Fish Out of Water (35 page)

I heard Carragheen talking into my mind.

Let it go, Rania. Don’t let the fear control you. We need to get there
.

So I did. I focused on the dark water in front of me, on humming and swimming faster and faster, on Carragheen’s hand in mine, sure and true, pulling me forward, knowing this was what I wanted, even as his heart dreaded the outcome.

It felt like seconds passed and then we were there.

Now that we were this close, I could see from the outside that it was some kind of large, weed-covered hillock. More sand than rock. It was almost perfectly round, with a conical part on top. I tilted my head, trying to understand what it was.

Carragheen, again, answered me without me asking the question.

No-one knows
.
It’s called the Cave of Sighs in the ancient songs. They think it may have been a place of the old dolphin sorcerers. It has perfect acoustics, so there’s speculation that it may have been a place of worship
. He looked at me seriously.
Or of burial
.

I raised an eyebrow at him.
Great, lovely
. Yeah, right. Let’s go ferreting around for kidnapped girls in some ancient, secret grave. This was exactly the right way not to make me feel better about this whole creepy expedition.

I steeled myself.
Let’s go
.

The mouth of the cave was wide, but immediately inside it curved suddenly inward, creating a narrow tunnel. The tunnel was dark and twisting with a sandy floor, and the temperature was even cooler than the water outside. Because of the twists and turns, it was impossible to see how far the tunnel went, or where it led.

Carragheen took my hand again.
Onward
.

We swam slowly, feeling our way, the knowledge that the girls were here intensifying with each passing yard. I started to be able to see Lecanora in my mind, as well as feel her.

She was calling to me.
Come, Ransha
.
But be careful, please be careful
.

I felt like exploding, like screaming out: I’m coming, I’m coming.

But I didn’t get it. They found us, every other time. What was stopping them now?

A thought occurred to me, and I stopped suddenly just before we reached the tunnel’s end. Were they in there? Waiting to ambush us? And what could we do about it if they were? Nothing, because we had to press ahead. I really hated no-win situations.

Then another possibility dawned. Could the baddies be back in the city, listening to the Queen’s speech? If it was one of The Triad, they would have to be. Perhaps they assumed all the searchers would be there too, including us. Perhaps they assumed that we could never be so heretical as to disobey Imd’s command.

Man, they don’t know me at all.

I’d incur the wrath of Aegir himself to find Lecanora.

Could this be what the Queen had intended, in calling the nation together? Was she deliberately trying to throw the baddies off the scent? Buy us some time? I thought about Mom’s face as she had considered the news of the Queen’s address. A moment of confusion, then calm agreement. And yet she was frantic for Lecanora.

Why would she have endorsed the Queen’s speech, this time-wasting?

Because she knew I’d ignore it, but that whoever had the girls would not.

The tunnel ended, and then we were in a small clearing within the cave. And there they were. Propped against the back of the cave, huddled together, two shapes, naked and alone. I saw immediately that their arms and legs were bound with vine, but not their mouths. They looked over at us but didn’t call out. I remembered the vision, and wondered if it was true. Wondered if their voices were completely gone, stolen somehow. The thought made bile rise in my throat, and my head spin. Imogen looked weak. She was lying down, and very pale. Lecanora looked furious, the steely spirit I knew so well flashing from her blue-gray eyes.

But she said nothing.

As I sped over to where they lay, a question buzzed in my brain. Why hadn’t I been able to reach her, telepathically? Why hadn’t anyone been able to reach either of them? They were here, after all. They were alive. Their voices may have been muted, but surely nothing had been done to their minds. Please Ran, mother of us all, please not that. I’d been trying to reach her, the whole time we’d been swimming, even in the tunnel. Why couldn’t she hear me?

Only now, as I saw her and moved towards her, did a thought break through from her.

What took you so long?

Relief gushed through me like adrenalin. Her beautiful mind was still intact.

Oh, you know
, I responded.
This and that
.

