The Hound of Rowan (10 page)

Max looked back through the tunnel; it hadn't been raining on the other side of the door. Several of his classmates were already commenting on it.

Turning back to the clearing, Max squinted at a distant backdrop of forest and the surprising sight of snowcapped hills. Clumps of trees and great rock formations dotted the clearing at irregular intervals. A herd of cows grazed and lowed in the distance. Directly ahead was a long, low building set near a lagoon that was bordered by a strip of beach and royal palms.

Suddenly, something enormous plummeted from the sky to seize one of the distant cows in its talons. With a screech, a bird the size of a small airplane soared off with its struggling prey, making for the far hills.

“Good to see Hector's eating again,” exclaimed Ms. Richter with satisfaction. “He hasn't touched a thing in weeks!”

A number of children retreated into the leafy tunnel until the Director beckoned them back out.

“Don't worry about any Sanctuary inhabitants mistaking you for food,” she assured them. “Nothing here normally preys upon humans, and they're all very well fed.”

Rolf scoffed loudly, drawing a warning glance.

“Hey,” said Connor, trotting a few steps and peering east. “Where's the ocean?”

Max was startled to see Connor was right; instead of the ocean there was a series of sand dunes that rose in gentle swells for miles until they stopped at a wall of dark rock that extended to the horizon. Ms. Richter smiled.

“As Connor has noticed,” she said, “our Sanctuary is a very different place from the world back through that tunnel. Like many things here at Rowan, the Sanctuary has its own space: space that is ‘borrowed' from other places in the world. This provides our guests with a safe haven and a variety of habitats reminiscent of their homes. The only way in or out of this Sanctuary is through this tunnel. Remember, Old Magic can be raw and unpredictable, and thus it is important not to wander too far.”

Max elbowed Connor.

“Is there anything here that can't hurt, kill, or eat us?” he whispered.

Connor grinned. “Keeps you on your toes, don't it?”

“Do you think we could ask
not to
have one of these?”

“I highly doubt it,” Connor replied quickly as Ms. Richter glided past them.

“Ah,” said the Director, glancing at her watch. “I think Nolan's ready for us.”

A lanky, tanned man was walking toward them from the building near the lagoon. He had something that seemed to be wriggling in his arms. At fifty yards, he laughed and placed it on the ground. Max grinned with recognition. Lucy's head bobbed up above the tall grass as she quickly closed the distance, barreling into Max with a snort. Max hoisted her in his arms.

“Hey there, Lucy!” he exclaimed. “Good to see you!”

Lucy squirmed in his arms, scrambling up his chest to sniff at his cheek. Max laughed and turned toward the others.

“Ah,” said Ms. Richter. “I'd almost forgotten that Max has met Lucy before! Class, come and meet Lucy. She's been Nigel Bristow's charge since he was an Apprentice, some thirty years ago.”

“This is more like it,” Cynthia breathed as she scratched Lucy behind the ears.

“Hello, Lucy,” cooed Omar, patting her belly.

“There's a good girl,” chirped Connor, shaking her foot.

Lucy tossed frantically, trying to look at each student as they introduced themselves. It was too much. With a grunt of shock, she released a burst of gas, looking hurt as the children fled with shrieks of laughter. She buried her head in Max's armpit.

“Now, now, you've hurt her feelings!” the man said with a laugh. He had dark hair, a mellow drawl, and bright blue eyes with crow's-feet at the corners. He wore jeans, a thick leather apron, and gloves that bore a variety of deep gashes and punctures. Max recognized him as the man they had seen the previous day on the beach when they had taken their tour with Miss Awolowo.

“Hey, students,” he said, waving at them. “You ready to make a friend for life?” he inquired with a loud clap of his gloves. Taking Lucy from Max, he whispered something in her ear and placed her on the ground. She trotted back toward the lagoon.

“Children,” said Ms. Richter, “this is Mr. Nolan, Head Groundskeeper at Rowan.”

“Just ‘Nolan' is fine with me,” he said with a wink. He glanced over at Cynthia, who had looked petrified ever since the predatory bird had appeared. “Will you be my assistant, young lady?”

She nodded slowly.

“Thank you.” He smiled at her, offering his arm and starting toward the building. “Let's all head over to the Warming Lodge. We've got some beautiful creatures that are dying to meet you!”

