Half Wild (9 page)

It seems that I’m not going to be left alone even here. I’ve been sitting on my own in the lounge for only a minute before Van follows me into the room, Gabriel comes to sit on a chair near me, and Nesbitt stands leaning against the door frame.

Van says, “Soul is a danger to us all. The Alliance’s cause is—”

I interrupt her. “I’m not interested in causes. I just want to get Annalise back.”

“And how do you plan to do that? Mercury is formidable; her Gift is exceptional.” Van paces the floor in front of me. “Let me guess. Annalise is in a death-sleep from which only Mercury can wake her. You hope that if Gabriel uses his Gift to transform into Mercury he can break the spell.”

I have to admit, but only to myself, that that is my plan and it does sound a bit lame.

“There’s more than one problem with your plan.”

“I didn’t say that was my plan.”

“You have a better one?”

If I did I wouldn’t tell her that either.

Van continues talking and pacing. “First problem: Gabriel is still unable to access his Gift. Second problem: you don’t know where Annalise is. Third problem: even if you find Annalise, and Gabriel can transform himself into Mercury, you still have to work out how to undo the spell. Fourth problem: even if you find a solution to problems one through three, Mercury will try to kill you if she finds out what you’re up to—and I think she’ll have a good chance of succeeding.”

“I admit there are a few hurdles.”

“Indeed.” Van sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of me. “Though I might be willing to help you over those hurdles.”

“If I join the Alliance?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“How can I help you? Well, let’s start with your first problem: Gabriel.” She smiles at him. “No offense, darling.”

He shrugs.

Van continues. “I can help Gabriel recover his Gift.”

“There are others who can help me do that,” says Gabriel.

“Well, there’s Mercury, of course, and a few others, but each one will demand much in return.”

Gabriel says, “And aren’t you doing that?”

Van smiles. “I think you’ll find I’m a lot easier to deal with than most. And I’m here and I can help straightaway. I understand you aren’t in any rush to rescue Annalise, Gabriel, but you’ve been a fain now for many months. You’ve been unable to access your Gift almost as long as you were able to use it. You need to get back to your true self soon.”

He looks at me. “It’s not the end of the world, not having a Gift. There are worse things.”

“I will help Gabriel recover his Gift so he’ll be able to transform into Mercury, but even then he may not be able to wake Annalise. It all depends on Mercury’s spell. However, I have another option if that fails.”

“Which is?”

“I’ll make Mercury do it.”

“Ha! How?”

“It’s no harder than getting her to eat her own tongue. There are potions that will allow it. I can make her want to wake Annalise.”

“And you’ll just get her to drink your potion, will you? ‘Here, Mercury, do have a sip of this.’”

“Not all potions need to be drunk.”

I wonder if that means she’ll use her smoke or something like that. But, whatever she does, I have to admit it sounds like she has more chance than I do of getting Mercury to wake Annalise.

“And a potion will help Gabriel find his Gift?”

“Yes.” Van looks at me, leans back, and says, “And I can help you too, Nathan, if you wish. Controlling a Gift is always hard. The more powerful the Gift, the harder it is to control.”

“I’m learning.”

“Good. You’ll need to have full control of it to fight with the Alliance and take on the Hunters.”

“I still haven’t agreed to join.”

“But you will because my help is the only way you’ll be able to rescue Annalise. And even together it won’t be easy. We won’t be able to waltz in there and waltz out again. It will take planning and care—but it is possible.”

“If I do join I want the Fairborn back.”

“Agreed.”

I expected her to complain about that, and now there’s nothing more for me to argue about without going round in circles. It’s getting dark and I really want to be outside. I stand, saying, “I’ll sleep on it.”

“Yes, it’s getting dark. Unpleasant in here at dusk. But I have a simple remedy. Nesbitt,” she calls, “bring the nightsmoke.”

Nesbitt goes to the far end of the room and fetches a bowl of milky liquid. He strikes a match above the surface of the potion and a green smoky flame slides across the creamy surface of the liquid, moving as if it was alive.

“If you inhale the fumes you’ll be able to stay indoors. It clears your head wonderfully.”

She leans over and breathes deeply.

I approach the flame. It smells of milk, grass, and forest. My headache is already receding. But I say, “I prefer sleeping outside.”

“I’m sure. I’m a Black Witch too, Nathan. Don’t forget that. I suffer as you do indoors at night, and Nesbitt does also, to a lesser degree. But we’ve learned to use the nightsmoke and I suggest you do too.”

