Faery Worlds - Six Complete Novels (76 page)

“Maybe it's just one of those things everybody says.”

“Just one of those things.” Erin looked up at the light and closed her eyes. Her face looked golden.

“Erin,” Jason said. He hesitated, then pushed on. “So, is Zach moving out of town. Like ever?”

“Why?”

“I don't know. He graduated. Is he just going to stick around and hang out with high school kids forever?”

Erin laughed. “He's waiting for me to graduate. Then he says we'll get a place in the Cities, or maybe even Chicago.”

“Is that what you want to do?”

“I kind of want to go to Madison for college.” She shrugged. “I'll figure it out. There's time.”

Jason looked away for a minute, and then he worked up the nerve to say what he was thinking.

“I was thinking we could get dinner together,” he said.

“Today?”

“Tonight. Or tomorrow night. Or...Over at Duncan Creek? What do you think?”

“Ooh, that's too pricey,” Erin said.

“It's okay. Cashiers at Buddy McSlawburger's make the big bank. Actually, we're not even cashiers, we're 'Customer Happiness Engineers.'”

Erin laughed, then gave him a long look. “Duncan Creek? You're asking me on a date, aren't you?”

“Yeah. Or I could take you for fried cheese curds at the Fill-Inn Station, but I thought this would be nicer.”

She laughed again, blushing crimson, which actually made his heart feel warmer inside his shirt.

“So, you're saying yes,” Jason said.

“Jason! I have a boyfriend. I can't go on dates with other guys. What would Zach think?”

Jason couldn't imagine caring about anything in the world less than he cared about Zach's opinion.

“You've been dating him since you were a freshman,” Jason said. “Nobody else ever gets a chance.”

“Right, cause so many guys are lining up at my door.”

“I'm trying to,” he said.

She smiled again. “Jason, I can't. I don't want to be one of those girls who cheat on their boyfriends, you know?”

“Right,” Jason said.

They both looked around the cave for a minute, avoiding each other's eyes. As her rejection sank in, Jason had a strange feeling, like someone had pounded his insides with a large hammer. He didn't want her to see how miserable he'd just become.

“So, I guess we should get back?” Jason asked. “They're probably done by now.”

They followed the stepping stones out into sunlight, and then they joined up with Tadd and Katie. Tadd was now taking video of Katie doing a monkey-style dance in front of the capuchins. He lowered the camera when Jason and Erin approached.

“I wasn't done yet!” Katie shouted.

“Where have you two been?” Tadd asked. He raised the camera and peered at them through it. “Off in the woods together? Spill, we need it for the behind-the-scenes documentary.”

“I should probably go,” Erin said. “I need to get home.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jason said.

“Cool, cool.” Tadd turned off the camera. “Think I got plenty of stuff here. Should texture up the vids.”

“Thanks, Tadd,” Jason said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Erin added. She gave Jason a quick hug. “Bye, Jason. Bye, Tadd. Bye, Katie.”

“Bye, Jason's girlfriend!” Katie sang out, looking back from the monkeys.

“Relax, Katie,” Jason said. “She's definitely not my girlfriend.”

Erin looked back at him, and Jason thought her eyes might have looked just a little sad. Then she walked out of sight along the path, heading for the bike racks at the front of the park.

“Come on, Katie, let's go,” Jason said.

“Can we go to The Creamery?” Katie asked.

“No.”

“Why not?” she pouted.

Jason thought about it. He certainly didn't need to save his money, since he wouldn't be taking Erin to dinner.

“You know, ice cream might be a good idea,” he said.

“Yay!” Katie hurried up the path. Jason trudged after her.

“Yo, Jayce!” Tadd called after him. Jason turned back, and Tadd squinted one eye, made a gun with his fingers, and fired off a shot. “Nice shooting you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jason said. “Everybody's shooting me today.”

He followed after Katie, who was already way ahead, running through the arcing streams of water at the fountain, which was only as deep as a puddle, past other kids who were splashing each other.

He watched Erin ride out of sight, and then he ran to catch up with Katie.

