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  She nodded. They weren't sure what to do about the revenant. My brother went to fight it. Since you're suddenly awake. . . I think he must have defeated it. 368 Your brother?My little brother, she said, suddenly rather proud of him. He took off with the key to the tower and a crazy plan to use a courage potion to counteract the fear radiating from the revenant. I thought he was nuts, but it must have worked.

  He has the key to the inverted tower? Warren asked.

  We stole it from Vanessa. She's the narcoblix.

  Your brother intends to enter the tower?

  He wants to get the artifact before they do, Kendra said.

  How old is he?

  Twelve.

  Warren looked astonished. What kind of training does he have?

  Not much. I'm worried about him.

  You should be. If he goes into that tower alone, he will not emerge alive.

  Can we go after him? Kendra asked.

  Sounds like we'd better. He dropped his gaze to his hands, shaking his head. So now I'm albino? Don't stand too close; my luck might rub off. I set out, seems like yesterday, to retrieve the artifact. That was what led me to the grove. I knew a danger lurked there, but the overwhelming fear took me off guard. Now, after losing years of my life in a panic-induced trance, I get to pick up right where I left off.

  Why were you after the artifact?

  It was a clandestine commission, Warren said. We369 had reason to believe the secret of Fablehaven might havebeen breached, so I was charged with removing and transferring the artifact.

  Who had you do that?

  Warren gave her a measuring stare. I'm a member of a covert organization that combats the Society of the Evening

  Star. I can't say any more.

  The Knights of the Dawn?

  Warren tossed up his hands. Nice. Who told you that?

  Dale.

  Warren shook his head. Telling that guy a secret is like writing it across the sky. Anyhow, yes, we had reason to suspect

  Fablehaven had been discovered by the Society, and I

  was supposed to locate the artifact.

  Ready to finish what you started?

  Why not? Looks like things fell apart around here without me. Time to put Humpty back together again. None of my gear is where I left it, but ill-equipped or not, we'd better hurry if we hope to catch your brother before he enters the tower. I take it Hugo isn't around.

  Vanessa sent him to the farthest corner of Fablehaven with orders to stay put, Kendra said.

  The stables are far enough from here that getting a horse will save us no time. I know the way to the valley. You up for a night hike?

  Yes, she said. Mendigo should return soon. He's an enchanted puppet the size of a man, and can help us get there faster. 370 An enchanted puppet? You're not exactly an averageteenager, are you? I bet you've got some stories to tell.

  Kendra was pleased by the admiration in his voice, and hoped it wasn't showing on her face. Why was she thinking about the moment she had kissed him? She was suddenly very conscious of the way she was standing, and had no idea what to do with her hands. She had to stop noticing how cute he was. This was the wrong time for silly crushes! One or two, she managed to say.

  I'm going to scavenge for equipment, Warren said, hurrying over to the cupboards.

  I have a glove that makes me invisible when I hold still, Kendra said. And several magical potions, though I'm not sure what they do.

  Of course you do, he said, rifling through some drawers. Where did you get all that?

  The glove belonged to a man named Coulter.

  Coulter Dixon? he asked urgently. Why do you speak of him in the past tense?

  He became a mute albino like you. Which probably means he's fine now, except that he's locked up in the dungeon with Dale.

  Jackpot! Warren announced.

  What?

  Cookies. He stuck one in his mouth. What about the potions?

  A guy named Tanu. He's a former mute albino too now, but I don't know where he is. 371 I've heard of Tanu the potion master, Warren said. Never met him.

  Just then Kendra heard a faint jingling of hooks. She ran to the front door. Mendigo carne to a halt beside the porch.

  Our ride is here, Kendra said.

  One minute, Warren called. He returned promptly with a coil of rope looped over one shoulder and an ax in his hand. Best weapon I could find, he said, hefting the ax.

  Mendigo can carry us, she said. He's stronger than he looks.

  That may be, but we'll travel faster if I run alongside.

  Off we go, then.

  Mendigo, Kendra said. Carry me to the place you just took Seth, fast as you can. And don't lose Warren. She pointed at Warren for emphasis. She scrambled up onto

  Mendigo's back and they set off at a brisk pace.

