The Unicorn Thief (15 page)

Chapter 30

Wonder whined, and Indy huffed at Ben. “It's all right, Indy-boy.” Ben gave each of the unicorns another lump of sugar.

“You steer,” Twig said. “I'll get out the map.”

Twig scratched Wonder with one hand and traced their route from the boardwalk to the true heart of the Death Swamp with the other.

The dangers leaped off the page, tongues of fire and gnashing teeth.
We're here. We're everywhere. And now we've got you, Twig. We're going to take you from that island for good
.

One wrong turn, and they could go up in smoke or be sucked—or dragged—into the mud, becoming a part of it forever. No one she loved would ever see her again. She thought of Mom, alone in jail. Twig knew her mother missed her, that she longed to see her. And Daddy would be home in a few days. He was looking forward to coming to see her at the ranch, watching her ride before he took her home with him.

The swamp haze grew thicker, the shadows darker. Twig got out the big flashlight she'd packed and flipped it on. Ben gripped her arm and pointed. She stifled a scream. Scattered above the water, small, round lights glowed red.

“Swamp lizards,” Ben whispered.

“Those are their eyes? There are so many of them.”

“We'll stay still and calm. We'll be okay, I think.” Ben pushed his paddle gently away from the glowing eyes. Twig did the same, trying not to make a splash.

Wonder shrieked. Twig jumped up to steady her, and that's when she saw the snake creeping along Wonder's back, wriggling through her mane. She recognized the pattern of stripes instantly from the illustrations on the map. It lifted its pointed head, poised to pierce Wonder's neck.

Before Twig could draw her sword, Indy slashed at the snake with his horn and sliced it in two. But as he did so, he lost his balance and plunged into the water. Wonder leaped after him. Ben tossed the writhing remains of the snake over the other side of the boat and whistled for Indy to come back, but Wonder was spooked. She leaped farther away from the snake—and the pirogue.

Indy called to Wonder and turned back toward the boat and his rider. Twig held the flashlight up just in time to see a pair of those red eyes darting through the water, right toward Indy. Ben yelled a warning, and Indy leaped and swam away, after Wonder.

“Paddle!” Ben cried. “Hurry!”

They paddled furiously after the unicorns and away from the dozen or so red eyes—eyes that gleamed with new interest. One by one, the swamp lizards began to weave through the swamp plants toward the little boat.

Twig called to Wonder, and Ben whistled to Indy, and their unicorns struggled against the swamp, back to the pirogue. Ben grabbed Indy by the halter. He pulled while Indy lunged. Indy made it in, but the pirogue tipped with the impact. Twig shoved her paddle into the muck, and Ben shifted his weight, steadying it just before it tipped over. Ben scooped swamp water out of the pirogue with cupped hands while Twig tried to calm Wonder and get her to come to the boat.

“Nice and steady. Come on.” Wonder slowed down all right. Now she was barely moving at all, and the near capsizing of the pirogue had reignited the swamp lizards' interest. Wonder snorted and tossed her head. She kicked, and Twig saw it—a tangle of swamp weeds wrapped around her foreleg.

“Wonder's in trouble!”

The unicorn lunged forward, toward the boat—into a dip in the swamp floor, into deeper water. She sank up to her neck, her eyes wild with fear, pleading with Twig,
Save
me. Save me. Don't let me die here.
Ben struggled to keep Indy under control and in the boat. Twig threw everything off her back, even her shell and her mini-backpack. Holding only her sword, she jumped into the water and swam to Wonder.

Ben was shouting at her. An arrow whizzed by, and something splashed. Something big. A swamp lizard's bumpy tail disappeared into the water.

Twig groped for Wonder's reins and tried to hold her head still so she could talk to her. Wonder was growing more and more exhausted. Sinking deeper and deeper. And it was impossible to hold on to Wonder with one hand and her sword with the other while treading water. Twig took a deep breath, let go of Wonder, and dove into the murky water. She felt for Wonder, praying she wouldn't take a hoof in the head or accidentally slash Wonder with her sword.

She found Wonder's leg and worked her fingers under the weeds that threatened to tether her to the Death Swamp forever. There was no way she could cut them off Wonder's leg with her sword without cutting Wonder too. Not the way the unicorn was kicking and fighting to escape, to stay alive.

