them. They say they stopped many places, but it was not until they got to the swamp that the rats seemed at ease again. Back inTrillium, the rest of the rats took to hiding, driven underground to save their own lives.â
âIndeed,â said Virden, âthe scientists stole away to the swamp so they could do their research in peace and safety. They built the manor themselves, turning it into one giant home for the scientists and their families.â
Vincent smiled. âLike us.â
âThe diaries go back nearly a hundred years,â added Carn, âand all are filled with the scientistsâ observations, such as how we share physical traits with humansâwe sweat, our eyes make tears, things normal rats cannot do.â
âNormal rats donât sweat?â asked Victor. âThey donât shed tears?â
Suttor nudged him and covered his nose. âThere have been many times when I wished you didnât sweat.â
âOne of the entries details how we communicated with the scientists through some sort of sign language,â said Carn.
âThough we couldnât speak to them, we all understood each other,â added Oleander.
Mother Gallo thought of little Ramsey, the Topsider boy who helped them the night Nightshade City was officially born. How easily heâd understood her.
Oleander got up from her chair and flipped through the journal on the Council table until she found a particular page. âOur ancestors used to sneak into the manor parlor, wanting to learn with the human children. They thought no one knew.â She tapped a claw on the parchment. âHere, listen.â
Weâve let the rats out on their own, giving them full run of the manor. They seem in no hurry to leave our company, but still curious to explore the new world around them. Almost every day, during the childrenâs lessons, the rats slink into the parlor andsilently gather under the davenport. They think we donât take notice of them, but we doâall twenty of them listening intently. Since weâve let them roam as they please, their personalities are blossoming, each one as unique as our own children. With the help of an open window, Tar has taken to the roof, slipping in and out by way of the attic. Always staring up at the sky, he sits up there for hours. Coriander, well, sheâs quite the mischievous one. Cook has discovered her time and time again rummaging through the cupboards, cleverly mixing spices together, tasting each new concoction as if sheâs trying out recipes. Of course Cook has her doubts, but I deem any day now Coriander will waltz out of the kitchen carrying roast mutton and plum pudding with a most triumphant grin upon her face! Then thereâs wise Garrick, constantly searching the library, always with his nose sandwiched between pages of a book. Following a small illustration, he built a birdhouse out of twigs and stones heâd found in the yard. The house was remarkable, just like the one in the picture, yet my praise did come with a scolding. He knows he and the others are not allowed in the yard. The snakes would make a feast of them. Iâm afraid one of these days we will lose one of our precious rats, their thirst for knowledge getting the better of them, but I dare not think about that right now. I simply cannot
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âWeâre still piecing things together,â said Cole. âWe have the swamp diaries, and they mention more diaries in the museum archives, but Virden and I were nearly caught trying to find them.â He shook his head. âItâs all a puzzle, especially the diary entry that claims we came from inside a volcano.â
âWe lived in an above-ground city back then,â said Suttor. He glanced at the torches affixed to the wall. âI canât imagine living with constant daylight.â
Virden nodded. âWell, when Trillium was still calledBrimstone, just a small, budding city,