Jane and the Raven King (17 page)

F
inn was upside down, but the pale ground reflected his right-side up reflection. “Nice idea,” he grunted.

“We’re alive, aren’t we?” Jane said. Something about the reflection bothered her.

Manali brushed herself off. “Well done, Jane. Seriously, we never would have made that jump.”

Finn rolled over. Behind them, the Tolec Hand lit up as lightning struck it.

“Manali is right,” he said. “A-plus, Jane.”

Ahead the pale ground went on and on as far as they could see. It was reflective like glass but murky like frozen milk, and it was completely flat. The sky was still black, but the lightning was behind them now.

Jane checked the knife. The horizontal lines represented the Old Wall; the dot with five lines was the Tolec Hand. Next came a circle. Just a circle.

“This is the Stone Lake,” Finn said. “I think we should be able to walk straight across.”

“I can’t see the other side,” Manali said. “Are you sure?”

Jane said, “It’s a circle on the Sharp Map…”

“Hop on,” Finn said. “Let’s keep moving.”

As they started across the Stone Lake, Jane watched their
reflections. What kind of rock could make a reflection like that? She realized what was bothering her about it: The stone only reflected them. The stone surface should have been black from reflecting the sky—but instead it was white.

“I don’t like this,” Jane said. “Why is it called the Stone Lake? Doesn’t a lake have water?”

“How should I know?” Finn said.

Jane stiffened. “I was just asking.”

“I only know it’s called the Stone Lake,” Finn said. “That’s it.”

“Fine,” Manali said. “Geez.”

The way Manali said that irritated Jane, as if Manali thought both of them were stupid.

“You know, you can go back if you’re still scared,” Jane said.

Manali smirked. “Why? Because you don’t need me all of a sudden? You’re the savior who is going to fix everything all by yourself? You sure needed me a little while ago, when you called me in Mumbai. At Castle Alsod, I only let you sit with me because I felt sorry for you—not because I like you.”

“You’re right,” Jane said. “I
don’t
need you. You’re not the one who has to fight the Raven King. You’re just going to stand back and watch.”

Finn shook, like a wet dog, and they went tumbling off his back. “I can’t stand listening to you two,” he said. “Find your own way across.” He turned back. “I’m not a baby-sitter.”

“No, you’re a big dumb dog,” Manali said, “and you can’t even fly straight.”

“And you’re a brat,” Finn said—and then to Jane, “But Manali isn’t as bad as
you
. We’re all going to die here because of you.”

“I didn’t ask you to come along,” Jane said. “You came to me, remember? Do you think I want to do this?”

“Then why are you here?” Finn said. “You don’t have any more spells, and the Name of the World might not even be at the Steel Mountain. The Raven King is probably just sitting there waiting for us. Did you think of that?”

“Of course she did,” Manali said. “She’s thought of everything, yeah? She’s the
savior
.”

“And you’re just the stuck-up sidekick,” Jane said. “You just came along to watch me die,
yeah
?”

Manali reddened. “Shut up, Jane.”

Jane raised her fist. “
Shut up, Jane
.”

Manali said, “Put your stupid hand down.”

Finn huffed flames. “Maybe I should just drop-kick both of you back to those hungry-hungry pipes. Like this…”

Jane noticed something, and she shouted, “
Wait!
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They stopped. Jane looked back at their reflections. In the reflected stone, Jane and Manali were still riding on Finn’s back, casually talking. When Jane saw the image on the Stone Lake, her mind cleared like someone with blurry vision putting on glasses.

Jane murmured, “What are we doing?”

Manali laughed. “I’m going to break your nose.”

Jane pointed at the ground. “Look.”

Now Finn saw it too. He said, “Don’t argue please. Climb on.”

They did.

“Keep watching it,” Finn said. “Don’t look away from the stone. You have to do what your reflection does or you’ll stop being you. The Stone Lake will twist your personality…”

So Jane watched, and when the reflection-Jane raised her hand to brush back her hair, Jane raised her hand to brush back her hair. When Jane’s reflection spoke silently to Manali, Jane apologized, and Manali—still watching her own reflection—said, “I’m sorry too.”

“Me three,” Finn said, imitating his reflection. “And I can already see the other side. We’re across!”

