Chapter 43
The Plan
In the morning, Wataru lay on his simple wooden bed and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. Bright sunlight streamed through the window. His late-night chat with Kutz seemed more like a dream than anything else.
I’m awake. A new day is starting. It wasn’t a dream.
Last night, Kutz had revealed her plan to Wataru. A select team of Highlanders was to sneak into the Northern Empire and assassinate Emperor Gama Agrilius VII. She wanted Wataru to be part of that team.
“We’ve been planning the assassination itself for a long time. Still, our means were limited. We thought we might wait for trade season to begin and sneak aboard a merchant sailship. But the danger involved is rather high. You and your wyrmflute changed the situation considerably. If we ride on a dragon, we can get to the north by air. Not only that, but we can make a beeline for the emperor’s palace.”
So it’s not me they need, it’s my dragon. The truth had tasted a little bitter in Wataru’s mouth. But what Kutz said last night on the watchtower was right. I have to chase Mitsuru down.
Wataru quickly got dressed, pulled the wyrmflute out from beneath his pillow, and hid it in a pocket. He was lucky it hadn’t broken the first time he used it. He figured he would get only one more chance.
“Be ready to leave at any time,” Kutz had warned him. “Ever since our fugitive got away, the four high chiefs in the south have been in secret deliberations. If they give the word to go ahead with the assassination, High Chief Gil will come here with the orders.”
It could be today, it could be tomorrow, but in any case, it wouldn’t be long. And then they would leave.
“Who are the other members?”
“Right now, there are me and three others—all volunteers—so one of us from each of the four countries: Nacht, Bog, Arikita, and Sasaya.”
“So I’m like an extra?”
“Quite a powerful extra! The other three will be coming with High Chief Gil. They’re a skilled team. Something to look forward to.”
So they would be five. A small team of elites. It sounded good.
“Incidentally, I’ll be the leader,” Kutz said with a winning smile. “It was my idea in the first place, after all. I’ll have direction and responsibility. Are we clear?”
“Clear. And, well, I understand we can’t talk about this mission, but…”
“Trone knows about it. He is deputy here. I couldn’t hide it from him. He knows that I’ll be taking you as well. And I’m sure you’ll want to tell Kee Keema and Meena. But I don’t want anyone else hearing about it. Got it?”
Wataru nodded. He got it.
As far as preparing for the journey, Wataru had little in the way of belongings. All he needed was the Brave’s Sword at his side. Wataru left his room, fastening the sword belt tightly around his waist.
He went in to the branch office to find Trone casually looking over some official-looking documents. The beastkin looked up. “Awake at last, eh? You like your sleep. Go get some breakfast,” he said, casual as ever, showing no trace of knowing about Wataru’s secret mission.
Wataru ate a late breakfast at a nearby inn, and thought. The food tasted dry on his tongue. How to explain what he was about to do to Meena and Kee Keema?
I can’t take them with me, it’s too dangerous. Kee Keema’s strong and Meena is quick, but we aren’t going to fight a pack of gimblewolves. Wataru didn’t want to involve them in any more trouble than he had already. If he told them the truth, he was sure they would want to come with him. They wouldn’t back down. So, I have to lie. But what do I say? I don’t need their help anymore? I don’t like them anymore, so could they please leave? Can’t really do that.
“If you can’t tell them, I could always tell them for you,” Kutz had offered. “As branch chief I can order the two of them to stay here. There will still be trouble enough with Halnera going on. Gasara seems to have avoided the brunt of it, but branches in other towns are at their wit’s end. They’ll have plenty of work to do here.”
Even if Kutz did tell them for him, there would still be one problem. No matter what the outcome of this mission, once he went to the north, it was unlikely Wataru would ever come back.
Wataru had no idea what lay in store for him. Would Mitsuru reach the Tower of Destiny first? Or would he somehow beat Mitsuru to the Tower, get the Goddess to change his fate, and go home? Their strategy might even fail. Wataru could die alone somewhere.
No matter what happened, the only certain thing was that he wouldn’t be seeing his two friends again. That meant, no matter how he did it, he had to say goodbye to them himself. He had to tell them how much their friendship meant, how much he’d grown to trust and rely on them. How much he didn’t want to leave them behind.
Wataru had no idea what to say.
He was sitting, absentmindedly chewing on a piece of bread, when the innkeeper called out to him from the kitchen. “Not eating well today, are you? Like another bowl of soup?” There were few other diners at the tables. She had wondered out loud why Wataru was late to breakfast that morning.
“I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to apologize for. Everybody sleeps in sometimes.”
Here in Gasara, the commotion surrounding Halnera seemed like a very distant thing. The plot to assassinate the emperor of the north to protect the peace of the United Southern Nations, too, seemed like a wild fantasy, compared to eating a hot meal at a clean table here in the inn.
Lively voices engaged in conversation outside the window, and darbaba carts rolled past. A newspaper boy with a bell around his neck walked down the street. Newspapers, an everyday thing in the real world, were a recent invention here. The first newspaper was started by someone who heard news about Halnera and wanted to know more about the phenomenon. This started a boom, and in the space of a few weeks, several newspapers were already in regular circulation. The articles weren’t all about Halnera anymore. Some talked about travel conditions along the high roads. There were even advertisements for lodgings and taverns.
Maybe that’s how newspapers started in the real world too, Wataru thought. He wondered if, eventually, they might start featuring serialized stories, or cartoon strips. If the assassination succeeded, he was sure that would find its way into an article too. That was headline news, for sure.
Wataru wondered how things in the real world were these days. What kind of news was in the papers? Though his body sat in the warm dining hall, his mind wandered. Mom. Uncle Lou. I hope you’re doing okay. I’m so far away, and I’m going to go even farther. I promised I would come home, but maybe I won’t be able to keep that promise…
“Wataru? There you are! Good morning!” Meena’s bright voice snapped Wataru back to reality. “What, just eating now? Sleepy head!”
Meena leaped to the seat next to Wataru and turned her bright eyes toward him. How many times had he been cheered just by the sight of those eyes? She stuck her face forward until their noses nearly touched. Wataru quickly looked down at the table, cramming the remnants of a crust of bread into his mouth.
“You shouldn’t eat so fast—you’ll choke!” Meena laughed out loud.
“Yeah, I know. What’s with you, Meena? You’re in a good mood.”
“You could tell?” Meena stood up and did a little dance on her stool. “I’ve got good news. Bubuho and the whole troupe are coming to Gasara!”
Which meant that Meena’s old circus, the Aeroga Elenora Spectacle Machine, was coming to town.
“A darbaba driver who came this morning had a letter for me from Bubuho. They’ll be here by day’s end!”
A wave of relief washed over Wataru. If her old circus friends were here in town, it would be much easier to leave Meena behind. Even if she insisted on coming with him, he was sure that Bubuho would be able to talk her out of it. It would make things that much simpler.
“But that’s not the best news,” Meena said, sitting down next Wataru and lowering her voice. “Remember when you met Bubuho the first time, he was talking to Granny?”
The old ankha woman they called Granny had asked Wataru what he would do if he couldn’t meet the Goddess. He had replied that he hadn’t thought about it. Then I have nothing more to ask you, she had said.
“I remember her.”
“Well, you should know that Granny is a diviner. She has the sight. She can see the future—nothing too far off, mind you, but she can see it. In fact, when she first met you, she was already able to see the Blood Star shining in the north, and she knew that Halnera was coming!”
That would explain her question. Maybe she knew that the arrival of Halnera meant Wataru might be chosen as the sacrifice.
“So…so what?”