Across The Great Barrier Part 2

"I'm not sure," I said. I knew that I wanted to see more of the wildlands of the Far West, but I didn't want to join a settlement, and the only other job I knew of out on the far side of the Great Barrier Spell was the one Wash did. I didn't think the Settlement Office would hire a girl fresh out of upper school with no experience and no great knack for magic to be a circuit magician, even if I had helped out with the mirror bugs the summer before.

"Aren't you?"

The professor looked honestly interested, and next thing I knew I was telling him about wanting to go West, only not to a settlement. "I don't know how, but I mean to find out," I said. "Maybe somebody will get up another expedition to explore, and I can talk them into taking me along."

"Maybe." Professor Jeffries's eyes crinkled like he was amused about something, but all he said then was, "Well, if and when you pa.s.s your exams, I think I can find something for you to do."

I went home that day feeling very pleased with myself. All I had to do was pa.s.s my exams. And I wasn't much worried about just pa.s.sing any of them, except maybe the one in magic, and I'd been doing a lot better with my spells since last fall.

I signed up to take my upper school exams in late March, and as soon as I was sure I'd be doing it, I told Mama and Papa what I'd arranged with Professor Jeffries. They seemed a little startled, but not unhappy. Mama actually seemed pleased. That is, until I told her that I wanted to see more of the Far West one day.

"Eff!" she said. "You're much too young to make a decision like that!"

Papa gave her a look. I said, "I'm eighteen, Mama. Nineteen in June. And I'm not looking to head out this summer, or even next. I just wanted you to know it was something I was thinking of, so you wouldn't be too surprised when it comes up for real and all."

I don't think Mama heard anything past me saying I was eighteen. That was the age you had to be to claim an allotment from the Settlement Office, the way my brother Jack had done, and though there weren't many women who did, it wasn't unheard of.

"You can't mean to go for one of the settlements!" Mama gasped.

"No, no," I said quickly. "I'm not inclined to farming, and I'm nowhere near good enough to be a settlement magician. Anyway, I don't want to stay in one place. I want to get out where I can see the country and the animals and such."

"I still say you're much too young to be doing something like that!"

"Mama," I said, "I'm only just deciding to work for Professor Jeffries. Far as I know, he hasn't got any expeditions planned. I expect I'll just be doing the same thing I've been doing all along, only I'll have some pay to help with the householding."

"I'm sure Allie could get you a job at her day school. She's always saying that the office could use more help."

"I don't want a job at a day school. I like working for Professor Jeffries, and I already know most of the work. And if something likely does come up in the way of heading West, I'll be in a good place to hear about it."

"Eff!"

"Sara," Papa said, and Mama looked at him and pressed her lips together, and didn't say anything more. Papa turned to me. "It sounds as if you've thought this out very carefully."

"I've been doing just about nothing but think since last summer," I said. I must have sounded a mite cross, because Papa laughed.

"If Professor Jeffries thinks it will do, and you pa.s.s your exams, I think it will work out very well," Papa said. "For a short while, at least."

Mama looked crosser than ever. I'd expected her to dislike the notion of me going West; she'd been upset for months when Jack signed up for a settler, and then she got snappish again when he finally got his allotment and left. I hadn't expected her to be this cross, though, not when it was just a notion for somewhere far off in the future. I didn't worry too much. I figured she'd grow accustomed after a while, the way she had when I first started spending time at the menagerie.

That same night, I wrote Lan and William about what I'd decided. They both wrote back right away, for a wonder. Lan's letter wasn't happy; he still thought I should go to magic school, and he warned me that he'd be home in the summer to badger me about it. (He called it "talking it over some more," but I knew what it'd feel like to me.) William's letter was more of a short note. Good for you, it said. You always have liked animals better than people. Then it went on to say he'd be heading off to Triskelion as soon as he finished his last term, and gave me his address. It was the first letter I'd had from him all year, and I'd have thought he hadn't gotten any of the other letters I'd sent him, except for the line at the bottom.

P.S., it said, I'll give Professor Ochiba your message when I see her.

CHAPTER.

