It didn’t take Edie long at all to find the barrier. It was closer than she had realized—but she should have known, she thought as she looked around. It was exactly where the slight shadow of the faerie territory had always started when she’d walked this way holding a clover. That had always startled her with its nearness, too.
Sunday, March 26
“So what now?” Corrie asked, looking at Edie and Dawn, as they stepped out of the front door of Mary Thomas. None of them had spoken since they had left Elrath’s room—not while they were still in the building. It was a strange building, and it gave Edie an uncomfortable feeling. But that might have just been Elrath.
“I guess we should go talk to Professor Strega,” Dawn said. “She must have some information, or she wouldn’t have tried to talk to him.”
Edie and Corrie hurried after Elrath, gesturing for Dawn to come with them. He wasn’t leaving them much choice, and whatever he wanted to talk about, Edie thought, it was better if they got it over with.
“His dorm?” Dawn whispered as they all followed Elrath down the stairs.
“Better than our room,” Corrie whispered back.
Dawn grimaced and shrugged, obviously accepting the logic though she didn’t like it.
“So what happened with Rico?” Edie asked. “Why aren’t you hanging out with him?”
They spent the rest of their leisurely breakfast jokingly tossing around ideas as to what Derwen could have been digging up or burying. At least, Edie didn’t take any of the ideas seriously, and she hoped no one else was, either. It was a fun way to pass the time and get their minds off other things.
Edie hurried through getting her breakfast, eager to hear what Roe’s vision had been, with the consequence that she actually ended up back at the table before Derwen made it. She knew Roe wouldn’t want to start telling them about the vision before its subject got there, so she drank her orange juice and started in on her toast.
“It seems like it took you a while to get a vision about Derwen,” Corrie said to Roe.
Saturday, March 25
Edie had taken to rising just a few minutes earlier in the morning—she’d set her alarm ten minutes earlier on most days, but she didn’t always get up quite when the alarm went off—to give herself a little bit of time outside. Instead of going directly to breakfast or class, she walked toward the woods, to get close to them and look at the state of the leaves and flowers.
Dawn and Edie walked immediately into the room Edie shared with Corrie, where she had been waiting for them. “Is it good news?” she asked when she saw them. Dawn wondered what kinds of expressions were on their faces. Corrie looked worried.
“Sort of,” Edie said, sitting on her bed.
“Some of it definitely is,” Dawn said. She shut and locked the door behind them, then took Edie’s desk chair. “She found Ailish, or at least her family.”
“She didn’t know if Ailish was actually there?” Corrie asked, looking back and forth between Edie and Dawn.
Dawn’s heart leapt. She quickly looked at Edie, grinning, but Edie was frowning. Dawn didn’t understand how she could possibly be unhappy until she spoke.
“What do you mean, you believe you found her?” Edie said. “Couldn’t you tell that it was her? Is—is she dead and you’ve found her grave?”
“No,” Professor Strega said. “The problem is only that I have not seen her in person.”
“What makes you think she’s there if you haven’t seen her? Did you even try to see her?”
Dawn and Edie walked toward the magic building together. Edie was so nervous that Dawn could practically feel her vibrating. Thankfully, after a first onrush of rhetorical questions, her nerves were exhibited by silence—which was a good thing for Dawn, who didn’t think her own nerves could stand the questions that had no answers.