procession. âThere he is!â
Sindri was skipping into the crowd hurrying to the castle.
âYou shouldâve held onto his hand, Bryndis,â Ingvar said.
âAnd you shouldnât have left the cellar in the first place,â his sister blazed back.
Tia knew they were angry because they were scared, but arguing wasnât going to do any good. âIâll go and get him,â she said.
âWeâll all go. Itâll give us a better chance of finding him,â Ingvar said firmly.
Leaving a safe gap between themselves and the end of the crowd, the three children followed until the waggon lumbered to a stop in front of the castle. They hid behind a cart and watched as the men driving the team of horses climbed into the waggon and cut the ropes keeping the statue from toppling over. The throng fell silent. It waited anxiously. Tia wondered what for.
Then a gasp rippled through the gathering. Skadi had appeared out of nowhere to stand in front of the waggon. She had her hand on the arm of a man whoâd appeared with her.
Tia gasped too, not just at the sight of her beautiful aunt with a streak of white zigzagging through her dark hair like a bolt of lightning, but also at the man.He was shorter than Skadi, and very strong-looking. And he resembled the portrait of Tiaâs father that she carried in her locket: his eyes were as dark, his hair as black and curly and he had the same curving nose.
The crowd began to cheer and call out, âLong live the Lady Skadi!â
The witch held up her hand and the gathering instantly stopped shouting. âMy people, as you can see, Master Zeno has completed his tribute to me.â She gestured at the statue and then at the man beside her. He bowed and helped Skadi onto the waggon. She put her hand on the statue.
âHe has brought this to me but cannot take it to the place where all can see and admire it.â She pointed to an alcove cut into the stone above the castle gates. Before Tia could even blink, the statue was inside the alcove with Skadi standing on the ledge next to it. In the time it took Tia to draw breath in amazement, the witch was back beside Zeno.
She smiled in the cruel way the statue did. âThe Master Sculptor will accompany me to dinner where he will be my guest of honour.â The witch laid her hand on Zenoâs arm again and they vanished.
The crowd let out a final gasp, this time of relief. Skadi wasnât coming back, at least for now. Littlegroups formed, chatting and laughing or talking solemnly, shaking their heads and pointing up at the statue.
Tia leaned against a cart. No wonder everyone in Iserborg was jumpy and tense! Although sheâd known Skadi used the sapphire to transport herself from place to place, she hadnât known the witch could carry people â and statues â with her. That was what people meant when they said Skadi âtookâ men for the quarries or women and children for servants. Tia wondered what had happened to her friendsâ mother. Where had Skadi âtakenâ her?
Bryndis elbowed Tia. âThereâs Sindri,â she whispered. The little boy was near the front of the crowd, gaping at the statue, entranced. âYou stay here,â Bryndis ordered. âWeâll get him.â She and Ingvar moved off.
âWhereâve you been?â a voice said close to Tiaâs ear. She nearly jumped out of her skin.
âLoki!â The jackdaw was perched on the cart. Tia quickly explained where and why she hid in the daytime and what sheâd discovered about Skadi and the sapphire. âIâm going to get into that room as soon as I can and steal it.â
She pulled a fat wad of paper out of her pocket.âIâve written it all down for you to take to Finn. Itâs quite a big message, Iâll need to tie it on.â
With a shake of his head, Loki held out a leg and Tia fastened the package on with twine sheâd found