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The cold left her, but she kept shivering, her teeth chattering, because she hadn’t<br />
distributed the cold as efficiently as she should have, and she was now freezing from the<br />
inside. Rondeau draped his jacket around her shoulders, which was a nice gesture, but<br />
useless, since clothing was only good at trapping a person’s own body heat, and her heat<br />
was negligible. “St-st-stove,” she said, and B rushed to the gas range (how had Bethany<br />
rigged a gas range on a train?—she really had been very good) and lit up all four<br />
burners. He turned on the oven, too, and opened the door. Marla sucked in the heat,<br />
getting her body temperature up, stopping before she drew in too much and had to toss<br />
off a fireball to cool down, which would have ruined all that effort she’d put in with the<br />
cold. “Enough,” she said, blowing out a last exhalation of cold vapor. B turned off the<br />
stove. “Let’s go,” she said, and led them back to the engine car, where the doors were<br />
still open.<br />
The platform was covered in a sheet of ice about two inches deep, and tiny golden frogs<br />
were suspended inside like bits of fruit in a gelatin mold. “Walk carefully, it’s slick,”<br />
Marla said, and they made their way across the ice, walking over the frozen frogs.<br />
“They’re kind of pretty,” Rondeau said, looking down. “It’s a shame they’re instant<br />
hopping death.”<br />
“Mmm,” Marla said.<br />
“Do you think they’re dead?” B asked.<br />
“I don’t know. I think you can freeze amphibians, and they come back to life when you<br />
thaw them. But I’m not sure. I don’t think they can get out of here, though, and if they<br />
live, they’ll starve. I don’t think there’s much in the way of flies down here.”<br />
“Maybe Mutex will come back for them,” B said.<br />
“Maybe,” Marla said. “If he lives through the day.” They reached the stairs, and<br />
climbed up out of the darkness.<br />
“So what now?” Rondeau said when they reached the surface. “We go meet the next<br />
sorcerer in line for the throne?”<br />
“Sure,” Marla said. “Unless you have a better suggestion, yeah, I think we should get in<br />
touch with the next sorcerer in line. They can’t all be collaborating with Mutex, and<br />
maybe the next one in charge will help us rally the troops. Sorcerers aren’t usually very<br />
good at working together, but if things get dire enough, it’s been known to happen.”<br />
“And if Mutex continues with his old modus operandi, and shows up to kill the next<br />
sorcerer?”<br />
“Then we try to kill him first,” Marla said. “Sort of like what we had in mind with<br />
Bethany, only preferably without the betrayal.”<br />
Rondeau shook his head. “We should have a plan. That’s your line, I know, but it’s true.<br />
We can’t keep rushing in. Those frogs almost killed you last time.”