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  ‘Ah!’ the crowd sighed in unison and some of the onlookers clapped.

  The second equen landed more delicately. Tab could see the glance between the two equens. She didn't need to meld with them to know what they were thinking. The first laid its ears to the side, almost frowning and the second wrinkled its nose as though it was laughing.

  Still Tab couldn't resist the temptation to try, so she probed gently. The fuzz in her head spiked for a moment and the two equens both turned their heads in Tab's direction. Were they looking at her? Looking for her? Or were they just reacting to the noise of the crowd around her?

  Each equen was wearing some sort of harness around its head and the first sky-trader uncoiled a long leather lead from around his waist, fastening it to the halters. Unhitching them, he led them towards the City Gate. The other sky-trader stayed behind, dismantling the gliders and stacking them in pieces against the wall just outside the gate.

  As the equens got closer Tab had a better view. They were a creamy, sandy colour, like a buckskin Quentaran pony. But they were different from Quentaran horses; they had long, horn-like spurs protruding from their fetlocks. There was a bald patch running along the back of their legs which Tab first thought was wear from a carriage harness, but then she saw markings like scribbled script running down the muscle – not a brand, but pigments in the skin, like a birthmark, even and matching on both sides. A tattoo, she thought.

  This time the two equens turned their heads sharply in her direction.

  >>>Tattoo

  They tossed their heads and fretted, straining against their leads.

  ‘Get on with you!’ their handler barked. At the City Gate the handler met the palace ostler. He took one of the leads and escorted the sky-trader through the streets to the palace livery.

  Tab followed them for a while catching snippets of conversation. The handler said the equens’ names were Talisman and Trinket. They were male drones. The ostler had just asked what they ate when Tab felt a tug on her sleeve.

  ‘’Scuse me,’ said a little girl. ‘Chief Navigator Stelka sent me to fetch you.’

  Oh no! Tab thought. She had been to the Square of Dreams where the morning's games had started, but then she saw people flocking towards the wall overlooking the Barrenlands and wandered along to see what all the fuss was about. She should have been back ages ago.

  ‘You're to meet her at the harbour,’ the little girl added.

  Tab broke into a jog. Further along the lane she pushed through a crowd that had gathered around Tibbid, who was demonstrating a ball and cup game. The sky-traders looked on, unimpressed. Tab guessed they had probably seen it all before, but she admired Tibbid for trying.

  As she passed the vast building that housed the Navigators’ Guild she happened to look up. There in the window she saw a pale face, like a little ghost of a boy. Torby! She stopped in her tracks, waving both arms over her head, grinning.

  Her friend placed his palm against the glass. All of a sudden Tab felt a warm breeze circle around her, lifting her hair off her face. She threw her arms around her own torso, as though she was trying to hug the wind. She thought she saw a smile on Torby's face, and then the curtain dropped and he was gone. Tab waited for a moment, but the curtain stayed firmly closed.

  Soon she was at the harbour where Stelka stood with a group from the Navigators’ Guild. Not far away Florian, Fontagu and Vindon were aboard another sky-trader's vessel, heading out of the harbour.

  Fontagu gave her a majestic wave. Tab narrowed her eyes. He was up to something.

  Stelka pulled Tab aside. She looked around, waiting for a moment when their sky-trader attendant was distracted. ‘I'd like you to join us for this trip, Tab.’

  ‘Lord Verris said I'm supposed to …’

  ‘You are a member of my guild, are you not?’ the Chief Navigator asked.

  Tab hung her head. ‘Yes, ma'am.’

  Stelka looked around again. ‘There is something odd about this whole business,’ she whispered. ‘I want you to slip into the city and report back to me on what you see. I would like you to use all your senses.’

  Tab opened her mouth, ready to explain to the Chief Navigator that she couldn't use her special mind-melding ability right now, but she remembered how difficult it had been to convince Stelka that she had the ability in the first place. Besides, the Chief Navigator was already sweeping towards the small craft. Tab slipped into the sky-trader's vessel behind the other magicians and they were away, drifting over the expanse between the two cities.

