Nightrise

suddenly felt miserable. With everything that had happened in this other world, he had forgotten how he had failed in his own. Scott had been at the prison but he had gone. The search had to begin all over again. "Where do I look for him?"

    "Use your dreams. The dream world that we visit acts in a strange way. Sometimes it sends us messages in the form of pictures or symbols. Always remember what you see there. It may mean something."
    Matt stood up.
    "I have to go," he said. "There's still a lot of work to do. And in a few days' time, I'm going to travel with Inti to his country. There's a weak spot there and we have to construct a second gate to make sure the Old Ones can't break back in. Inti has a brilliant idea for a sort of lock, but on a huge scale. We're going to design it together so that it can be built into the desert floor."
    "But what's the point?" Jamie interrupted. 'You've already told me that the Old Ones are going to come back again."
    "Well, that's an entirely different argument. Just because we know they're coming back, doesn't mean we can't try to stop them. And the longer we keep them out, the more time the world has to restore itself."
    "Do you really have no idea where I can find Scott?"
    "I'm sorry. But he must still be alive. If he'd been killed, Flint would have replaced him and he would have somehow managed to find you."
    There was a loud screeching sound and something swooped out of the sky, landing on the outstretched branch of an oak tree on the other side of the river. Jamie started up, alarmed —but it was only an eagle.
    He wondered where it had come from. It wasn't moving now and seemed to be staring right at him.
    Matt had noticed the bird, and Jamie had the impression that it meant something to him. "There's one more thing I can tell you that might help," he said.
    "What's that?"
    "There are two gates that exist in my world and yours. We made the first of them ourselves today. Inti and I will design the second very soon. But there's something else that you need to know about. There are also twenty-five doorways."
    "What do you mean?"
    "How do you think we've traveled these great distances to find each other? Inti has come from the other side of the world, and I can assure you he didn't take a boat! The doorways are shortcuts. You go in one door and you come out another a thousand miles away. There are doorways in your world too."
    "Where?"

    "They are all in sacred places — or places that have become sacred mainly because the doors were there.
    Places of worship. Buildings of one sort and another but also caves, burial chambers, even hills. They're marked with the same five-pointed star that we carried on our banners. It's the symbol of the power of Five. You're going to need to find them. All of you."
    "How do we do that?"
    "There's a map. It was drawn by a man called Joseph of Cordoba. He was a monk but they made him into a saint. He was one of the very few men who knew about us and our war with the Old Ones. He put the map in his diary and it shows all twenty-five doorways. Find the diary and it will give you the secret paths around your entire world."
    "How do I get back to my world?" Jamie asked.
    "That's easy. Someone has sent a guide for you."
    Jamie looked across the river. "The eagle?"
    Matt nodded.
    "What do I do?"
    "Follow the eagle. He'll show you where to go." Matt got to his feet.
    The two boys stood looking at each other.
    "Good-bye, Jamie," Matt said. 'You and I will meet again."
    "I'm glad I was able to fight alongside you, Matt. Say good-bye to Inti and Scar for me. And to Flint."
    Jamie unsheathed his sword one last time. He held it for a moment, not wanting to let it go, but he knew he couldn't take it with him. He handed it over. "Look after Frost," he said. "I only had it for a little while but it served me well."
    The two of them looked at each other one last time. Then, leaving Jamie beside the river, Matt turned around and walked back toward the camp.
    Jamie glanced at the eagle, which stirred slightly, ruffling its feathers. "Which way?" he called out.
    The eagle flew the short distance to the next tree, then a little farther to one set back from the river. Its message was clear. Jamie was expected to swim across. He wasn't sure he liked the idea. The river was deep and cold and the water was flowing very fast. But it seemed he wasn't going to be given a choice.

    "Whatever you say…" He climbed down the gully and waded in.
    He was halfway across and