“Seattle seemed to be holding its own.” He didn’t mention Portland.
I handed him another bottle of water, which he sipped in carefully controlled doses. I tried to emulate him, though I wanted to guzzle it as quickly as the first. My body seemed deeply starved for moisture. “We need a day off,” I said, and that startled a low, bitter laugh from him. “Perhaps a vacation.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “On a nice white sand beach, with the sun shining and a cool breeze blowing. Turquoise blue ocean. Maybe a couple of palm trees. Definitely some cold
It sounded peaceful, I had to admit, though I had no real experience of the sort of thing he was speaking about; I’d seen photographs, and I could imagine it would seem relaxing. “Perhaps it would be a bit dull for us,” I said. That got a less bitter chuckle.
“Girl, I’m definitely hoping for dull. Way too much adrenaline on this ride for me, you know?” He put his arm around me, and for a moment, at least, I felt as if I could breathe easily. Luis had that effect on me, though I don’t think it was any sort of magic. Just… love.
Its own kind of magic, most likely.
We finished our water, made sure the children had finished theirs, and then began the sweaty, brutal work again. A hundred feet became fifty, then twenty, then ten.
And then we broke through into a cavernous space, dark and echoing, and heard a glad outcry from the other side. The first opening was small, but not too small for a dirty arm to be thrust through, to grab Luis’s hand. The babble of words from the other side made it impossible to pick out anything in particular, so Luis pulled free, bent lower, and yelled, “Get back, all of you! Coming through!” He waited for another fifteen long seconds, then said, “Here goes!” and sent a last shockwave of power through the wall of tightly packed clay and till, and it crumbled in a shower and pulled into a pile behind the four of us. As the dust settled into a dull gray cloud, I was snatched into a desperate hug from a woman I didn’t know; she quickly abandoned me to throw her arms around Luis, but I was instantly assaulted by yet another grateful Warden. There were too many of them, and all too grateful.
No one tried to hug Alvin, and those who dared approach Edie received a furious glare that warned them off. After the first rush of overwhelming glee, the Wardens began to sort themselves out into individuals for me.… The one with the most presence seemed to be the smallest, a middle-aged man with a barrel chest, dressed in the grubby remains of a quite nice business suit. The tie was long gone, but he’d kept the jacket, and his pale blue shirt remained relatively clean. “Thank you all,” he said, and held up his hands for quiet. The chatter among the other Wardens died down, as if they had become used to following his lead; that surprised me, because there was a strong-faced older woman in the group who I’d have pegged as a natural leader at first glance. There were two other women, one thin and athletic, one much rounder, but taller. The other two men were as different as possible from each other; one was a sullen-looking young man in a battered T-shirt and mud-caked jeans, and the other was a silver-haired, dignified old gentleman in walking shorts and a brightly colored, squarishly cut shirt. “Thank you so much for coming for us. We were starting to think we’d been left for dead.”
“Not at all,” Luis said. “Believe me, you’re needed up top. It’s our job to get you back in the fight.”
“It’s still a fight?” The older man looked surprised. “I thought it’d be over by now.”
“If it was over, they wouldn’t be here to get us,” the horse-faced woman said, and offered her hand to me. “I’m Salvia Owens.” Under the coating of grime, her skin was a dark brown, and her eyes seemed to have a green tint to them in the glow of Luis’s self-contained, floating light, which had brightened to show the group.
I shook and said, “Cassiel, and this is Luis.”
“I’m Mel,” the man in the business suit said. “That’s Will, Carson, Naomi and Phyllis—Phyl, for short. And the kids…?”
“Edie and Alvin,” I said. “It’s a long story, and we don’t have time for it now.”
“Why not?” Edie asked. “What were you going to say about us? That we’re freaks? We are,” she confided, looking straight at Mel. “I’m stronger than you are. Or you. Or you.” She singled out the Weather Wardens in the group. Mel frowned a little, but he must have sensed that she wasn’t lying, because he gave Luis and me an uneasy glance. “And don’t even ask about Alvin. You don’t want to know what he is. Better hope he doesn’t show you.” She held up her hand, palm out toward Alvin, and he smacked it, though not as if he was in any way exultant. Merely meeting her expectations of behavior.
There was something of me in him, I realized, something of a stranger trapped in a world he didn’t understand, or truly fit inside. Sad. By any logic, that should have brought us closer together—we outcasts should stick together.
But not this time. What drove us was so very, very different.
“Is anyone here in need of medical help?” I asked the Wardens. They seemed grateful for the change of subject, but no one had significant injuries or problems. Remarkable, but they’d had access to clean, clear water; there was a large, still, dark pool in the middle of their cave. The Fire Wardens had kept clean-burning warmth available, and the Weather Wardens had scrubbed the air to keep it breathable.
Altogether, a successful isolation, though it couldn’t have gone on forever. For one thing, they’d run out of food, and that was something neither Weather nor Fire could manufacture from stone and water. We shared energy bars all around—two per person—and explained what we’d be doing on the way back up—it was similar to how we’d descended, but theoretically, it would be easier, since the earth and rock had already been loosened. Theoretically.
Luis touched me on the shoulder, as I drained another bottle of water. “Cass,” he said. “I know we probably ought to start back; there’s no time to waste, but—”
“But we need to rest,” I said, relieving him of the burden of confessing it. He hated to seem weak to me, or to anyone, but I could sense his exhaustion, and my own body was in no better condition. “I agree, but I think these people are ready to leave this place.”
“Oh, we can wait,” Mel said. “We need the food and time to get it in our systems anyway. No sense in starting this completely drained—believe me, I know how hard it is. Rest for a while.” He moved off to another part of the cave and sat down to distribute the extra food we’d brought. They fell to it with enthusiasm.
Luis sank down next to me and stretched out with a soul-deep groan. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this bad,” he said. “Though I keep saying that around you. How come what we do never involves beaches and suntan oil, anyway?”
I smiled. “Have you seen how pale my skin is?”
He cracked an eyelid and gave me an all-over assessment. “Oh, yeah. You’re Snow White,
Edie and Alvin were huddled together, whispering; I didn’t like that, but they weren’t doing anything overtly dangerous or suspicious. “Luis,” I said. “Get up.”
“I just got down here!”
“Follow my lead.”
He sighed. “Don’t I always?”
I slipped the canvas bag containing extra supplies off my shoulders and retrieved Rashid’s glass bottle from inside; I slipped it back inside my jacket and zipped it closed, holding it firmly in place. Edie and Alvin had stopped whispering, and they both looked up as I approached, with Luis only a step behind me.
“Are you hungry?” Edie broke apart an energy bar and passed the boy a piece.
“Not right now,” I said. I moved fast, laying my hands on both their hands, and sent power racing through their nervous systems, triggering instant unconsciousness—at least, in theory. Alvin switched off like a light, his small body sliding to the side.
Edie didn’t go down. My damaged hand had bled off some of the power, and as she batted it away, scrambled to her feet, and reached for power that would sear my flesh from brittle, baking bones, I saw my death in her eyes, saw it closely…
… And then she gasped in surprise, and her eyes closed, and she toppled. Luis, who’d brushed the back of her head with his palm, caught her and laid her carefully down next to Alvin.
Then he turned on me. “What the
“It had to be done,” I said. “If you want to rest safely, they had to be under control. You know that. They’re not hurt.”
I said that last for the benefit of the other Wardens, who had jumped up in confusion and alarm. They didn’t like it, but after a moment, one by one, they took their seats again.
