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The blind man gave a sigh that was clearly one of relief. "So she came with him. "

Leader nodded, still not ready to talk.

"I worried that she wouldnt. It meant leaving so much behind. But Matty convinced her. Good for him. "

Leader stretched, and sipped from the glass of water on his desk. Then he was able to speak. "She didnt need convincing. She could tell that it was time. She has that gift. "

The blind man went to the window and stood there listening. Heavy dragging sounds and thuds were accompanied by shouts:

"Over here!"

"Put it down there!"

"Watch out!"

They could hear Mentors voice, loud above the others. "Stack them right there," he directed. "Five to a stack. You! You idiot! Stop that! If you arent going to help, go someplace else!"

Leader winced. "It was such a short time ago that he was so patient and soft-spoken. Listen to him now. "

"Tell me how he looks," the blind man said.

Leader went to the window and looked down at the place where they were preparing to build the wall. He found Mentor in the crowd. "His bald spot is completely gone," he said. "Hes taller. Or at least stands straighter. Hes lost weight. And his chin is firmer than it was. "

"A strange trade for him to have made," the blind man commented.

Leader shrugged. "For a woman," he pointed out. "People do strange things. "

"I suppose its too soon for you to look beyond again. " The blind man was still at the window. His posture was uneasy.

Leader smiled. "You know it is. Theyve only just entered. Theyre fine. "

"How much time do they have?"

"Ten days. The wall cant go up for ten days, according to the edict. Its enough time. "

"Mattys like a son to me. Its as if both my children are out there. "

"I know. " Leader put a reassuring arm across the blind mans shoulders. "Come back here tomorrow morning and well look again. "

"Ill go work in my garden. Im preparing flower beds for Kira. "

"Good idea. Itll take your mind from the worry. "

But when Seer had gone, Leader stood at the window for a while, listening to the wall builders at their preparations. He was very worried himself. He had not told the blind man. But while he had watched Matty, Kira, and the puppy enter Forest, he had been able to see, too, that Forest was shifting, moving, thickening, and preparing to destroy them.

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"Ill catch fish farther along," Matty said. "Frolic wont eat it, but you and I can. And there are berries and nuts. So we dont have to save this. Eat all you want. "

Kira nodded and took a bite from the deep red apple he had given her. "It will be good to reduce the weight in your pack," she pointed out. "We can move more quickly then. "

They were seated on the blanket in the place Matty had chosen to spend the first night. They had covered quite a distance during the day. He was surprised at how well she was able to keep up the pace.

"No, Frolic, not my stick. " Kira scolded the little dog affectionately when he tried to use her cane as a plaything to chew. "Here," she said to him, and picked up a stick from the ground. She threw it to him and he dashed away with it, growling playfully, hoping that someone would chase him. When no one did, he lay down and attacked the stick like a warrior, tearing its bark with his small sharp teeth.

Matty tossed some dead twigs onto the fire he had built. It was close to dark now, and chilly. "We walked a long way today," he told Kira. "Im amazed at how well you manage. I thought that because of your leg. . . "

"Im so accustomed to it. Ive always walked like this. " Kira untied her leather sandals and began to rub her feet. "Im tired, though. And look. Im bleeding. " She leaned forward with the hem of her skirt bunched in her hand, and wiped blood from the sole of her foot. "Ill throw this dress away when we arrive. " She laughed. "Will there be fabric there so that I can make new clothes?"

Matty nodded. "Yes. Theres plenty in the marketplace. And you can borrow clothes, too, from my friend Jean. Shes about your size. "

Kira looked at him. "Jean?" she said. "Youve not mentioned her before. "

He grinned and was glad it was dark so she wouldnt see his face turning crimson. It startled him that he had blushed. What was happening? He had known Jean for years. They had played together as children after his arrival in Village. He had tried, once, to tease and frighten her with a snake, only to discover that she loved garden snakes.

To Kira, now, he just shrugged. "Shes my friend.

"Shes pretty," he added, then cringed, embarrassed that he had said that, and waited for Kira to tease him. But she wasnt really listening. She was examining her feet, and he could see, even in the flickering light of the fire, that the soles were badly cut and bleeding.

She dipped the hem of her dress into the bowl of water they had set out for Frolic, and wiped the wounds. Watching her in the firelight, Matty could see her wince.

"How bad is it?" he asked.

"It will be all right. Ive brought some herbal salve and Ill rub it in. " He watched as she opened a pouch she took from her pocket and began to treat the punctures and cuts.

"Is there something wrong with your shoes?" he asked, glancing at the soft leather sandals set side by side on the ground. They had firm soles and she had seemed to walk comfortably in them.

