The Time Paradox (Artemis Fowl 6)

“That’s our last option. I don’t want our little friend breaking his neck on the way down. First we try gentle persuasion.”

From his pocket, Artemis tugged a small ziplock bag containing an amber gel flecked with black and green.

“My own concoction,” he explained. “The sifakas are from the Indriidae family of primates, which, as you know, is a strictly vegetarian family.”

“Who wouldn’t know that?” wondered Butler, who had not exactly put away his pistol.

Artemis unzipped the bag, releasing a sweet thick aroma that wound its way upward, toward the lemur.

“Sap concentrate, with a potpourri of African vegetation. No lemur could resist this. But if this particular primate’s brain is stronger than his stomach, fire away. One shot, if you please, and avoid the head. The needle alone would probably be enough to crack that tiny skull.”

Butler would have snorted, but the lemur was moving. It crawled along the branch, dipping its pointed nose to catch the odor, touching the smell with a darting pink tongue.

“Hmm,” said the bodyguard. “That concoction won’t work on humans, I suppose.”

“Ask me again in six months,” said Artemis. “I am doing some pheromone experiments.”

The lemur scampered forward now, hypnotized by the glorious aroma. When the branch ran out, it dropped to the ground and hopped forward on two legs, fingers outstretched toward the bag.

Artemis grinned. “This game is over.”

“Maybe not,” said Butler. In the cage beside them, the long-haired boy was on his feet, and the female was making a very strange noise.

The corona of magic around fourteen-year-old Artemis and Holly faded, and along with it went the dreamlike trance insulating Artemis’s mind.

He was instantly alert. Holly had kissed him. Artemis backpedaled, jumping to his feet and spreading his arms wide to counteract the sudden dizziness.

“Eh, thanks,” he said awkwardly. “That was unexpected.”

Holly smiled, feeling a little embarrassed “Artemis. You’re okay. Any more healings and you’ll be nothing but scar tissue held together by magic thread.”

Artemis thought that it would be nice to stay here and talk like this, but one cage over his future was escaping with his past.

He understood immediately what had happened. Mulch’s nose had led them to the right place, but the cages were built like interlocking blocks, and so the lemur had been above them, but also in the next cage. He should have remembered that, if he had been here before. But Artemis had no memory of visiting the central compound. As far as he was aware, the park director had brought the lemur into a special viewing room. This was confusing.

“Very well,” he said. “I see where we are . . .”

He was thinking aloud, steadying his mind, trying to forget the kiss for now. Think about it later.

Artemis rubbed the red sparks from his eyes, then turned as quickly as the post-healing vertigo would allow. There he was, his younger self, enticing the silky sifaka lemur with a bag of amber paste.

Sap, I bet. Perhaps with a few twigs and leaves. Wasn’t I a clever boy.

An immediate solution was needed. A fluid quick-fire plan. Artemis rubbed his eye sockets as if that could sharpen his mind.

“Mulch, can you tunnel?”

The dwarf opened his mouth to answer, but threw up instead.

“I dunno,” he said finally. “My head’s a bit flippy floppy. Stomach too. That bash really shook me.” His belly made a sound like an outboard motor. “’Scuse me. I think I gotta ...”

He did indeed gotta. Mulch crawled into a fern patch and let fly with the remainder of his stomach contents. Several leaves wilted on the spot.

No use, thought Artemis. I need a miracle, or that lemur is gone and dead.

He grabbed Holly’s shoulders. “Do you have any magic left?”

“A little, Artemis. A few sparks, maybe.”

“Can you talk to the animals?”

Holly twisted her chin to the left until her neck bone clicked, checking the tank.

“I could do that, anything except trolls. They don’t fall for that trick.”

Artemis nodded, muttering to himself. Thinking.

“Okay. Okay. I want you to scare that lemur away from me. The younger me. And I need confusion. Can you do that?”

“I can try.”

Holly closed her eyes, breathed deeply through her nose, filling her lungs, then threw her head back, and howled. It was a fantastic noise. Lions, apes, wolves, and eagles. They were all in there. The howl was punctuated by the staccato chatter of monkeys and the hiss of a thousand snakes.

