Joel began to draw as well. “I’m going with the Ballintain,” he said, drawing a circle all the way around himself. “But with your Jordan Defense, you don’t need to pay much attention to what I’m doing. Just draw as fast as you can.”
She got into it, doing a defensive rectangle around the Circle of Warding, then quickly beginning her chalklings.
Joel drew, hoping his instincts were right. The big weakness in the Jordan Defense was the chalklings. Controlling them in this way was difficult; it was only possible because it was a formal duel, and she could orient them right at her target.
For some reason, chalklings were difficult to control if you wanted them to just wait around. That was why most Rithmatists either sent them out to attack or stuck them on a bind point.
I really need to study more chalkling theory, Joel thought as he finished his defense. Maybe I can get Melody to check out a few books on it.
“Okay,” he said, reaching out to draw a few Lines of Vigor. “This is going to take some imagination, since I can’t make my lines do anything. Pretend that I’m good at drawing Vigor Lines—which I am, by the way—and that each of these is hitting your defense at the same point, weakening it. A well-drawn Line of Warding can take about six hits from a Vigor; a Line of Forbiddance can take ten. When you see where I’m shooting, draw another Forbiddance line behind your first to slow me down.”
She did so, drawing a line.
“Now I have to get through two lines of Forbiddance and one Line of Warding. That means that with this defense, you have about twenty-six Vigors to get your chalklings done. That’s not much time, with how—”
He fell silent as she whipped her hand forward and laid her chalk against the inside of her Line of Forbiddance to release her chalklings.
So fast! he thought. I only got through six of my Lines of Vigor! True, he hadn’t been going as quickly as he could, but even still …
Melody’s line puffed away—it took four seconds to dismiss a line—and a wave of eight complete chalklings rushed across the ground toward him.
“Wow,” he said.
Melody looked up, brushing a bit of curly red hair from her eyes. She blinked in surprise, as if shocked that she’d actually done it. Joel scrambled to draw a few more Lines of Vigor and defend himself against the creatures.
But, of course, that did nothing. In the heat of battle, Joel almost forgot that he wasn’t a Rithmatist.
The chalklings reached his defenses and hesitated. For a moment, he felt a stab of fear—similar to what he assumed Herman Libel must have felt while sitting defenseless against an attacking group of chalk monsters.
Joel doubted that Herman had been forced to face down unicorns though.
The creatures finally tested Joel’s defenses—which, of course, didn’t stop them. They rushed forward eagerly, surrounding Joel, then running about in circles. Joel cringed, imagining them stripping off his flesh. Fortunately, these chalklings were harmless.
“Unicorns?” he asked sufferingly.
“The unicorn is a very noble and majestic animal!”
“It’s just an … undignified way to be defeated, particularly with them prancing about like that.”
“Well,” she said, rising, “at least I don’t have any pink chalk. They won’t let us use colors until we’re juniors.”
Joel smiled. “You did really well. I can’t believe you drew those so quickly!”
She walked over and placed her chalk against one of the unicorns. It stopped prancing immediately, freezing in place as if it had become simply a drawing again. Four seconds later, it was gone. She repeated the process with the others. “That wasn’t hard,” she said. “I just had to get my chalklings to wait before attacking.”
From what little Joel had read, it hadn’t sounded that easy. If you didn’t give the chalklings precisely correct instructions, they’d attack your own Line of Forbiddance. Then, when you dismissed it, they’d be confused and mill about instead of rushing your opponent.
“I told you Jordan would work for you,” Joel said, standing.
“You went easy on me,” she said. “Plus, my lines weren’t that great. I’ll bet you could have broken through my Forbiddance wall with half as many shots as it would otherwise have taken.”
“Maybe,” Joel said. “I didn’t expect you to work so quickly. Your ellipse was a disaster—but that didn’t matter. You did a great job, Melody. You can do this. You just need to find patterns and defenses that work for your skills.”
She smiled hesitantly at that. “Thanks.”
“It’s true.”
“No,” she said. “Not for the compliment. For showing me this. I doubt it’s going to revolutionize my style—I’m never going to be a good Rithmatist unless I can learn circles. But, well, it’s nice to know I can do something right.”
Joel smiled back. “All right. Well, maybe now we should get to class. Professor Fitch…”
He trailed off, noticing a figure in the distance—a figure in a policeman’s uniform and hat, sitting astride a large horse. Remembering that he’d asked Exton to send for the inspector, Joel waved.
“Joel?” Melody asked.
“Just a moment,” he said. “You can go on ahead. I need to talk to that policeman.”
She turned. “Dusts! Is that an Equilix Stallion?”
As she spoke, Joel noticed that she was right. Harding trotted his mount forward, but that mount was not a horse. It was shaped like one, true, but it was made of metal, with glass sides that showed the twisting gears and clicking springs.
