Library of Souls (38 page)

“If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd never have believed it,” Enoch said. “Not in a million years!”

“You're fantastic!” I heard a little voice say, and there was Claire.

“Let me get a look at you!” I said, but when I approached the open door she shrank away. Impressed with my skills though they were, overcoming a peculiar's natural fear of hollowgast is no easy thing—and the smell probably didn't help, either.

“It's safe,” I said, “I promise.”

Olive came right to the door. “
I'm
not scared.”

“Me, neither,” said Emma, “and me first.”

She stepped through the door and came to meet me. I made the hollow kneel, leaned away from it, and managed somewhat awkwardly to put my arms around Emma. “Sorry, I can't quite stand up on my own,” I said, my face against her cheek, my closed eyes brushing her soft hair. It wasn't enough, but for now it would have to be.

“You're hurt.” She pulled away to look me over. “You've got cuts everywhere—and they're deep.”

“I can't feel them. I got dust all over me …”

“That could mean you're only numb, not healed.”

“I'll worry about it later. How long was I down there?”

“Hours,” she whispered. “We thought you were dead.”

I nudged her forehead with mine. “I made you a promise, remember?”

“I need you to make me a new promise. Quit scaring the hell out of me.”

“I'll do my best.”

“No. Promise.”

“Once this is over, I'll make any promise you like.”

“I'm going to remember that,” she said.

Miss Peregrine appeared at the door. “You two had better come in here. And leave that beast outside, please!”

“Miss P,” I said, “you're on your feet!”

“Yes, I'm recovering,” she replied. “I was spared by my late arrival here, and by some nepotistic favoritism on my brother's part. Not all my fellow ymbrynes were so lucky.”

“I wasn't sparing you, sister,” said a booming voice from above—Caul again, through the PA system. “I was merely saving the tastiest dish for last!”

“You shut up!” Emma shouted. “When we find you, Jacob's hollows will eat you for breakfast!”

Caul laughed. “I doubt that,” he said. “You're more powerful than I imagined, boy, but don't be fooled. You're surrounded with no way out. You've only delayed the inevitable. But if you give up now, I might consider sparing some of you …”

With a quick flick of their tongues, I made the hollows rip the speakers from the ceiling and smash them on the ground. As wires and parts sprang everywhere, Caul's voice went dead.

“When we find him,” Enoch said, “I'd like to pull out his fingernails before we kill him. Anyone have a problem with that?”

“As long as I can send a squadron of bees up his nose first,” said Hugh.

“That's not our way,” Miss Peregrine said. “When this is all over, he'll be sentenced by ymbrynic law to rot in a punishment loop for the rest of his unnatural life.”

“Where's the fun in that?” said Enoch.

Miss Peregrine gave him a withering look.

I made the hollow let me go, and with Emma's help I limped through the door and into the observation room. My friends were all there—all but Fiona. Ranged along the walls and resting on office chairs, I could see pale, frightened faces watching me. The ymbrynes.

But before I could go to them, my friends blocked my way. They threw their arms around me, holding up my tottering body with their embraces. I gave in to it. I hadn't felt anything so sweet in a long time. Then Addison came trotting up as nobly as he could with two hurt paws, and I broke away to greet him.

“That's twice now you've saved me,” I said, putting a hand on his furry head. “I don't know how I'll ever repay you.”

“You can start by getting us out of this bloody loop,” he growled. “I'm sorry I ever crossed that bridge!”

Those who heard him laughed. Maybe it was his canine nature, but Addison had no filter; he always said just what he meant.

“That stunt you pulled with the truck was one of the bravest things I ever saw,” I said.

“I was captured the minute I got inside the compound. I'm afraid I let you all down.”

There was a sudden, loud boom from outside the heavy door. The room shook. Small items tumbled off shelves.

“The wights are trying to blow in the door,” Miss Peregrine explained. “They've been at it for some time.”

“We'll deal with them,” I said. “But first I want to know who's unaccounted for. Things will get out of hand when we open that door, so if there are peculiars elsewhere in this compound who need rescuing, I want to keep them in mind as we go into battle.”

It was so dark and crowded that we resorted to a roll call. I called our friends' names twice, just to make doubly sure they were all here. Then I asked after the peculiars who'd been snatched from Miss Wren's ice house alongside us: the clown (thrown into the chasm, Olive told us through hitching sobs, for refusing orders from the wights), the folding man (left on the Underground in grave
condition), telekinetic Melina (upstairs and unconscious, having had some of her soul drained), and the pale brothers (same). Then there were the kids Miss Wren had rescued: the plain-looking boy in the floppy hat and the frizzy-haired snake-charmer girl. Bronwyn said she'd seen them being led off to another part of the compound, where other peculiars were being held.

Lastly, we counted the ymbrynes. There was Miss Peregrine, of course, whose side the kids had not left since they were reunited. There was so much I wanted to talk with her about. All that had happened to us since we last saw her. All that had happened to her. Though there was no time to say any of it, something did pass between us, in the brief moments our eyes would meet in passing. She regarded Emma and me with a certain pride and wonder.
I trust you
, her eyes said.

But Miss Peregrine, as deeply glad as we were to see her, wasn't the only ymbryne we had to be concerned about. There were twelve in all. She introduced her friends: Miss Wren, whom Emma had cut down from the ceiling, was wounded but coherent. Miss Glassbill was still staring in her vague and mindless way. The eldest, Miss Avocet, who hadn't been seen since she and Miss Peregrine were kidnapped together on Cairnholm, occupied a chair near the door. Miss Bunting, Miss Treecreeper, and several others fussed over her, adjusting blankets around her shoulders.

