With a long-suffering sigh he put his knee in her hands and tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle a very g*y squeal as she boosted him up on Persephone's broad back.

Before Lenobia helped me up she put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Follow your heart and your instinct, and you will not go wrong. Make him flee, Priestess."

"I'll do my best," I said.

"That is why I have such faith in you," she said.

Once we were all mounted, Lenobia led us to the rollaway doors that opened into the exercise corral. Earlier Lenobia had quietly gone out and opened the outside gate to the corral. Now nothing stood between us and the world except a lot of ice, the front gates of the school, a bunch of Raven Mockers, their daddy, and a crazy-assed ex-High Priestess.

As you can well imagine, I was pretty concerned about having a raging case of nervous diarrhea. Thankfully, I didn't have enough spare time for my body to give it much thought. Lenobia slid the doors open. She'd already extinguished the lights in this part of the stable, so that we wouldn't be silhouetted, all sitting-duck-like. We peered into the icy darkness, imagining the storm to come.

"I'll give you just a few minutes to call the elements," Lenobia said. "The sudden increase in intensity of the storm is Anastasia's cue to begin the confusion spell on the other side of campus, and don't forget that Dragon has stationed himself at the school gate. He will cut down the Raven Mocker who is sentry there as soon as he hears hoofs approaching. Shaunee, when you're ready, set the stall on fire. When I see the flames, I'll free the rest of the horses. They already know that they are to stampede around the school grounds and create as much havoc as possible."

Shaunee nodded. "I got it."

"Then refocus flame on these horses' hoofs." Lenobia paused and reiterated, "I mean the horse shoes on their hoofs. I'll tell Persephone when to go. All the rest of you need do is to hold on and follow her lead." She patted my sorrel mare affectionately. Then she looked up at me, "Merry meet and merry part, and merry meet again, High Priestess," she said. Fisting her hand over her heart, she bowed to me.

"Brightest blessings to you, Lenobia," I said. As she began to walk quickly away, I called after her, "Lenobia, please reconsider leaving here. If we don't get rid of Kalona, you and Dragon and Anastasia have K B forget t to get underground--the tunnels under the depot, the abbey, or even the basement of one of the downtown buildings. That's really the only chance you have of being safe at all."

Lenobia paused and looked over her shoulder at me. Her smile was serene and wise. "But, Priestess, you will succeed." And she hurried away.

"Jeesh, she's stubborn," Shaunee said.

"Let's just be sure she's right," I said. "Okay, are you ready?" My friends nodded. I drew a deep breath and centered myself. We were pointed north, so I kneed Persephone to the right so that we were facing east. There was no time for flowery words or inspiring music; there was only time for action. Quickly I invoked each of the elements, feeling my nerves steady as they filled the air and created a glistening circle that bound us. When spirit swelled within me, I couldn't stop myself from laughing aloud.

Still sounding giddy, I said, "Damien, Erin, put your elements to work!"

I felt Damien raise his hands behind me, and watched Erin do the same. I could hear Damien whispering words to air, asking a freezing wind to swirl and blow, toss and tussle, everything around us. I knew Erin was asking something similar of water--commanding that it increase the sleet and drench the world around us.

I braced myself to help them channel and control their elements so that we would (in theory) be moving inside a little bubble of calm in an otherwise elemental maelstrom.

Both elements responded instantly. We looked out to see the night in front of us erupt into a storm that probably knocked Doppler 8 on its butt.

"Okay," I yelled above the wind. "It's flame's turn."

Shaunee lifted her arms, tossed back her head, and like she was throwing a basketball, hurled the fire that glowed between her palms at the empty, straw-filled stall Lenobia had told her to destroy. The stall burst into angry flame.

"Now the horses' hoofs," I cried.

She nodded. "Help me keep it up."

"I will, don't worry." Shaunee pointed down at our horse's hoofs. "Heat up their shoes!" she yelled.

Persephone snorted. Her head bowed, and as the sawdust of the stable yard began to smoke under her feet, she pricked her ears at her hoofs.