Mr O’Hare looks surprised. “But, sir–”
“We need to know,” the Mayor says.
Mr O’Hare stares at him for a second, then says, “Yes, sir,” before leaving, but you can tell he’s unhappy about it.
“Maybe the Spackle don’t think the way you do,” I say. “Maybe their goal ain’t just war.”
He laughs. “Forgive me, Todd, but you do not know our enemy.”
“Maybe you don’t neither. Not as much as you think.”
He stops laughing. “I beat them before,” he says. “I will beat them again, even if they’re better, even if they’re smarter.” He brushes some dust off his general’s trousers. “They will attack, mark my words, and when they do, I will beat them.”
“And then we’ll make peace,” I say firmly.
“Yes, Todd,” he says. “Whatever you say.”
“Sir?” It’s Mr Tate this time.
“What is it?” the Mayor says, turning to him.
But Mr Tate ain’t looking at us. He’s looking past us, across the army, where the ROAR of the men is changing as they see it, too.
The Mayor and I turn to look.
And for a second, I truly don’t believe my eyes.
{VIOLA}
“I really think Mistress Coyle should have a look at this, Viola,” Mistress Lawson says, her worried hands rebandaging my arm.
“You’re doing fine on your own,” I say.
We’re back in the little makeshift healing room on the scout ship. As the morning went on, I really did start to feel unwell and sought out Mistress Lawson, who nearly fell over herself with concern when she saw me. Barely pausing to get permission from Simone, she dragged me aboard and set about reading the instructions for every new tool they landed with.
“These are the strongest antibiotics I found,” she says, finishing the new bandage. It feels cool as the medicine sinks in, though the red streaks are now stretching in both directions from the band. “All we can do now is wait.”
“Thank you,” I say, but she barely hears me as she goes back to inventorying the scout ship’s medical supplies. She was always the kindest of the mistresses, tiny and round and in charge of healing the children of Haven, always the one who wanted more than anything to stop other people suffering.
I leave her to it and head back down the ramp from the bay doors onto the hilltop, where the Answer’s camp is already looking almost permanent with the hawklike shadow of the scout ship watching over them. There are rows of orderly tents and fires, supply areas and meeting places. In barely the space of a morning, it looks almost like the camp they had back at the mine when I first joined up with them. Some of them were happy to greet me when I walked through it, but some wouldn’t speak to me at all, unsure of my place in all this.
I’m not too sure of my place in it either.
I had Mistress Lawson treat me because I’m going back down to see Todd, though I’m so tired right now, I’m not sure I won’t fall asleep in the saddle. I’ve already talked to him twice this morning. His voice on the comm is tinny and distant, and his Noise is muffled, overwhelmed on the tiny comm speakers by the Noise of the army around him.
But seeing his face helps.
“Are these all friends of yours, then?” Bradley says, coming down the ramp behind me.
“Hey!” I say, walking right into his hug. “How are you feeling?”
Loud, his Noise says and he gives a little smile, but it actually is a bit calmer today, less panicky.
“You will get used to it,” I say. “I promise.”
“As much as I might not want to.”
He brushes a strand of hair away from my eyes. So grown up, his Noise is saying. And looks so pale. And he shows a picture of me from last year, learning a math segment in the classes he taught. I look so small, so clean, that I have to laugh.
“Simone’s been speaking with the convoy,” he says. “They agree with the peaceful approach. We try to meet with these Spackle and offer humanitarian help to the people here, but the last thing we want to do is get involved in a war that has nothing to do with us.” His hand squeezes my shoulder. “You were right to want to keep us out of it, Viola.”
“I just wish I knew what to do now,” I say, turning away from his praise, remembering how close I came to choosing the other way. “I’ve been trying to get Mistress Coyle to talk to me about how the first truce worked but–
I stop because we both see someone running across the hilltop, looking this way and that, searching each face, then seeing the ship, seeing me and running even faster–
“Who’s that?” Bradley asks, but I’m already pulling away from him–
Because it’s–
“LEE!” I shout and start running towards him–
Viola, his Noise is saying, Viola, Viola, Viola, and he reaches me and spins me around in a breath-squeezing embrace that makes my arm ache. “Thank God!”
“Are you okay?” I’m saying as he lets me go. “Where’d you–?”
“The river!” he says, his breath heaving. “What’s happening to the river?”
He looks over to Bradley and back to me. His Noise gets louder, so does his voice. “Haven’t you seen the river?”
[TODD]
“But how?” I say, staring up at the falls–
Staring as they get quieter and quieter–
Staring as they start to disappear altogether–
The Spackle are turning off the river.
“Very clever,” the Mayor is saying to himself. “Very clever indeed.”
“What is?” I nearly shout at him. “What are they doing?”
Every man in the army is watching it now, ROARing loud about it like you wouldn’t believe, watching as the falls trickle back just exactly like someone turning down a tap, with the river below shrinking, too, metres of mud popping up where riverbank used to be.
“No word from our spies, Captain O’Hare?” the Mayor says, in a voice that ain’t happy.
“None, sir,” Mr O’Hare says. “If there’s a dam, it’s back quite a ways.”
“Then we need to find out exactly, don’t we?”
“Now, sir?”
The Mayor turns to him, fury-eyed. Mr O’Hare just salutes and leaves quickly.
“What’s going on?” I say.
“They want a siege, Todd,” the Mayor says. “Instead of a battle, they take away our water and wait until we’re so weak they can walk right over us.” His voice sounds almost angry. “This isn’t what they were supposed to do, Todd. And we will not let them get away with it. Captain Tate!”
“Yes, sir,” says Mr Tate, who’s been waiting and watching with us.
“Get the men in battle formations.”
Mr Tate looks surprised. “Sir?”
“Is there a problem with your orders, Captain?”
“The uphill battle, sir. You said yourself–”
“That was before the enemy declined to play by the rules.” His words start filling the air, twirling around and slipping into the heads of the soldiers around the edge of our camp–
“Every man will do his duty,” the Mayor says, “every man will fight until the battle is won. They won’t be expecting us to come at them so hard and surprise will win us the day. Is that clear?”
Mr Tate says, “Yes, sir,” and heads off into the army, shouting orders, while the soldiers nearest us are already gearing up and making lines.
“Prepare yourself, Todd,” the Mayor says, watching him go. “This is the day we settle it.”
{VIOLA}
“How?” Simone says. “How did they do it?”
“Can you send the probe back upriver?” Mistress Coyle asks.
“They’d just shoot it down again,” Bradley says, dialling some more on the probe’s remote panel. We’re gathered around the three-dimensional projection, Bradley aiming it under the shadow cast by the wing of the ship. Me, Simone, Bradley and Lee, with Mistress Coyle and more and more people from the Answer crowding in as word spreads.