Desperately, Twig slashed through the water underneath Wonder's feet. The water surged around her, and Twig bobbed up, gasping and spitting swampy grit. Wonder swam toward the pirogue. She was free. Twig had cut the weeds away from the swamp floor.

“Twig!” Ben held his hand out for her, and she climbed into the pirogue.

Twig held on to Wonder's bridle while Ben pushed the pirogue into shallower water, and Wonder clambered in. Ragged weeds hung from her forelegs.

Ben glanced behind them at the swamp lizards. He shoved a paddle at Twig. “Let's go!”

Still out of breath, Twig paddled for her life—for all of their lives. They navigated around a cluster of floating plants that resembled blackened lily pads and into a patch of open water.

“Strange.” Ben took Twig's flashlight and shined it. “They're not following.”

The pairs of red eyes clustered together, watching but not following—almost as though they were waiting. For what?

A burst of blue flame lit up the swamp. The unicorns cried out, and this time, Twig couldn't stop her scream.

“Swamp fire! Twig, the map!” Ben pushed them away from the flames. “We've gotten off course. We have to get out of here and headed the right direction without—” He nodded at the swamp lizards.

Without running right back into their hungry, razor-toothed mouths.

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Twig hastily unrolled the map. She scanned it, then found the spot they'd entered—Fire Lagoon. “I think I know where—”

“Ahh!”

Flames shot up, bright blue, just off the starboard side of the pirogue. Fire crawled along Ben's cloak. Twig helped him tear it off and smother the flames. The side of the pirogue was singed. Wonder and Indy neighed wildly and moved to the opposite side of the boat. It tipped dangerously low in the water.

Twig and Ben struggled to keep the unicorns calm and the pirogue balanced as they paddled through the minefield of bursting flame. Finally they reached the end of the lagoon and a narrow passage of water that led them in the right direction. Ben put down his paddle with a sigh of relief. He grimaced at his blackened cloak, then put it back on.

Twig hugged Wonder and said a prayer of thanks. She'd almost lost her. They'd almost lost everything.

Twig consulted the map again. “The good news, aside from the fact that we made it through there alive, is that little detour through Fire Lagoon was actually a shortcut. We never would've gone through there on purpose, but I think it saved us some of that time we lost with Wonder being stuck. Look.”

She pointed out the swamp life, beginning to look more like life instead of death again—green instead of black and rotting, the mud brown instead of tarlike. As long as they stayed on course, the worst was over. They headed toward the boardwalk. Soon they'd be on solid ground, they'd have that flag, and everyone could go home in peace.

“There's the boardwalk,” Ben said.

“I think we're close to the Eastland entrance. Pull up to the boardwalk, and I'll check.”

Ben pushed the pirogue to the boardwalk and used his paddle to hold it steady while Twig climbed out. She peered through the binoculars Taylor had loaned her, down the rickety path, into the fog of swamp fumes. At first she couldn't make anything out, but then the haze shifted, and she glimpsed something bright green, trimmed in gold.

“There! There it is! Eastland's flag.”

They got their unicorns out of the pirogue and onto the boardwalk, then lifted the boat out of the water and set it down.

Twig mounted Wonder, then turned back to look at the flag. Though it hung limp in the gloom of the Death Swamp, it was the most beautiful thing she'd seen in a long time. But this time Twig spotted something under the flag. She lowered the binoculars with a shaky hand.

“Oh no. Oh, Ben. He's here.”

“What?” Ben took the binoculars and looked for himself. His frown of worry turned to fury. “Reynald! He's brought that soldier, Ackley, with him as his companion.”

The figures walked slowly back and forth on a little section of boardwalk. Pacing. Waiting—for them.

Reynald didn't seem to notice them yet. He and Ackley had no binoculars, and the swamp smells must be keeping the unicorns from catching one another's scents. They were hundreds of yards away, but Twig talked to Wonder, urging her to be still, not to cause any vibrations on the boardwalk.

“How did he know?” Twig whispered just in case.

“That bird! Just when we entered the swamp, I thought I heard Emmie cooing to another pigeon. The Eastlanders sent Reynald a message as soon as they saw our boats. He's been here the whole time, waiting for us.”

