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exposing not only her teeth but her gums too. Her body, though it was still without clothes, wore a pattern of shadowy stains that moved under the surface of her skin, dividing into smeared spots in one place and gathered into a single ragged shape in another, all constantly changing.

      Even her face was stained: with a swarm of blots, then with rows of rising stripes, then a single black diamond, one form becoming another without lingering in any state for so much as a moment.

      For some reason the display touched a nerve in Candy. It was literally sickening; it made her stomach rebel, and it was all she could do not to keep herself from puking.

      Mrs. Munn’s half-opened hand was now in front of Candy.

      “Take it!” Mrs. Munn said. “Just do it!”

      “Take what?”

      “Whatever you see in my hand.”

      “It’s empty.”

      “Look again. And be quick.” Candy was aware of Boa’s shape rising up behind Mrs. Munn, and beating at the air above her. “I can’t hold her off for long. The power in her!”

      Candy could hear Boa calling to her as she beat at the Air Armor the incantatrix had put up to keep her from finishing the chase. The Armor, a conjuration Candy knew of but couldn’t wield, made Boa’s voice slurred and remote, but Candy could still comprehend enough to know what Boa was doing. She was trying to sow seeds of doubt in Candy concerning Mrs. Munn.

      “She says you’re crazy,” Candy said.

      “She’s probably right,” Laguna Munn replied. “Did she make you want to vomit when you saw the Sepulcaphs?”

      “Is that what they’re called? Yes. It was horrible.”

      “If she tries it again, you run, put your eyes out, bury your head in the ground, just don’t look at the patterns. If she’s strong enough to keep them in her skin, which she is, she can make you puke yourself inside out.”

      “That’s . . . that’s not possible. Is it?”

      “I’m afraid it is. She almost had me doing it two minutes ago, up the hill. Me? On my own rock! Where she got power to wield Sepulcaphs is . . .” She shook her head. “. . . unbelievable.”

      “She was taught by Christopher Carrion.”

      “Interesting. And of course the question remains: where did he get it? The Hereafter doesn’t have power. That’s why you did business with us. But even the Abarat doesn’t contain wieldings that powerful.”

      There was a sharp stinging sound, as more pieces of the Air Armor behind Laguna Munn shattered beneath Boa’s assault.

      “Lordy Lou. How did you ever live with her?”

      “She wasn’t like this.”

      “Or she was and you suppressed it.”

      “Huh. I never thought of that.”

      “No wonder you were a dull little batrat of a child. All your energy was going into keeping this monster from breaking out.”

      “Who said I was a dull little ratbat—”

      “Batrat.”

      “—of a child?”

      “You did. Who you are is the stone on which you stand. Now no more—”

      There were two more brutal stings in quick succession. Then another three.

      “She’s breaking through. Take your weapon!”

      Once again she was offering her hand to Candy, and once again Candy was seeing nothing but an empty palm. There was a desperate urgency to the problem. Boa and her nauseating Sepulcaphs were a cracked plate of air away.

      “Look again!” Mrs. Munn insisted. “Look away. Clear your head. Then look again. It’s right there!”

      “What is?”

      “Whatever you want.”

      “Like a poisonous snake?”

      She had but to ask, and there it was in Mrs. Munn’s hands: a seven-foot-long snake, its colors—a toxic yellow-green with a band of glistening black running along its length—designed to tell anyone that it was a venomous thing.

      “Good choice, girl!” Mrs. Munn said, in a tone so ambiguous Candy had no idea whether she was serious or not. “Here! Take it!”

      She tossed the snake at Candy, who, more out of instinct than intention, caught it in both hands.

      “Now what?” she said.

       Chapter 17 Snake Talk

      JOLLO?”

      There was no response from the wizened figure on the ground. His eyes were closed, and his pupils were motionless behind his gray, papery lids. Malingo kneeled down beside him, and spoke to him again:

      “Are you still there?” he asked.

      For several seconds there was no response. Then his gummy green eyelids opened and he spoke. His words were slurred, his voice watery.

      “I’m still here. I just needed to rest. Everything was too noisy with my eyes open,” he said.

      Malingo glanced up at Covenantis, hoping he’d know the significance of Jollo’s confusion of senses, but Covenantis’s focus was neither with his brother nor Malingo. Covenantis was turned away from his brother in the direction of the sound of—

      “Shattering air,” Covenantis said.

      “I didn’t even know air could shatter,” Malingo said.

      “Glass can be poured like treacle if it’s hot enough. Did you not know that either?” Covenantis replied. “Are all geshrats so stupid?”

      The noise came again. And again. Malingo was now looking in the same direction as Covenantis, curious as to what shattered air looked like. Suddenly, Jollo seized hold of Malingo’s arm, first with one hand then with both, pulling himself up into a sitting position, his eyes opening wide.

      “She’s there,” he said, staring with eerie accuracy in precisely the same direction as his brother.

      Malingo didn’t need to ask Jollo of whom he was speaking. There was only one “she” in the boys’ universe. And all Jollo wanted right now was the comfort of her presence.

      “Mama . . .” said Jollo. “Find her, Covenantis.”

      “She’s coming, little brother.”

      “Hurry her up. Please?”

      “I can’t hurry her when she has such important work, brother.”

      “I’m almost dead,” Jollo said. “I want to see her one last time . . .”

      “Hush, Jollo. No more talk of death.”

      “Easy to say when it’s not your life that’s . . . fading away.” His face became a tragic mask. “I want my mama.”

      “She’ll come as soon as she can,” Covenantis said, only this time much more quietly, his voice filled with sorrow as though he knew, however fast she came it would never be fast enough.

      “Don’t look up!” Mrs. Munn yelled over another round of shattering air. “Just be ready!”

      “What do you mean?”

      “You wanted the snake. Get ready to use it!”

      Candy felt stupid and angry and confused all at once. She’d never imagined letting Boa go would escalate into such chaos: the Princess nearly killing Mrs. Munn, her firstborn, and Candy, and now breaking through Mrs. Munn’s defenses, still no doubt wearing the Sepulcaphs. The mere thought of them was enough

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