“You’ve done your part,” I said. “You should return to Denduron.”
Alder picked up the short, metal rod that was the Rokador weapon. With his size and white skin, he still looked very much like a Rokador. There was no sense in dressing him like a Ghee.
“I am a Traveler,” Alder said. “That is reason enough. Loor helped us save Denduron; it is time to return the favor.”
I looked to Loor. She nodded.
I took Osa’s stave and flipped it over my back until it was firmly wedged into the leather harness that Saangi had fitted to me. I’d like to say that I felt all sorts of menacing with my armor and weapon, but after all the grueling training I had been through, the one thing nobody prepared me for was walking around with a big old stick strapped to my back. Talk about awkward! It took me a while to figure out how to position it so I could turn around without whacking somebody. The first time I moved, I nearly beaned Alder.
He laughed and said, “We are on the same side again, remember?”
“Sorry,” I said, embarrassed. Yeah, I was a badass warrior all right. I felt more like one of the Three Stooges. “Why didn’t you guys teach me how to deal with this?” I said, turning around comically, nearly hitting Loor and Saangi, deliberately. Both ducked out of the way and laughed.
“This is a whole nother skill,” I said, laughing. I spun quickly. Alder had to duck or he would have gotten hit. He laughed. “Oops, sorry!” I said, joking. I turned to help him up, nearly hitting Loor and Saangi again. I spun back to them. “Oh, I’m sorry!” I was having fun, for the first time since I could remember. We all were. Even Saangi. To be honest, it wasn’t all that funny, but when you don’t have much else to laugh about, you take the yuks where you can get them. I spun around the room a few more times, pretending to apologize to one person for nearly hitting them while nearly whacking another one behind me until finally, I hit Alder. He lurched forward, overdoing it. We all laughed. He staggered a few steps, and we all kept laughing until I registered the look on Alder’s face. He wasn’t laughing. This was no joke.
“Jeez, man, I’m sorry,” I said. “Did I really nail you?”
Alder’s eyes were wide with shock. He fell to his knee, and turned until we all saw something that made the party stop as quickly as if somebody had flipped off a light switch.
Sticking out of Alder’s shoulder was a steel arrow.
The four of us froze. It made no sense. I hadn’t seen anything like this on Zadaa before. But Loor had.
“Tiggens!” Loor shouted. “We are being attacked!”
JOURNAL #21
(CONTINUED)
ZADAA
Zing! Another arrow flew through the doorway, whizzed across the room, and imbedded itself into the far wall. “Down!” Loor shouted.
We all hit the ground. Loor tackled Alder, making sure that he was out of harm’s way.
“Is this it?” I asked in a strained whisper. “Has the war begun?”
“No,” Saangi answered. “I was in Xhaxhu this morning. There was no plan to attack.”
“Then maybe the Rokador are striking first,” I said.
“That would be suicide,” Loor answered. “And even if they were, why would they attack us out here in the desert?”
Good point. Whoever was attacking, this wasn’t about the conflict between the Batu and the Rokador. This was about us. Oh joy.
“I am all right,” Alder said, though I could tell he was gritting his teeth in pain. I could see a blossom of red spreading out from the arrow, soaking his white Rokador tunic. “Leave me here,” he said. “Take the battle to them.”
Loor didn’t have to be told twice. She rolled across the floor toward the back window and crouched up on her feet, ready to go. “Stay with him, Pendragon,” she said. A moment later she sprang up and launched herself out the window.
I had to make a quick decision. Was I going to stay here with Alder and hope Loor could protect us? Or was now the time to step up to the plate and use my new skills? I looked at Alder. I think the look in my eyes told him what my decision was.
“You are ready,” was all he said, as if to assure me. “Be careful.”
“Stay with him, Saangi,” I ordered, and rolled for the back window as I had seen Loor do.
“Loor told you to stay here!” Saangi protested.
“And nowI’mtellingyouto stay here,” I shot back. As I stood under that window, I realized that my earlier fight with Loor wasn’t my final exam after all. That was only a pop quiz. My true final exam was about to be given now, and this time it wasn’t against a friend. Was I ready? It didn’t matter. Failing this test would mean death.
I leaped up and hoisted myself out the window. I’d forgotten that Osa’s stave was still in the sling on my back. As I went through the opening, I caught one end of the weapon on the window frame. It threw me off balance, and I ended up tumbling down and hitting the ground, back first. This time being clumsy with the weapon wasn’t so funny. I didn’t have time to feel dumb, though. I quickly jumped up and threw myself against the wall, bracing myself to get hit with one of those steel arrows. A quick look around told me I was alone. I quickly yanked the stave out of the sling and ran to the edge of the building to find Loor.
I got to the corner and cautiously looked around to witness a curious scene. Loor was standing in the middle of the dusty training ground. Facing her were six Tiggen guards, with their goggles on and their heads wrapped. This didn’t look like a warm reunion, like when we met those guys on the farm. Everyone here looked tense, with their legs set wide and their weapons ready. Four of them held steel batons. The fifth had a weapon that looked like a medieval crossbow. Only this thing was loaded with a row of steel arrows. Two of them had already been fired. One was sticking out of Alder’s shoulder. Stranger still, he had the weapon trained on the back of the last Tiggen guard! It was the only guard I recognized, because he had removed his goggles. It was Bokka, Loor’s friend. He stood between Loor and the five others, with a loaded crossbow aimed at his back. I had no idea what was going on, though one thing I was pretty sure of. This was no social call. There was going to be more trouble.
No sooner did I survey the scene, then all hell broke loose. It started with a dark streak flying toward the group. At first I thought it was a bird swooping in, but a quick look showed me that it was Saangi’s wooden stave. She had hurled it at the Tiggen guards like a spear. A second later I saw her sprinting toward the group. She hadn’t followed my instructions and stayed with Alder. No surprise. Saangi wasn’t big on following orders. Then again, I didn’t follow Loor’s orders either, so I shouldn’t criticize. The stave hit the Tiggen with the crossbow, knocking it out of his hands. Instantly Loor attacked. The battle was on. Without taking a second to try and figure out what was happening, I bolted for the group. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I was about to do it.
A quick look told me that Loor was fighting two of the guards. Saangi went after a third. Bokka had turned and tackled the last one, wrestling him for control of his steel baton-weapon. I didn’t understand. What had happened that the Tiggens were now against Bokka? There wasn’t time to analyze. I went after the leader, who was scrambling to pick up his crossbow. He saw me at the last second, flying in with the stave held high. He didn’t have time to pick up the weapon and aim. Instead he grabbed it and threw it at me. I deflected it with no problem, but it gave him time to pull his own steel baton from his belt. I still hadn’t seen how the Tiggen guards used this short weapon. It looked pretty solid and would probably hurt if it made contact. I figured that with my longer stave I could keep him far enough away so I wouldn’t get hit. I’d only be in trouble if I let him inside. Or so I thought.
I can’t say that I flashed back on all the lessons that I had been through over the past few weeks. I didn’t. Except for one. Loor taught me to think like a warrior, and act without thinking. She had trained me well. Every move I made from that point on, I did by instinct. If I had taken the time to think, I’d be dead.