a team.

Then again, I hadn’t been doing a great job of treating her like a team mate, and however justified my wrath, that was hardly helpful either.

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Look, this is how the Ves-plan-of-action thing works. One obstacle at a time. All other bridges to be crossed when we get there. Once we’ve reached Vale and ascertained whether or not it is the same Vales of Wonder that we’re looking for, then we figure out how to proceed. Okay?’

‘That’s crazy.’

‘So’s borrowing trouble. There’s six of us against one of Wyr, so can we stop worrying about this and get on with it?’

‘Six?’ Miranda repeated.

‘I’m counting pup and Addie. Aren’t you?’

I think that alone of everything I’d said actually mollified Miranda, for she very almost smiled. ‘Fine,’ she said, and stalked back to Jay, Emellana and Wyr.

Wyr was talking. ‘So you just happen to have a nose-for-gold on hand and you’ve stumbled over a rare wild unicorn by some happenstance, but you’re not thieves? Sure.’

‘Thieves?!’ I stuttered. ‘What?’

‘Travellers,’ said Jay. ‘Voyagers. Explorers. Take your pick, if you like, but we aren’t thieves.’

Wyr shook his head in disbelief. ‘Do you have any idea how many opportunities you’re missing.’

‘To steal other people’s stuff? It’s not really something I think about much,’ Jay retorted.

Wyr responded with a look of frank dislike. ‘You aren’t going to be much fun, are you?’

‘Not even a little bit.’

‘Hey-ho, then,’ said Wyr, adjusting his hat, and grinned. ‘More loot for me. Shall we go?’

‘Let’s,’ I agreed.

Wyr looked at us. I realised after a second that he was waiting.

‘Oh, lead on,’ I said, smiling.

He held out his hand. ‘Token.’

‘No tokens yet. We’ve no idea where we’re going, recall?’

He didn’t withdraw his hand. ‘Money, then.’

‘We’re a bit short on that,’ I admitted.

Wyr just blinked at me.

‘But,’ I hastened to add, ‘we do have a Waymaster.’

‘And?’

‘So, we don’t need tokens.’

‘The fact that tokenless travel is against the law makes no never-mind to you, but you’re not thieves.’ Wyr smirked.

‘It… is?’ I said uncertainly.

‘There’s a tax on… where the blazes are you lot from? How can you not know this?’

‘We’re from overseas,’ I said smoothly. Well, it was technically true.

‘Uh huh.’ Wyr went to the kiosk, which waited patiently beside us, and acquired a token within approximately four and a half seconds. To my annoyance, I couldn’t tell what he’d done to accomplish that.

He saw me watching, though, and waved the token at me: a small object that shone. ‘Some of us are law-abiding citizens.’

‘I’m sure.’

He grinned, and walked off towards the henges, whistling. ‘Come along, then, children. We want the amber henge, first.’

First? I hoped we wouldn’t have too many henges to travel between. Poor Jay would be jelly by the time we made it to Vale.

Miranda took charge of Addie, which might have worried me if it were any creature but my unicorn. Adeline could take care of herself, if necessary; I didn’t give much for Wyr’s chances had he got much nearer to her.

But Emellana fell in beside me, and spoke in a low tone. ‘That person,’ she said, nodding her head at Wyr some little way ahead, ‘used some kind of a charm back there, on Adeline. Potent, too. The air is still thrumming with it.’

Oh,’ I said, and looked swiftly at Addie. Was she her normal self? ‘What kind of a charm was it?’

‘Nothing I have ever encountered before.’

‘Hardly surprising,’ I offered. ‘Everything here is so different.’

She nodded. ‘I do not criticise your decision to bargain with that one, but I do urge you to be wary. He has powerful arts at his disposal, and I cannot guess at his intentions.’

I’d been privately wondering something similar. ‘If he’s a thief he’s an inept one,’ I agreed. ‘Spotted before he got within three feet of his target.’

‘He may not have anticipated the loyalty or alertness of your pup.’

I drifted in Jay’s direction. ‘Keep that lyre out of sight,’ I whispered.

‘You think?’

I rolled my eyes. ‘Fine. Sorry.’ But I couldn’t resist adding, ‘And the scroll-case, too.’ It was, after all, crusted with jewels worth a fortune.

‘Got it, Ves. Stop.’

I gave him a tiny salute. ‘Yessir.’

Wyr did not deign to wait for us. He walked straight into the circle of amber and disappeared in a shower of light.  

‘Helpful,’ muttered Jay.

In Wyr’s defence, he probably had no way of knowing that Jay could access multiple locations from these henges. ‘One of the routes is probably more… well-travelled,’ I suggested. Like a well-beaten track, but the magickal equivalent… could Jay tell? Why was I trying to help when I had no idea what I was talking about?

