CHAPTER
5
THE WHOLE CAVERN SHOOK. Little rivulets of pebbles clattered down on us.
Mal was beside me in an instant. He yanked me away from the falling rock as Zoya bracketed my other side.
“Lights out!” Mal shouted. “Packs off.”
We shoved our packs against the walls as a kind of buttress, then doused the lanterns in case the sparks set off another explosion.
Boom. Above us? North of us? It was hard to tell.
Long seconds passed. Boom. This one was closer, louder. Rocks and soil rained down on our bent heads.
“He found us,” moaned Sergei, his voice ragged with fear.
“He couldn’t have,” Zoya protested. “Even the Apparat didn’t know where we were headed.”
Mal shifted slightly. I heard the smatter of pebbles. “It’s a random attack,” he said.
Genya’s voice trembled when she whispered, “That cat is bad luck.”
Boom. Loud enough to rattle my jaw.
“Metan yez,” said David. Marsh gas.
I smelled it a second later, peaty and foul. If there were Inferni above us, a spark would follow and blow us all to bits. Someone started crying.
“Squallers,” commanded Mal, “send it east.” How could he sound so calm?
I felt Zoya move, then the rush of air as she and the others drove the gas away from us.
Boom. It was hard to breathe. The space seemed too small.
“Oh, Saints,” Sergei quavered.
“I see flame!” Tolya shouted.
“Send it east,” repeated Mal, voice steady. The whoosh of Squaller wind followed. Mal’s body was braced next to mine. My hand snaked out, seeking his. Our fingers twined together. I heard a small sob from my other side, and I reached for Zoya’s free hand, taking it in mine.
BOOM. This time the whole tunnel roared with the sound of falling rock. I heard people shouting in the dark. Dust filled my lungs.
When the noise stopped, Mal said, “No lanterns. Alina, we need light.” It was a struggle, but I found a thread of sunlight and let it blossom through the tunnel. We were all covered in dust, eyes wide and frightened. I did a quick tally: Mal, Genya, David, Zoya, Nadia, and Harshaw—Oncat tucked into his shirt.
“Tolya?” shouted Mal.
Nothing. Then, “We’re all right.”
Tolya’s voice came from behind the wall of fallen rock blocking the tunnel, but it was strong and clear. I pressed my head to my knees in relief.
“Where’s my brother?” yelled Nadia.
“He’s here with me and Tamar,” Tolya replied.
“Sergei and Stigg?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
Saints.
We waited for another boom, for the rest of the tunnel to come down on top of us. When nothing happened, we started scrabbling toward Tolya’s voice as he and Tamar dug from the other side. In a matter of moments, we saw their hands, then their dirty faces staring back at us. They scooted into our section of the tunnel. As soon as Adrik dropped his hands, the ceiling above where he and the twins had been standing collapsed in a billow of dust and rock. He was shaking badly.
“You held the cave?” Zoya asked.
Tolya nodded. “He made a bubble as soon as we heard that last boom.”
“Huh,” Zoya said to Adrik. “I’m impressed.”
At the elation that burst over his face, she groaned. “Never mind. I’m downgrading that to grudging approval.”
“Sergei?” I called. “Stigg?”
Silence, the shift of gravel.
“Let me try something,” said Zoya. She raised her hands. I heard a crackling in my ears, and the air seemed to grow damp. “Sergei?” she said. Her voice sounded weirdly distant.
Then I heard Sergei’s voice, weak and trembling, but clear, as if he were speaking right beside me. “Here,” he panted.
Zoya flexed her fingers, making adjustments, and called to Sergei again.
This time, when he replied, David said, “It sounds like it’s coming from below us.”
“Maybe not,” Zoya replied. “The acoustics can be misleading.”
Mal moved farther down the passage. “No, he’s right. The floor in their segment of the tunnel must have collapsed.”
It took us nearly two hours to find them and dig them out—Tolya hefting soil, Mal calling directions, the Squallers stabilizing the sides of the tunnel with air as I maintained a dim illumination, the others forming a line to move rocks and sand.
When we found Stigg and Sergei, they were covered in mud and nearly comatose.
“Lowered our pulses,” Sergei mumbled groggily. “Slow respiration. Use less air.”
Tolya and Tamar brought them back, raising their heart rates and flushing their lungs with oxygen.
“Didn’t think you’d come,” slurred a still-bleary Stigg.
“Why?” cried Genya, gently brushing the dirt from around his eyes.
“He wasn’t sure that you’d care,” said Harshaw from behind me.
There were mumbled protests and some guilty looks. I did think of Stigg and Harshaw as outsiders. And Sergei … well … Sergei had been lost for a while now. None of us had done a very good job of reaching out to them.
When Sergei and Stigg could walk, we headed back to the more intact part of the tunnel. One by one, the Squallers released their power, as we waited to see if the ceiling would hold so they could rest. We brushed the dust and grime off one another’s faces and clothes as best we could, then passed a flask of kvas around. Stigg clung to it like a baby with a bottle.
“Everyone okay?” Mal asked.
“Never better,” said Genya shakily.
David raised his hand. “I’ve been better.”
We all started laughing.
“What?” he said.
“How did you even do that?” Nadia asked Zoya. “That trick with the sound?”
“It’s just a way of creating an acoustical anomaly. We used to play with it back in school so we could eavesdrop on people in other rooms.”
Genya snorted. “Of course you did.”
“Could you show us how to do it?” asked Adrik.
“If I’m ever bored enough.”
“Squallers,” Mal said, “are you ready to move again?”
They all nodded. Their faces had the gleam that came with using Grisha power, but I knew they must already be approaching their limits. They’d been keeping tons of rock off us for half a mile, and they’d need more than a few minutes of rest to restore themselves.
“Then let’s get the hell out of here,” Mal said.
I lit the way, still wary of what surprises might be waiting for us. We moved cautiously, Squallers on alert, twisting through tunnels and passages until I had no sense of which way we’d gone. We were well off the map that David and Mal had created.
Every sound seemed magnified. Every fall of pebbles made us pause, frozen, waiting for the worst. I tried to think of anything but the weight of the soil above us. If the earth came down and the Squallers’ power failed, we would be crushed and no one would ever know, wildflowers pressed between the pages of a book and forgotten.
Eventually, I became aware that my legs were working harder and realized the grade of the floor had turned steep. I heard relieved sighs, a few quiet cheers, and less than an hour later, we found ourselves crowded into some kind of basement room, looking up at the bottom of a trapdoor.
The ground was wet here, pocked by little puddles—signs that we must be close to the river cities. By the light from my palms, I could see that the stone walls were cracked, but whether the damage was old or the result of the recent explosions, I couldn’t tell.
“How did you do it?” I asked Mal.
He shrugged. “Same as always. There’s game on the surface. I just treated it like a hunt.”
Tolya pulled David’s old watch from the pocket of his coat. I wasn’t sure when he’d acquired it. “If this thing is keeping time right, we’re well past sunset.”
“You have to wind it every day,” said David.
“I know that.”