Friday, October 28, 2005


the child, one hundred fifteen

Piecing together the note Walker had shredded took Maccabees only a matter of seconds. By dawn, when Lucy and Linda were setting out to start cleaning the first corridor on the ground level two floors above him, Mac had already scouted all three hundred sixty cells on his level. No sign of Walker. He did, however, find Beatriz easily enough.

And now to befriend her.

Walker's notes about this woman were remarkably skimpy. Mac guessed it was because, once Walker had decided to rescue Beatriz himself, he had stopped writing down any details. Why would he need to make notes, when the notes would only be for himself?

No matter. Mac was good at observing, and would soon know all he would need to know.

He planted himself in the corridor near the woman's cell, made sure no one would be able to see him - no one could see him, unless he wanted to be seen - and spent that first day watching.

It wasn't long before Mac saw her. Beatriz. The guards were going up and down the corridors, unlocking all doors, throwing them open noisily, yelling for all prisoners to get out here and line up. Bleary-eyed and weary, they emerged - men, women, and children - to be shoved into line and marched away.

And there was Beatriz. She stood out from the rest, Mac noted. In this sea of hopelessness, she was different, for her eyes were darting furtively, now here, now there, glancing about in hope of seeing the face of the one who had given her hope of escape.

She and the rest were being marched off, all of them, to a huge workroom. There the guards chained them one by one to workstations, then left them to toil, toil, toil all day long. Mac followed the guards away first, to see what they would do once they had the captives chained in place. Then he returned to see what sort of routine these captives lived through daily.

Lunch was brought in at noon and all but hurled at the hapless captives. They ate it one-handed, still chained at the stations, still toiling away with the other hand. They dared not quit nor slow down.

Supper, when it came, was the same as lunch. Work, work, work - never ceasing.

Finally, well after the sun sank over the horizon outside - not that any of the captives ever saw the sun here below ground - finally the guards came back and unchained them all. Rudely they shoved the workers into line once more and marched them back to the long corridors, back to their cells. The captives, spent and weary, trudged meekly into the cells, dropping exhausted into their beds even before the guards could clang the cell doors shut.

And Mac took it all in. If this was the routine for every day, day in and day out, then the only time he could hope to speak with Beatriz would be at night, while the others slept.

All right. He had waited all day; he could wait a bit longer before attempting to contact her. In the meantime, he expected Lucy and Linda to come see him shortly from upstairs. And after hearing their report and giving them his, then would he need to go downstairs and pass on both reports to Jack and Morgen.

It would be great if someone had found Walker by now. Talking with Beatriz would be much easier with the man she already trusted standing at his side. But if not - he would simply have to do his best. The Master, of course, would do the rest. This was his Bride, after all, that they had come here to woo and rescue.

And, ah, what a thrill it always was, to see one of these helpless ones set free! Mac was greatly looking forward to that. Such a delicious sight, to see someone meet the Master and fall in love with him! If only angels could do what humans could...

Still, we get to share in the rejoicing, Mac thought. And with that precious thought lightening his steps, he hurried to the stairway for his meeting with the ladies from upstairs.

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Sheya, I'm not sure what's going on here, but it looks like you posted the same chapter twice once on 10/28 once on 10/30 as the second part of the story. I got to the one on 10/28 by following forward links and then the link didn't go any further, but once I got to the 10/30 story by following the table of contents, the links continued on.
The links are fixed now.
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