Iâm glad you did it,â said Nettle.
Bracken leaned on her shoulder. They staggered into the garden and pulled the door shut behind them.
chapter eighteen
The others were waiting in the little stone house.
âDid you get it?â cried Ben.
âYes, but it was awful,â moaned Nettle. âAwful.â She squeezed her eyes tight shut, willing herself not to cry, but still the tears leaked out. âToadflax came, this terrible witch. And she said she had the magic to find the Door. She said if we didnât come with her, we would never get another chance.â
âShe said our
fathers
were waiting and it was the only way to find them,â said Bracken in a broken voice. âShe said all our mothers cared about was them. That our mothers would have gone through the door and just left us behind if the Fading hadnât gotten them first.â
Dee patted them both on the shoulders. âThings will be okay,â she said awkwardly. âReally they will.â
âIâm sure your mothers wouldnât have done that,â said Anna. âDonât cry,â she said uncomfortably. âPlease donât cry.â
But they did cry.
Dee and Anna and Ben the Witchfriend and the raccoon all stood around and said kind and comforting things. Ben gave them an oil-stained red bandanna to use as a handkerchief, but nothing seemed to help.
Still, no one can cry forever.
âThere now,â said Ben, when at last they had stopped.
âAnd you do have the stone,â said Dee. âMaybe you can get to the other world anyway. On your own.â
Bracken looked at her in silence. Then she pulled the stone from her pocket. âI wonder,â she said slowly. âI wonder . . . if itâs as hard to do as Toadflax told us it was? Because if a secret is hidden in the stone, who would have hidden it?â
âUs,â said Dee, nodding slowly.
Bracken nodded back. âAnd you wouldnât have made it a hard spell, would you? Because why would you do that, if you wanted another witch to find it?â
âWe wouldnât,â said Dee. âWe would have made a simple one.â
Bracken put her palm on the stone. â âOpen,â â she said.
And there, deep inside it, was the image of the great oak that grew right outside in the garden.
âCan you see?â asked Dee, peering into the stone. âIs there anything there?â
âItâs the oak,â said Nettle. âThe great big oak in the garden.â
âBut thereâs no Door
there
,â said Dee, frowning. âIs there?â
âI think it takes another spell,â said Bracken. She put her hand to her forehead.
âAre you all right?â asked Dee.
âMy head hurts,â said Bracken. âIt hurts more when I do magic. And my leg aches.â
The Fading, thought Nettle again. But it would not happen to Bracken.
It couldnât.
Bracken took a breath, then murmured some more, her face pale. Trembling, she passed her hand over the stone.
And deep in the stone, words formed themselves out of mist. Touch the tree, and say this spell, and the Door shall appear. Enter and welcome, seeker. Beneath that, in tiny silver lettering, were the words of a very simple spell.
âYou did it,â said Nettle softly. âOh, Bracken! You did it!â
âThe others at home,â said Bracken. âWe have to take them through the Door too.â
âBut how can we?â asked Nettle. âTheyâll never make it to the oak before the Fading gets them.â In her mind she saw a ragged V of witches falling from the city sky, spiraling down in a flutter of black, turning to glittering dust. . . .
âI have Woodfolk beads,â said Bracken. âIf we can fly home, we can wish everybody back here with the beads. We can magic them right to the Door, then hurry them through before they fade.â
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