"No. My shoes are fine. Its strange, though. While we were walking, I kept having to stop to pull twigs out of my shoes. You probably noticed. " She laughed. "It was as if the underbrush was actually reaching in to poke at me. "

She rubbed a little more ointment into the wounds on her feet. "It poked me hard, too. Maybe tomorrow Ill wrap some cloth around my feet before I put my sandals back on. "

"Good idea. " Matty didnt let her see how uneasy this made him feel. He fed the fire again and then arranged some rocks around it so that it couldnt escape from the little cleared space where he had built it. "We should sleep now, and get an early start tomorrow. "

Soon, curled on the ground beside her, with Frolic between them and the blanket thrown across all three, Matty listened. He heard Kiras even breathing; she had fallen asleep immediately. He felt Frolic stir and turn in his light puppyish slumber, probably dreaming of birds and chipmunks to chase. He heard the last shifting of the sticks in the fire as it died and turned to ash. He heard the whoosh and flutter of an owl as it dived, and then the tiny squeal of a doomed rodent caught in its talons.

From the direction toward which they were traveling, he perceived a hint of the stench that permeated the deep center of Forest. By Mattys calculations, they would not reach the center for three days. He was surprised that already the foul smell of decay drifted to where they were resting. When finally he slept, his dreams were layered over with an awareness of rot and the imminence of terrible danger.

***

In the morning, after they had eaten, Kira wrapped both of her feet in fabric torn from her petticoat, and when the wrappings were thick and protective, she loosened the straps of her sandals and fit her bandaged feet carefully into them.

Then she picked up her stick and walked a bit around the fire to test the arrangement. "Good," she said after a moment. "Its quite comfortable. I wont have a problem. "

Matty, rolling the blanket around the remains of their food, glanced over. "Tell me if it happens again, the sticks and twigs poking at you. "

She nodded. "Ready, Frolic?" she called, and the puppy scampered to her from the bushes where he had been pawing at a rodents hole. Kira adjusted her wrapped bundle of embroidery tools on her back and prepared to follow Matty as he set off.

To his surprise, he had some difficulty finding the path this second morning. That had never happened before. Kira waited patiently behind him as he investigated several apparent entrances from the clearing where they had slept.

"Ive come through here so often," he told her, puzzled. "Ive slept in this same place so many times before. And Ive always kept the path clear and easy to find. But now. . . "

He pushed back some bushes with his hand, stared for a moment at the ground he had revealed, then took his knife from his pocket and pruned back the branches. "Here," he said, pointing. "Heres the path. But the bushes have somehow grown across and hidden it. Isnt that strange? I just came through here a day and a half ago. Im sure it wasnt overgrown like this then. "

He held the thick shrubbery back to make it easier for Kira to enter, and was pleased to see that her footsteps, despite her injured feet, seemed firm and without pain.

"I can push things with my stick," she told him.

"See?" She raised her stick and used it to force up a thick vine that had reached from one tree to another on the other side of the path, making a barrier at the height of their shoulders. Together they ducked and went under the vine. But immediately they could see that there were others ahead, barring their approach.

"Ill cut them," Matty said. "Wait here. "

Kira stood waiting, Frolic suddenly quiet and wary at her feet, while Matty sliced through the vines at eye level ahead of them.

"Ow," he said, and winced. An acidic sap dripped from the cut vines and burned where it landed on his arm. It seemed to eat through the thin cotton fabric of his sleeve. "Be careful not to let it drip on you," he called to Kira, and motioned to her to come forward.

They made their way carefully through the passageway, which was a maze of vines, Matty in front with his knife. Again and again the sap spattered onto his arms until his sleeves were dotted with holes and the flesh beneath was burned raw. Their progress was very slow, and when finally the path widened, opened, and was free of the glistening growth—which they could see had already, amazingly, regrown and reblocked the path they had just walked—they stopped to rest. It had begun to rain. The trees were so thick above them that the downpour barely penetrated, but the foliage dripped and was cold on their shoulders.

"Do you have more of that herbal salve?" Matty asked.

Kira took it from her pocket and handed it to him. He had pushed back his sleeves and was examining his arms. Inflamed welts and oozing blisters had made a pattern on his skin.

"Its from the sap," he told her, and rubbed the salve onto the lesions.

"I guess my sweater was thick enough to protect me. Does it hurt?"

"No, not much. " But it wasnt true. Matty didnt want to alarm her, but he was in excruciating pain, as if his arms had been burned by fire. He had to hold his breath and bite his tongue to keep from crying out as he applied the salve.

For a brief moment, he thought that he might try to use his gift, to call forth the vibrating power and eradicate the stinging poisonous rash on his arms. But he knew he must not. It would take too much out of him—it would, in Leaders words, spend his gift—and it would hamper their progress. They had to keep moving. Something so terrifying was happening that Matty did not even try to assess it.

Kira did not know. She had never made this journey before. She could feel the difficulties of this second day but did not realize they were unusual. She found herself able to laugh, not aware of the incredible pain that Matty was feeling in his singed and blistered arms. "Goodness," she said, chuckling, "Im glad my clematis doesnt grow that fast or that thick. Id never be able to open my front door. "