“I think the ground, and things attached to the ground, they stay in the present because time is tied to the world,” said Umbo. “Remember, Rigg? Otherwise time travel would mean dropping yourself into the middle of the space between stars, right?”
“So is the carriage attached to the ground?” asked Rigg. “Would we have to lift it up all at once?”
“Not likely,” said Loaf, “not if we have to hold hands with each other like we did when we were going back to join Olivenko in his time.”
“Let’s stop talking and try it,” said Rigg.
In a few moments, he and Olivenko and Loaf were tightly gripping the carriage at various points, using their right hands, while gripping each other’s left hands in a three-handed knot.
Rigg searched for a useful path, more than a hundred years old. He found one—a cow that had moved through the meadow across the road from where they meant to push the carriage. “All right, Umbo,” he said.
He felt the familiar change as the paths on the road started to become people—walking, riding horses. But he didn’t let himself get drawn into focusing on any of them. Instead, he kept his eyes on the path of the cow. It moved very differently, and was harder to get a hold on. Rigg had never done this with an animal before, and now he realized how difficult it was. It was as if the smarter brains of people made it easier for him to latch on to them. The cow was elusive. Just a little vague, though the image was always clear enough. Like trying to see through sleepy eyes at the first light of dawn.
But he locked in with the cow soon enough, and saw the world change around him. The cow was behind a fence now. There were fences on both sides of the road. Rigg hadn’t counted on that. This area used to be more populated, and what were now meadows had once been pastures. The road was also more trafficked—instead of being mostly grass, it was mostly dirt and stones.
“Are you seeing the fences?” asked Rigg.
“Yes,” replied both Loaf and Olivenko.
“Then we’re here. Don’t let go of the carriage. But one of you—Olivenko, all right?—let go of my hand.”
“Why?”
“To see if you pop back to the present with Umbo.”
“But Umbo is right there,” said Olivenko.
“That’s how it is. We see Umbo because he’s actually the one putting us back in time. Now let’s see if you go back to the present if you let go of me.”
Olivenko let go—but still gripped the carriage. He didn’t disappear.
“Now let me try something else,” said Rigg. He let go of Loaf now, too, and reached down and scooped up rocks from the road and tossed them into the carriage. They made a satisfying rattle as they fell to the floor and some of them bounced off the door on the other side. “Wherever we are,” said Rigg, “the carriage is here with us.”
“So it is,” said Loaf. “It’s a relief I’m not holding on to nothing.”
“If stones from the past can rattle around in the carriage, then the carriage is in the past.”
“Or you brought the stones into the future,” said Loaf.
“Let’s try moving it,” said Rigg.
“Meaning let’s me and Olivenko move it, since your weight against this thing won’t do much.”
“Sorry I didn’t get fatter in Flacommo’s house,” said Rigg.
“But you did,” said Loaf. “Taller, too. But not much.”
“Don’t ever let your hand leave the carriage,” said Rigg.
Loaf immediately let go of the carriage completely.
“Thanks for that,” said Rigg.
“You were being cautious,” said Loaf, “and that’s right, but I thought we should find out whether letting go of the carriage flips us back into the future. Or the present or whatever we call it. And it didn’t, I can still see the cow and the fences. Once we’re back here, we’re back here, as long as Umbo holds us here.”
“All right,” said Rigg. “But I was more worried about whether the carriage would stay.”
“So let’s all let go of it and go back to Umbo’s and Param’s time and see if the carriage stays.”