"you are very beautiful," kendra said in the loudest voice she could manage. "my eyes could not resist!" "this one is almost eloquent," the dragon mused, keeping her eyes locked on kendra. "come closer, my pet."

"kendra, look away!" gavin demanded. "chalize, do not forget our arrangement."

kendra tried to turn her head, but the muscles in her neck would not respond. she tried to close her eyes, but her eyelids refused to operate. although she felt immobilized by fear, her mind remained clear.

"your companions were not to gaze upon me," chalize sang, bright eyes still skewering kendra. the dragon moved for the first time, crouching lower, as if coiling to spring.

"do not forget yourself, worm!" gavin yelled.

the dragon looked back at him, eyes narrowed. "worm, is it?"

kendra dropped her gaze to the floor. warren appeared at one elbow, dougan at the other, hurrying her along. she shuffled forward, listening to the conversation without raising her eyes.

"she spoke to you politely, chalize," gavin said. "your kind are not meant to devour such without cause."

"she broke your promise and laid eyes on me. what further cause should i require?" the words were as harsh as swords clashing.

gavin began speaking an unintelligible language, as distinct from a human tongue as the squeals of dolphins or the moans of whales. the dragon replied in similar fashion. the volume of the conversation was louder than when they had used english.

kendra felt an impulse to look back. was the dragon still influencing her, or was she simply insane? resisting the urge, she kept her eyes averted from gavin and chalize.

presently kendra, warren, and dougan reached the base of a long, wide stairway. as they climbed, the argument ended. kendra could imagine gavin staring down the dragon again. how had he gotten away with insulting her? how was he able to converse in her own language, a language that evidently not even the fairies knew, since kendra had not understood any part of the exchange? there was certainly more to gavin than met the eye.

legs burning, they arrived at the top of the stairwell and beheld a deeply recessed alcove with an iron door. advancing to the door, they found it locked, with no key in sight. they waited, none of them daring to look back.

finally they heard rapid footfalls on the stairs. gavin approached from behind, plunged a golden key into the lock, and opened the door. "hurry," he said.

they rushed through the door into a corridor walled with stone blocks. gavin paused to close the door behind them and then hurried to catch up. the floor was tiled. glowing stones shone from sockets in the walls.

"you spoke like a dragon," dougan said in wonder.

"starting to see why dad kept me a secret?" gavin asked.

dougan remained amazed. "i understood you were a dragon tamer, a natural, but this..."

"if you care for me at all, please never share what you heard."

"i'm sorry i looked at the dragon," kendra said. "d-d-d-don't mention it," gavin said. "how did you manage to reply?"

"i don't know," kendra said. "my body couldn't move, but my mind stayed clear. i remembered that dragon tamers spoke to dragons, so after i got caught in her stare, i gave it a try. every other part of me was frozen, but my mouth still worked."

"usually the mind is paralyzed along with the body,"

gavin said. "you have serious potential as a dragon tamer."

"how were you able to look in her eyes?" warren asked. "i've always understood that dragon tamers avoid eye contact."

"y-you were peeking as well?" gavin accused.

"just enough to see you."

"i challenged chalize to try to break my will without touching me," gavin said. "our arrangement was that if she failed, she would let us pass in and out freely."

"what made you think you could succeed!" dougan exclaimed.

"i've always been immune to the charms of dragons," gavin said. "through some inborn quirk, their stares do not mesmerize me. she could have decapitated me with a flick of her tail, but she is young and has lived in solitude, so she relished the challenge. surely, to her, it seemed a contest she could not possibly lose."

"from what i half-glimpsed, she did look rather small," warren said.

"v-v-v-v-very mysterious," gavin said. "chalize is a youngling, with most of her growth ahead of her. she can't be much more than a hundred years old. yet this vault has been here at least ten times that long. the cavern where she dwells was raked with claw marks and gouges from a much larger, older dragon."

"i noticed," warren said. "so where was the parent?"

"i inquired how she came here," gavin said. "she refused to respond. something about the whole situation seems shady. at least she surrendered her key as promised."

"her youth explains why she attacked the others so quickly," dougan said.

"right," gavin agreed. "normally dragons prefer to toy with their food. the young ones are more impulsive."

"are all dragons as metallic as she is?" kendra asked.

"she almost looked like a robot."

"each dragon is unique," gavin said. "i have seen others with metal scales, but chalize was the most metallic i've seen. her entire body is sheathed in a copper alloy. you can even hear it in her voice."

dougan laid an arm across gavin's shoulders. "i suppose it goes without saying, but well done back there. you're a marvel."

"th-th-thanks," gavin said, lowering his eyes shyly.

as they proceeded down the corridor, warren led the way, probing the ground with his broken spear. he warned them not to touch the walls, and to keep an eye out for tripwires.

now that they had passed beyond the limits of where tammy had scouted, any danger was possible.

the hall ended at a bronze door. behind it they found a spiral staircase leading downward. testing every step before trusting their weight to it, they wound ever deeper into the earth. after hundreds of uninterrupted steps, the stairs ended at another bronze door.

"this could be the abode of the guardian," warren whispered. "kendra, hang back."

warren led the way through the unlocked door, followed by dougan and gavin. kendra peered in after them. the lofty room made kendra think of the inside of a cathedral without pews or windows. statues stood in elevated niches; small rooms housing various ornaments branched out from the main chamber; fading murals decorated the walls and ceiling; and a tremendous, ornate altar dominated the far end of the room.

warren, dougan, and gavin crossed the room cautiously, all facing in different directions, as kendra watched from the door. they reached the altar and looked around, gradually relaxing. they started searching all of the side rooms, handling various treasures, but found no guardian to oppose them.

weary of waiting, and doubting the presence of danger, kendra entered the room. warren was giving the altar a closer examination, hesitantly touching jewels. "nothing?" kendra asked.

warren looked up. "possibly we have not yet awakened or activated the guardian. but if you ask me, i think somebody made off with the artifact a long time ago. i see nothing suspicious. this room should have held our most fearsome challenge, unless the guardian has already fallen."