* * *

Gabriel and I follow Nesbitt to the bedroom. I open the window and sit by it but Nesbitt says, “No cheating, mate, it’s for your own personal development.” He sets the bowl of nightsmoke down on the windowsill and closes the window. “Just breathe this as you would fresh air.”

After he leaves I sniff cautiously at the green smoke.

“Nathan,” Gabriel says, “you haven’t spoken to me about your Gift.”

I inhale a little more smoke. I know Gabriel’s probably the only person apart from my father who has any chance of understanding but I don’t want to think about it now. I’ve got enough on my mind.

“I take it from that gushing response that you don’t want to talk about it?”

I lie on my stomach on the bed with my head near the bowl and nod at it, saying, “Did you ever use this stuff?”

“No. When I had a Black Witch body I preferred to sleep outside or nap inside during the day and stay out at night.” He comes over and sniffs the vapor deeply. “It doesn’t do anything for me in this body. I can hardly smell anything.”

“What do you think about what Van said? Will this Alliance really work? Could they ever take on the Council and the Hunters?”

“I’m not sure. There are some Black Witches with incredible powers but working together isn’t their strong point. In fact working together is almost impossible. Van is unusually tolerant, so she might be able to work with Whites, but I’m not sure others will.”

I pass my hand through the green smoke and waft it up to my face. It’s a clean smell. In fact, it’s more than a smell: it’s a clean feeling in my nose and throat and head. It’s the feeling of being outside in a meadow. I’m not sure about the smoke, though—it’s a potion after all, a drug.

I open the window and sit on the ledge.

“I’ll sleep outside.”

Gabriel puts a towel over the basin. The flame goes out with a faint sigh. He says, “At the moment I’m not sure we need to worry about joining the Alliance. Mercury is more dangerous. She’s no fool, Nathan. She’s lethal.”

“If we plan carefully we have a chance. If it’s too risky we don’t do it.”

“However much you plan it can still go wrong. Read any history book.”

“You know I can’t read.”

There’s nothing more to say so I climb out of the window and walk toward the lake. I need to swim, to see if I can get in touch with my Gift and maybe sleep a little. I don’t need to think about Van’s proposal much. I know there’s no other option really. This is my only chance to help Gabriel recover his Gift and to save Annalise. I have to make it work.

It’s later that night. I’m swimming. Everything around me seems gray. It’s overcast and muggy. The moon is totally hidden. The far mountains are a dark outline against the dark sky. The lake water looks black. Inky.

I float on my back, looking at the sky. I think it must rain soon. The wind seems to be picking up a little and at that moment several things happen. I hit a patch of colder water, a crow calls one sharp cry, and a wave slaps the side of my face and the water goes in my eyes and up my nose. I close my eyes. Instead of seeing blackness, I see the forest above the cave and I know Kieran is with me. I can’t see him—he’s invisible—but I can smell him, feel him, and I can taste his blood. My leg is on fire, a knife stuck in it. I rip my jaws at Kieran and he appears, and my eyes are filled with black inky liquid; the blood from his throat is up my nostrils. Kieran makes one last cry, like the cry of a crow, and then he’s still. The vision lasts a few seconds but it’s clear to me. It’s not a dream: it’s a memory.

* * *

Later I’m sitting by a fire I’ve made near the lakeshore, still not properly warm. It starts to rain but I stay there, trying to remember more about being an animal. I see through the animal’s eyes, feel his pain, smell and taste the blood, hear Kieran’s scream . . . it’s like I’m experiencing the animal’s body, feeling what he does, but I’m not inside his mind. I’m not making decisions. I’m a passenger.

The light shower turns to a downpour and I’m soaked and shivering. The fire is out and I head toward the house to shelter under the eaves. I’m nearly there when I see a figure dart out of the house and onto the patio. He places five large, wide bowls on the table, then runs back round the side of the house and inside, out of the rain. I’m not sure what Nesbitt is up to but I follow him and look in the bowls as I pass. They’re just empty bowls, though they’re all unusual: they’re made out of stone and have thick, uneven sides.

Round the side of the house I see Nesbitt has gone into the kitchen. A green glow is coming from nightsmoke he has lit by the window. I quietly open the back door and step inside the small cloakroom. There’s another door that opens onto the kitchen. It’s not quite shut but Nesbitt won’t know I’m here if I’m still. Then I hear voices and realize that Van is there too.

