“Something else to consider here,” Fletcher said. “We humans have only been around on Harmony for a couple of hundred years. No more than a fraction of the planet and the Alien underworld has been explored. Got a hunch there are a lot of surprises waiting for us in the oceans and the catacombs and the rain forest. We might need some real firepower someday. Could be a good idea to have these stones in our hip pocket, so to speak.”
“Kind of like having spare tuned amber when you go into the tunnels,” Jasper added.
“My family has been guarding these rocks for a few hundred years, first on Earth and now here on Harmony,” Drake said. “Guess we’ll have to keep on doing that for a while. But once we get these back to the lab we can do some serious research on them. We need to know what we’ve got here.”
Drake started to say something, but a faint, muffled sound stopped him. Alice heard it, too. Chanting.
“. . . The Ancients will return, the Ancients will return.
Glorious dawn, glorious dawn, glorious dawn.
The Ancients will return, the Ancients will return.
Bringing wonders, bringing wonders, bringing wonders to behold . . .”
Burt came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron. “Sounds like Harry and Slade found that bunch of Glorious Dawners who went missing.”
“Not sure that’s a good thing,” Fletcher said.
“Look at it this way,” Drake said. “Tomorrow morning we can put them on the first ferry off the island and send them home.”
“Good idea,” Jasper said.
The door of the tavern opened, bringing in the fresh air of a fog-free night. Two men walked into the room. Energy whispered in the atmosphere around them. Men of talent, Alice thought. Slade Attridge and Harry Sebastian had returned.
Chairs scraped on the floorboards. Rachel and Charlotte leaped to their feet. Both women were glowing with relief and delight. They rushed forward, each hurtling into the arms of one of the men.
Three dust bunnies scurried into the tavern and began chattering enthusiastically.
A small gaggle of ragged-looking people in green robes paraded into the room. They had evidently lost their signs along the way but that had not diminished their enthusiasm.
“Glorious dawn, glorious dawn, glorious dawn.”
Burt planted his hands on his hips and eyed the newcomers. “Anyone who wants to eat had better shut up and stop chanting now.”
A sudden hush descended.
The tall, dark-haired man, who had one arm wrapped around Rachel, looked at Burt.
“Thank you,” he said. “I know I speak for Slade as well when I tell you that we are forever in your debt.”
“That damn chanting was enough to make us seriously consider leaving these dudes behind in the Preserve,” Slade added.
Houdini dashed toward Alice and bounced up onto the table. He made enthusiastic greeting sounds. Alice patted him affectionately.
“So that’s where you and Darwina went tonight,” she said. “You knew they were on the way back, didn’t you? You went out to meet them.”
One of the Glorious Dawners spotted the small group at the table. He lifted a hand, palm out.
“The nightmare fog is gone,” he intoned. “It’s a sign that the return is near.”
“You know something? I’m starting to think that I’d rather see the Aliens return than these guys,” Fletcher said in low tones.
The Dawner was not deterred. “Glorious dawn, glorious dawn—”
The other five took up the chant.
“Glorious dawn, glorious dawn—”
Back in the kitchen, Burt banged a frying pan loudly.
The Dawners hastily went silent again and sat down at the nearest tables.
Harry looked at Burt through the opening. “Feed ’em and send the bill to the Foundation.”
“Okay,” Burt said. He narrowed his eyes. “But they’re all leaving in the morning, right?”
“Oh, yeah,” Slade said. “They’re all leaving on the first available ferry.”
“What about you and Harry?” Burt looked from one man to the other. “I’ve been saving a couple of cans of tuna fish.”
“Sounds good,” Slade said. “But I think we could both use a couple of whiskeys with that tuna fish.”
Burt chuckled. “Help yourself.”
Slade went behind the bar and took down a bottle. He found two glasses and started pouring generous quantities of whiskey.
Keeping Rachel close to his side, Harry walked to the table where Alice sat with Drake, Fletcher, and Jasper. He glanced at the two crystals and smiled, looking satisfied.
“You must be Alice North,” he said.
She started to respond, but Drake spoke first.
“Alice, I’d like you to meet my brother, Harry,” he said. “Harry, this is Alice, my wife.”
“Your wife,” Harry said, perfectly neutral.
“Yes,” Drake said.
“Congratulations,” Harry said in the same very even tone.
“Thanks,” Drake said.
“Just an MC,” Alice said quickly.
“Is that right?” Harry said. He turned back to Drake, his eyes gleaming with an unholy amusement. “In our family, a marriage is a marriage. Isn’t that right, Drake?”
“Yes,” Drake said. “So, what took you so long to show up here in town?”
“We were trapped by the fog. Couldn’t get the Dawners through it. We knew when the mist lifted this evening that something had changed. Where did you find the crystals?”
“Long story,” Drake said.
“Can’t wait to hear it,” Harry said, smiling. “I knew you’d make it here to the island.”
Drake nodded. “Knew you’d make it out of the Preserve.”
Slade brought the whiskeys to the table and sat down. He eyed the Glorious Dawn crowd.
“Idiots,” he growled. “I should lock ’em up until I can put them on the ferry.”
Alice smiled. “It might be hard to stuff all those Glorious Dawners into your little jail. It’s sort of full at the moment.”
Slade’s brows rose. “My jail is full?”
“Kirk and Myrna are taking turns keeping an eye on the new residents,” Drake said.
“Is that so?” Slade nodded once and downed some whiskey. He lowered the glass. “Then I’m with Harry. Can’t wait to hear the story.”
Chapter 42
ALICE AWOKE ALONE IN THE BED. SHE OPENED HER EYES and glanced at the clock on the table. Dawn was still an hour away. The room was dark because the amber lamp had not been lit. For the first time since they had arrived on Rainshadow, the space was flooded with moonlight.
She had not expected to sleep at all that night, but after reading several pages of Nicholas North’s bad handwriting she had fallen asleep.
Alice could see Drake standing at the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the silver glow. He was naked except for his briefs. Houdini was with him, perched on the ledge. Man and dust bunny gazed pensively out into the night.
Alice levered herself up on her elbows. “Everything okay?”
“Everything is fine,” Drake said. He turned to look at her. She saw that he was not wearing his glasses. “What about you? Catch up on your sleep?”
“Yep.” She studied him. “You don’t mind moonlight?”
“I can tolerate it but it’s the equivalent of high noon for me.”
She pulled the covers aside, stood, and reached for the robe that Rachel had loaned her. She crossed the room to the window. Drake put an arm around her waist and drew her close. She allowed herself to settle into his warmth and strength.