The Pilgrims of Rayne tpa-8

by D. J. MacHale

  Dodger kicked just as furiously. They didn’t look at each other. There was no need. They knew where they had to go. Up. Up was air. Down was death. Courtney wanted to scream. She wanted to breathe. She felt she could last a little longer, if only she knew how many more seconds she’d have to hold out for. Two? Five? Twenty? She knew if it were twenty, she’d be dead.

  It wasn’t. They both broke the surface, gasping for air. Courtney looked for Dodger. He bobbed next to her, looking just as scared as he had when they were trapped in the sinking car.

  The two laughed. They couldn’t help themselves. It seemed like the thing to do. Total relief will do that.

  “Can you make it to the pier?” Dodger asked.

  Courtney nodded. Now that she could breathe, she was fine. She didn’t even feel the bump on her head. They weren’t far from the pier. It only took a minute to swim to the base of the huge wooden pilings and a metal ladder that reached into the water. Courtney got there first. She grabbed the ladder and held tight. Dodger joined her a second later. The two of them clung to the ladder to catch their breath.

  “Saint Dane,” Dodger gasped.

  “What about him?”

  “You said you thought I might be Saint Dane.”

  “I don’t think that anymore. He can do a lot of things, but he can’t be two people at once.”

  “So now that we’re square, maybe you could tell me what’s really goin’ on?”

  Courtney chuckled. “Yeah, you earned it. But you’re not going to like what you hear.”

  “I don’t see how it can get any worse than this,” Dodger said.

  “This?” Courtney scoffed. “This was nothing.”

  Dodger looked sick.

  Courtney pulled herself up on the ladder and made the climb to the top of the pier. Dodger followed close behind. It was low tide, so the climb was a long one. Neither looked down as they made their way up to safety.

  When Courtney got to the top, she saw that a group of people had already gathered to see what was going on. More came running along the pier from the street. They peppered her with questions. “Are you okay?” “What happened?” “Do you need an ambulance?” “Did everyone get out?”

  Courtney ignored them. It’s not that she was being rude.

  Something else had gotten her attention. The people on the pier might as well have been invisible, because the sight before Courtney was too incredible, too breathtaking for her to focus on anything else. Rising high above her, on the far side of the pier, was a vast black wall. The sheer size was enough to make her knees buckle. It stretched nearly the entire length of the pier and reached high into the blue New York sky. At first she didn’t register what it could be. A building? Buildings weren’t black. She gazed up at the monstrous sight, feeling like an ant next to a house.

  Reality intruded when Dodger stepped up next to her. “She’s something, ain’t she? Fast, too.”

  Along the top of this impossible black wall was a wide, white band. Courtney’s eyes followed this band the length of the wall until she saw two words. Two simple black words against white. The letters had to be three feet high, big enough to be seen clearly from the buildings of Manhattan. Seeing the words made Courtney gasp. Those two words hit her harder than the breathtaking image of the black wall itself. It was like seeing history come to life. It was like seeing the future come to life. Seeing those words told her exactly what she needed to do. They told her the wall wasn’t a wall. It was the hull of a ship. A huge ship. An impossibly huge ship. The words were near its bow, proudly displaying her name for the world to see.

  “Queen Mary” Dodger said in awe. “This is the closest I’ll ever get to sailing on her.”

  “Don’t be so sure about that,” Courtney said.

  Dodger gave her a confused look. Courtney’s response was to grab his hand and run for shore. The two quickly escaped from the pier before the police showed up and started asking questions they wouldn’t have answers for. Or answers they wanted to give. They headed back to the hotel. On the subway. Neither had the stomach for getting into another cab. They traveled silently, both lost in thought. Courtney thought long and hard about what she was going to tell Dodger. She no longer thought he was Saint Dane. If there was anything good that came out of their cab ride from hell, it was that she now knew for sure that he wasn’t Saint Dane. She couldn’t ask him to ignore reality any longer. That wouldn’t be fair. No, she figured, Dodger was going to want the truth. The question was, how much of it should she reveal? She didn’t want to scare him off, but he needed to know what he had gotten himself into. His allegiance to Gunny aside, he nearly died in that cab. He deserved to know why.

