Under the Moons of Mars (11 page)

They fled for the hills where the valleys and caves could hide them from eyes in the sky.

At midday, the old man woke up, groaning. Kaz sat with him, as he thought it best to keep himself hidden in the wagon, away from Aav Kanan’s fury.

Kaz gave the Red Man sustenance, as they had stopped by several mantalia and milked the plants. The old man thanked him, and then Kaz asked him how they could get inside the building.

“You cannot,” the man said. “The doors will sense duress from any of us if you force us to open them. It is a safety protocol.”

“But what is inside?” Kaz asked, dreaming of amazing, magical things.

“The most precious thing in all Barsoom,” the old man insisted. “Air.”

He had, Kaz concluded, obviously been hit on the head too hard.

When they’d found shelter from the fliers, Kaz’s fears became realized as Aav Kanan pulled him out of the wagon and threw him out into the center of a circle of many warriors.

“Your bomb failed,” he said. “I do not tolerate failure.”

Kaz looked up at him. The bomb had been the most powerful anyone in Warhoon could have built, better than anything Gar Kofan could have built.

Kaz wasn’t sure which to hope for.

“Wait,” Kaz said, thinking quickly. “He said ‘us’ when he woke up.”

Aav Kanan hesitated. “What do you mean?”

“Perhaps he has an apprentice, as I am apprenticed to Gar Kofan. Still in the building, or maybe elsewhere. The more of them we can capture, the more we can find out. Maybe the apprentice will tell us something the old one won’t.”

Gar Kofan, nervous about having his name dragged into the matter at hand, glared at Kaz. But Aav Kanan thought about it, and then nodded and lowered his four hands.

“We will get the old man to tell us where his others are,” he said. “And then see what they will tell us.”

Kaz let out a deep breath.

He’d escaped something horrible. For now.

Kaz’s suggestion set into motion more beatings of the old man, who eventually confessed to having an apprentice living near Helium.

So Aav Kanan had left them with the old man, who Gar Kofan said was dying from his beatings. There was nothing they could do for him but proceed slowly and carefully on their journey back to Warhoon. This way, they would get out of Aav Kanan’s way, and hopefully he would soon forget his wrath as Gar Kofan and Kaz hid in the ruins of Warhoon and in the crowds of the arena.

“If we are lucky,” Gar Kofan said, “the Red warriors will spot him and kill him and we’ll be rid of him.”

Kaz did not reply, but secretly agreed.

“No.” Kaz pointed at all the grilles and openings throughout.

“Then we are in great danger! All of Barsoom!”

“What do you mean? What danger?” Kas Jalat asked.

“I am the keeper of the atmosphere plant that you abducted me from,” said the old man slowly. Kaz feared that he was further along toward death than life. “It has been my life’s work. I have guarded it zealously, but in my old age, I grew too fond of walking outside to remind myself how beautiful it was to stand outside and taste the world. It is my own fault. I have grown weak in my old age, and should have retired long ago.

“You know Barsoom is a dying world. The great city-makers left us long ago. We are fewer in number and we’ve forgotten much of our history and technology.

“Our atmosphere is dying as well. But this plant pumps enough air into the crosswinds out here in the northwest to circulate around the world, and it lets us keep living. Without it, we will slowly suffocate and die. And now my instruments tell me the quality of air has dropped slightly. Your savage warriors, who threw that bomb inside after kidnapping me, have destroyed one of the great machines inside. I must get back there to fix it. Do you understand?”

Gar Kofan and Kaz argued about it for an entire day. Gar Kofan even insisted on seeing the device, and forced the dying keeper to explain everything about it, looking on as the keeper tested the air.

Still, he was suspicious.

“Let us think about this,” Kaz told him. “Why would he lie, only to be taken back to a treasure-hold, if he is dying? He seems scared. And that device . . .”

“But what if he is right?” Kaz insisted.

“But what if he is lying?”

