Tuesday, October 11, 2005
the child, part 2, chapter 19 - gone awry
Silence. Finally, Joy stepped forward and gathered the scraps of paper Walker had thrown down. 'You think maybe we can still rescue her?' she said, turning the bits this way and that, trying to reassemble it like a jigsaw puzzle.
Forest was studying the sketch Walker had made on the floor of the dungeons. He frowned, thinking. 'Hey, Stone,' the boy asked suddenly. 'You were in the deepest dungeon, right?'
'You remember how to get down there? And back?'
'Well...' He came and looked at the sketch. 'I remember staircases. I never got to go up and down them much. But I think they were here, and here.'
Forest nodded. 'How about you, Jack? What floor were you on?'
'Second down,' he replied. Carefully, so as not to disturb the original drawing, he marked some features he remembered. Lucy recalled the layout of the ground-level cells where she and Starr and the still-captive Ginger lived. Joy added what she remembered from her area.
And gradually, a bit at a time, they built up a working knowledge of the fortress and its dungeons. And from that, a working plan to get in, and get back out again.
'What time is it?' said Forest.
Stone, who was now standing closest to the entrance, glanced out at the day. 'Noon, or a bit past.'
'Noon,' Forest repeated. 'Hmm. I think we should go in right away. No telling when the rest of the guard will return, and we don't want to lose that advantage. Right?'
'All right. Let's gather our things and get out of here. Leave no signs anyone was ever here.' And he swiped his hand across the sketch of the dungeons, obliterating it. Looking down at what he had just done, he laughed. Wouldn't it be great, he thought, if it would all be as easy as that?
'Um - Forest...'
That was Stone. And there was something in his tone of voice that brought everything they were all doing to a halt.
'What is it?' said Forest warily.
Stone nodded out the entrance, looking down at the pass below them. 'There,' he pointed.
The boy limped over, James just behind him. In moments, all the others were in the cave's mouth, seeing what Stone had seen. There, coming up the pass from the west, from the direction of the valley they had spent so many long months in - there was a troop. Men, all dressed alike, moving slowly. Very slowly.
All the breath went out of Forest. 'They're back,' he said.
'And see that?' Stone asked, pointing again.
Hmmm. Towards the back of the troop, surrounded by the others, was one man walking oddly, his arms bent unnaturally behind his back. And then he stumbled. Well, all the guards were stumbling, to be sure. But when this man stumbled, he pitched forward - and fell down.
He managed to twist a bit in the fall, so that he landed on his shoulder instead of on his face. But he didn't put his hands out to break his fall.
He couldn't; his arms were bound together behind him.
'They have a prisoner!' Lucy exclaimed.
'And three guesses who it is,' added Jack.
They didn't have to guess. As a pair of the guards wrenched the captive ungently back to his feet, the man looked up. Straight up, right up the mountain face to where they all were standing. Even at this distance, it was impossible to miss the dark anger twisting his face.
It was Walker.
'They took Walker?' said Joy. 'But why?'
'He must have run back towards the valley,' said Starr. 'Perhaps he thought he could just return to the Master's house,'
'But I thought Mac said that the guards wouldn't be in any condition to fight,' put in Lucy.
'And they aren't,' Mac agreed. 'But in the blindness of his anger, Walker could have been easily taken even by blind men.'
Starr and Stone exchanged glances. Now Mac himself was using - even overusing - the word 'blind.'
'But why would they capture him?' Joy asked. 'Wouldn't they have still thought he was one of them?'
'He disappeared the same time we captives did,' said Linda. 'Likely the guards put two and two together, and came up with the truth.'
Forest was frowning heartily, thinking. Suddenly, the boy turned to Stone and said, 'You know Walker pretty well, right? How angry do you think he was when he left here?'
'As angry as I've ever seen him.'
'Angry enough to betray us?'
The question was like a punch in the guts. Everyone froze for a moment, pondering it. And then they came to urgent life again, grabbing up the last of their gear. 'Out. Quickly. Now,' said James, grimacing at the pain it cost him to say just those three words.
'We can't go down the way we came up,' said Forest. 'If he gave us away, he would have told them how to get here, right? So how do we...?'
'This way,' said Malachi. He led them out of the cave's mouth and off to the left, through a line of trees, and then on up the mountain side. Forest supported James, following right behind Mal. Morgen and Mac formed the rear guard, obscuring their trail behind them as they went. The rest hurried along just behind Forest, their hearts racing, trying not to panic.
'He could compromise the whole mission,' said Forest. 'He knows the names. He knows everything.'
'Not quite everything,' said Stone.
'Meaning?' asked Jack.
Stone himself was surprised at what he said next. 'He doesn't know the deep dungeons. If we can get in there...'
'Stone!' cried Lucy. 'Are you mad?'
'Oh, don't start with that,' put in Jack.
'If we can get in there,' Stone repeated, 'we can hide, do a bit of scouting on our own, then go after the people Walker found for us.'
'But they'll be expecting us to go after those people,' Lucy objected. 'They'll know the exact names.'
'I can't help that. We can't just leave them. Not with them so close to freedom!' Stone paused, then added, 'We can't just leave Walker either.'
'After he...!' said Lucy.
'We don't know that he's betrayed us. Yes, we have to assume he has - but we don't know, not for sure. At any rate, we can't just leave him. If nothing else...' And again Stone paused. 'If nothing else, I need to stand before Walker and look him in the eye - and ask his forgiveness. And give him my forgiveness, as well.'
Starr's fingers squeezed his, and she smiled up at him.
Malachi came to a halt then. 'Here we begin the descent,' he said. 'And from here, silence. No talking.'