4.

I Pa.s.sED MY EXAMS AND STARTED WORKING AT THE MENAGERIE FOR real in April. I was happy and busy, and I didn't pay too much heed to Mama's worrying or to the visits of the new head of the North Plains Territory Homestead Claims and Settlement Office. There were always people from the Settlement Office coming by in the spring, on account of their arrangement with the college. The Settlement Office never had enough magicians, so they'd taken to hiring on some of the magic students during the summer, and of course the college professors always helped out when there was an emergency.

At least, the professors helped out if the emergency was the sort magic could deal with. Magic couldn't do much to replace the oats and Scandian wheat and meadow rice and soybeans the mirror bugs had eaten, and that spring, eighteen settlements failed. A lot more were right on the edge of failing. The only small bit of good news was that the bugs had driven back a lot of the wildlife and had cleared a whole bunch of land that the settlers could plant. If we had a good growing summer, maybe the shaky settlements would get back on a solid footing again.

Meantime, the government in Was.h.i.+ngton had put a hold on building any new settlements until they'd studied up on the situation. That made a lot of folks in town very cross, including some of the people from the Settlement Office.

"We've solved the mirror bug problem," I heard one of them tell Papa. "And there are acres and acres of land that the bugs wiped clean, just begging to be filled up. But by the time those imbeciles in Was.h.i.+ngton realize it, the prairie will be back and it'll be twice as hard to expand. Wildlife always comes back stronger after a fire clears an area, and this will be no different."

Papa just hmphed at him, which meant he didn't really agree with the Settlement Office man but didn't want to start an argument right then.

I was busy most of April with the young mammoth at the menagerie. The McNeil expedition had brought him back as a baby, along with a few other samples of wildlife. He wasn't a baby anymore; in fact, it was hard to think of him as only partway grown. He was half again as tall as a tall man, and his tusks were three and a half feet long and as big around as my arm. He could split a rail fence with one blow of those tusks, and he'd done it a time or two, which was why his pen had a high fieldstone wall around it now, outside the rail fence. We still needed the wooden rails, because when he got edgy he'd charge at the wall and do himself an injury if there wasn't something in between for him to take out his mad on.

The mammoth always got restless in spring and fall, when the mammoth herds out on the plains were migrating, and that year was the worst ever. Professor Torgeson had to help out with the calming spells a time or two, and once even Professor Jeffries joined in. "It's because he's growing," Professor Jeffries said.

"That may be true, but it won't make any difference to the college or the people who live around it if he gets loose," Professor Torgeson snapped. She was a tall, rangy, red-haired woman with a marked Vinland accent, and she spoke her mind to anyone, which had already gotten her into difficulties with some of the other professors.

"I think we've been taking the wrong tack," Professor Jeffries said. "He doesn't need calming down; he needs exercise."

"Ride him North and feed him to an ice dragon," Professor Torgeson suggested. She had strong opinions about wildlife, most of them unfavorable.

"An ice dragon would eat the rider first," Professor Jeffries said absently. "They prefer the taste of people to just about anything else."

Professor Torgeson sniffed. "Tell me something I don't know," she said, and her accent was especially strong, like she wanted to remind him that Vinland was a whole lot closer to ice dragon territory than the North Plains Territory of Columbia was.

Her tone didn't put Professor Jeffries out one bit. "Professor O'Leary is planning to teach a cla.s.s on poetry for magicians next year," he replied. "He thinks our students need more literary background than they've been getting."

Professor Torgeson looked startled, then laughed. "All right," she said. "But you're going to have to put this thing down eventually."

"Possibly," Professor Jeffries said, still staring at the mammoth. "But not just yet. Certainly not until we run out of other options."

"Is he always like this?" Professor Torgeson asked me.

I could see she didn't actually expect an answer, and right then the mammoth whacked the inner rail fence so hard the top rail splintered and we had to step smart to keep it contained.

By the time the mammoth calmed down, we were all hot and damp and thirsty. As we walked toward the offices, we saw Dean Farley standing outside Professor Jeffries's office. "Professor!" he called as soon as he saw us. "We've heard from the Frontier Management Department! We have funding."

