jroon Kar set out to complete a task, completed it is. And with flair!â spouted Kar from her silly mallet head, its blue plume waving. âNothing could be simpler. So! Such! These so said mysterious Blue Hills lie somewhere beyond the source of the Greenwilla River, if I clearly understood Freshet Spill. And I did. I am the first and only jrabe jroon and my hearing is uncommon keen. What say you, Bekka of Thorns? Shall we depart right now?â
Karâs eyes, pink though they gleamed, were truly Karâs, and I could read âem. They urged me to say yes.
âYes. We will ⦠go to ⦠the Falls of Horn. Yes! Thatâs it! Then up the Greenwilla all the way to its source and beyond to ⦠the Blue Hills,â I managed to say. Then I added, âWonât you come with us?â
Three of the waterwizards shifted their gazes to the fourth. The fourth, the one in purple with the white moons and stars, stroked his blue beard with a minty green hand. I tried to remember his name. Was it ⦠Runnel ⦠Furn? ⦠No ⦠Burn? Yes! That was it!
âIt be for me to tell ye that all waterwizards everywhere be flowing here to the Well of Shells,â he said. âWe four arrived first because we make our watery homes nearby. Mine be the pool beneath the Falls of Horn. Freshet Spillâs be found in Dragonâs Deep Pool. Riverine Run be my neighbor. His home be the Falls themselves. Eddy Gurge swims the depths of a beckoning pool in the Chack Tree Forest. So ye see, we be closest to here of all the waterwizards. And here we will wait for the gathering. In collection will we gather around the Well of Shells. When the last one of us dribbles in, we shall turn as one and gaze at yon beeketbird for the pure true sign of your success. If it flies, the witch be returned, and with her, our powers. If not â¦â
Runnel Burn shrugged and fell silent.
âThe beeketbird will fly!â shouted Kar, and she leaped up to swoop and flutter in the air. âBek, let us away now to the Falls of Horn and the Blue Hills!â
I stood, rushed into the hut, grabbed Jo Bree, dead brown stick though it was, looked at my chonka, rejected the idea of taking it, rushed back outside, and followed Karâs ridiculous wobbling flight into the Villcom Wood after waving what I thought was a dignified good-bye to the four waterwizards.
Chapter Eight
To the Falls of Horn
âKar, fly closer. What do you think happened?â
âThe witch went to the Blue Hills.â
âI know that. But why? I mean why do you think she did it?â
âI donât know why. She did it. We have to get her back.â
âBut donât you wonder?â
âIâm not the wonderer. You are, Bek.â
âSuch.â
âSo. And ⦠Oho! Thereâs Janellia Spurl like as you said. That is a plump sudplum sheâs reaching for.â
âLeave it alone, Kar! I want it to be there when ⦠when we ⦠I ⦠bring the Babba Ja Harick back from the Blue Hills. Blue Hills? Listen to me. Iâm talking about somewhere I never even knew existed when I woke up this morning.â
âLook there, Bek. Hodding Spurl. He was caught in laughter. So. Better than being caught like this. Why did I make these wings so such stubby? I tire so quickly and have to rest too often. Stick out your arm, Bek. Iâll perch there for a span.â
âWell, so, Kar, you arenât heavy at all, are you? You are just a clump of ridiculous feathers. And why did you make the webbed feet point backward?â
âThought it was funnier.â
âOh.â
Thus and so, we moved through the Villcom Wood, chatting the way we always chat whenever we are chatting. Iâve known her longer than anyone. We were misfits together for bar years of our younglinghoods in the hedge as bendo dreen before we discovered on our first adventure that Kar was in truth a shapeshifting jrabe.