Alder then came through the walkie-talkie saying, “Go back to the stairs and climb two more levels.”
Got it. I did what I was told. But when I entered the stairwell I saw something down below that nearly made my heart stop. Coming up fast from the lower level were a dozen knights. And these guys were in full battle gear, carrying spears. I think some kind of alarm must have finally sounded. They knew we were here.
One of them looked up and saw me. “There he is!” shouted the knight.
Yep, they knew we were here. The knights began to run. There was no way I could outrace these guys, so I played my final card. I pulled the CD boom box out of the pack, held it in front of me, cranked the volume and hit “Play.” Instantly the thrashing rock guitar blasted out of the speakers.
It was like I had thrown a bomb at these guys. They froze in their tracks with a look of total shock on each and every face. They had never heard anything like this before and probably never would again. They turned and fled back down the stairs in total panic. Under other circumstances I would have thought this was pretty funny. Right now it just felt like victory. I left the boom box on the stairs, figuring this would be as good as putting up a gate to keep them down there.
“Pendragon, hurry!” came Alder’s voice through the walkie.
As I started to run back up the stairs, I grabbed my walkie and called to him, “I’m almost on the fourth level.”
“Turn left at the top and go to the end of the corridor,” he instructed. “We’re hiding in the last room to the left, before the balcony.”
I tucked the walkie away and ran to where he told me. My mind was working ahead to the next few moves. We had to find Loor and get out. But we couldn’t get back out through the kitchen because I had the knights trapped down there. There had to be another way out. Hopefully Alder had one, because I sure didn’t.
I got to the top of the stairs, made the turn and ran down the corridor. I realized briefly that this corridor was more ornate than any we had seen so far. There were huge sculptures and giant paintings on the walls. It would have been pretty cool, if I weren’t so scared out of my mind. But I had reached my destination. The last room on the left was where Alder and Uncle Press were waiting for me. Hopefully Loor was there too. I ran into the room and skidded to a sudden stop.
It took all of a half second for me to realize that this had gone terribly wrong. I turned to run back out, but two Bedoowan knights jumped in front of me, blocking the door. I was trapped. Slowly I turned back to see Alder standing there holding the walkie-talkie. A knight had a spear to his throat. Alder looked as if he were about to cry.
“I…I am sorry, Pendragon,” he cried. “They were going to kill her.”
Two other knights were holding Loor. One had her arms, the other held a knife to her throat.
“You should have let them,” she spat out in defiance. There were a few other people in the room too. Seeing them is why I knew all was lost. One of them was Saint Dane. Or Mallos, as he calls himself here. He stood with his arms folded and a smug smile on his face. But it was the final person in the room who gave me the biggest surprise of all. This person was seated on a large, ornate throne that was decorated with cut pieces of glaze. I didn’t need to be told who it was. This was the heir to the throne of the Bedoowan. This was the monarch who had their father killed so they could begin their tyrannical rule over the Milago. This was the person who ordered the deaths of Milago as easily as ordering more glaze. This was Kagan’s throne room, and seated on the throne was Kagan.
The thing that surprised me though, is that Kagan was a woman.
“Hello, Pendragon,” said Saint Dane. “Lovely day for an execution, don’t you think?”
The one person missing from the room was Uncle Press.
Journal #3 (continued)
Denduron
“This is the Milago boy I have heard so much about?” said Kagan with a sneer. “His odor offends me.”
Gee, thanks, lady. Nice to meet you, too. I have to describe to you guys what Kagan looked like because she was a real piece of work. First off, she was fat. Not just baby fat chubby, we’re talking gordo. I’ll bet she kept that kitchen downstairs pretty busy. She wore a flowing yellow toga dress that didn’t do much to hide her rolls of chub. Luckily the dress went to the floor and had long sleeves because I didn’t think her arms and legs would be a pretty sight. The dress didn’t hide her feet, though. She wore these sandals that her toes poked out of like stuffed sausages. Not a pleasant picture. She also had a double chin of fat that hung down over the neck of her dress. Ick.