  By the time they got back to the hotel, their clothes were dry. Aside from a few scratches and a nasty bruise on Courtney’s forehead, they weren’t much the worse for wear. Both had lost their hats, but hats were replaceable. The two were walking through the garden toward the front door of the hotel when Courtney stopped Dodger.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “For what?”

  “For helping me even though you didn’t have to.” “But Gunny asked-“

  “Yeah, I know,” Courtney interrupted. “But thanks just the same.”

  “You’re welcome,” Dodger said sincerely.

  “I’ve decided to tell you the truth. All of it.”

  “You don’t have to,” Dodger said quickly.

  “But I want to,” Courtney countered. “You deserve that.”

  “Yeah, maybe, but still, you don’t have to.”

  “I don’t get it,” Courtney said with a frown. “Before you were all about wanting to know what was going on. Now you don’t care? Why’s that? Are you giving up on me?”

  “Who said anything about giving up? All I said was you didn’t have to tell me.”

  “Uh… confused.”

  “I’ll show you something, ” Dodger said with a sly smile.

  He led Courtney into the hotel and down the stairs toward Gunny’s apartment. But they didn’t go to Gunny’s. Dodger brought her to the hotel vault, where a gray-haired guy in a bellhop suit sat behind a desk, reading the newspaper.

  “Hey, Mike, working hard?” Dodger asked.

  “Hardly working,” Mike answered grumpily without taking his eye off the paper.

  “I need that strongbox you’re holding for me,” Dodger said.

  Mike looked up at him, over his half-glasses. “You got some identification?”

  “Yeah,” Dodger said. He held up his right hand with his fingers spread. “I got five friends to vouch for me. One, two, three, four, five.” With each number he curled a finger, until he ended up with a fist… and gave Mike a sharp but friendly punch in the arm.

  “Ow!” the old guy winced. “Good enough.” Mike pulled himself off the high stool and shuffled into the large vault.

  “What’s this about?” Courtney asked.

  “Patience,” Dodger said. “It’s my turn to be mysterious.”

  Courtney shrugged and waited. A few minutes later Mike shuffled out, carrying a gray, metal strongbox that looked about twenty-four inches square. He put it on the desk and slid it over to Dodger.

  “I should make you sign for this,” Mike grumped. “But you won’t,” Dodger replied.

  “What you got in there?’ Mike asked. “The family jewels?” The old guy cackled a laugh.

  “That’s exactly what I got,” Dodger answered as he slid the box off the desk. “Thanks, Mike. You’re a prince.”

  “So they say,” Mike replied. “So they say.” He was already back to reading his paper before Dodger and Courtney left the vault room.

  “Let’s take this to Gunny’s apartment,” Dodger said. “It’s private.”

  Courtney walked the rest of the way to Gunny’s door and used the key that was hidden overhead. Before going in, she said teasingly, “I thought it was wrong to go inside a lady’s boudoir unless it’s official business.”

  Dodger answered without a trace of
humor, “This is official business.”

  Courtney’s smile dropped. She had never seen Dodger so serious. Courtney closed and locked the door behind them, while Dodger put the strongbox on Gunny’s kitchen table.

  “So?” Courtney asked curiously.

  “You said you wanted to tell me the truth. I figured I’d save you some breath.” He reached under his shirt and pulled out a chain. Hanging from it was a silver key that he used to open the strongbox. “Thing is, I already know the truth.”

  Dodger opened the box and took out a handful of papers. Some were rolled up and wrapped with twine. Others were typed sheets bound into leather volumes. Courtney stared, not sure what she was seeing.

  “I know it all, Courtney,” Dodger said. “Or at least, as much as Gunny does. These are the journals of the Traveler from First Earth. I told you, I’m Gunny’s acolyte.”

