Island of Shipwrecks (9 page)

“Eva was a spy. She told me everything Aaron was doing. She's the reason Aaron held off from fighting us all this time. The reason,” he said, taking several breaths, “we are not under attack right now.”

This was news to everyone. They all listened intently, waiting for more.

When Sean was able, he continued. “She knew Alex and the rest of us were going to be gone, but Aaron didn't. And we didn't want him to find out. He's planning to fight. She convinced him to wait to attack us. I spoke to her the night before we set out, and she promised to do everything she could to keep Artimé safe for as long as possible.”

Simber and Claire Morning exchanged glances. Carina stared, unbelieving.

Sean took a sip of water and continued. “She felt her days were numbered, so she took a chance on saving Liam Healy, knowing how remorseful he was about the part he played. Eva had secretly kept him alive in the Ancients Sector, waiting for a chance to get him out of there. And it finally came. She convinced Aaron that he was loyal, and talked him into taking Liam on as a governor.”

Claire Morning stood abruptly and began to pace, visibly angry but keeping her thoughts to herself.

Sean struggled to lift himself on one elbow, and Meghan hurried to help him. “Claire,” he said. His face cracked as he watched her begin to cry. “Claire, please listen.”

Ms. Morning blew her nose in a tissue and nodded.

“Eva Fathom was our friend. And Mr. Today knew it.”

“Don't,” Ms. Morning said.

“She and Mr. Today had a plan.”

“It's her fault he's dead!”

“No. No. I know it looks that way, but it wasn't her fault.”

Ms. Morning paced a bit more, then stopped at the end of
Sean's bed and folded her arms. “All right. Tell me, then.”

Sean closed his eyes momentarily to collect his thoughts, and then opened them and spoke. “Aaron had been plotting to kill Mr. Today for a long time. When it all came down to the final planning stages, he didn't dare. So he told Eva to do it to prove that she was truly on his side, because he didn't trust her.” He leaned forward and winced. “And we needed him to trust her.”

“We?”
Carina said sarcastically. “You mean
you
.”

Sean winced. “I'm sorry, Carina.”

She held up a hand to stop the apology. “Just . . . just go on.”

Sean nodded and turned back to Claire. “Like I said, we needed Aaron to trust Eva. So she and Mr. Today concocted a plan: They would go on holiday together. Eva stole heart attack spells from Carina to show Aaron she had the means to kill Mr. Today. He took some from her, so she lied and told him that one heart attack spell was deadly, in case he ever decided to use it. Then she told Aaron she'd kill Mr. Today on their holiday, and when she returned to Artimé, she'd tell everyone he'd died on the journey.”

Simber frowned but said nothing.

Sean went on. “But really, Eva and Mr. Today planned to fake his death. They were going to send Mr. Today to another island for a time, where he knew and trusted the inhabitants. He'd bide some time there until word got back to Artimé and Quill that he was dead, which would give Aaron a false sense of security, and perhaps he'd delay an attack, thinking he had more time to build up support.”

Sean looked around the room at the faces. “I promise every word of this is true.”

“Why wouldn't my father tell me about this plan?” Claire asked, eyes blazing. “Or Simber, for that matter?”

Simber lowered his head. “If only I had known . . . ,” he said, but didn't finish.

“He was going to tell you and Gunnar at your meeting at the palace that night,” Sean said to Claire. “And I'm sure he planned to tell you, Simber. I'm sure of it. And maybe even Alex, too.”

“So Alex doesn't know any of this?” asked Claire.

Sean shook his head. “If he does, he never said anything to me about it.”

“Not about your secret cavorting with the enemy either?” Carina asked sharply.

“He knew I was up to something from the time Artimé disappeared, but I begged him not to ask me about it, and he trusted me. Besides, he had a lot of other stuff to handle back then.”

Claire frowned. She looked at Gunnar, who was listening intently, reserving judgment for the full story.

After a moment, Claire nodded. “All right. Go on, please, if you're feeling up to it.”

Sean nodded and took another drink of water. He sank back in his pillows and closed his eyes. After a moment of rest, he continued, his voice softer now, and pained. “No one but you and Haluki and Mr. Today knew about the tube in Haluki's office, Claire.”

Meghan's eyes darted from one face to another, then back to her brother's.

“No one expected you and Mr. Today to magically appear smack-dab in the enemy's headquarters. Mr. Today had always walked into Quill when he met with Haluki.
Always.
Why would anyone expect there to be a different route?”

Claire's face was ashen. “Did you know Aaron was working from Gunnar's house?”

Sean shook his head. “Only a few of the Restorers knew. Eva didn't—not until after. When Mr. Today walked out of that closet, he couldn't possibly have been more surprised in his life to see the house lit up and Aaron standing ten feet away. And Aaron, even in a state of panic, actually managed to do it. To . . . to kill him.” He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. A tear dripped from the corner of his eye, and he didn't wipe it away. “If Aaron had only used one heart attack spell, Mr. Today might still be alive . . . but he didn't. He lunged for the pile and threw a handful of them. He used a lethal dose without even knowing it.”

The room was silent. Claire's lips twitched, and tears streamed down her face.

After a while, Haluki looked up. “He used two more heart attack spells the other day,” he said, “to subdue the panther.”

The others turned toward him.

Meghan nodded, thinking back to her secret visit to the palace. “Yes, I'm pretty sure it was him.”

“I'm almost positive of it,” Haluki said. “I saw him later in the jungle by the tube.”

“There's a
tube
in the
jungle
?” Meghan asked, incredulous.

