At first Kendra had no idea what he was talking about.
When would she have read a letter from the Sphinx? Then she remembered the letter she had read last summer while
Grandpa was sleeping after staying up late with Maddox. Of course! It had been signed S. For Sphinx!
It was a letter you sent Grandpa last year. He accidentally left it out in the open. You were warning him about the
Society of the Evening Star. I read it because I thought it175 might have something to do with my grandma. She wasmissing.
Be glad you did not read it with malicious intent. The letter would have turned into a toxic vapor. He folded his hands on his lap. We are nearly finished. Have you any final questions for me?
Kendra frowned. What do I do now?
You return to your grandfather with the knowledge that you are fairykind. You do your part to keep Fablehaven safe while the artifact is recovered. You take note of any new abilities. You counsel with your grandparents as needed. And you take comfort in the fact that you now know why the
Society is interested in you.
He placed a single finger beside his temple. One last thought. Though secret, and in many ways quiet, the struggle between the Society of the Evening Star and those who manage the preserves is of desperate importance to the whole world. Whatever the rhetoric on both sides, the problem boils down to a simple disagreement. While the
Conservators' Alliance wants to preserve magical creatures without endangering humanity, the Society of the Evening
Star wants to exploit many of those same magical creatures in order to gain power. The Society will pursue its ends at the expense of all humankind if necessary. The stakes could not be higher.
The Sphinx stood up. You are an extraordinary young lady, Kendra, with immeasurable potential. The day may come when you want to deliberately explore and channel the power the fairies have granted you. On that day, it would176 be my pleasure to offer guidance and instruction. You couldbecome a powerful adversary of the Society. I hope we can count on your assistance in the future.
Okay, wow, thanks, Kendra said. I'll do all I can.
He extended a hand toward the door. Good day, my new friend. Your brother can come see me now.
Seth reclined on a beanbag, staring at the ceiling.
Grandma sat on a nearby couch, leafing through a thick book. It seemed like all he ever did lately was wait. Wait for somebody to take him into the woods. Wait for the car ride to be over. Wait while Kendra talked forever with the
Sphinx. Was the purpose of life learning to endure boredom?
The door opened and Kendra emerged. Your turn, she said.
Seth rolled off the beanbag and stood up. What's he like?
He's smart, Kendra said. He said I'm fairykind.
Seth cocked his head. Very kind?
Fairy... kind. The fairies shared their magic with me.
Are you sure, dear? Grandma said, one hand over her heart.
That's what he said, Kendra shrugged. He acted sure.
Seth tuned them out and hurried over to the door. He opened it and shoved through the curtain into the room.
The Sphinx stood leaning against the Foosball table. Your sister tells me you are quite the Foosball player.
I'm okay. I don't own my own table or anything.176 177 I do not play often. Would you care to try your handagainst me?
Seth surveyed the table. I want to be cowboys.
Good. They were unlucky for me against your sister.
Are you really part lion?
You mean, am I appearing to you as an avatar? I will tell you if you win. Would you care to serve?
Seth grabbed the handles. You can.
As you wish. The Sphinx pushed the ball through the slot. The cowboys started spinning frantically. The Sphinx got control of the ball, nudged it sideways about an inch, and, with a flick of his wrist, blasted it into Seth's goal.
Wow! Seth said.
Your serve.
Seth put the ball in play. Flailing with his cowboys, he knocked it all the way to the Sphinx's goalie. Using controlled movements, the Sphinx passed the ball across the table, from row to row, until he slammed it into Seth's goal from a tricky angle.
You're amazing! Seth said. Did you say Kendra beat you?
Your sister needed confidence. Yours is a different problem.
Plus there is no chance of me telling you my secret unless you earn it. Seth put the ball back in play, and the
Sphinx swiftly scored again. The same thing happened two more times, the final point coming from a shot that put a spin on the ball so it curved into the goal.
You skunked me! Seth cried.
Do not tell your sister that I went easy on her. Tell her178 you beat me, if she asks. The Sphinx paused, looking Sethup and down. You have obviously been cursed.
A demon statue bit me. You can tell?
I knew beforehand, but the evidence of the curse is plain. Olloch the Glutton. How does it feel to be on his menu?
