“Have you let the General know that Juliana is in Farnham?”
“No,” Thomas said. “I don’t think I can.”
“Why not? Wasn’t that the point of dangling Ms. Lawson off the roof of this building?”
“I promised Sasha I wouldn’t say anything to the General.” Even as he said it, the excuse sounded ridiculous. What did one little promise matter, when it meant the possibility of Juliana’s return? And yet, he was incapable of breaking it. He put great stock in the power of a person’s word, and he wouldn’t break his own, especially when it came to Sasha.
“Then how do you propose to get Juliana back?”
“I have no idea,” Thomas said. “I was hoping you might be able to help me with that.”
“You want me to falsify intelligence?” Dr. Moss feigned disappointment, but Thomas knew full well that he enjoyed the promise and challenge of subterfuge. Plus, he hated the General, for a specific reason Thomas had never been able to pry out of him, and he looked for any opportunity to spite him, even secretly.
“Can you?”
“I can certainly try. Does Ms. Lawson know exactly where she is?”
“No. But she does know they’re keeping Juliana in a farmhouse somewhere.”
“Oh, wonderful. Only a handful of farms in Farnham,” Dr. Moss said. Farnham, while not nearly as technologically advanced as its neighbor to the east, had a much more substantial agricultural industry than the UCC, due to the fertility of its soil. Trying to find Juliana in a farmhouse would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
“They’ll be near the border,” Thomas told him. “Close enough to a major metropolis, and not far from the Tattered City. I’d say that narrows it down to the Louisiana Region, within a hundred miles of Adastra.”
“Hmph.” Dr. Moss was struggling to look put out, but Thomas knew he would have fun coming up with a clever way to trick the General into thinking the KES had uncovered a lead as to Juliana’s location.
“You’d better watch yourself around that girl, Thomas,” Mossie warned.
“What do you mean?”
“Your loyalty to her makes me nervous,” the scientist said. “If I know the General—and I do—he’s watching you both closely. If you give him any reason to doubt you, he’ll take you off Operation Starling, or worse.”
“I don’t consider my loyalties compromised,” Thomas said. Dr. Moss scoffed. “I’m just trying to do what’s best for everyone. Sasha’s afraid that if the General knows she’s got a direct line to Juliana, he’ll never let her go back home. I had to promise to keep it a secret so that she would feel comfortable enough to tell me about it in the first place! What choice did I have? I’m not trying to hide any information, I’m just … omitting how I got it.”
“You know well enough the General isn’t the type to split hairs,” Dr. Moss said. “He won’t care about any of that. And, for what it’s worth, the analog is probably right—he would keep her here. He wouldn’t risk sending her back to Earth knowing what she can do, and to be honest, I’d rather she didn’t go back, either. Imagine what we could discover about analogs and the tandem if we could study her.”
“No!” Thomas put his hands on Dr. Moss’s shoulders, swiveling him around so that they were facing each other. He stared intently into Dr. Moss’s eyes. “You cannot tell him. Sasha goes home in four days, maybe less if we can find Juliana before then. She goes home. That’s what she wants. I’m not going to be the one to screw that up for her, and neither are you. We’re responsible for the fact that she’s even here. We owe her.”
Dr. Moss sighed. “You may be right. But I won’t say I haven’t thought about it.”
“Well, stop thinking about it, because it’s not going to happen. I won’t let it.”
Moss regarded him for a long while. Finally, he said, “Did you volunteer for this assignment, Thomas?”
The question took Thomas aback. “What do you mean?”
“You say you’re responsible for Sasha Lawson being here,” Dr. Moss said. “And that’s certainly true in a way. But did you want to do it? That is what I’m asking.”
“Not especially.” In fact, he’d fought tooth and nail against it; he’d wanted a place on Juliana’s search-and-rescue team, but the General hadn’t given him the option.
“And what did you do when the General told you he was sending you to Earth to seduce and kidnap a sixteen-year-old girl?”
Thomas glared at him. “Don’t say it like that, you know that’s not how it was.”
“Wasn’t it? Your heart’s not in this, Thomas; anyone who’s known you as long as the General has can see that. Go ahead, talk all you want about how this is a necessary evil to ensure peace between Farnham and the Commonwealth, but you don’t believe it, do you?”
Thomas rubbed the back of his neck in agitation. “You really think the General knows?” Mossie nodded. “So why give me the assignment in the first place?”
Mossie hesitated, which spoke volumes. The man never missed an opportunity to expound his own opinions.
“You’d better tell me,” Thomas said fiercely.
Mossie took a deep breath. “Sending you through the tandem to retrieve the analog was a trial run,” he said. “He needed to know that you could do it, that it could be done at all.”
“What are you talking about?” Thomas demanded. “A trial run for what?”
“Much as I hate to admit this, the General is a smart man,” Mossie continued. “He sees what’s coming, and he has something special planned for you.”
“What is coming?” Thomas was growing more and more exasperated. It was just like Dr. Moss to confide half truths, to speak in riddles.
“We may not be the only universe that has developed the technology to pass through the tandem,” Mossie told him, avoiding Thomas’s eyes. Mossie was hiding something from him, something big, but Thomas knew from experience that prying information out of him was impossible—he would have to wait for Mossie to offer it up. “And on the off chance that we are, we won’t be for long. Soon enough, land disputes and treaties with Farnham will be the least of our worries. The future of war is interuniversal, and he intends for you to help him fight it.”
TWENTY-FIVE
“ ‘And then, that hour the star rose up, the clearest, brightest star, that always heralds the newborn light of day, the deep-sea-going ship made landfall on the island … Ithaca, at last.’ ”
“Angel eyes,” the king said, as if in response.
I let The Odyssey fall closed in my lap and sat back in my chair, watching the king’s fingers weave the air in front of him. His bed had been adjusted so that he appeared to be sitting up; the queen claimed he liked it that way, though how she could’ve known that was anyone’s guess. I glanced over at Callum, to see how he was handling all this; I was growing used to the king’s idiosyncrasies, but I knew from experience how jarring it could be for the first time. I’d warned Callum about it, and he seemed to be handling it fine, though he was a bit on edge.
“This must be incredibly scintillating for you,” I said. He gave me a nervous smile.
“It’s nice,” he replied. “That you do this, I mean. For him.”
I shrugged. “I’m not even sure he can hear me.”
“Even if he can’t,” Callum said. “It’s sweet.” He sat forward as if he wanted to touch me, but he was sitting on the opposite side of the king’s bed, too far away to take my hand. “Besides, it’s a good book. Nothing wrong with the classics.”
“This is my first time,” I told him, realizing only after I said it that I might’ve found a better way to phrase it.