“But he'd never get our flag first by waiting here.”

“He'd keep us from getting his. Reynald wasn't willing to bet that the swamp would kill us. Besides, he wants a fight. He thinks he'll take care of us, and then take his time riding through the swamp to get my flag.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Fight for that flag. Get ready, Twig.”

The boardwalk groaned under the unicorns' hooves as they advanced. Soon Reynald and his companion would know they were coming.
Dear
God
, Twig prayed,
don't let us die. Don't let me have to kill anyone. Not a unicorn or a person
.

The unicorns neighed. All heads turned toward the sound. Another rider was coming from the south side of the swamp. He glanced quickly at them, then plunged forward, toward Reynald. As he rode, he fired at Reynald. Though he was covered in swamp muck, Twig recognized those movements. They were so much like Ben's. There was only one person it could be.

Griffin.

He was headed for the boardwalk. To cut off the Boy King's charge. To stop the duel.

Where did he come from? But as his mud-spattered mount plowed through the swamp, Twig knew the answer. He'd entered from the north side of the swamp. He hadn't used the boardwalk at all; he'd just ridden right through.

“Griffin! No!” Ben plunged off the boardwalk, headed for Griffin, shouting, “She sent you, didn't she? To stop me. I should've known she'd never really agree!”

“Get back on the boardwalk! I'm not doing this for her! I'm doing it because I cannot lose you, Ben.”

The boardwalk shook. In the distance, Stone Heart and Ackley's unicorn howled for battle. They charged toward Twig while Ben and Griffin splashed and argued in the murky water.

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A lump swelled in Ben's throat even as his pulse pounded with urgency. His brother and his unicorn, Breaker, were in a terrible state. A trickle of blood streamed through the mud and algae caked on Griffin's unicorn's coat. A nasty scrape marred Griffin's cheek, and his cloak was ripped almost in half. His quiver was dangerously close to empty. He drew his sword—or what was left of it. The end of it had broken—or been bitten—right off.

“This is my decision.” Ben cut in front of Griffin. “It has nothing to do with you.”

Griffin veered to the side. “No, it was
my
decision, and it has everything to do with me.”

Ackley fired at Griffin, and all he could do was dodge. Ben fired back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Twig, all alone on the boardwalk, charging bravely toward the Boy King. Her courage would be no match for Reynald's skill. Ben made his choice. He left Griffin and headed for the boardwalk to help Twig.

Griffin had ruined everything Ben was trying to do. Now the unicorns would suffer the losses of another war. Griffin had made it this far, winning who knew how many battles against the swamp—and now he was going to die. But Twig shouldn't have to pay the price.

“What is this?” the Boy King shrieked as he fired, not at Twig, but at Griffin. “What kind of cheating? What kind of trickery?”

Though stricken by the sound of the arrow piercing his brother's shoulder, of Griffin's strangled cry, Ben still felt the shame of Reynald's words, of what Griffin had done. Griffin drew his last arrow and, with a shout of agony, fired at Reynald.

“Ben! Behind you!” Twig cried.

There was a great splash, a flash of enormous teeth. A snap. Ben whirled toward his brother and grabbed at whatever he could. He pulled Griffin off Breaker just as the stallion disappeared under the water in the grip of a swamp lizard.

The putrid water bubbled up, then stilled. Ben clutched his older brother to his chest with all his strength as Griffin called out desperately for Breaker.

“He's gone, Griff.”

And
now
we're all going to die
. A sticky wetness coated Ben's hand—Griffin's blood, dripping into the swamp water as he hung half on, half off Indy in front of Ben. “Get behind me,” Ben commanded. For once, Griffin listened.

“They're coming. Look!” Twig cried. Sets of lizard eyes glided above the water, leaving telltale wakes behind them. “They look so big.”

A swamp lizard launched out of the water, right onto the boardwalk, and snapped at Wonder's feet. The boardwalk groaned with the force of the swamp lizard's lunge and the pounding of Wonder's hooves. Ben watched in horror as the section of boards gave way and crashed into the shallows of the swamp. The lizard attacked relentlessly, and beautiful Wonder Light splashed into the muck.

