Inkmistress (Of Fire and Stars 0.5)(29)
The hunters led us north along the base of the cliff until we reached a waterfall. The air smelled wet and green, and moss clung to the rocks just out of reach of the pounding water. As soon as our group stopped, Hal closed his eyes and tipped his face to the sky. Luminous mist danced through sunbeams streaking through the treetops, and a rainbow arched through the myriad droplets that broke and re-formed in the ever-changing light.
I bit my lower lip and waited, suddenly aware of every sound—the whisper of our cloaks as the breeze nudged against them, the distant crack of a twig under a person’s boot, and the sharp bark of a coyote somewhere in the hills. I wished I could hold the world still for Hal and silence any potential distractions. Though he looked all right, if I dropped into my Sight, the glow of his magic was more dim than usual. He wasn’t fully recovered.
“I Hear her,” he finally said.
I exhaled a long breath. “Where?”
“It sounds like someone or something is splashing in the stream.” Hal pointed up the waterfall. “But I also Hear something else. . . .” He furrowed his brow, then shook his head.
“How do we get to the top?” I asked Mukira.
Mukira considered her next words. The rushing of the waterfall hung in the silence between us, mist making my hair curl around my face.
“Your determination is impressive,” she said at last. She hobbled toward the face of the cliff, deeper into the mist. Her lynx stayed back, huddled behind a rock where the water couldn’t get to her.
“Asra, I don’t like this,” Hal said. “I Hear something else up there. Something like wind, but it sounds . . . wrong.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“It’s like a whispering voice, but I can’t make out what it’s saying. It sounds angry.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. My Hearing must be weaker than usual from the headache.”
“The elder said the winds were strong up there. It must be that. I’ll be all right.” I said the words as much for myself as him, then followed Mukira. I’d spent enough time being afraid. If this was my chance to stop Ina from sacrificing herself in a misguided attempt to kill the boar king, I had to take it.
The elder stopped a few paces from the cliff. “A cave lies behind this part of the falls. Inside you’ll find a tunnel that switches back all the way up to the top. It comes out in the trees, safe from the edge. Do not go near the cliff if you value your life. And if you can’t reason with your dragon friend, know that we won’t hesitate to shoot her.”
“As you say,” I said, wondering silently if falling off a cliff would kill me. Or was spilling my blood the only real danger if I fell? The rocks at the base of the waterfall were worn smooth from years of pounding water, but that didn’t mean I could fall without bloodshed, and I had no idea what would happen if I did. Once I had scraped my hand on a sharp rock while gathering herbs and a tree had sprouted out of the stone, cracking it in half. A few years before that I had accidentally cut myself slicing turnips for stew, and any vegetable my blood touched withered into a desiccated husk.
If I fell off the cliff, broken bones might punch through my skin like those I’d once seen jutting out of a deer carcass at the bottom of a ravine. Perhaps magic would burst out of me, killing everyone in central Zumorda. I shuddered at the thought, and then pushed it away. I didn’t have time to play out every disaster scenario in my mind. All that mattered was finding Ina and telling her the truth.
“I’ll be back soon,” I said, straightening my shoulders.
“Be careful,” Hal said. “I didn’t save you from those Valenko guardsmen so you could die falling off a cliff.” This time I knew he was teasing me.
“Well, I didn’t treat your headache and find you a place to sleep so I could die falling off a cliff, either,” I retorted.
A smile tugged at his mouth, but the dark hollows under his eyes betrayed more of his true feelings. Exhaustion. Worry. If I failed, his life would be forfeit, too. He was in no shape to be able to use his gift to talk his way out of this one.
“A few hunters will wait here for you to return—at least until the sun hits the treetops to the west,” Mukira said.
“I’ll wait here too, if that’s all right,” Hal said.
Mukira shrugged. “Your fate is tied to hers, so why not?”
They didn’t expect me to come back.
I entered the cave, which was every bit as dank as I expected. My chest constricted the instant the light from outside vanished. The stench of guano hit me, a reek that lingered even when I tried to hold my breath.
I sank into my Sight and used it to navigate the cave by picking up on the life within it. The perpetual presence of water made everything slick. Root formations and fungus lined the walls, and bats nested overhead, their sleep only mildly disturbed as I passed beneath them. Salamanders scurried away from me as I navigated the path, vanishing into cracks in the rock.
I crawled through sections of the passage too overgrown with roots to stand upright, and climbed up rugged stairs in the steeper portions nearly on my hands and knees. Water dripped onto my back, making me cringe with each drop. When I thought my legs might give out, I finally emerged. Sunlight filtered through willowy pine branches thinner than those back home. They rustled in a gentle breeze, but the wind was only a caress, nothing like the gales of doom the Tamers had described. Somewhere nearby the stream whooshed and gurgled as it raced toward the waterfall.