“Long night,” he commented. “And we’ve got another one coming. We should sleep.”
I was glad for his suggestion. I knew he had many questions about exactly what this raid meant. I also
knew he would have already put several things together. And I didn’t want to discuss any of it.
I stretched out on the smooth patch of sand beside the jeep. To my shock, Jared came to lie beside me,
right beside me. He curled around the curve of my back.
“Here,” he said, and he reached around to slide his fingers under my face. He pulled my head up from
the ground and then moved his arm under it, making a pillow for me. He let his other arm drape over my
waist.
It took a few seconds before I was able to respond. “Thanks.”
He yawned. I felt his breath warm the back of my neck. “Get some rest, Wanda.”
Holding me in what could only be considered an embrace, Jared fell asleep quickly, as he had always
been able to do. I tried to relax with his arm warm around me, but it took a long time.
This embrace made me wonder how much he had already guessed.
My weary thoughts tangled and twisted. Jared was right—it had been a very long night. Though not half
long enough. The rest of my days and nights were going to fly by as if they were only minutes.
The next thing I knew, Jared was shaking me awake. The light in the little cavern was dim and orangey.
Sunset.
Jared pulled me to my feet and handed me a hiker’s meal bar—this was the kind of rations they kept
with the jeep. We ate, and drank the rest of our water, in silence. Jared’s face was serious and focused.
“Still in a hurry?” he asked as we climbed into the jeep.
No. I wanted the time to stretch out forever.
“Yes.” What was the point in putting it off? The Seeker and her body would die if we waited too long,
and I would still have to make the same choice.
“We’ll hit Phoenix, then. It’s logical that they wouldn’t notice this kind of raid. It doesn’t make sense for
humans to take your cold-storage tanks. What possible use could we have for them?”
The question didn’t sound at all rhetorical, and I could feel him looking at me again. But I stared ahead
at the rocks and said nothing.
It had been dark for a while by the time we traded vehicles and got to the freeway. Jared waited a few
careful minutes with the inconspicuous sedan’s lights off. I counted ten cars passing by. Then there was a
long darkness between the headlights, and Jared pulled onto the road.
The trip to Phoenix was very short, though Jared kept the speed scrupulously below the limit. Time was
city. I saw the hospital from the road. We followed another car up the exit ramp, moving evenly, without
hurry.
Jared turned into the main parking lot.
“Where now?” he asked, tense.
“See if this road continues around the back. The tanks will be by a loading area.”
Jared drove slowly. There were many souls here, going in and out of the facility, some of them in scrubs.
Healers. No one paid us any particular attention.
The road hugged the sidewalk, then curved around the north side of the building complex.
“Look. Shipping trucks. Head that way.”
We passed between a wing of low buildings and a parking garage. Several trucks, delivering medical
supplies no doubt, were backed into receiving ports. I scanned the crates on the dock, all labeled.
“Keep going… though we might want to grab some of those on the way back. See—Heal… Cool…
Still? I wonder what that one is.”
I liked that these supplies were labeled and left unguarded. My family wouldn’t go without the things
they needed when I was gone.When I was gone; it seemed that phrase was tacked on to all of my
thoughts now.
We rounded the back of another building. Jared drove a little faster and kept his eyes forward—there
were people here, four of them, unloading a truck onto a dock. It was the exactness of their movements
that caught my attention. They didn’t handle the smallish boxes roughly; quite the contrary, they placed
them with infinite care onto the waist-high lip of concrete.
I didn’t really need the label for confirmation, but just then, one of the unloaders turned his box so the
black letters faced me directly.
“This is the place we want. They’re unloading occupied tanks right now. The empty ones won’t be far…
Ah! There, on the other side. That shed is half full of them. I’ll bet the closed sheds are all the way full.”
Jared kept driving at the same careful speed, turning the corner to the side of the building.
He snorted quietly.
“What?” I asked.
“Figures. See?”
He jerked his chin toward the sign on the building.
This was the maternity wing.
His eyes flashed to my face when I said that, and then back to the road.
“We’ll have to wait for a bit. Looked like they were almost finished.”
