D. MacHale - The Rivers of Zadaa

More than that, we were surprised to learn that it was the Tiggen guards who saved the Batu invaders. Testimony from both Ghee warriors and Tiggen guards confirmed that the Ghee warriors had made it all the way to Kidik. They were preparing to cross the ocean and attack Kidik Island when they were met by a band of Tiggen guards. These guards had learned what was about to happen. They had been prepped by Teek. Teek had convinced them of how wrong the mad plan was. When Teek returned to help us take over the master control station, several Tiggen guards risked their lives to cross the ocean, meet the Ghee, and warn them of the impending danger. The Ghee leaders at first thought it was a trick, until the water started to rise. The order to retreat was given, and the Batu quickly fled to the surface. The Tiggen guards didn’t flee with them. They risked their own lives by staying to help their fellow Rokador escape.

Bokka and Teek would have been proud. When I heard this story, I thought of Saint Dane’s condemnation of all the people of the territories. He said they were selfish and weak. I wished he could have heard about the heroism of the Tiggen guards. Maybe he had.

I learned all of this during the trials. Alder and I stayed with Loor and attended as observers. We needed to know the final outcome of the conflict. After all, this wasn’t just about a war between tribes, this was about our struggle with Saint Dane. Our part in the destruction didn’t get much play, I’m happy to say. Some of the engineers testified that a few renegades had made it to the master control station, but since we didn’t step forward to take credit, the story was discounted.

It was still semi-risky to look like a Rokador and walk around the city. We got a few odd looks, but there was no trouble. The Batu had had their fill of trouble. It helped that Loor was always by our side. It also didn’t hurt that water was flowing freely. That diffused a lot of tension. At worst we were looked on as a beaten enemy. At best we were potentially new friends. Either way, we didn’t have any problems.

It was amazing to see how quickly Xhaxhu healed from the drought. The rows of dead palm trees that lined the streets like dry matchsticks began to sprout new green growth. The giant stone buildings and statues that had been encrusted with desert sand were washed down. The same with the streets. The sand that was slowly encroaching on the city was turned back and cleaned away.

Xhaxhu was alive once again.

The massive farms outside the city walls were cleared of sand and replanted. Water flowed freely, irrigating the many rows that would soon sprout an abundance of food to feed the two tribes. We strolled along the bank of the new river, where small green plants were already starting to grow. We even took a trip out to the Mooraj training camp. I was expecting to have all sorts of bad memories, but it wasn’t like that at all. The camp had been cleaned up and it was full of children, both Batu and Rokador, who played together happily.

I truly felt as if we were witnessing the birth of a new civilization that had every chance of becoming greater than the last.

It also meant that we had beaten Saint Dane. We had done that before, but this felt different. He made some pretty bold statements. He had nothing but contempt for the people of the territories. For him, Zadaa was meant to be a demonstration of how weak we all were and how we were so easily controlled by fear, greed, and envy. He was so confident in his victory that he didn’t even resort to trickery with the Rokador. Of course, he didn’t tell them thewholetruth. He didn’t admit to being a demon Traveler bent on destroying their world. The more I thought about what he had done and said, the more I realized that for him, winning Zadaa meant more than winning another territory. He wanted to prove a point. To the Travelers. To me. He wanted to demoralize us and show us that we were fighting a losing battle to save people who didn’t deserve saving.

He was wrong. To understand that, you didn’t have to look farther than Bokka and Teek and their Tiggen friends. They knew what was happening was wrong. Bokka and Teek sacrificed their lives for the greater good. Many other Tiggen guards risked theirs as well. In my mind, their actions were proof that Saint Dane was wrong. Instead of proving his invincibility, the events on Zadaa gave me hope, for the first time, that we could beat this guy. No, that wewouldbeat this guy. I hoped he knew, wherever he was, that he was wrong about the people of the territories. They would triumph over his evil, and we would be there to help them.

I was left with only one troubling thought. Saint Dane said he had made a promise that he would destroy the territories and make the people of Halla suffer.

Who did he make that promise to?

As much as I wanted to think of Zadaa as the battle that turned the war against Saint Dane in our favor, his words bothered me. There was much more to learn about this war. We still had a long way to go.

Once we were confident that the trouble on Zadaa was over, it was time to think about moving on. Alder was the first to leave. We were all totally relieved to discover that the tunnels directly beneath Xhaxhu remained intact. Water once again flowed over the waterfall and through the underground river. That was important because it meant the waterways to and through Xhaxhu did not have to be rebuilt. For us it meant we could still get to the flume. If these tunnels had been flooded, we would have been stuck on Zadaa. Finding the flume clear was our final victory. “Thank you,” I said to Alder.

We stood in front of the mouth of the flume along with Loor and Saangi.

“There is no need to thank me, Pendragon,” Alder said. “I am a Traveler.” He put his big arm around me and added, “And if I weren’t, I would still be there for you.”

I hugged the big guy. I was going to miss him.

“Perhaps I should stay with you,” Alder said. “This is not over.”

“Thanks,” I said. “But I don’t know what I’m going to find next. Believe me, if I need you-“

“You know where I am,” he said. “When this is all over, I want you to return to Denduron. You will be amazed by how the Milago and the Bedoowan have grown together. I can only hope that the Batu and Rokador will do the same.”

Loor stepped up to him and gave him a hug. “They will,” she said. “With thanks to you.”

Wow. That was a surprise. Maybe Loor was getting to be a huggy-type after all. I guess total victory will do that.

Even Saangi got a hug from Alder. “Take care of her,” Alder said, referring to Loor.

Saangi said, “I always do.”

Alder stepped into the tunnel. He took a breath and bellowed, “Denduron!”

The tunnel came to life. Alder turned back to us and raised his hand to wave. “Until next time, my friends. I will be waiting.”

A moment later he was gone.

I didn’t follow. I had made a decision. I wasn’t going to leave Zadaa before talking with Loor. There was a lot on my mind that I had been holding back because the time wasn’t right. I didn’t have that excuse anymore. As terrifying as it may have been, I wanted to tell Loor how I felt about her. There was never going to be a better time. The three of us left the flume, headed for Loor’s home. When we arrived, I asked Saangi if I could have a little time alone with Loor. She didn’t seem too happy about it, but she agreed.

“Then we must now say good-bye,” Saangi said.

I held out my hand to shake hers and said, “You know, you’re my hero.”

Saangi grabbed me in a big hug. “Loor told me to put my faith in you,” she said. “At first I did not understand why, but I do now. You will defeat Saint Dane. I have no doubt.”

I pulled away from her and said, “Are you serious? You didn’t have faith in me at first?” I tried to sound all insulted.