The Lost City of Faar (15 page)

Scribbled on the sheet was one word: “Spader.” In his dying moments Spader's father had written a note to his son. It was odd to see “Spader” written out in normal letters. Since Travelers understood all languages, I suppose we could also understand all
written
language as well.

As Spader took the note I saw Uncle Press put something quickly into his pocket. Spader didn't see it because he was looking at the note. But I did. Uncle Press had taken something else from the dead man's hand and didn't want Spader to see it. He looked at me and gave me a stern look which clearly said: “Don't say anything.”

“What does the note say?” asked Uncle Press.

Spader showed the note to Uncle Press and I looked over his shoulder to see it too. It wasn't a written message; it was a drawing. It was a circular symbol about the size of an Oreo cookie. It looked to me like two interlocking letters from an Asian alphabet. I had no idea what it meant or what it represented.

“Do you know what this means?” asked Uncle Press.

Spader shook his head. Uncle Press handed it back to him and said, “If your father wanted you to have it, it's more important than we realize right now.”

Spader nodded, folded the paper and put it in his pocket. He then looked to my uncle and I saw a change in the aquaneer's eyes. He was no longer in shock. He was totally in control.

“I'm going to find out what happened here,” he said with certainty.

“Good. We're going to help you,” Uncle Press answered.

The moment was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps. A group was headed down the hallway toward us, fast. Seconds later they entered the apartment and I saw it was a group of five aquaneers, headed by Wu Yenza. These guys looked as if they were on a mission. They were all business, and they carried guns. This was the first time I had seen weapons of any sort on Cloral, other than spearguns for fishing. These weapons were sleek, silver rifles with wide barrels.

I would have thought they were kind of cool, if I hadn't been so worried they might be used on us. Yenza had a gun as well, but hers was a silver pistol in a holster on her hip.

She strode purposefully into the bedroom and scanned the scene. When her eyes fell on Spader's father, she cringed with surprise and sorrow.

“I'm sorry, Spader,” she said kindly. “I knew your father. There is much of him in you.”

Spader acknowledged this with a nod.

“Magorran is being evacuated,” she then said, clicking into business mode. “All nonessential personnel must return to Grallion.”

“What's the point?” asked Uncle Press.

“We're sending in a medical team,” she answered quickly. “The habitat will be quarantined until we determine what caused these deaths.”

Good point. If a virus had done this, it could still be hanging around. It was best to leave this to the experts.

“When you get back to Grallion,” she continued, “you will be disinfected. Do not take anything from here. Understand?”

I was sure that the same thought shot through all of our heads. What about the piece of paper with the round symbol on it? Was Spader going to leave it? The answer was
no
. He walked out of the room, past Yenza, without giving up the paper. Uncle Press and I shared glances, then followed him out.

We were escorted back toward the bow of Magorran by two armed aquaneers. We weren't under arrest or anything, they just wanted to make sure we got back quickly. Spader didn't say a word. He walked stiffly, looking straight ahead.

When we got near the crushed bow, I saw there was a
flurry of activity going on. Several more aquaneers had arrived and were putting on bulky suits that made them look as if they were getting ready to handle plutonium. I figured they wanted protection against any nasty microbe that might be on Magorran. I really hoped those suits weren't necessary, because if they were, it would have meant Uncle Press and Spader and I were already infected. Suddenly the idea of being disinfected was sounding pretty good. We had to get back to Grallion, fast.

One of the aquaneers stopped us and said, “We'll get you on a boat for Grallion. Wait here.” He took off, leaving the other aquaneer to make sure we stayed put.

As we stood there I glanced over at the pilot house and saw something strange. Two agronomers were standing outside, away from everyone else. They were arguing. It was the man and woman whom I recognized from Grolo's. The man seemed to be pleading with the woman. He was angry and waved his arms to make his point, but the woman didn't want to listen and kept turning away from him. I had no idea what they were saying because we were too far away, but I wanted to remember what I saw.

A transfer boat brought the three of us back to Grallion. But we weren't allowed to go home right away. They first brought us to a medical building and made us give up our clothes. I think they burned them, because I never saw them again. We were given replacements though. We also had to empty our pockets. This was going to be tricky. It meant giving up my Traveler ring, not to mention Uncle Press's ring and whatever it was he took from Spader's father. I also wondered what Spader was going to do with the note. It could be a vital clue as to what happened on Magorran and I feared it would be destroyed.

The rings proved easy. They were sent through a sterilizer and given back to us. As for the other stuff, I wasn't sure. Before we got dressed we had to shower with some foul-smelling soap that stung my skin. Some medical personnel watched us the whole time to make sure we washed all the nooks and crannies. Nice, huh? To be honest, I didn't mind. I would have scrubbed myself with acid in Yankee Stadium if I thought I might be carrying a microbe that was deadly enough to do the damage I saw on Magorran.

Once we were released, all freshly scrubbed and stinging, we walked back toward Spader's house. Spader wasn't saying much and I figured it was because his thoughts were with his dad. Well, his thoughts may have been with his dad, but that's not why he was so quiet. As soon as we got away from the medical unit, I saw the real reason. He opened his mouth . . . and pulled out the note from his father. He had folded it and got it through without anyone knowing. Smart guy. We asked him to come for dinner, but he wasn't in the mood. He wanted to be alone. Can't say I blame him. Uncle Press and I went back to our apartment and I finally got the chance to talk with him in private.

“What happened over there?” I asked right away. “Was it Saint Dane?”

“It could have been,” answered Uncle Press. “Or it could just have been a horrible accident.”

“Accident?” I shouted. “How many people died on Magorran? Two, three hundred? That was no accident.”

