Fablehaven: The Complete Series (87 page)

Seth folded his arms. “Then why do you need my help?”

“This stash used to be free money,” Newel said. “The easiest payday at Fablehaven. With the help of your oversized bodyguard, it can be a bargain again.”

“Hugo won’t have to hurt anybody,” Seth confirmed.

“Relax,” Newel said. “We’ve been over this. The golem won’t need to harm a fly.”

Doren held up a hand. “I hear somebody coming.” Seth heard nothing. Newel sniffed the air.

“It’s the golem,” Newel reported.

Several moments later, Seth detected the heavy footfalls of Hugo’s approach. Before long, the golem crashed into view, crunching through the undergrowth. An apelike figure fashioned out of soil, clay, and stone, Hugo had a thick build and disproportionately large hands and feet. Currently one arm was somewhat smaller than the other. Hugo had lost an arm in a battle with Olloch the Glutton, and despite frequent mud baths, the limb had not quite finished re-forming.

The golem came to a stop towering above Seth and the satyrs, who barely reached his massive chest. “Set,” the golem intoned in a deep voice that sounded like huge stones grinding together.

“Hi, Hugo,” Seth replied. The golem had only recently begun attempting simple words. He understood everything anyone told him, but rarely sought to express himself verbally.

“Good to see you, big guy,” Doren said brightly with a wave and a broad smile.

“Will he cooperate?” Newel asked out the side of his mouth.

“Hugo doesn’t have to obey me,” Seth said. “I don’t officially control him like Grandma and Grandpa do. But he’s learning to make his own decisions. We’ve done some private adventuring together over the summer. He’ll usually go along with whatever I suggest.”

“Fair enough,” Doren said. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them briskly. “Newel, my fellow gold digger, we may be back in business.”

“Will you finally explain what we’re doing?” Seth begged.

“Have you ever heard of the nipsies?” Newel asked.

Seth shook his head.

“Tiny little critters,” Doren elaborated, “smallest of the fairy folk.” The satyrs watched Seth expectantly.

Seth shook his head again.

“They’re most closely related to brownies, but stand at only a fraction of the height,” Newel said. “As you know, brownies are experts at mending, salvaging, and inventively recycling. Nipsies are also master artisans, but they tend to start from scratch, tapping into natural resources to acquire raw materials.”

Doren leaned close to Seth and spoke confidentially. “Nipsies have a fascination with shiny metals and stones, and a knack for finding them.”

Newel winked.

Seth crossed his arms. “What will stop them from taking their treasure back?”

Newel and Doren burst out laughing. Seth frowned. Newel placed a hand on his shoulder. “Seth, a nipsie is about this big.” Newel held his thumb and forefinger half an inch apart. Doren snorted as he tried to resist further laughter. “They can’t fly, and they have no magic to attack or harm.”

“In that case, I still don’t see why you need my help getting the gold,” Seth maintained.

The chuckling subsided. “What nipsies
can
do is prepare traps and plant dangerous vegetation,” Doren said. “The little nippers apparently took umbrage at the tributes Newel and I demanded, so they erected defenses to keep us away. Hugo here should have no trouble getting us into their domain.”

Seth narrowed his eyes. “Why don’t the nipsies get help from Grandpa?”

“No offense,” Newel said, “but many creatures at Fablehaven would endure considerable hardship to avoid human interference. Don’t worry about the pipsqueaks appealing to Stan—he won’t hear about this from them. What do you say? Shall we grab some easy gold?”

“Lead the way,” Seth said. He turned to the golem. “Hugo, are you willing to help us visit the nipsies?”

Hugo held up an earthen hand, the thumb and forefinger almost touching. He gave a slight nod.

They tramped forward through the undergrowth until Newel raised a cautionary fist. From the edge of a clearing, Seth saw a wide meadow with a grassy hill in the middle. The sides of the hill were steep, but ended abruptly about twenty feet above the ground, as if the top were flat. “We’ll need Hugo to get us into the hill,” Newel whispered.