Artemis the elder stepped back, instinctively terrified. Some primal part of his brain interpreted this message as fear and pain. His skin crawled and he had to fight his every instinct not to run and hide.

Artemis the younger reached down to the lemur, dangling the ziplock bag in front of its twitching nose. The lemur laid the pads of its fingers on Artemis’s wrist.

I have him, thought the Irish boy. The money for the expedition is mine.

Then a wall of unholy sound blasted him like a force-ten wind. Young Artemis staggered back, dropping the bag of paste, suddenly irrationally terrified.

Something wants to kill me. But what? Every animal in the world, it sounds like.

The park’s residents were thoroughly spooked too. They screeched and chattered, rattling their cages, hurling themselves against the bars. Monkeys tried repeatedly to leap across the moats surrounding their islands. A thousand-pound Sumatran rhino charged the heavy doors of its cage, rattling the hinges with each attack. A red wolf snarled and snapped, an Iberian lynx hissed, slashing the air, and a snow leopard chased its tail, flicking its head and mewling anxiously.

Butler could not help but shift his focus.

“It’s the female creature,” he stated. “Making some kind of sound. It’s riling these animals up. I’m a bit disturbed myself.”

Artemis did not take his gaze from the lemur. “You know what to do,” he said to his bodyguard.

Butler knew. If there is an obstacle preventing the completion of a mission, remove the obstacle. He strode quickly to the bars, poked the pistol’s muzzle through the mesh, and put a dart into the female’s shoulder.

She stumbled backward, her fantastic orchestra of animal sounds squawking to a halt.

Butler felt a shudder of guilt, which almost caused him to misstep on his way to Artemis’s side. Twice now he had tranq’ed this girl, or whatever she was, without having any idea what the chemicals were doing to her nonhuman system. His only consolation was that he had loaded small dosage darts as soon as he had secured the night watchman. She shouldn’t be out too long. A few minutes tops.

The lemur was spooked now, tiny hands tickling the space before him. The sap cocktail was tempting, but there was danger here of the worst kind, and the urge to live was overriding the desire for a tasty treat.

“No,” said Artemis, seeing fear cloud the creature’s eyes.“It’s not real. There is no danger.”

The little simian was not convinced, as if it could read the boy’s intention in the sharp angles of his face.

The silky sifaka squeaked once as though pinpricked, then scampered along Artemis’s arm, over his shoulder, and out the cage door.

Butler lunged for the tail but missed by a hair. He closed his fingers into a fist.

“Perhaps it’s time to admit defeat on this one. We are dangerously unprepared, and our adversaries have . . . abilities we know nothing about.”

His charge’s reply was to hurry after the lemur.

“Artemis, wait,” sighed Butler. “If we must proceed, then I will take the lead.”

“They want the lemur,” Artemis panted as he ran. “And so it becomes more valuable than it was. When we catch the animal, then we are in a position of power.”

Catching the animal was easier said than done. The lemur was incredibly agile and found purchase on the smoo

thest of surfaces. It darted without a wobble along a metal railing, leaping fully ten feet to the lower branches of a potted palm, and from there jumped to the compound wall.

“Shoot!” hissed Artemis.

It occurred to Butler briefly that he did not care for Artemis’s expression. Almost cruel, his brow creased where a ten-year-old’s brow should not have creases. But he would worry about that later, for now he had an animal to sedate.

Butler was quick, but the silky sifaka was quicker. In a flash of fur it scaled the wall and dropped outside into the night, leaving a blurred white jet stream in its wake.

“Wow,” said Butler, almost in admiration. “That was fast.”

Artemis was not impressed by his bodyguard’s choice of words. “Wow? I think this merits more than a wow. Our quarry has escaped, and with it the funds for my Arctic expedition.”

At this point Butler was fast losing interest in the lemur. There were other less ignoble ways to raise funds. He shuddered to think of the ribbing he would have to endure if an account of this night somehow made it to Farmer’s Bar in LA, which was owned by one ex-blue-diamond bodyguard and frequented by many more.