They all nodded. And with Mac and Morgen still hiding their tracks behind them, they slipped through the woods and down the mountainside to reach the plain below.
The trees thinned out as they reached the foot of the mountain, and it became harder and harder for them to keep their eyes on where their feet were going. For ahead of them, maybe half a mile distant and impressive even through the screen of trees - there rose the enemy's fortress.
Tall. Massive. Burly stones built up and up to tall spires that raked at the sky. Fierce. Proud.
Starr gaped. She, of course, had no memory of ever seeing this edifice before.
The rest did remember it, but for the most part, not the outside. Most of them had spent years inside it; the one best memory of the place that they shared was seeing it dwindle in the distance behind them as the Master and his people whisked them away to new life in the Master's home. Now they looked on it again - the old 'home' they had all been glad to leave.
Malachi brought them to a halt under the last fringe of mountain trees, the spindly underbrush concealing them from view from the fortress. Forest leaned up against a tree, drawing up his bad leg, catching his breath. The others were catching their breath too, some of them all but gasping from the exertion of coming down that last steep part without falling.
Mac touched Stone on the arm and gestured off to the left. A brief walk, and the two of them came upon a fresh stream gurgling down the slope. Swiftly they refilled their canteens, then returned to gather the other canteens and fill them as well.
Stone was just finishing with the last of the canteens when he realized he was alone. Looking around - and dropping his hand to his sword hilt - he called softly, 'Um, Mac?'
'Right here.' Mac was emerging from the woodland beyond the stream.
Relaxing, Stone asked, 'Where'd you go?' And then he blinked, 'Uh - where's the tent?' For Mac no longer had the twin bundles of tent and tent poles he had carried since they had all run from their last camp in the valley.
'I hid them. Back there,' he gestured, 'in the undergrowth.' And with a shrug he added, 'What need will we have for a tent, once we are inside the fortress?'
Inside the fortress. Stone glanced off through the trees at that imposing stronghold. Now that it came right down to it, the thought of going inside was pretty intimidating. But inside they must go, if the captives were to be set free.
Mac set a hand on Stone's shoulder. 'The Master knows,' he said reassuringly. 'He wouldn't have sent you, Stone, if he didn't have confidence in you.'
Stone gave a wry smile. 'It's my confidence in me that gets shaky. I know he's trustworthy. But I sure am weak at times. A lot of times.'
'But his confidence stands, Stone. So will yours.'
Gathering the now-full canteens, they made their way back to the others. Forest, James, and Jack stood a bit apart from the rest, staring out at the barren expanse between their present position and the fortress. Whispering together, the men pointed and nodded, or else shook their heads and pointed some more. The women were sitting down, resting, and Mal and Morgen were standing, waiting.
Stone and Mac distributed the canteens, then joined the men. The looks on their faces were not very encouraging, thought Stone. 'What do we do next?' he asked softly.
'Not sure,' Jack replied. 'I mean, look at that!' His arm took in the whole scene before them. 'Not enough cover to hide a field mouse! We could wait for nightfall...'
'And run into patrols,' said Forest.
'We don't know that they have patrols!' Jack whispered fiercely.
'We don't know that they don't. Don't assume stupidity on the part of the enemy. That could be fatal.'
'And I suppose the other half of the guards are in there now?' Stone remarked.
'Actually, no - not yet,' said Mac at his shoulder. 'See there?'
Surprised, Stone looked off towards the valley where they had last seen the returning guards. Yes, here they came, heading for the fortress, moving so very slowly. Peculiarly slowly. Almost groping along as they came.
'Mac,' Stone said, asking at last the question he'd been longing to ask since shortly after they'd run from the corral at the guards' camp, 'just what did you do?' He kept his voice low and private, just between the two of them.
'They are recovering,' Mac said simply. 'In a week's time, they will be fully recovered.'
'Recovered from what?'
Mac only looked at him. And then Stone recalled that word he had heard so very often - too often - since the escape from the corral a day and a half before.
'Blind,' he said. 'You made them blind?'
'Not completely. Enough for our purposes. Blind men will not see who follows them.'
And he gave Stone a sharp look. Stone frowned in reply. What could Mac be saying? Blind men won't see who follows them...?
And then he got it.
'Umm...' Stone turned and spoke to the other men, stepping out blindly on Mac's suggestion. 'What if we follow the returning guards? We can pretend to be with them, and get close to the fortress that way.'
The three men blinked at him. 'What if they turn and see us?' said Jack.
'Do they look like they'll see us if they turn?' said Stone.
The men considered. 'The guards inside, though,' said Forest. 'What if they see us?'
'By the time this troop draws close to the fortress,' said Mac, 'it will be nearly sundown. We will be coming from due west, and will be hard to recognize for the glare of the setting sun.'
The three men consulted together. 'All right,' said Forest. 'That will get us very near to the fortress. But surely they'll recognize that we aren't any of their people once we get that close. Especially,' and he nodded towards the women. For there had been no women among the guards they had met in the valley.
'Once we get that close,' said Malachi, coming to join their discussion, 'we will do as the occasion demands.'
All the men stared at him. Forest, frowning, said, 'And what is that supposed to mean?'
Looking the boy deeply in the eye, Mal said, 'When we get there, you will know.'
Forest turned to James, and then to Jack. They both shrugged. 'What else do we have?' Jack said, putting voice to all their thoughts.
'All right then,' said Forest slowly. 'Gather the others. We're going to go with this. Only... well... may the Master go with us. Because unless he does, we'll get into the dungeons all right. But as prisoners again, just like Walker.'
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