unsteady. He touched the orange lamp and let its melody flow down into his fingers. The Music was warm and welcoming and it filled his veins like a shot of whiskey.
In the driverâs cabin, Sam adjusted the wheel. âAwake, are you?â
âEither that, or Iâm sleepwalking.â
âFeeling any better?â Sam swivelled on his stool, looking him up and down with a critical expression. âTold you a bit of rest would do you good.â
Chesterâs mouth was dry. âWhat time is it?â
Sam shrugged. âAbout seven at night, Iâd guess. Hard to tell in the Hush, since itâs always so ââ
Chester jerked. He felt as though someone had shot another needle through his body, but instead of dispensing a sedative, it flooded his veins with a cold rush of horror. âSeven? But sundown â¦â
âWhat about it?â
âI havenât done the recital!â
âGood.â
Chester gasped. âWhat?â
âYou gotta wean yourself off it at some point,â Sam said, âand I figure itâs best to go cold turkey.â
Chester stared. He couldnât believe what he was hearing. He had hummed the Sundown Recital every night of his life. When he had been too young or too sick, his father had hummed it for the both of them. That was how it worked. You couldnât stop performing the recital. It renewed your allegiance to the Song. It kept you alive and healthy. It protected you from evil magic. And if you failed to perform it â¦
âCalm down,â Sam said. âLooks like youâre having a heart attack.â
Chester dropped to his knees. He covered his eyes and tried to focus. Was it still sundown? Was it too late? Either way, he had to try. He summoned up the tune in his mind and began to hum. The notes rolled upwards, one after another, until â
Sam clapped a violent hand across his lips. âShut up!â
Chester squirmed, trying to break free. The older boyâs hand was rough and calloused, but Chester kept humming the melody, pushing its muffled notes through the folds of Samâs palms.
âShut up!â Sam said. âDo you want âem to find us?â
Out in the darkness, something shrieked.
Chester froze. He stared at Sam, as the older boy slowly withdrew his hand. Samâs eyes glimmered in their usual pale blue, but there was something else in them now. Was it fear? Sam reached up and wrenched a lever beside the steering wheel. Around them, the echoboat shudderedand jerked to a halt. It lay still and silent, a bulk of lifeless wood and sails. It was as though Sam wanted to hide their Musical signal from someone â¦
Or something.
Another shriek. Chesterâs lungs seemed to curl inwards, shrivelling up at the sound of the cry. It wasnât a human shriek. It wasnât a scream.
It was the cry of a beast on the hunt.
âWhat â¦?â
Another cry, and another. They didnât come from the same direction: some howled from the left, while others shrieked from the right. And with a terrible chill, Chester realised the question he had been about to voice wasnât âWhat is it?â but rather âWhat are they ?â
There was a patter out in the darkness, almost like a roll of drumbeats, and the faint whistle of a broken tune. The tune played in and out, like the wheezing breaths of an asthmatic. A snatch of music, a gasp, silence. Then another tune rolled in, and another, each from a different direction, as though a pack of living melodies was prowling through the dark.
Sam grabbed Chesterâs shoulders, pressed his mouth against his ear and began to whisper, very quiet and very fast. âTheyâre called Echoes. Theyâre blind, but their hearingâs damn sharp. Canât touch me, but if they get their hands on you, youâre dead. One little touch and youâve got Musical venom melting the flesh off your bones. Got it?â
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