The adults' monolithic, metal juggernaut and the two naval ships flanking it looked “not an hour away,” according to Peter, so nervous chatter and more work songs passed among the children.
Rosemary, while playing lookout and patrolling the roof of the castle, called out, “Peter, it's the redskins!”
The Hoffman girls had already informed Peter of the rebuilt redskin tribe, but he had not yet seen them. Gwen had suggested they collude with the redskins in order to better coordinate Neverland's defenses, but Peter had refused. He claimed the redskins' manner of warfare was too foreign and complex to integrate into their own plans. Left to their own devices, however, some of the redskins sought out the lost children on the beach.
Lookouts and snipers stayed in position, but Peter and curious Hollyhock led a small greeting party down to meet Chief Dark Sun and the six redskins in his company.
“Greetings, Chief Dark Sun!” Peter called. “What say you—is today a good day to die?”
The Chief looked at the sky, and the reluctant purple colors beginning to populated it. “Yes, yes I think so,” he answered, “but it is also a good day to live. We have come to wish you luck. Should any of the white man slip past your castle and come into the forest, we will be waiting for them.”
Peter nodded. “Good.”
“This is Great Waters.” Chief Dark Sun introduced the firm-faced man, covered in a cascading series of bone necklaces. “He will assist you on the shore and be our look-out, if that agrees with you.
“Certainly.”
A distant scream came: “PETER!”
Gwen had almost gotten used to hearing children scream for Peter. Almost, but not quite—especially when it was Rosemary screaming.
They turned and saw her on the sand castle's roof, but a startling, inhuman cry forced their eyes onto what she saw.
It flew like a bird and cawed like an eagle, but its giant wingspan belonged to no earthly creature. A faint and translucent blue, the massive animal appeared like an apparition. The woman riding it, however, looked as alive as day.
The hawk spirit landed on the beach beside the lost children and redskins, its feathers swirling like smoke. Blood-red beads dangled on the leather tassels of her dress as Tiger Lily dismounted the bird, setting foot on Neverland for the first time in the many long years since she had been a child.
“Tiger Lily!” Peter cried, too happy to muster any other greeting.
“Peter!” she called.
They ran to each other, and Tiger Lily bent down and pulled him tight against her as they hugged.
“You've returned!” Peter announced. “How?”
“I have Flying Hawk to thank for that,” Tiger Lily told him. Her translucent bird cawed again at the sound of its name. Running Fox approached the spirit bird and reached out to touch its beak. The smoke curled away and his hand passed through it, but the bird cooed and flapped its wispy wings in recognition.
Peter and Tiger Lily hurried through a conversation they had little time for. Gwen watched, standing beside Chief Dark Sun. “I thought you said Tiger Lily could never return,” she said. “Didn't you tell me that she had spent too long in reality to live as a redskin again?”
His face stayed even, but his eyes looked heavy with joyful tears he would not cry. “Things are rarely as they seem to us,” he nebulously answered.
Tiger Lily caught Dark Sun's eye, and let go of Peter to embrace her father. She ran to him on fast feet and hugged him with all the energy of the child she had been when she last saw him.
“You have grown so well,” he told her.
“And you have not changed,” she told him. Looking up at her father's face, she said, “You are still so tall to me!”
He gave a gentle laugh, and patted his daughter's hair. Tiger Lily had grown up, but her black braids shone in the early light and the war paint covering her face was as bright as her smile.
“Why did you come back?” Jam asked.
“To fight for Neverland!” she announced. The children cheered. “And to save Peter's skin, of course.”
Peter turned prickly. “I don't need saving.”
“You need more saving than any boy I've ever met,” Tiger Lily told him, crossing her arms. “You'd be dead seven times over if it weren't for me.
“I've saved your life more times than you saved mine,” Peter defended. “I've saved your life forty-two times.”
“Peter, you're making up numbers again.”
“No I'm not!” he insisted. “Forty-two is a real number!”
His loyal lost children babbled in agreement. Tiger Lily only laughed.
Suddenly, the ground shook. The spasm of an earthquake was not destructive, only disorienting. “What was that?” Gwen yelled.
“They've broken Neverland's barrier,” Peter announced. “Everyone, positions!”
The lost children needed no encouragement, and flew to the sand castle to see the ships now that they were past the first peripheral defense the Never Tree projected around the island.
The redskins stole into the dark of the forest and prepared their ambushes. Peter and Tiger Lily shared a look of distress. The boundless childhood they had shared on this island had vanished many years ago. If they did not act swiftly and smartly today, the island and all the boundless childhoods it still contained would vanish, too. She grabbed him and kissed his forehead. “Stay safe, Peter.”
“And miss all the fun?” he asked.
She gave him the sad smile her life had taught her to perfect, and then ran after the rest of her tribe.
Gwen made sure Rosemary got off the sand castle's roof and