"it might explain why tammy and javier were able to exit the caves without finding the artifact," kendra observed.

"right, and why a new dragon was placed here a century ago," warren agreed.

kendra came around to the far side of the altar and froze, reading what had been inscribed there in silver letters. "did you read this?" kendra asked softly.

"it isn't a language i'm familiar with," warren said.

"must be a fairy language," kendra whispered. "it looks like english to me."

"what does it say?"

peering around to make sure dougan and gavin were out of earshot, she quietly read the words aloud:

courtesy of the world's greatest adventurer, this artifact has a new home at fablehaven.

chapter thirteen

secret admirer

seth lay under the covers in his bed, fully dressed except for his shoes, fingers laced behind his head, staring up at the slanted ceiling of the dark attic room. he was contemplating the difference between courage and stupidity, a distinction grandpa sorenson had repeatedly tried to emphasize. he considered himself armed with useful definitions. stupidity was when you took risks for no good reason. courage was when you took a calculated risk in order to accomplish something important.

had he been stupid in the past? sure! peeking out of the window on midsummer eve when he had been warned not to look had been stupid. the only benefit had been to satisfy his curiosity, and he had nearly gotten his family killed. this summer he had taken some risks for flimsy reasons as well. of course, when the risk seemed small, sometimes he didn't mind acting a little stupid.

but he had also acted courageously. he had overdosed on courage potion to confront the revenant in hopes of saving his family. that risk had paid off.

was sneaking out of the house to follow the shadowy manifestations of coulter and tanu into the woods going to be dangerous? absolutely. the question was whether the risk was justified.

earlier that afternoon, tanu had completed his transformation into a shadowman just outside the window. he had waited in the shade on the deck until sundown, when he had ventured off into the woods. a few hours later, with evening deepening, the silent shadows of tanu and coulter had returned. visible only to seth, they had stood halfway across the yard from the house, allowing grandpa to address them from the deck. tanu had indicated that all was well with two thumbs up, and they had gestured for seth to follow them, inviting grandpa to come along as well. through pantomime, coulter had expressed that he would scout ahead as they traveled in order to prevent encounters with dangerous creatures.

but grandpa had declined the invitation. he had stated that if tanu and coulter could devise a way for him to follow them without seth, he would consent to accompany them. as he told them this, seth stood behind him making subtle gestures, stealthily pointing at grandpa and shaking his head, then pointing at himself, then pointing at them, then winking. none but seth could see tanu salute that he had received the message.

the house had been still for some time. if he was going to follow through on the message he had mimed to tanu and coulter, the moment had arrived. but he hesitated. was he actually going to disregard a direct order from grandpa and entrust his life to the shadowy versions of tanu and coulter? if tanu and coulter had his best interests in mind, would they be willing to let him sneak away with them against grandpa's wishes? hopefully they were certain he would be safe and confident that grandpa would thank them all later.

what were the possibilities? they might lead him into a trap. he might die or be transformed into a shadow himself. then again, he might solve the mystery of the plague, restore tanu and coulter, and save fablehaven.

seth scooted out from under his covers, pulled on his shoes, and started tying the laces. the bottom line was that grandpa would have been willing to risk his life on the gamble that the shadows of tanu and coulter meant to offer meaningful assistance. he would have followed them if he could have done so alone. he simply was not willing to risk seth's life. to seth, this proved that the risk was worth taking. if grandpa loved him too much to let him take a worthwhile risk, then he would bypass grandpa.

shoes secure, seth slid his emergency kit out from under the bed. then he tiptoed down the attic stairs, flinching at every creak. at the bottom of the steps the house remained dark and quiet. seth hurried along the hall and down the stairs to the entry hall. he stole into grandpa's study, tugged a chain to turn on a desk lamp, and rummaged through

tanu's bag of potions. after examining several bottles, seth found the one he wanted, grabbed it, and closed the bag.

he switched off the light and crept to the back door. unlocking it, he slipped outside, where moonlight bathed the yard in silver highlights. "tanu?" seth hissed in a forced whisper. "coulter?"

a pair of humanoid shadows emerged from behind a hedge, one taller and bulkier than the other. seth climbed over the deck railing and dropped to the lawn. immediately, two additional figures streaked toward him, one much bigger than tanu, the other a little taller than coulter.

seth uncapped the potion he had swiped and guzzled the contents. by the time mendigo and hugo reached him, an effervescent tingling raced through his limbs, and he hovered in the air, a vaporous rendition of himself. mendigo and hugo tried in vain to lay hands on him.

of course grandpa hadn't trusted him. of course mendigo and hugo had been stationed with orders to prevent him from leaving the yard. was it seth's fault that grandpa had neglected to hide tanu's potions?

coulter and tanu motioned for seth to follow. willing himself forward, seth drifted behind them as quickly as he could. mendigo stayed with him, ceaselessly trying to seize him, causing bubbly tingles wherever his wooden hands grabbed. his progress was frustratingly slow. hugo went to the house and started thumping on the wall. seth tried to ignore the lights turning on inside.

he was most of the way to the woods when dale called out after him. "seth, you mind your grandfather and come back right away." refusing to even look back, seth shook his head.

when seth reached the edge of the woods, grandpa spoke from the deck. "wait, seth, come back! tanu! coulter! hold on, listen, if you're going to do this, at least let me join you." the shadowy figures stopped. shaking his head emphatically, seth crossed and uncrossed his arms. this was a trick. as soon as he became solid, grandpa would drag him home. he waved a hand, goading them to continue.