it?â
âYes, Sir. I like power very much. But I also hate Ralfagon. I would gladly see that old fool dead.â He coughed. âOn that note, Sir, Iâm puzzled. Why didnât you want Ralfagon killed yesterday?â
The hooded figure swiveled his head to stare Mermon in the face. âAre you questioning my judgment, Veenie?â
Mermonâs tiny black dot eyes managed to widen into larger black dots. âNo, no, no, Sir. I was justâ¦curious.â
âCuriosity is a good thing, like onion soup. But too much onion soup makes your breath smell terrible. And too much curiosity can make your whole body smell terrible, if it causes you to be dead.â
Veenie nodded carefully; it was a strange threat, but a threat nonetheless. âYes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.â
The hooded figure waved a hand in dismissal. âIâm sure you are. Donât worry about my plans for Ralfagon. I have reasons, I assure you.â The hooded figure continued to walk around Ralfagonâs stump, poking at it with gloved hands.
Mermon roamed around the cluster of shorter stumps, soon passing near the kidsâ hiding spot. Suddenly he squinted, his eyes shrinking even smaller (impossible as that seemed) while he scratched his slicked-back hair. âSir? Iâ¦ummmâ¦â
The hooded figure uttered a loud, rude word. âVeenie,â he said, âI told you to go before we left!â
âNo, Sir, not that. Thereâs something you should see.â
The hooded figure didnât bother to turn around. âIf it isnât the Book, I donât care.â
Mermon frowned; he scratched his head again. âOh.â He paused. âBut, Sirâ¦â
A loud sigh echoed out from the hood. âWhat, Veenie? What is so important that you would risk my wrath again?â
Mermon Veenie pointed in the direction of the shrubs where Simon, Owen, and Alysha were hiding. âOne of those bushes is trembling.â
CHAPTER 16
T HE H OOD C OMES O FF (AND S PARKS F LY)
The bush Owen was hiding behind started to shake harder. Alysha and Simon grabbed him to make him stop trembling, but that only made their bushes rustle, too.
âThere, do you see it, Sir? Thatâs odd behavior for bushes, donât you think?â
âOdd behavior for bushes? You need to start using a less toxic hair gel.â The hooded figure walked to Veenie and looked at the bushes. âStupid hood ruins my depth perception.â
With that, he pulled back the enormous hood. Shockingly, the hooded figure was really an un-hooded woman. A beautiful one with sharp green eyes and shoulder-length hair so brightly golden it almost shimmered.
âMuch better,â the woman said. Without the hood, her voice was sweet and melodic. She squinted at the bushes. âNow letâs seeâ¦â She pulled up one sleeve of her black coat and glanced at a series of different-colored squiggles and shapes that were tattooed along her arm. They clearly werenât normal, though. They were so vivid and almost three-dimensional that they seemed alive instead of just ink.
âWhere did I put it?â she asked. âI tell you, Veenie, these tattoos are almost more trouble than theyâre worth. Forget the strain of bearing them; simply finding them is a horror.â She frowned as she twisted her arm to check by her elbow, then switched arms and scanned the squiggles there. âAha, here we go.â
She stared at a vibrant yellow tattooâa set of thick, sharp-pointed lines and small circlesâthat virtually pulsated on her shoulder. She spoke several bizarre words, but the process was nothing like the peanut buttery sound of the Ordersâ formulas: it sounded more like the woman was speaking while chewing glass. The tattoo glowed brightly for an instant, and the whole field of bushesâ leaves crumbled into bitter-smelling ash. The woman winced but nodded in satisfaction.
I dropped my jaw
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