Nearly all of them looked frightened, which seemed distinctly unymbrynelike. They were supposed to be our elders and our leaders, but they'd been in captivity here for weeks, and they had seen things and had things done to them that had left them shell-shocked. (They also didn't share my friends' confidence in my ability to control a dozen hollowgast and were keeping as far away from my creatures as the dimensions of the room would allow.)

At the end of it, there was still one person among us who hadn't been named: a bearded, small-statured man who stood silently by the ymbrynes, watching us through dark glasses.

“And who's this?” I said. “A wight?”

The man became incensed.
“No!”
He tore off the glasses to show us his eyes, which were severely crossed. “I am
heem
!” he said, his accent thick and Italian. There was a large, leather-bound book on a table next to him, and he pointed to it, as if this somehow explained his identity.

I felt a hand on my arm. It was Millard, invisible now, his suit of stripes removed. “Allow me to introduce history's foremost temporal cartographer,” he said grandly. “Jacob, this is Perplexus Anomalous.”

“
Buongiorno
,” said Perplexus. “How do you do.”

“It's an honor to meet you,” I said.

“Yes,” he said, nose rising in the air. “It is.”

“What's he doing here?” I whispered to Millard. “And how is he still alive?”

“Caul found him living in some fourteenth-century loop in Venice that no one knew existed. He's been here two days, though, which means he could age forward very soon.”

As I had come to understand such things, Perplexus was in danger of aging forward because the loop he'd been living in was considerably older than the one we were in now, and the difference between those times would eventually catch up with him.

“I'm your biggest fan!” Millard said to Perplexus. “I have all your maps …”

“Yes, you tell me already,” Perplexus said.
“Grazie.”

“None of that explains what he's doing here,” said Emma.

“Perplexus wrote about finding the Library of Souls in his journals,” said Millard, “so Caul tracked him down, kidnapped him, and made him tell where it was.”

“I made oath of blood to never say nothing,” Perplexus said miserably. “Now I am cursed forever!”

“I want to get Perplexus back to his loop before he ages,” said Millard. “I won't be responsible for the loss of peculiardom's greatest living treasure!”

From outside the door came another boom, this one even bigger and louder than before. The room trembled and pebbly bits of rock rained from the ceiling.

“We'll do our best, dear,” Miss Peregrine said. “But we've got other things to see about first.”

* * *

We quickly hatched a plan of action, such as it was: throw open the big door and use my hollows to clear the way. They were expendable, seemed in good working order, and my connection with them was only growing stronger. As for what could go wrong, I dared not even wonder. We would find Caul if we could, but our priority was escaping the compound alive.

I brought my hollows into the little room. Everyone gave them a wide berth, pressing their backs to the walls and their hands over their noses as the creatures shuffled past and gathered round the heavy door. The largest hollow knelt down and I saddled myself to him once more, which made me so tall I had to hunch forward to keep my head from scraping the ceiling.

We could hear the voices of wights outside in the corridor. No doubt they were planting another bomb. We decided to wait until they set it off before going out, so we stood by, waiting, a taut silence filling the room.

Finally, Bronwyn broke the tension. “I think Mr. Jacob should say something to all of us.”

“Like what?” I said, making my hollow turn so I was facing everyone.

“Well, you're about to lead us into battle,” said Bronwyn. “Something leader-ly.”

“Something inspiring,” said Hugh.

“Something that'll make us less terrified,” said Horace.

“That's a lot of pressure,” I said, feeling a bit self-conscious. “I don't know if this will make anyone less terrified, but it's something I've been thinking about. I've only known you for a few weeks, but it feels like so much longer than that. You're the best friends I've ever had. And it's weird to think that just a couple of months ago I was back at home, and I didn't even know you were real. And I still had my grandfather.”

There were noises outside in the hall, muffled voices, the thud of something metal being dropped on the ground.

I continued, louder. “I miss my grandfather every day, but a very smart friend once told me that everything happens for a reason. If I hadn't lost him, well, I never would've found you. So I guess I had to lose one part of my family to find another. Anyway, that's how you make me feel. Like family. Like one of you.”

“You
are
one of us,” Emma said. “You're our family.”

“We love you, Jacob,” said Olive.

“It's been quite something knowing you, Mr. Portman,” Miss Peregrine said. “You would've made your grandfather very proud.”

“Thanks,” I said, getting emotional and a bit embarrassed.

“Jacob?” said Horace. “May I give you something?”

“Of course,” I said.

The others, sensing that something private was unfolding between us, began to murmur amongst themselves.

Horace came as close to the hollow as he could bear and, trembling slightly, held out a folded square of cloth. I took it, reaching down from my high place on the hollow's back.

“It's a scarf,” said Horace. “Miss P was able to smuggle me a pair of needles, and I knitted it while I was in my cell. I reckon that making it kept me from going mad in there.”

I thanked him and unfolded it. The scarf was simple and gray with knotted tassels on the ends, but it was well made and even had my initials monogrammed in one corner.
JP
.

“Wow, Horace, it's …”

“It's no great work of art. If I'd had my book of patterns I could've done better.”

“It's amazing,” I said. “But how did you know you'd even see me again?”

“I had a dream,” he said, smiling coyly. “Will you wear it? I know it isn't cold, but … for luck?”