Kira tried. “Jonas can see beyond, Gabe. He can see to another place. But he has to work very hard at it. It depletes him.”
“And the power is ebbing,” Jonas added. “I can feel that it’s leaving me. Kira is experiencing the same thing.”
“You mean she has a gift too?”
“Mine’s different. Mine has always been through my hands,” Kira explained. “I realized it the way Jonas did, when I was young. My hands began to be able to do things—to make things—that an ordinary pair of hands can’t. But now . . .”
She smiled. “It’s leaving me, as well. And that’s all right. I think Jonas and I don’t need these gifts anymore. We’ve used them to create our life here. We’ve helped others. And our time of such powers is passing now. But we’ve talked about you, Gabe. We feel certain that you have some kind of gift.”
“I felt it when you were very young, Gabe,” Jonas said. “When I took you and escaped the place where we were. I’ve been waiting for it to make itself known to you.” He looked at Gabe as if something might become apparent at that moment. Gabe shifted uncomfortably on the couch.
“Well,” he said finally, “it’s not a gift for boatbuilding, is it?”
Jonas chuckled. “No,” he said. “But you’re very determined. That serves you well. And I think you’re going to need that determination, and your energy—in fact, all your attributes—plus whatever special gift you haven’t discovered yet—”
I have discovered it, Gabe thought. I can veer. But he stayed silent. He simply didn’t feel ready to tell them.
“—because you have a hard job ahead of you,” Jonas continued.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to use the last of my own power,” Jonas said. “I’m going to see beyond one final time.”
“Why?” asked Kira, startled.
Gabe echoed her. “Why?”
“I have to find out where Trademaster is,” Jonas told them both. “He’s still out there somewhere. He’s quite near. And he’s terribly dangerous.”
The rain had become louder, drenching, and a wind had risen. Tree branches whipped against the side of the house. Kira rose suddenly from her chair and pulled a window closed. Jonas paid no attention. “And Gabe?” he said. “When I find him . . .”
Gabe waited. He was wide awake now.
“It’s going to be up to you, then. You must destroy him.”
“Me? Why me? He’s nothing to do with me!”
Jonas took a deep breath. “It’s everything to do with you, Gabe. But it’s a very long story. I was going to tell it to you tonight, but I can see how tired you are. And it’s late. Let’s get some sleep now. And in the morning I’ll explain it to you.”
Nine
The leaves dripped onto the wet grass, but the rain had stopped and a pale sun had risen. It was late morning now and Gabe was just waking. He had slept fitfully on the couch until finally, nudged awake by the houshold noises, he yawned and opened his eyes. He watched Kira tending the children. In her soft voice she spoke firmly to Matthew, who was trying to grab a toy from his sister. Annabelle held it tightly in her fist and looked defiantly at her brother. “No!” she said.
Kira laughed. When she saw that Gabe was awake, she turned away from the little ones.
“How are you feeling?” she asked. “You slept a long time.”
Gabe nodded. He looked around the room. “I’m all right. I had strange dreams. I’m sorry I slept so late. You should have woken me. Is Jonas here?”
“No. He had to leave.”
“But he promised to explain—”
“I know. And he will. But he got an urgent message early this morning. Someone in the village is quite sick.”
“Why did they call for him? He’s not a healer. They usually call Herbalist.”
Kira shrugged. “I’m not sure. Apparently she asked for him. Are you hungry? The children just had some bread and jam. Would you like some?”
Gabe went to the table. She poured milk into a thick cup for him. He drank some and spread raspberry jam on the crusty, freshly baked bread. He watched when she turned her attention again to the toddlers.
“Do you think they’ll remember this moment when they’re older?” he asked suddenly.
“Fighting over a toy? Eating bread and jam? Probably not. They’re too little for specific memories like that. But I think they’ll remember the general feeling of being taken care of, of being scolded now and then, maybe of being held and hugged.” She poured more milk into his empty cup. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I just wondered.”
“I think I remember being very small and sleeping beside my mother. When I think of it, I feel her warmth. And I think maybe she sang to me. I suppose I was just about the age of Annabelle.” Kira smiled. “I didn’t walk when I was her age. It took me a long time to walk because of my leg.”
One of her legs was twisted. It was why she leaned on a stick when she walked. He glanced at her, at the stick, when she spoke of it. But his mind was not on that.
“I don’t have a single memory like that.”
“What do you remember, Gabe?” Kira asked him.
“I rode in a seat on the back of a bike. You know that bicycle in the museum?”
“Of course.”
“I remember that, a little. But it was Jonas who brought me here on that bike. He wasn’t my parent. I don’t remember a mother, the way you do, the way Annabelle and Matthew will. Except . . .”
He paused.
“Except what?”
Gabe squirmed on his chair. “There was a woman. I know there was. And she loved me.”
Kira smiled. “Of course she did.”
“Kira, I mean I really know. Last night, when you and Jonas were talking about your gifts . . .”
She looked at him. “Yes?”
“I didn’t want to tell you. I don’t know why. Maybe I just needed to test it one more time.”
“Test what?” Kira glanced toward the children, who were now playing quietly. She came to the table and sat down in the chair next to Gabe.
“My gift. I do have one. I call it veering.”
“Go on.”
“At first it just happened. It always surprised me. But then I found I could choose the time. I could direct it. I could cause it to happen. Was it that way for you?”
Kira nodded. “Yes. It was.”
“And this morning, just a few minutes ago, you were over there, with the children—” Gabe nodded toward the corner of the room where the two little ones were industriously piling blocks into towers. “I was lying on the couch, half awake, watching, and I decided to veer into Matthew.”
“Into Matthew?” Kira looked puzzled.
“Yes, because he’s the boy. I suppose it’s not that different with a girl, but I needed to know how it felt to be a small boy looking at his mother.”
They both glanced over at Matthew. His tongue was wedged between his lips and he was frowning with concentration as he balanced a blue wooden triangle on top of a pile of square red blocks.
“So I concentrated really hard. The first thing that happens is a silence. You were talking to the children, showing them how the blocks fit together, and just as you said, ‘See the shapes?’ You were holding up a yellow one, and—”
“Yes. Annabelle took it from me,” Kira said.