Suddenly I was aware that Imogen was talking too.

Rania, you came. Lecanora kept saying that you would. Thank you. But we must leave immediately. One of them is never too far away
.

They?
I couldn’t help myself. I knew we should make haste, move off, but it was the question that had been burning at the back of my consciousness for days.

Lecanora answered me.
One of them is in The Triad. I saw the ring
.

I felt, rather than saw, Carragheen slump inside himself beside me. I looked into his mind and before he could cover it up, I saw that some tiny, desperate part of him had been hoping it wasn’t his father. Even after all he knew of him, all he knew him capable of, he had hoped that this was not something his father could do. Even as all the evidence mounted, and began to point to him, Carragheen had hoped for an eleventh hour reprieve for the father who had bullied and failed him his whole life. But now he believed that it was not to be.

I took a moment.
I am so sorry, Carragheen. But we don’t know yet, not for sure
.

He looked bleak.

Remember, you are not him
, I said privately into his mind. As I said it to him, I remembered him saying it to me. I am not my father. And as I said it to him, back to him, like some demented parrot, I knew suddenly and very clearly that it was true. I wanted to show him, to make him see that I really meant it.
What you are doing here is right. You have always done the right thing. Leisen, now this. Everything will be all right
.

Carragheen straightened almost immediately, and occupied himself with action, working quickly on the girls’ bonds with a knife he produced from a belt around his waist. Lecanora began to stretch her body, swimming in small circles and ensuring she was ready for movement. Imogen, on the other hand, could barely move. She was not emaciated, so she had been fed, but her prone position had caused her muscles to atrophy.

She would not be able to swim alone.

Carragheen took charge, using the vines to bind her again, this time to his broad, brown chest. I experienced a sudden, small moment of jealousy. The makeshift gurney looked so intimate, and he smiled at me, into my eyes.
Let us go
, he telepathed to us all.

We moved off through the cave, but before we got to the tunnel, Carragheen halted briefly, and talked into each of our minds.

I think I know why no-one could locate you telepathically while you were missing, and why we could not communicate with you until we were standing right in front of you. I’ve heard of this cave, in the legends. I think this place is a Hailnor, a place where no thoughts can penetrate. It’s part of what made it so secret. No-one inside it could be found with the mind. Something about the naturally occurring spherical shape. It will be hard for us to communicate once we are in the tunnel. But it will only take us a minute or two to pass through
.

Huh, made sense. But please Ran, if they find us, please don’t let it be while we’re in the tunnel. Who knows what this creepy place might do to our ability to fight back? With that thought in mind, I moved like lightning through the twisted entryway, desperate to make the open space of the ocean floor before anyone could catch up to us.

I felt the erratic beat of our four hearts as we raced through the darkness.

We must get back, we must get back and tell Imd what happened here.

We were almost at the mouth of the cave. I could see the deeper, blue-blackness beyond its mouth, about to envelop us, when she appeared. I was in front, with Lecanora behind me, and Carragheen carrying Imogen at the rear. At first I didn’t recognize her, she looked so wild. She’d been swimming hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. But she was smiling beatifically and her eyes had this strange look, far off yet focused. She looked like a passionate novice nun, supplicant and ecstatic. But then I saw the flash in her eyes as they met ours.

It was in the little spark of her that was angry that she was able to look a tiny amount like herself. It was Rila, the Queen’s handmaiden, and she was carrying something, a box? Maybe the size of a small dvd player. I remembered her as such a sweet thing, so kind and willing to help. It was impossible that she was part of some evil plan to hurt us.

But why had she waited? Why hadn’t she blasted us with whatever she had there?

Rila spoke, and it was clear then that she wanted us to understand.

“It’s not like you think,” she started, softly. “It’s not cruelty. It’s Aegira’s future. If only you had not been suspicious, this would have happened with no pain. We would never have killed them. My master wanted no death. But The Great One, he understood the need for sacrifice.”

