'I'm the chosen of the Lord,' said Ragnar. 'I obey his orders alone.'
'Damnit, no!' Burke shouted, throwing up his arms. 'That's exactly what I'm talking about. You aren't going to win by obeying the voices of your invisible friend. If you want even a slender hope of surviving this, I have to be the only voice you listen to. Your mob can take Dragon Forge through sheer brute force, but can they hold it? The sun- dragons will come and take it back from you. I have a plan to defeat them. It's going to require turning a hundred of your farmers into foundry workers in the span of a few hours. It's going to mean that I'm the one mind that will guide their hands in building weapons that you can't even imagine. If we're fast enough and lucky enough, the dragons that fly over us will be slaughtered. Their blood will rain from the sky. Our biggest logistical problem will be clearing the carcasses from the streets before they rot.'
Ragnar looked toward Burke's spy-owl. He walked over, lowered his head, and looked into the lenses. He moved the owl on the tripod with surprising confidence and dexterity. For several long minutes, he silently studied the city.
At last, he pulled away. His face was blank; for the first time, there was no hint of anger, no trace of insane joy. For the first time since Burke had met him, Ragnar appeared lost in thought.
'It wasn't the Lord that guided me to you, Kanati,' Ragnar said. His voice had lost its normal prophetic vibrancy. With the madness gone from his eyes, Burke realized how much younger Ragnar was than himself. There was something boyish and innocent about him. 'When I was a child, my father told me you were the smartest man he'd ever known. He said if the others had listened to you instead of Bitterwood, they might have won.'
'We'll never know,' said Burke. 'We made the choices we made. Bitterwood's plan wasn't a horrible one. We just didn't know what we were up against. No one at Conyers had ever faced an army of sun-dragons. The normal way of the world is for men to waste their energies fighting men, and dragons to focus their aggression on other dragons. We didn't have the experience we needed to plan for victory. Now, some of us have it. Bitterwood, I hear, has been fighting a one man guerilla campaign ever since. It's not a bad strategy if all you want to do is make dragons suffer. But you need a smarter plan if you want humans to once again rule at least a patch of this world.'
'An unseen mouth whispers that you have that smarter plan, Machinist,' said Ragnar, with sly grin. Some of the heaven-sent madness again flavored his speech. 'A rain of blood. Carcasses filling the street. You have the soul of a prophet.'
'I have the mind of a man who's seen too much,' said Burke, shaking his head. 'I wish you'd died in the Free City, Ragnar. But, since you didn't, I'll make the best of a world with you in it. I pride myself on understanding reality. You're my reality now.'
'I shall spread the word,' said Ragnar. 'My army will obey you as they would me.'
'Good. Before we take the city, I need twenty men, your brightest. I've been canvassing your mob and have a few candidates in mind. I've got plans sketched out, diagrams. I need to teach them the what, why, and how of the items we'll be manufacturing. They'll be the foremen who lead the rest of the workers when we take the town. With the right advance work, we can pour metal within hours of taking the foundry.'
'How long will you need?' asked Ragnar.
'Several days. At least a week,' said Burke. 'There's a lot to cover.'
'That's too long to tarry,' said Ragnar as he once more to looked into the spy-owl. 'The earth-dragons may be dim-witted and half-blind, but it's only a matter of time before they realize there's an army encamped mere miles from their fortress.'
'Haste will lead to failure,' said Burke. 'Still, you're right. Every hour we wait is a gamble. The gleaners could betray us; a sky-dragon could fly over. Hopefully from the air your rag-tag army looks like gleaners, but that's probably wishful thinking. Let me get started; I'll teach the men as quickly as possible. Anza can help. I can get the training down to five days. Maybe four. There are tests I've written up. Until I have twenty men who can pass those tests, taking the town will do us more harm than good if the sun-dragons retaliate before we're prepared to fight. The moment we're ready, I'll let you know.
'So be it,' said Ragnar. 'It's been nearly sixteen years since my parents were killed and I took up preaching the gospel of war. The victory of the Free City has left me hungry to spill more dragon blood; yet, if I must, I can wait a few more days for this feast of vengeance.'
Ragnar smiled with the serene rage that Burke found so disquieting. Burke shivered, pulling his collar higher to fight the chill and rising wind.
When Zeeky woke she sensed something was different. The odor and sounds surrounding her had changed. Trisky was gone, as was Adam. The only one with her was Poocher. She reached for the visor, sitting up in the pitch black. She'd been too drowsy to keep her eyes open when Adam had taken her back to his camp. How long had she been asleep?
She froze as she slipped on the visor and the darkness became light. She wasn't alone after all! Leaning against the mine wall across from her stood a tall, broad-shouldered woman in a long black coat. No, not a woman-a man with long white hair and a beautiful, feminine face. He watched Zeeky with an unblinking gaze, smiling as he realized she saw him.
'Sleep well?' he asked with a gentle voice.
'Who are you? Where's Adam?' she asked. Poocher stirred at the sound of her voice.
'Adam was called away. Some trouble with the other members of his squad. He summoned me to take you. I wanted to let you sleep. You've had a tiring journey.'
'Are you Gabriel?' Zeeky asked. 'Adam said he was taking me to see someone named Gabriel.'
'An excellent deduction,' said Gabriel.
'You look like the angel in the Bible at the church. At least the Bible that used to be there. I guess it's burned up now.'
'Do you believe in angels?' Gabriel asked.
'Sure,' said Zeeky. 'Are you one? Is that why you're not breathing?'
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. 'Adam told me your perceptions were strong. I didn't fool you at all, did I?'
'If you're an angel, why don't you have wings?'
'Who says I don't?' Gabriel asked. He took off his coat, revealing a bare chest. He was well-muscled, yet slender; he looked more like an animated statue than a living thing. He shrugged his shoulders and a pair of golden wings began to sprout, covered in golden feathers. The wings unfolded in an intricate dance, soon reaching several yards in length. He shook his open wings and the metallic feathers sang with the delicate ringing of a thousand tiny chimes.
Poocher sat up. He'd nudged the visor onto his eyes himself and now sat beside Zeeky, staring at the winged man. Poocher grunted.
'I know,' said Zeeky. 'But maybe angels are supposed to smell that way. It's like summer rain.'
'You're a curiously fearless girl, Zeeky,' said Gabriel, kneeling down before her. 'Adam said you weren't afraid of Trisky. You aren't afraid of the dark. You obviously aren't afraid of me.'
'I get scared sometimes,' she said. 'I got scared in the Free City, when the dragons started killing everyone. I got scared when I saw Big Lick all burned up. Do you know why it got burned? Do you know what happened to my parents?'
'Yes,' said Gabriel. 'The goddess decided that few people would notice their disappearance at this particular moment. The other villages they traded with would assume they'd been killed by Albekizan's soldiers in his purge of the human race. She needed people to help her learn things. She designed the people of your village to help her study.'
'Study what?'
'Ah,' said Gabriel, with a grin. 'That is a difficult question to answer. The goddess knows almost everything. The few things she doesn't understand aren't going to be easily explained to mortals, not even to a girl as clever as you.'
'Adam said the goddess touched me in my mother's belly and changed me. Did she do this to learn something?'
'Of course,' said Gabriel. 'Everything the goddess does she does in the name of knowledge. The alterations to your mind help bridge the perceptual gap between humans and animals. You see the world with the same sensory openness of a beast, yet still possess the cognitive gifts of a human. You're the harbinger of what the goddess envisions for all future humans.'
