“Any way we can sneak in?” Mack wondered aloud.
“I can’t see anything,” Stefan pointed out. “It’s like I’m standing in the air looking at a cloud.”
“Ah. Right. Well, it’s got high walls, a couple of giant towers, and a massive wooden gate.”
“Human pyramid?” Stefan said, and for a moment Mack wasn’t entirely sure it was stupid.
“The walls are too high,” Mack said regretfully. “We need him to open the door. We need a diversion. We need him to come out after some of us while the rest sneak in and find the Key.”
Then, suddenly, without warning, came a sound so terrible Mack felt as if his blood had frozen solid in his veins.
Bleeeeeaaaat-skurrrreeeeeeeeee-waaahhhhhh!
“Oh my God, what is that?” Xiao cried. She had come running. “It sounds as if a goat is being tortured!”
“It sounds like all the pain in existence since the dawn of time!” Jarrah said.
“It sounds like the cry of a newborn demon ready to destroy all peace and love!” Dietmar said. “But I believe it is merely a bagpipe.”
“Oh, yeah,” Mack said. “A bagpipe. I was going to guess that.”
“So, who is going to be the diversion?” Jarrah asked after Mack described his plan, which wasn’t really much of a plan.
“You know …,” Mack said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Something just occurred to me: maybe the door isn’t locked. I mean, it’s not like he gets many visitors up here. Why would he lock a door no one has come to in a thousand years?”
So they crept forward in single file with Mack in the lead. The bagpipe did not play again. There was a deep silence everywhere and the stars were beginning to blink on in the dark blue sky overhead.
The door was about ten feet tall, maybe eight feet wide, and made of wood that looked like it could be two feet thick. It was the kind of door Mack wished he had on his room. Maybe without the skulls grinning down. That was a little too much.
There wasn’t a handle, really, or a knocker or a bell. So Mack simply pushed on the wood where a handle might have been.
Instantly the bagpipe screeched, and this time that horrifying sound was joined by a chorus of shrill, high-pitched voices. It sounded like a church choir of toddlers cranked up on soda and Smarties trying to sing along with a howling devil.
“Interesting doorbell, eh?” Jarrah said. She was acting tough, but the noise had scared them all. All except Stefan, who yelled, “Hey, shut up!”
The chorus was instantly silenced. The door moved on its own, slowly widening the gap.
Mack was pretty sure duty required him to be the first one through, but fortunately Stefan pushed ahead. Stefan wasn’t good at fear. He just didn’t seem to get it. Even when he couldn’t see anything but the night sky.
Mack was right behind him, shoulder to shoulder with Jarrah, with Dietmar and Xiao following closely. They formed a little knot of scared kids.
The door slammed behind them.
They found themselves in a dark courtyard. Only the faint starlight revealed tall, crenellated walls and arches, with hard-on-the-feet cobblestones underfoot.
“Hey! I can see it now,” Stefan said. The spell of invisibility only worked on the exterior of the castle, like a coat of camouflage.
“Um …,” Mack said.
Before he could finish his thought (and we’ll never know what it was), a torch burst into wild orange flame. It was about eye level on the wall to their right.
Then a second torch. Another. Another.
A line of torches moved from right to left, turned the corner to cross the facing wall, then came around to trace the left wall.
The torches whipped frantically as though they were in a strong wind, but it was perfectly still in the courtyard.
In the flickering orange glow they could see quite clearly. Yes, there were tall walls all around. And gloomy arches outlined in gleaming white skulls. Mack noticed—because Mack noticed things—that not all of the skulls were human. There were some that were too small to be human. There were others too large, far too large, and with teeth where teeth had no business being.