into the same still pool protected from the main arteryâs rapids by a natural jetty of sandstone. Jett stepped aboard with a steadying hand from Brynn, and sat beside Johnny and Jimmy in the aft. He watched Tommy, Kat, and Kiri Lee get seated with Goldarrow and Grimwarden in the lead surfer.
âSentinel Brynn?â
âYes, Jimmy?â
âSittinâ by yurself, are yu?â
âI suppose so,â she replied. âWeâd best put one of you up here to balance theââ
âNo need,â said Mr. Wallace, stepping agilely into the craft and sitting beside Brynn.
âExcellent,â said Brynn. âVery good of you.â
âItâs the very least I could do,â he replied.
The cavesurfers lived up to their name, carving through the currents with ease. The watercrafts weaved between the massive columns of the main hall, circling under the chandelier and positioning the boats so that they could dart out into the central stream of the river. Grimwardenâs craft went first, followed by Brynn and the others. As the current whisked them out of the hall, each pilot lowered a torch to two different spots at the front of his or her craft. This ignited the cavesurferâs torchcells, pockets set like eyes in the front. The fire burned in the hollows of two crystal spheres that protected the flame from spray and intensified the light cast.
Each cavesurferâs captain maneuvered the craft around rocks, over small plateaus, and into side passages. The forks and splits in the path were many, and Grimwarden made numerous turns, all very controlled, very confident. In fact, the first twenty minutes of the ride were quite relaxing, the teens thought. Goldarrow and Grimwarden chatted in the aft with Kat beside them; more to the point, Goldarrow chatted . . . Grimwarden just nodded . . . a lot.
To Katâs growing aggravation, Kiri Lee fell asleep with her head on Tommyâs shoulder.
âHey,â said Tommy, looking at Kat. âWhatâs eating you?â
âWhat . . . why? Nothing.â
âYou look mad.â
âJust tired,â she said.
âOh,â he replied. For a few moments, the cavesurfer grew very quiet. Then Tommy asked, âHey, can you read someoneâs mind while sheâs sleeping?â
Kat crossed her arms. âWhy?â
âI was wondering what Kiri Leeâs dreaming about.â
There was an awkward silence before Kat answered. âYou donât want to know.â Katâs rigid posture made it clear that she did not welcome any further questions.
The currents picked up speed. Kat was staring straight ahead when she saw something shimmering in the distance. At first, she thought it was the torchlight dancing off yet another fork in the stream. But as the craft advanced, she realized that the hall itself was suddenly coming to an end. No hole. No little passage leading left or right. It was a solid wall. But the current kept moving.
âUm, Grimwarden?â
âYes, Kat?â The Guardmasterâs hand was steady on the tiller.
âUm . . . I think weâre in trouble.â
âWhat? Why?â His voice was still oddly unconcerned.
âUp ahead. Thereâs just a solid wall. And weâre headingââshe paused to look againââstraight for it!â
He turned his head and winked. âI suggest you hold on to something.â
âWhat?!â
âNow would be a good time.â
Kat screamed, Tommy yelled, and Kiri Lee woke up. Each one clutched the nearest edge or railing as the surfer surged forward. The wall loomed just a few feet ahead, and the sound of the rapids grew to a deafening roar. All at once the craft tilted forward and plummeted. Grimwarden saw the look of exhilaration in Goldarrowâs eyes and grinned. Tommy, Kat, and Kiri Lee held on as the craft plunged headlong down a tunnel, the ceiling not more than five feet above head level. Here the