Kaz held out his hands. “If we are right, and he is lying, than it only costs us something small to change our course, and go check. If he is right, then we may as well all die right now.”

“We’re already well into our journey,” Gar Kofan protested.

Kaz further considered the matter then said, “Suppose he is wrong, and is hiding a treasure. If we go with him and he takes us into a treasure-hold, then we will succeed in gaining the plunder. If he speaks the truth, then we will save all Barsoom. If he lies and we continue to Warhoon, then we lose another chance at the treasure. If he speaks true and we continue down this path, we may lose the very air we breathe.”

Gar Kofan grumbled, but finally saw the wisdom in Kaz’s argument and turned them around.

Kaz wanted them to hurry, but Gar Kofan could only drive the thoats to pull the wagon so fast.

He took a deep breath.

Did it seem less filling? He wasn’t sure. He could just be imagining it, driven to fear by the ravings of an old man who was dying from the beating Aav Kanan gave him.

The keeper died when they were within sight of the canal’s tall trees. As his last breath rattled from his lips, Kaz groaned. They’d been so close!

“Our only hope now is that Aav Kanan has the apprentice, and that maybe he can help us,” Gar Kofan said.

They buried the keeper in the shadow of the structure he had spent most of his life guarding, and then hid from the flier patrols in the nearby hills.

Kaz noticed the old warrior taking deeper breaths. How long did they have before the bad air would overcome them? He wished he knew more about machines than he did; he wished he knew more about everything.

They spent the next days in a cave, quietly waiting and doing something Kaz never thought he’d do: hoping for Aav Kanan to return.

Three days after the death of the old man, with no sign yet of Aav Kanan, the fliers that had been circling overhead descended from the skies in a panic. Scouts surrounded the building, and more fliers than Kaz had even realized existed flocked nearby and then landed along the sides of the canal.

“They know something’s wrong,” Kaz told Gar Kofan. And by now, even Gar Kofan had to admit there was something wrong with the air. They were both breathing more heavily, and not just because they were climbing around so much.

There was something wrong with the very air of Barsoom itself.

The old man had been right.

“I did this,” Kaz whispered sadly to Gar Kofan. “This is all my fault. I used those Zodangan explosives. They must have broken something inside the atmosphere plant.”

In the end, he thought, all of Barsoom would be a ruin because of him.

“Aav Kanan would have killed you had you refused. And then I would have built the bomb,” Gar Kofan said.

But, Kaz thought, Gar Kofan wouldn’t have made one as powerful as his. And maybe the atmosphere factory would still be working.

“The apprentice?” Kaz asked.

“He was of no use,” Aav Kanan said. “We could torture no useful information out of him, so we threw him into the pits beneath his own home.”

Kaz slumped. “You fool!” he said, before he realized the words were out of his mouth.

Aav Kanan hit Kaz so hard he was knocked off his feet and sent flying backward, and when Kaz looked up, the Jedwar had his sword out and was ready to kill him. But Gar Kofan suddenly leapt in front of Aav Kanan, and the Jedwar’s blade struck Gar Kofan, who grabbed hold of it. “Listen to Kaz, Jedwar,” he gasped. “You must listen.”

And as Gar Kofan kneeled before Aav Kanan, slowly dying but never letting go of the sword with his three hands, Kaz told Aav Kanan everything the keeper had told him.

But the Jedwar only laughed and jerked his sword out of Gar Kofan’s stomach, leaving him to die on the ground. “You are the fool, tinker, if you think I’ll believe something is wrong with the air. It is
air
, little one. The air always
has been
. It will
always be
.”

Kaz bit his lip as Aav Kanan walked away. Did the Jedwar not use his mind? Didn’t he understand the consequences if he was wrong?

He wished he were strong enough to stand, to fight Aav Kanan. But Kaz well knew what the consequences would be if he tried.

Aav Kanan would skewer him even faster than he had Gar Kofan.