“I’ve put the bowls out.”

“Good. We should have enough from tonight. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

“I’ve been thinking,” Nesbitt says.

“Oh dear, must you?”

“About the kid.”

“Hmmm?”

“I think you should tell him.”

“Tell him what?”

“Who you’re working with—”

“Who
we’re
working with,” Van corrects.

“He’ll find out eventually and . . . well, I don’t think he’ll like it.”

“He doesn’t have to like it. I don’t expect him to like it. I don’t care if he likes it. The point is he will do it. He’ll join because he doesn’t have any other option. So there really is no point in muddying the waters.”

“Yeah, but . . .”

“But what?” Van sounds impatient now. “You really are getting more and more like an old woman, Nesbitt.”

“He’s a Half Code. And . . . you don’t know what it’s like, Van, but I do. Or at least I know what it’s like being a Half Blood. He doesn’t know where he belongs and at the moment he doesn’t belong anywhere, not with the White Witches and not with the Blacks. He could belong with the Alliance, but to belong to them he’ll have to trust them—trust you—and, well, that’s going to be a problem.”

“Yes, you’re quite right, Nesbitt. How surprisingly thoughtful of you. May I ask what you are doing to build a bond of trust and friendship between yourself and Nathan?”

Nesbitt snorts. “He doesn’t know it but he’s my friend already.”

Van laughs, which I’ve never heard before; it’s pleasant and genuine and amused. Her voice is softer now. “Nesbitt, all I can do is reassure you that it’s a problem I’m aware of and will deal with but I’ve got other problems stacked up in front of me. First we have to rescue the girl and I’m not entirely sure how we’re going to do that.”

Nesbitt barks a short laugh. “Yeah, well, ain’t that the truth of it.”

Van opens the door and says something I can’t hear and the door closes.

Who could the rebel be that I’d take offense to? Just about any White Witch would be the obvious answer.

The rain is easing and soon stops. I look down and there’s a puddle around my feet. Nesbitt will guess that I’ve been here but there’s nothing I can do about that. I head off back to the lake, walking through the trees to the side of the lawn. I find a huge, spreading cypress tree where the ground is still dry under its canopy. I stop there and then move to hide further behind the trunk.

There are two boats on the lake. They have small lights at their sterns and both are traveling at the same slow speed. There are four people in the boat nearest and two in the one further off, and they’re all looking to the shore, toward me; they all have binoculars.

Hunters!

And there’s something about the stance of the most distant Hunter that tells me who it is. She’s tall and slim and straight.

Jessica.

I race back to the house and into the kitchen. The bowl of nightsmoke by the window is like a beacon. I pick up a cloth and smother it. Nesbitt begins to object and I tell him, “Hunters! On the lake. Six of them at least.”

Nesbitt is already leaving the room. “Get Gabby and come to Van’s room. There’s stuff to take. We leave in five minutes.”

“If they’ve seen the nightsmoke we won’t have five minutes,” I reply, running after him.

“Then hope they haven’t seen it.”

Less than a minute later Gabriel and I are in Van’s room. She’s carefully packing vials into an already full carpetbag. She says, “Nesbitt went into Geneva yesterday to buy some provisions. I think he must have been spotted.”

She opens the drawer by her bed and takes out the Fairborn. She drops it into a large leather bag, which she then picks up. As she strides to the door she points to a pile of leather-bound books and the carpetbag. “Bring those.”

We all head to the garage at a fast pace, meeting Nesbitt on the way, a large bag slung over his shoulder.

A minute later Nesbitt, Van, and I are in the back of a black limousine. Gabriel is wearing a chauffeur’s cap and is driving. And we’re out of the sunken garage, climbing into the pre-dawn light, along the drive, and out through the electric gates. It’s probably only five minutes since I saw the Hunters but it feels like twenty.

The road looks normal but Hunters aren’t likely to be driving up and down in tanks.

Gabriel pulls out and turns right, away from Geneva. Half a minute later a van drives past in the opposite direction and Gabriel calls to us. “Hunters in that. Three in the front, who knows how many in the back.”

No one replies and we all scan each vehicle that we go past. Half an hour later we’ve left the lakeshore road and are heading north and we’ve not seen any more Hunters.

“Where are we going, by the way?” Gabriel asks.

Van says, “North is fine for the moment but soon we’ll need to turn east. I know the perfect place. It’s an old castle but nicely secluded and remarkably well maintained. It should be free at this time of year.”