An organization called We Stand Together was started in Britain and quickly spread to a dozen other countries. Initially, the group criticized the activities of the Evergreen Foundation, but now each chapter was involved with local issues involving personal freedom. While this was going on, the Free Runners continued to organize informal demonstrations against the Vast Machine. Jugger had come up with a sloganNo More Fear!and these three words were scrawled on walls and bridges all over the world. In Spanish-speaking countries, the slogan had evolved into the words No Más next to the cartoon image of a little man looking frightened. Along with the graffiti, there were local demonstrations like the infamous Poke in the Eye night in Glasgow when the lens of every surveillance camera in the city was sprayed with black paint.
All of these public activities were reported by the media while other developments took place in the underground culture. People created blogs and chat groups that explained how to create a parallel identity. They published pamphlets and set up websites that challenged the politics of fear.
After Simon described all the latest developments, he would take out a large white handkerchief and wipe his brow. Gabriels speech made a big splash like a rock tossed into a pond. In some places, the water is the same again. But the ripples spread out and we dont know how theyll change the world.
* * *
It rained Tuesday night, and the following day was hot and humid. When Simon arrived in the late afternoon, they decided to stroll over to the park that surrounded the Villa Borghese. Alice had memorized the maze of narrow streets in the old city, and she led them east to the Piazza de Popolo, a large cobblestone oval with an obelisk at the center. They cut across the open space and followed the zigzagging stairway that climbed up the Pinicio Hill to the gardens. As usual, Alice led the way like a scout guiding them through a forest. Maya and Simon followed. The baby started kicking inside her about halfway up, and Simon stopped several times to point out a distant building.
Priest followed them, carrying his sword in a black tube with a shoulder strap. Maya still had a knife strapped to her left forearm, but her own sword was stored in a closet back in the apartment.
Alice reached the top of the hill first and waited for them in the main square that overlooked Rome. If they stood beside the wall, they could see most of the cityfrom Monte Mario to the Janiculum. The dust and pollution of that summers day softened the light. The church domes and marble monuments had the yellowish-white color of antique ivory found in a museum.
They strolled down a pathway to the Giardino del Largo at the center of the park. Huge pine trees and Lombardy poplars sheltered them from the sun until they reached an artificial lake near the center of the garden that Alice called the Sea. In the summertime, the lake water was green with algae and dotted with lily pads. Families rented aluminum rowboats and spent afternoons bumping into each other and tossing bread crumbs at the swans.
Maya sat down on a park bench and ate two biscotti. Directly across the lake was an Ionic temple dedicated to Aesculapius, the god of health; it felt like good luck to gaze at his statue.
Alice had too much energy to endure such sedentary pleasures. She ran around the park tossing pebbles into the lake and searching for a group of baby ducks hidden among the bamboo and banana trees. Finally, she returned to the bench and approached Simon.
Lets go to the River. Did you bring a boat?
Instead of just one vessel, Ive brought a fleet.
Simon reached into his canvas shopping bag and took out a piece of balsa wood with a stick mast and paper sails. In the middle of the gardens, someone had built a brick and concrete canal about the size of a drainage ditch. Alice called this ornamental gesture the River, because the water in the canal meandered down a low hill, passed beneath tiny bridges and finally emptied into the Sea. The Italian children liked to send chips of wood or paper boats down this miniature waterway, but Alice had insisted on a real toy boat. Three weeks ago, Simon had shown up with a balsa wood craft. His creations had gradually become more sophisticated.
Alice peered into the bag. How many did you make?
Five. An eighteenth century warship. A Polynesian outrigger. A rich mans yacht. The ocean liner. And a tug boat. Ill admit that most of them look the same, but you have to use your imagination.
Who gets the fifth boat?
The fifth one is Fates vessel and la signora sails it wherever she wishes. But you can pick your own, Alice.
Lets test them first, Alice said. Well sail each one to the first bend in the river.
An excellent idea. Simon bowed to Maya. We shall perform a quick test of seaworthiness and then return.
The two of them walked off together and Priest sat down next to Maya. I get the feeling that Alice is going to end up with the fastest boat.
I think youre right about that. And Simon will be a gentleman and take the slowest.
Maya sipped from a water bottle and gazed out at the Sea. West of the park, the sun was approaching the horizon, and the light around them began to change. The shallow man-made lake gradually began to look ageless and deep. When a light breeze touched the branches above them, shadows danced upon the ground.
Hollis Wilson might have chatted about where they were going to go for dinner that night, but Priest could sit for hours without saying anything. The rage he had shown after Vickis death had disappeared, leaving a quiet seriousness that intimidated strangers. He picked the right name, Maya thought, and wondered if her friend would always look sad whenever he saw lovers walking through the park.
Alice said you got a message from Linden.
I was planning to tell you. Over the weekend, Linden and two of his mercenaries traveled to England and raided Wellspring Manor. They were going to rescue Matthew Corrigans body, but all they found was a grave. According to a log book, the Travelers heart stopped beating about two weeks ago.
Maya gazed out at the swans and tried not to panic. Did this mean that Gabriel had also died? After the incident in Los Angeles, the bodies of both brothers were taken north and concealed in the cellar of a Jonesie church in the Sierra Mountains.
Priest saw the fear in her eyes. He touched her arm and spoke in a soothing voice. Dont worry. Tommy Wu drove up to Northern California last weekend to make sure everything was okay. Both Gabriel and Michael were still breathing. Their hearts beat every two or three minutes. That means theyre still alive.
When I was a little girl, my father used to tell me stories about the sleeping hero, Maya said. There always a legendary person thats hidden in a cavelike King Arthur in Britain or Priester John in Africa. Theyre sleeping, but alive, waiting to emerge once again.
So we wait?
We wait, but encourage the Resistance.
Were going to have a race! Alice ran up to the bench and danced around them. I get the yacht, Maya gets the outrigger and Priest gets the warship.
And I have chosen the ocean liner, Simon said solemnly. Like its owner, its somewhat awkward in the water.
They left the lake and followed a dirt path that meandered up the hill. The River started at a marble fountain that dribbled into a leaf-clogged pool. They placed the boats in the water and watched as the current pushed them over a thin lip of concrete and into the canal. Although Alices boat appeared to be the fastest, all five vessels stalled at the first bend in the River. Dont push them, Simon told Alice. Let them go their own way.
When Simon wasnt looking, Maya picked up a stick and tossed it into the water. This Harlequin catalyst drifted down to the first bend and struck the warshipwhich promptly bumped into the other vessels.
That was all that was needed. One by one, the balsa wood boats slipped around the bend. Excited, Alice darted back and forth, cheering each boat on. Simon followed in his somber black clothes with a smile on his face. Even Priest was drawn into the competi
tion. His sword case swung back and forth as he jumped across the River.
Maya stood alone and saw everything, the sun touching the western horizon with a blaze of light, her three friends and the dark green canopy of leaves. No angels appeared with clarion trumpets. But she knew at that momentknew with a subtle, quiet certaintythat she was carrying a new prophet, carrying a Traveler.
And the four little boats and the fifth boat as well continued on their journey, stopping and turning, then racing to the Sea.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright Š 2009 by John Twelve Hawks
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Twelve Hawks, John. The golden city / by John Twelve Hawks. 1st ed. p. cm. (The fourth realm trilogy ; bk.3) 1. BrothersFiction. 2. SupernaturalFiction. I. Title. PS3620.W45G65 2009 8136dc22
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