Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Nine - My Bunny Sense Is Tingling

Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Nine - My Bunny Sense Is Tingling

Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Nine - My Bunny Sense Is Tingling

Tracking down the strange musician wasnt as easy as I expected it to be. It wasnt like we were outside where he might have left footprints on the ground or anything. This was a nicely appointed building, and while there might have been a scuff or two on the carpet that would give someone with a tracking skill enough to go on, I wasnt that person.

Dang, I said.

He cant have gone too far, Awen said. She looked up and down the corridor.

It seemed unlikely that hed backtrack, so I ruled that out. It wasnt impossible, but it was less likely, I thought. That left... every other direction, which was a lot of directions.

He could have gone into the main hall, but that would mean bumping into politicians and diplomats and important people. That felt unlikely; he would stick out like a sore thumb. So, that left the back rooms behind the stage, and maybe the basement.

The stage was a more obvious choice. If the maybe-mysterious musician was just an ordinary-unmysterious musician, then it made sense that hed head for the stage where all the other musicians were currently playing for the crowd. maybe he was part of another act?

Come on, I said. Well look backstage and then if hes not there, we can start looking elsewhere.

Awen nodded as she stepped up next to me, skirts swirling around in a pretty way. Broccoli?

Yeah?

Are you sure that the person you saw was weird? It could just be someone that works here, she said.

I considered it. You might be right, I said. Youre probably right, even.

Then why are we chasing after them?

Because... I dont know, I said. I know I saw them before. Its like a word on the tip of my tongue, but a persons face instead. Uh, not a face on the tip of my tongue, thatd be weird.

Awen giggled. Lets not start licking people, please. I think the sylph think were strange enough without us doing anything like that.

I nodded. I promise I wont lick anyone.

Good, Awen said. Now, where did you see them last?

Uh, I dont know. I think thats part of not remembering.

Was it in Goldenalden? Awen asked.

I frowned. No, I dont think so. Before that, maybe?

We didnt see that many sylph before arriving in Sylphfree. You did head out at that one town, uh, the one near the coast.

Granite Springs. Yeah, maybe I saw him there? That didnt sound quite right. It was really starting to bother me. How could I forget a potential friend Id met? It was just wrong. I had to set aside my mental search for a moment as Awen and I arrived behind the stage. There was an open doorway, the other side of which wasnt nearly as well decorated, and the corridor there had racks and heaps of ropes and the sorts of things I guess were normal to find behind a stage.

If I was Rainnewt and I was up to no good, where would I go?

I didnt know that it was Rainnewt, of course. I only suspected it, a lot. So much that my tail felt twitchier than usual.

There were also two guards at the doors, both of them looking mighty serious. Hello maam, can we assist you?

Yes! I said. In two ways. First, did you see a musician come pass here? A sylph, about this tall. I brought my hand to around the sylphs height. Dark hair. Like brownish-black. I guess about your age? Um, was wearing the same uniform as the people in the orchestra.

Are they a friend of yours? the guard asked. Did they accost you?

Huh? They might be a friend? They didn't accost me or anything and I'm not sure I've ever seen them before, I said. But Im looking for them now.

The guards glanced at each other. Why?

Well, he was a bit suspicious, maybe. Did you see him?

We didnt see anyone of the sort, no, the guard said. The orchestra all came in from the back.

He went this way, Awen said. She knelt next to some of the tracks, then looked up in the direction they flowed in. This really is getting suspicious, she whispered.

The ceiling was low enough that the little floof hairs on the tips of my ears brushed against it. It made me want to hunch down subconsciously. Why is the basement here so big? I whispered.

I think they might have used it as a shelter or something, Awen whispered back.

We started to follow the path our mysterious friend left in the dust. It led around some boxes that looked like they were filled with big cloth banners. I heard a faint ticking sound. It wasnt just one, there were a few that were echoing across the room, but I figured it was just water dropping, or maybe some old abandoned clock ticking away.

I really hoped it was someone collection of antique clocks.

As we came around the boxes, the sound grew much louder.

Oh no, Awen said.

A case was left on the ground, the same case that our musician friend had been carrying earlier. It was pressed up against one of the pillars. The case was open, revealing an intricate little machine made of brass and steel. It was like a clock, but next to it was a big barrel that filled most of the case.

Ive played a lot of musical instruments, Awen said. And Ive seen more. But thats a new one.

That looks a bit like a bomb, I said.

It does look like that, yeah, Awen said.

We both glanced around, but there were no signs of the musician, just a few tracks leading off deeper into the darkness.

Awens light dimmed. We might want to be a little less obvious, she whispered as she moved over to the probably-a-bomb. She knelt next to it, then carefully leaned over the clock-like device on the side.

What is it? I asked.

A timer. See, theres a mainspring there, and those gears are turning with its push... and look at that part there, and there. They look like primer rods. See, theyre under tension, and I bet those little plates there are strikers.

So, definitely a bomb, I said.

Probably, Awen said. Its pretty complicated, but it looks like its set up to be a big timer that goes off at a specific time.

Do you know when? I asked.

She looked at the mechanism again. Maybe two hours? It doesnt exactly have a clockface, so Im guessing.

Huh... well, I think we should probably tell the guards, I said.

That sounds reasonable, Awen said. I can disarm this too. Its got two anti-tampering things, but thats all I see.

There could be more.

I can be careful, Awen said. Even if we get the guards, and they believe us, it might take a while to disarm this.

I licked my lips while looking around some more. Awen, what are the chances that this is the only one?

Awen glanced up at me, then stared at the other pillars. Low. Just one of these pillars breaking might shake the building up a bit, but I dont think itll bring the whole palace down.

So youd need more than one? I asked.

She scanned the area. If it were me, Id blow up as many of these pillars as I could. All at the same time. Im not sure whats in that box, but it might not be enough to destroy the pillar, so youd want enough of them going off at once to make sure you took out at least a few of them. Plus the explosion might be contained in the room. It looks pretty solid in here.

Right, I said. I didnt quite know enough about explosions to follow, but I was clever enough to remember that more bombs made for more boom. Oh.

What? Awen asked.

I shivered. I remember where I saw him before, I said. In Fort Sylphrot. The ball. The explosion there. We saw a harpy running away, then he transformed into a sylph. I spun as I heard a scuff, a shoe scraping on stone. Its Rainnewt.

Rainnewt clapped slowly, the sound echoing out into the empty space. His face was set in a sardonic grin. You are one persistent bun, you know that?

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