Chapter Twenty

When he got home, Jason spent most of the evening in his room, listening to music on his headphones, but nothing sounded good to him. He felt stupid, and hurt, and stupid for letting himself get hurt.

Much later, close to midnight, he was awoken by a scratching sound under his bed. He leaned over, lifted the comforter, and looked underneath.

It was Grizlemor, arranging a small, straw-stuffed pillowcase and a rough burlap blanket in the space below the bed. There was also a rickety three-legged table with a wind-up alarm clock, and a lamp where a firefly orbited above tiny leaves and flowers.

“What are you doing?” Jason whispered.

“Just arranging my new place,” Grizlemor replied. “What do you think? Not much of a view, but it's roomy.”

“Your new...What? You can't live under my bed! And why would you want to?”

“Well, young sir, I can't live at home any more, and it's all on account of you. So, by any measure of justice, it's your job to provide suitable lodging during my displacement.”

“Why can't you go home?”

“Queensguard.” Grizlemor lay on one elbow on his blanket. “They're searching Goblin Row. I came home to find them ransacking my apartment pit. Had to run before they spotted me. I can only hope they didn't find my stash-hole.”

“Why were they doing that?”

“Because of you!” Grizlemor snapped. “The Queensguard's mad as hornets about finding those stolen instruments. Magic leaking into the human world, and all of that. It violates the Supreme Law.”

“What, the Constitution?”

“Not
human
law. Are you dense? The Supreme Law. The great covenant among the Folk, when we left man-world after the Iron Wars.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Human and Folk—that's us, goblins and fairies and elves and such—had a terrible war long ago. Your side won. So when we left your world, the Supreme Law was established by leaders of each kind of Folk. Rule one: Draw no attention from man-world. That means keeping all magic over on our side, hidden from your kind. Of course, rule two is that Folk shall not use iron against other Folk, yet there's the Queensguard, threatening everyone with their iron swords.”

“Oh. But you didn't break the law, I did.”

“As if it matters!” Grizlemor's green face looked agitated. “I led a man-whelp down to Faerie. It no longer matters whether the instruments are recovered—the Queen will punish me. Perhaps she'll throw me in the Labyrinth to be torn apart by beasts.” He shuddered.

“You don't have anywhere else to go?”

“Don't even try to run me off,” Grizlemor said. “It's too late for me to make amends, so now I have to make sure you don't get caught. It'll be my hide tacked to the palace wall if they find you.”

“I'm sorry,” Jason said. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of a goblin living in his room, but Grizlemor's troubles really were Jason's fault. “Are you sure you want to stay down there?”

“I like it very much.” Grizlemor fluffed the straw pillow and lay back against it, crossing his legs. He took up a small leather-bound book and a tiny pair of half-glasses that looked like they'd been swiped from a grandma doll somewhere. He wore them low on his nose. “Now, if you'll leave me to my reading...”

“Wait. I need to know how the instruments work.”

“Not being a musician, I wouldn't know,” Grizlemor said.

“But you know some things. You know they drain energy from kids, and you said that helps power the magic in the fairy world.”

Grizlemor sighed and looked up from his book. “What do you want to know? I'll share what little bits of knowledge I have, if it'll help you avoid trouble.”

“Where do the kids come from? How do they end up in Faerie?”

“Fairy rings,” Grizlemor said. “Remember the ring of mushrooms within which the young people dance?”

“Yes...”

“Here in man-world, such rings grow around the edges of soft spots between the worlds. Man-whelps can be lured into them by the faintest notes of fairy music. Once inside the ring, they fall through into the Faerie.”

“So they're doorways. Like the one we used.”

“Not exactly.” Grizlemor sighed again, as if he found it ridiculous that Jason didn't already know these things. “A soft spot with a fairy ring is like a fishing net cast by the fairies. It's meant to lure people in. Fairies can create and remove them at will, with their magic. But they can't close the major doorways between our worlds, because those are holes that were left when the Folk cut their favorite places out of this world and moved them down to the elfland.”

“You mean fairy-land, right? Faerie?”

“Let's not get off on a historical tangent,” Grizlemor said. “It was the elfland then, but it's fairy-land now.”