I have no idea how old she was. She could have been eighteen or thirty or any age in between. The fat stretched her skin so much that it gave her a smooth, baby look. Of course, she wasn’t a baby; she was a monstrous, evil queen with fat toes. Everything about her was big. Her hands, her feet, her head, even her eyes. Oddly enough, with all of the size she had going on, her mouth was tiny. Such a little hole didn’t belong on this immense, doughy face. She had long hair too. But it wasn’t shiny and combed; it hung down over her shoulders and looked like it hadn’t been washed in a few months. Nice, huh? She was like some kind of bizarro cartoon sumo wrestler woman.
She had multiple drapes of silver necklaces, bracelets that traveled halfway up her arms, and rings on every finger. She also had a tiara perched on top of her head that looked kind of stupid because it was too small. On any normal head it would look fine, but her big, old, round, greasy-haired dome made it look like a doll crown on a giant. Of course, all of the silver jewelry was adorned with glaze. The precious blue stones were cut in every shape and size imaginable. It must have taken the Milago miners a week to dig up this much glaze. Her throne was decorated with glaze as well. There were baseball-sized stones mounted all over the golden chair.
As I took all of this in, I kept thinking about the Transfer ceremony where that miner died because they hadn’t brought up enough glaze. I can honestly say that I have never hated anyone in my life. But this lady was in line to be the first.
“Show me the toy,” she commanded. Her voice was high and squeaky, like fingernails on a blackboard.
The knight who was holding Alder grabbed his walkie-talkie and handed it to Kagan with a subservient bow. She took it and inspected it from all angles.
“What sort of magic is this?” she asked.
I couldn’t resist. I took my walkie, hit the send button and said, “Put it down!”
Bad move. Kagan let out a yelp and dropped the walkie like it was alive. It hit the floor with a clatter and a knight immediately crushed it with his boot like an annoying bug. I stood there holding the second walkie (which was now totally useless) wishing I hadn’t pulled that stunt. Kagan hoisted herself up out of her throne and waddled toward me, her jewelry jangling as she walked. She stared down at me with those big, round black eyes, raised a meaty hand, then hauled off and slapped me across the face.
Yeow. That stung. But I wouldn’t give her the benefit of letting her know how much, so I clenched my teeth and forced back my tears. I looked to Kagan and oddly enough, it seemed as if she were holding back tears too. She looked at her hand, then looked at me with genuine surprise and exclaimed, “You hurt my hand!”
Say what? Whose fault was that? I guess it was mine, because instantly two knights ran up to me and jammed the points of their spears in my neck.
“Whoa, whoa!” I yelled. “Sorry. It won’t happen again!” What I wanted to say was: “Gee, sorry I hit your hand with my face, chubby.” But I figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to be a wise ass. Especially when I had two spears at my throat.
“Let him go,” commanded Mallos/Saint Dane.
The knights pulled their spears away, but stayed on either side of me. Kagan fell back into her throne, sobbing like a pouting baby. Mallos comforted her by saying, “Shall I call the surgeon, Your Majesty?”
Surgeon? You gotta be kidding me.
“No,” sniffled Kagan. “I will be brave.”
Give me a break. This lady was a piece of work all right.
“He will be punished.” Mallos added, “Along with his uncle.”
This was bad. We came to rescue Uncle Press, and now it looked as if I was going to join him in whatever horrible fate they had planned. Some rescue, huh? Mallos then left Kagan and walked to me.
“Press will be so happy to see you,” he said to me with an oily smile.
“Where is he?” I asked, trying to sound like I wasn’t totally petrified.
Mallos answered me with a laugh. He turned to Kagan saying, “This boy is a spy like his uncle, like this girl”-he walked to Alder and stared him square in the eye-“and like this traitor Bedoowan.” Mallos leaned close to Alder until their noses nearly touched. Alder was scared, but tried not to flinch. Mallos said, “I always knew you were a traitor, but I needed you to deliver Pendragon.”
Alder dropped his head in shame and embarrassment.