  The clouds beneath them resembled fields of fresh snow. They looked solid, as though you could bounce on them and they would be soft, like a princess's bed, but when they passed through one it was just ordinary, everyday fog.

  Seeing the clouds reminded her of the dream from the night before. The boy on the rope was the same colour as the equens she had seen. She tried to recall more about the dream, but the closer they got to the city the louder the fuzz inside her head grew. It was grating, as though someone was rubbing sandpaper inside her brain, but she tried to stay still and not draw attention to herself, so the sky-traders wouldn't notice when she slipped away.

  The sunlight passing through the burgundy sails above cast an eerie pinkish glow over the streets. Rather than blocks of stone or bricks, the buildings seemed to be made from sheets of a much smoother material. Some of the buildings were dome-shaped and others pyramids. Tab peered through the childsized doorways and saw sky-traders at work – making objects, resting, cooking. She only saw a few skytraders out and about.

  Above the narrow laneways were footbridges, so low that Stelka and her navigators had to crouch to get beneath them. Tab stayed at the back of the group and at one of the footbridges there was a side alley. She ducked behind a post, pretending to be curious about one of the buildings in case she was spotted. She waited until she heard Stelka's voice fade away in the distance.

  It was easy to know which way to go. Tab followed the buzzing in her head as it changed pitch. At the end of the alley she turned right, then left, then right again. She saw two sky-traders heading her way and ducked into one of the dome-shaped buildings. It was stacked high with bolts of fabric – an easy place to hide.

  After the sky-traders passed she followed a few more alleys until she found an odd contraption at the base of a mast that she had never seen before. After experimenting with it for a while she could see that it ran on a counterweight system, similar to the one that operated the portcullis on Quentaris's City Gate. The small platform would carry you up the mizzenmast, past the next level of lanes, and on up to the crossjack.

  She pushed the lever and headed up to the next storey. Here the buzzing in her head was much louder, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the pain as the platform rose up. She stepped out and followed the ache over the footbridge. She stumbled along until she reached a door. Tab pressed her hand against the door, and the ache in her head thrummed.

  Stepping back she looked up at the pyramid-shaped building. There was an opening about halfway up. If she climbed up there she would be able to see inside. She would have to be quick. Although there weren't many sky-traders in the streets, there were others in the rigging and it was only a matter of time before one of them looked down and saw her spying. Tab shimmied up as quietly as she could. She gripped the edge of the window, feeling all the muscles in her shoulders straining.

  Inside three sky-trader magicians sat cross-legged on the floor. Between them was a metal tray full of coloured sand. One drew symbols in the sand with her fingers, while the others chanted incantations.

  Tab felt her hand slip. Her other hand shook with the strain of holding her whole weight. Her foot thumped against the side of the building as she struggled to hang on. One of the magicians looked around, her concentration broken.

  Tab gasped. All at once her head was filled with a sound, but it wasn't sound exactly. She let go and slid down the side of the pyramid, arms flailing. At the bottom she somersaulted twice
and thumped against the base of the building opposite. Dizzy and disoriented, she crawled into a narrow space behind a nearby footbridge pylon.

  One of the magicians came to the doorway, looking up and down the street.

  Tab curled up into a tight ball, covering her ears with her hands. Sorrow flooded through her. It was as though the emotion was a solid thing pressing against her, and making it hard to breathe.

  It reminded Tab of a feeling she had a long time ago when she had a toothache that throbbed and reverberated through her head. It gave her a fever. She had been delirious and in such pain that she hadn't been able to think of anything else. She had thought it would never end. Tab would have cut off her own head if she had thought it would have made the pain stop.

  Then the magician disappeared. Soon Tab could hear the murmur of their chant begin again and the sensation went away, replaced again by the buzzing, rubbing sandpaper feeling.