“There are tubes in several places,” Haluki said. “I'm sure I don't know all of them. But there's definitely one in the jungle. I've used it myself.”

“Whoa,” Sean said. “I didn't know either.”

“Almost nobody did,” Haluki said. “Marcus had many secrets. I imagine there are hundreds of things we'll never know. Unless he wrote things down, his secrets went to the grave with him. Perhaps we'll stumble across some now and then.”

Carina, who had been silent and brooding during this last bit, stood up, her face a mask. She looked at Sean. “Well,” she said, her words cold and sharp, “this has been a very informative session.” She struggled to control her anger. “I'm just
so glad
to know you were such
great
friends with my lying mother. Nice of you to tell me—it's not like you and I had anything else to talk about during the entire time I
took care of you
.” She clenched her jaw. “And to think I could have had the chance to . . . to understand all of this and maybe speak to her before . . .”

She shook her head and pointed a shaking finger at Sean. “You are quite possibly the worst person anyone has ever
known. You're a worse human than . . . than Queen Eagala. You're a . . . you're a world-class jerk, Sean. An absolutely hideous man, inside and out. And I never want to look at your ridiculous lying face again.”

She looked like she wanted to say more, but instead she turned and walked swiftly toward the hospital wing doorway, where Mr. Appleblossom stood with Seth, listening to the conversation from afar.

“Mama!” cried the toddler.

“Thank you, sir,” Carina said to Mr. Appleblossom as Seth reached out to her in glee. She took him and held him tightly, then retreated into the mansion's entryway, ran up the stairs to the family wing, and disappeared.

Sean, weak and exhausted, could only watch her go, and when she was out of sight, he put his hand over his eyes and groaned. “Crud,” he muttered.

Y
ou want me to do what?” Aaron asked the general, trying not to sound incredulous. But what General Blair was asking was something Aaron, even on his most adventurous days, had never seriously considered. Tear down the wall? Completely? That went against everything Justine had taught him—everything Justine believed in. The wall was their infallible protector. Their safety. Their
hope
, for Quill's sake. Sure, he'd taken down a tiny portion in the past. But even opening that window in the wall near the palace had made Aaron so uncomfortable he'd filled it again. It was dangerous! Clearly the general had
lost his mind. Maybe the gunk oozing from his wound was his brain leaking out.

That forty-foot-tall wall that encircled Quill had taken months, maybe even years to construct. It had kept them safe from enemies for Justine's entire reign. And clearly there were enemies out there. Aaron knew well enough that Artimé was fighting them. Did Aaron really want to go that route, when that route looked like the most wrong of all possible wrong ways to go?

“Take down the wall,” General Blair repeated. There was menace to his voice. A dare. Almost as if he expected Aaron to say no.

And why wouldn't he? It was a ridiculous request.

Yet the general had a point. The bottleneck issues of the original battle had been Quill's downfall—that was easy to see when the general pointed it out. Once vehicles had been rendered useless inside the gate, there was no way to get the working ones out past the ones that had broken down. And each platoon that entered was small compared to the Artiméan groups that awaited them. No wonder they'd lost that battle. They couldn't descend on the enemy in any sort of successful way.

What Aaron had to decide now was whether it was worth it to take down the wall and risk being attacked from other islands in order to defeat the one true enemy, Artimé.

Liam fidgeted next to Aaron. Aaron averted his eyes. He had to concentrate. He had to think this through. What was more important? Protecting Quill from some unknown enemy who might not ever attack—and had no reason to attack Quill, because they hadn't done anything? Or giving Quill the opportunity to control the entire island, including the magical world . . . and the beautiful mansion?

And even more important—if Aaron said no to General Blair, would that alienate their relationship forever? General Blair was Aaron's last possible ally. The Quillitary was his only remaining option for ultimate success.

Aaron frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose as a headache began to pound. Was this his moment to make a bold move? Was this his moment to shine? Was this the moment he would look back on one day and say, “That's when I
really
took over. That exact moment, when I decided to tear down the wall.”

Even though it was basically the only option he had left,
he could still say no and hope for something better to present itself. But he didn't expect there would be anything. He'd exhausted his other resources—the Restorers, the jungle creatures—and now the Quillitary could be his with a single nod of his head. The question was, did he dare?

Did
he?

Aaron looked up at the general. “All right,” he said, his words like ice.

Liam sat up straight. “But, High Priest—” he began.

Aaron held up a hand to the governor, shushing him. “Please,” he said with disdain.

Liam was silent.

“I'll order it done,” Aaron said. “First thing in the morning, the stretch of wall nearest Artimé will come down.”

“That's not good enough,” General Blair said. “We need the entire wall removed. All of it.”

Aaron scowled. “Why the entire wall, if the problem was in the area around Artimé?”

“Because,” General Blair explained with an air of annoyance, “think about it. If the wall stays up around part of Quill, the Artiméans can fan out around the perimeter of the island,
behind it. They can use the wall as a bunker. They'd be able to hide behind the two ends of the wall and set up sneak attacks. And with their quick method of warfare, they'll take us down every time. Our Quillitary fights better in the open. So it's all or nothing, High Priest.” He leaned toward Aaron. “And if it's nothing, then you may leave now, and good luck making it to adulthood.”

Aaron studied the general's stony face. His lungs felt like they were squeezing all of the air out of him, and his heartbeat pounded in his eardrums.
The entire wall?
Under the table, Aaron gripped his kneecaps until his fingers were numb. “What about outside enemies?” The words came out almost in a whisper.