Chapter 18

They argue for a long time, Lo'zar and his friend. I try not to look as concerned as I feel. What if this Graz fellow decides to turn us in? Where would we go if he doesn't help us?

But then, it seems like perhaps Lo'zar has gotten through to him. They're discussing something very important, and I wish desperately that I could understand them.

What's going on? I ask as the big orc sits down by the fire and examines one of glow worms.

I think he's going to help us. We'll get you on that boat, Rimi. I promise.

Right. The boat. That's why we're here, after all. Lo'zar risked everything to find me a way home.

I nod slowly. Okay. I trust you.

Then, suddenly, the orc sits back on his heels. He turns to Lo'zar, clutching the worm, and talks fast.

What's he saying? I ask.

Something about... Lo'zar trails off as Graz continues gesturing animatedly. About magic. What else do you know about it? he asks me. Are there other legends?

I try to drag up my memory of all the stories I read as a girl, the history my private tutors taught me.

In the old kingdom, I say, Lo'zar translating, people had magic.That was how the beast Riggamora grew so strong—by inhaling humans' magic, and that's also why we don't have it anymore. But maybe we found the remnants of it.

Lo'zar nods quickly and repeats the information to Graz. Then, as if struck by an idea, he suddenly starts gesturing and talking.

What is it? I ask, glancing between them.

Graz has a workshop. Lo'zar's says quickly, like he does when he's excited. I asked him to see what he can find out about the stuff inside those worms. Maybe turn it into something that could help us.

I'm flabbergasted. How?

He shakes his head. I don't know. But it worked once, didn't it? Maybe whatever it is, it can help us again. He looks happy and relieved by this. If anyone can figure out what it's capable of, it's Graz.

I find that I don't share his enthusiasm.

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