check.â
âAnd now Dr. Morys isâ?â
âGone.â
âNo!â
âNot dead, thank the heavens. Not that I know of, and Iâm certain I would know if he were. Heâs missing. Stolen out of his hospital bed right under everyoneâs noses, including mine. I spent two days at his bedside working every charm in the book, but Jim was too far away, too far under. In spirit at least, and now they have his body as well. I stepped out to buy a sandwich â ten minutes gone, ten! â and when I got back the nurses were running from room to room in search of him.â
âBut that doesnât make sense. Heâs in a coma, he canât tell them anything, or do anything. Heâsââ
âUseless? Harmless? Iâm not so sure. They wouldnât have taken him otherwise. The only thing I know is that we have to find him. For both his sake and ours.â Gran regarded her calmly, but pointedly, blinking a couple of times before letting her gaze drift over to Artichoke. âForfared, poor pup. He wonât be able to go with you, Iâm afraid.â
âGran?â
âLias will, though.â
âNot if she wallops me again, I wonât.â
Nieve groaned inwardly. So much for them deciding what to do. Gran had already decided. How was she â a kid â supposed to find Dr. Morys? It was so dark out, pitch black in case no one had noticed, that sheâd be lucky to find her own feet once she stepped out the door. Besides, Dr. Morys had gone missing in the city, not in town. Sheâd been to the city lots of times with her parents â to the museum and the mall and the dentist (fun) â but sheâd always found it overwhelming. The buildings towered; the streets were clogged with traffic; people hustled past you on the street, their faces tight with worry. If that wasnât bad enough, Gran was now telling them that parts of the city were still without electricity following that fierce storm.
âThe hospital is using generators, but much of the city remains in darkness. You two will have to be extremely careful.â
âThis is nuts,â Nieve said.
âOh, it is! Frightening besides, and desperate, and Iâm asking my own beloved granddaughter to be involved.â
âAre you asking?â
âI am, hen. Because youâre more capable than you know.â
âAnd because thereâs no choice,â Lias said.
âThat too,â admitted Gran.
No one said anything for a few moments, until Nieve, brushing the crumbs off her shirt, asked, âWill you look after Mr. Mustard Seed for me?â She felt a stab of worry for having left him in the house with that truant officer crashing around.
âI will. Mr. Mustard Seed and Artichoke both. Donât think Iâm going to send you two off empty-handed, either.â
âWe could use another bee box, a really big one.â Nieve wasnât serious, although she did suspect that whatever Gran had in mind â blue string or a gold thimble or a stone with a hole in its centre â would be well-meant, but not helpful at all.
Gran stood and began to rummage in the pocket of her baggy old cardigan. âNow thatâs a mystery. What that box was, what those beasties were. Firebees? Is there such a thing? Professor Manning, remember, the one who owned the place before Twisden, heâs a biologist, retired. I suspect he may have been doing some experiments, crossbreeding, not the sort of thing I approve of but . . . where is thatâ?â She had plunged her hand into the very depths of her pocket. âAh, found it.â She retrieved a tiny silver canister, which she offered to Lias. âFern seeds.â
Great , Nieve sighed, fern seeds .
Lias, however, accepted the seeds with a surprised smile and slid the canister into a pouch that was attached to his rope-belt.
âYou have your amulet, Lias?â
He nodded toward a
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