I shut up.

Jay said nothing for a while, but stood with closed eyes, one hand laid atop the nearest stone.

His eyes opened.

‘Em and Miranda first,’ he said. ‘Please. Ves, hang onto Adeline and pup. I’ll be coming back for you in a moment.’

I waited while Jay took hold of our two companions and stepped into the henge. All three of them vanished from sight.

By the time Jay reappeared, I had pup tucked under one arm, my other hand clutching Addie’s rope.

‘Ready to go?’ he said. His eyes were a bit wild again, but otherwise he looked — so far — normal.

‘All set,’ I said.

He held out his hands for pup, and then took my hand. ‘Listen,’ he said. ‘I’ve never taken a unicorn through the Ways before. If she comes out with her head on backwards or something—’

‘I will never let you hear the end of it,’ I promised.

‘That’s what I thought.’

We stepped between the stones, and when my feet hit the centre of the amber circle, the Winds rushed up to claim us and we were gone.

The Wonders of Vale: 9

‘Jay, you total idiot!’ I kicked at the nearest stone. He could’ve ended up anywhere. Canterbury. Edinburgh. Prague. Burundi.

He reappeared two minutes later, just as Miranda and Emellana caught up with me. ‘Hah!’ he said, with gusto, and vanished again.

This process was repeated twice more before he consented to pause in the centre of the turquoise henge, trembling violently and visibly out of breath.

I looked him over carefully. He had an elated look about him that seemed out of character, and his eyes were too wide. ‘You okay?’

‘I have no idea where I just went to,’ he said, beaming at me. ‘But it was amazing.

‘You’re pumped up,’ I said. ‘Bordering upon high. Let’s have a little sit down for a second, okay?’ I towed him back towards his rock of a seat, but he drew his arm out of my grasp.

‘No way. I need to go again.’

‘Jay, do you recall how Farringale affected most of us?’

He nodded enthusiastically. ‘You were all bonkers.’

‘Totally intoxicated.’

I waited for the penny to drop.

And it did, after a few seconds. ‘Oh,’ said Jay, with a laugh, and ran a hand through his hair.

‘We appear to have found your poison.’

He physically shook himself. ‘It’s a pretty good feeling,’ he admitted.

‘I can see that. But we need you sane.’

‘Hey, listen to Ves, talking sense with the best of them.’ He beamed at me. ‘I’m proud of you.’

I found myself casting a sideways look at Emellana, whom I would not have suspect me of foolhardiness.

She smirked at me.

I coughed. ‘Um, so, did you go to the same place each time?’

‘The first two times, yes,’ Jay said, and sat down suddenly on the grass. ‘Oops. I popped up smack in the middle of the same henge, looked like bloodstone or something like that. One of many, many. Bigger henge complex than this one, at a glance.’

Miranda nodded. ‘Most of them work like doors, or so I gather. Like, each henge goes to a specific designated partner henge in some other complex.’

‘Right,’ Jay said. ‘But I could feel more potential than that, so the third time I tried to end up someplace else. And I did. Same complex, different henge. And then the fourth time I was somewhere else altogether, no idea where, except I think it wasn’t Britain.’ He looked around hungrily at all the other henges on the site, and scrambled to his feet. ‘I need to try them all.’

I grabbed him by the sleeve. ‘Jay. Some other time, all right? You try all of these now, you’ll lose your marbles in record time.’

‘You think?’ Jay paused.

‘We’ll be scraping your sanity off the moon.’

‘But,’ he said.

I waited, but that was it.

‘Let’s stick to the task at hand, can we?’ I said. ‘We need to find a way through to the Vales of Wonder. You can play with the rest some other time.’

He grinned at me. ‘Thanks, Mum.’

‘You’re welcome. So, the Vales?’

I was looking at Miranda, but she shrugged. ‘I haven’t heard of it.’

‘Anywhere we could find, say, a map or something?’

‘There’s a tourist information office back in town?’ she offered.

‘How about a library with a computer?’

She stared at me. ‘No computers here, Ves. Remember? No planes, no cars, no tech.’

I stared back. ‘No internet?’

Miranda shook her head.

‘What dark nightmare is this?’

She awkwardly patted my arm. ‘It’ll be okay.’

I gave myself a shake. ‘Fine. Let’s try the tourist office, or failing that there must be a library somewhere.’

Jay was drifting away. To my alarm, he was making a beeline straight for the spiralling agate structure near the centre of the henge complex. If one of the lesser ones had scrambled his wits, what would the mother of all empowered henges do to him? ‘Jay,’ I said, and grabbed him. ‘We’re going to need to get you some coffee, and a truckload of food.’

‘I’m not hungry,’ Jay said, but then stopped. ‘Actually, no. I’m starving.’

