Rise of the Evening Star (Fablehaven #2)

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moment later, he felt the cocoon start moving linearly. Then it stopped. Then it started again. The motion was a lot smoother now. It felt like the cocoon was in the back of a pickup truck that kept accelerating, decelerating, and turning.

And occasionally hopping.

It did not take long for Seth to deduce what it meant.

Olloch had swallowed him, cocoon and all.240The Thief's Net

Kendra slowly stirred her oatmeal. She lifted a glob on her spoon, turned the utensil over, and watched the wet clump plop back into the bowl. Her toast was growing cold.

Her orange juice was growing warm. She just wasn't hungry.

Outside the sun was rising, casting a golden glow over the garden. Fairies flitted about, coaxing blossoms into brighter bloom. The mellow, peaceful morning seemed indifferent to the fact that her brother had been kidnapped.

You should eat something, Grandma said.

Kendra put a bite of oatmeal in her mouth. In other circumstances it would have tasted good, dusted with cinnamon and sweetened with sugar. But not today. Today it was like chewing Styrofoam. I'm not in the mood.

Grandpa sucked butter from his thumb, having finished241 another piece of toast. Eat, even if it feels like a chore. Youneed your energy.

Kendra took another bite. You couldn't get the Sphinx last night? she asked Grandma.

Nor this morning. It just rang and rang. Which is unfortunate but not uncommon. He answers when he can.

I'll try again after breakfast.

Grandpa sat up straight and craned his neck, looking out the window. Here they come, he said.

Kendra sprang to her feet and ran to the back porch.

Tanu, Vanessa, Dale, and Hugo had emerged from the woods and were approaching through the garden. Hugo cradled

Coulter in one arm. The golem's other arm was missing.

Kendra saw no sign of Seth.

Distressed, Kendra turned to Grandma, who was wheeling

Grandpa out to the porch. I don't see Seth, she said.

Grandma put an arm around her. Don't jump to conclusions.

As Hugo and the others drew nearer, Kendra realized that Coulter looked different. His expression was blank, and his skin was bleached. His hair, which had been gray, was now white as snow. He had apparently suffered the same fate as Warren.

What news? Grandpa asked as the others gathered on the grass beneath the porch.

Nothing good, Tanu said.

What about Seth? Grandpa pressed.

Tanu looked down. The action said it all. Oh, no,

Grandma whispered. Kendra burst into sobs. She tried to242 stifle them by biting her sleeve. Squeezing her eyes shut did,not stop the tears.

Maybe we should wait, Vanessa said.

I want to hear, Kendra managed. Is he dead?

All signs suggest he has been consumed by Olloch,

Tanu said.

Kendra hunched against the porch railing, shoulders shaking. She tried not to believe what she was hearing, but there was no other choice.

Tell us everything, Grandma said, voice quavering.

Hugo was simple to track, though he traversed some rugged terrain, Tanu said. We met him heading back toward the house, returning along the same route he had used to reach the grove.

So Coulter did go to the grove, Grandpa said angrily.

Yes. For the life of me, Hugo looked dejected when we found him. He was missing an arm, had his head hung low, and was trudging slowly. Once we found him, we ordered him to take us to where he had left Coulter.

And Hugo went directly to the grove in the valley of the four hills, Grandma said.

Followed his own tracks, Tanu said. When we got to the grove I studied what evidence I could find. I saw where

Coulter and Seth entered the grove together. It did not appear Hugo was able to join them. Working my way around the perimeter of the grove, I found where Coulter's tracks departed. On the far side of the grove, I discovered where

Hugo had scuffled with Olloch. I'm sure that is where Hugo lost his arm. Nearby I saw where Olloch entered the grove.243 Not far from there, I found where Olloch left the grove. Wesearched and searched, but located no sign of Seth leaving the grove.

How could Olloch enter the grove if Hugo couldn't?

Kendra asked.

Different barriers work in different ways, Tanu said.

My guess is that the grove is less repellent to creatures of darkness. A demon like Olloch would be immune to many black curses.

Did you go into the grove? Grandma asked.

There is a malevolent evil there, Vanessa said.

We felt unprepared for what we might face below those cursed trees, Tanu said. We had to physically restrain Dale.