  Tab realised it was the sky-trader magicians who were blocking her ability, and no wonder, after what she had felt. She was about to slide out of her hideyhole when she heard muffled voices approaching.

  ‘… don't seem to have any uniform discipline programs for their children, schools or military training,’ a voice was saying. ‘The guilds are divided. They will be easy to subdue. The damnable thing is that they were telling the truth about their resources. Quentaris has nothing of value to us.’

  ‘It will be best to offload as many of the gems as we can and move on. The Loraskians are hard on our heels,’ another voice added. They sounded familiar to Tab.

  ‘I agree,’ said the first. ‘The Loraskians should be happy to find their useless gems here. They won't follow us once they find them in Quentaris. It will be a relief to have them off our tail.’

  Tab risked a peek. It was Captain Kel, only now he didn't look so friendly.

  ‘It's much better to offload them in the city than on the world below. The distraction should give us time to skip through two vortexes at least.’

  ‘Oh, there is one thing of interest. Quentaris has a dragon,’ said the other sky-trader, who Tab couldn't see.

  ‘Is that so?’ replied Kel. He grunted. ‘Dragons aren't the easiest things in the worlds to move. Have you seen it yourself ?’

  ‘Not yet, but it is a female.’

  ‘You should check that situation …’ Then the voices trailed away.

  Melprin! Tab thought. She hadn't seen her dragon friend for a long time. Last she had checked Melprin was hibernating in one of the towers. How did the sky-traders find out about her?

  As soon as it was safe Tab rushed along the alleyways heading back the way she had come.

  Stelka's instinct was right – and Verris's too. If only she could get the council to listen to her and work together. She thought about the streets of Quentaris thick with sky-traders. And those stupid mood stones. They were everywhere! Tab reached into her pocket, feeling her own mood stone nestled there. Now some angry Loraskians were coming to collect them. Who knew how dangerous they were? Tab had to hurry. There was so much to do. It may be too late already!

  Melprin's Tower

  Drass Nibhelline thumped the table. ‘We've only just started negotiations! And it's not just this business – who knows who these people know? We could be shunned from world after world, and where will that leave us? Is this child going to fix it when we're all starving?’

  ‘Are you’? Storm challenged.

  Florian said, ‘Drass is right. First we listened to this girl because she could supposedly talk to animals, and now we're listening to her because she can't. Verris, you set too much store in this …’ He waved his arm Tab's way. ‘Rift child! What if she's wrong?’

  Verris ignored Florian, directing his comment to Drass. ‘You set too much upon the weight of your purse. What if she's right?’

  Tab shifted in her chair, wondering if she had made a mistake telling the council about the conversation she had overheard. Maybe she should have tried to sort it out just with her friends. She'd told the council members about the threat, but she had managed to keep the part about Melprin private.

  Tab's instinct was that, with adequate warning, the dragon would be able to look after herself. Warning her was the first thing Tab would do once she got out of here, but it was taking forever! It would be dark by the time she left this chamber.

  Why was it that the council wanted to talk about things over and over? It seemed to Tab the more important they thought they were, the more talking they wanted to do. Couldn't they just get on with it?

  Drass snorted. ‘Has anyone else met anything other than charm and good humour from these sky-traders? Don't you think we should verify these allegations before we act on them?’

  ‘I have a bad feeling about them. Aside from what Tab has told us, it's nothing I can quantify,’ Stelka confessed.

  ‘Mere snobbery!’ Florian sneered.

  Stelka's eyes burned. ‘You're a fine one. He who can't help telling all and sundry about the colour of his blood.’

  Florian lifted his chin defiantly, but he didn't answer back. For a moment the chamber was silent, aside from the crackling of the timber in the grand fireplace that did little to warm the room.

  ‘Watch yourself, Florian,’ Verris said with a glint in his eye. ‘You might find yourself smote, and you've not proved yourself worthy of sparing, apart from the colour of your blood, of course.’

  Many members of the council chuckled behind their hands.

