“Stop that!” I yell, flinching back.
“You give too much away, Todd Hewitt,” he snaps, finally almost angry. “How do you ever expect to lead men if you broadcast every last sentiment?”
“I don’t expect to lead men,” I spit back.
“You were going to lead this army when you had me tied up, and if that day comes again, you’ll need to keep your own counsel, now won’t you? Have you kept up your practice with what I taught you?”
“I don’t want nothing you could teach me.”
“Oh, but you do.” He steps closer. “I’ll say it to you as often as it takes you to believe it: there’s power in you, Todd Hewitt, power that could rule this planet.”
“Power that could rule you.”
He smiles again, but it’s white hot. “Do you know how I keep my Noise from being heard, Todd?” he says, his voice all twisty and low. “Do you know how I keep everyone from hearing every last secret I’ve got?”
“No–”
He leans forward. “With as little effort as possible.”
And I’m saying, “Get back!” but–
There it is again, right in my head, I AM THE CIRCLE AND THE CIRCLE IS ME–
But this time it’s different–
There’s a lightness–
A breath-stealing feeling–
A weightlessness to it that makes my stomach rise–
“I give you a gift,” he says, his voice floating thru my head like a cloud on fire. “The same gift I’ve given to my captains. Use it. Use it to defeat me. I dare you.”
I look into his eyes, into the blackness of them, the blackness that swallows me whole–
I AM THE CIRCLE AND THE CIRCLE IS ME.
And that’s all I can hear in the whole world.
{VIOLA}
The town is eerily quiet as Acorn and I walk through it, some of it even silent, the people of New Prentisstown having fled into the cold night somewhere. I can’t imagine how terrified they must be, not knowing what’s happening or what might be waiting for them.
I look behind me as we ride through the empty square in front of the ruins of the cathedral. Hanging up there in the sky, above the still-standing bell tower, is another probe, keeping its distance from Spackle arrows but tracking me, watching me go.
But that’s not all I’ve got.
Acorn and I make our way out of the square and down the road that leads to the battlefield, closer and closer to the army. Close enough so I can see them waiting there. They watch me as I ride up, soldiers sitting on their camprolls, huddled around fires. Their faces are tired and almost shocked, looking at me like I could be a ghost coming out of the darkness.
“Oh, Acorn,” I whisper nervously. “I don’t really have a plan here.”
One of the soldiers stands as I approach, pointing his rifle at me. “Stop right there,” he says. He’s young, dirty-haired, with a fresh wound on his face, stitched badly by firelight.
“I want to see the Mayor,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
“The who?”
“Who is it?” another soldier asks, standing up, too, also young, maybe even as young as Todd.
“One of them terrorists,” the first one says. “Come here to set off a bomb.”
“I’m not a terrorist,” I say, glancing over their heads, trying to find Todd out there, trying to hear his Noise in the rising ROAR–
“Off the horse,” the first soldier says. “Now.”
“My name is Viola Eade,” I say, Acorn shifting beneath me. “The Mayor, your President, knows me.”
“I don’t care what yer name is,” says the first one. “Off the horse.”
Girl colt, Acorn warns–
“I said, off the horse!”
I hear the cocking of a rifle, and I start yelling, “Todd!”
“I’m not warning you again!” says the soldier and other soldiers are standing now–
“TODD!” I shout again–
The second soldier grabs Acorn’s reins and others are pressing forward. Submit! Acorn snarls, teeth bared, but the soldier just hits him in the head with his rifle–
“TODD!”
And hands are grabbing at me and Acorn’s whinnying Submit, submit! but the soldiers are pulling me off the saddle and I’m holding on as hard as I can–
“Let her go,” a voice says, cutting through all of the shouting, even though it doesn’t sound raised at all.
The soldiers let me go at once, and I right myself on Acorn’s saddle.
“Welcome, Viola,” the Mayor says, as a space opens between us.
“Where’s Todd?” I say. “What have you done with him?”
And then I hear his voice–
“Viola?”
–a step behind the Mayor and pushing past him, shoving him hard in the shoulder as he forces his way towards me, his eyes wide and dazed, but here he comes–
“Viola,” he says, reaching up to me and he’s smiling and I’m reaching for him, too–
But for a second, just a quick second, there’s something weird about his Noise, something light, something vanishing–
For a second, I can barely hear it–
And then his feelings wash over it and he’s Todd again and he grips me hard and says, “Viola.”
[TODD]
“And then Simone said, I’ve got a better idea,” Viola says and opens the flap on the new bag she’s carrying. She reaches in and takes out two flat metal things. They’re small as skimming stones, curved and shiny, shaped perfectly to fit in yer palm. “Comms,” she says. “You and I can talk to each other no matter where we are.”
She reaches over and puts one in my hand–
–and I feel her fingers there for a second and I feel the relief all over again, the relief of seeing her, the relief of having her here, right here in front of me, even in the way her silence pulls at me still, even in the way she’s still looking at me a bit funny–
It’s my Noise she’s looking at, I know it is.
I am the Circle and the Circle is me. He put it into my head, light and disappearing. Said it was a “teknique”, something I could practise to make it so I could be just as silent as him and his captains.
And for a minute there, for a minute there I think I was–
“Comm one,” she says into her comm and suddenly the metal on mine turns into a palm-sized screen filled with Viola’s smiling face.
It’s like I’m holding her right in my hand.
She shows me her comm with a little laugh and there’s my own face, looking surprised.
“The signal’s relayed through the probe,” she says, pointing back towards the city, where a dot of light is hovering far down the road. “Simone’s keeping it back so this one doesn’t get shot down.”
“Smart move,” says the Mayor, from where he’s been standing nearby. “May I see one of those?”
“Nope,” Viola says, not even looking at him. “If you do this,” she says to me, pressing her comm at the edge, “you can talk to the scout ship, too. Simone?”
“I’m here,” says a woman, popping up next to Viola on the screen in my hand. “Are you okay down there? There was a minute where–”
“I’m okay,” says Viola. “I’m with Todd. This is him, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Todd,” says the woman.
“Uh,” I say. “Hi?”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Viola says to the woman.
“I’ll be watching. And Todd?”
“Yeah?” I say, looking at the woman’s little face.
“You take care of Viola, you hear?”
“Don’t you worry,” I say.
Viola presses her comm again and the faces disappear. She takes a long breath and gives me a tired smile. “So I leave you for five minutes and you go off and fight a war?” she says and she’s saying it to be kinda funny but I wonder–
I wonder if seeing all that death is why she looks a little different to me. More real, more there, like it’s just the most incredible thing in the world that we’re both still alive and I feel my chest get all funny and tight and I think, Here she is, right here, my Viola, she came for me, she’s here–
And I find myself thinking how I want to take her hand again and never let it go, to feel the skin of it, the warmth of it, hold it tight against my own hand and–