“Joel, son,” Harding said as he walked his mount up, its metal hooves leaving deep prints in the soil. “How goes the academic front?”
“It goes well, Inspector,” Joel said.
Joel had seen springwork horses before, of course. They were expensive, but by no means uncommon. An Equilix, however, wasn’t just any springwork. Built from the newest of springwork technologies out of Egyptia, they were said to be amazingly intelligent. They had a woman there, a genius scientist, who had figured out new ways of winding springs to pull energy through the harmonic winds.
Joel looked into the machine’s clear glass eyes, and could see the tiny springs and rotors moving inside, miniature arms popping up and down like the keys of a typewriter, driving the functions of its complicated clockwork brain.
“Now, who is this pretty young lady?” Harding asked. His tone was civil, but Joel could sense the hesitation.
Pretty? She annoyed him so often, he forgot how cute she could be when she smiled. Like she was doing right now. “She’s a student of Professor Fitch’s,” Joel said.
“Miss…?”
“Muns,” she said.
Wait, Joel thought. Muns. I’ve heard that name somewhere recently. For someone other than Melody.…
“Miss Muns,” Harding said, tipping his blue helmet. Then he turned to Joel. “Thank you for the tip about the parents, Joel. We need to secure this campus; I’ve ordered that from this point forward, no students are to be allowed out for the evenings or weekends. I’ve asked for reinforcements, making this our base of operations and front line of defense!”
Joel nodded. “I thought it would be a bad idea for the parents to start running off with their children. Anywhere they go, the … person could follow.”
“Agreed,” Harding said.
Melody glanced at Joel, her eyes narrowing.
“By the way, soldier,” Harding said to Joel, “have you seen a blonde woman, five foot seven, hair in a bun, about thirty-five years old, wearing a blue dress? She has sharp features and a narrow face.”
“I saw her,” Joel said. “She’s a parent of one of the Rithmatist students.”
Harding snorted. “Hardly. That’s Elizabeth Warner—reporter.”
“A woman reporter?” Joel asked.
“What’s wrong with that?” Melody said with a huff.
“Nothing,” Joel said quickly. “Just … never heard of it before.”
“Times are changing,” Harding said. “Women Rithmatists fight on the battlefield, and I’ll bet there comes a day when even ordinary women join the ranks of soldiers. Regardless, women or not, press are the enemy. If they have their way, this entire island will go into a panic! Where did you see her, son?”
“She was heading toward Professor Fitch’s office.”
“Blast it all,” Harding said, turning his mount. Joel could hear clicks and springworks moving inside. “Watch my retreat!” Harding called.
He took off in a gallop toward the Rithmatic campus.
“And what exactly was that all about?” Melody asked.
“Uh … nothing.”
She rolled her eyes with an exaggerated expression. “I’m sure.”
“I can’t tell you,” he said.
“You’re going to relegate me to continued ignorance!”
“Uh, no,” Joel said, shuffling. “Look, I really don’t know anything.”
“Is that a lie?”
Joel hesitated. “Yeah.”
She sniffed in annoyance. “And I thought we were starting to get along so well.” She grabbed her notebook and stalked away. “My life,” she snapped, holding her hand aloft, “is a tragedy! Even my friends lie to me!”
Joel sighed. He picked up the book she’d checked out for him, then rushed after her toward Fitch’s office.
Chapter 12
“Well, yes, I did talk to that woman,” Professor Fitch said, looking confused. “She was uncertain about letting her son stay at Armedius. She wanted to know that we were making honest efforts to protect the children.”
“And so you told her,” Inspector Harding said.
“Of course. She was on the edge of tears. Um, my, I can never handle women on the edge of hysterics, Inspector. I didn’t say much. Just that we were sure a Rithmatist was behind it, but that we hoped the children might still be alive, and that we were working on some strange chalk drawings left at the crime scenes.”
“Professor,” Harding said, rubbing his forehead, “this is a terrible breach of security. If you were a soldier under my command, I’m afraid I’d have to discipline you for this.”
“Oh dear,” Fitch said. “Well, I guess there’s a reason I’m a professor, rather than a soldier.”
Joel raised an eyebrow, trying not to feel too smug about the fact that both Harding and Fitch had insisted Melody wait outside, but hadn’t forbidden Joel.
“Unfortunately,” Harding said, pacing up the hallway of Fitch’s office, hands clasped behind his back, “it can’t be helped now. Our fortifications have been breached, and a spy escaped with our battle plan. We must bear it and hope for the best. I strongly suggest, Professor, that you avoid speaking of these matters with anyone else.”
“I understand, Inspector,” Fitch said.
“Good,” Harding replied. “Now, I think you should be aware that I’ve asked the knight-senator of New Britannia for permission to set up a perimeter here at Armedius. He’s agreed to grant me a full legion from the Jamestown militia to use in defending this location.”