As the girls rode Finn off the pale stone, a chill passed across the back of Jane’s neck.
There is it,
she thought.
The vertical lines…

A
skeletal forest grew at the bottom of a jagged black mountain. It was the same mountain Jane had seen in the third spell paper. To get there, they would have to go through this forest. There was no dirt; the trees grew right out of the iron-slab ground like street poles. The forest was leafless and gray, and when a cold wind rushed down from the top of the mountain, the trees rattled
crisp-crisp
, moaning like a thousand sad voices.

Manali said, “Finn, are you absolutely certain you can’t fly?”

“I wish I could,” he said.

Manali looked at Jane. “I’m sorry—I
am
scared. I don’t want to go through this forest.”

“I didn’t mean what I said before,” Jane said. “But I don’t think there’s another way up. The Sharp Map shows these up-and-down lines. I think they’re supposed to be trees.”

Manali stared at the gray forest. “They don‘t look like trees—they look like bones.”

Finn said, “Jane’s right. There’s no way around if we want to go up the Steel Mountain.”

Jane approached the edge of the forest. “Does this place have a name, Finn?”

“I think it’s called the Forgotten Woods. It has some
connection to someone in your family. Not to Diana Starlight—to someone long before your grandmother.” He frowned. “I can’t remember.”

“Whoever made this knife went through this forest,” Jane said. “That means we can make it too.”

The wind howled again. The trees swayed with a noise that sounded like crying, and Jane heard the word, “Mary…”

“Right-o,” Finn said to Jane. “You go first.”

As Jane stepped between the first trees, the air got colder. Manali and Finn were right behind her.
Mary,
Jane thought.
Who is she, and why does that name sound familiar?
The forest constricted, as if the trees were creeping closer.
But that’s silly,
Jane told herself.
Trees can’t move.
Then she remembered the grove of apple trees back at the bobbin ruins—the place she’d hidden from the kangaroo. Those trees had thrown apples. There Jane had uncovered an old statue of a girl wearing an armored chest plate and ancient clothing, holding an apple and…a black knife. The Sharp Map.
The girl in that statue was called Applepatch Mary,
Jane thought.
And
Traitor
had been carved over the statue’s plaque
…

Jane said, “Finn, who was Applepatch Mary?”

The wind shook, and the overhead branches scraped like claws. The forest moaned, “Go away!”

“She’s the one connected to this forest,” Finn said. “But I can’t remember what she did. Anyway, there are no apples here.”

The wind cried, “She betrayed us!”

Manali said, “Did you hear that? It sounds like the wind is talking.”

The trees were close now, and Jane ducked under a low branch.

“Maybe there
is
another way around,” Finn said. “I don’t think the trees want us here.”

“I don’t understand,” Jane said as she walked deeper. “Why would the trees be angry?”

The wind howled. A branch smacked the back of Finn’s head, and as he yelped, a second branch snared his tail. A third branch pinned his front legs. “Hey!” he shouted. “Let go!”

“We are not trees!” the wind screamed.

Manali said, “Finn’s right—this forest is crazy! We should go back!”

But Jane stood her ground. “Of course you’re trees…”

As the trees pushed Finn to the ground, he said, “I’ll burn you all down if you don’t let go!”

A branch snapped around his snout, like a muzzle. “Stop it!” Jane said, and she drew the black knife.

A low branch pulled Manali into the air—“Jane!”—and the trees leaned closer to Jane. Finn thrashed, but each time he was about to break free, more branches latched onto him. A tree limb cracked open, and a white mist, like powder or pollen, coated Finn’s head. He closed his eyes and fell limp, like a sack of potatoes.

“Let him go!” Jane said. A branch snagged her shirtsleeve, and she twisted away. “I’m warning you!”

The wind moaned, “Forbidden! Traitor!”

Overhead, Manali shouted, “Run, Jane!”

No,
Jane thought.
I will not run from these trees! This is the only way through. It’s on the Sharp Map.

Another limb split open above Manali, and white dust sprinkled her face. She slumped and stopped struggling.

A tree limb coiled like a thick rope around Jane’s wrist. When she tried to hack at it with the knife, another branch slapped her arm down. Roots swallowed Jane’s feet. Now a branch hugged her waist, and she couldn’t move her arms. She was trapped.

The trees shook. “We are cursed.” Branches were squeezing Jane’s chest too tightly. “We do not want to grow.”

She tried to move her left hand and the knife, but her wrist was twisted down; if she struggled, the blade would stab her own arm, not the branches.

“We want justice, not peace.”

“Please,” Jane gasped. “Stop!”

“Sleep,” the wind murmured. A branch snapped over Jane’s face, and the powder—it smelled like sap and flowers—covered her face. She held her breath. “And never wake up.”

