They reached the shore, and still Alia marched forward, Nina trailing by a few steps. The brush growing at the water's edge poked her ankles and pricked her feet. She stepped gingerly, half stumbling. Alia's strong grip held her up.
'It's illegal to swim in that river,' one of the men said sternly. 'That's Government property. We could arrest you for trespassing.'
Alia held out the I.D.'s for his inspection. He took them, glanced at them quickly, then handed them to the other man.
'Well?' the first man said. 'Aren't you scared of being arrested?'
'Oh, please don't arrest us,' Alia said, her little^girl voice sounding even more sweet and childish than ever. 'We're going to visit our grandmother, and we slipped in the mud. We couldn't let her see us like that. We thought we could just wash off quickly — we didn't know we were breaking any laws. We're sorry.'
'Where does your grandmother live?'
'Terrazzine,' Alia said confidently. Nina had never heard of the place.
'Doesn't your sister talk?' the second man said, hand' ing the I.D. cards back to Alia. Alia stuffed them in her pocket.
'No, sir,' Alia said, just as Nina was opening her mouth to answer. Nina closed her mouth and hoped nobody had noticed. 'My sister's mute, sir. And not quite right in the head, if you know what I mean. I have to take care of her, my mother says.'
'Well, you're a brave little thing,' the first man said. 'We'll let you off, this time. But you be careful, and stay on the road from now on, you hear? We're not far from the Population Police prison, you know. I've been saying for years, if any of those prisoners escaped—'
'I know, sir,' Alia said, seeming to quell a shiver of fear. 'My mother has told us about the prison.'
The policemen turned in one direction, and Alia and Nina went the other way. Nina noticed for the first time that Alia had her boots and Nina's looped around her neck, tied together by the shoelaces.
'Here. Let's put our shoes back on, Janice dear,' Alia said, a little too loudly.
Dumbly Nina stuck out first one foot and then the other, and let Alia cram her stockings and boots on. She heard a car roaring away behind her. The policemen were gone.
Nina sagged against a tree in relief. 'What. . how did you—'
'Shh,' Alia said. 'Sometimes they come back and check out your story. It's not safe for you to talk yet. But keep walking.'
She tugged on Nina's hand, and Nina obediently kept pace beside the younger girl. They were walking down the middle of the road now, in plain sight, for anyone to see.
'Can't you explain as we walk?' Nina grumbled, trying not to move her lips.
'Nope,' Alia said.
The sun beat down from overhead. The woods fell away alongside the road, and they walked past scattered houses and scraggly fields. This was countryside Nina had seen twice before — coming to school and then leaving it — but she'd been inside a car and numb with fear both times. She was beyond numbness now. Her mind kept replaying her moments of terror — the water pulling her under, the policeman yelling, 'Come out and show us your I.D.!' And Alia coming to her rescue.
'When it's safe to talk,' Nina said quietly, 'when we meet up with Percy and Matthias again, the three of you are going to tell me everything. And… and I'm going to tell you everything, too.'
Alia flashed her a look that Nina couldn't read. It might have meant, 'Quit talking.' It might have meant, 'You're crazy if you think we're telling you anything.'
But it also might have meant, 'All right. It's time to share.'
lia and Nina had reached the driveway to Harlow I. School for Girls before Alia deemed it safe to talk.
'Is that your school over there?' Alia asked quietly when they rounded a bend in the road.
Nina stared out at the expanse of grass and the imposing three'Story brick building. The school had no windows — that had seemed so natural from the inside, when Nina wasn't used to seeing out windows anyhow. But from the outside the lack of windows looked odd, as if the building were supposed to be a monument or a memorial, not any place that people could live.
'That's it,' Nina said. 'And the woods are behind the school.'
She pointed. Alia nodded and detoured around the school, skulking behind bushes and shrubs.
'What about Percy and Matthias? And. . and our food?' Nina didn't want to seem more concerned about her food sack than the two boys. But it was hard not to be, what with her stomach growling.
'They'll find us,' Alia said confidently.
A few minutes later they entered the coolness of the woods. Alia sat down on a stump, and Nina sank onto the ground beside her. She took off her boots and rubbed her sore feet.
'How far do you think we walked?' Nina asked. 'Couple of miles,' Alia said. 'How did you know how to get here?' 'There aren't that many roads in use anymore,' Alia said. 'Percy thought this would be the right way.' She looked around the woods and said cheerfully, 'This is a nice place.'
'I guess,' Nina said doubtfully. She watched a spider climb into her boot. Were spiders poisonous? Would she survive the Population Police prison, a near drowning, and the long escape only to die of a spider bite?
Alia reached over and shook the spider out of Nina's boot. The spider scampered away.
'Thanks,' Nina muttered. She wondered if she'd ever get used to being outdoors. It didn't seem natural not to have four walls around her, a ceiling above her head, and a solid floor beneath her feet. Jason had always teased the kids who were scared of the woods. No,
Still. The woods were unpleasant enough now, in the warm sunshine. What would they be like when it was raining, or when winter came?
Alia obviously didn't care. She began whistling, sounding as carefree as a bird. Her whistle evidently tricked birds, too, because one called back to her, 'Tweet-tweet,' in answer to her 'Tweet-tweet-tweet.'
And then Nina realized it wasn't another bird, but Percy and Matthias. They stepped up quietly behind her.
'Safe?' Alia asked.
'Safe,' Matthias answered.
The boys sat down beside Nina. As if they'd all agreed ahead of time, Percy opened the food bag and handed out what seemed to be a feast: a box of cereal, a box of raisins, and an apple for everyone. Nina didn't object. Matthias raised his apple like he was making a toast: 'To our new home,' he said.
'To roughing it,' Percy said.
'To Nina's idea,' Alia said.
Nina looked from face to face, then raised her own apple and said, 'To my new friends getting us here safely.'
Eating required full concentration. Chewing and swallowing was such a joy that no one spoke until they were down to the cores of their apples, picking out the last bits of flesh from among the seeds. Then Nina said what she'd worked out during her long, silent walk with Alia.
'The three of you are used to roughing it,' she said. 'I don't know where you lived before you were arrested, but it was outdoors. And I don't know how, but you made fake I.D.'s for third children. That's what Percy and Matthias went to get last night when we were running away. When you brought back the flashlight.'
Nina waited while the other three exchanged glances. Alia nodded, ever so slightly at the other two. 'Yes,' Percy said softly. 'You're right.' 'Why didn't you tell me we had I.D.'s?' Nina asked. 'We could have gone somewhere else if we didn't have to hide. Somewhere with walls and a roof and a floor.'
'Where?' Matthias asked. 'I.D.'s aren't food. They aren't rent money. They aren't adults to answer nosy questions from the Government. I.D. cards are just pieces of plastic.' Nina shrugged. Before she was arrested, she'd never lacked for food or shelter or adult care. All she'd ever missed was a legal identity. She tried a different