  ‘Let's all just calm down,’ Storm said. ‘It seems to me the only problem we have is these.’ She rolled a mood stone across the table. ‘We have no further obligations to the sky-traders. We taught them sports, as agreed. I say we pack up our toys and say goodbye. We dump these stones on the first world we find, and carry on. Tab said that we don't have anything that they want. They should have no problem with us leaving. Isn't that right, Tab?’

  Tab bit her lip and nodded. ‘May I be excused?’ she asked in a small voice.

  ‘No!’ Florian snapped.

  ‘We don't need to dump the gems, surely!’ Drass protested. ‘These Loraskians might be pipsqueaks! Why are we listening to this girl?’

  Tab sighed. Here we go. Back to the beginning again!

  Verris took pity on her. ‘You can go. Rest. Have something to eat, but don't go far. We'll call for you if you're needed.’

  Tab smiled gratefully as she slipped out of her chair. She was tired, and she would get something to eat just as soon as she had seen Melprin.

  She ran across the square. There were still skytraders sitting in the street stalls playing joy tiles and sharing a drink and a meal with Quentarans who were oblivious to the danger they were in.

  Tab dashed down the alleyways skidding around corners, ducking past carts and crates as shopkeepers stacked away their wares or craftspeople took new inventory.

  She reached the tower. Round and round she climbed. Every dozen steps there was a narrow opening in the wall that looked out between the rigging over the city. Through one of these openings Tab saw a group of roofies sitting cross-legged. A slender man had a lute and was singing a sweet tune, while the others swayed in time.

  Up and up she climbed. Her legs were heavy and her lungs started to burn. She pushed off the stone wall. Not far to go now.

  When Tab reached the door at the top she rested, hands on knees, catching her breath. She put her hand on the doorhandle. Suddenly she felt Melprin's mind-speak, metallic and crackling, and somehow hot, like a knife blade inside her head.

  >>>Wait! The situation is somewhat delicate here

  Tab held her hands to her temples, suppressing a yelp.

  >>>I'm coming around to the window

  She slipped out through the opening onto the narrow shelf on the outside of the building, tucking her fingers into the cracks between the stones and clinging on strongly. She took a deep breath, held it and then dared to look out at the nightscape of Quentaris spread out before her. She could see the lights within the m
asts, making them glow like festival lanterns. Huge lamps swung around from the crow's nests, lighting the sails that whipped and snapped in the night air like great flags. It would have been quite beautiful if it wasn't so scary.

  There is a whole spider web of cordage between me and the ground, she told herself. She would be able to grab a hold of something before she hit that hard, cold surface. Her head spun, but that might have been from the shock of hearing Melprin's voice so loudly in her mind after such a long period of humming noise.

  Tab shuffled slowly around the tiny ledge, gripping with her fingers and curling her toes inside her boots. Finally her fingers found a deeper crevice, and Tab peeked inside the opening.

  Stacked around the room were boxes, crates and hessian sacks. Melprin stood against the far wall, back arched and tail lashing, her eyes burning with rage.

  Standing with her back to Tab was the sky-trader Chak – Kel's second in command. She held an oval object, slightly larger than a hooey ball, over her head.

  It's an egg, Tab thought. Melprin's egg. That's why she has been so quiet up here!

  Melprin's tail whipped again, hitting the floor with such force it cracked the flagstone.

  ‘Temper, temper,’ the sky-trader taunted, holding the egg closer to the window.

  Tab could see what was happening. The sky-trader would either take the egg or throw it out the window. Whichever way, Melprin would lose it. But the minute the sky-trader headed for the door Melprin would be on her, so she couldn't afford to risk running.

  How long had this stand-off been going on? Tab wondered.

  Melprin let out a metallic, grating growl that sounded like a barrel full of broken glass turning over.

  >>>Hours

  Tab could reach the egg – snatch it out of the skytrader's grasp. She shuffled further into the narrow window, stretched forward. She almost had it, just a hand-span more. Her shadow danced on the wall.