  Warren did a good job keeping up at first, but he was nearly running at a full sprint, and before long he was gasping and wheezing. Kendra ordered Mendigo to carry him as well, and Warren consented. I don't have the wind I used to, or the legs, he apologized.

  Warren was considerably bigger than Seth or Kendra, and Mendigo did not run quite as speedily while carrying him. Occasionally Warren insisted on running for a minute or two, trying to maximize their pace.

  The night wore on. At last they reached the valley. The stars in the east were growing faint as the sky began to pale.

  Mendigo soon reached the unseen boundary that he could not cross. 372 He can't enter the grove, just like Hugo, Warrenremarked. If Hugo had been with me that night, I would not have lost those years.

  Set us down, Mendigo, Kendra said. Guard the grove from all intruders.

  Chapter Seventeen

  What have we here? Warren murmured, stooping and examining the ground.

  What? Kendra said.

  I think your brother was here. Follow me. Warren jogged toward the trees, clutching the ax.

  Kendra rushed to keep up. Could there be other dangers in the grove? she asked.

  Doubtful, Warren said. This has been the revenant's domain since the hiding of the artifact and the founding of

  Fablehaven. Few would dare tread this cursed ground.

  Wait a second, Kendra said. Here's Seth's emergency kit. He lost it the first time he came to the grove. Kendra retrieved the cereal box from where it lay.

  First time? Warren asked.

  Long story, Kendra said.

  Look here, Warren said. The key. Your brother is not inside the tower. He's probably injured or spent. We'd better hurry.

  They trotted through the trees. Warren held the ax in one hand, the key in the other. What's that up ahead?

  Warren said. A flashlight?

  Kendra saw the glow as well, low to the ground. As they hurried nearer, she saw that it was indeed a fallen flashlight.

  Gauging by the faintness of the bulb, the batteries were373 nearly depleted. Beside the flashlight lay a skeleton clad inrags. And atop the skeleton lay her brother, facedown.

  Warren knelt beside Seth, felt his wrist for a pulse, and rolled him over. One of Seth's hands remained closed around a pair of pliers that held nothing. The flashlight revealed ugly mottled marks on Seth's throat. Warren leaned in for a closer look. His neck is bruised and burned, but he's breathing.

  Shouldn't Vanessa be in control of him? Kendra asked.

  You know, the narcoblix?

  This is no natural sleep, Warren said. She may have power over him, but she can't animate limbs that refuse to function. He paid a severe price to best the revenant-it was evidently a very close contest. Potion or no potion, your brother must have the heart of a lion!

  He's very brave, Kendra said, tears pooling in her eyes.

  Her lips trembled. Can I borrow the light? Warren handed her the flashlight and she found a small potion in the cereal box. He was very proud that Tanu gave
him a potion that could boost his energy in an emergency.

  That might do him good, Warren said. He uncapped the bottle, propped up Seth's head, and poured some of the fluid into his mouth. Seth spluttered and coughed. After a moment, Warren gave him more, which he gulped.

  Seth's eyes opened, and his brow furrowed. You! he said weakly, his voice raspy.

  Get out of him, hag, Warren spat.

  Seth smiled eerily. And then his eyes rolled white. 374 What happened? he gasped, voice still raspy. Therevenant?

  You succeeded, Warren said.

  You're healed, Seth murmured perplexedly, staring at

  Warren. Didn't know. . . that would happen. Kendra. You came.

  Ask him something only he would know, Warren said.

  This could be a ruse.

  Kendra thought for a moment. What dessert did you hate in your school lunch last year?

  Cherry cobbler, he said weakly.

  What was your favorite shadow puppet Dad used to make?

  Chicken, he said.

  It's him, Kendra said confidently.

  Can you sit up? Warren asked.

  Seth's head bobbed slightly forward. His fingers twitched. I feel like I've been run over by a steamroller.

  Like everything. . . has been squished out of me. My throat hurts.

  He needs time to recuperate, Warren said. And I

  need to get into the tower. The narcoblix knows the way is open. The only reason she would have released Seth is because she is already on her way here. Kendra, you mentioned that a great imp is helping her, along with another man, but she may have more contacts than them on the preserve.

