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a cold sweat, the sheen on his brow nearly matching the shine on the marble beneath his fingertips. His breathing became slower still. He was calling upon skills taught to him by powerful druids-the ability to speak with stones and the very earth itself. He felt his fingers become as stiff and unmovable as the marble, his limbs rigid like the stairway. His tongue became dry and thick. Though his mouth moved slowly, no words escaped. A little girl, Galvin said with only his mind. Little? the stone stairway asked. The word was drawn out, sounding like rock grating upon rock. A person. Like me, but smaller. Galvin felt his own thought processes moving sluggishly, the words he was forming in his mind becoming simpler as his thoughts merged with the marble's. A girl. Half my size. Small, the stone repeated. The word sounded exotic and even soothing coming from the stairway. Tall to us. Always above us. The marble droned. Stone never hurried in telling its story. Always looking down on us. We always looking up.

Tall to you, then, Galvin continued. But not as tall as me. The druid was sweating profusely now, for conversing with stone was always taxing. Remember her? The grinding noise became louder inside the druid's head. The stone was thinking, mumbling to itself. Remember many feet, the steps groaned finally. Feet of people smaller than you. Pebbles compared to rocks. A short while ago, many, many pebble feet. Many? the druid gasped. The stone rumbled and pulled a term from Calvin's mind. Children, the stone replied. Many children. Up and down. Up and down. Always running up and down us. Many? Many, the stone repeated. Feet quickly grew, became larger, like yours. Then all but two feet go away. The stone paused, then added, But soon more pebbles came. They got larger, too, and disappeared. Now left with only two feet again-and yours. The druid was confused. All but two? All but Drollo's two feet? No, Galvin growled. You're remembering Drollo's children and his grandchildren. That was a long time ago. Short time, the stone corrected. Galvin chided himself wordlessly. Stone existed for an interminable time. The life span of a human could seem like mere moments to it. Think, Galvin coaxed. The last two pebble feet. Always up and down us. Yes. Smooth like us, the stone continued. Always stopping to... to... look at things resting on us. The junk, Galvin clarified, picturing the mounds of debris stacked high against each railing. Junk, the stone groaned. Yes. Can't see through it. Want it to go away. Galvin sighed. I'll see what I can do, he offered. But first, help me. Those pebble feet, where did they go? Moments ago, the stone began, choosing words from Calvin's mind. Pebble feet went up, up, up. Near the top, but not the top. Did not come back down. So she's still in the tower, Galvin concluded, perhaps hiding on the second or third floor from the top. He was grateful he wouldn't have to search all the levels below. With luck, it wouldn't be long now and the girl would be safely back with Drollo. The druid thanked the stone and began to separate his mind from the steps, when the marble added, A moment later the. . . thing... came down and went away. Thing? The stone growled, loud enough that Galvin was certain even Drollo heard it. In the end, the stairway explained in simple terms that it had no words for what descended shortly after the girl climbed to the upper floors. Is the thing here now? the druid continued.

No. Gone like all the pebble feet. Come and go. Up and down. Up . . . “Galvin? Galvin? Are you all right?” The words belonged to Drollo, who bent next to the druid, shaking him. Galvin slowly opened his eyes, reluctantly discovering his connection with the steps severed. This was the longest conversation he'd ever managed with stone, and the effort had apparently caused him to pass out. He lifted a heavy hand to his throbbing head. His arm felt stiff, and his pallor was tinged with gray. “Galvin?” “I'm all right, Drollo. Let's go upstairs. I think we'll find Isabella there.” The old man beamed and helped Galvin to