He shrugged. “I’m old. But, even so, well enough. And you? I heard you were using the Druid Sleep. Has something happened to wake you?”

“It is the reason I am here.”

“You’ve come to ask for help? A new airship, perhaps?”

“I’ve come to ask for help, yes. But not from you. From these boys.” She turned to Redden and Railing. “These boys who are no longer boys. I haven’t seen them since they were children. Now they’ve grown big enough to be called young men. Can we go somewhere to talk?”

She announced she must speak with Redden and Railing alone, so Mirai and Farshaun would have to go somewhere else until she was finished. Both twins insisted that whatever she had to say to them she could say in front of the other two since they did not keep secrets from one another. But when Khyber suggested she was the one who was keeping all the secrets, and it might be better if things stayed that way, Farshaun beckoned Mirai away with him without arguing, leaving Redden and Railing alone with her.

“I apologize for that,” she said to the twins, “but when you hear what I have to say you might think better of me for keeping this just among the three of us. There is some danger involved just in knowing what I am about to tell you. There is likely to be a great deal more if you decide to accept the offer I intend to make.”

An argument could be made that the word danger was a lure that drew the twins like bees to flowers. They were young and wild and eager for an adventure, and no one had offered them one for a long time. They were instantly intrigued.

She led them up the hillside to a copse of fir and sat them down in a grassy space where they could look out over the airfield and the activity taking place as the Walker Boh, already stripped of her sails and securely moored, now had her radian draws lashed in place. On the ground, her crew of Trolls had begun setting up a staging area for collecting and loading the supplies they required to continue the ship’s journey.

“I went to Patch Run before coming here and spoke with your mother,” the Ard Rhys said. “She didn’t like it that I was looking for you and didn’t want me to involve you in Druid business. She refused at first to tell me where you were. I was straightforward with her about what I was proposing, and because she loves you and worries for you she told me to go away. In the end, I made it clear that finding you was too important for me to do what she was asking. If she wouldn’t help me, I would find you anyway. She relented and told me where you were.”