I nodded. I’d felt the same way after my near-drowning in magick back at Farringale. ‘Do they have pancakes in this Britain?’ I asked Miranda. ‘Please say yes. I have a never-ending chocolate pot, but I don’t think that’s going to cut it.’

‘No idea. Let’s find out.’

But when I looked around for Emellana, I didn’t see her. ‘Wha—’ I began, and turned in a circle.

Fortunately, it isn’t too hard to spot a seven-foot-and-something-tall troll woman dressed in purple. She was on the far side of the complex, communing with the foremost stone of the amethyst henge. Communing’s the only possible word for it. We went after her, and found her with both hands set to the smooth stone and her eyes closed. She looked mesmerised.

‘Em?’ I said softly after a minute.

She didn’t open her eyes. ‘Can I borrow that lyre?’ she asked.

Jay gave me a shifty-eyed look. ‘Turn your back, Ves.’

‘What? No! I can be trusted.’

He gave me a look that said, are you kidding me?

I sighed, and turned around. ‘Unfair.’ I leaned against Addie’s soft flank, and watched pup gambolling happily in the sunshine. She stopped, nose to the earth, and began to dig furiously. Another nugget of loose change about to come a-cropper, no doubt.

‘Why is Ves backwards?’ I heard Emellana say, absently, and then came the dulcet tones of the lyre as she strummed a brief melody.

‘Because she wants to meld with the lyre and must therefore avert her eyes,’ said Jay.

‘Meld?’

‘It has a strange effect on her.’

‘Hmm.’ There was no more talk after that, for a while, but quite a lot more music, and I ached to turn around and watch what was happening. I knew Jay would scalp me if I did, though, and moreover he wouldn’t be wrong.

‘Are you finding much?’ said Jay eventually.

‘Not being a Waymaster any more than Ves is,’ said Emellana, ‘I feel very little of anything that is happening here. Until, that is, I pick up the lyre. I suppose what I am now sensing is not current activity but past, and there is a great deal of it. Very potent.’

‘It’s probably been an active complex for some time,’ Jay agreed.

‘Yes.’

I couldn’t stand it anymore. ‘What is it that you’re trying to do?’ I said. Hey, I hadn’t turned around. I was still toeing the line of good sense.

‘Gathering information,’ said Emellana.

I was hoping for something jazzier, but all right. Emellana was the expert on world exploration. She knew what she was doing.

‘Did you know your lyre absorbs magick?’ she added.

I whirled around. ‘Does it! Orlando said it might, but I think he wasn’t sure. What is it—’

I was intercepted at this point by Jay, firmly turned about, and left facing the other way. At least this time he was nice enough to stand in front of me, so I had a face to look at while I was talking. ‘Tut,’ he said.

‘It was only a little glimpse.’ Even that was enough to make my heart ache. In Emellana’s hands, the lyre had been blazing with magick and beauty. I could still feel it. ‘Moonsilver and rosewater,’ I added, unnecessarily.

‘Wasn’t it skysilver?’ said Jay, folding his arms.

‘I actually think skysilver is an inaccurate name. It’s more moon-coloured.’

‘I’ll let the Yllanfalen know your thoughts.’

‘It’s okay, I’ll just call my loving mother.’ I cracked myself up with that one. When I was still laughing twenty seconds later, I had to wonder whether Jay was the only one whose senses were a trifle disordered.

Actually he looked stone-cold sane in that moment, staring at me with one brow raised.

‘Sorry,’ I said, and swallowed my gigglefit. ‘Erm. What’s she doing now?’

‘Ms. Rogan has moved off to another couple of henges. Oh, she’s coming back. Second.’ Jay disappeared from my field of vision.

Two minutes later he said, ‘Okay Ves, you can turn around again.’

I did, to find three empty-handed people and no sign of the lyre. ‘Where are you keeping that thing?’ I demanded.

‘You are the last person I am telling.’

‘Damnit.’

Emellana wore that faint smirk again, and it was definitely directed at me. ‘Look,’ I said. ‘Give me another sixty years and I’ll be every bit as imperturbable as you.’

‘I do not doubt it,’ she said graciously. ‘Though if it helps, I do not believe the lyre’s effect on you to be particularly your fault.’

Particularly my fault?’ I echoed. ‘It’s only a bit my fault?’

‘Perhaps.’

I decided not to rise to that. ‘What did we find out?’ I said instead.

‘I believe I have learned which of these henges goes the farthest,’ said Emellana. ‘There are clear differences in the potency of the magickal traces left behind at various sites. Though it is possible that the more potent henges lead to places of more intense magick, and the difference is unrelated to distance. The one Jay used is only of moderate power.’

‘Right,’ I said. ‘Keeping Jay well away from the stronger ones.’