Loor struggled in anger to pull away from the two knights who were holding her, but as strong as she was, these huge knights held her tight. To stop her from struggling, one of the knights gave a quick jab with the knife he was holding to her throat. My stomach turned when I saw a trickle of blood flowing down her neck. But Loor wouldn’t flinch. She wouldn’t let the guy know he had hurt her. I wasn’t surprised.
Mallos then walked to the throne saying, “They are all conspiring to incite the Milago into a revolt against us, your majesty. And for that they should be put to death.”
Things were falling apart, fast. “What do you mean ‘us’?” I shouted at Mallos. Then to Kagan I said, “He’s not a Bedoowan! Ask him where he comes from!”
Kagan looked at Mallos. Was there a hint of doubt in her mind? If I could expose Mallos as being a Traveler from a different territory, maybe Kagan wouldn’t buy everything he had to say. It was a long shot, but the only thing I could think of.
“It’s true and I can prove it. Who thought of the trick to get me here? It must have been Mallos. Nobody else knows how those walkie-talkies work, right? A Bedoowan wouldn’t know how to use that magic.”
Kagan looked at the crushed walkie on the floor, then to Mallos. I was getting through to her.
“Mallos isn’t a Bedoowan,” I said with authority. “You can’t trust him!”
She sniffed back her tears, looked at Mallos, smiled, and said, “Of course, Mallos is not a Bedoowan. He came to us many years ago from the far side of the ocean and has been my most trusted advisor ever since. Why do you tell me things I already know?”
Oh well, so much for my brilliant plan. She already knew. Kagan reached to the table next to her throne and grabbed a piece of purple fruit. It must have been past her feeding time, which was probably every five minutes. She took a big sloppy bite and a river of purple juice ran down her chin and landed on her ample chest. I wanted to puke. When she spoke, it was with a mouth full of fruit goo. Did I mention I wanted to puke?
“Why are you trying to get the Milago to make war with us?” she asked in her squeaky, annoying voice. It was weird; she sounded all innocent, like a three-year-old asking why the sky is blue. Was it possible that she didn’t know how bad the Milago had it? Was Mallos really the guy who was calling the shots and using this creepy, child-woman like a puppet? I figured I’d better answer carefully.
“Because they have horrible lives,” I said. “They live in dirty, mud huts and they don’t have enough food. If they don’t mine enough glaze, they are murdered. But the worst thing is, they’re dying. The air in the mines is poisoning them. They want to fight because they are desperate for better lives.”
That about summed it up. I didn’t want to accuse the Bedoowan of taking advantage of them, that might get her mad. But I wanted to paint a picture of how bad the Milago had it. If Her Royal Chubness didn’t know these things before, maybe now she would think twice about what her people were doing and have a little sympathy.
She took another juicy bite from her purple fruit and stared at me. What was she thinking? Alder and Loor watched her, waiting for her reaction. Mallos looked bored. Kagan then tossed the juicy wet fruit pit on the floor. Instantly a Novan servant appeared from behind the throne, cleaned up the pit, then disappeared again. No wonder this woman was so fat. She didn’t have to lift a finger to do anything.
Kagan then said innocently, “That is how it always has been. The Milago dig for glaze so that the Bedoowan can trade it for lovely things. It has been this way forever.”
Wow. Could she really be so clueless? She didn’t think there was anything wrong with the Milago suffering and dying for them. I glanced to Loor and she had the same look of dumbfounded surprise on her face that I’m sure I had. Alder just kept looking down at the floor. I think he already knew where Kagan’s head was. I wasn’t sure of what to do next, but I had to say something.
“And what do the Bedoowan do for the Milago in return for their hard work?” I asked.
Kagan cocked her head in surprise, as if I were asking something she had never thought of before. It reminded me of the way Marley turns her head and her ears go up when she hears a strange sound. Before answering, Kagan reached for another piece of purple fruit and started gnawing on it. She made these little grunting, slurping sounds that turned my stomach. What a pig. The whole while she gazed off into the distance, as if she were giving some serious thought to the question I had asked. I couldn’t wait to hear the answer because from what I saw, the Bedoowan do nothing for the Milago except abuse them. Alder and Loor waited for the answer as well. Even Mallos looked at the queen in anticipation.