One of Aav Kanan’s warriors had forced Kaz to watch the Reds. “What are they doing? They’re trying to get in, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” Kaz said. “But don’t you think it’s strange that they can’t? Maybe this place is as important as the keeper claimed—” He would have said more, but he was knocked back with a solid punch.

“Stop your mewling, idiot,” Aav Kanan snarled. “There is something more important in there. Get out of here. Get your wagon and go back to Warhoon. You are of no use. Go, before I change my mind and kill you.”

No use?
Kaz thought, stumbling out of the camp.
No use?

Who fixed their guns? Who made sure their electric range finders worked? Who fixed the grips on their swords? They came to him when their things were broken, but they despised him because he didn’t share their bloodthirst, their desire for plunder, and their hatred of outsiders. They made fun of his curiosity. They cuffed him for his questions.

No use.

Gar Kofan was dead. At Aav Kanan’s own hands.

And now they sent Kaz away, too. How many other tinkers were there in Warhoon? Not enough to keep the broken equipment the warriors depended on going. Without the likes of Kaz, eventually Aav Kanan and his kind would have nothing but sharpened sticks and stones to kill one another with, and then the Tharks or some other tribe would sweep in and destroy the Warhoons. They’d be cutting their own throats if they kicked Kaz out.

They’d be cutting all of Barsoom’s throats, he thought.

The Red Men had fliers, and good weapons, but Aav Kanan and his men were furious fighters. If they overwhelmed the Reds, who might be there to fix the atmosphere plant, then all of Barsoom would all die for sure.

And since they didn’t even realize they were being watched, they were vulnerable. Kaz was a tinker, but even he knew the effect a surprise attack would have on the men gathered around the plant: They’d be overcome. Maybe slaughtered.

Kaz looked over at one of Gar Kofan’s long, wicked swords, which he kept mounted over his workbench.

If there was to be a future, the men who could build machines, the men who could create things, must triumph. And those who gathered unawares by the atmosphere plant needed all the help they could get if they were to survive Aav Kanan’s onslaught.

Kaz had to hurry. Already he could feel that the air was stale, and getting worse.

In addition to arming himself, he would need something else. An edge only he could create.

The warrior party spread apart as Kaz appeared, one of his repaired rifles in hand, pointed at the sky.

“Why are you holding a rifle?” Aav Kanan hissed. “And what is that thing around your neck?”

He pointed to the hose dangling from a canister that Kaz had welded together.

“I’m here one last time to talk you out of this,” Kaz said, not answering his question. “Can you not feel the air getting harder to breathe? Like a small, crowded room on a hot day?”

“Talk,” Aav Kanan said. “And why the rifle?”

“Because I’m going to shoot you if you try to attack them,” Kaz said calmly. “And by firing, I will warn the technicians trying to get into the building. And if you shoot me, right now, that will also warn them.”

Aav Kanan blinked, working out the logic. He pulled his sword free, and Kaz lowered the rifle to aim at him.

“You aim a rifle at me?” Aav Kanan spat. “When I hold a sword? This is why you are no real warrior, little one. You are a disgrace. Drop the rifle and truly face me. With a blade.”

“No,” Kaz said. “There is something more important at stake.”

They remained frozen, Kaz trembling slightly inside as he kept the gun aimed at Aav Kanan, until the Jedwar lowered his sword. “You are dead, tinker,” he told Kaz.

“You killed us all when you ordered me to throw that bomb inside the plant,” Kaz said. “So it matters not to me whether I die now or die later.”

Already the air was thin enough that he found it hard to take in sufficient breath to speak a full sentence. How was Aav Kanan ignoring this?

“If the air fades, then it was meant to be,” Aav Kanan said softly. “Maybe it isn’t our place to meddle with such things. We are here to live as we are here to live. Is that not enough?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Kaz noticed two warriors were edging away from Aav Kanan, and Kaz realized that they were slowly surrounding him.