Smash the dam. Restart the generators. Mend the cables. Restore the laser cage.
And was he asking for more? I didn't know. Would Sebastian ask his friends to bring Rosalind back to life? Or create a being from nano who looked and acted like Rosalind? Could he do the same for the rest of the dead: raise up doppelgangers of Myoko, Pelinor, the Caryatid? And if that were possible, would I want it? Would I accept artificial stand-ins for my friends, even if the replacements were perfect copies? Would Sebastian accept a replica Rosalind?
Annah nudged me. "We have to get out of the cage; the lasers might start any second." I nodded and let her lead me off… but as I did, I couldn't help gazing at her in doubt. Was she real? Did the original Annah truly ‹BINK› to safety in time? Or did the League create a duplicate to smile and greet me once I reached the moon? And what about Impervia? Did she really survive or was she some League simulacrum, sent to buy time for Sebastian?
Ridiculous things to think about. If the League wanted Annah and Impervia to survive, the universe would oblige. Annah would have an escape route, and she'd use it with milliseconds to spare. Impervia's wounds would heal at exactly the right speed for her to recover and charge in like an avenging angel. There'd be no need for artificial replacements.
And yet…
I looked at Annah again. She smiled back, but there was questioning in her eyes, as if she wondered why I was staring at her so oddly. "It's nothing," I said. "It's nothing."
With a crackle and hum, the lasers pulsed on. Sebastian remained in the cage, still surrounded by his shell of golden light. Several seconds passed, then ‹BINK›… and suddenly, there were twice as many cellules within the prison cube. The saintly Lucifer had returned from the moon. With no visible hesitation, all the black grains flowed together into a single heap — the formerly evil cellules instantly converted by the force of the angel's mind.
"And there we go," I said. "Mission accomplished."
"Quest accomplished," Impervia corrected. "But there'll be more quests to come."
"Why do you say that?"
She nodded toward the mouth of the cavern. Two figures had appeared in the entrance, lit by lamps left behind by the Lucifer-Keepers. One of them wore green plastic armor, similar in style to Dreamsinger's but not endowed with female appurtenances; it had to be Science-Lord Rashid, the Spark who'd passed me by in college. The other person was more familiar: Opal Quintelle, Chancellor of Feliss Academy. When she caught sight of us, she whispered to Rashid — probably telling him who we were. Then she hurried forward to greet us.
Rashid stayed behind… maybe getting ready to shoot us if we turned out to be Lucifers in teachers' clothing.
"Sorry we didn't get here sooner," Opal said. "The High Lord decreed that Dreamsinger had to handle this mess on her own. I think he was following a request from… higher up. Anyway, we had to wait till it was over." She smiled apologetically. "But you're alive. That's wonderful."
"We're alive," Impervia answered. "The others weren't so blessed."
Opal dropped her gaze. She had the good sense not to recite that inane phrase of hers about being expendable — Impervia might have punched her. After a moment, Opal lifted her eyes again. "What about Dreamsinger?"
"We haven't checked on her yet," I said. "Last I saw, the evil Lucifer was still trying to smother her. I suppose that's a good sign — if the Lucifer had actually killed Dreamsinger, it would have gone on to other things."
"Where is she?"
I gestured to the rear of the laser cage. From where we were standing near the chamber entrance, I couldn't see the Sorcery-Lord's unconscious form. Opal couldn't see either; she tried for a moment, then waved to Lord Rashid. "Your sister is around at the back. They think she might be alive."
Rashid nodded but didn't move. He was still staring at us; I suspect he was scanning us with devices in his armor, making sure we were actually human.
"What's going to happen now?" Annah asked.
"I discussed that with Rashid on our way here." She glanced at the Science-Lord as if asking permission to speak; he made no sign one way or another, so Opal continued. "Rashid thinks it might be best if everyone went to Spark Royal for a while."
Impervia's eyes narrowed. "How long a while?"
"That depends." Opal gave a sheepish look. "You're lucky Dreamsinger isn't on her feet — she'd probably just kill you. But Rashid is sane… and inclined to be softhearted when there's no need for ruthlessness."
"Can't this Rashid speak for himself?" Impervia asked.
A chuckle came from the green armor. "Of course I can," the Science-Lord said. "But I thought I'd go with the strong silent act. My family thinks I should be more imposing."
He came forward with a light step, removing his helmet as he did. When he'd visited the Collegium Ismaili, Rashid had never taken the helmet off; now I saw why. Judging by his face (with a droopy mustache and Asian features, framed by long black hair), I guessed he was at least five years younger than me… which meant he must have been Sebastian's age when I was in university. Wise of him to remain a mysterious armored figure back then — if he'd shown he was just a teenager, he'd have received far less respect from us "sophisticated" twenty-year-olds.
Now a full-grown adult, Rashid gave a placating smile. "I'm not here to drag you off kicking and screaming… nor do I make a habit of killing people to keep them quiet. If you promised not to divulge the true purpose of this power plant, I'd be inclined to let you go. But," he said, glancing at Sebastian (who still glowed in an aura of light within the laser cage), "there's the boy to consider. We can't let someone that powerful run loose — not when he's only sixteen. The world is full of unprincipled people and someone's bound to trick or seduce him into things we'd all regret. So Spark Royal wants Sebastian under its wing till he can be trusted not to cause trouble."
"You mean you want to enslave him?" Impervia asked.
"Don't be ridiculous. Why would we antagonize someone so powerful? If we tried to put Sebastian in chains, he'd hate us for it; even if we succeeded in locking him up, we'd have to expend a great deal of effort keeping him quiet, after which he'd probably escape anyway and become a dangerous enemy. So what's the point? I won't pretend that Sparks are too noble to imprison an innocent boy, but why provoke needless hostility? We want Sebastian on our side as a willing ally. That's where you come in."
He looked at us expectantly. Impervia bristled, but Annah only returned the look. "You want us to persuade Sebastian to do what you want?"
"Not quite. I want you to be Sebastian's chaperons. His teachers." Rashid smiled. "You'll come to Spark Royal where you'll help the boy gain maturity… and of course, my fellow Lords and I will provide any assistance you ask for. You and Sebastian will be respected guests — no bars on your windows, no locks on your doors, no obedience spells, no blackmail. Opal tells me you're talented people. That's good; we always have jobs for talented people."
"In other words," Impervia said, "you intend to use us."
"Exactly," Rashid answered with a grin. "Don't you want to be used? Damned near everyone longs for something meaningful to do — a reason to get out of bed, a justification for living. This is your chance: not just looking after Sebastian but helping Spark Royal keep the planet from falling apart. I admit we Lords aren't saints; we're ruthless bastards and we always play dirty. If you agree to work for us, half the time you won't know the purpose of your duties… and when we do explain, we might not be telling the truth. But that's the real world, folks: not quests, but strategic missions. And I promise, you'll always be able to say no."