Changelings (19 page)

“We’re at the clam beds now. The sea otters say this is where Da left them.”

“Tell your brother to steer clear of those vents. They have sulfuric acid coming out of them.”

“We know all that stuff from school, Mum. Besides, we can smell the difference in the water. So can the otters.”

“We have to turn back now, ma’am,” the pilot’s voice boomed into their earphones once more. “Just enough fuel to make it back.”

“Let me get out, Mum. We’ll lose Ronan and the otters otherwise.”

“I don’t want to risk losing you both. Besides, what about your little friend here? Didn’t you say he doesn’t do salt water?”

Another voice crackled into the headphones. “This is Captain Johnny Green aboard the amphibious yacht
Melusine,
registered to Lady Marmion de Revers Algemeine of Versailles Space Station. We are desperately seeking Petaybean Chinook-class helicopter zero-seven-three-niner-penguin-tango-bear, newly renamed the
Flying Otter.
Lady Marmion wants to know, ‘Is that you, Yana? Have you found him? Do you need fuel because the
Melusine
is equipped with a helipad and a fueling station.’ ”

“Yes, no, and
merde alors
! Marmie, but you think of everything,” Mum replied.

Johnny and their copter’s pilot exchanged coordinates—normally you could see from a copter, but the smog from the volcano kept that from happening. The result was that soon the copter banked to the left, flew for a while, then settled down toward the sea like a bird fluffing down into her nest.

“Hah!” Otter said.
We have left Ronan and the sea otters, Murel. Where are we?

The
Flying Otter
needs fuel,
she told him.

Yes, even flying otters get hungry, but there will be clam meat later.

I didn’t mean you. They’ve renamed the helicopter after you. It’s called the
Flying Otter
now. And I was thinking. We always think of you, and you refer to yourself, as Otter. But with so many other otters around, and you being our special friend, maybe you would let us call you a special name. How about Sky?

Hah! Sky! Hah! Of course this otter is called Sky by his friends the river seals. Other otters know each other only by individual scent names, but Sky has friends who are not otters and must make sure it is their friend who hears them. Yes, this otter is Sky. Sky is a good name. A high name for an otter so special that even flying machines are named for Sky the sky otter.

Murel had to smile. Otter—Sky—was obviously well pleased with the distinction he had picked up simply by flying with them.

Well, at least things were going well for someone.

Ronan, can you still read me?

Yeah, but I can’t hear you anymore. Where did you guys go?

We have to refuel, but Marmie brought her special refueling yacht she packed with her aboard the ship when we came here. So we’re not far. Any news of Da yet?

No, mostly just the sound of breaking clamshells and otter bodies diving back down for more goodies. They got a little sidetracked.

CHAPTER 21

W
HAT IS THAT?
Sky asked, as Murel opened her arms to let him leap from the copter to the pad on the deck of Marmie’s yacht.

Sky was looking through the puffs of smog and smoke at the Honu’s tank, and Ke-ola beside it.

Oh, that’s Ke-ola and the sacred Honu. Honu is a sea turtle. We don’t have them here on Petaybee but he wanted to come and see it.

Loving greetings, Otter of the Skies,
Honu’s thought voice said.

Greetings, shelled creature who comes from space and is not for eating by river otters. Or sky otters. What brings you to our world and waters?

My kind love the places where the ocean bed is closest to the heart of the world and this is such a place. Your world is giving you a new land place, and my two-legged family is in much need of such a place. I have come to examine its suitability for us all, and ours for your world. I go now with my grandson Ke-ola to swim. Would you swim with us?

River otters, even when they are also sky otters, do not swim in salt water,
Sky said regretfully.

Murel walked over to Ke-ola. “Ronan is already in the water with some of the sea otters, looking for our father. I’d dive in with you but I can’t change in front of so many people. Besides, Mum needs me here to let her know what’s going on with Ro.”

“That’s okay, sistah. The Honu and I will look. I think we will see more below than we can up here.” He inhaled deeply, throwing his arms out and drawing them back to his chest. “But, ahhh! The air smells wonderful here.”

Murel wrinkled her nose. “You’re kidding! It smells like rotten eggs!”

Ke-ola just grinned. He liked the smell. Maybe it was some ancestral memory of volcano fart in his bloodlines, she thought.

Marmie’s crew had lowered the tank into the hold of the yacht far enough that Ke-ola could simply reach in and lift out the sacred Honu, which he did. He stood on the deck where there was no railing.

“Slainté, Ke-ola,” Murel said softly.

Ke-ola paused. “You told me slainté meant hello and good-bye.”

“It also means ‘to your health,’ ” she said.

“Slainté, Murel,” he said. “Slainté, Sky.”

In her mind she heard Sky and the Honu echo the sentiment, and then Ke-ola, with Honu under one large arm, held his nose between the fingers of the other hand and happily dived feetfirst into the water.