The Warming Lodge was made of dark, unpainted wood and covered with weathered shingles. Several bales of hay were stacked on a covered porch that faced the lagoon. Gathering the children around the porch, Nolan motioned for quiet. He produced a small silver bell, ringing it three times. The porch's planks began to creak as something large moved inside.

“Kids, I'd like you to meet YaYa. She looks after all the animals in the Sanctuary. She is the Great Matriarch of Rowan and has been here since it was established.”

The children stepped back as the head of a massive jet-black lioness emerged from the doorway. Bigger than a rhino and crowned with a single broken horn of speckled ivory, she stepped heavily out onto the porch. Her black fur gave off a faint white shimmer. The great creature lowered herself slowly onto the porch, folding her black glossy legs beneath her. Her eyes were clouded with milky cataracts, and her sides rose and fell with her labored breathing. Trotting out the door, Lucy snuggled beneath the whiskers on YaYa's great chin.

Max thought the piglet looked like an appetizer.

“She's beautiful, Mr. Nolan,” said a girl in front. “What is she?”

“I'm sure she'd prefer to answer that herself.”

Max stood riveted as the creature raised her head. Her voice sounded like several women speaking simultaneously.

“Thank you for your kindness. I am a ki-rin. Greetings and welcome to Rowan.” Breathing deeply, she lowered her head once more, covering Lucy.

“YaYa is very old,” Mr. Nolan said. “Seven hundred years is a long life, even for one of her kind. Today we ensure that YaYa can spend her days resting and tending to the injured. As the Great Matriarch of Rowan, however, she's the one you'll have to answer to if she hears you're shirking your tasks.”

YaYa spoke, her voices soft as the subsiding drizzle.

“Do not frighten them, Nolan. I'm sure the charges will be in very good hands. Lucy already speaks highly of them.”

The cloudy eyes turned toward Max.

“YaYa,” said Nolan, “with your permission, we'd like to introduce your charges to the class.”

“Of course,” she replied. “With the exception of Tweedy, they're very excited.”

         

Nolan led the students behind the building, spacing them well apart in rows. Ms. Richter, YaYa, and Lucy settled onto a large woolly blanket the Director had spread on the grass. The sky was threatening and Max was very nervous.

Several minutes later, Nolan reappeared along with a dozen other adults. A motley assortment of creatures followed in a strange procession behind them. They came in all shapes and sizes, peering anxiously at the students. Some towered above the adults leading them, but most were smaller and huddled around them, murmuring or purring or chattering in their own tongues. A nametag hung from each neck.

“All right,” said Nolan. “There's really nothing to this. All you have to do is stand in your places and let our lovelies take a look at you. Most are quite young, so don't be insulted if some are less polite than they should be. Part of your job will be to teach them proper manners. Okay, then—let's get started.”

Max tried to calm his breathing as the creatures stepped, crawled, and hopped among them. An enormous winged bull with the head and face of a young man stopped to loom over him. It gazed at him impassively as Max read
ORION, SYRIAN SHEDU
on its nametag. The shedu did not move. It merely stared at Max, a small frown on its face. Max was at a loss.

“Hello, Orion. My name's Max.”

Nodding stonily, the shedu lifted its head and walked down the line toward Lucia. Max heard a jingle and looked down to see a small striped dog sniffing at his ankles. It sat on its haunches and looked up at him, its nametag indicating that its name was Moby, a Somerset bray.

“Hi, Moby.”

The dog wagged its tail and gave an earnest little yelp that sounded like brass horns. Max clapped his hands to his ears and the dog trotted away. Poked from behind, Max turned to see two Normandy fauns eyeing him suspiciously. They each had the hind legs of a slender goat, but the torsos and faces of a young boy and girl. They appeared to be twins: Kellen and Kyra. They spoke in French.

“Il n'est pas pour moi,”
sniffed Kellen.

“Moi non plus, mon frère. Je préfère Connor,”
replied Kyra, peering back down the line.

Max felt insulted without knowing why, when a shiny red bullfrog bigger than a toaster landed on his shoe. Clammy, padded fingers gripped Max's leg as its throat inflated like a balloon. Max sought out its nametag.

“Hey, Kettlemouth. I'm Max.”

