“It’s easy to explode tak,” I answered. “The trick is to be somewhere else when it goes off.”
“So?”
“So I won’t be. Somewhere else, I mean.” “What!” Siry exclaimed. He stopped short and put his crate down.
I put my own crate down. “There’s no way you’re going to understand this, because I don’t either. Saint Dane told me the Travelers are illusions. The more I see, the more I think he wasn’t lying.”
Siry’s response was to stare at me dumbly. No big surprise.
“I’ve killed Saint Dane and he didn’t die,” I said. “He killed Loor and somehow she came back from the dead.”
“But my father is dead. And what about all the others who died?”
“I don’t think they’re gone. At least not entirely.” “That makes no sense,” Siry cried. “Where are they?”
“I don’t know/’ I answered.”There’s so much about Halla we don’t know. Who created the flumes? What power controls them? How can Saint Dane do the things he does? He’s a Traveler. We’re Travelers. We may be more like him than we know. I don’t think Travelers can die, at least not the way we think of it.”
“That’s just crazy,” he shouted.
“I know, but I think it’s true. Uncle Press promised me I’d see him again. I believe him. Maybe that time has come.”
Siry shook his head. He didn’t want to accept what I was saying.
“Trust me, I don’t want to do this,” I added. “But I think it’s the only way to save Ibara. And Veelox. And Halla.”
“Let me do it,” Siry said with conviction. “This is my territory. It’s my fault all this happened anyway.”
“It’s not!” I exclaimed. “If not for you and the Jakills, Ibara never would have had a chance. Once this battle is over, the people are going to need you. You’ve got to help rebuild Ibara and Veelox. Beating Saint Dane and the dados is only the beginning. You and Genj and the others will be the new pilgrims.”
“What will the Travelers do without you?” he cried.
“I don’t think they will be without me. The same way that I’ve felt Uncle Press was with me these past years, I think I’ll still be with them, and with you. Believe me, if there was any other way, I’d-“
“Wait,” Siry said. He was staring at something on the ground. “Maybe there is another way.”
I looked to where he was staring. Lying there was a bow that one of the archers dropped as he fled from the tunnel.
“Maybe you’re right about everything,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe we’re illusions. Maybe we can’t die. But you don’t know for sure. You cant know. I say we put off finding out.”
I understood what he meant. There was another way. “Go back,” I said quickly. “Get the arrows. I’ll place the tak.”
Siry didn’t hesitate. He turned and ran back toward the mountain. That’s when we heard the first explosion from above. The final battle had begun. Siry stopped and looked back at me, saying, “You will wait for me, right?’
“Hurry.”
He was off, sprinting back the way we had come. I meant every word I said to him. I was prepared to find out the truth about the Travelers. Was I totally sure that I would somehow live on? No. But I was ready to take the risk. In some ways that felt like giving up. It was a drastic act of desperation to beat Saint Dane. If there was a way to beat him without going that far, I wanted to take it. Siry might have found that way.
I picked up one of the crates and hurried along the tunnel. I wished I could have taken them both, but it would have been too heavy, and I didn’t want to risk dropping one. It was another fifty yards before I reached the intersection that was under the kill zone. A few more explosions went off above. Sand rained down on me from the concussions. Though the battle had begun, the explosions were few and far between. Alder was being smart. He didn’t want them to know it was a trap. The full assault hadn’t begun. The dados hadn’t arrived in force. We still had time.
I placed the first crate of tak on the ground at the intersection of the tunnel that lead to the mountain and the tunnel that ran parallel to the shore. Before going back for the second, I pulled the dado weapon from the back of my shirt. I wouldn’t need it anymore. I could run faster without it. I dropped it on the ground next to the crate and sprinted back for the next load. More explosions sounded from above. Things were getting hotter. Siry had to hurry. I got to the second crate, picked it up, and hurried back to the intersection. When I arrived, I decided to place the second crate on top of the first. Raising the height would help our plan. It was done. The trap was set. I was about to turn and run back for the bow, when I realized something was wrong.
The dado weapon was gone. I looked around quickly. Was I crazy? I knew I’d put it down right by the crate just a minute before. Did it roll away? I heard a scraping sound come from the tunnel off to my left. I crouched down on full alert and gazed into the darkness. The tunnel was empty except for the ladders that led up to the lookout points.
“Hello?” I called. “Are you all right?” I figured it was one of the archers who was hurt and got left behind. I had to get him out of there fast. Leaving him there would be a death sentence. I heard shuffling footsteps. Somebody was definitely there.
“Hey, you’ve got to get out of here,” I called. “There’s going to be a-“
The words caught in my throat when I saw who it was. Or I should say what it was. Walking stiffly from out of the darkness was a dado. I figured it must have somehow dug its way into the tunnel from above. It was one of the surviving dados from the first wave of the invasion. It moved strangely, as if its circuits were scrambled. It held my dado weapon, leaning on it like a crutch for support. I didn’t know what to do. The machine was acting all wacky, as if it were on its last legs. I relaxed, thinking it would take a couple more steps and then… lights out.
I was wrong. Without warning, the dado attacked. It swung the rod at me. I ducked and felt the sharp breeze as it whistled by, barely missing my head. Its next shot didn’t miss. It whipped the metal rod back and cuffed me across the forehead, sending me reeling. I hit the far wall of the tunnel hard. Before I could get my feet under me, the dado came at me, holding the rod out like a spear. It was going to stab me. I threw myself backward. The tip of the rod dug into the wall where my body had been a second before.
I grabbed the rod with both hands and drove myself backward, bending my legs and digging in my heels. The dado didn’t expect that. It held on to the rod and came with me. The two of us staggered together, until I lost my balance and fell back, pulling the dado along. We both crashed to the ground next to the crates of tak. If we had landed on them, well, the fight would have ended with a bang. The dado and I were jumbled together in a heap, clutching the weapon. Neither had control.
The dado’s movements were jerky and rough. There was definitely something haywire with its system that must have affected its thinking, too, because it made a fatal mistake. It let go of the rod with one hand to punch me in the head. It clocked me pretty good. Man, I saw stars. But I didn’t let go of the rod. I knew it was the one thing that would save me. I somehow kept my wits, and as the dado cocked back to hit me again, I twisted the rod out of its grasp. It swung again. This time I drove my legs and sprang out of the way. The dado hit nothing but air, and I was on my feet. I had the weapon. The dado followed through with the punch and landed on its back. I stood over it with the rod. The fight was over. Grasping the weapon firmly, I drove it into the dado’s chest. Instantly the lights went out. The dado lay lifeless with the weapon pointing straight up. I staggered back, still dizzy from taking so many shots. Still, I wasn’t so dizzy that it kept me from hearing a mechanical, wheezing sound behind me.
I spun quickly to see another dado approach. This one looked even worse than the last. It walked on stiff legs, as if its knee joints were fused, and its head twitched sharply, as if it were trying to focus but couldn’t. One of its arms was blown off. This thing would have been no threat… except that it held a weapon. In its one good hand it grasped one of the golden rifles I figured was Quillan. Slowly, painfully, it lifted the weapon toward me. I was too far away to attack.
I dove for the dead dado, and the rod. I yanked it out of the dead machine, reared back, and heaved it like a spear. The weapon sailed across the tunnel and found its mark. I nailed the second dado right in the stomach. It never got the gun to shooting level. It was dead on its feet, literally. The dado hung there for a moment, then crumpled into a heap. Done.
Several more explosions sounded above. The battle was intensifying. Part of me wanted to end it right there and set off the tak, but it might have been too soon. And Siry might have been on his way back.
And the second dead dado had a gun!