T
HE SEA OTTERS
were restless. After each of them dived to get a clam and returned, some empty-pawed, they were ready to swim back to the shore again. Ronan couldn’t blame them. He had never been swimming in the ocean before this and wasn’t used to tides and waves. He thought it would be way more fun than rivers but this was no fun at all. Even the otters were finding swimming conditions difficult. When they led him to the first of the lava beds, he’d been able to see the tall rock chimneys pumping out their smelly bubbles and smoke, could feel from the warmth of the water where the black smokers lay beneath him.

But now, just a short distance farther, everything had changed.

A hot wind blew out of nowhere, whipping the waves high over his head. He couldn’t even see the otters most of the time. Every once in a while the whole ocean would shudder and shake.

Hey,
Ronan called out to the sea at large.
We should call those deep sea otters now. I don’t think we can go much farther.

No farther at all, River Seal!
the closest sea otter said. Ronan couldn’t see him through the smoke.
Going home now. No deep sea otters today.
Then suddenly he saw the crest of a wave bearing three sea otters riding the swell. One was floating on his back and almost sinking from the weight of the clam held to his chest with his front paws.
Water is too rough to play, food too hard to get. Wait for better seas and not so much smoke.

Good idea, but my da is out here somewhere. You guys promised to help me.
Otters were great playmates but except for Sky himself they didn’t seem to be very reliable.
Could you just call them, though?

If they are near enough to feel us calling, they’ll already know we’re here,
the clam bearer called back, finally flipping over and releasing his prize before undulating away into the waters.

Yes, but . . .
How did you argue with otters?

No sense trying. He had come all this way to find Da, and he wasn’t about to go back after nothing more than a fishing expedition on the part of his trusty native guides. No way was he calling this off on account of waves.

This was as far as the otters had come with Da anyway, and they said he’d swum out to sea a little farther—toward the large and active volcano, which would mean swimming into thicker smoke at the very least.

He started to let Murel know, then thought better of it. He knew this was the right thing to do if he was going to find Da, but Mum might not allow it. Or Mur might try to come with him. She was now on Marmie’s yacht, however
that
got here. He gathered it was some distance away, so he’d have to wait for her to catch up. The air quality here was terrible, and he could almost breathe water better than he could breathe the air. He didn’t think it was going to improve and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out, so if he was going, he’d better go while the getting was good.

He tried drawing a diving breath but kept choking on the air. Swimming Petaybee’s clean rivers, he had never had this problem before, but he thought full-time seals probably did sometimes. He wouldn’t be such a baby. He’d do what he’d come to do. Finally, he took in what air he could and dived. He wouldn’t be able to stay down long, but though the water was churning with mud, ash, and other debris, it was cleaner than the air.

By repeatedly diving and barely surfacing enough for his nose to suck in air before he dived again, he made some progress. He thought he did anyway. Actually, he didn’t even know which direction he was going except he thought the smoke and debris were worse, and the water smelled worse and burned at times, not a hot burn so much as an irritating one. He thought surely he must be drawing nearer to the big volcano.

So, good for him. The only problem was, he could hardly see his own flippers, much less another seal or person in all this muck. He’d dive just a little deeper and then he would have to turn around. Mum and Mur would never forgive him if he got himself killed while trying to help Da.

That was such a grim thought that he dived deeper than he intended, and ended by touching the ocean floor—which was quite a bit closer than he’d supposed it might be.

He glided forward, his belly grazing the smooth lava bottom, where already plants were fringing up from the cracks, tickling his fur and flippers.

This was as far down as he could go. No way could he comb the entire ocean floor looking for—well, for what was left of Da. He didn’t like to admit it, but Da could not have survived this for many hours, much less days or weeks.

His air was giving out. Little spots sparkled before his eyes, turning into dazzling stars, blinding after so much darkness. Then, to his surprise, his eyes adjusted—not to hallucinatory spots, but to real light, coming from what looked like real windows. In front of him and towering above him were what seemed like buildings, domes, towers—a gateway.

M
UREL KNEW HER
brother was in trouble right after Ke-ola hit the water. Sky felt it too.
The sea otters have gone. Your river seal brother is alone.

Usually the twins communicated directly with each other, but Ronan wasn’t doing that. Still, Murel felt from the tight constriction of her chest, the heaviness of her limbs, and the stuffiness in her nose that these sensations were Ronan’s, not hers.

She found Mum talking to Marmie and tugged at her arm. “Mum, you need to cover for me. I have to change and go to Ronan. He’s become separated from the otters and he’s not well.”

“Not well how?” Mum asked.

Quickly, impatiently, Murel described what she was feeling. Marmie whirled around and began gathering items and thrusting them at her.