Jared circled the hospital again, then parked at the back of the biggest lot, away from the lights.
He killed the engine and slumped against the seat. He reached over and took my hand. I knew that he
was about to ask, and I tried to prepare myself.
“Wanda?”
“Yes?”
“You’re going to save the Seeker, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Because it’s the right thing to do?” he guessed.
“That’s one reason.”
He was silent for a moment.
“You know how to get the soul out without hurting the body?”
My heart thumped hard once, and I had to swallow before I could answer. “Yes. I’ve done it before. In
an emergency. Not here.”
“Where?” he asked. “What was the emergency?”
It was a story I’d never told them before, for obvious reasons. It was one of my best. Lots of action.
Jamie would have loved it. I sighed and began in a low voice.
“On the Mists Planet. I was with my friend Harness Light and a guide. I don’t remember the guide’s
name. They called me Lives in the Stars there. I already had a bit of a reputation.”
Jared chuckled.
“We were making a pilgrimage across the fourth great ice field to see one of the more celebrated crystal
cities. It was supposed to be a safe route—that’s why there were only three of us.
“Claw beasts like to dig pits and bury themselves in the snow. Camouflage, you know. A trap.
“One moment, there was nothing but the flat, endless snow. Then, the next moment, it seemed like the
entire field of white was exploding into the sky.
“An average adult Bear has about the mass of a buffalo. A full-grown claw beast is closer to the mass of
a blue whale. This one was bigger than most.
A car drove slowly down the side of the parking lot. We sat silent until it had passed.
“I hesitated. I should have started running, but… my friend was dying there on the ice. Because of that
hesitation, I would have died, too, if the claw beast hadn’t been distracted. I found out later that our
guide—I wish I could remember his name!—had attacked the claw beast’s tail, hoping to give us a
chance to run. The claw beast’s attack had stirred up enough snow that it was like a blizzard. The lack of
visibility would help us escape. He didn’t know it was already too late for Harness Light to run.
“The claw beast turned on the guide, and his second left leg kicked us, sending me flying. Harness
Light’s upper body landed beside me. His blood melted the snow.”
I paused to shudder.
“My next action made no sense, because I had no body for Harness Light. We were midway between
cities, much too far to run to either. It was probably cruel, too, to take him out with no painkillers. But I
couldn’t stand to let him die inside the broken half of his Bear host.
“I used the back of my hand—the ice-cutting side. It was too wide a blade… It caused a lot of damage.
I could only hope that Harness Light was far gone enough that he wouldn’t feel the extra pain.
“Using my soft inside fingers, I coaxed Harness Light from the Bear’s brain.
“He was still alive. I barely paused to ascertain this. I shoved him into the egg pocket in the center of my
body, between the two hottest hearts. This would keep him from dying of cold, but he would only last a
few short minutes without a body. And where would I find a host body in this empty waste?
“I thought of trying to share my host, but I doubted I could stay conscious through the procedure to
insert him into my own head. And then, having no healing medicine, I would die quickly. With all those
hearts, Bears bled very fast.
“The claw beast roared, and I felt the ground shake as its huge paws thudded down. I didn’t know
where our guide was, or if he lived. I didn’t know how long it would take the claw beast to find us
half-buried in the snow. I was right beside the severed Bear. The bright blood would draw the monster’s
eyes.
“And then I got this crazy idea.”
I paused to laugh quietly to myself.
“I didn’t have a Bear host for Harness Light. I couldn’t use my body. The guide was dead or had fled.
But there wasone other body on the ice field.
“It was insanity, but all I could think of was Harness Light. We weren’t even close friends, but I knew he
was slowly dying, right between my hearts. I couldn’t endure that.
“I made it to the beast’s back and ran up the double spine, digging in with my knives so that it couldn’t
shake me off.
“It only took seconds to get up to the beast’s head. But that was where the greatest difficulty waited.
My ice cutters were only… about as long as your forearm, maybe. The claw beast’s hide was twice as
thick. I swung my arm down as hard as I could, slashing through the first layer of fur and membrane. The
claw beast screamed and reared back on its hindmost legs. I almost fell.