Professor Jeffries stopped mopping his forehead and smiled. "Excellent! Professor Torgeson, would you join us? This may concern you."

Professor Torgeson's eyes narrowed, but she nodded. Professor Jeffries turned to me. "Miss Rothmer, I think that will be all for today. Tell your father the good news, if you please, and let him know I would like to stop by tomorrow evening to discuss it, if that would be convenient."

Professor Jeffries and Professor Torgeson both showed up late the following day. I thought they'd disappear into the study with Papa, but instead Papa had us all sit down together. And then they explained.

For years and years, ever since the McNeil expedition got back in 1850, Papa and Professor Jeffries had been trying to persuade people that we still didn't know enough about the wildlands in the West. The plague of mirror bugs and the failure of eighteen settlements had finally convinced the a.s.sembly in Was.h.i.+ngton that something needed to be done right away, but they were still arguing about what. Until they decided for sure, they were asking the land-grant colleges in the North, Middle, and South Plains Territories to do wildlife surveys out in the settlements, so they'd have some baseline to compare to.

"Pity they didn't think of this before the mirror bugs showed up," Professor Torgeson said in an acid tone.

"It would have been far more useful, certainly," Professor Jeffries conceded. "On the other hand, this should give us a very clear picture of the way wildlife returns to an area after such devastation. I'm sure you'll do a stellar job, Professor Torgeson."

"The newest person in the department always gets the worst a.s.signments," Professor Torgeson said, but there was no heat in her voice and her eyes had a gleam that said she was looking forward to it.

"We would like to offer you the position of record-keeper and a.s.sistant, Miss Rothmer," Professor Jeffries said.

My mouth fell right open. The corners of Papa's mouth tucked in, the way they did when he was trying not to smile, and suddenly I knew why Mama had been so cross when I'd said I wanted to go West one day.

"Papa! You've known about this for months!" I said, and then I remembered that this was supposed to be business and not family. "Excuse me, Professor Jeffries."

"That's quite all right, Miss Rothmer." Professor Jeffries looked like he was enjoying himself. "The stipend is rather less than your current wages, I'm afraid, but the direct costs will be part of the survey's budget. That would be things like food, lodging, feed and stabling for your horse as required, and so on."

"Ia"" I swallowed hard. "Yes. I accept, Professor Jeffries."

"Excellent," Professor Torgeson said. "We'll be leaving as soon as Mr. Morris returns from Belletriste."

"Wash is in Belletriste?" I said. "I thought he was going to New Orleans for the winter."

"I believe he did," Professor Jeffries said. "But when I tracked him down last month, he was in Belletriste, visiting friends."

"Visiting a" oh." Triskelion University was in Belletriste, which meant that was where Miss Ochiba was now. Also William, but I wasn't sure Wash would think of William as a visiting sort of friend.

"Mr. Morris will be our guide," Professor Torgeson said. She frowned slightly, as if she weren't quite happy about that for some reason. I thought maybe it was because she didn't think she needed a guide, but everyone who traveled across the Mammoth River into the West had a guide, even Papa and Professor Jeffries, who'd been doing it for years.

Wash was one of the best; he'd even gone far enough to catch a glimpse of those Rocky Mountains, all on his own. He hadn't gone far enough to actually start climbing them, of course. n.o.body'd ever done that and come back alive, except maybe for three men so stark out of their minds that some folks still said they'd made up their whole story.

"What about his circuit?" I asked. The settlements that were farthest out depended on help from the circuit magicians; I couldn't see Wash leaving them to get along on their own for a whole summer.

Papa cleared his throat. "That shouldn't be a problem," he said. "Wash's circuit is somewhat emptier than it was."

I reddened. The grubs and the mirror bugs had come in from the Far West, right into the middle of the North Plains line of settlements. I'd seen the devastation they caused for myselfa" acres and acres of dead, empty land that had been forest and fields and prairie. And Wash was circuit magician for the northern half of the North Plains Territory, from midway up the Red River down to the Long Chain Lakes. Most of those eighteen settlements that failed had to have been all along Wash's circuit.