“Would you?” Seth asked the golem.

Hugo effortlessly placed Newel on one shoulder, Doren on the other, and cradled Seth in his larger arm. The golem set off across the meadow, crossing to the hill with long strides. Near the base of the hill, the weeds at Hugo’s feet began to writhe and snap. Seth saw thorny vines curling around the golem’s ankles, and the green heads of carnivorous plants striking at his shins.

“Part of the problem right there,” Doren pointed out. “The little nippers cultivated all sorts of venomous plants around the outskirts of their territory.”

“Underhanded vermin,” Newel grumbled. “I was limping for a week.”

“We were lucky to get away with our skins,” Doren said. “We need to reach the other side of the hill.”

“The slopes of the hill are full of traps,” Newel explained. “A sealed entrance awaits on the far side.”

“Take us around the hill, Hugo,” Seth said.

The aggressive plants continued lashing and squirming and biting, but Hugo strode forward heedless of the onslaught. On the far side of the hill, they found an irregular boulder as tall as a man embedded at the base of the slope. A gooey mass of yellow slime pooled around the stone.

“Have Hugo shove the stone aside,” Doren suggested.

“You heard him,” Seth said.

Hugo stepped onto the slick slime, which slurped against his huge feet. With his free hand, Hugo thrust the boulder aside as if it were made of papier-mâché, revealing the mouth of a tunnel.

“Put us down in the entrance,” Newel said.

“And then keep the slime at bay,” Doren added.

“Do it, please,” Seth implored.

Hugo placed Seth at the entrance to the tunnel, then set the satyrs beside him. The golem turned and began kicking away the slime, which splashed through the air in sticky globs and strands.

“He comes in handy,” Newel acknowledged, nodding toward Hugo.

“We need to get one for ourselves,” Doren agreed.

Seth stared at the walls of the tunnel. They were made of polished white stone with veins of blue and green. Intricate carvings etched the entire surface from floor to ceiling. Seth traced a finger over the elaborate designs.

“Not too shabby,” Newel commented.

Seth stepped back from the wall. “I can’t believe all the detail.”

“Wait until you see the Seven Kingdoms,” Doren said.

The three of them proceeded along the short tunnel. The roof was just high enough that none of them needed to crouch.

“Watch your step,” Newel said. “Take care not to crush a nipsie. Their lives are just as real and valuable as anyone’s. If you accidentally kill a nipsie, the protections of the foundational treaty of Fablehaven will no longer be yours.”

“He’s just saying that because of the time he stepped on a supply wagon and knocked the driver senseless,” Doren confided.

“He made a full recovery,” Newel replied stiffly.

“I don’t see any nipsies here in the tunnel,” Doren reported after bending down to study the smooth marble floor.

“Then tread lightly at the far side,” Newel recommended.

When Seth emerged from the far end of the tunnel, he unexpectedly stepped out into the sunlight. There was no top to the hill—the entire center had been excavated, leaving the slopes to form a circular wall around a unique community. “Look at that,” Seth mumbled.

The entire area inside the hill was landscaped in miniature, bristling with tiny castles, mansions, factories, warehouses, shops, mills, theaters, arenas, and bridges. The architecture was complex and varied, incorporating soaring spires, swooping rooftops, spiraling towers, fragile arches, cartoonish chimneys, colorful canopies, columned walkways, multi-tiered gardens, and glistening domes. The nipsies constructed with the finest wood and stone, adding a gleam to many of their fanciful structures with precious metals and gemstones. Radiating out from a central pond, an elaborate irrigation system comprised of canals, aqueducts, ponds, and dams connected seven sprawling communities of dense habitations.

“Feast your eyes on the Seven Kingdoms of the nipsies,” Newel said.

“See that squarish building there?” Doren asked, pointing. “The one with the pillars and the statues out front? That’s the royal treasury of the Third Kingdom. Not a bad place to begin if they fail to cooperate.”

