The Book Without Words Part 17

"Fool!" said Thorston as he s.n.a.t.c.hed the largest, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it whole. For a moment he just sat there. Then he looked at Sybil. "Give me the last one."

"But, Master ..."

"Give it. I don't trust you."

Sybil, knowing its importance, hesitated.

"Now!" shouted Thorston.

Sybil, flinching, held out her open palm where the remaining stone rested.

Thorston s.n.a.t.c.hed it up and put it in his hip purse.

"Do not bother to bury me again. I shall return shortly. Safety is in reach."

Sybil and Odo waited in silence. After a few moments, Thorston yawned, lay back on his bed, clasped his hands over his chest, and closed his eyes. Gradually, his breathing ceased.

"Odo," said Sybil, "examine him."

The raven hopped onto the bed and scrutinized Thorston's face. "He's dead-again."

20.

When Bashcroft looked at the gold Thorston had just given him, he was dazzled. All he could think was that he wanted more. But he understood he needed help to get it. What could it matter if the soldiers got some? As long as he got most ... .

"Look here," Bashcroft called, with great excitement to the soldiers who had gathered around. "True gold." By the light of the reeve's lantern the coins glowed brightly.

"There's much more," said the reeve, "in the house. Enough to make us all rich. On the morrow, as soon as the cathedral bells ring for Terce, we shall lay siege to the building, enter, and take the gold. I herewith promise each one of you shall have at least one gold coin for your efforts.

"Remain on guard through the night so no one may escape from the house. By this time tomorrow," he said, "they shall all be hanged and we shall be wealthy men."

The cheering soldiers took up their positions around the house.

21.

A trembling Sybil covered the newly dead Thorston with a blanket.

"I'm afraid I agree with Master," said a weary Odo from atop the books. "We need not bury him again. With Damian gone, I'm not sure we even could manage it. Anyway, I fear Master will be back all too soon."

"G.o.d protect us," said Sybil. She turned and held her hand out to Odo. The coin, the one with Damian's image, rested in her palm. "The boy was false in life," she whispered. "He's false in death. Is that how the book's magic works? That his desire for gold truly consumed him? How could Master have done such a thing?"

"I suspect," said Odo, "those stones he swallows not only make him younger, but more powerful each time."

"Crueler, too," said Sybil. "And, Odo, according to the monk, when he takes this last one-Time-we shall have no more time: we'll die."

Odo fluttered to the window and peered out.

"Odo," said Sybil, "we need to bring the book and stone to the monk-now."

"It's too late," said Odo. "Look."

Sybil joined him at the window.

"There, you see," said Odo. "Bashcroft is showing the soldiers the gold. If I know anything about humans, that will make them hungry for more. Step out the door, and Bashcroft and the soldiers will only hang us."

"But if we stay," said Sybil, "we won't be any better off in Master's hands."

"I suppose one of us could swallow the stone," said Odo. "That might help."

"Odo," said Sybil, "whatever good might come of it, it's clear something bad will come too-perhaps worse."

Alfric emerged from the back room. "Please, mistress, is it safe?"

"For a while," Sybil replied. "Master is dead again."

"But-he'll return, won't he?"

"We think so," said Odo.

"What will he do then?" said the boy.

"We don't know," said Sybil. "Best return to the back room. I'll come comfort you."

The boy started off, then stopped and turned. "Mistress, what shall become of us?"

"I don't know that either," admitted Sybil.

CHAPTER FIVE.

1.

AS THE cathedral bells tolled midnight, the upper room was aglow with moonlight. Alfric lay asleep in the back room. Odo was crouched on the windowsill, bright eyes fixed on the gallows and the soldiers, who were either sleeping or standing on guard. cathedral bells tolled midnight, the upper room was aglow with moonlight. Alfric lay asleep in the back room. Odo was crouched on the windowsill, bright eyes fixed on the gallows and the soldiers, who were either sleeping or standing on guard.

Sybil sat by herself in a corner of the room, eyes fixed on the bed where Thorston continued to lay dead. On the floor by her side lay the Damian coin-as she had come to think of it. Now and again she glanced at it: the image of the boy seemed to be glaring up at her-complaining about his plight.

"Perhaps," said the raven, "we could use some of those coins Master made to pay ransom for our freedom."

Sybil looked up. "Do you think it would work?"

"It might," said Odo. "As long as they don't know the gold is false."

"I'm willing to try," said Sybil, putting the Damian coin in her own purse.

The two hurried down to the bas.e.m.e.nt, where Sybil flung open one of the chests. She gasped. The coins were gone: each and every one had turned to sand.

"Blessed mercy," cried Odo. "Try the other chest!"

They were the same.

"My heart is breaking," whispered Odo.

The two returned to the upper room. "This is all my fault," said the bird.

"Why?"

"My thoughts were only about gold."

"You only desired to free yourself."

"I should have been content with what was."

"But you hated that life," said Sybil. "Besides, we may still have a chance. I suppose it depends now on Master." She went to Thorston's bedside and gazed at his unmoving body beneath the blanket. She wondered if the astonis.h.i.+ng changes of age came slowly or suddenly. "Odo," she said, "do you think magic is nothing but life in haste?"

The bird shook his head. "More likely it's the other way around: life being the slowest magic."

"But magic all the same," said Sybil. She thought of the last and smallest stone. "Such a small stone," she said. "Time. Such a great gift. How odd it's the smallest."

"How young do you think he'll be when he returns?" Odo asked.

"The changes seem to work in jumps of twenty years or so," said Sybil.

"Then perhaps," said Odo, "he'll be as young as when he first stole the book from the monk."

"About my age," said Sybil. "I don't think I would enjoy his company." She held up the stone. "What do you think might happen if I swallowed it?"

"Perhaps you too could start anew."

"And relive this misery of my life? I'd rather not go far back, but start anew-from now."

She went to the window and stared out at the gallows and the soldiers. But she was thinking about what she had just said. "Odo," she said at last, "there is a back way-the old back entry."

The bird shook his head. "It's blocked."

"By the old city wall. You know how its mortar is crumbled in many places. It's that way here, too. Odo," she said, becoming excited. "I've seen you move small things with your magic. Couldn't you make the stones fall out so there would be a hole? If you could, we might escape that way and make our way into town-to Wilfrid-without Bashcroft and his soldiers ever knowing."

The bird shook his head. "Sybil, I don't know if I can. I'm an old bird. My magic is borrowed and, at best, weak."

"Odo, to stay here is certain death."

"That's almost what I said to you the night Master first died."

"You were right."

"How would we find the monk?"

"Once we got out of here I'm sure we'd find a way."

"And Alfric?"

"He needs to come with us."

The raven bobbed his head a few times in thought. "All right. I'll try. Save for one thing."

"What?"

"Master has the stone."

Sybil took a deep breath. "Then we must take it from him."

"Thorston will be furious when he returns to life."

"Odo, if we wish to live we have no choice."

"What if in taking the stone we cause him to waken?"

"I pray he won't."

Odo ruffled his wings. "Then pray and do it," said the bird.

2.

Sybil approached the bed, her heart pounding as she stared at Thorston's covered body. She darted a nervous glance at Odo, braced herself, then reached out and took hold of the blanket's edge with the tips of three fingers. Even so, she vacillated.