elfâs spell,â said Malthus. âAt least partially. How unusual, and how encouraging. Think about flames, and wicks, and balance. I must leave you now. Iâm really getting quite hungry.â
The werewolf shook hands againâit wasnât any less creepy the second timeâand then went down on all fours and ran off into the forest.
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When night fell Jinx could walk no farther. He hardly had the strength to gather firewoodâhe just hauled one dead branch onto the path, lit it, and lay down to sleep. The tree roots murmured and mumbled beneath him. Jinx lay as close as he could to the fire and shivered until he went to sleep.
He dreamed he was walking along an icy path, with high glass cliffs on either side of him. A cold wind blew and there were no trees anywhere. He looked down at his feet and found that they had been replaced with glass ones, and that an icy transparency was creeping up his body.
Someone shook him, hard. âHey! Are you alive?â
This seemed to Jinx a very difficult question and he couldnât think how to answer it. He opened his eyes to see how much of him had turned to glass. It seemed none of him had.
âBring blankets.â A womanâs voice. âGet some firewood.â
Then people were pulling Jinx upright, wrapping blankets around him, and the smoke from a new fire was stinging his eyes. He heard the murmur of the Wanderer language. In the predawn light he could make out the shapes of the Wanderers arranging themselves around the fireâseven people, eight donkeys, and a small donkey cart. Jinx recognized themâtheyâd camped in Simonâs clearing many times.
And he guessed theyâd saved his life. He meant to say thank you, but what came out was, âDo you have anything to eat?â
âOh good, heâs talking. Get him some bread,â said the woman.
âA long time ago, Keyland used to be part of the Urwald,â said Jinx.
âHeâs babbling.â A boyâs voice. âHeâs crazy. Oh, itâs that wizardâs boy.â
Jinx wasnât babblingâheâd only just realized what the lone oak by the river had meant when it showed him forest all around it. The boyâwhose name, Jinx remembered, was Tolliverâshoved a chunk of bread into Jinxâs hands. Jinx ate it.
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Jinx rode in the donkey cart, which he didnât like muchâit jolted, and it made him feel silly. But Quenild, the chief Wanderer, insisted that he was too weak to walk.
So he bumped and jostled along all day, wrapped in blankets and burrowed in among sacks of woolen cloth and small kegs of sugarplum syrup. Tolliver walked beside him.
âSo did you learn to do any magic yet?â Tolliver said.
âOf course.â
âLetâs see some.â
Jinx thought of doing something really spectacular, but then he remembered Siegfried. Using the Urwaldâs power was dangerous. He used the fire inside him, and levitated a sack of cloth a few feet in the air.
Tolliver looked reluctantly impressed. âYouâre still short, though.â
Jinx dropped the sack back into the cart. The donkey stopped, turned around, flicked its ears, and shot Jinx an annoyed look.
âNow youâve upset Biscuit.â Tolliver sang a little song in Wanderer language, something about carrots and warm straw, and Biscuit snorted and started walking again.
âSeriously? You sing to your donkey?â Jinx felt he had some lost ground to make up, because Tolliver was rightâhe was short.
Tolliver reddened. âWhat were you doing freezing on the path, anyway? Did the wizard kick you out?â
âOf course not. Iâm traveling.â Jinx remembered Tolliver had once accused him of never having been anywhere. âI just came from Keyland.â
âYou shouldâve brought blankets with you. And food. Thatâs what people do when they travel.â Tolliver jumped up and touched
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