"You will forgive my grandson, Mazer. He is young and loose lipped and knows little respect."
"He's right," said Mazer. "I do owe you."
"You owe us nothing. We are alive because of you. There is no debt between us."
"You should go north," said Mazer. "You can't stay here. There aren't any more supplies in the valley. You need food, fresh water. You've only stayed this long because of me, and for that I'm grateful, but I can't allow you to endanger yourselves anymore on my behalf. Let me take you north until we find another group or family you can travel with. Then I'll leave you and come south."
"To the lander? I cannot talk you out of such folly?"
"Destroying the landers is the only way to end this war."
Danwen exhaled. "I am an old man, Mazer. Too old for war, with you or the Formics. If you say you must go south, I will not try to stop you. Although I will allow you to escort us to a family or group. The boy doesn't feel safe with me, and I don't blame him. I can do little to defend us. He deserves better. We will leave at first light."
"Thank you," said Mazer. "Also, and I hope you take no offense at this, Ye Ye Danwen, but after the war, I want to help Bingwen get into a school. He has told me how hard it is to get an education here. With your blessing I would like to enroll him somewhere. In a private school in Beijing perhaps. Or in Guangzhou. I will pay for it. For as long as I can. I owe him that."
Danwen reached out and patted Mazer's hand. "You are a good man, Mazer Rackham. You have my blessing. Bingwen is a rare boy. You will say I am biased, but I believe he is one in a thousand. Maybe one in a million. Do you think a child could be wiser than most adults, Mazer?"
"I do now."
Danwen laughed. "Yes. A very wise boy. You should ask him how to destroy the lander. I would not be surprised if he had the answer."
That night Danwen insisted on taking first watch. He sat in the doorway of the farmhouse with the sword lying across his lap. Mazer lay down near the window on the far side of the room with a view of the night sky. He stared up at the millions of stars, wondering if the mothership had been destroyed. Maybe the Formics here in China were all that was left of them.
"Mazer." A whisper.
Mazer turned. Bingwen was beside him, sitting on the floor hugging his knees tightly to his chest.
"I am sorry for asking you to stay. That was selfish."
"You don't have to apologize, Bingwen. I'd stay if I could. I'm sorry I can't."
The boy nodded but didn't leave.
Mazer waited. Bingwen stared at the floor.
"Is there something else you wanted to say, Bingwen?"
The boy nodded, but he didn't look at Mazer. "You must tell Grandfather something. Before you leave. I cannot tell him. I have tried many times, but the words won't come."
Mazer waited. The boy said nothing.
"What must I tell him, Bingwen?"
In the moonlight Mazer could see tears running down Bingwen's cheeks. The boy didn't make a sound. He wiped at his face with his sleeve then spoke in a whisper. "My parents. They will not be waiting for us in the north. The day I came for you, I saw them." He shook his head, ashamed. "I did not bury them. And now they are in the mountain of death, piled with all the dead things. I have dishonored them."
Mazer sat up and took the boy in his arms. "You have not dishonored them, Bingwen. Don't think such a thing. You have honored them by helping me." He didn't know what else to say. The boy shook silently in his arms. Mazer could see Danwen's silhouette in the doorway, looking in his direction. Mazer held up a hand to indicate that all was well.
Sometime later Bingwen fell asleep. Only then did Mazer release him, gently laying him on his mat on the floor. Mazer lay down on the wood planks beside him, eyes weary and body weak. The rice and bamboo were filling his stomach but doing little more than that. His energy was down. He needed nutrients. Judging by how gaunt his body looked and felt, he guessed he had lost about seven kilos, or fifteen pounds. It was weight he couldn't afford to lose--he had had almost no body fat to begin with.
Outside, the night was still and quiet. It had taken Mazer a week to get used to the silence. No birds fluttered; no mice or small creatures rustled in the grass; no insects chirped in the darkness. The Formics had burned the land and everything with it, and left nothing behind but the wind.
Mazer woke suddenly. He had slipped into sleep, but now a sound had awoken him. A soft noise that didn't belong. He sat up and saw it, standing at the door, just outside, its wand leveled at Danwen's face. The old man was asleep, completely oblivious. Mazer was up and running. The wand released a single puff of mist into Danwen's face. The old man moaned quietly. The Formic looked up, sensing movement in the darkness. Then Mazer threw himself at the creature before it could raise the wand again.
They collided and tumbled out into the yard, the creature flailing. Mazer ripped its hand from the wand. Its other hands clawed at him. A leg kicked him. It was strong, Mazer realized. Stronger than he had expected, like an ape. It was scrabbling for him, reaching for him, twisting, fighting, trying to bite at him with its maw. They rolled in the dirt. It struck Mazer on the back, a colossal blow that sent pain ripping though his upper body. The creature was desperate, kicking, bucking. Mazer felt his grip weakening; his strength was not what it was. He twisted and maneuvered himself behind the Formic then wrapped his legs around its torso, pinning its arms to its side. The creature thrashed, desperate, angry. Mazer thought the backpack of defoliant might break and cover him in the liquid.
"Grandfather?"
Bingwen was at the door, looking down at the old man, whose body had slumped to the side.