From her saddle bag, the faint murmur of voices caught her attention. It was time.
A brown horse rose over the edge of the hill. Astride it was a woman in a long white cloak. She looked ghostly in the darkness. Her horse froze as it saw Skitter. The woman stroked its mane.
Zeeky called out, "Skitter won't hurt you. My name is Zeeky. I need to talk to you."
The woman nodded. She shook the reins of the horse and it nervously inched forward.
"I'm Filia," the woman said. "I've come with a message of hope."
Now that she was closer, Zeeky saw that Filia was only a few years older. She was thin, and her hair hung around her face in soft blonde curls.
"You've come to tell everyone about the healer," said Zeeky.
"You've heard?"
"Bits and pieces. I know you're telling people to go to the Free City. I know you want to help people. What I don't know is if your healer is as nice as he pretends to be."
The woman smiled. "He's given us no reason to doubt him. He's done nothing but good since he returned to us. He has broken the shackles of death and now brings the promise of life."
Zeeky shrugged. "I'll know the truth once I see him, which won't be much longer. For now, it doesn't matter. I'm going to have to trust him, and you. I need your help."
"How?" asked Filia.
"Follow me back to the bone-field surrounding Rorg's cavern. In a few minutes, slaves will be climbing up from the chimneys. They're going to be frightened and hungry, and they'll have no place to go. Take them to the Free City."
Filia nodded. "How many?"
"A hundred or so," said Zeeky.
Filia opened her saddle bag. She pulled out a white cloth and unwrapped it, revealing a crusty loaf of bread. The end was torn off.
"I can feed them," she said.
"I know," said Zeeky.
Poocher apparently knew as well. He materialized from the darkness to sit in front of Filia's horse. He looked up expectantly.
"Don't beg," said Zeeky.
"It's okay," said Filia. "The healer has touched this loaf." She tore off a palm-sized chunk and tossed it to the pig. "It will never go stale. No matter how many pieces I tear from it, I've yet to exhaust it."
"You'll have a chance to test its limits, I think," said Zeeky. "Follow me."
Zeeky shifted in her saddle and Skitter understood her intention. The long-wyrm turned and moved back toward the bone field, pacing itself so that the horse and Poocher could keep up. Zeeky could have had Skitter stop to let Poocher back onto his saddle, but she thought her friend could use a little exercise. Burning off a bit of his restless energy could only do the pig some good.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
UH-OH
Burke slid open the warehouse door and lifted his lantern overhead, revealing the Angry Beetle. Lamplight glinted on its spiky shell; dust swirled in the winter draft. He ushered Thorny and Vance inside and pulled the door shut. The air inside was cool despite the cast iron stove near the entrance.
Thorny let out a whistle of appreciation as he looked over the new war machine. "You've outdone yourself," he said.
"What?" Vance asked. His hand was on Burke's shoulder for guidance. "What is it?"
"Remember Big Chief?" Burke asked.
"Of course," said Vance. "All them earth-dragons turned tail and ran the second Big Chief rolled into the square."
"Not all of them," said Burke, limping forward on his crutch. "I've got proof of that every morning when I pull on my boot. The Angry Beetle is Big Chief's successor. One day it's going to be the most powerful war machine I've ever built."
"One day?" asked Thorny, walking around the massive machine. "It looks ready for action now."
"Appearances can be deceiving," said Burke. He leaned down before the pot-bellied stove and opened the door. He shoveled in more coal. He touched the pot of chili he'd left cooking on the stove. He'd forgotten all about it during the commotion at the well. The pot still felt warm. The meal could probably be salvaged. "The Angry Beetle has some glitches that need to be worked out."
"Glitches?"
"Outright failures," Burke sighed. "The extra weight of the armor has made a joke of my gears. Currently, it can only roll backwards. I've also got space problems. I can't carry enough coal on board to keep the boiler powered up for more than a couple of hours."
"That's not so bad," said Thorny. "You could roll out a wall of these things a mile or so at a time. Wipe out anything in your way. Wagons could roll along afterward to refuel."
"Maybe," said Burke. "It's not an elegant solution, but we need some way of pushing our force outward. Long term, the dragons can beat us with this blockade if we can't develop a way to take the battle to them. They can treat our rebellion like a brush fire-clear the area around it, deny it fuel, and eventually it will burn itself out. That's our fate, unless I can think of something clever and think of it fast."
"I saw the shotgun in action," said Thorny. "That's pretty impressive."
"It's only a toy compared to the cannons. I've got small cannons on the Beetle that can hurl a lead ball a mile or two. I've got big cannons rolling off the lines that shoot even further. I've spent decades imagining what I could do to dragons if I could learn how to make gunpowder." Burke reached out and placed a hand on the barrel of the rear facing cannon of the Angry Beetle. He shook his head. "Now I'm wondering if my dream isn't going to become a nightmare."
"How so?"
"You saw what Ragnar did to Shanna. When he built this army, he marched from town to town shouting, 'join or die!' I've heard what happened to some of the men who refused to cooperate. Right now, I'm able to temper his brute force approach by constantly dangling the promise of more powerful weapons in front of him. But there's going to be a point where he thinks he's got enough. I'm not so much worried about what he'll do to the dragons as to what he'll do to the men who don't blindly obey him."
Vance was moving around the perimeter of the Angry Beetle, feeling his way from spike to spike. Burke started to warn the boy to be careful but held his tongue. It was important to let Vance feel independent despite his blindness. For someone who said he couldn't see anything, Vance certainly was moving around the edge of the machine quickly enough.
"What's that weird smell?" said Vance from the other side of the Angry Beetle.
"It was supposed to be my dinner." Burke lifted the lid of the iron pot on the stove and stirred the contents. The air filled with a pungent, spicy aroma, along with the scent of charred meat. The contents were sticking to the bottom of the pot.
"Oh lord," said Thorny. "Not your chili!"
"Chili sounds good," said Vance.
"Burke's cooking isn't for the faint of heart. His chili has killed more people than his guns ever will."
Burke chuckled as he used a ladle to scoop out a large glop of stringy meat into a wooden bowl. He handed it to Vance, who reached out and took it in a confident manner that made Burke wonder again if perhaps the boy could see more than he let on. "Don't listen to Thorny. I still say most of those deaths were just coincidence. Besides, this is a new recipe. I'm currently limited by the items in the earth-dragons larders. They had some hot sausages I've chopped up and added to this."
The wooden spoon stopped inches from Vance's lips. He said, "I've, um, heard there were human bodies in the larder. You didn't… um…"
"Any human remains were turned over to Ragnar for proper burial. The man has his faults, but he's not a cannibal. I hope."
Vance started to put the spoon in his mouth, then pulled it away again. "I also heard there were jars of pickled earth-dragon babies."