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A thought struck me, and I almost panicked. “I’m a Wind Witch, not an Ice Witch. What about Ulean? She’ll still be with me, won’t she?” I loved Ulean and couldn’t bear the thought that I might have to give her up.
Of course I will be. You merge wind and ice now. Fret not, I am with you, my friend. Ulean’s whisper came racing through the slipstream, and I almost jumped for joy.
Ulean! You’re here!
I served Lainule even though she was Queen of Summer. Elementals are not tied to strict rules unless they have been bound to one person, and we are bound. Although an Ice Elemental could not stand in the Court of Rivers and Rushes and survive. Just as a Fire Elemental would wisp away here and grow weak.
Relieved, I tried to stand on my own, but apparently I was still too shaky, and Lainule grabbed my elbow and wrapped her arm around my waist. It felt odd, the Queen herself being my support, but she simply smiled and I gratefully accepted her help.
As we entered the main hall of the castle, I gasped. The frozen tableau had come to life, and all the statues carved in ice were living, breathing members of the Court. Or at least, at first I thought they were, until I noticed they were translucent. But they bustled around in a silent hush of activity.
Not sure what to think, I glanced at Lainule. “Who are they?”
“Shades of the Court of Snow and Ice. They are the memories of those who grew so old they faded into time rather than retreat to the Golden Isle. Their memory still lives; they still go about their business but with no notice of what transpires today. They are the specters of your court.”
“Specters…what about those whom Myst murdered? Do they still haunt these halls? Do they still haunt the Marburry Barrow?” I gazed at the specters as they trekked through the hall, stopping, speaking to invisible companions, hurrying by on errands long, long taken care of.
Lainule’s expression darkened and her shoulders stiffened. “You may find, in the Barrow itself, that yes, there will be ghosts that walk the halls. If you do, then be wary. Hauntings—ghosts—are different than shades. Ghosts who walk because of violent deaths can be dangerous and, at times, envy the living to the point of attack. I will warn Rhiannon, too. So far, we have seen none since we moved back into Marburry, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there, skulking in shadows. If you do find ghosts, there are those in the Court who know how to deal with them. Strict will know who to ask.”
And then we were at the door.
Lainule turned to me. “Here I must leave you for the moment and go waken Rhiannon from her ordeal. The Elementals will help you hide your heartstone.”
“I’m still feeling weak—”
She held out a small cake. “Eat this, and all will be well.” And then she vanished—just disappeared from where we were standing.
The cake in my hand felt light, insubstantial, but I bit into it and a honey-rich flavor spread through my mouth, so delicate and sweet that I closed my eyes so nothing would distract me from the taste. As I swallowed, a warmth stole through my body, flushing me lightly, as it renewed and recharged me. A moment later, I felt like I’d eaten a full meal and was on the top of my game. Whatever those were, I needed the recipe!
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turned to find the Ice Elementals standing near me. One held the silver box, now closed. But I could feel the beat of my heartstone within it, and as I gazed up into their impassive faces, it dawned on me that they were holding my life in their hands.
Two went ahead, motioning for me to walk behind them. The other two—with the box—fell in at the rear. I wondered how we were to get over the bridge—it had shattered—but there, in a swath of brilliant gleaming ice, a walkway crossed the chasm. It was solid and this time, when I put my foot on it, it held fast, with no splintering.
We crossed the bridge and they turned to the left, leading me toward the horizon of trees. I expected to get tired, with all that had gone on, but my stamina stood steady, and whatever was in that little cake had given me plenty of energy. And—as I’d noticed when I first arrived—I was walking on top of the snow, not sinking in.
My thoughts were racing as we approached the tree line. I wondered what Rhiannon was doing. She was likely readying herself to hide her heartstone in the realm of Summer, and I imagined she was being led by Fire Elementals.
Ulean, are you here? I asked into the slipstream, but there was no answer.
She cannot hear you. One of the Ice Elementals turned his head to stare over his shoulder at me, startling me.
Why?
She is not bound to die for you should others attack. She cannot know the location of your heartstone and you must never tell her.
His words hit home. My heartstone…destroy it, you destroy me. And no one, not Grieve, not Luna or Kaylin or Peyton or Chatter…or Ulean…could know where it was hidden. My Ice Elementals and I would be the only ones who knew where it was, and they would die before giving up the information.
The ramifications of what we were doing were beginning to work their way into my brain. Even in the past day or two, I hadn’t really understood the magnitude of the transformations we were going through, but now I was beginning to grasp how much was at stake and just how far this was going to take us from everything we ever knew.
We walked in silence for what seemed like hours, but the cold did not chill me, and I did not tire. I was, however, getting a little bored. But then we came to the tree line, and here the trees ceased being silhouettes and became towering sentinels, dark in their boughs, covered with frozen ice and snow. I reached out to touch one of the limbs, and the tree shuddered gently as a dusting of powder fell to the ground, taking one of the icicles with it. A howl echoed in the distance, and I whirled.
“Animals? There are animals here?”
Of course. They live in the frozen land. Elk and reindeer, the bear and the wolf and the fox, the owl and winter rabbit.
They led me into the wood, deep into the heart of the forest, and more time passed under the silence of the woodland. But as we progressed, here and there I heard the echoing call of a bird, the rustle of a bush with animals hiding behind it. Life began to make itself known, and I felt a deep unwinding inside, as if a knot had loosened that I hadn’t even realized was there.
And then we stopped at the foot of a tall fir tree. A pale glow from the snow told me that there was an entrance to a portal here—I’d seen this before when we went after Lainule’s heartstone. I stood back as one of the Elementals brushed away a layer of snow and opened a trapdoor. And then he turned to me, handing me the box.