‘Hey,’ said Jay.

‘Give me that lyre, and you can use any henge you like with my blessing. I’ll even scrape you off the ceiling again afterwards.’

‘There is no ceiling,’ he muttered, which I took to mean he had no reasonable response to offer.

Win.

‘You didn’t find one conveniently marked “this way to the Vales of Wonder” I suppose?’ I asked of Em.

‘It’s not quite that simple.’

‘No,’ I sighed. ‘It couldn’t be, could it? We need a map.’

‘Or an obliging and knowledgeable passerby,’ suggested she.

‘I don’t see why there isn’t some kind of a map here already,’ I said. ‘Or sign posts, or… something. How do people know which henge to use?’

‘That… is actually a very good point, Ves,’ said Jay.

I looked at Miranda. So did everyone else.

She opened her mouth, paused, and closed it again. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I haven’t used the henges myself.’

‘So how do you come to know so much about how they work?’

‘I asked around. I thought I might need them sometime.’

‘Nobody mentioned a handy map or something? Like the tube map. Something.’

‘No. Look, I’m thinking, but I don’t remember anything like that. It’s like… that question never came up, like no one would need to have that spelled out for them.’

‘They’re doing something we aren’t,’ I said, and stared hard at the henges as though that would help. ‘Jay?’

He shook his head. ‘If you can use these without being a Waymaster, then it can’t be a Waymaster trick they’re using.’

‘Fair.’

‘It’s my belief,’ said Emellana mildly, ‘we may be looking too hard for an unusual solution.’

‘Meaning?’ said Jay.

‘Meaning that, while many things about this Britain are indeed wondrous, not quite everything needs to be. In this instance, the fact that we have a Waymaster with us is undoubtedly an advantage, but we need not make use of your talents on this occasion if it proves inconvenient. Miranda, you spoke of travel tokens. Do you happen to know where those are sold?’

I struggled with myself. It almost hurt, to gaze at the array of magickal glory before us and interpret it as something no more miraculous than a train service; but to those who used it every day, that’s all it was.

And therefore, of course there’d be a ticket office somewhere.

‘Do we have money for that?’ I said, considering pup doubtfully. I had endless faith in her talents, but how much discarded currency could there possibly be?

‘That is a problem for later,’ said Em.

A woman after my own heart.

I collared an elderly man who was making his slow way past the gates to the henge complex and pumped him for information. He may have looked at me like I was crazy or stupid or both (debatable) but he did point out the token vendor: a short, blue-painted kiosk situated about fifty feet from the gate. All right, so it was floating two feet off the floor and didn’t seem to be manned by anybody, but it nonetheless couldn’t more obviously be a ticket office.

And we’d walked right past it.

‘Worst explorers ever,’ I sighed, and started towards it.

Then stopped. ‘Wait. Why is it floating?’

There came a snort from our helpful passerby. Thankfully for my dignity, he did not choose to comment on our utter ineptitude (this time), but merely raised a hand and whistled two notes.

I paid close attention to the tone, for the air thrummed in response, and the kiosk instantly sailed in our direction.

‘Thanks,’ I said, with a bright smile for our helpful, if taciturn, interlocutor.

He only gave me a puzzled look, and moved off.

Ah well. Can’t win everyone’s admiration quite all the time, or at least not if your name isn’t Baron Alban.

The kiosk took its sweet time crossing the short space between us, but while slow it was jaunty. It bobbed cheerfully up to where we stood before it settled down, and a light went on inside.

Er.

‘Hi?’ I said. ‘We need to go to the Vales of Wonder.’

Nothing happened.

‘Um, can we see a list of destinations?’ Jay tried.

Silence.

In fact, the thing stubbornly refused to respond to anything that we said. After a string of uninterrupted failures, we were left stymied.

‘Damnit,’ I said. ‘Voice-operated magick isn’t a thing?’

There must be a charm or something that applied here, but how to guess it? I attempted some one or two encouraging little spells, with a similar lack of effect, but as I prepared a third option my concentration was shattered by an unexpected sound: a frenzied, high-pitched barking.

‘Pup?’ I said, and spun.

She stood twenty feet away, paws dug into the earth, her whole body jerking as she roared her fury at… what? I could see nothing amiss. Addie was right behind me, peacefully turning her nose up at the bright green grass beneath our feet, one eye half-closed in stupefying boredom. Emellana and Miranda and Jay puzzled still over the kiosk, deep in debate about something I hadn’t the leisure to listen to. And while if someone wanted to relieve us of Miranda I wouldn’t have objected too much, she was kind of my responsibility, so I had to be thankful for her continued presence.

No one else was near us.

‘Pup, what—’ I began, and started in her direction.

Then I saw it. A small, sneaking, hatted little person creeping up on my Adeline.