In the end, we followed Coulter's departing tracks and found him roaming in the woods as you now see him.

Kendra could hardly listen to the news. She clutched the railing and fought the overpowering grief throbbing inside of her. Each time fresh sobs shook her, she tried to weep quietly.

After all that had happened last summer, how close they had all come to losing their lives, it seemed unfair that death should now take Seth so suddenly and unexpectedly.

It was unimaginable that she would never see her brother again.

Could he be alive, swallowed whole? Kendra asked in a small voice.

Nobody would look at her. If the demon devoured him, he is no more, Grandpa said gently. We'll give it a day. If

Olloch consumed Seth, he should slow down and return to his dormant state until somebody else makes the mistake of244 feeding him. I don't mean to give you false hope, but wewon't know for certain that Olloch has ingested Seth until we locate the demon in his dormant state.

Should we look sooner? Kendra asked, wiping her eyes.

What if Seth's still out there, running?

He isn't running, Tanu said. Believe me, I looked. At best he may have found a place to hide inside the grove.

Which is unlikely if the demon came and went,

Grandma said sadly.

Can we get anything out of Coulter? Kendra asked.

He seems no more responsive than Warren, Dale said.

Want to see if he reacts to you, Kendra?

Kendra pressed her lips together. The thought of going near Coulter was revolting. He had killed her brother. And now, like Warren, his mind had flown. But if there was a chance he might reveal something useful, she had to try.

Kendra climbed over the porch railing and dropped to the grass. Hugo, set Coulter down, Dale ordered.

Hugo complied. Coulter stood still, looking even smaller and more frail now that he was albino and expressionless.

Kendra placed a hand on his white neck. Coulter cocked his head and looked her in the eye. His lips trembled.

We never got Warren to say anything, Kendra said.

Try asking him, Vanessa said.

Kendra placed a hand on either side of Coulter's face and stared into his eyes. Coulter, what happened to Seth.

Where is he?

Coulter blinked twice. The corner of his mouth245 twitched toward a smile. Kendra pushed him away. Helooks happy about it, she said.

I'm not sure you were getting through, Dale said. I

think he just liked your touch.

Kendra gazed up at the golem. Poor Hugo. Can we fix his arm?

Golems are resilient, Grandpa said. They frequently shed and accumulate matter. Over time the arm will reform.

Kendra, perhaps you should come in and lie down.

I don't think I can sleep, Kendra moaned.

I could give her a mild sedative, Vanessa offered.

That may not be a bad idea, Grandma said.

Kendra considered it. The idea of falling asleep and temporarily leaving all the heartache behind was appealing. She was not sleepy, but she was weary. Okay.

Placing a supportive hand on Kendra's elbow, Vanessa guided her up to the porch and back into the house. In the kitchen, Vanessa put some water on the stove. She left and returned with a tea bag.

Kendra sat at the table, absently handling a salt shaker.

Seth really is dead, isn't he?

It doesn't look good, Vanessa admitted.

I didn't picture this happening. It was all starting to feel like a wonderful game.

It can be wonderful, but it is definitely not a game.

Magical creatures can be deadly. I have lost several loved ones to them.

He was always asking for it, Kendra said. Always looking for risks.246 This wasn't Seth's fault. Who knows what kind of pressureCoulter might have applied to lure him away? Vanessa poured warm water into a mug, inserted the tea bag, and stirred in some sugar. I'm guessing you would prefer your tea drinkable versus scalding. She pulled out the tea bag and set it on the counter. This should be plenty potent.

Kendra sipped at the herbal tea. It was minty and sweet.

Unlike the rest of breakfast, it tasted like something she could finish. Thanks, this is good.

Let's start walking to your room, Vanessa said. In a moment, you'll be glad to be near a bed.

Kendra continued sipping from the mug as they climbed the stairs and passed down the hall. The drowsiness hit her on the way up the steps to the attic. You weren't kidding,

Kendra said, leaning against the wall to steady herself. I feel like I could just curl up right here and fall asleep.

You could, Vanessa said. But why not go a few more steps and sleep on your bed. Vanessa took the mug from

Kendra. It was not yet half empty.