Not so good. Can you fix me?
The Sphinx opened the refrigerator. I offered your sister a drink.
You have anything from Egypt?
I have apple juice. I suppose Egyptians drink it sometimes.
Okay. Seth roamed the room, looking at the strange knickknacks on the tables and shelves. A miniature Ferris wheel, a collapsible spyglass, a crystal music box, numerous figurines.
The Sphinx popped open a can of apple juice and poured the contents into a frosty mug. Here you go.
Seth accepted the mug and took a sip. I like the frozen cup.
I am glad. Seth, I cannot remove the curse. It will remain until Olloch either devours you or is destroyed.
So what do I do? Seth started guzzling his juice.
You will have to rely on the barrier the walls of
Fablehaven provide. The day will come when Olloch shows up at the gates. The insatiable drive that compels him toward you will only increase over time. Worse, the demon is in the hands of the Society, and I suspect they will ensure he makes his way to you sooner rather than later. When179Olloch makes his appearance, we will find a way to deal withhim. Until that day, Fablehaven will be your refuge.
No more school? Seth asked hopefully.
You must not leave Fablehaven again until the glutton has been subdued. Mark my words, he will appear before long. When he does, we will discover a weakness and learn a way toexploit it. You should have no problem returning to school by the fall.
Having finished the juice, Seth wiped his lips with the back of his hand. No big rush.
Our conversation is nearly finished, the Sphinx said, taking the mug from Seth. Take care of your sister.
Turbulent times lie ahead. The gift the fairies have given her will make her a target. Your bravery can be a powerful asset if you can keep it unspoiled by recklessness. Do not forget that Fablehaven almost fell because of your folly. Learn from that mistake.
I will, Seth said. I mean, I have. And I'll keep
Kendra's fairykind thing a secret.
The Sphinx extended a hand. Seth shook it. One last thing, Seth. Are you aware that Midsummer Eve is scarcely a week away?
Yeah.
Might I make a suggestion?
Okay.
Don't open any windows.180An Uninvited Guest
Grandpa leaned back in his wheelchair, tapping his lips with the safe end of a fountain pen. Kendra and Seth sat in the oversized armchairs, and Grandma was behind the desk. Kendra and Seth had not seen Grandpa the previous night-Grandma had taken them to a fondue restaurant after their meeting with the Sphinx, and so they had not returned until well after dark.
Our story is that you were fairystruck, and that there were some residual effects from the incident, Grandpa said, ending the contemplative silence. It sounds perfectly plausible, and will make you less of a target than if word gets out you are fairykind. Obviously we never let on that the diagnosis came from the Sphinx-we do not mention him at all, to anyone.180 181 Coulter already knows we went to see him, Kendraconfessed.
What? Grandma leaned forward.
He already told me, Grandpa said. Ruth, he was trying to teach the lesson that spies could be anywhere, eavesdropping on conversations, and in the process learned about the Sphinx. The secret will be safe with Coulter. But he need not hear further details. No discussing it outside of this study.
So if anyone asks, Kendra was fairystruck, Seth said.
If someone knows enough to ask, and deserves an answer, that is our story, Grandpa reiterated. Now I hope we can get back to business as usual. Tanu is off scouting some unexplored territory. Coulter has an outing specifically for Seth. And Kendra can assist Vanessa with research.
Research? Kendra asked. Here in the house?
Seth bit the side of his hand. He was choking back laughter, which only served to inflame Kendra's indignation.
She's going through some journals, Grandpa said.
Following up on some hints left by Patton Burgess.
Why can't I go with Coulter? It's sexist! Can't you make him take me?
Coulter is one of the most stubborn men I know,
Grandpa said. I have serious doubts whether anyone could make him do anything. But I'm not sure today need be an issue for you, Kendra. I suspect you would rather skip this outing of your own accord. You see, a certain fog giant snared a valuable lead with us. In return, we promised him a live buffalo. So Coulter, Seth, and Hugo will be handing182over a buffalo to the brute to be instantly devoured. It willbe a gruesome sight.
Awesome, Seth whispered reverently.
Okay, well, I guess I don't mind skipping that, Kendra admitted. But I still don't like the idea of being left out of
Coulter's excursions.