I tried to affect an open expression, because I had only one thought in mind. Use her desire to explain. Move her. Move her out of the mouth of this cave, this mind and sound trap. “We must all make sacrifices to the greater good. The Princess understands this. And Imogen, with her angel’s voice, she must too. People with great gifts must help others.”

I was nodding at her, coming towards her like I understood. She was busy with her little speech, and so she wasn’t aware that I was shifting her ever so slightly further out of the cave. I was almost out now, and Lecanora was level with the cave’s mouth. Carragheen and Imogen were still a few body lengths behind.

“I know what you mean,” I said, trying to use this gentle, reassuring voice. “It’s hard when you’re different, when you have a dream. I get it Rila, ’cause I’m different too.”

As I talked I inched forward, trying to get us out of the cave. Because I knew at some point I was going to have to break it to this crazy bitch that I wasn’t leaving without these two women, and then she was gonna blast me with whatever hell she could unleash.

I needed to be able to fully link up mentally with Carragheen when that happened. I wasn’t sure we had any chance against this thing anyway, but I knew for sure our chances were shot if we were stuck in this alley that cut us off from each other’s thoughts.

Rila nodded enthusiastically, like she thought that maybe I was starting to get it. “You’re so right,” she whispered passionately. “So few people have a vision.”

Oh, baby. You have no idea, the list is growing by the day.

“And it makes you different. Sometimes you need to do things that don’t seem right…”

With that, she broke off and stared into the mid-distance, a moment of uncertainty. For the first time, she looked like the Rila I knew, sweet, seeking reassurance. Could I exploit it?

“Sometimes you can still do the right thing and pursue the greater good,” I said.

Lecanora and I were out of the cave now, and Carragheen was almost with us.

Suddenly, Rila snapped back from her ponderings. I was only a few yards from her when she made the switch. “Rania,” she commanded me, her voice changed, imperious. “Move away from the girls. Now. You know what this thing can do,” she said, holding the silver thing above her head.

That thing? Is that what they’d been blasting us with? Could that one, innocent-looking dvd-player-thing have caused all this? Then I remembered the vision, the thing being held to Imogen’s lips as she screamed, and then could scream no more.

Mother of us all, I thought, she’s gonna do it.

My mind raced for a clever solution, but couldn’t find one. I was going to have to try brute force. I was about to give Carragheen a signal, but he was already in my mind.

I don’t think we can, Rania, I think she’ll be quicker
.

No choice
, I responded.
Now
.

With that I launched myself at her, aiming to drive my thumb and forefinger against the fragile flesh and bone of her throat, disable her before she could get to work on us. My fingers were almost there, I could almost see how her eyes were going to look as I stabbed at her neck, and I was disgusted to realize I wanted to hurt her the way she’d hurt me.

But Carragheen was right, she was faster, and after she did it I realized why. Why they’ve always been faster. Because all she had to do was utter one single, perfect note, while she held that thing asunder. She was no Imogen, no Lecanora, in the singing stakes, but it had the desired effect. Whatever she did, however she did it, the weapon was activated.

We heard nothing, and I thought about what Rick had said: like a dog whistle.

All four of us were instantly hit, and we went down onto the sandy floor, onto our knees, a blinded, seething mess of pain and fear. The last lucid thought I had was:

How can something so deadly be so silent?

Before I succumbed to the sea of pain, I looked up at her, and could see the triumphant smile on her face. She knew she had us. She knew her plans were safe.

She was gloating. The little bitch was gloating as we writhed and died in front of her. Imogen. Lecanora. Carragheen. Me. And it was all the extra incentive I needed to summon the last atom of my strength and seek out Carragheen’s mind. I could hardly locate it among the smoke-blue fog of pain and struggle, but I did. One last silver thread that was still him, even amid the shock and bite of it.

I sent a tiny message into the part that was left.
Help me, sing with me
. I felt him pick up the thought and claw back through the deep mire of the thing that was attacking us, clamp down hard on the parts of my mind that he could find, and seek out his song. I did the same.