“I’m going to set Hink down. Then I’m going to go get Molly.”
“Good plan,” Wil said. “But mine’s better.” Wil ducked around the wagon and ran for Molly.
Cedar starting swearing and took aim on the men who rose up to fire on his brother.
He had six shots and made them all count.
Wil bent, smoke shifted to cover his exact whereabouts. But he’d have to stand to get Molly out of there. And he’d be an easy target.
“Damn hot-blooded idiot,” Cedar cursed. “I will not watch you die again.”
He shifted so he could lower Captain Hink.
The roar of an engine right over his head drowned out the sound of gunfire and threw chunks of debris everywhere. Then that ship let loose a glass globe. Pretty. Familiar. Green with a silver cap to it.
When that globe hit the ground it shattered. Wasn’t anything more than instinct that made Cedar close his eyes and turn away. Good thing he did too. The flash of light that exploded from the globe was unholy bright white tinged with the strange green of glim. The combination was so bright it blinded.
Men cried out, unable to see, unable to shoot.
Cedar squinted, his vision foggy and fouled even though he’d had his eyes screwed tight.
Walking across the field, with another green globe in one hand and a tinkered blunderbuss in the other, dark goggles firmly over his eyes, was Alun Madder.
Above him hovered a wooden airship that resembled a child’s top with fans stuck out every which way.
Bryn Madder leaned out the door of the thing and cranked a Gatling gun into the crouching soldiers.
Cadoc Madder was standing in a basket that had been lowered from the ship, laying down fire in the opposite direction.
They were all wearing dark goggles and were likely the only people on this rock who still had clear enough vision to shoot.
Alun looked over at Cedar. “Evening, Mr. Hunt,” he yelled over the gunfire. “Got a message from Captain Beaumont you might be in the area. Have you found the Holder for us yet?” He smashed the globe into the ground and another painfully blinding light flashed out.
Men screamed.
Cedar growled at the pain of the light, even through his eyelids. “Can’t find something blind,” he yelled.
Alun laughed. “Don’t expect you’d need your eyes for that. Still…”
Another flash went off, and this one wasn’t just light. This one was dynamite. Cedar’s ears cracked with the sound, and rocks and dirt slammed through the air.
Then Alun was beside him, his hand on his arm. “I’ll get you to the basket. Then we can talk about your promise to us aboard ship. Shall we?”
“Wil,” he said. “He’s got Molly.”
“Already have them on the way to the basket. The men with Miss Dupuis too. You’re the only one left out here worth saving, Mr. Hunt. You and whoever that is you’re wearing as a neck warmer.”
“Shunt’s here.” Cedar jogged blind, with only Alun’s rough hand on his elbow guiding him forward.
“Did you kill him?”
“Not yet.”
“Maybe you’ll get your chance. First, you’ll need eyes. Step up.”
Cedar lifted his foot and stood up onto a wooden platform.
“Mr. Hunt,” Cadoc Madder said by way of greeting. “Good night for flying. Find the Holder?”
“Don’t have it on me,” Cedar said.
“Not a yes, nor a no,” he noted.
“Make her fast, brother Cadoc,” Alun said. “They’ll be finding their eyes, and their trigger fingers any moment now.”
The floor beneath him jerked, and the wind rushed by his face as some kind of pulley system lifted them up to the ship.
It took a surprisingly short time to be level with the interior of the ship, and the light inside made it easier to see.
“I am so pleased you were able to find us,” Miss Dupuis said.
“Got your message by way of Captain Beaumont,” Alun said. “He passes his regards to you.”
Seldom and Guffin helped Cedar get Hink off his shoulders and set down onto the floor next to Molly.
“Where’s the Swift?” Cedar asked.
“She’s anchored on the other side of the ridge,” Alun said, as he helped secure the basket, and stomped off to the front of the vehicle. “Busted up pretty bad. Don’t know how long she’ll stay in the sky.”
“We need Mae,” Cedar said. “She has medicines that might help Molly and Hink.”
“Molly’s gone,” Seldom said softly.
Cedar closed his eyes a moment, and swallowed against the sorrow. She had been a fine woman. It had been her word, the Gregor word, that had convinced Captain Hink to help them.
He had thought he could get to her in time, but he had failed her.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“What we need,” Alun said as he guided the ship, which moved a lot faster, and seemed to take much sharper turns than most ships, “is the Holder, Mr. Hunt.”
“I think Shunt has it,” Cedar said.
Wil, who was taking a swig out of the canteen Miss Dupuis had handed him, put the canteen down and gave him a hard look. The same look Miss Dupuis and all the Madders were giving him.
“Are you sure?” Wil asked.
“Smelled it on him. Heard its song.”
“You hear it?” Wil asked.
“Don’t you?”
“No. Not really. It’s more like…a feeling of heat or cold, and that strange glow each piece gives off.”
“You think they glow?” Cedar asked.
“Think nothing,” Wil said. “They do glow.”
“Sounds like each of you has your own way of tracking Strange objects,” Alun said. “I don’t care how it’s tracked, I just want it found. Now.”
“Take us to the Swift,” Cedar said.
“Is the Holder on the Swift?” Alun asked, his words hard with challenge.
“Not all of it. Not yet.”
“Sounds like you have a plan, Mr. Hunt?”
“Might. But we’ll need the Swift.”
“Then you’ll have her. Hold fast. I’m going to open her up.”
The Madder brothers scrambled to hold tight to bars and ropes, and the rest of the crew did the same, as Alun Madder worked the levers and gears of his strange flying device and blasted them through the night sky at breathtaking speed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Mae pulled her hands away from Mr. Theobald, wiping his blood on her dress. She had done everything she could for him. Everything she could think of doing through the yelling of the sisters’ voices, through the rattling of gunshots, the boiler being shot in half by the cannon, taking Mr. Theobald’s life.
Joonie had helped her drag him out of the ruined boiler room where they’d suffered the most damage. Mae tried to tend his injuries, but he was missing a great deal of the right side of his torso.
She whispered a prayer for his soul’s gentle passage.
Joonie was on her knees, crying beside him. Mae placed her hand on Joonie’s shoulder in comfort for a while, then stood.
She walked over to Mr. Ansell. “Are we going down, Mr. Ansell?”
“The envelope will hold for a few hours at the most,” he said. “We have no boiler, so no steam. Throw the anchor, Miss Lindson, or we’ll be crushed against these mountains.”
Mae made her way to the anchor and pulled the linchpin, releasing the anchor. They seemed to drift for a long time, too long, before finally, the anchor caught hold and stopped them.
“What about the others?” Joonie asked, picking herself up finally and wiping her face. “We’ve got to go back and get them out of there.”
Ansell turned, his round face grim. “We don’t have power, Miss Wright. We don’t have steam. We can’t go back. There is nothing we can do to help them. So we wait for them to find us in the next couple hours. If not, we’ll let air out of the envelope, slow as we can, bring the ship down, and walk out of these hills.”
“But Rose—,” Mae started.
Ansell just pressed his lips together, shaking his head, and turned away.