Complaint noted, Grandpa said. Now, Seth, I don't want this Olloch the Glutton business keeping you up at night. The Sphinx is right, the walls of Fablehaven will be sufficient protection, and if he says he will help us take care of the glutton once the demon shows up, then I see no cause for worry.
Sounds good to me, Seth said.
Well, then, Grandpa said. Off you go.
Seth kept glancing over his shoulder at the buffalo they were leading along the path. Huge shaggy head, short white horns, bulky body, plodding gait. He had never appreciated what large animals they were. Had Hugo not been leading the beast with a bridle, Seth would have scrambled up a tree.
They had started out on paths Seth knew, but quickly turned down unfamiliar roads. Now they had reached lower, wetter terrain than Seth had ever seen at Fablehaven. The trees had more moss and vines, and the first shreds of unexpected mist eddied close to the ground.
Seth clutched his emergency kit. Alongside the more conventional contents, Tanu had added a small potion that would boost his vigor if he became exhausted. This morning183 Coulter had added a lucky rabbit's foot and a medallion thatwas supposed to repel the undead.
Is this rabbit's foot really lucky? Seth asked, fingering it.
We'll see, Coulter responded, eyes scanning the trees.
Are you superstitious?
I like to cover my bases, he said softly. Keep your voice low. This is not a hospitable area of the preserve. Now might be a good time to put on that medallion.
Seth fished the medallion out of his emergency kit and slipped the chain around his neck. Where did Hugo find a buffalo in the first place? he asked quietly.
There's a complex of corrals and stables on the preserve,
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Coulter said. Not filled to capacity, but with plenty of animals for Fablehaven to remain self-sufficient. Hugo does most of the upkeep. He brought the buffalo from there this morning.
Do you have any giraffes?
The most exotic it gets are ostriches, llamas, and buffalo,
Coulter said. Along with more traditional livestock.
The mist was getting thicker. The air remained warm, but the cloying smell of decay was increasing. The terrain became soupier. Seth began spotting clusters of fuzzy mushrooms and rocks slick with slime.
Coulter pointed to a path diverting off to one side.
Normally in Fablehaven you are relatively safe if you stay on the path. But that is only true of the real paths. That path, for example, was created by a swamp hag to lead the unwary to their doom.184Seth stared at the narrow trail meandering off into themist, trying to memorize it so he would never make the mistake of following it. They did not go much farther before
Coulter stopped.
We are now at the edge of the great marsh of
Fablehaven, he whispered. One of the most perilous, least explored areas of the preserve. A likely region for the inverted tower to be hidden. Come.
Coulter stepped off the path onto muddy ground. Seth squelched after him, with Hugo and the ill-fated buffalo bringing up the rear. Up ahead, through the shroud of white mist, a geodesic dome came into view. The grid of triangles that comprised the dome appeared to be composed of glass and steel. In form, the structure was similar to the domes of interlocking metal bars Seth had seen on playgrounds.
What's that? Seth asked.
A safe hut, Coulter said. Glass domes strategically placed in some of the more threatening areas of the preserve.
They provide the kind of refuge we enjoy back at the main house. Nothing can enter uninvited.
They walked about ten yards past the hut. Hugo, picket the buffalo here, Coulter ordered. Then stand watch from behind the hut.
Hugo produced a stake the size of a fence post and thrust it deep into the ground with a single powerful motion. The golem then fastened the buffalo to the stake. Coulter shook something from a pouch into his palm, then cupped his hand near the buffalo's muzzle. This will anesthetize him,'185 Coulter explained. Next he produced a knife and slashed thebuffalo on the shoulder. The buffalo tossed its heavy head.
A deep roar came echoing out of the mist. To the hut,
Coulter murmured, wiping the knife clean before stowing it.
He tossed the rag that he had used to wipe the knife near the buffalo.
The symmetry of the glass dome was broken only by a small hatch in one side, also made of glass and framed in steel. Coulter opened the hatch and crawled in after Seth.
The hut had no floor-just the bare earth. Hugo waited outside.
We're safe in here? Seth asked.
As long as we don't break the glass from the inside, no creature can get us, even a fog giant in a blood frenzy.