“What I wouldn’t give to have Kel along right now,” I muttered under my breath as I clambered through the rubble in Leinth’s wake.
“What help would she be?” Leinth asked as she peered beneath the edge of a fallen slab of concrete.
“She can dowse for things,” I said with a weak smile, trying to hide the fact that my heart was breaking. My brother was in danger and I’d made the choice to stay out here and search for something that may or may not be out here, something I didn’t know how to find—I didn’t even know what to look for. I was already starting to question my choice.
Too late now.
“I see,” Leinth said. She glanced back at me, then toward Thom and Seamus, who had started in on the rubble themselves. “Well, I suppose that would be useful. A pity we left her behind.”
“Mm.” I might have said more, but Thom asked the question that was tugging at me.
“What would this vessel even look like? How are we going to know it when we find it?” He picked his way through the rubble to my left, closer to the ravine than I was. “Will it look like a bottle, a crystal, a shard of glass, what?”
“A jar or a bottle,” Seamus said. “Those are the most likely. It’s possible for it to be in any of those other things, but my instincts are screaming a jar or a bottle, the more sacred-looking, the better.”
I startled, stumbling a step and twisting toward him. “Sacred-looking? What the hell?”
He shook his head. “Context clues, Marin. Perhaps I have a few more pieces to the puzzle. Leinth?”
“No,” she said softly. “I agree with you. If there’s an urn anywhere about, that’s where she’ll have trapped him. Delicious irony in some ways.”
I didn’t ask. In the end, I was pretty sure that I just didn’t want to know.
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