At last she couldn’t help it. Jane gasped for air. She breathed deep, swallowing the powder, and the forest was—

J
ane? Jane, it’s time to wake up.”

“Huh?” Jane sat up in bed. Early morning sunlight filled her bedroom. Her father was smiling in the doorway dressed in his navy blue robe and pink bunny slippers.

“You sounded like you were having some serious dreams,” he said.

Jane didn’t know what to say. Her bedroom looked just like it always did. There was the usual mess of books, papers, and clothes. And there was Iz, safe and sound in his glass iguana tank.

“Is everything okay?” her father asked.

She wiped sleep from her eyes and put her bare feet on the carpet. It felt real. A moment ago she had been in a talking forest with a dragon and a girl from India…A dream. All of it was a dream. Of course it was.

“Everything is fine,” Jane said.

“Good,” her father said. “Mom is making pancakes. They should be ready in a few.”

After he left, she heard him knock on Michael’s door to wake him up. Jane’s pulse was still racing, and she could almost feel the trees grabbing her arms. She rubbed her wrists, clapped her hands, and smiled. There was no Raven King or Hotland. It was all imaginary. But it had felt so real.

She went to the bathroom and then looked in Michael’s room. He was already at his computer, checking his email.

“Good morning,” Jane said.

“Hi,” he said. “The pancakes smell good.” He was right; they did. “Is breakfast ready yet?”

“I don’t know,” Jane said. “Michael, did anything happen last night?”

He frowned. “Like what?”

“After I went to bed, I thought—I guess I dreamed—that all kinds of things happened. Really weird things.”

Michael shrugged and kept clicking his mouse. “They were just dreams,” he said.

“Is Grandma Diana still here?”

“I think so. She got stuck in the storm and couldn’t go back to her hotel, remember? I’m just glad the power is back on.”

Their mother called from the kitchen, “Breakfast!”

Michael hopped up, and they both went in to set the table. Already seated, Grandma Diana was drinking a cup of tea beside their father. He was flipping through the newspaper.

“Good morning,” Grandma Diana said. “I trust we slept well.”

Michael set the plates and glasses while Jane arranged the forks, knives, and spoons.
Everything is back to normal,
Jane thought.
I’m so happy it wasn’t…why are there butterflies in my stomach?

When they were all eating, Jane’s mother said, “Jane, is something wrong? I hope the storm didn’t keep you up.”

Before Jane could answer, Michael said, “Mom, after breakfast, can I listen to the iPod again?”

“We have a few errands to run today,” their mother said. “And Grandma Diana was talking about a trip to the park.”

“Do we
have
to go to the park?” Michael asked.

Grandma Diana smiled. “We don’t
have
to do
anything
, Michael. I thought it might be pleasant. I understand they have playground equipment.”

“That’s only for little kids,” Michael said.

“I’m sorry,” Jane said, swallowing. “I have the strangest feeling right now…”

Her father touched her forehead. “Are you all right?” he said. “You look pale, Jane.”

Jane coughed. Each time she breathed, her chest stuttered like a balloon that wouldn’t fill all the way. “Grandma Diana, the stone you gave me yesterday…” Jane wheezed. “In my dream last night, I used it to—”

Her father grabbed her hand. “Jane! I don’t like the way she looks.”

“I’m sorry, dear,” Grandma Diana said. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I don’t recall giving you a stone.”

“A Wishing Stone,” Jane said, and she staggered into the hall. “I put it…” Her vision filled with spots.

Behind her, Jane’s father said, “Call an ambulance! Jane, sit down!”

“Under my…” Jane stumbled into her bedroom and collapsed at her bedside. She couldn’t hold her eyes open. She couldn’t catch her breath. Jane fumbled under her pillow. There was nothing there. It wasn’t real.

It
was
,
Jane thought.
I know it was.

Somewhere far away, Jane’s father was shouting, “—to the hospital right now!”

Her mother was speaking on the phone, “…I don’t know—oh, God, she just fell…”

Wake up,
Jane told herself. She slumped forward and tried to breathe, but no air came.
Wake up. Applepatch Mary has something to do with the trees that don’t think they are trees. What did Finn say back at the apple grove? Applepatch Mary tried to save the bobbins, but she couldn’t. I knew Gaius was hiding something—the bobbins didn’t die. The trees…

Jane dropped to the floor.
Wake.
She imagined her hand moving the black knife.
Up.