Professor Jeffries coughed and said something about planning our route so that Wash could see to his duties for the Settlement Office as well as taking care of us, and Papa brought out a map. The three of them a" Papa and Professor Jeffries and Professor Torgeson a" bent over it, pointing and arguing. I moved around to where I could watch, but mostly I just stood there thinking.

First I thought about getting to go West at last. I'd been wanting this since before I started upper school, but except for that one trip last summer that was supposed to be just a visit with my sister Rennie, I'd never been west of the Mammoth River. In fact, that and the horrible trip to Helvan Sh.o.r.es when I was thirteen were the only times I'd been out of Mill City since Papa moved half the family here.

Watching Papa and the other two professors arguing over the map made me realize how little I really knew about the country west of the Mammoth River. Oh, I knew the things everyone did. I could make lists of the two types of wildlife, the natural (mammoths, terror birds, bison, saber cats, prairie wolves, piebald geese) and the magical (steam dragons, spectral bears, swarming weasels, chameleon tortoises, cinderdwellers, sunbugs). I could calculate the yield of a field of soybeans or Scandian wheat or meadow rice, and I could draw a line on the map that showed where the well-charted territory ended and the land began that only a few folks like Wash had ever looked on.

But I also knew that studying up on a thing in school and actually living with it were two different things. Miss Ochiba had made quite a point of that, and even if she hadn't, I'd have figured it out from the letters home that my brother Jack and my sister Rennie had written over the last few years.

More than that, there were a lot of things I still didn't know. There were a lot of things n.o.body knew about settlement country, let alone the Far West beyond it a" that was the whole reason for the survey. Even the circuit-riders got surprised by things sometimes, and they'd had more experience with the wild country than anybody.

By the time the professors left, they'd drawn up a route for us to follow, starting from West Landing and heading west to Lake Le Grande, dipping south and west to the Oak River settlement, and then farther west to zigzag north along the Red River and eventually circle back through the thin spot and down the Mammoth River to Mill City.

The thin spot was the place where the Great Barrier Spell had to cross land. The Great Barrier Spell protected all of the United States of Columbia a" and a little bit of Acadia, in the Northeast a" from the dire wolves and saber cats and steam dragons and other wildlife of North Columbia. It ran for nearly five thousand miles, all the way up the Mammoth River from the Gulf of Amerigo to the headwaters in Lake Veritasca, and then east through the Great Lakes and down the St. Lawrence River to the Atlantic Ocean. The rivers and lakes not only made a natural barrier against the wildlife that added to the spell but the flow of water and magic along the rivers also kept the Great Barrier Spell going once it was set up.

But there were 175 miles between Lake Veritasca and the westernmost point of Lake Superior where there was no river and the Great Barrier Spell stretched thinly through the forests. That was why the lumber camps in the North paid so well, and why they were always looking for magicians even though they were inside the Barrier Spell. If any wildlife got through, they wanted to take care of it real fast, before whatever-it-was got to feeling better and started attacking people.

Even the Settlement Office didn't complain about keeping extra magicians up along the thin spot, though usually they grumbled about anything that meant fewer magicians for them to send out to keep the settlements safe. Everyone had heard the horror stories about the dazzlepig that had poisoned three miles of creek, or the short-faced bears that killed four men before the magician got there to stop them. I s.h.i.+vered just thinking about it.

And I was going out on the other side of the barrier, where deadly trouble with the wildlife happened a lot more often than once or twice a year a and I still wasn't half as good at working protective magic as most of my cla.s.smates. The only person I knew who'd been to the Far West and come back safe without using magic was Brant Wilson, the Rationalist who'd married my sister Rennie. He'd had a whole expedition full of magicians with him, but it was Brant's revolver that had saved them all from swarming weasels.

I'd never shot a revolver, but right after his first trip out to the settlements, Papa had seen to it that everyone in the family older than twelve learned how to handle a rifle, and he'd made sure that each of us younger ones learned as soon as we were old enough. I'd learned, though I didn't enjoy it much. It had been a long while since I'd done any shooting.