The frog blinked several times before leaping away onto Jesse Chu's head. Jesse shrieked and nearly toppled over as he tried to pry off the sleepy-looking frog that now clung to his collar. Max saw David sitting nearby, cradling the head of a silver gazelle on his lap. David whispered to it and raised its head to look at Max.

“Max, this is Maya. She's an ulu and she's chosen me!”

Max grinned and waved, privately annoyed he had yet to be chosen. A small hare hopped before him. Standing on its hind legs, it fixed Max with a brilliant orange eye. Max spoke to it slowly.

“Hello, Tweedy,” Max intoned. “My name is Max.”

“Why are you talking to me like I'm an imbecile?” the hare asked, its whiskers trembling with indignation. “Are
you
reading Dante in the original Italian?”

Max clapped a hand to his mouth.

“Uh, no.”

“This whole business is ridiculous! I should be taking care of
you,
not the other way around. Oh, you're totally unsuitable!”

The Highlands hare turned up its tail and hopped away, frightening a tiny brown being who ducked quickly out of the way.

Max's eyes met Orion's once more as the shedu clopped past again. It stepped nimbly over a stunning three-legged peacock trilling musical harmonies as it passed.

Many children were now sitting on the grass, their charges settled beside them or, in some cases, clinging to an arm or leg. With a flash of jealousy, Max saw Orion had chosen Rolf. Cynthia was apologizing profusely to a bawling imp no taller than a footstool. The imp was inconsolable. Cynthia was imploring YaYa for help when Max yelled and jumped.

Something sharp had punctured his foot.

Frightened, Max looked down and stared at a strange creature. It resembled a small otter, but its fur was a shimmering red-gold. Lethal-looking metallic quills ran along its neck and back toward a thick, foxlike tail. It had curling black claws like a grizzly bear, and it was one of these that had pierced Max's shoe. Max yelped as the creature gathered itself and leapt at him with astonishing force, knocking him back onto the grass. Opening his eyes, he saw the heavy animal lying on his chest. Its face was inches from his. The creature nipped his nose and began to vibrate its tail like a rattlesnake. Max held his breath as the animal's murderous claws stretched and squeezed for a better grip.

“I see you've met Nick, but I haven't met you.”

Nolan's grinning face was upside down.

“Hi, Mr. Nolan. I'm Max McDaniels. Er, Mr. Nolan?”

“Just Nolan is fine,” the man said. “What's up, Max?”

“Okay,” said Max, trying to gently pry a large claw away from his throat. “Nolan, what exactly
is
Nick? I didn't get a chance to read his nametag.”

“Nick's a Black Forest lymrill, and we're darn lucky to have him. We thought his kind was extinct until one of our Agents stumbled on him in Germany.”

“Uh, Nolan? I think his claws are cutting me.”

“Oh, he's just
excited,
son!” laughed Nolan, smacking his knee. “You can tell by his tail flutter. Fascinating creatures, lymrills—never thought I'd get a chance to see one. I think Nick's chosen you, Max. Congratulations!”

Max looked at Nick, who had flattened his quills and retracted his claws. His surprising weight eased off Max's chest, and he settled onto the grass. Max rubbed his chest. There were holes in his T-shirt and several small drops of blood. He glared at Nick, who was now dozing.

Far in the distance, they heard Old Tom's chimes sound ten o'clock. With a low-throated growl, YaYa stood and addressed them.

“When I call your name, please come forward with your charge…. Sarah Amankwe.”

Max watched as the pretty black girl he'd noticed in the kitchen glided forward with the strange three-legged peacock beside her. They stood for several minutes before YaYa and Ms. Richter, and then it looked as though Sarah took a pen and signed her name before the two went back to their place.

Students were called forward, in turn, and stood before YaYa to sign their names. Max felt like dozing along with Nick by the time he heard his name called.

“Max McDaniels.”

Max tried to shake Nick awake, but the animal did not budge. When his name was called again, Max slid his hands under the lymrill, hoisting it up like a toddler. As he hurried forward, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Nick was perfectly awake and utterly content.

A choice phrase for Nick was forming in Max's mind when he arrived before YaYa. The ki-rin towered above Ms. Richter; Max did not even stand to her shoulder. Her eyes gazed down at him, like great saucers swimming with milk. Max clutched Nick closer.