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unprotected in the open, any more than he could have left the baby goat to die of thirst. He glanced around warily, then approached the girl and tapped her shoulder gently with his stick.
    The girl’s eyes opened. They were muddy brown with a green tinge, like the water that lay in the Wall trench after rain. She rolled onto her back and blinked up at Rye. Her pale lips moved.
    “We are through?”
    Rye nodded.
    The eyes closed briefly, as if with relief. Then the girl struggled to her feet.
    The second sign …
    Rye jumped. The words had been soft as sighs, but he had heard them — he was sure he had heard them. Quickly he looked around, half fearing to see someone standing behind him.
    There was no one there. Slowly, Rye turned back to face the girl.
    She did not seem to have heard anything. As she straightened, Rye realized that she was not as youngand scrawny as her ill-fitting garments and ugly cap made her look. In fact, though she was slender, she was as tall as he was.
    He watched her take a deep breath, and then another. She shivered all over. Then she glanced around.
    Rye waited for her to see there was no sign of the Door. He waited for her to show terror and cross her fingers and wrists. But she merely frowned and began fumbling with the knot of the scarf that still hung around her neck.
    “I might have known the golden Door would send us straight into the Fell Zone,” she muttered, pulling off the scarf and tying it to the nearest bush. “Any fool could see that it was a lure for those who fancy themselves as heroes. Most of the volunteers chose it. No doubt they are all dead by now.”
    Fear and rage shot through Rye like flame. “Hold your tongue!” he snapped.
    The girl jerked back, blinking as if she had been slapped. Recovering herself, she tossed her head and set off through the trees, plowing through the dead leaves. In moments, she had disappeared into the undergrowth.
    Rye told himself he was glad to see the end of her. Then, as his anger cooled, he began to change his mind.
    Whatever he felt, his reason was telling him that for the present any companion, however disagreeable, must be better than none. The Fell Zone was a place ofmonsters. Sholto had been sure the skimmers bred there. Whether they did or not, it was clearly a fearsome place. If even the bloodthirsty barbarians of the coast would not enter it, its dangers must be many, and terrible.
    And perhaps one of those dangers was watching Rye now — one or several. For he was sure he was being watched. He could feel it. His nerves were jumping under his skin.
    But did it make sense to follow the girl, just for the sake of company? She had plunged into the wilderness without thought. Clearly she had no idea of where she was going.
    The next moment, a piercing scream settled the matter. Rye did not hesitate. He snatched up his bundle and ran, following the scuffed trail in the fallen leaves.
    Just past a monstrous vine thicket, he found the girl in red lying facedown on the ground.
    “I tripped,” she babbled, scrambling up and shaking off his hand as he tried to help her. “It was not my fault. There was something hard, hidden under the leaves, and I …”
    Her voice trailed off as she saw Rye staring down, his face frozen.
    The leaves that had covered the hidden object had been brushed away by her fall. A stone had been revealed — a smooth stone with words crudely scratched upon it.

    “Joliffe,” Rye whispered, falling to his knees.
    His heart seemed to twist in his chest. Rough as the scratchings were, he knew without doubt that it was Dirk who had laid Joliffe to rest.
    Had Dirk simply come upon his friend lying dead? Or had they been together when …?
    “Did you know him?” The girl’s voice seemed very faint. “Did you know this Joliffe? Was he a volunteer?”
    Rye swallowed and nodded.
    “I must have met him, then,” the girl said huskily. “I tried to persuade every volunteer who entered the Chamber of the Doors to