A long, warm, furry paw lay across Nathan's face, and he whimpered and peed his pants, something he hadn't done in more than a year. A sharp claw scratched him, quickly, in the face, and he screamed, shrieking horribly.
"Kid could drive Christ off the cross," a low voice muttered nearby, the sound of thunder rumbling.
But Nathan wasn't listening. Nathan was screaming. He opened his eyes, breath coming in hitching gasps, as the wheelbarrow was lifted again and started to move.
"Boo!" Bob Longtooth roared, and Nathan's shrieking ratcheted up another notch. "Real enough for ya, brat?"
Then both of them were laughing again, and Nathan continued to scream, turning in the wheelbarrow to face away from Bob Longtooth. He could see Cragskull now, an inhumanly broad-shouldered, ugly man, shorter than Nathan's mother. His beard and hair long and dirty, his head split above the left eye and a foul-smelling steam coming from within.
Cragskull was always mean in the books, but he was stupid too. Stupid made him funny. But Nathan didn't think he was funny anymore. The boy whimpered, tears streamed down his face, and he kept moving around in the wheelbarrow until his feet were down the end near where Bob Longtooth was pushing. He sat up a bit, and his eyes darted around, taking in everything he saw.
It was Strangewood, all right. But it wasn't the Strangewood from his Daddy's books. Nathan thought they were on the Winding Way, a magical road that twisted all through the landscape of Strangewood. And it might have been . . . should have been . . . the Big Old Orchard, where huge apples trees grew, every one of them good for climbing and swinging. The giant apples were redder than licorice and juicier than any other apple ever dreamed of being. Something to brag about, in a world where apples probably did dream.
But it wasn't the Big Old Orchard. Not really. It looked like it might have been, a long time ago. But not anymore. The trees were twisted and dark, too scary to climb. Dangerous, even. And there were no more apples except for withered things all over the ground on either side of the Winding Way.
Nathan was just a boy, but he knew the smell of rotting fruit. And of shit. He could smell both from where he sat, though there was only a light breeze, and he tried hard not to breathe through his nose.
He wiped the tears from his eyes, still whimpering low in his chest without even realizing he was doing it. But Longtooth and Cragskull didn't seem like they were going to hurt him, as long as he kept his mouth shut. Not that it mattered; he was too scared to say anything else. Too scared to do anything except look around, in terror and in sadness.
It was like Strangewood was dead. As though somebody had killed it. If they kept going along the Winding Way, they would eventually come to the Land of Bells and Whistles, and then the Up-River, and Nathan didn't want to even think what might have happened to all the people who lived in those places.
Unless — well, there was always the possibility that he'd find someone who could save him from Bob and Cragskull. He looked around hopefully, scanning the ruined orchard for some sign that help might be coming.
"Don't even think about it, sssssson," Bob Longtooth hissed. "You belong to usssss, now. The bosssss has plansssss for you."
Nathan ignored the saber-toothed man as best he could . . . which wasn't all that well considering how frightened of Bob he was. He scanned the woods, listened to the orange-starred night, hoping for some sign that help was on the way.
That was when the screams started. There was a horrible, keening wail off to the right, deep in the deadwood of the Big Old Orchard. And Nathan smelled the sharp tangy scent of fresh oranges.
"Oh . . .” he said. "Oh . . . no, please . . ."
Cragskull clamped a hand hard on Nathan's mouth and held a knife to his throat. When he spoke, his gruff voice was a whisper so low Nathan could barely make out the words.
"They're not on our side," Cragskull whispered, and Nathan wanted to scream even more then. The creatures screaming in the forest might actually be able to help him, to save him from these others.
"They're not on your sssside either, brat," Longtooth added quietly, then they were all silent until the scent of oranges had gone away.
"The Orange Pealers aren't on anybody's side in this," Cragskull agreed. "They're just vicious little savages who smell good."
After a moment, Bob Longtooth picked up the wheelbarrow and started off once more. He and Cragskull were trying to be very quiet, and Nathan had the urge to shout again, but didn't. He wasn't even six years old, but he knew enough to be afraid of anything that the monsters themselves were afraid of.
They stared at him from time to time, and Nathan would only look away. He didn't like to look at them, didn't want to think about where they were or what had happened to this place. He was big enough to know that Strangewood wasn't real. At least, that's what his Daddy told him and his Daddy never lied. But maybe, he thought, just maybe Daddy didn't really know.
Nathan started to cry again at that thought; that and the smell of his pee soaking his pants, already starting to dry. If Daddy didn't know, then Daddy wouldn't be able to come and find him. Not ever.
And if Daddy couldn't find him in Strangewood, then nobody could.
"What the hell is he crying for, Bob?" Cragskull sneered. "I'd just started to like this quiet, and the kid's got to go and ruin it. I'm gonna crack his head like a walnut and suck his brains out like I'm at a cauliflower pie-eating contest."
"Bossss wouldn't like it, Crag," Longtooth grumbled. "You'd better not."
"You're really no fun," Cragskull said, but then didn't say anything else about eating Nathan's brain, or vegetable pies.
They talked about him like he wasn't there, which was okay with Nathan. He didn't want to be there and kept closing his eyes hoping he'd wake up at home, or teleport himself from here to someplace else, like he'd seen on just about every cartoon he'd ever watched, except maybe Scooby Doo.
There was another turn in the Winding Way, and suddenly, the sky brightened. He had a moment to hope the sun might come out, but then he heard the crackling. Smelled the heavy smoke. A fire was burning, and it was a big one.
Quickly, he reversed his position in the wheelbarrow again, and his belly felt sick when he saw the flames, roaring above a tiny village that once was round and brightly colored. The fire was all colors, too, the colors of the homes and shops and people . . . even the Melody Mill was burning, its balconies and ornate iron and woodwork blazing.
It was the Land of Bells and Whistles, and except for the roar of the fire, it was completely silent.
"Wow!" Longtooth whispered, stroking his whiskers and licking his long tusks.
"Ain't that a hoot!" Cragskull whooped with delight.
Heart drumming in his chest, Nathan realized the two creatures weren't paying attention to him for the moment. He had to go, and so he rolled on his side right out of the wheelbarrow.
"Hey!" Cragskull shouted angrily, his voice rising to a growl of fury.
But Nathan was already running as fast as his little boy legs could carry him, back down the Winding Way in the direction they'd come from. He didn't even remember what was back there, except maybe for Fiddlestick's cave, Grumbler's cottage, and the homes of some of the others. But it was enough that it was the opposite direction than Longtooth and Cragskull wanted him to go in.
"I've got him!" Longtooth snarled, and Nathan felt a tug on the back of his pajamas.
He kept running, heard Bob Longtooth curse behind him. His feetie pajamas slapped hard dirt and the tears kept rolling, but he wasn't going to stop. Nathan screamed loud and long, as if it would protect him somehow