David Baldacci - The Finisher

He nodded as my voice trailed off. “Okay, Vega Jane. Okay.”

I walked him back to the Care and left him there with his dad.

I looked to the sky and calculated the time. I made it back to my digs, changed my frock and heels and stockings for my new trousers, sweater and boots. I picked up Destin, wrapping it around my waist and under my new cloak. I also pocketed the Elemental and the package wrapped with pretty paper, and then I set off.

I hurried along until I was well away from Wormwood proper. I reached my predetermined hiding place at the exact sliver I wanted. The carriage rattled out from Morrigone’s home two slivers later. I knew Morrigone was inside. I knew she was going to meet with Thansius at the south portion of the Wall near Stacks at the second section of night. I knew this because I had written that request in Thansius’s hand on his official stationery. I had chosen the south side of the Wall because it was the farthest away from Morrigone’s home and would give me time to complete my task.

When the carriage was well past, I hurried up not to the front door but to the back. I took out my tools and soon the lock gave way and I slipped into the house. I looked around quickly for any sign of William or the maid I knew also worked here.

The only Wug I wanted to see was John. I silently mounted the stairs, counted down the doors to his room and knocked quietly. I stepped back as footsteps came. I knew they were John’s by his gait.

The door opened and there he was. He seemed to have gotten a bit taller and his frame had continued to fill out. His clothes were beautiful, but this time so were mine. And I would wager coin that this night I was as clean and smelled as nice as he did.

He looked at me curiously and I suddenly realized he didn’t recognize me.

“John, it’s me, Vega.”

His mouth fell open slightly. “Have I changed that much?” I said in amusement.

“What happened to you?” he asked.

“Some new odds and ends.”

“What are you doing here?”

Now my face paled. There was no warmth in that query. There was only suspicion tinged with impatience. “I came to visit you.”

“Morrigone has told me what took place between you. She saved your life before Council. Your life, Vega! And you repay her kindness with betrayal.”

“You did not say this when we were at the Care. When you were crying your eyes out over our parents being gone. You were glad I told you. You said so.”

He waved this away. “I have had more time to think of it. Yes, I needed to know about our parents. But you still betrayed Morrigone.” He stopped and stared darkly at me. “What do you want, Vega? I have much to do this night still.”

I collected my composure and said in a softer tone, “I came to visit. I wanted to before now, but I’ve been so busy. And I know you have too with the Wall.”

I sucked in a breath and silently cursed myself. I saw his features darken even more at the mention of the Wall.

“You told my workers to disobey my orders,” he said sharply.

I thought to myself, Your bloody workers? “They were weakening the straps by punching more holes in them. You know what happened to Duf Delphia. He lost his legs.”

He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Morrigone reported this to me.”

She reported this to you? I thought.

He continued. “He will be taken care of. Timbertoes. Sticks. Injury wages. He will have no reason to complain.”

“He will have no reason to complain?” I said incredulously. “With his legs gone? How would you feel if you were getting the timbers and sticks and not him?”

“He is a worker Wug, Vega. Injuries to those types happen. But they will be taken care of. And their families. We are grateful for their service for the greater good.”

We are grateful for their service? Since when did John start talking in the third Wug about himself?

“ I’m a worker Wug,” I said. “What if my legs or arms got lopped off while I was performing for you and the greater bloody good?”

He stared up at me, his expression unchanged by my blunt words.

I looked past his shoulder and into his room. Every inch of every wall was covered with scrolls, and on them were languages and symbols and drawings that made me gape. Some of them were hideous things, foul things. There was one creature whose head was a mass of slimy tentacles, and another whose legs were those of a spider and whose mouth was literally lined with fangs.

I shot him a bewildered glance tingled with the horror I was feeling. He quickly closed his door, blocking my view.

“What are those things, John?” I said, my voice tipped with disgust.

“Many of the things we will be pitted against are horrible, but that does not mean we cannot learn from them. In fact, the more we know, the better prepared we will be.”

“I just don’t want you delving into things that may … overwhelm you, John.”

“I’m up to it, Vega, I can absolutely assure you.”

I swallowed and finally said what I had come here to say. “John, would you consider coming back to live with me? At our old home? We could —”

But he was already shaking his head. “Impossible, Vega. Wormwood needs me doing what I am doing. Morrigone assures me that I am absolutely indispensable.”

All the hopes I had carried with me here instantly vanished. Before I could say anything, John hurried on. “You should not be here,” he said. “Morrigone will not be pleased. She had to go out to meet with Thansius, but she’ll be back this night.”

“I’m sure she will. What has she been saying about me to you? Other than my betraying her?”

“Nothing, not really.”

Now John the young had returned to me, but with a significant difference. He was lying. And he was not good at it because of having had no practice. Unlike me.

“Did she mention that we did battle?” He blinked rapidly. “Did she tell you that she wrecked the window at my digs and then vanished?” He blinked more rapidly. I pointed over his shoulder toward his room. “What are those things on your walls?”

“Just things I am learning.”

“They look foul and evil. Is that what Morrigone wants you to learn about?”

“My studies are no concern of yours!” he said defiantly.

“Do you think our parents would want you knowing about such things?”

“They are gone. I must continue to live. The more I know, the better.”

“You might want to ask yourself, why does Morrigone want you to know such things? For the greater good? How likely is that?”

I let the silence linger. I wanted him to really think about what I had just said.

“You … you’re still in the Duelum.”

“I know I am. I’m surprised you’re even aware of it.”

“I … I hope that you win.”

“Thank you.”

“You should go now.”

I reached in my pocket and pulled out the package wrapped in pretty paper and handed it to him. “Happy twelve sessions, John.”

He registered surprise as he looked down at the package. My brother and I shared the same birthlight. He looked up at me with guilty eyes. “But that means … I lost track …”

“It’s okay. As you said, you’ve been very busy.” I was gratified to see that under a shell that was hardening with each passing light, my brother was still in there somewhere. But for how much longer?

“Open it,” I said.

His fingers dispatched the pretty paper. It was a journal inside.

“You’ve read so many books, John, that I thought it quite unnecessary to give you another. But as smart as you are, I thought you might want to start writing one of your very own.”

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. Slowly, we both reached out for the other and embraced. I squeezed John as tightly as I could and he did the same to me.