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And my only thought, my only stupid thought is-Why are they attacking we? I tried to save 0038. (but they know, they know-) (they know I'm a killer--)
Davy cries out as I hear the first gunshots from the top of the stone walls. More punches and more scratches but more gunshots, too, and the Spackle start to scatter which is something I can hear more than see cuz of the pain radiating up from my elbow.
And there's still one on top of me, scratching at me from behind as I lie facedown on the grass and I manage to turn myself over and tho the guns are still firing and the smell of cordite is filling the air and Spackle are ru
And the same second I realize it's 0001, the first one in line, the first one I touched, there's a bang and she spins and falls to the grass beside me. Dead.
Davy's standing over me with his pistol, smoke still coming from its barrel. His nose and lip are bleeding, he's got as many scratches as I do, and he's leaning heavily to one side.
But he's smiling.
"Saved yer life, didn't I?"
The firing of rifles carries on. The Spackle keep ru
I look down at my elbow. "I think my arm's broke."
"I think my leg's broke," Davy says, "but you go back to Pa. Tell him what's happened. Tell him I saved yer life."
Davy's not looking at me, still raising his pistol, firing it, keeping his weight all weird on his legs.
"Davy-"
"Go!" he says and there's a grim kinda joy coming from him. "I got me a job to finish here." He fires the gun again. Another Spackle falls. They're falling all over the place.
I take a step toward the gate. And another.
And then I'm ru
My arm throbs with every step but Angharrad says boy colt when I get to her and snuffles my face with a wet nose. She kneels down so I can flop forward onto her saddle. When she takes off down the road, she waits till I'm upright before she hits the fastest gallop I ever seen from her. I'm hanging onto her mane with one hand, my hurt arm curled under me, and I'm trying not to throw up from the pain.
I look up now and then to see women, quiet and distant, watch me ride past from their windows. I see men watch the horse run by, looking at my face all bloody and injured.
And I wonder who they think they're seeing.
Are they seeing one of them?
Or are they seeing their enemy?
Who do they think I am?
I close my eyes but I nearly lose my balance so I open them again.
Angharrad takes me down the road on the side of the cathedral, her shoes striking sparks on the cobbles as she turns the corner to go round to the entrance. The army's in the square doing marching exercises. Most of them still ain't got Noise but the pounding of their feet is loud enough to bend the air.
I wince at it all and look up to where we're going, to the front door of the cathedral--
And my Noise gives such a shock, Angharrad stops up short, scrabbling on the cobbles, flanks foaming from getting me here so fast.
I barely notice-
My heart has stopped beating-
I've stopped breathing--
Cuz there she is. In front of my eyes, walking up the steps of the cathedral-There she is.
And my heart jump - starts again and my Noise is ready to scream her name and my pain is disappearing-
Cuz she's alive-
She's alive--
But then I'm seeing more--
I'm seeing her walking up the steps--
Toward Mayor Prentiss--
Into his open arms--
And he's embracing her--
And she's letting him--
And all I can think--
All I can say--
Is--
"Viola?"
PART III WAR IS OVER
12 BETRAYAL
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(Viola)
Mayor Prentiss stands there.
The leader of this town, this world.
Arms wide.
As if this is the price.
Do I pay it?
It's just one hug, I think, (isn't it?)
One hug to see Todd. I step forward-(just one hug)
- and he puts his arms around me. I try not to go rigid at his touch.
"I never told you," he says into my ear. "We found your ship in the swamp as we marched here. We found your parents."
I let out a little gasp of tears and try to swallow them back.
"We gave them a decent burial. I'm so sorry, Viola. I know how lonely you must be, and nothing would please me more than if, one day, maybe, you could consider me as your-"
There's a sudden sound above the ROAR -
One bit of Noise flying higher than the rest, clear as an arrow-
An arrow fired directly at me-
Viola! it screams, knocking the words right out of the Mayor's mouth-
I step back from his embrace, his arms falling away-I turn-
And there, in the afternoon sunshine, in the square, on the back of a horse not ten yards away-
There he is.
It's him.
"TODD!" I yell and I'm already ru
He's standing where he slid off the horse, holding his arm at a bad angle, and I hear Viola! roaring through his Noise but I can also hear the pain in his arm and confusion lacing through everything but my own mind is racing too fast and my heart is pounding too loud for me to hear any of it clearly.
"TODD!" I yell again and I reach him and his Noise opens even farther and wraps around me like a blanket and I'm grabbing him to me, grabbing him to me like I'll never let him go and he calls out in pain but his other arm is grabbing me back, it's grabbing me back, it's grabbing me back-
"I thought you were dead," he's saying, his breath on my neck. "I thought you were dead."
"Todd," I say and I'm crying and the only thing I can say is his name. "Todd."
He gasps sharply again and the pain flashes so loud in his Noise I'm almost blinded by it. "Your arm," I say, pulling back.
"Broken," he pants, "broken by-"
"Todd?" the Mayor says, right behind us, staring hard into him. "You're back early."
"My arm," Todd says. "The Spackle-"
"The Spackle?" I say.
"That looks bad, Todd," the Mayor says, talking over us. "We need to get you healed right away."
"He can come to Mistress Coyle!"
"Viola," the Mayor says and I hear Todd think " Viola"? , wondering all over how the Mayor speaks to me like this. "Your house of healing is too far for Todd to walk with an injury this bad."
"I'll come with you!" I say. "I'm training as an apprentice!"
"Yer what?" Todd says. His pain is wailing like a siren but he's still looking back and forth between me and the Mayor. "What's going on? How do you know-"
"I'll explain everything," the Mayor says, taking Todd's free arm, "after we get you healed." He turns to me. "The invitation is still on for tomorrow. You have a funeral to get to just now."
"Funeral?" Todd says. "What funeral?"
"Tomorrow," the Mayor says to me again firmly, pulling Todd away. "Wait-" I say.
"Viola!" Todd shouts, jerking away from the Mayor's grasp but the movement shakes his broken arm and he falls to one knee with the pain of it, pain so sharp, so loud and clear in his Noise that soldiers from the army stop to hear it. I jump forward to help but the Mayor holds out a hand to stop me.
"Go," he says and it's not a voice that's asking for discussion. "I'll help Todd. You go to your funeral and mourn your friend. You'll see Todd tomorrow night, good as new."
Viola? Todd's Noise says again, choking back a weep from pain so heavy now I don't think he can speak.