  Courtney was stunned. “Gunny’s been sending these to you through the ring?”

  Dodger nodded. “I know it all. Pendragon, Third Earth, the Hindenburg. I gotta keep that one pretty quiet. It wouldn’t do no good for the cops to find out Gunny was responsible for bringing it down. I know about Eelong and Spader and the poison from Cloral and Black Water, and even about how Kasha died. It’s all here.”

  Courtney was reeling. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  Dodger chuckled. “Hey, I had to be careful. You weren’t sure if I was Saint Dane? I wasn’t sure if you were.”

  Courtney punched him in the arm.

  “Ow! What’s that for? It works both ways, you know!”

  “I guess,” Courtney said insincerely. She didn’t like the idea that anybody could think she was Saint Dane.

  Dodger pulled a single sheet of folded parchment out of the box. “Now that I know you’re legit, I can deliver this.”

  Dodger held out the sheet to Courtney.

  “For me?” Courtney asked, numb.

  “Straight from Eelong, from Gunny and Spader… to you.”

  EELONG

  Dear Mark and Courtney,

  I’m sending this note to my acolyte, Dodger, on First Earth in hopes that he can deliver it to you. You can trust Dodger. He’s a good man. If you’re reading this, you already know that. I think it’s important you learn some of the things that have happened since you left Eelong.

  First off, Spader and I are doing just fine. We’re living in Black Water. It’s not First Earth, and I sure do miss the food and the friends back home, but it’s good enough. So if anybody out there is worried about us, don’t be. Until we find a way off this territory, we’ll be fine.

  As I’m writing this, I’m guessing that Spader and I have been here about two years. You might say the changes we’ve seen are pretty spectacular. Edict Forty-six was defeated. The klees will not be hunting gars anymore. But that was just the beginning. There is a spirit of cooperation between the two races (or is it species?) that has turned this territory completely around. Black Water has become a center of technology and education. Their radio invention is now used throughout Eelong, and they’ve even started figuring out how to send out pictures. That’s more advanced than that television thing they’re talking about on First Earth. Isn’t that just amazing? Now there are regular gig flights between Leeandra and Black Water.

  They’re about to finish a permanent railway line that will

  214 connect the two cities. In return, the klees provide security for the gars, which mostly means keeping the tang population down.

  Farms are secure now that the tangs are under control, so food is no longer a problem. That’s mostly thanks to the klees. The two groups have formed a joint government The Circle of Klee was renamed as simply the Circle. There are now two viceroys sitting on the Circle-one from Leeandra and one from Black Water. A klee and a gar. The gars are given full voting rights. It certainly is a sight to see.

  I won’t kid you, there is still prejudice. Old habits die hard. Many klee still consider the gars to be an inferior race. But that’s only because the gars have only recently been given the opportunity to thrive. I believe that will change in time. Gars are now routinely sent to Black Water for education. Gars who leave Leeandra as slaves or family pets, return as vital citizens. For some klees that’s hard to accept, but more walls are breaking down each day. It’s truly miraculous.

  I’m telling you all this for two reasons. One is to let you know that Spader and I are fine. We’re both teachers now! I can’t begin to describe the feeling of meeting a gar who can barely speak and eats his food from the ground, and working with him to bring out the intelligent person within. It isn’t a rare occurrence. We are personally helping to change the lives of hundreds of gars. As much as we both want to be back with Pendragon and our mission to stop Saint Dane, until that day comes, we feel that we are doing a lot of good here on Eelong. Who knows? Maybe that is the way it was meant to be.

