“I have an idea,” Malcolm said, rubbing his hands together. “Horses can swim, right?”
Tessa opened her mouth to answer but stopped herself with a shrug.
“Okay,” he said. “When I say go, drive into the river.”
Now Tessa did speak. “Have you gone as addled as Anth?”
“Just do it!”
Malcolm concentrated on the wooden panels of the wagon. The last time he’d tried the growth spell, well, the explosion had been… startling. And he’d been doing it on something alive, rather than something that used to be alive. But then again, he hadn’t had the proper incentive to get it right before. Like himself standing inside the thing he was trying to grow, with a bunch of pirates getting uncomfortably close.
“Slowly, carefully,” he muttered, sweat dripping down his face. A wave and a flick was all it would take. Wave, and flick. He closed his eyes and motioned with his hands, holding his breath.
Beneath him, the wagon creaked ominously. But it hadn’t exploded… yet. He looked down to see the wood stretching and melding together, intertwining like branches of a tree.
“It worked?” he exclaimed. Tessa glanced at him over her shoulder and paled. He followed her gaze and saw that the pirates were almost on them.
“Go, go, into the river!” Malcolm shouted, and Tessa urged the horses forward. They balked at first, but perhaps driven by the many strange noises behind them, they decided that the river was the safer option. In they plunged, the cold water splashing up the sides of the wagon.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t picked a shallow enough place to cross, and soon the current overcame them and swept them westward. They passed the pirates they’d been trying to escape, who stared slack-jawed at the apparently suicidal group.
The wagon turned sideways so that the horses were pointed in the direction of the river’s flow, but Malcolm watched the planks continue to spread and grow.
Minerva flapped overhead, keeping pace. “Malcolm!” she shrieked. “Was that the growth spell?” Malcolm could only nod, trying to keep a grip on the side of the wagon even as it sprouted a tiny branch with budding leaves.
“Whee!” said Anth, and Malcolm saw to his horror that his friend’s barrel was spreading roots into the bed of the wagon and elongating up like the trunk of a tree, taking Anth along for the ride. But he didn’t dare let go to help or he might be knocked overboard. He looked to the front and saw Tessa clinging just as grimly, watching the horses, who apparently could swim but did not look remotely happy about it.
How long they went on like that, Malcolm didn’t know, but it was long enough that the river curved southward, carrying them around a big bend that he thought would have to spit them out onto dry land. But no, they careened around and ended up still stuck in the center of the river.
In fact, what seemed like an eternity after that but was probably quite soon, they found themselves literally stuck.
“What’s happening?” Tessa shouted back at Malcolm.
“I’m not–” he began, then stopped. The horses were… standing on something? Had they hit some kind of river reef or sandbar?
“I can see my house from here!” Anth called down to them, and Malcolm looked up at the barrel, which was now quite a tall oak tree with Anth sitting among the branches. Only one other barrel remained, but it was engaged in a similar growth spurt, only more at a diagonal since it had apparently been on its side when Malcolm cast his spell. The rest of the wagon was growing more or less horizontally, but roots being naturally inclined to go downward, the trees that Malcolm now stood on had apparently dug into the riverbed and spread their crowns back and slightly up.
Tessa clambered into the bed of the wagon. “May I be so bold as to ask what you did?”
“I think,” Malcolm said slowly, “that I made us an island.. bridge… raft… thing?”
Minerva flapped down and settled on a tree branch. “This won’t last long, Malcolm. Not even this many trees can continue to withstand the force of the river.”
“We must move quickly, then,” Tessa said. “First we will help Anth climb down, then get on the eastern bank of the river, but then what?”
Malcolm’s stomach rumbled. “We could maybe rest for a while?” he suggested.
Tessa shrugged. “Or we could press on and attempt to make headway in locating Master Tenegal. We’ve come in the wrong direction from where Anth said he was.”
Minerva fluffed her feathers. “You might also consider that your friend is still in need of medical attention.” They looked up at Anth, who was hugging the tree’s trunk and whispering to it, pausing occasionally to press his ear to it and nod.
“So we should probably find another town as soon as possible,” Malcolm said, frowning at the wagon, whose timbers were beginning to shiver. “Whatever we do, we need to decide quickly.”
We should...
- Rest. That nap in the barrel wasn't enough! (50%, 1 Votes)
- Look for Master Tenegal. The sooner we find him, the sooner we go home. (50%, 1 Votes)
- Find the nearest town and get Anth help, STAT. (0%, 0 Votes)
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