The rest of the way to her bed, Kendra felt like she was moving in slow motion. After the painful news about her brother, the numb, detached sensation was welcome. She climbed into bed and instantly faded into a deep sleep, unable to process the final words Vanessa spoke to her.

Waking up from her drugged slumber was a delicious, gradual process for Kendra, like lazily floating upward out of deep water. The surface was not far off, and when she247 reached it, she knew she would feel perfectly rested. Nodesire to slap a snooze button, no grogginess from sleeping too long. She had never noticed herself awakening so smoothly.

When she was finally fully awake, Kendra hesitated to open her eyes, hoping the contentment would linger. Wasn't there a reason she shouldn't feel so perfect? Her eyes shot open, and she looked over at Seth's empty bed.

He was gone! Dead! Kendra closed her eyes again, trying to pretend it had all been a miserable dream. Why hadn't she awoken when Coulter came and took him? How had Coulter gotten him out of the house so stealthily?

She opened her eyes. Judging from the light, it was late afternoon. She had slept the day away.

Kendra went downstairs and found Grandma in the kitchen, chopping cucumbers. Hello, dear, she said.

Any news while I was out?

I've tried to contact the Sphinx twice. Still no answer.

I hope he's all right. Grandma stopped cutting and wiped her hands on a towel. Your grandfather wanted to talk to us in the study once you awakened.

Kendra followed Grandma to the study, where Grandpa sat reading a journal. He closed the book as they entered.

Kendra, come in, we need to talk.

Kendra and Grandma sat down on the cot near

Grandpa. I've been thinking, Grandpa said, and the way everything played out last night doesn't add up. I know

Coulter well. He is a cunning man. The more I ponder the situation, the less strategic sense I see to his actions,248 especially with him ending up an albino like Warren. Hisbehavior was so clumsy that I suspect he was not acting under his own volition.

You think somebody was controlling him? Kendra asked.

Such things are possible in numerous ways, Grandpa said. I may be wrong, and I have no concrete proof, but I

suspect we may have yet to discover our traitor. And so I

have set a plan in motion. It may cause some commotion tonight, so I thought it was only fair to warn you. Look under my cot.

Under the cot Kendra saw a six-foot-long, ornately carved box. Grandma peeked as well. What's in the box?

Kendra asked.

Less than an hour ago I called in Vanessa, Tanu, and

Dale. I told them I believed we had caught our traitor, but that I was worried about Christopher Vogel's presence on the property, undoubtedly with designs for more mischief. I told them that I had decided to hide the key to the artifact vault under my cot, and that I wanted them to know where it was in case of an emergency. Then we went on to discuss plans for tracking Olloch tomorrow, as well as how we might discover the whereabouts of our other uninvited guest.

Big box for a key, Kendra said.

It's no ordinary key, Grandpa said.

You're not actually using the key as bait, Grandma said, sounding certain he would not be so foolish.

Of course not. The box contains a thief's net. The key is hidden elsewhere.249 Grandma nodded approvingly.A thief's net? Kendra asked.

If anyone opens the box without deactivating the trap, the net will spring out and wrap them up, Grandpa explained. A magical tool for apprehending would-be robbers.

Where's the key? Kendra asked.

I'm not sure you should be burdened with that knowledge,

Grandma said. That kind of information could make you more of a target. Your grandfather and I are the only people aware of the key's location.

Okay, Kendra said.

Grandpa rubbed his chin. I've debated over whether to send you away, Kendra. On one hand, I strongly suspect that the crisis here at Fablehaven has not ended. On the other, the Society of the Evening Star will start trying to track you down the moment you exit the gates. At least the fences of

Fablehaven provide a barrier against them. With the register hidden in a new place, we should have no new undesired visitors.

I'd rather stay here, Kendra said. I don't want to put my parents in danger.

I think for now that is the best move, Grandpa said. I

recommend you sleep with your grandmother tonight in our room. I don't want you sleeping alone. The attic provides extra protection against magical creatures with bad intentions, but I'm afraid our remaining foes are mortal.

Because Olloch ate Seth and is now out of the picture,250 Kendra thought morbidly. Whatever you want, Kendrasaid.

Bedtime arrived much too soon for Kendra. Before she knew it, dinner was eaten, painful condolences were shared, and she was lying in a king-sized bed beside Grandma