“You might be right, but we've got to look beyond the tragedy here. Saint Dane doesn't wreak havoc just for the sake of it. He always has a plan. If he caused those people to die, it's because it served some overall scheme. Remember, he's about pushing a territory toward chaos. If we're going to find his
hand in this, we've got to figure out what his overall plan is.”

“What about Spader?” I asked. “He's in bad shape. It's going to be hard to tell him about the whole Traveler thing.”

“But he's got to learn soon. He's the only Traveler from Cloral now.”

“You mean he wasn't before?”

“Up until he died, Spader's father was the Traveler. Now it's Spader.”

“Oh, man!” I blurted out. “Spader's father was a Traveler too?”

“Yes,” said Uncle Press softly. “And he was a friend.”

He reached into his pocket and said, “I took this from him, but it belongs to Spader now.” He held up the item he secretly took from Spader's dad and I instantly recognized what it was. It was a Traveler's ring just like mine. The band was made of heavy silver; the stone in the center was slate gray and there was some kind of bizarro engraving around it.

“I want you to give this to him. You'll know when the time is right,” said Uncle Press, as he dropped it in my hand.

I nodded and put the ring in my pocket. I wasn't sure I wanted this responsibility, but Spader was my friend. How could I not do it?

Uncle Press then said, “Spader's father must have known something was going to happen.”

“What makes you say that?”

“The paper he left for Spader. His last act was to get that symbol to his son, the Traveler. It's why I think the deaths on Magorran weren't an accident. There's something bigger going on.”

“What do you think the symbol means?”

“I don't know, but I'll make you a bet: When we find that out, we'll find Saint Dane.”

It was official. The game was on. It looked like Saint Dane had made his first move. But this wasn't like Denduron. There were no obvious good guys and bad guys here. At least not yet, anyway. There was nothing we could do but keep our eyes and ears open—and wait.

The next few days slipped by in a weird haze. Uncle Press and I went back to work, but our hearts weren't in it. It didn't seem like anybody else cared to be working either. Everyone wanted to know what the medical team would find on Magorran. I found myself stopping and staring out at the manu habitat that was anchored a mile away. It looked like a dark storm cloud looming on the horizon. The only signs of life were the several boats that would travel back and forth from Grallion to ferry medical personnel and repair crews.

Repairs were also under way on Grallion. The pilot brought us back to our original position and anchored us there. I heard that the collision with Magorran pushed us nearly ten miles over the ocean. It was important that Grallion return to its home because that's where the underwater farm was.

I tried talking to Spader a few times, but he didn't want company or conversation. I understood, but I also knew he shouldn't be totally alone. It was sad. The loss of his father changed him. He went from being a total extrovert to spending all of his time alone. This wasn't good, so one night I got two bottles of sniggers from Grolo's and paid him a visit.

When I knocked on his door, Spader didn't answer. But I knew he was in there so I let myself in. I found him lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. By the rank smell in there, I guessed he hadn't showered much in the past few days. I didn't say anything though, I just walked in and pressed the bottle of sniggers into his hands.

“Hobey-ho,” I said.

Spader looked up at me and for a moment I didn't think he recognized me. His mind was miles away. But then he focused and smiled. He took the sniggers, too.

“Strange days, Pendragon, my friend,” he said as he sat up.

“Yeah, strange days,” I answered, and we both took a drink of sniggers. It tasted good. I don't think sniggers had alcohol in it, like beer. But it definitely had a sparkle, and that was good.

“What were you thinking about?” I asked.

Of course I knew he was thinking about his dad, but it was as good a way as any to start a conversation. Spader lifted his other hand and I saw that he was holding the piece of green paper with the round symbol. He waved it at me as if to say: “I'm thinking about this.”

“Any idea what it means?” I asked.

“Not a clue,” he answered. “But I know who might.”

“Who?”

“My mum. She's a teacher. Sweetest lady in the world and twice as bright. I gotta get back there . . . tell her about Dad.”

Spader closed his eyes. I wasn't sure if he was going to cry, but I looked away just in case. Things were about to get even worse for him. Here he was faced with the horrible task of telling his mother that her husband, his father, was dead. But there was more. There was the whole Traveler thing. When Spader went back to Panger City to find his mother, was she going to be there? Now that he had become the Traveler from Cloral, was she going to disappear the same as my family? Was he going to lose
both
of his parents? I felt like I had to say something to start getting his mind around the Traveler concept.

“Spader,” I said cautiously. “There's something you should know.”

Spader looked at me. His eyes were red. He wanted words of comfort from me, but I had none to give. As I sat there looking at him, I realized I had no idea of what to say. I needed to explain something that I didn't fully understand myself. Talk about the blind leading the blind.

“What, Pendragon?” he asked.

As I opened my mouth to say . . . I don't know what, Uncle Press entered the apartment. Whoa, big relief. He had bailed me out big time.

“I have news,” he said. “About Magorran.”

Spader and I both sat up in anticipation. We had been waiting for information for days. But one look at Uncle Press told me that it wasn't going to be good news. He looked nervous, and maybe even a little bit angry.

“Let's have it then,” prodded Spader.

Uncle Press took a chair and sat opposite us. He spoke softly and clearly so we understood completely.

“The medical team made their report,” he began. “They examined and tested every one of the victims.”

“How many?” I asked.

“Two hundred and twenty.”

Though I knew the number was going to be high, it was still a shock to hear it. Uncle Press let that information sink in, then continued.

“The test results came back exactly the same on each and every one of them.” He took a breath and said, “They were all poisoned.”

The news hit me like a hammer to the head.

“H-How?” I blurted out. “How can that many people be poisoned?”

“They aren't sure, but they think it may have had something to do with a shipment of rice. It was bad, and they all ate it.”

“What do you mean
bad?”
demanded Spader.

“They don't know,” answered Uncle Press, trying to stay calm. “They can't tell. They said it was unlike anything they'd seen before.”