  The second reason is I want to say something about what happened at the flume when you two left with Bobby It was a tragedy that Kasha was killed. No question. But her death was an accident. Nobody is to blame. After what we all went through on Eelong, it’s a miracle that any of us are still alive. I hope you two believe that. Her death was not your fault

  Though it’s unfortunate Spader and I are trapped here on Eelong, that too was an accident I won’t lie to you. As much as things are working out here, we’d both rather be with Bobby But our being here is a small price to pay for the good you two did by coming to Eelong. I know you weren’t supposed to travel. The territories are not supposed to be mingled. But if you hadn’t come, I can’t imagine the state that Eelong would be in right now. If you could see the wonderful advances that have been made, you’d agree with me. By your coming to Eelong, the turning point of this territory most definitely went the right way.

  Nobody can replace Kasha. She was a wonderful klee and Traveler. If she were alive to see the Eelong of today, she would be thrilled. We’re all thrilled. As for Spader and myself, we’re proud of you two for making the tough decision and saving Eelong. Things don’t always turn out exactly the way we’d like them to, but in this case, I believe it was worth the price.

  I’ll finish by saying I hope to see you again someday With any luck, it will be at a time when Saint Dane is finally done causing mischief. That’s a time we all look forward to. Until then, be well, remember us, and always follow your instincts.

  With all best wishes, Gunny

  P.S. This is from Spader, mates. Tell Pendragon that I’ve thought long and hard about the things he’s said to me. I guess you might say I’ve done a little growing up here in the jungles of Belong. Tell him I’m ready. I’m with him. And when the time comes, I’ll follow him to the ends of Halla.

  After that, the last one to Grolo’s buys the sniggers.

  Hobey-ho,

  Your mate, Spader

  (CONTINUED)

  Courtney read the letter once, then twice. When she got through it a third time, she put it down and closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she should cry, or laugh. She had been beating herself up over what happened on Eelong for a long time. For years. After reading Gunny’s letter, she didn’t feel any better about Kasha having died, but she felt a little more secure in knowing the decisions they’d made were smart ones. Eelong was a very big victory and that helped to ease the pain a little. Maybe more than a little.

  Once again it made her miss Mark.

  According to Gunny’s letter, he felt that mixing the territories in some cases was okay. Eelong was proof of that. But he hadn’t seen the negative results of what could happen when the territories were mixed. The destinies of four territories had been altered, with the threat of more to come. She was happy for Eelong, but it didn’t take away her fear of what might be in store for Halla. As Bobby said many times, it wasn’t about winning battles, it was about winning the war. Eelong was a battle that was won. The war was far from over.

  After leaving Courtney alone with her thoughts, Dodger cleared his throat. “Like
I said, I know what’s going on.”

  Courtney folded the note and gave it to him. He placed it back in the strongbox.

  “You know a lot,” Courtney said. “Not everything.”

  Courtney filled Dodger in on all she knew, starting with their lives on Second Earth before Bobby left home to become a Traveler. From there she filled in all the gaps of the story he wouldn’t know about, because Gunny didn’t know. She told Dodger about Denduron and Cloral, Lifelight on Veelox, the battle for Zadaa, the games of Quillan, and most important, the way Saint Dane had been a part of their lives as Andy Mitchell since they were little kids. She told him all about the Sci-Clops science club, and the Stansfield school where Saint Dane had turned himself into a boy that Courtney developed a crush on. It was a crush that nearly killed her. She finished by talking about the death of Mark’s parents, and about Forge technology that led to the creation of dados, the lifelike robots that had changed the course of history on Earth and on Quillan. Finally, Dodger read the letter from Patrick telling of Mark’s voyage on the Queen Mary, and his disappearance.

  It was a lot easier to explain it all than Courtney thought it would be. Dodger had already accepted the concept of Halla and territories and the Travelers and, of course, Saint Dane. All she did was add to the story and bring it to where they now stood.

  Dodger took it all in, then said, “So you want to find Mark and stop him from bringing this future gizmo into our time.”

  “That,” Courtney said. “And save him from the danger he’s in. I believe Saint Dane’s plan for Second Earth started when we met Andy Mitchell back in kindergarten. It was all a devious plan to steer Mark into creating Forge, gain his trust, and get him to spring it on the other territories. Once that happens, I think Mark won’t be needed anymore and-“