I worried the lava of his rage was about to bubble up and out.
“We were talking about your younger son, Your Majesty.” My voice was thin and nervous. “He got turned into a golden sphere?”
“Oh, yes.” The Raja swallowed, then whipped out his handkerchief to dab his lips and eyes. “We are so very dismayed at this unexpected turn of events.” Of course, his dismay didn’t stop him from shoving some more sandesh in his mouth.
“I’m sure you are, sire,” I said quickly.
“We are even more distressed,” mumbled the Raja through his stuffed mouth, “that our son was with that inappropriate friend of his. The daughter of a stable master! Really!”
“Father.” Neel spoke through clenched teeth. “I said I would do whatever it takes to bring the Prince Lalkamal back, and I will.”
“And Mati,” I added.
“Indeed,” the Raja said to his son, “you will bring your brother home, or you will not come home at all.”
“Without my brother, I have no home here.” Neel bit off the words like they were poison.
I felt horrible. If not for me, Lal and Mati would be with us right now. If I’d just believed their stories, maybe my parents would be safe at home too. I straightened my shoulders, feeling that unfamiliar warrior spirit in my stomach. Even if he hated me, even if he was more rakkhosh than human, I would help Neel get his brother back. And I would get my parents back too. There was no other option. This was my destiny.
I turned to the yellow bird, who was perched on the arm of the Raja’s throne. “Minister Tuni, what do we do? How can we get them back in their old form?”
“In the East of North of East, the Maya Pahar climbs—” Tuntuni squawked, pecking crumbs out of the Raja’s open palm.
“Yeah, yeah, we heard you the first time,” I interrupted. “So we have to go the Maya Pahar to save Lal and Mati—the same place my parents are?”
“All your solutions,” the bird agreed, “lie in the Mountains of Illusions.”
“Okay, great, let’s go!”
“Wait.” The Raja stopped me with an upturned hand. “Do you know how to get there?”
I was surprised. “It’s like the bird—”
A squawk of protest.
“… Minister Tuni said. In the East of North of East. I mean, wherever that is. Right?”
“Stop being such a ruler, Kiran,” Neel snapped. “Here, north isn’t always north. East isn’t always east …”
“Oh, right.” I sagged in defeat and scowled at the bird, who was hopping from one of the Raja’s armrests to the other. I was no closer to finding Ma and Baba. No closer to helping Lal and Mati back into their human forms. Maybe Neel was right. Maybe I couldn’t do anything right.
Unexpectedly, it was Tuntuni who seemed to notice my plummeting mood. “Say, Princess, what do you call a sad bird?” he squawked.
“This is really not the time …” Neel began, but I blurted out the answer.
“Easy. A bluebird.”
“Eggs-ceptional,” Tuni chirped, flying onto my shoulder. For whatever reason, that made me feel a little better.
“In a place where nothing—not even countries—stay put, it’s useful to have a moving map. Why don’t you use yours?”
Both the Raja and Neel snapped around to look at me. “You have a moving map?” father and son asked at the same time.
“Jinx.” It popped out of my mouth before I even thought about it.
“What is this jinx?” the Raja asked. “We are not familiar with this custom.”
“Well, if you say something at the same time, then one person can say ‘jinx’ and the other person can’t talk until the first person, or somebody else, says the other person’s name …”
“Oh, bullock’s biscuits, there’s no time for that now,” Neel yelled. “You have a moving map and you didn’t tell me this whole time?”
“I … I … uh, I didn’t think it was important. What’s a moving map anyway?”
“You didn’t think it was important!” Neel shouted, while his father explained, “A moving map is what you need if you’re going to a place that doesn’t stay still. It’s a map that knows how to keep up and tell you where somewhere is at any particular time. They’re very rare and most difficult to find.”
Neel was still ranting, his voice getting louder, “If I’d known you had a moving map, I wouldn’t have even come home to talk to Tuni, and if we hadn’t come here …”
He didn’t have to say it. I finished the thought for him. “If we hadn’t come here, then Lal