Pendragon - The Soldiers Of Halla Part 37

"I didn't know. At least not at first. I felt the pull of gravity again, so I knew I was no longer moving through the flume. I think I was lying on my back. All I saw was Nevva's face looking down at me. Under any other circ.u.mstances I would have jumped up and slugged her, but I couldn't move. And besides, hers was the first face I'd seen since I was separated from those people in the flume. As much as I hated her, I was happy to see her. I would have been happy to see anybody."

"Did she say anything else?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. She said that she had given us a gift. All of us. I didn't know who the heck she was talking about. She promised that the territory wouldn't be touched. As much as she believed in the new vision for Halla, she also believed that there was good in the old way. And for that, she was protecting Eelong."

"Protecting Eelong," Kasha repeated.

Courtney nodded. "She said we should build a new life and make the best of what we had. She also asked that we not judge her too harshly. That was it. She was gone. I lay there for a while, trying to understand what had happened. Slowly my physical senses returned. I realized that I wasn't surrounded by white; I had been staring up into the sky. The first thing I recognized was the sunbelt. I knew then that I was definitely on Eelong."

I hadn't touched a bite of food while Courtney told us her story. After hearing about Nevva, my hunger was gone for good. I stood up. My mind was racing too fast to let me sit still. What had Nevva done? And when had she done it?

Did this happen before I brought Elli to Third Earth? Was it possible that Nevva had always questioned Saint Dane and his quest?

"What are you thinking, Pendragon?" Kasha asked.

"On Third Earth, Nevva panicked when I told her that Saint Dane was going to attack the exiles with an army of dados."

It was Courtney's turn to jump to her feet.

"Whoa! I thought that was a klee army headed this way. I didn't know Saint Dane was behind it."

"I'm not sure he is," I replied. "At least, not directly. The Ravinians brought dados here, so it's not like Saint Dane had nothing to do with it. But I don't think he planned this attack."

Courtney frowned. "But you said Saint Dane was going to attack with a dado army."

"He is. I saw thousands of dados on Third Earth that Saint Dane said would be used against the exiles. Nevva said he was going to create a flume to move them. But he didn't know that the exiles were here until recently. So I don't think the army that's on the way here has anything to do with the dados from Third Earth. I think this attack would have happened anyway."

"Oh. Swell. That means there's going to be another attack after this one?" Courtney cried.

"Unless the klee army does Saint Dane's dirty work for him. However it happens, Saint Dane wants the exiles dead."

"But Nevva didn't," Kasha said.

I said, "Strange as it may seem, it's looking like Nevva did what she could to try and preserve one of the original territories of Halla. Why she picked Eelong, I have no idea, but that was her plan, and it looks like she somehow directed the exiles to be sent here to help keep the territory alive."

Kasha added, "And it cost her her life."

We all let that sink in for a moment, then Courtney said softly, "So if not for Nevva Winter, the battle for Halla would already be over."

I smiled. "For what it's worth, in the end, she did her job as a Traveler."

"What about the exiles?" Boon asked. "When did they get here?"

We all looked to Courtney. She sat down and turned her thoughts back to the day she had arrived on Eelong.

"Once Nevva left, I collected my thoughts and realized I had to figure out exactly where I was on Eelong. I sat up, hoping to see something familiar. What I saw instead seemed impossible."

She stopped talking, letting her mind drift back. Whatever it was that Courtney had seen, she was seeing it again in her mind's eye and judging by the look on her face, it wasn't a happy memory.

"I saw that I was lying in a huge, open area a along with thousands of other people."

"What!" I blurted out.

"It's true," she continued. "I couldn't breathe. There were bodies everywhere. Ail lying down. Some had their faces turned to the sunbelt, others were facedown. Many were in the fetal position. They all looked like they were sleeping, or dead. Right next to me was an old guy in jeans and a plaid s.h.i.+rt. On my other side were two kids. Twins. A woman who was probably their mother was at my feet. It was a sea of people. I can't even describe the numb feeling it gave me. The sight of this many people was staggering, but the idea that they might all be dead put me into brain lock."

"The exiles?" Kasha asked.

Courtney nodded. "Of course, I didn't know that at the time. I sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do. I truly thought I was going to lose my mind. That's when the guy in the flannel s.h.i.+rt moved. I was so surprised that I yelped. But I saw him reach for his eyes and rub them. That little, natural movement was enough to calm me down. This guy was coming around the exact same way I had. Then the twins moved. All around me I saw the beginnings of this giant ma.s.s of humanity come to life like some giant creature. I hadn't yet heard about what happened at Yankee Stadium, so the idea of this many people suddenly dropping in on Eelong still didn't make sense, but I was glad to know I wasn't in corpseworld."

"It must have been an incredible relief," Kasha said.