“I don't get it,” Jason said.

“Do you want to know about the instruments or not?” Grizlemor was looking impatient, tapping his book with a green thumb.

“Yeah, tell me about those.”

“As we were saying, the fairies create and control the soft spots. Their purpose is to trap human children so they can be drained of energy. The soft spot takes them directly to one of the little music parks in Faerie. There, in my world, the ring of mushrooms acts as a barrier—the human pups can't just wander outside the dancing-circle and do as they please. Not that they often try. They notice very little but the music.”

“And when they're drained, they go back where they came from?”

“Correct,” Grizlemor said. “Usually. They may pop up in a fairy ring in the wrong part of man-world, but back to man-world they go, in any case.”

“That doesn't seem right, trapping and draining people like that.”

Grizlemor snorted. “As if you aren't doing the same with your music.”

Jason didn't know what to make of that, so he asked, “Grizlemor, the music almost destroyed my friend's house. How can we stop the instruments from being destructive?”

“Don't play them.” Grizlemor began leafing through his book, as if he'd lost his place.

“Other than that.”

“How should I know? It takes seventy-seven years of conservatory training before the Guild certifies you as a professional musician. I've had...let me consider...zero years of such training.”

“But we don't want to wreck everything each time we play.”

“Then play softly, I suppose.” Grizlemor shrugged. “I'd prefer you didn't play them at all. You'll only draw the fairies' attention. And they'll be quite vengeful.”

“How vengeful?”

“Have you ever been pecked to death by a vulture? Or slowly eaten from the inside by slime-worms? Or ripped apart by a blunt-toothed brainbug?”

“No...”

“Well, you might be.”

“Great.”

“Ask yourself if fame and fortune are worth a horrible death for you and your friends,” Grizlemor said. “I know it's a difficult question.”

“Are the fairies really that evil?”

“Evil? You're the thief. You've brought this on yourself.”

Jason thought about that.

“Now, if you don't mind, it's been a long day. I'd like a bit of pleasure reading before sleep.”

“What are you reading?”

“
Gobbligan's Wake
. It's a stream of conscious meditation on the nature of goblinness. You wouldn't understand it.” Grizlemor pulled the comforter down like a curtain, closing off Jason's view of him.

Jason lay back on his pillow.

“I've got a monster living under my bed,” he said.

“Goblin,” Grizlemor corrected. “'Monster' is an offensive term.” There was a cracking sound, then something thunked into the underside of Jason's bed. Jason could feel his springs rattle at the impact.

“What are you doing?” Jason asked.

“Clipping my toenails.” Another crack, another thunk that rattled the bed. “Problem?”

“No.” Jason listened, his lip curling a little as the goblin's next toenail clipping buried itself like an arrow into the boxspring. And the next. And the next.

Chapter Twenty-One

Tuesday afternoon, Jason was getting ready for another exciting day at Buddy McSlawburger’s when he got the call from Mitch.

“You have to check it out,” Mitch said. “It looks so good. I posted the link on your Facebook wall.”

“The video?” Jason asked, running to his computer. His computer was running sluggishly, so it took forever for the video to load.

Over the phone, Jason could hear the current #1 hit song in America:

Alllllll day

And all night, too,

You dream of me

Yeah, you know you do…

“Are you listening to Claudia Lafayette?” Jason asked.

“No!” The volume turned down until Jason couldn’t hear the song anymore.

“You were!” Jason said. “It’s that stupid ‘You Love Me’ song.”

“It just came on the TV. It’s off now.”

“Right.”

“Are you looking at the video yet or not?” Mitch snapped.

“Oh, it’s starting to load.”

The opening credits appeared over Jason playing “Learning to Fly”:

starring the Assorted Zebras:

Jason Becker

Erin
Kavanagh

Mitch Schneidowski

Dred Zweig

Then those words disappeared, to be replaced by the words:

DIRECTED BY

TADD GRUBER

“It’s epic,” Mitch said. “Tadd sliced it into a different video for each song. You have to watch the last one, though. The cops coming in and dancing instead of busting the party. Dred’s drum set transforming. The house shaking down all around the crowd.”