“Even seals aren’t safe in the sea at times like these, dear,” Marmie told her. “You will need a respirator, a hard hat, probably a line to help you haul your brother to safety, and, oh yes, a homing beacon. And really, you should wear protective clothing and carry a knife as well.”

“I don’t know how to break this to you, Marmie, but seals don’t have pockets or anything to carry that stuff with, and the little packet my suit fits in won’t hold it all. Just cover for me so the others don’t see and I’ll change
now.
”

“No,” Mum said. “You will take these things or I will take them and dive with you.”

“Mum, you’d slow me down. Ro’s in
trouble.
”

“And if you go without taking the proper precautions you will be too.”

Finally everyone was satisfied—except Sky, who wanted to go too but still didn’t think river otters could swim in salt water. Murel put on the protective gear, with straps for the knife, rope, and hat. Then she cut the arms and legs out of the clothing to make room for her flippers, which would need the room once she was in the water. She dove in and made her change under the yacht. The hard hat was slippery on her seal’s head and ended by sort of dangling around her neck.

“We’ll be right behind you,” Mum called through the earpiece that was the other item they insisted she wear. They’d wanted her to wear a voice mike too, but she pointed out that they probably wouldn’t understand her until she was back somewhere where she could speak without barking. The earpiece would probably float out of her ear once she started swimming.

Okay, Ronan, where are you and what kind of a jam are you in?
she asked, but received no reply. So she struck out toward the lava beds where the otters and her brother were last seen. She called and called but although she continued to get the sensation that he was in deep trouble, he didn’t respond.

Ronan, Ronan Born for Water Maddock-Shongili, where in the water are you?
she cried in exasperation.

Come and see for yourself, sis,
he replied.
You’re not going to believe this!

What do you see? Keep in contact. I’m on my way and Mum and Marmie and the yacht are following. I’ve a locator beacon so we’ll find you.

It’s some kind of an underwater city, Mur. Not too far from the main volcano cone.

Is it a ruin, you think? Maybe from way back before Petaybee needed terraforming.

It’s a pretty lively-looking ruin. There are lights and things moving around.

She swam as quickly as she could, undulating toward where she felt him to be.
The moving things could just be sea creatures swimming through it, but the lights? Bioluminescence, do you suppose?
Petaybee exhibited that kind of thing in many places, inside the caves, sometimes along the inner banks of the river, but it hadn’t ever gone so far as to light up buildings, not that she knew of. Usually you had to use at least a candle or a lantern or something.

No, no, you’ll just have to see.

Don’t go in yet unless you have to. Wait for me.

Suddenly the entire ocean gave a violent shudder and she was buffeted back and forth by the swell before she could proceed onward with any speed. On the surface, rocks rained into the water, which told her she was getting closer to the cone. Below her the water was warm, sometimes uncomfortably so. She knew the vents spewed acid, and could only hope it was diluted enough by the water that she wouldn’t suffer burns to her exposed flippers and face. She was very glad now to have all the silly equipment Mum and Marmie had insisted on loading onto her.

The respirator especially was coming in handy now when she surfaced, even though it didn’t fit a seal’s snout very well. Mum forgot her seal daughter didn’t have hands to adjust the darn thing.

Funny, with all the smoke it looked like the weather was stormy, but really, back on the boat the sky had been blue where you could see it beyond the smoke.

She dived again and swam on, calling and calling. Behind her she heard the engine of the
Melusine.
She surfaced and looked back. Mum, Marmie, and some of the other people aboard the yacht stood on deck wearing hard hats, protective coats, and respirators. There were human divers on board too, and they were prepared to help, but Murel had asked that they stay aboard the boat until she located Ronan. No sense in muddying the waters any more than they were already muddied, and besides, it would be impossible to keep their secret from all those divers.

A
LTHOUGH
R
ONAN LOOKED
up to the tops of the towers of the city stretching out before him, the city’s base was beneath the place where he stood, sunken into a wide volcanic caldera that glowed cherry red all around the edge of the city.

How could people live there? Well, maybe they didn’t. There were lights and shadows, flickering and movement, but he couldn’t identify what was causing the movement. After staring at it for a while, he wasn’t even convinced it was real. It could be a hologram, he decided, although why anyone would project one in an isolated undersea spot near a volcano was beyond him.

Then he realized the lights were changing colors—that a progression of colors beginning with white turned to yellow, lime, emerald, teal, aqua, brilliant blue, purple, red, orange, and back to yellow. From the bottom of the towers to the top and back down again, from the spires closest to him to those farthest away, the lights ran their rainbows.

Fascinated, he swam forward, thinking to explore the streets that surely ran between the towers, but instead of swimming straight ahead, he found himself swimming to the surface, there to be assaulted by more rock showers. Lightning bounded through the smoke in front of him. Taking as much air as he dared, he dived again, but although he thought he was swimming into the city, he reached the ocean floor pretty much where he had been before.