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“I will,” I tell him, “but give me time. Beranabus first. If we—”
I stop, jaw dropping. Because an answering burst of energy has echoed back to me from a point far away.
“Was that Bran?” Bec hisses.
“I think so,” I say hesitantly. “But it was very weak. I guess there’s only one way to find out.” I look around to make sure everyone’s ready, then start forward, wading through the sluggish swirls of shadows, repeating the signal, zoning in on the area where the soul of Beranabus seems to be signaling back.
We reach the place where the response came from. I don’t see anything different at first. It looks like any other part of this wretched no man’s land. The souls cluster and swirl around us. I call Beranabus’s name but there’s no reply. I study the river of souls but it’s impossible to say who they might have belonged to in life. Maybe the reply was a fluke, or I only heard—
“That was always your problem,” a voice snaps inside my head. “You take too many things into consideration.”
“Bran!” Bec cries, head whipping from side to side, searching the gloom for her childhood friend.
“I’m here,” Beranabus says, and I trace the voice to a shadow circling overhead, no more remarkable than any other.
“Where is he?” Bec shouts. “I can’t see him.”
“Relax, Little One,” Beranabus hushes her. “Kernel’s the only one who can see me. You’ll have to be content with my voice. Not that it’s a bad voice. I’ve roared down demon masters in my time.”
I burst out laughing. This is the most incredible thing ever. I never thought I’d be in direct contact with my old mentor again. But before I can tell him how sorry I am that he was killed, Grubbs shouts at the dead magician.
“Is Bill-E here?” he cries.
“Aye,” Beranabus rumbles.
“Where? Let me talk with him. Bill-E!” Grubbs swivels wildly, shouting his dead brother’s name.
“Were you always this stupid or is it a result of your recent metamorphosis?” Beranabus snaps. “I was thousands of years old when I died, more powerful than any human in history. Yet it took everything I had to hold my thoughts together and not become one of the wailing cretins this place is stuffed with. Do you really think your young brother fought off the madness that all the others succumbed to?”
Grubbs draws to a stop and turns to face me, his eyes cold with hatred. “Show me where that vile old buzzard is. I’ll kill him again.”
Beranabus laughs cruelly. “Control yourself. I never put things politely when I was alive, so I’m hardly going to start now that I’m dead! Your brother’s here, he’s lost his mind and is suffering, and unless you free us all, he’ll remain trapped indefinitely.”
“Then we can free you?” Bec shouts hopefully.
“I think so,” Beranabus mutters. “That’s not why I told you to ask Kernel to find me, but it will certainly be a bonus. I can’t hold my mind together much longer. The effort…” In those few words I get the sense of how close Beranabus is to snapping. Despite his brave front, he’s terrified.
“Before we try that,” Beranabus says more brightly, “I want to know everything that’s happened since I died. Bec—open your thoughts to me.”
The shadow of Beranabus’s soul darts closer to Bec and hovers over the girl’s head. A tendril gently touches her forehead. She closes her eyes and smiles. I get the impression of memories being transferred, like data being uploaded from one computer to another. Then Beranabus sighs.
“I’d gathered some of that already—you can learn a lot here if you keep your eyes and ears open, metaphorically speaking—but there’s much more to consider now. I don’t think…”
He falls silent. Bec’s eyes half open, then close again. She nods softly and I realize he’s speaking privately to her.
Grubbs steps up beside me. “Can you find Bill-E?” he asks.
“Even if I could, would you want to speak to him like this?” I answer quietly. “Wouldn’t it be better to just free him?”
“But I never said a proper goodbye. There are so many things—”
“Kernel’s right,” Dervish says, laying a trembling hand on Grubbs’s shoulder. “Better to remember Billy as he was. If we can set his soul loose, that will be enough.”
Grubbs nods reluctantly, then squints at Bec. “What’s going on between those two? Why the secrecy?”
“I was wondering the same thing,” I whisper.
“Such suspicious minds,” Beranabus barks. “You’ll need to trust each other if you’re to defeat Death and save the universe. Haven’t you heard of teamwork?”