“I lodged four of my hands into its hide—it screamed and thrashed. With the other two, I took turns
cutting at the gash I’d made. The skin was so thick and tough, I didn’t know if I would be able to saw
through.
“The claw beast went berserk. It shook so hard that it was all I could do to hold on for a moment. But
time was running out for Harness Light. I shoved my hands into the hole and tried to rip it open.
“Then the claw beast threw itself backward onto the ice.
“If we hadn’t been over its lair, the pit it had dug to hide in, that would have crushed me. As it was,
though it knocked me silly, the fall actually helped. My knives were already in the beast’s neck. When I
hit the ground, the weight of the beast drove my cutters deep through its skin. Deeper than I needed.
“We were both stunned; I was half smothered. I knew I had to do something right away, but I couldn’t
remember what it was. The beast started to roll, dazed. The fresh air cleared my head, and I
remembered Harness Light.
“Protecting him from the cold as well as I could in the soft side of my hands, I moved him from my egg
pocket into the claw beast’s neck.
“The beast got to its feet and bucked again. This time I flew off. I’d let go of my hold to insert Harness
Light, you see. The claw beast was infuriated. The wound on its head wasn’t nearly enough to kill it—just
annoy it.
“The snow had settled enough that I was in plain sight, especially as I was painted with the beast’s
blood. It’s a very bright color, a color you don’t have here. It raised its pincers, and they swung toward
me. I thought that was it, and I was comforted a little that at least I would dietrying.
“And then the pincers hit the snow beside me. I couldn’t believe it had missed! I stared up at the huge,
hideous face, and I almost had to… well, not laugh. Bears don’t laugh. But that was the feeling. Because
that ugly face was torn with confusion and surprise and chagrin. No claw beast had ever worn such an
expression before.
“It had taken Harness Light a few minutes to bind himself to the claw beast—it was such a big area, he
really had to extend himself. But then he was in control. He was confused and slow—he didn’t have
much of a brain to work with, but it was enough that he knew I was his friend.
“I had to ride him to the crystal city—to hold the wound closed on his neck until we could reach a
I’d been staring ahead, toward the lights of the hospital and the figures of the souls crossing in front of
those lights, as I told the story. Now I looked at Jared for the first time. He was gaping at me, his eyes
wide and his mouth hanging open.
It reallywas one of my best stories. I’d have to get Mel to promise that she’d tell it to Jamie when I
was…
“They’re probably finished unloading, don’t you think?” I said quickly. “Let’s finish this and get back
home.”
He stared at me for one more moment, and then shook his head slowly.
“Yes, let’s finish this, Wanderer, Lives in the Stars, Rides the Beast. Stealing a few unguarded crates
won’t present much of a challenge foryou, will it?”
CHAPTER 52
Separated
We brought our plunder in through the south vent, though this meant that the jeep would have to be
moved before dawn. My main concern with using the bigger entrance was that the Seeker would hear the
commotion our arrival was sure to cause. I wasn’t sure if she had any idea of what I was going to do,
and I didn’t want to give her any reason to kill her host and herself. The story Jeb had told me about one
of their captives—the man who had simply collapsed, leaving no external evidence on the outside of the
havoc wreaked inside his skull—haunted my thoughts.
The hospital was not empty. As I squeezed myself through the last tight bubble of space out into the
main room, I found Doc preparing for the operation. His desk was laid out; on it, a propane lantern—the
brightest illumination we had available—waited to be lit. The scalpels glinted in the duller blue light of the
solar lamp.
I had known that Doc would agree to my terms, but seeing him thus occupied sent a wave of nervous
nausea through me. Or maybe it was just the memory of that other day that sickened me, the day I’d
caught him with blood on his hands.
“You’re back,” he said with relief. I realized that he’d been worried about us, just as everyone worried
when someone left the safety of the caves.
“We brought you a gift,” Jared said as he pushed himself free behind me. He straightened up and
reached back for a box. With a flourish, he held it up, displaying the label on the side.
“Heal!” Doc crowed. “How much did you get?”
“Two cases. And we’ve found a much better way to renew our stores than to have Wanda stabbing
herself.”