The day after Professor Torgeson asked me to go West as her a.s.sistant, I got Robbie to take me to the college range for some practice. Robbie was a good teacher, and he made me practice every day no matter how busy I was, until I could hit what I aimed at two times out of three. I'd never make a markswoman, but I was a whole lot better with the rifle than I was with my spells, and at least Wash and Professor Torgeson wouldn't have to spend extra time worrying about protecting me.

The last thing Robbie did before I left was to take me down to Gantz's General Store and buy me a brand-new repeater rifle to take with me. When I objected to the expense, he said that he wasn't spending all his own money; Lan and Jack had both sent a little to help pay for it, and Papa was in on it, too. "Just don't let Mama find out," he told me. "And take it to the range tomorrow for some practice, so you know how it handles before you go."

After considering for a bit, I decided to stick my new rifle and ammunition in with Professor Torgeson's supplies, so that Mama wouldn't notice and ask awkward questions. It was a good thing I thought of it then, because three days later, Wash turned up at last and all the plans and preparations sped up like a dire wolf going after a jackrabbit, and I didn't have time for anything else.

CHAPTER.

5.

WASH WAS IN A POWERFUL BAD MOOD WHEN HE FIRST GOT BACK TO Mill City, but all he would say about it was that Eastern cities didn't much agree with him. I thought that was stretching it some. Belletriste was only about halfway between Mill City and the East Coast, just north of the border of the State of Franklin, and it wasn't all that much bigger than Mill City, especially if you counted in West Landing. Compared to New Amsterdam or Was.h.i.+ngton, or even St. Louis, it counted more as a largish town than a city.

Wash wouldn't talk about that, either. He didn't have much to say about anything he'd been doing since he left in October. Of course, he didn't have much time to talk to me about anything. Mostly, his time was taken up with Professor Jeffries and Professor Torgeson, getting ready for us to go.

Professor Torgeson was pretty cross, too. She wanted to head West right away, as soon as Professor Jeffries told her about the survey, and she wasn't too pleased to have to wait on Wash or cla.s.ses or anything.

"We should have been out in the field in early March," she told Professor Jeffries. "We've already missed the entire germination period."

"It's May second and the trees are just now leafing out," Professor Jeffries commented. "If you'd left in March, you'd have been snowed in at least twice, for very little gain."

"We could still get snow," I said. "Sam Gantz says that the year he first came to Mill City, it snowed in June, a good six inches' worth."

"Snow in June, this far south? Not likely," Professor Torgeson said. "Who's Sam Gantz?"

I stared at her, trying to soak up the notion of someone thinking of Mill City as "this far south." I knew Professor Torgeson had grown up on Vinland, and I knew the islands of Vinland were just off the East Coast a fair piece north of Maine. It just never occurred to me to put the two things together before.

"Sam Gantz is the fellow who runs the general store," Professor Jeffries told her. "He's one of Mill City's oldest residents and an invaluable source of information, once you figure out where he's reliable and where he isn't."

I frowned. I wanted to object, because I liked Sam, but I had to admit that he had a fondness for tall tales.

"I would venture to guess that Mr. Gantz was quite accurate about the date of the snow," Professor Jeffries went on. "It's the amount that I question. An inch at most would be my guess, though of course there's no way of finding out now."

Professor Torgeson looked at Professor Jeffries as if she was trying to figure out whether he was joking. Professor Jeffries just smiled and went back to checking over the supplies we'd be taking. There were a lot of notebooks, several pencils, magnifying gla.s.ses, and tweezers, as well as some sample boxes enchanted to preserve whatever was in them and a small case full of spell ingredients that might be needed to test and cla.s.sify things. Professor Torgeson was sure that a careful survey would turn up a lot of new animals and plants, and Professor Jeffries seemed to agree with her.

Picking out what to take was hard, because there wasn't much room. We were only taking one packhorse and what we could each fit into our saddlebags. Allie had near as much of a fit over that as Mama had had when I told her I was going West for the summer for sure and certain.