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And he started holding these rallies. Explaining things.
"The Answer says it fights for freedom. But are these the people in whom you put your faith for salvation? The ones who would kill an entire unarmed population?"
I feel a choke rising and I make my Noise empty space, make it a wasteland, thinking nothing, feeling nothing, except--
I am the Circle and the Circle is me.
"I know these past weeks have been difficult. The food and water shortages, the necessary curfews, the power cuts, especially during the cold nights. I applaud your fortitude. The only way we're going to get thru this is by pulling together against those who would destroy us."
And people have pulled together, ain't they? They obey the curfew and take their assigned amounts of water and food without fuss and stay inside when they're sposed to and turn off their lights after a certain hour and generally keep getting on with things even as it gets colder. You ride thru the town, you even see stores open, big lines of people outside em, waiting to get what they need.
Their eyes looking at the ground, waiting it out.
At night, Mayor Ledger tells me the townsfolk still grumble against Mayor Prentiss, but now there's even louder grumbles against the Answer, for blowing up the water plant, for blowing up the power stayshun, and specially for killing all the Spackle.
Better the devil you know, Mayor Ledger says.
We're still up in that tower, me and Mayor Ledger, for some reason best known to Mayor Prentiss, but I got a key now and I lock him in when I ain't there. He don't like it but what's he go
Better the devil you know.
I wonder why the only choice is twixt two devils, tho.
"I also want to express my thanks," says the Mayor to the people, "for your continued help in coming forward with information. It is only eternal vigilance that will lead us into the light. Let your neighbor know he is watched. Only then are we truly safe."
"How long is this go
Angharrad moves from foot to foot below me. Go? her Noise asks, her breath heavy and white in the cold. "Almost," I say, rubbing my hand against her flank.
"Effective tonight," says the Mayor, "curfew is pushed back by two hours and visiting times for wives and mothers is extended by thirty minutes."
There's some nodding in the crowd of men, some relieved crying from the crowd of women.
They're grateful, I think. Grateful to the Mayor.
Ain't that something.
"Finally," says the Mayor. "It is my pleasure to a
The Mayor pauses, to give his words maximum impact.
"Today we launch the Office of the Ask."
Davy catches my eye and taps the sharp, silver a sewn on the shoulders of our new uniforms, the a that the Mayor picked special cuz it's got all kinda associashuns, don't it?
Me and Davy are now Officers of the Ask.
I don't share his excitement.
But that's cuz I don't feel nothing much at all no more. I am the Circle and the Circle is me.
"Good speech, Pa," Davy says. "Long."
"It wasn't for you, David," the Mayor says, not looking at him.
The three of us are riding down the road to the monastery.
Tho it ain't the monastery no more.
"Everything is ready, I trust?" the Mayor says, barely turning his head. "I'd hate to be made a liar of."
"It ain't go
The Mayor turns to him, a deep frown on his face, but I speak before anyone gets slapped with Noise.
"It's as ready as it can be," I say, my voice flat. "The walls and roof are up but the inside-"
"No need to sound so morose, Todd," the Mayor says. "The inside can follow in due course. The building is up, that's all that's important. They can look at the outside and they can tremble."
He's got his back to us now, riding on ahead, but I can feel him smile at they can tremble.
"Are we go
The Mayor turns Morpeth in the road, blocking our way. "Do you ever hear Todd complain this much?" he asks.
"No," Davy says, sullen. "But he's just, you know, Todd."
The Mayor raises his eyebrows. "And?"
"And I'm yer son."
The Mayor walks Morpeth toward us, making Angharrad step back. Submit, Morpeth says. Lead, Angharrad says in answer, lowering her head. I stroke her mane, untangling a bit with my fingers, trying to calm her down.
"Let me tell you something interesting, David," the Mayor says, looking hard at him. "The officers, the army, the townspeople, they see the two of you riding together, in your new uniforms, with all your new authority, and they know that one of you is my son." He's almost side by side with Davy now, pushing him back down the road. "And as they watch you ride by, as they watch you go about your business, do you know? They often guess wrong. They often guess wrong as to which one of you is my own flesh and blood."
The Mayor looks over to me. "They see Todd with his devotion to duty, with his modest brow and his serious face, with his calm exterior and mature handling of his Noise, and they never even consider that his loud, sloppy, insolent friend is the one who's actually my son."
Davy's looking at the ground, his teeth clenched, his Noise boiling. "He don't even look like you."
"I know," says the Mayor, turning Morpeth back down the road. "I just thought it was interesting. How often it happens."
We keep on riding, Davy in a silent, red storm of Noise, lagging behind. I keep Angharrad in the middle with the Mayor clopping on ahead.
"Good girl," I murmur to her.
" Boy colt, she says back, and then she thinks Todd .
"Yeah, girl," I whisper twixt her ears. "I'm here."
I've taken to hanging round her stable at the end of the day, taken to unsaddling her myself and brushing her mane and bringing her apples to eat. The only thing she needs from me is assurance that I'm there, proof I haven't left the herd, and as long as that's true, she's happy and she calls me Todd and I don't have to explain myself to her and I don't have to ask her nothing and she don't need nothing from me.
Except that I don't leave her.
Except that I don't never leave.
My Noise starts getting cloudy and I think it again, I am the Circle and the Circle is me.
The Mayor looks back at me. And he smiles.
***
Even tho we got uniforms, we ain't in the army, the Mayor was particular about that. We don't got ranks except Officer but the uniform and the a on its sleeve is enough to keep people outta our way as we ride toward the monastery.
Our job till now has been guarding the men and women who're still in prison, tho it's mostly women. After the prisons were busted into and burned down, the prisoners left over were moved to a former house of healing down by the river.
Guess which one?
For the past month, Davy and I've been escorting work crews of prisoners back and forth from the house of healing to the monastery to finish the work the Spackle started, women and men working faster than Spackle, I guess. The Mayor didn't ask us to supervise the building this time, something I'm grateful for.