Courtney's expression turned dark. "It didn't last. I was lying near one edge of the ma.s.s of people. I'd guess I was about fifty people away from the outer edge. Being there saved my life."

The klees and I exchanged nervous looks.

"How?" Boon asked, hanging on her every word.

"We were being stalked. I think when the people started to move, it was like a cue. As soon as the ma.s.s of humanity began to stir, the attack began."

"Klees?" I asked.

"Tangs. They must have been stalking through the jungle, growing closer. When they saw that their prey was coming alivea""

Courtney closed her eyes. The memory was a bad one.

"The screams came first. I jumped up and saw three tangs pounce on the people who were closest to the edge of the clearing. Not far from me. If I had been lying a little bit closer to the edge a" She didn't finish that sentence. "Those poor people didn't have a chance. It was brutal. More tangs jumped from cover and picked off the first people they came to. Those closest could see what was going on and panicked. The fear spread like a wave. The screaming was unbearable. I didn't know which screams came from fear, and which came from the people being mauled by those monsters." I couldn't imagine the horror.

"Some people jumped in and tried to pull the tangs off. They paid for it. The beasts were on a b.l.o.o.d.y rampage. With all the people jostling me, I could only make out fleeting images. Maybe that was a good thing. I kept seeing talons flas.h.i.+ng and the horror and pain on the faces of the poor people. I could even smell the tangs. And the blood. It was a frenzy feed. I kept getting knocked around by people who were desperate to escape. At first I went with the crowd, but I was afraid I'd get crushed. I looked around for any other way to go. That's when I saw the waterfalls and realized that we were in the valley that led into Black Water. As soon as I saw those falls, I knew what I had to do. I had to get into Black Water and find Gunny and Spader. I pushed my way through the crowd, going against the flow. It wasn't easy, but eventually I broke out of the stampede. Now it was just me and the group of tangs about twenty yards away who were bent down over their prey." She closed her eyes and added, "Feeding."

I tried not to imagine it.

"I ran for the falls and didn't look back. I couldn't. I don't know how many people were killed that day. When I talked to people about it later, they told me the tangs simply disappeared into the jungle a once they had gotten their fill." I winced.

"I kept running, heading for the waterfall. I hit the runoff and splashed through, not daring to stop. When I got into the tunnel, I kept going, sprinting the whole way. I didn't stop to rest until I reached the far side. Looking down the slope, I saw that the village in Black Water was just as I remembered it. It wasn't the village you see here today. It was the same village that we saved from the klee attack five years ago."

"Five years," I echoed. "Black Water has grown this much in five years?"

"Pretty amazing, isn't it?" she said. "I found Aron, the gar leader, and begged him to take me to Gunny and Spader. But he said they had disappeared. n.o.body knew where they had gone."

"I'm sure they went to Solara when the flumes exploded, just as I did," I offered.

"I told Aron about the people outside. I said they were gars. What else was I supposed to say? And they were, sort of. Aron immediately gathered a team of gars with weapons and set out to bring the people back."

"That wasn't a small job," I said.

Courtney snickered. "Tell me about it. Do you know how hard it is to gather seventy thousand people? Especially people who are confused and scared that they might be eaten by hungry dinosaurs?"

"Can't say that I do," I answered.

"I'm not going to bore you with all the details of what followed, because you see the results all around you. It was awkward and confusing and impossible, but the gars accepted the newcomers and gave them a home. In return, the Yanks helped Black Water to grow and prosper. It's been a perfect partners.h.i.+p."

"What about language?" I asked. "How did the gars understand the Yanks?"

"Good question. It was never an issue," Courtney answered. "Like when Mark and I first came here. For whatever strange reason, the two groups could understand each other from the get-go. As far as I can tell, everybody's speaking English, but that makes no sense."

"It must have to do with the boundaries between territories breaking down. It's like Veego and LaBerge. They're from Veelox, yet they understood everyone on Quillan. And vice versa. Something must happen to people when they go through the flume. It's like they become part of the combined Halla. Or something like that. I don't know."

"It doesn't seem right, but it is kind of convenient," Courtney said sheepishly.

"A fringe benefit of letting Ravinia run the universe. Kind of a big price to pay for not having to learn a new language."

"Ravinia. Yeah. By the time I got here those guys had already gotten a toehold on the territory. I guess Nevva couldn't stop that. Or didn't want to. I found out that whatever cooperation had existed between the klees and the gars was gone."

"You know the klees finally repealed Edict Forty-six?" I asked.

"Yeah. Great, huh? We're officially food. But the gars saw it coming. That's why they developed weapons and worked to create defenses around Black Water. The Yanks had a lot to do with that."

"They accepted and understood the fact that they were on a different territory?" I asked.

