He looked as if I’d just smacked him in the face. The green eyes went bleak. The thin lips were not humorous now, but set in a tight line. “If you can’t trust, you can’t trust,” he said.
“Goodbye. I’m going home now.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away along the lakeshore.
The five of us stood in silence, watching him, until he vanished into the darkness of the wildwood. He still had my cloak on.
“We need to get Tati home, Jena,” said Paula. “It’s cold out here.”
“You can’t just let him go like that,” objected Iulia. “He was upset. He was really sad. Jena, he does look quite a lot like Cezar. And even more like that old picture of Uncle Nicolae, 331
the one Aunt Bogdana has hanging in her hallway. Are you sure—?”
“Run after him, Jena.” Stela was shivering with cold.
“Run after him? In the forest at night? I don’t think so.” My feet were on the verge of doing just that. How could I let him walk off with that expression on his face?
“Go on, Jena.” Tati’s voice was a thread. “We’ll wait for you at the top of the steps. He can’t have gone far.”
I ran. I did not allow myself to think of Night People, or of wolves, or of any other dangers that might be lurking in the darkness. I ran along the shore of T˘aul Ielelor, and as I went I spotted something shining in the undergrowth—a little crown of wire and beads, ribbon and braid. Following my instincts, I grabbed it as I passed. “Gogu!” I shouted. “Wait for me!” But there was no response, save the hooting of an owl and the patter of a small creature in the bushes.
At the spot where the track branched away from the water I halted, my chest heaving in the chill air. I would not attempt the walk through the woods, the long way home to Piscul Dracului. The others were waiting; without me, they could not open the portal. How had he managed to vanish so quickly?
Perhaps he had slipped away to Tadeusz’s world—perhaps, if I tried too hard to follow, I, too, would find myself in that dark realm. “Gogu?” I said, my voice shrunk to a little, fearful thing in the immensity of the shadowy forest.
“Gone,” someone said from down below. “Gone for good.
Foolish girl. Why didn’t you listen?”
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and the wrinkled, canny old features. Not far away, the white snake twined in a bush, its forked tongue flickering.
“Gone where?” I asked her, my mind searching for the right questions, not to waste the opportunity as I had before.
“Home. Vârful cu Negur˘a. Where else?”
“You’re talking as if he is Costi. But he can’t be. Costi drowned. Cezar and I saw it. One moment he was swimming, the next he was gone.”
“Think, Jena. You’re on the raft. You’ve just given up your treasure and received a gift of great power in return. You’re frightened. The raft floats out on the water, far out, beyond a safe margin. What then? Tell me the story. Think hard.”
“How do you know all this?”
“I was there.” The witch smiled; the moonlight glanced off her little pointed teeth. Nothing comes without a price.
She was right: I really had been stupid. I looked down at the crown in my hands. “A gift of great power,” I said softly.
“What are you saying? I couldn’t be queen of the fairies. That was a child’s wish.”
“You won the nearest thing I could grant you, little brave adventurer that you were: free entry into the Other Kingdom for you and your sisters, for as long as you needed it. Each of you got what she most desired from it: for Paula it was scholarly company, for Stela little friends to love. Iulia’s wishes were simple—to dress up and dance, to enter a world more remarkable and vibrant than your own could ever be. Tati waited a long time for her reward. She is still waiting, but what she most longs for will come soon enough, if Sorrow can win it for her.”
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I could hardly breathe. “And what about me?”
“The satisfaction of pleasing those you loved. The escape; the freedom; the Otherness. And more, if you learned to recognize it. You had to grow and change, Jena. So did your cousins.
I did not act from sheer mischief that day by the lake. For the good of Piscul Dracului, for the wildwood, for the valley, I made a choice. Three choices. Three wishes.”
“I was on the raft.” I grasped for old memories. “It floated out too far. Costi swam after it to save me. He was scared. Nobody swims in the Deadwash, not if they value their life. But he did. He got his hands on the raft; he got me more than halfway back. Then . . .” Then he got into difficulties, and I had to rescue you, Jena. I went back in for Costi, but he had disappeared under the water.
Hands pulled him down—the witch’s hands. I could still hear Cezar telling the story, coaching me, word for word, so I would get it right when we had to tell our parents. It wasn’t my story—it was his.
“Go on, Jena.”
“I was scared. I had my hands over my eyes. I didn’t see anything until I got back to the shore. I know the raft tipped up and I nearly fell in. I opened my eyes when I landed, and it was Cezar pushing the raft, not Costi.”
“And after that? Did you look out across the water? Did you see Costi?”
“No,” I whispered, a terrible feeling creeping over me, the cold knowledge that I had misjudged my best friend in all the world. “I ran off into the bushes and hid. I put my little blanket over my head. When I came out, there was only Cezar. Costi was gone. And Cezar told me what had happened.”
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“And you believed him.”
“I was only five.” It seemed a poor excuse. “Besides, why would you turn Costi into a frog? You said he had to grow and change. How could that help?”
“He got his wish, as you did yours. He gave up what was most precious to him: his badge of family. He was an arrogant boy—impetuous and exuberant—but he did have duty at heart, and love for his parents and his home. There was a lot of good in him, enough to make his future important. I could not allow that arrogance to go unchecked. He wanted to be King of the Lake, and he got his wish. Isn’t a frog the master of the water, free to go wherever he wishes, lord of all he surveys—as long as he keeps a lookout for large fish?”
“But he wasn’t,” I said. “When I found him later, he was weak and sick and frightened. He didn’t know how to be a frog, not properly.”
“Part of his learning, and of yours,” said Dr˘agu¸ta, her beady eyes fixed on me from the shadow of her broad-brimmed hat.
“He learned patience and humility; you learned compassion.
You both learned love. At least, that was the intention. Don’t look at me like that, young lady. I have your best interests at heart.”
I found this very hard to believe. “Then why the magic mirror? Why show me Costi’s face and make it into something hideous that gave me nightmares? Why show him attack-ing my sisters? I thought the mirror showed the future. I thought it offered warnings. All it’s done is make me hurt him terribly.
He’ll never forgive me for this.”
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saw the anger in his eyes—the sorrow and shock—when I gave him back what he had given up to me, all those years ago. Costi has a difficult time ahead of him. It is unfortunate that he cannot have his heart’s dearest by his side, but this is the path you have chosen, and you must follow it as best you can.”
“You saw him just now? Gave him back his family ring?”
She nodded. “And I have sent Cezar back his own treasure,”
she said. “A surprise—he’ll get it tomorrow. Now that Costi is home, his brother can no longer be King of the Land.”