Then, the next instant, he shot across the blue sky as though fired from a cannon.
“Waaaah!”
His body floated, then suddenly stopped. He could see his surroundings once more. He was flying, in the air above Gasara. No, he was floating. Wait, I’m falling…
“Aaaaah!”
He hadn’t been that high, after all. He hit something hard, landing on his behind. Sparks shot through his skull. “Where am I?”
He was on top of the roof of a store on the eastern edge of town that he’d visited many times. He was lying on the red tiled roof. One of the tiles was cracked in two where he had landed.
The people walking on the street below gaped and looked at Wataru. Some were even pointing. The owner of the store came barreling out into the street. “What was that?”
So the third power of the sword was something like teleportation. It felt a bit like he imagined what going warp speed felt like. But he hadn’t gone that far, and it seemed pretty dangerous to boot.
—Sorry, Wataru.
It was the voice from the gemstone.
—You’re not strong enough to control it yet, it seems.
“No, this is fine, this is great, I got out of there!”
Wataru stood on the roof. Several Knights of Stengel had noticed Wataru and were approaching him. What do I do now?
“Oy, Wataru! Oy! Oy!” It was Kee Keema. He was running toward Wataru from behind the Knights. “What are you doing up there? Have you heard what’s happened?”
“I know!” Wataru said, cupping his hands to his mouth to shout over the crowd. “Look out, Kee Keema! They’ll catch you!”
“Huh? What are these guys doing here?” Kee Keema ran on, bowling through a cluster of Knights, knocking two of them off to the side into the wall of a nearby building.
“H-hey! That’s hindering a public official!”
“What do you mean? I’m a Highlander!”
“Then you’re even more guilty! You’re under arrest!”
“Run!” Wataru drew the wyrmflute from his pocket. Looking up into the sky he blew it as hard as he could. Jozo! Jozo, come quick!
A red speck winked into existence in the sky far above. Wataru faced it, waving his hands, jumping up and down on the roof, shouting at the top of his lungs. “Kutz! Kutz! Come out! We’re getting out of here! We’ll ride out on my dragon! Where are you?”
Kee Keema clambered up to the top of the roof. Several Knights came running from the nearby crossroads. At the head of a large group rounding the corner was Captain Ronmel. “Apprehend that boy!”
Suddenly Wataru was cast in shadow. Jozo was directly overhead. “You called, Wataru?”
“I did! Get me out of here!”
The gale from Jozo’s wings was almost enough to knock him off the roof entirely. Kee Keema held Wataru up, and both of them climbed onto the dragon’s back.
The great gust of wind shot down the streets, swirling around the Knights. The townspeople were cradling their heads and screaming. It was chaos.
“Kutz!” Wataru shouted out into the city streets. “Jozo, fly low over the city! We have to find Kutz!”
“Right. What’s with all the people, anyway? Is it some kind of festival?”
“Yeah, you might say that!”
Jozo spread his wings and began to glide over the rooftops of Gasara. They could still hear the screams from the townspeople, but now some of them sounded more like shouts of excitement.
“Look, a dragon!” A small boy leaned out of the window of one house, waving his hand. “Mom! Look, look! It’s a dragon, a real dragon, just like in the books!”
Jozo flapped his wings in greeting and sent another blast of wind, knocking over several Knights in pursuit. A stack of barrels sitting by the side of the road collapsed, taking the rest of the Knights with them.
“Kutz, where are you?!”
They flew past a darbaba, its eyes wide with surprise. The driver fell off his cart.
“Wataru!”
It was Kutz, leaning out of the second-story window of a house across the street. Wataru looked over and she nodded, and began climbing up to the roof.
“It’s Kutz! There she is!”
The Knights were getting closer. The nearest group was already inside the house—sticking their heads out of the windows, following after Kutz.
“Persistent, aren’t you!” Kutz had one hand on the roof, and hanging from the edge, she drew her whip with her other hand. There was a black glimmer and a crack. One of the Knights screamed and fell from the window down to the ground below.
“Jozo, let’s pick her up!”
With one flap of his wings, the dragon was over the house. Kutz hoisted herself onto the roof and ran toward them. Several Knights sprang to the roof behind her, fighting against the gale force winds coming from Jozo. Kutz lashed out with her whip, but the air currents were so strong, she could barely aim it.
“Jozo, breathe on them!”
“You sure?!”
“I’m sure! I give you special permission!”
Jozo took a deep breath, then spat a ball of flame across the roof. The Knights scattered like leaves. Kutz took her chance and leapt astride Jozo’s back. “You singed my hair!” She was laughing.
“Let’s go!”
Jozo lifted straight into the air and faced upward. Wataru clung to his neck as tightly as he could.
“Wataru, wait! Take me too!”
It was Meena. Wataru looked to see the lithe kitkin unbelievably springing from rooftop to rooftop, coming toward them.
“How dare you try to leave me behind!” She shouted, making a large jump from two roofs away. She flipped in midair, landing right on the edge of their roof. Suddenly, a Knight’s hand reached up from the window below, grabbing her ankle.
“Eek! Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s rude to grab a lady’s leg?” Meena pulled something from her pocket, throwing it down at the top of the roof.
There was a loud series of cracks and the smell of gunpowder. Fireworks went off all around her. Since when did she have those? The Knight caught one of the blasts in the face. He immediately let go of her foot and covered his face with his hands.
“Sorry to keep you waiting!” Meena shouted, jumping up to sit by Wataru’s side. “Fly, Jozo! Fly as high as you can go!”
Jozo whirled up into the air. The town of Gasara, with its people screaming with exhilaration, and Knights standing dumbfounded, dropped away beneath them. Even as they took higher to the sky, Wataru still thought he could feel Captain Ronmel’s eyes on him.
“Didn’t I say I’d go anywhere with you, Wataru?” Meena grinned, wiping ash from the fireworks off her nose. “Still, you shouldn’t have tried to leave without me.”
“I…”
“You may say you’re worried about us, but we’re worried about you too. What would we do if you went off to some unknown place to die all by yourself? How would we feel? We can’t just stand around while you go off and brave dangers. That’s why we’re going with you, no matter what lies ahead.”
Wataru looked silently at Meena, then up into Kee Keema’s broad face. The waterkin nodded. “I don’t know what you two’ve been talking about, but I agree with what the little missus says.”
“Everything all patched up?” Kutz asked. “Then let’s go. You came at just the right time—I couldn’t stand hiding in that cellar a second longer. I was just about to come storming out of there. Did you see the look on Boris’s face? Priceless!”
Wataru smiled. Meena and Kutz—two incredible women. He hunched over, clinging to Jozo’s wings as the cool wind whipped over them and they rose higher into the skies over Gasara.