exhaustion. “I can’t believe you’d do that to Gideon.”
Colin’s eyes filled with tears, but his face was angry. “Gideon! Are you joking? He’s letting the whole place fall apart! He hardly ever comes out of his room!”
Ragnar called to Mr. Walkwell, who was inspecting the place where the helicopter had landed. “We must take him to Gideon, Simos. He is the thane. He must know what happened here tonight.”
“No!” Colin shouted. “If you tell him, we’ll all be thrown out! Me and the Jenkins kids, all of us!”
Tyler took a step forward. He had seldom had such a powerful urge to slug somebody. “Shut up, Needle.”
“You think I’m wrong?” Colin turned on him. “Look at you! You snuck into the Fault Line. You stole stuff from the library. You brought these kids onto the property!” He pointed a shaking finger at the Carrillos, who were looking pretty nervous. “At least I was trying to help. You were just… entertaining yourselves!”
“That’s not fair!” Lucinda said.
“Quiet, all of you.” Ragnar looked like he’d also like to hit something. “Simos, what will we do?”
Mr. Walkwell was trotting back toward them, hooves picking gracefully at the uneven ground. He was carrying something.
“Things could be worse,” he said as he reached them, dropping his burden on the ground at Ragnar’s feet.
“Stillman has left something for us. I do not think he meant to.”
Ragnar crouched and fumbled open the briefcase. Tyler stared. Steve Carrillo whistled.
“Oh my god,” Lucinda said. “That’s like a million dollars.”
“Half a million,” Colin corrected her.
“So for a while at least Ordinary Farm is not… broken?” Mr. Walkwell smiled. “Breaked?”
“Broke,” Tyler said. “No, definitely not broke. But isn’t Stillman going to come back for it?”
Ragnar laughed grimly. “Stillman will be back, but I think he does not care so much about this. For him, it is a little bit of money only. Still, it will make Gideon happy.”
“ I got that money!” Colin said shrilly. “If anyone’s going to give it to Gideon… ”
“Shut your mouth or I will shut it hard.” Ragnar glared at him. Colin stopped talking. “So what do we do, Simos?” the big man asked.
“Um, I’ve got an idea,” said little Alma Carrillo. Everyone turned in surprise to look at her. “I mean, if you can’t tell Mr. Goldring about how the money really got here, why don’t you tell him something else? Tell him those bad guys were trying to buy the farm or something.”
“Hey, sis, you’re pretty sneaky!” said Steve Carrillo, obviously impressed.
“For half a million?” Tyler shook his head. “They wouldn’t believe it.”
“A bribe,” Lucinda said. She had sat down, and sounded about ready to fall asleep. “Tell Gideon that they tried to bribe you, Mr. Walkwell. That you went along with it to find out what they knew, and then you took the money.”
“Gideon will like that,” said Ragnar slowly. “He will like the idea that Stillman tried to steal our loyalty and failed-and that we kept the gold for him.” He frowned. “But what will we do with the boy?”
Tyler swallowed. He hated himself for what he was about to do, but it made sense. “Don’t do anything. We need Colin. If we turn him in he’s not going to keep his mouth shut, and then everyone’s going to be in trouble-me, Lucinda, the Carrillos, even you guys. We all kept secrets from Gideon.”
“Congratulations, Jenkins,” Colin said. “You have a brain in that head after all.”
“Shut up, Needle. It works both ways. If you tattle on us, then we won’t just tell Gideon what you did, we’ll tell your mother.”
“Wh-what?” Colin Needle looked like he’d been punched in the stomach.
“I know you didn’t tell her. You’re scared of her, aren’t you? So just shut up.”
“You don’t know about me!”
“I know enough.” Tyler said. “Now shut up while Ragnar and Mr. Walkwell decide what to do.”
For a long moment no one spoke. The Carrillos shuffled their feet. Colin stared sullenly at the ground.
“I think we must keep quiet,” Mr. Walkwell said at last. “Otherwise the Needle boy will be sent away. Those on the farm should stay on the farm. If not, they become a different problem-like Kingaree.”
There was that name again, Tyler thought, the one even Ragnar was afraid of. What kind of monster was this Kingaree? What had he done?
“So-it seems we make the devil’s bargain, as it is called,” said Ragnar. “Everybody will stay silent about what they know-but Simos and I will be watching you always from now on, Colin Needle.” The big man glared at Colin for a moment, then shook his head. “Still, we have one other problem to solve. The egg. Gideon thinks Alamu took it. Now we have it again.”
“We will think of something,” Mr. Walkwell said. “But let us think while we are taking these children back to their beds. For them this night has gone on for far too long.” He looked at Tyler and Lucinda and his normally gravel-toned voice was almost gentle. “You are leaving us tomorrow, after all.”
“But… what are you going to do with that… that dragon?” Carmen Carrillo asked. “Is it dead?”
“No, just overcome by sleep medicine,” Mr. Walkwell told her. “But she does have a deep cut on her wing from that thrice-cursed flying machine. It will need many stitches. Ragnar, can you find a big enough tractor over in Canning to carry her back to the Sick Barn?”
“Carry her back?” Tyler was amazed. “Where can you find anything that big?”
“You would be surprised,” Ragnar said. “Meseret is not so heavy as she looks. Her bones are hollow, like a bird’s.”
“But first, I suppose, you should take the other devil machine and return these children to their own home,” Mr. Walkwell told Ragnar. “It will be dawn soon.”
The Carrillos walked back to the farmhouse yet again, this time with Tyler, and silent Colin, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Mr. Walkwell carried exhausted Lucinda on his back, her head nodding. Ragnar had the backpack with the dragon’s egg in one hand and the briefcase full of money in the other.
“Seems like you guys must have had a pretty interesting summer,” said Steve Carrillo.
“You could say that,” Tyler agreed. “Yeah, I guess ‘interesting’ would sum it up pretty well.”
Chapter 30
“W ell,” said Gideon Goldring, wrapped in a clean bathrobe and looking like an ancient king as he stared down the length of the breakfast table, “I knew it was going to be a big morning, what with our guests heading back home today-but I didn’t expect things to be quite this exciting.”
The briefcase full of money was in his lap. Meseret’s egg sat in a nest of towels at the center of the table as if it was the main dish. The official story, constructed in haste, was that the she-dragon had sensed where her mate had taken the egg, broken out of the Sick Barn in fury, and recaptured it. The injury to her wing from the helicopter blade was now a battle wound from a scuffle with Alamu.
Lucinda didn’t like having to lie, especially about things this big. Unable to look at Uncle Gideon, she turned and looked at Colin Needle, who was also avoiding Gideon’s eye. Or perhaps it was the gaze of his mother, sitting at Gideon’s right hand, that he was avoiding. Whichever was the case, Colin had a pale, sickly look, and for the first time since Haneb had told her of Colin’s role in the theft of Meseret’s egg she felt sorry for the older boy. He had been stupid and reckless and arrogant, but she believed him when he said the farm was important to him.
Gideon looked at the briefcase again, then at the egg, and shook his head in disbelief. “My goodness. I can’t get over it. A dragon fight, attempted industrial espionage, and I slept through it all.” He turned to Ragnar. “How is Meseret?”
The blond-bearded man laughed in a hollow way. He was still wearing the same dirty, sweat-stained clothes from the night before. “She is sleeping. We’ve given her more medicine. The tractor man should have a loader
