You tricked me. Waves of frustration sounded with the Septork’s voice in their minds. That day I helped you escape from the Corporation. You knew.
“I knew,” Mathilda nodded. “And I didn’t really trick you. Everything that happened was supposed to happen. I just stacked the deck a little by knowing a few things ahead of time. If I had explained any of my plans to you then, you might not have helped me.”
“You expect a lot of help with your plans, Mathilda Gorightly,” Teloris, the eldest Faete spoke. “And we expect much from you in the future.”
“That very future is why we are working so hard together to ensure it comes to pass,” Mathilda reminded Teloris with a glint in her eye. “You of all the Faetes know that well.”
“Then waste not a minute of our precious blood’s time discussing trivialities with those you have raked into your schemes.” The Faete turned and walked away from the basin. She disappeared down the path leading back to the clearing.
“She’s right, I’m afraid,” Mathilda’s eyebrows bunched together in worry. “The ritual connecting these two worlds in time and space will not last very long. You’ll have to pay close attention and explain to Gilda when she arrives. Laveenstun, where are you hiding Henri? He has to be healed.”
“The Faetes do not have healing powers,” said Tara Belle.
She does, Laveenstun pointed a tentacle at Mathilda.
“She can’t use them across the barrier,” Tye answered.
“That is why we have an Endoftimer,” Mathilda grinned at Tadalunda. “I need you to create a small rift in the barrier.”
“Why don’t I just come get you, or I’ll create a rift big enough for you to pass through yourself,” Tada began tapping at the device on his wrist.
“No,” Mathilda’s eyes were a warning. “I came here deliberately, and here is where I have to stay … at least until the danger has passed. I’ll explain once we have Henri awake. Create a small rift just over the basin, and I will pass a few things through.”
Tadalunda obeyed, and Mary-Suzanne watched over his shoulder as he entered commands into his device. A small, violet portal appeared over the basin. Mathilda quickly placed three vials down on the basin, then reached down to a cloth covered, wicker basket and balanced that on the edge. The portal closed as soon as she finished.
“Give Henri the potion in the yellow vial, now,” Mathilda ordered.
Laveenstun snatched the vial with one tentacle, he cradled Henri in a few others. Tilting Henri’s head back, Laveenstun carefully poured the contents of the yellow vial down Henri’s throat.