But what if everyone acted like that? My mother's analogy was a good one. If every person was given a bomb big enough to destroy a city, most would probably be responsible with it. But it took only one mistake to ruin everything.
Were the Librarians right to want to contain some information?
I thought they might have been. But, of course, they were wrong about a lot of other things. They controlled too much, and they sought to enforce their way by conquering people. They lied, they distorted, and they suppressed.
But it was still possible for them to be right on occasion, when members of my family were wrong. And it was very possible that my mother - arrogant, conniving, and dismissive as she was - was doing something noble, while my father was being reckless.
If he got what he wanted, it could destroy the world.
Standing there, thinking about it, everything changed. Or perhaps I changed, and the world stayed the same. Or maybe we both changed.
Sometimes, I wished that darn river of Heraclitus's would just stay still. So long as it wasn't moving, it was easy to figure it out, get a perspective on it.
But that's not how life is. And sometimes, the people who used to be your enemies become your allies instead.
"I see that you understand," Shasta said.
“I do.”
"Then do we have a truce?" she asked. "You and I will work together to stop him?"
"I have to think about it first."
"Don't take too long," she said, glancing upward. “Tuki Tuki is doomed. We'll need to get to the catacombs and do our business there quickly, then escape before the city falls."
"I'm not abandoning Tuki Tuki!" I snapped.
"There's no use fighting now," she said, pointing upward.
"Not with that hole in the dome. The order of the shattered Lens has ro-bats. They'll be flying through there to drop on the city in moments."
"Wait," I said. "Ro-bats. Are those, by chance, giant robotic bats?"
“Of course."
"That's the most stoopiderific thing I've ever heard of."
"Oh, and what would you call them?"
"Woe-bots, of course,” I said. "Since they bring woe and destruction. Duh."
She rolled her eyes.
"Either way, I'm not going to leave. The Mokians are depending on me. They need me."
"Alcatraz," she said, folding her arms. "We are working for the preservation of humankind itself. Compared to that, one city is unimportant. Do you think it was easy for me to treat you like I did, all those years? It was because I knew that something more important was at stake!"
"Right," I said, walking away. "You should win an award for your downright wonderful mothering instincts, Shasta."
"Alcatraz!"
I walked away. Too many things didn't make sense; I had to sort through them. As I walked, Aydee Ecks and Aluki ran up to me, she with her backpack full of bears on her shoulder, him holding his flaming spear.
"Your Majesty," Aluki said urgently. "Lady Aydee just brought us word. The scouts have spotted something outside the city. We're in trouble."
"Giant robotic bats?" I asked.
“Yes.”
"How many?"
"Hundreds, Alcatraz!" Aydee said. "I started to do the math but Aluki stopped me. . . .”
"Probably for the best," I said.
"They must have been waiting until the dome broke open to surprise us," Aluki said. "Your Majesty, they'll be able to drop thousands of troops through that hole! We have no kind of air force. We'll be destroyed in minutes!"
“I . . .”
Aluki and Aydee looked at me, eyes urgent. Needful. "I don't know what to do,” I whispered, hand to my head.
"You have to know what to do," Aluki said. "You're king!"
"That doesn't mean I have all of the answers!" I said. My mother’s revelation had shocked me, unhinged me.
Change. A man can be confident one moment – and then, with one discovery, be shocked to the point that he’s completely uncertain. If my mother was working for what was right, and my father was the one trying to destroy the world. . .
I'd saved him. If everything went wrong, it would be my fault. What else had I been horribly wrong about?
But could I trust what my mother had said?
She's right, I thought, with a growing feeling of horror. The words she'd said when I watched her with the Truthfinder's Lens . . . the things my father had said . . . what I'd read . . . my own feelings and experiences with the Dark Talent. All of these things mixed and churned together in me, blended like some nefarious smoothie from a gym counter in Hades.
The Dark Talent, my Talent, wanted everyone to be like the Smedrys. Somehow, I knew that Alcatraz the First had contained it within our family, limiting its damage and power. He was the reason why if someone became a Smedry they got a Talent - but once one became too distant from the family line, children stopped being born with Talents. You only got to be a Smedry if you were cousins to the main line that ran from my grandfather to my father, to me.
It was contained, but my father wanted to let it out. In the face of that, I felt so insignificant. So flawed.
"Alcatraz . . .” Aydee said hopefully. "We need a plan."
"I don't have a plan!" I said, perhaps more loudly than I should have. "Leave me alone. I just . . . I need to think!"
I rushed away, my pack of bears over my shoulder, leaving them standing there stunned. Yes, it was a bitter and childish reaction. But keep in mind that I was a child. The Free Kingdomers treat people like they act, regardless of their age, but I was still a thirteen-year-old boy. It was easy to get overwhelmed. Particularly when you learn you may have accidentally doomed the entire world to destruction.
It sounds a little odd when you say it, doesn't it? A kid like me, destroying the world? It makes for a ridiculous image.
(How ridiculous? Well, I'd say about as ridiculous as the image of a bunch of Canadian Mounties sitting on the backs of lizards while throwing cheese at one another. But that's kind of a tangent. Besides, that part isn't even in this book.)
Everything was twisted on its head. I should have surrendered Tuki Tuki. I should have . . . I didn't know what I should have done. Stayed in the Hushlands, with my blankets pulled over my head, and never gone with Grandpa Smedry.
I'd probably have ended up shot for that, but at least I wouldn't have put the whole world in danger.
I looked up. Gigantic steel bats were flying through the night sky toward the hole in Tuki Tuki's dome. Each carried some fifty Librarians on their backs.
But what could I do about that?
I turned a corner, walking down a grassy path between two zoo buildings, leaving so that Aluki and Aydee couldn't stare at me with those disappointed eyes. Overhead, terrible screeches began to sound in the air.
At that moment, the ground shook beneath my feet. I looked around, anxious, worrying that the Librarians had found more robots to toss boulders at the city. However, I quickly realized that the entire city wasn't shaking, just the patch of ground directly beneath me. A hole opened up under my feet. I yelped, tumbling down into a hole dug by another Librarian infiltration team.
They'd just happened to come up right where I was standing.
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I’m afraid it’s time to contradict myself. I know, this is very surprising. After all, I'm never inconsistent in these books. But it's time to make an exception. Just this once. Please forgive me.
Don't act this chapter out.
I know you've been following along since I told you to, acting out every single event in this book. When I saved the city by powering the dome, you were there, face pressed up against the window of your room. When I had my conversation with my mother, you were repeating the same words to your mother. (She was pretty confused, eh?) When Bastille and the crew were throwing teddy bears at robots, I presume that you ran through your house with stuffed bears, throwing them at anything that moved. And when I got out all of the boxes of macaron