“No?” Saint Dane taunted. “The union between a creature of Halla and a spirit from Solara is just… unnatural. Then again, it is typical of your way of thinking. No thought to what is right. Or to the future consequences of your actions.” He looked right at me and declared, “And yet you still wonder why you’ve lost the battle.”
Saint Dane walked toward Mark, who hadn’t yet budged. I’d almost forgotten about him. “Go away, Pendragon. Go back to your dying world and stop fighting a battle you lost so long ago.”
Nevva gently pulled away from Elli. She stood up straight, regaining her composure. “Is it true?” she called to Saint Dane.
Saint Dane glanced at her. “Are you speaking to me?” he asked with surprise.
“The dado army,” Nevva continued. “Pendragon says that you have created another large force.”
Saint Dane stared at Nevva as if he couldn’t believe she was questioning him. He stepped away from Mark to face her. “I have not created a large force. We have. Ravinia has. You are part of Ravinia, or have you forgotten?”
“Of course I haven’t forgotten. I just don’t understand why I wasn’t informed.”
“I’m sorry, Nevva. I wasn’t aware that I needed to consult you on every decision I make. Forgive me.” His comment dripped with sarcasm.
“To what end?” Nevva persisted.
This was getting interesting. Nevva was questioning Saint Dane. I’d never heard anyone do that before. Other than me, of course.
Saint Dane stiffened. “I don’t believe I appreciate your tone, sweet Nevva.”
Nevva left her mother and walked toward Saint Dane. She stood directly in front of him, still waiting for a direct answer. I was mesmerized.
“Must we discuss this here?” he asked in a low voice. He stole a quick look to me, as if to check whether I was watching.
I didn’t budge, but my pulse was racing. Nevva was actually challenging Saint Dane. I wondered if it was because of the way he had insulted Elli. Or because he had more or less called her an unnatural mutant. Didn’t matter to me either way. I was loving it. Saint Dane was off balance. That didn’t happen often. Nevva had drawn blood. I figured I should rub some salt into the wound.
“It’s a good question,” I said. “If this war is over, why are you building another army?”
Saint Dane walked to me and looked me in the eye. He was still taller than I was, but not by much. I wasn’t threatened by his physical presence anymore. I didn’t flinch.
“Because I can” was his simple, blunt answer. I chuckled.
“You find that amusing?” he asked.
I turned my back to him and faced Nevva. “See? Whatever lofty ideals this guy had, they are long gone. Now it’s all about power. His power.” I imitated him, saying, ‘“Because I can’! Ooh! What a badass!” I looked back to Saint Dane and scoffed. “Look at him. New hair. New face. Living in a palace. An outfit that makes him look like some goofy Disney prince-not that you know what that is, but trust me, it’s a joke.” I stood next to Elli and continued, “And he isn’t above insulting a harmless lady like your mom. I don’t know what kind of new Halla you think he’s going to create, Nevva, but if you believe he’s worried about anything more than elevating himself to some exalted position of power, you’re dreaming.”
Nevva looked unsure. For her, that was huge.
Elli must have seen it too. “There’s still time, Nevva,” she said. “You can still do the right thing.”
“No!” Nevva snapped at her mother. “You don’t have the right to say that. You gave that up a long time ago.”
“Not because I wanted to,” Elli replied. The words pained her. “I wasn’t capable of raising you.”
“But you’re capable of jumping around Halla with the Travelers.”
Elli dropped her head, as if embarrassed. “It’s what I was born to do.”
“Really?” Nevva pressed, upset. “What about me? What was I born to do?”
Elli didn’t have an answer. She looked defeated.
“I guess that’s pretty much what we’ve been fighting over,” I said. “Is our destiny chosen for us? Or do we have a choice in the matter? What do you think, Nevva? If you had to do it all over again, what choices would you make?”
Nevva was shaken up. Things weren’t happening the way she expected. She whirled on Saint Dane. “What is the army for?” she demanded.
Saint Dane was back in control. His emotions were in check.
“You know as well as I. As do Pendragon and his kind. Let’s drop the charade. The remaining exiles of Ravinia must be dealt with the way that was originally intended.”
“No!” Nevva shouted. “We were to leave the territory untouched. Unspoiled. This is not the way!”
“No territory is unspoiled, Nevva,” Saint Dane explained patiently. “I was willing to allow you your little experiment, but circumstances have changed. They should have died, Nevva. You know that as well as I. One day we will learn how that mistake occurred, but as of this moment all that matters is that we have located them, and now we must cleanse Halla of their influence.”
Nevva was trembling. She looked to be on the verge of tears.
Saint Dane gave her a twisted smile. “Don’t you agree?”
Nevva started to answer, but stopped herself. She dropped her eyes to the floor. In a small voice she said, “Of course.”
That was it. Everything we feared was true. Saint Dane had found the exiles and was planning to wipe them out. There was only one piece of the puzzle still missing.
“Where are they?” I asked casually.
Saint Dane gave me a sly smile. “Oh? You don’t know?”
Oops. I was kind of hoping that since we were going to “drop the charade,” everything was out in the open. Guess not. Now Saint Dane knew that we still hadn’t found the exiles. I had made a huge tactical blunder.
Saint Dane strolled toward Mark. “I do realize that in large part the situation we now face is of my own doing. I should have seen to it personally that the dissenters from Second Earth were properly handled. But mistakes happen, don’t they, Pendragon?”
“You mean you should have personally killed them. Nice. Really glad to hear that you’re planning on running your own universe. Should be a real fun place.”
Saint Dane shrugged. My sarcasm was lost on him. “No matter. My lack of diligence has only prolonged the inevitable.”
“You are just ghastly,” Elli gasped.
Nevva kept her eyes on the floor.
Saint Dane continued, “And now I must decide what to do about our situation right here. I don’t believe there is anything you can do to stop me, Pendragon. Yet there have been so many times in the past where you have surprised me.” He raised a finger and wagged it at me playfully. “You are quite the resourceful young spirit.”
I wanted to grab his bony finger and break it off.
“Of course you know that you and Elli can leave here at any time, if you’re willing to use what little spirit is left of Solara. I feel confident that you won’t.”
“Really?” I asked defiantly. “Why’s that?”
Saint Dane kicked aside the green blanket that had been covering an unconscious Mark.
“My good friend Mark Dimond. Strangely enough, Eve spent more time with him than anyone else in Halla. Even more than you, Pendragon. I’ve grown quite fond of Mark. Such a pity that I’ll have to execute him.”
“What!” I screamed.
I went for Saint Dane, but only got two steps closer before I felt strong hands holding me back. Two Ravinian guards had slipped into the room without my realizing it.
“He is part of an annoying group of guerrillas here on Third Earth,” Saint Dane explained. “They’ve stolen weapons, food, even helicopters. Any one of those offenses is punishable by death.”
“You can’t kill him!” I shouted. I stopped worrying about appearing cool and in control.
Saint Dane looked at me with wide, innocent eyes. “And why not?”
“Because it’s murder,” I shot back. “And… and he was your friend! You may have been using him, but that didn’t mean you didn’t like each other. I know he liked you. Or Andy Mitchell.”