Among the splendid edifices of the Seven Kingdoms, the tallest of which barely reached the height of Seth’s knees, scurried thousands of minuscule people. At first glance they looked like insects. After rummaging through his emergency kit, Seth crouched near the mouth of the engraved tunnel where a crew of nipsies had been digging and peered at the undersized workers through a magnifying glass. They wore dapper clothing and, despite falling short of half an inch, looked just like humans. The group Seth was watching made animated gestures in his direction as they scurried away. Tiny bells started ringing, and many of the nipsies began to flee indoors or into holes in the ground.

“They’re scared of us,” Seth said.

“They’d better be,” Newel blustered. “We’re their supreme gigantic overlords, and they tried to lock us out with predatory plants and carnivorous slime.”

“Look there, by the reflecting pool,” Doren mourned, extending a hand. “They tore down our statues!”

Remarkable likenesses of Newel and Doren, each over a foot tall, lay toppled and defaced near vacant grandstands.

“Somebody has gotten much too big for their britches,” Newel growled. “Who has desecrated the Monument to the Overlords?”

Pandemonium continued in the bustling streets. Frantic crowds pressed to get indoors. Dozens of nipsies recklessly descended the scaffolding of a building under construction. Nipsies armed with diminutive weapons congregated on the roof of the royal treasury.

“I see a delegation gathering around the horn,” Doren said, motioning at an eighteen-inch tower topped by a large, pearl-colored megaphone.

Newel winked at Seth. “Time to open negotiations.”

“Are you sure this is right?” Seth asked. “Taking from these little guys?”

Doren slapped Seth on the back. “Nipsies live to sniff out pockets of ore. Our taking some of their stored wealth gives them something to do!”

“Hail, Newel and Doren,” a tiny voice chimed. Even magnified by the megaphone, it was squeaky and hard to hear. Stepping carefully, Seth and the satyrs leaned in closer. “We, the nipsies of the Third Kingdom, are overjoyed at your long-awaited return.”

“Overjoyed, are you?” Newel said. “Poisonous plants were not exactly the welcome we expected.”

The nipsies on the tower conferred together before answering. “We regret if the defenses we erected of late have proven problematic. We felt an increase in security was warranted due to the unsavory character of certain potential pillagers.”

“Little nipper almost makes it sound like he’s not talking about us,” Doren murmured.

“They’re none too shabby when it comes to diplomacy,” Newel agreed. He raised his voice. “I noticed that our monuments have fallen into disrepair. Our tribute is long overdue.”

Again the delegation on the tower huddled before responding. “We regret any lack of appreciation you may perceive,” a voice squeaked. “You arrive in a desperate season. As you know, since time out of mind, the Seven Kingdoms of the nipsies have dwelt in peace and prosperity, interrupted only by the abusive solicitations of certain gigantic outlanders. But dark times have befallen us of late. The Sixth and Seventh Kingdoms have united in war against the rest of us. They recently decimated the Fourth Kingdom. We and the Second Kingdom are harboring thousands of refugees. The Fifth Kingdom is under siege. In the First Kingdom there is talk of retreat, a mass exodus to a new homeland.

“As you are aware, we nipsies have never been a warlike people. It is plain that a sinister influence has overcome the citizens of the Sixth and Seventh Kingdoms. We fear they will not be satisfied until they have conquered us all. As we speak, their navy sails toward our shores. If you simultaneously attack our community from the rear, I fear the Seven Kingdoms may fall into darkness. However, if you lend us aid in this tragic hour, we will gladly reward you handsomely.”

“Allow us a moment to deliberate,” Newel said, pulling Doren and Seth in close. “You think this is a trick? What the nipsies lack in size, they often make up for in guile.”

“I see a large fleet of black ships, there in the central pool,” Doren said. Although the biggest ships were no larger than Seth’s shoes, there were dozens of them approaching.

“Aye,” Newel said. “And look off to the left. The Fourth Kingdom does appear to be in ruins.”