Vanessa said. I've been experimenting with eliminating the toxicity of venomous whirligigs.
What's a whirligig? Kendra asked.
And what's a drumant? Seth added.
Any magical animal of subhuman intelligence is a whirligig, Grandma explained. It's jargon.
Drumants look kind of like tarantulas with tails, Tanu said. Very furry. They hop around, and can warp light to distort their location. You think you see one, and you go to grab it, but you only touch an illusion, because the drumant is actually two or three feet away.
They're nocturnal, Grandpa said. Aggressive biters.
They normally wield a deadly poison.
Somehow the door to the cage got open, Vanessa said.
All nineteen escaped. When I woke up, they were all over me. I managed to catch six. The rest scattered. They're in the walls by now.
Six of nineteen is less than a third, Coulter pointed out while chewing.
I know I shut and locked the cage, Vanessa said firmly.
To be plain, if I were anywhere else, I would suspect foul play. Nobody knew those drumants weren't poisonous. If they had been, I would be dead right now.
An awkward silence stretched out.
Grandpa cleared his throat. In your shoes, regardless of where I was, I would suspect sabotage.
Kendra stared at her plate. Had one of the people eating129 breakfast with her just tried to kill Vanessa? Certainly nother or Grandpa or Grandma or Seth! Tanu? Coulter? She didn't want to make eye contact with anybody.
Could an outsider have sneaked in? Vanessa said. Or could someone have escaped the dungeon?
Not likely, Grandpa said, wiping his hands on a napkin.
Brownies and mortals are the only beings permitted to enter this house freely. Brownies would never cause mischief like that. Besides Dale and Warren, the only mortals free to roam this preserve are in this room. Dale stayed at the cabin last night. Any other mortals would have to get past the gate before they could get to the house, and getting past the gate is nearly impossible.
Somebody could have been hiding on the grounds for a long time, and waited until now to strike, Coulter theorized.
Anything is possible, Vanessa said. But I would swear that I left that cage locked. I haven't opened it in three days!
Nobody saw anything peculiar last night? Grandpa asked, fixing his stare on everyone in turn.
I wish I had, Tanu said.
Not a thing, Coulter murmured, narrow eyes thoughtful.
Kendra, Seth, and Grandma shook their heads.
Well, until we find out more, we have to consider this an accident, Grandpa said. But be doubly vigilant. I have a hunch that several pieces are missing from this puzzle.130 None of the drumants were poisonous? Grandmaasked.
None, Vanessa said. They'll be a nuisance, but they won't cause any lasting harm. I'll put out traps. We'll get them rounded up. If you sprinkle sawdust and garlic on your sheets, it should help keep them away.
Might as well add some broken glass while we're at it,
Coulter grumbled.
With all these drumants loose, Seth said, maybe we'd be safer going with you guys today.
Nice try, Kendra said.
Ruth will keep you entertained, Grandpa said.
I have some fascinating things to show you, Grandma agreed.
Cool things? Seth asked.
You'll think so, Grandma promised.
Vanessa pulled a white mesh fabric from her pocket. I'll leave a few of these around the house. If you spot a drumant
... She tossed the fabric and it fell to the floor like a parachute, spreading to cover nearly an eight-foot diameter.
The lump will tell you where the little rascal is actually hiding.
Use the surrounding mesh to scoop him up. If he tries to hop away, he'll just get tangled. Might take a little practice, but it works. Don't just take a swat at them or try to pick them up with your bare hands.
No worries about that, Kendra said. Do you have other animals, too?
Several varieties, yes, Vanessa said.
Are any of them poisonous? Kendra asked.131 None are lethal. Although some of my salamanderscould put you to sleep. I use their extracts for my darts.
Darts? Seth asked, perking up.
For my blowgun, Vanessa said.
Seth was practically jumping out of his seat. I want to try it!'
All in due time, Vanessa said.
The air felt significantly cooler at the bottom of the long flight of steep stairs to the basement. The iron door looked ominous at the end of the gloomy corridor, illuminated only by the flashlight Grandma Sorenson carried. At the base of the door was the smaller portal the brownies used, matching the other tiny portal in the door at the top of the stairs.
The brownies get in and out through the dungeon?
Seth asked.
Yes, Grandma replied. At least one visits every night, to see if we left anything for them to fix.
Why don't you let the brownies do all your cooking?
Kendra asked. They make tasty food.
Delicious, she agreed. But no matter what ingredients we leave, they try to make everything into a dessert.
Sounds good to me, Seth said. Have the brownies ever made you brownies?
Grandma winked. Where do you think brownies got their name? The little masterminds invented the treat.
They reached the metal door. Grandma produced a key.132 Remember, keep your voices down, and stay away from thecell doors.
Do we have to do this? Kendra asked.
Are you nuts? Seth asked. They're locked up, there's nothing to worry about.
There is plenty to worry about, Grandma corrected. I
know you're just trying to encourage your sister, but never treat the dungeon casually. The creatures down here are imprisoned for a reason. Your grandfather and I bring the keys to the individual cells into the dungeon only when transferring prisoners. That should tell you something.
I'm not sure I want to see what's down here, Kendra said.
Grandma placed a hand on her shoulder. Running toward danger is foolhardy. As your brother has hopefully learned. But so is closing your eyes to it. Many perils become less dangerous once you understand their potential hazards.
I know, Kendra said. Ignorance is no longer a shield, and all that.
Good, Seth said. That's settled. Can we go in now?
Grandma inserted the key and pushed open the door. It squealed a bit. A cool, damp breeze greeted them. We need to oil those hinges, Grandma said in a hushed voice, shining the beam of her flashlight down a long corridor. Iron doors with small, barred windows lined the hall. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all made of stone.
They entered and Grandma closed the door behind them. Why only flashlights? Seth asked.
Grandma pointed the flashlight beam at a light switch.133 From here forward, the dungeon is wired for lighting. Sheshone the beam on some naked lightbulbs dangling from the ceiling. But most of our guests prefer the dark. To be humane, we generally stick to flashlights.