Kagan took another messy bite of her fruit, swallowed, then looked right at me and said, “Your questions make my head hurt.” She then looked at Mallos and said, “Kill them.”
Whoa, bad response. Instantly the knights grabbed me and started dragging me and Loor and Alder toward the door.
Loor put up the best fight. She screamed back at Kagan, “It does not matter what happens to us! The Milago will not be slaves forever!”
That was very bold and all, but I was kind of thinking itdid matter what happened to us. The knights dragged us out into the corridor and toward the stairs when I heard Mallos calling from behind.
“Wait,” he shouted. “I wish to speak with that one!”
That meant me. The knights stopped dragging me along and Mallos approached us. He looked at me for a long while, as if sizing me up.
“Remember what happens here today, Pendragon,” he said seriously. “This is how it will be. There is no hope for you. Halla will fall, and you will fall with it.”
He then looked at the knights and ordered, “Take them to the box.” As the knights dragged me away, Mallos called, “Remember, Pendragon!”
What was he talking about? I expected him to say something like: “The Milago are doomed!” or “You will all die a horrible death!” or some other nastiness. But instead, what he said made no sense. What is Halla? Osa had said something about Halla before she died, but I had no idea what she was talking about. More important, if I was about to die, then why did he tell me to remember what was going to happen? The way things were going, I wasn’t going to live long enough to have time to forget. Believe it or not, as scared as I was, Mallos’s words gave me hope. They reminded me that this was actually a larger battle than it seemed. It wasn’t just about the Milago and the Bedoowan. It was about the future of the whole territory of Denduron. If Mallos threatened that he would always defeat me, then he must expect there to be more battles. And maybe that meant he wasn’t planning to kill us after all. At least that’s what I hoped.
The knights dragged the three of us to the circular stairway. I expected them to bring us down to the prison area, but instead we went up. We climbed one more flight of stairs and were then hurried down a wide corridor to a wooden door with a heavy lock. One of the knights pulled out a big old key, opened the door and shoved us inside. Behind us, the door slammed with a booming crash and we found ourselves in the dar
k. I think we were all too stunned and scared to look around. Not that there was anything to see.
“Is this it?” asked Loor, sounding bold as ever. “Is this where we will die?”
“No,” said Alder. “This is not where we will die.” Alder seemed pretty calm about the whole thing. It was strange. Alder was a pretty nervous guy in general, but now he acted all casual in the face of certain death. I guess of the three of us, I was the only one who was actually scared. No fair.
“How come you’re so calm?” I asked.
I didn’t like his answer. He said, “Because this is the holding area. Nothing will happen to us here. When they are ready, they will bring us to the horror.”
I guess that meant Alder wasn’t being casual, he was in a state of shock. He knew this was the calm before the storm. Something was coming and the thought of it was so horrible that it frightened him far beyond the point of showing nervousness.
“What will they do to us?” asked Loor.
She didn’t have to wait for an answer. A door creaked open on the far side of the room and bathed the place in bright sunshine. Once the sun came in I saw this was a cell, with shackles on the walls and leg irons on the floor. Two knights in full battle gear stood at the open door. One of them motioned for us to come outside. We knew we had no choice, so we walked toward the sunlight. Loor took the lead, but before she went she turned to us and said, “I will not die without taking some of those Bedoowan animals with me.” She then turned and left, with Alder and I close behind.
When we stepped into the sunshine, I was blinded and had to shade my eyes. Before they adjusted, I got a strange feeling. I think maybe it was the sound, but I had the feeling we weren’t alone. Once my eyes adjusted I realized that not only weren’t we alone, we were standing in a huge stadium along with thousands of other people. This was the Bedoowan version of a sports arena. It was open air. Above our heads was blue sky-we were on the top level of the Bedoowan palace. Two days before when I had looked across the inlet to the bluff above the palace, I thought it was just barren land. But now I realized that from where I was I couldn’t look down into this arena that was dug below the surface.
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