lasted but a moment. Now she was alone. And lost. Beneath the ground in absolute darkness.
Rye pulled her coat tight around her cold, damp body and closed her eyes. Although she couldnât dally, sheâd allow herself just a moment to catch her breath.
But the darkness of the Spoke soon enveloped her like a tomb. She didnât even realize sheâd nodded off until the crawl of fingers on her face jarred her from her sleep.
11
Friends in Low Places
âW hat are you doing down here, silly?â a voice whispered in Ryeâs ear.
Rye jolted and lurched away. A lantern flared in front of her. She blinked and shielded her eyes, the lanternâs glow burning them after so long in the dark.
âSorry,â the voice said. âThe lanternâs for you. I donât need it, of course.â
Rye peered through the glare. A pale-skinned boy smiled back at her. His black hair hung in dirty strings on either side of his long face. His mismatched eyesflickered in the light. One was brown, the other blue.
âTruitt,â she gasped in relief. âHow did you find me?â
âI hear everything that happens down hereâsooner more often than later.â
He extended a hand and helped her to her feet. She hugged her friend. His shoulders were bony, but they gave her comfort. Heâd come to visit her on Market Street once over the winter, but she hadnât seen him since.
âI couldnât believe my ears when I heard your voice,â he said. âBut I was glad to nonetheless. I heard what happened to the Willowâs Wares.â
âEverythingâs turned upside down, Truitt. I donât even know where to begin.â
âStart with how you found yourself lost in the Spoke,â Truitt said. âBut tell me as we goâthis is not a safe spot.â He handed her the lantern. âFollow me.â
Truitt led the way through the dark, only occasionally grazing a wall with his fingertips to get his bearings. His feet navigated the tunnel floors without the slightest stumble, and even with the benefit of the lantern and her walking-stick-turned-weapon, Rye struggled to keep up. She always found Truittâs dexterity to be remarkable. He was blind.
Truitt was what the villagers called a link ratânot that Rye would ever call him that unpleasant nameever again. He wasnât much older than Rye, but heâd spent almost his entire life in the Spoke, venturing out into the village after dark to guide travelers by lantern light through its treacherous alleyways in exchange for spare coins. For parentless children, Drowningâs streets had always been more dangerous than the tunnels beneath it.
âI was chased down here,â Rye explained as they walked. âBy a Bog Noblin, but not like one Iâve ever seen before.â
âAre you certain it was a Bog Noblin?â Truitt asked. âSomething has been following the link children in the tunnels, Rye. It drags them off and we never see them again. From what we have heard, it is something less than human.â
âIâm sure of it,â Rye said. âWhy these didnât work I have no idea.â She fingered her runestones and shook her head. âCould it be they are one and the same?â Rye asked. Perhaps Slinister didnât always keep Spidercreep chained up.
âWhatever it is,â Truitt said, âwe need to stop it. If the link children arenât safe here, there is no haven for us in all of Drowning.â
Rye considered the other possible comings and goings in the Spoke.
âTruitt,â she began cautiously, âdid you hear anythingelse down here? Some sort of gathering maybe?â
âIt was a most unusual night,â he said over his shoulder. âOnce in a Black Moon weâll come across a lost reveler. Or sometimes a child crawling after a stray cat. But last night the tunnels echoed with creepers. Men. They gathered not far from here
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