D. MacHale - The Rivers of Zadaa

Loor nodded again, and took my hand. I nearly screamed. It was the same hand I had thrown up to deflect Saint Dane’s killer blow. He must have broken bones. But you know, I didn’t stop her. It was a rare event when Loor showed me a sign of affection. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like searing pain from broken bones stop her. I tried to squeeze her hand back, but I didn’t have much of a grip.

“You are being cared for by the finest doctor in Xhaxhu,” she assured me.

“Don’t they hate Rokadors?” I asked.

“Not when the prince of Zinj himself orders that you be cared for,” Loor answered proudly. “There have been two Ghee warriors guarding your room since you arrived. You are safe here.”

“I like that guy,” I said, stating the obvious. “What’s his name again? Payday something-or-other?”

“Pelle a Zinj,” she said. “I believe he holds the future of Xhaxhu, and Zadaa, in his hands. He is a man of peace; that is why he stopped the…the fight.”

“It wasn’t a fight,” I said. “It was a slaughter.”

Loor didn’t comment. “You will heal,” she said. “And we will return to our mission.”

Our mission. Right. That mission had taken a strange turn.

“Saint Dane totally lost it,” I said. “He wanted to kill me. It didn’t seem like an act or anything. If it weren’t for that prince guy, he would have.”

“I agree,” Loor said. “His rage consumed him.”

I pulled my hand away from Loor’s. Affection or not, it hurt.

“Maybe that means he’s getting desperate,” I said. “We may be closer to beating him than we think.”

“If only that were true,” Loor lamented.

“There’s something else,” I said. “When Saint Dane was at his worst, he said something strange. He said that this is what the future holds for me, and those like me. He said it was a promise he made, and he was going to keep it. What kind of promise is that? And who did he make it to?”

Loor frowned. “Saint Dane has always brought pain and suffering. But to know he made someone a promise to do so is…troubling.”

“Yeah, troubling,” I said. “That’s one way of putting it. I’d say it’s freaking scary. Could there be somebody else out there who Saint Dane answers to?”

We let that question hang in the air. The possibility was far too horrifying to even think about.

“Whatever the answer is,” Loor said, “we will not find it until you are well. You must rest. She backed away from me and sat down in the chair.

“Go home,” I said. “As long as there are guards outside, I’ll be fine.”

“Either Saangi or I have been by your side from the time you were brought here,” Loor said. “We will be here until you walk out with us.”

Wow. Loor and Saangi had been watching over me. That’s a strange thing to hear. I hoped I didn’t drool in my sleep. I was grateful, of course. But I wasn’t sure why they did it. Was it because I was the lead Traveler, and they needed me in the battle against Saint Dane? Or did Loor have deeper feelings than that? As I lay there, watching Loor sitting up straight in the chair, I remembered back to the first time I met her on Denduron. She thought I was useless. It bothered me because nobody likes to be seen as a loser, but I had no idea how to prove her wrong. She was self-confident to the point of arrogance, with the ability to cut through all the junk to see the truth in most any situation. I, on the other hand, was totally freaked out about being yanked away from home. I spent most of my time in a frightened and confused haze. Her confidence gave me strength and clarity. Together we saved Denduron.

I’ve grown up a lot since then, but in many ways I still feel like the scared kid who left home on the back of Uncle Press’s motorcycle. Loor, on the other hand, is a rock. Since Denduron I’d often asked for her help, and she always came through. Now the fight had come to Zadaa. Her home. This time, she needed my help. As I lay on that bed, numb from pain and starting to drift off to sleep again, I swore to myself that no matter what happened from here on, I would not let her down.

I’m not exactly sure how much time I spent in that Batu hospital. If I were to guess, I’d say it was about a month. Medical care on Zadaa wasn’t exactly like what we have on Second Earth. There were no thermometers or blood tests or intravenous drips or anything like we have in our hospitals at home. Medicine was limited to some foul-tasting liquids that I had to drink every couple of hours. This guy would come in who I assumed was a doctor. He’d put his hands on my head and on my arm as if he could “sense” what was wrong with me, and then give me a different concoction to choke down. It all seemed so bogus, except for the fact that I gradually began to feel better.

Like I said, at first I couldn’t even move. Every part of my body was swollen and sore. Even my face. I had been healing for a month before I even realized this! Rolling over in bed was a major challenge, but this doctor guy kept insisting that I move. He was relentless, saying that the only way I would heal was to move. I wanted to slug him. I think I would have, if I had been able to lift my arms and make a fist, that is. But that wasn’t going to happen. If I could have done some damage on the guy with my toes, I would have.

I think I would have argued more with him, if Loor or Saangi hadn’t been there watching. I didn’t want to look like a wuss in front of them. But man, I was in pain. It was like medieval physical therapy, with the only reward for all the hard work being some drink that made Listerine taste like sniggers. At first he just had me roll over in bed. Then he got me to sit up, then stand. That was a tough one. My legs were so weak they wouldn’t even hold my weight at first. But my strength returned pretty quick. I think the only broken bones I had were in my left hand, the one I deflected the weapon with. Maybe a couple of ribs, too. I didn’t know for sure because there was no such thing as an X-ray machine. But if pain was any indicator, bones were broken. They had my arm wrapped pretty tight with cloth to keep my wrist from moving. I probably had a concussion, too. That’s how bad the headaches were. And the dizziness.

As the days went by, the headaches got less intense and the room stopped spinning. I guess I don’t have to say that I had never gone through anything like that before, so it’s hard to say how well I was doing. But it seemed to me that after the massive beating I took, I was healing pretty quickly.

The big day finally came that I could walk out of the room and into the corridor. But that was only half of what made it such a big day. The doctor was on my left and Loor on my right, in case I took a header. With all this support, I took my first tentative steps out of the room. I felt like the Tin Woodsman inThe Wizard of Ozbefore they oiled him up. Everything was creaky and stiff. But I knew I had to work through it, so I shuffled out. The hallway stretched out to either side of my door, with rooms spaced every few yards…just like a hospital at home. Nothing special. But man, I was happy to see something other than the four walls of that room. The next thing I saw were two, huge Ghee guards standing on either side of my door, just as Loor had said.

“Hi, guys,” I said, all friendly.

Neither answered or even looked at me. They may have been assigned to protect a Rokador, but they didn’t have to like it. I decided not to push it. I took one more step, when suddenly the two guards knelt down on their knees and dropped their heads. For a second I thought they were being all respectful toward me. But then the doctor and Loor did the same thing.

“Uhh, what’s the deal?” I asked, confused.