"They didn't have a choice" was Courtney's answer. "And it didn't happen overnight. I was the one person who knew it all, so I kind of became the amba.s.sador between the gars and the Yanks. They're my people, after all. I gotta tell you, I'm proud of them. They became teachers and mentors to the gars. Now there are times when I'm talking to somebody that I don't think of them as being a gar or a Yank. They're just a a person. Maybe that's what Nevva hoped would happen."

"It makes sense. If Nevva dropped seventy thousand people anywhere else in Halla, they would have been crushed by the Ravinians along with whatever culture they found themselves in. But here on Eelong, the gars were considered a lower form of life. They lived in isolation, protected by the mountains. The Ravinians first had to weed through the klees to determine who was worthy of joining them. They didn't bother much with the gars in Black Water."

"Until now," Kasha said softly.

"Yeah, until now," I repeated.

Kasha asked, "Do you really think they will be able to repel a klee attack?"

Courtney smiled. "No guarantees, but I can tell you, they've been training. Lots of the Yanks were former military on Second Earth. We're organized, and we're smart. I think the klees are going to be in for a surprise if they attack."

"When they attack," I corrected.

With that grim reality put out there, we went back to eating. I wasn't hungry, but we needed fuel. As we silently devoured the food Courtney had prepared, I thought to the challenges ahead. Were the gars and exiles of Black Water capable of defending themselves against the klee army? Courtney seemed confident, but I wasn't so sure. Worse than that, even if they somehow managed to repel the klees, would they be able to do the same against Saint Dane's army of dados? The future was looking dark, which didn't do much for my appet.i.te.

"They won't attack at night," Courtney announced. "We should rest."

"What if you're wrong?" Boon asked.

"We'll know long before they get close to the valley" was Courtney's answer. "We have eyes everywhere. Get some sleep. Before the sunbelt rises, I'll get us all up, and I'll show you why I think the klees are in trouble."

I didn't doubt her.

Courtney told us to make ourselves at home. She left to meet with the gar defenders to tell them of the possibility that the oncoming army might be partly mechanical. She promised to be back shortly.

Kasha and Boon made themselves comfortable in the outer room next to the fireplace. There was a large chair in Courtney's bedroom that I claimed. Soon after I settled in, Courtney returned and crawled into her own bed.

"How did it go?" I asked.

"It took a while to convince them that the klees might be mechanical, but they were willing to listen. If our radio cannons work on the dados, it'll give us one more little advantage. Obviously, we need all we can get."

I didn't argue.

Before long I heard the steady breathing of Kasha and Boon as they slept. It was almost like purring. Or maybe it was exactly like purring. They were out and I was glad. The next day was going to be a tough one for them. If all went the way we expected, they would witness their own peoplea"kleesa"going to war. Though I suspected that the majority of the advancing army was made up of dado klees, I had to believe that there were also plenty of living klees on the way. Somebody had to tell the dados what to do. I knew which side Kasha was on, but it would be tough for her to see the klees going to battle. I trusted Boon as well, but it was going to be hard for him, too. I made my mind up that I would ask Boon to stay away. It would be unfair to ask him to fight his own kind, no matter how right or important it was.

I was so incredibly proud of Courtney. From all that I heard, she was the one who held the exiles together and helped create a community with the gars. When she first became my acolyte so long ago, I knew that I could rely on her. I had no idea that she would be pushed to such extremes, but wasn't surprised that she had risen to every challenge. As did Mark. I loved those guys.

"Bobby?" Courtney called from her bed. "You awake?"

"What do you think?" I replied.

She snickered. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What do you think is the way it was meant to be?" "That's, like, a huge question," I answered. "Where do I begin to answer that?" "Begin with us."

I froze. I wasn't sure what she meant. "Do you remember the night you first left home?" she asked.

"How could I forget?"

"Do you remember what I said to you when I came to your house that night?"

I debated about being cool, or telling the truth. I chose the truth.

"You said that you had this feeling about me, and that if you didn't tell me that night, you were afraid that you'd never get the chance again. Then you kissed me."

"I guess that would be a yes. You remember."

"Every second of it."

"So do you ever wonder what would have happened if not for the whole Traveler thing?" "You mean that night?"

"No," she laughed. "I mean with us. If we'd had the chance to live our lives out the way they were supposed to be lived."

"Who says what happened isn't the way it was supposed to be?" I said, ducking the question. "I do," Courtney said flatly. That shut me up.

She continued, "Do you think we would have gotten together and, like, had a life?"

"Courtney," I said, "believe it or not, I've wondered that same thing more times than I can count."

"And what did you come up with?" she asked.

"You mean what did I think would happen, or what do I wish would have happened?"

Courtney hesitated a moment, debating about the answer.

"What do you wish?" she finally asked.