Reckless (Mirrorworld 1)

"I have to admit it," he shrieked at Jacob. "I was sure you'd cheat me. But for this I'd even take you back into the Goyl fortress. Do you think it'll harm the tree if I dig it up?"

Fox also had a few flakes of gold in her fur. She stopped dead when she saw Will.

What do you say, Fox? Does he still smell like them?

Will picked up a small clump of gold that the Dwarf had brushed from his hair.

Valiant still hadn't noticed him. He noticed nothing.

"I'll have to take the risk!" he panted. "For all I know, you might just shake all the gold out of it if I leave it here. No, there's only one thing left to do."

He nearly fell over as he ran off again. Will just stood there, wiping the snow from the tiny nugget in his hand.

Take him away. Very far, so I can't find him.

Clara exchanged a worried look with Jacob.

"Come on, Will," she said. "Let's go home." She reached for his hand, but Will rubbed his arm as if he could once again feel the jade growing on his skin.

Take him away, Jacob.

"Clara's right, Will," he said, taking his brother's arm. "Come on." And Will followed him, although he turned his head once more, looking back as if he had lost something.

Fox followed them to the tower, but she stopped in front of the entrance.

"I'll be back soon," Jacob said to her as Clara and Will stroked her fur in farewell. "Make sure the Dwarf collects his gold before the ravens get here."

Magic gold attracted Gold-Ravens, and their cawing could drive you insane. Fox nodded, but she hesitated before she turned, and the concerned look she cast was for Clara, not Will. She still hadn't forgotten the Larks' Water. When would he forget? When they are gone, Jacob.

He climbed up the rope ladder first. On the floor of the tower room, between some acorn shells, lay a dead Heinzel. The Stilt had probably killed it. Jacob pushed the tiny body under a few leaves before helping Clara through the hatch.

The mirror caught them all in its glass, but it was Will who stood in front of it and gazed at himself as though he were seeing a stranger. Clara walked up beside him and took his hand. Jacob, however, retreated unit the dark glass could no longer find him. Will turned to him, a question in his eyes.

"You're not coming with us?"

Not everything was forgotten. Jacob could see it on Will's face. But he had his brother back, maybe more than ever.

"No." He shook his head. "I can't very well leave Fox, can I?"

Will looked at him. What did he see? A dark corridor? A saber in his hand?

"Do you know when you'll be coming back again?"

Jacob smiled.

Just go, Will.

Far away, so I can't find him.

But Will left Clara standing and went to him.

"Thank you, brother," he whispered, embracing him.

Then he turned, and stopped once more.

"Did you ever find him?" he asked.

Jacob thought he could again feel Hentzau's golden eyes finding his father's face in his.