She sounded worried, relieved, concerned… all those good emotions I wasn’t sure she actually had in her. At least as they applied to me, anyway. It made me feel much better. Okay, maybe notmuchbetter since I was a swollen mass of throbbing pain. But I figured I should take the good stuff where I could get it.
“Water?” I asked, and immediately realized I had just asked for the one thing it was probably impossible to give. But I got it. Loor held a cup to my mouth, and I took a sip. It felt good on my lips, and in my mouth, but I coughed when I tried to swallow and blew most of it back out again. What a waste of an eighth of an ounce of liquid gold.
“Oops” was all I could say, lamely.
“Again,” Loor ordered and gave me another sip.
I was in more control this time and was able to take a sip and swallow. The water helped to lubricate things a little, so I was able to speak without sounding like Frankenstein’s monster.
“How long?” I asked again.
“Since the fight?” Loor asked.
I nodded. It hurt to nod. I was about to find out that doing a lot of things was going to hurt. Including breathing, eating, moving…pretty much everything including blinking. Yes, it even hurt to blink.
“You have been asleep for twelve suns,” Loor answered.
Twelve suns. The days on Zadaa were around twenty-four hours long, as far as I could tell. That meant I had been unconscious for nearly two weeks, give or take a sun. I think Loor must have seen the surprise on my face because she quickly said, “You were given herbs to help you sleep, and heal.”
Oh. So I had been drugged for nearly two weeks. I guessed that was better than being in a coma from having been beaten into mush. I was slowly focusing, which wasn’t such a hot thing. My mind was coming around, but that meant I was becoming more aware of the sad and painful shape I was in.
Everything hurt. Everything. Except my toes. My toes were cool. Woo-hoo! I thought of asking for a little bit more of that herb she had mentioned so I could slip back into dreamland, but decided I should stick around in reality for a while. Looking around, I saw that we were in a small room with stone walls. It looked very much like Loor’s home in the Ghee pyramid, but there wasn’t much in here except for the bed with the grass mattress that I was lying on, a stone chair where Loor had been sitting, and a low table that had some cups on it. Loor must have seen that I was trying to get my bearings because she said, “This is where the Batu care for the sick and injured.”
I was in the Batu hospital. It looked straight out ofThe Flintstones. I wondered if some goofy pelican would show up and deliver my medication. I know, dumb thought, but give me a break. I was hurting, and drugged.
“Saint Dane?” I whispered.
“Gone,” was Loor’s answer. “I asked many of the Ghee if they knew him, but nobody had ever seen him before. I believe Saint Dane turned himself into a Ghee warrior solely to…to-“
“To beat me into jelly,” I said, putting it bluntly.
“I am ashamed that I could not help you, Pendragon,” Loor said, dropping her head in embarrassment.
“Don’t be,” I croaked. “There was nothing you could do. I know that.”
She nodded like she knew it too, but she was definitely feeling bad about the whole thing. Maybe not as bad as I felt just then, but bad just the same.
“We will avenge you,” she said with venom. “Of that, I swear.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I said. “But that might be what he wants. Everything he does is about pushing us into doing things that help him. He may have beat me up just to get you to go after him. We can’t fall into that trap.”
Loor nodded again, and took my hand. I nearly screamed. It was the same hand I had thrown up to deflect Saint Dane’s killer blow. He must have broken bones. But you know, I didn’t stop her. It was a rare event when Loor showed me a sign of affection. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like searing pain from broken bones stop her. I tried to squeeze her hand back, but I didn’t have much of a grip.
“You are being cared for by the finest doctor in Xhaxhu,” she assured me.
“Don’t they hate Rokadors?” I asked.
“Not when the prince of Zinj himself orders that you be cared for,” Loor answered proudly. “There have been two Ghee warriors guarding your room since you arrived. You are safe here.”
“I like that guy,” I said, stating the obvious. “What’s his name again? Payday something-or-other?”
“Pelle a Zinj,” she said. “I believe he holds the future of Xhaxhu, and Zadaa, in his hands. He is a man of peace; that is why he stopped the…the fight.”
“It wasn’t a fight,” I said. “It was a slaughter.”
Loor didn’t comment. “You will heal,” she said. “And we will return to our mission.”
Our mission. Right. That mission had taken a strange turn.
“Saint Dane totally lost it,” I said. “He wanted to kill me. It didn’t seem like an act or anything. If it weren’t for that prince guy, he would have.”
“I agree,” Loor said. “His rage consumed him.”
I pulled my hand away from Loor’s. Affection or not, it hurt.
“Maybe that means he’s getting desperate,” I said. “We may be closer to beating him than we think.”
“If only that were true,” Loor lamented.
“There’s something else,” I said. “When Saint Dane was at his worst, he said something strange. He said that this is what the future holds for me, and those like me. He said it was a promise he made, and he was going to keep it. What kind of promise is that? And who did he make it to?”
Loor frowned. “Saint Dane has always brought pain and suffering. But to know he made someone a promise to do so is…troubling.”
“Yeah, troubling,” I said. “That’s one way of putting it. I’d say it’s freaking scary. Could there be somebody else out there who Saint Dane answers to?”
We let that question hang in the air. The possibility was far too horrifying to even think about.
“Whatever the answer is,” Loor said, “we will not find it until you are well. You must rest. She backed away from me and sat down in the chair.
“Go home,” I said. “As long as there are guards outside, I’ll be fine.”
“Either Saangi or I have been by your side from the time you were brought here,” Loor said. “We will be here until you walk out with us.”
Wow. Loor and Saangi had been watching over me. That’s a strange thing to hear. I hoped I didn’t drool in my sleep. I was grateful, of course. But I wasn’t sure why they did it. Was it because I was the lead Traveler, and they needed me in the battle against Saint Dane? Or did Loor have deeper feelings than that? As I lay there, watching Loor sitting up straight in the chair, I remembered back to the first time I met her on Denduron. She thought I was useless. It bothered me because nobody likes to be seen as a loser, but I had no idea how to prove her wrong. She was self-confident to the point of arrogance, with the ability to cut through all the junk to see the truth in most any situation. I, on the other hand, was totally freaked out about being yanked away from home. I spent most of my time in a frightened and confused haze. Her confidence gave me strength and clarity. Together we saved Denduron.
I’ve grown up a lot since then, but in many ways I still feel like the scared kid who left home on the back of Uncle Press’s motorcycle. Loor, on the other hand, is a rock. Since Denduron I’d often asked for her help, and she always came through. Now the fight had come to Zadaa. Her home. This time, she needed my help. As I lay on that bed, numb from pain and starting to drift off to sleep again, I swore to myself that no matter what happened from here on, I would not let her down.
I’m not exactly sure how much time I spent in that Batu hospital. If I were to guess, I’d say it was about a month. Medical care on Zadaa wasn’t exactly like what we have on Second Earth. There were no thermometers or blood tests or intravenous drips or anything like we have in our hospitals at home. Medicine was limited to some foul-tasting liquids that I had to drink every couple of hours. This guy would come in who I assumed was a doctor. He’d put his hands on my head and on my arm as if he could “sense” what was wrong with me, and then give me a different concoction to choke down. It all seemed so bogus, except for the fact that I gradually began to feel better.
Like I said, at first I couldn’t even move. Every part of my body was swollen and sore. Even my face. I had been healing for a month before I even realized this! Rolling over in bed was a major challenge, but this doctor guy kept insisting that I move. He was relentless, saying that the only way I would heal was to move. I wanted to slug him. I think I would have, if I had been able to lift my arms and make a fist, that is. But that wasn’t going to