Wonder kicked. She struck the lizard in the head, then leaped farther into the water to escape its thrashing. Indy lunged and slashed through the lizard's throat with his horn. It sank into the swamp, limp and lifeless—but the swamp teemed with movement.

“Reynald!” Ben said. The boardwalk had collapsed beneath the Boy King, and now he was wading through the swamp too. “We have to work together if we want to get out of here. If we want to live.”

“I'm to trust you after this?” Reynald plucked Griffin's arrow from the hood of his cloak, where it had lodged after narrowly missing his head.

“I had no part in it,” Ben told him.

But Twig said, “You don't have a choice!”

Reynald let his arrow fly, right at Twig. Wonder leaped aside just in time, and behind Ben, Griffin grunted and something else flew—Griffin's dagger. It just missed Reynald's ear and struck Ackley instead.

Ackley plunged backward into the water. A frenzy of snapping and gnashing surrounded him. Twig screamed.

“Stay calm!” Ben barely got out the words.

Stone Heart flew into a panic as the mass of hungry jaws stirred up the water around his nimble feet, and his rider cried out in horror. He reared, and Reynald fought to stay on, but he was no match for the power of Stone Heart's terror.

The Boy King soared through the air and skid-splashed to a landing on a mass of water plants just out of reach of the swamp lizards.

“Look out!” Twig cried.

As Reynald scrambled backward across the slippery swamp plants, a wake shot toward him like an arrow. Twig darted around, circled behind the swamp lizards, and tried to make her way to Reynald, to save him, even though he'd just tried to shoot her.

The lizard's massive head broke out of the water, jaws poised to crush Reynald's legs and drag him to his death, but Ben's arrow struck right between his reptilian eyes. The beast fell into the water with a splash.

Twig leaned down, barely hanging on to Wonder. She extended her hand. Reynald took it and climbed behind her. Wonder scrambled onto what remained of the boardwalk.

“Stone Heart,” Reynald said hoarsely. “Please, help him.”

Ben met Reynald's pleading eyes. He nodded. “Hang on, Griff.”

“Ben!” Twig said. That was all. But her eyes said the rest.
Don't die
.

Ben said, “Just keep shooting. Keep me covered.”

“Get close.” Griffin's voice was barely audible in Ben's ear. “I can take Stone Heart. I can ride.”

“Griff—”

Another swamp lizard flew toward them through the water. It lunged out of the water. Just as Ben cried out, Twig's arrow pierced its head right between the eyes.

“Just do it,” Griffin said. “I got us into this. Let me do the right thing. For once, just let me do it, Ben!”

So Ben rode, plowing through the swamp while Twig's arrows whizzed through the air. He drew alongside Stone Heart, who was stuck in a tangle of mud and swamp plants, struggling madly and getting nowhere. Griffin clambered onto Stone Heart's back.

Ben threw Indy's reins to Griffin so that he could hang on while Indy tried to pull Stone Heart free. “Go! Indy, yah!”

Griffin clung to Stone Heart with his legs as he groped in his pockets with his free hand.

“What are you doing?” Ben said.

“Hold on. Just a minute.” Griffin pulled a tiny wooden tube out. He put it to his mouth and began to blow.

“What are you
doing
!”

Griffin moved his head as though in time with music, but no sound came out of the strange little instrument. He'd completely lost his mind. Or maybe he'd just lost too much blood. Ben reached out to snatch the little pipe and maybe smack some sense back into Griffin, but he froze halfway through the motion.

Stone Heart had grown still and quiet. He'd stopped his frantic struggling against the pull of the swamp. Underneath him, Ben felt the pulse of excitement, the tenseness of the battle, fade from Indy's body. Griffin motioned for Ben to drive Indy forward.

“Let's go, Indy-boy. Pull hard.”

The mud squelched as Indy leaped and lunged and Stone Heart was wrenched free, calm and steady, no longer fighting against Indy's efforts. Griffin tossed Indy's reins back to Ben. He pulled Stone Heart in front, and without being told, Indy followed. He climbed up onto the boardwalk after Stone Heart—as though in a trance.

Hypnotized
, that was the word Twig had used. Griffin had entranced the unicorns with that little instrument. Griffin was the unicorn thief.