  I should be able to navigate the traps. Let's have

  Mendigo take you and your brother to a safe place.

  I want to come, Seth croaked. 375 You've done enough today, Warren said. Time to passoff the torch to others.

  Give me more of that potion, Seth said.

  More of that potion won't change your condition,

  Warren said. Though Kendra should probably have a dose, to help her keep awake.

  Kendra took a sip. Almost instantly she felt a burst of alertness, as if she had been slapped.

  Warren scooped his arms under Seth, lifting him in a cradled position. Kendra started collecting the key and the ax, but Warren told her to leave them. He was walking with quick steps back toward Mendigo.

  Should I go into the tower with you, Warren? she asked, catching up.

  Too dangerous, he said.

  I may be able to help, she said. Last year, I visited the

  Fairy Queen's shrine on the island in the pond and raised a fairy army to save Fablehaven from a demon named

  Bahumat.

  What? Warren sputtered.

  She did, Seth confirmed.

  You do have stories! Warren said.

  The fairies left me with certain gifts, Kendra continued, not wanting to specify that she was fairykind. I can see in the dark, and speak all the languages the fairies can. I

  don't need the milk anymore to see magical creatures. And my touch can recharge magical objects that are out of energy. The Sphinx seemed to think that might come in handy for some of the artifacts. 376It very well might, Warren said. It has been suggestedthat the artifacts were deliberately drained of energy as an additional safeguard.

  Without me you might not be able to use the artifact even if you find it, Kendra said.

  I believe I can successfully negotiate the traps in the tower, Warren said. But that is without knowing what they are. I'm not infallible, as the grove has aptly proven. Do you understand the possible dangers of accompanying me?

  We could both die, Kendra said. But there is danger everywhere at Fablehaven today. I'll come with you.

  An extra pair of eyes and hands could make a difference,

  Warren conceded. And the ability to charge the artifact, whichever one it is, could make all the difference. We'll trust Mendigo to watch over Seth.

  This is no fair, Seth muttered.

  Do you want your glove back? Kendra asked.

  You'll need it more, he said firmly.

  They emerged from the grove and hurried to Mendigo.

  Warren suggested that Kendra have Mendigo take Seth to the stables. Kendra gave orders for Mendigo to take Seth to the stables and watch over him, keep him safe from harm, and not allow him to wander off for a full day unless otherwise instructed. Mendigo trotted away, cradling Seth.

  Warren and Kendra ran back to the dry skeleton of the revenant and retrieved the key and the ax. Kendra followed

  Warren deeper into the grove. There was little undergrowth, but the deeper they went, the closer the trees grew together, and the heavier they were draped with moss and mistletoe. 377 They reached a place where the trees grew so snugly thattheir branches interlocked in such a way as to almost form a wall.

  When Warren shouldered through the living barrier, they found a small clearing ringed by trees, illuminated by a warm, predawn glow. A sizable raised platform of reddish stone dominated the area, looking almost like an outdoor stage. Stone stairs on one side of the platform granted easy access.

  Up the steps Warren charged, with Kendra at his heels.

  Despite the ubiquitous wildflowers and weeds in the clearing, the stone platform was untouched by vegetation. The smooth surface was flecked with black and gold. At the center of the spacious platform was a round socket, surrounded by multiple circular grooves that radiated out concentrically to the edge of the platform. About four feet separated each of the dark, narrow grooves. From above, the grooves would look like a target, with the socket at the center of the bull's-eye.

  Warren placed the complicated end of the key into the round socket. He had to twist the key back and forth, lining up various protuberances with notches in the socket to gradually work it in deeper. Once the tall key was approximately a foot into the hole, it clicked home.

  You sure you're up for this? Warren asked. There will be no turning back once we go inside.

  What do you mean? Kendra asked.

  These sorts of places are designed so that unless you make it to the end and claim your prize, you do not make it out alive. The designers don't want explorers solving the378 puzzle piece by piece. The traps guarding the way back willbe much less forgiving than the traps protecting the way forward.

  Until we reach the artifact.

  I'm coming, Kendra said.

  Face reddening with exertion, Warren gripped the handle of the key tightly and began turning it. The key rotated 180 degrees and stopped.