The August 5

THE AUGUST 5

 

 

Farrar Straus Giroux Books for Young Readers

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Copyright © 2015 by Jenna Helland

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Helland, Jenna.

The August five / Jenna Helland. — First edition.

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Summary: Tommy Shore, one of the twin sons of the chief administrator of Seahaven, learns to his dismay that the government has been keeping secrets, and when he joins up with some rebels at the Seminary, he must go against everything his father stands for.

ISBN 978-0-374-38264-3 (hardcover)

[1. Totalitarianism—Fiction. 2. Social classes—Fiction. 3. Twins—Fiction. 4. Brothers—Fiction. 5. Fathers and sons—Fiction. 6. Fantasy.] I. Title.

PZ7.H37414Au 2015

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Dedication TK

THE AUGUST 5

1

TAMSIN HENRY
clutched a wooden matchbox that fit neatly into the palm of her hand. The initials
M.H.
were carved on the bottom and inside was a single match. The box had rested on the shelf near the woodstove in her family's cottage for as long as Tamsin could remember. In a few hours, her mother would reach for it to light the fire for the morning meal and her fingers would find nothing but dust.

Tamsin shivered inside her tattered coat, her breath visible in the air of the unheated warehouse. Inside her pocket was a scrap of paper with the word:
candlelight
. A tiny cat face had been doodled inside the
a
so she would know it was truly written by her father, Michael Henry. There was a reddish smear on the back of the paper that looked like a partial bloody fingerprint. Maybe her father had been injured when he wrote it. Or maybe the blood belonged to the messenger who had carried it across the Midmark Sea to Tamsin. By now, the plan had been set in motion and there was no way to find out.

“Please be all right, Papa. Please be safe.” She mouthed the words over and over. Perhaps if she said it enough times, her father would be protected from harm. It was the morning of August fifth, and she knew that nothing was going to be the same again.

“When will I die?” Tamsin whispered to the deserted warehouse. She stared at the rough wooden planks and imagined her father's face materializing out of the grainy pattern. “Not today,” he assured her. “Today is not the day.”

Tamsin gently shook the matchbox, listening to the rattle of the lone match. She was so nervous that she felt ill, but not because she was worried she'd be caught. The soldiers who normally guarded the warehouse had gone back to their barracks up the coast. The day before, a huge shipment of grain had been loaded onto four side-wheel steamers that had set sail for the main island. All that was left of Aeren's harvest was the chaff littered on the warehouse floor. Although the grain had been grown by cottagers such as herself, it was now in the hands of the Zunft government, who had done nothing to earn it.

“I'm scared of fire,” Tamsin whispered to the wooden wall. Talking aloud calmed her nerves, but the only response was the scurry of rat feet behind the planks. “And I'm not sure if I can run fast enough.”

She reminded herself that it was her father who had sent her to this darkened corner, and she trusted him. Michael Henry had chosen August fifth for a reason, and he was the greatest man she knew. A hero to the cottagers, Michael Henry was a famous journalist who gave fiery speeches on the streets of Sevenna City. Since cottagers weren't allowed to publish newspapers, Tamsin wasn't able to read her father's articles very often. Sometimes the illegal newspapers arrived clandestinely as packing material in shipping crates. Tamsin and her sisters would search through the crumbled pages for their father's byline. Above it would be headlines such as, “Zunft Arrest Innocent Man!” “Zunft Factory Fire Kills Fifteen Workers!” “Chamber Votes Down Freedom of the Press!”

It had been five years since Michael Henry left to work in the capital while his wife and their daughters had remained on Aeren Island. When Tamsin was younger, it felt like her father had deserted his family, but now she understood that he had done it to protect them from the Zunft. She missed him terribly, but he was working for justice in Sevenna City. Her mother, Anna, tried to shield her from politics, but Tamsin refused to be passive and weak. As a cottager, she was destined to a life of blisters from doing someone else's chores. Where there should have been open doors there were really dead ends. The Zunft believed that cottagers were
born
to obey.

Her father was going to change all of that—today, with her help. Tamsin rattled the match one last time. Then she gently opened the lid, but instead of looking into the box, she lifted her eyes to the stars that she could see through the greasy pane of the window. It was not yet dawn. Somewhere in the darkness—on Aeren and elsewhere—she imagined other cottagers hidden in dark corners, waiting for the first ray of morning light. Their tasks would be much harder than hers. Tamsin took a deep breath and began humming a tune, an old Aeren lullaby that mothers sang to their sleepy children:
Alas, the emerald land of our fathers gone / Forlorn the empty hallowed home
.

The match was poised to strike, ready to set the world on fire.

2

IT WAS STILL DARK
when Tommy Shore awoke in his bedroom at his family's manor house on the west coast of Aeren. He climbed out of bed and crossed into his sitting room where the fire was already blazing, courtesy of Mrs. Trueblood, the cottager woman who kept house for his family. The Shore Manor was a gray stone palatial estate with three wings and substantial gardens and grounds. It was built on a high, rocky peninsula that stretched into the ocean. The rear of the mansion—including Tommy's room—faced the crashing waves and the endless horizon.

Standing in the warmth of the fire, Tommy checked his silver chronometer. It was nearly six a.m., later than he had thought. The sun would rise soon, but outside his bay windows it was still too dark to see any distinction between the dark waves and the black sky. Tommy quickly pulled on his old trousers and a gray sweater that Mrs. Trueblood had knitted for him the year before. He was going to hike all the way to the top of Giant's Ridge, the highest peak on Aeren Island. The summit offered the best view of the world that Tommy had ever found. He could see the ocean to the west, the patchwork of the croplands to the east, and beyond to the rich vineyards and orchards of Middle Valley.

When Tommy was seven years old, he'd hiked to the top of Giant's Ridge with his father, Colston Shore. His mother, Rose, had died when he was a small child, and he couldn't remember why his twin brother, Bern, hadn't hiked with them. It was one of his few memories of time spent alone with his father. To Tommy, it had been a perfect day. Together they scrambled up the steep slope that seemed insurmountable, but he hadn't complained once. When they had reached the top, Colston was like a king surveying his domain. He gave his son a rare smile as he pointed out the boundaries of the family's land far in the distance. Tommy had felt as though he would explode with happiness—until they reached home. They were in the boot room, pulling off their muddy shoes, when Colston had sighed. “A wasted day,” he said to himself. “What a wasted day.”

Colston Shore was a high-ranking member of the Zunft government, which controlled Seahaven, an island chain in the vast Cobalt Sea. He served in the Zunft Chamber so he lived in Sevenna City most of the year. Located on Sevenna Island, the city was the capital of Seahaven and the seat of the Zunft government. Colston had arrived back at Shore Manor a few days earlier. The Chamber was not in session, and he planned to stay for several weeks. Tommy hated it when Colston was home. His father was demanding and easily angered, and he had been particularly testy lately. Something had happened in the Chamber right before the session closed, and it had made Colston even more temperamental than usual. A hike to Giant's Ridge was the perfect opportunity to avoid his judgmental father.

Tommy opened his door and headed into the unlit corridor, but someone was waiting for him. Hands reached out and clamped down on his throat. Tommy yelped in surprise and reeled backward, slamming his shoulder into the door frame. His brother materialized out of the darkness and howled with self-satisfied laughter.

“Bern!” Tommy cried when he saw his twin.

“Hey, T,” Bern said. “Where are you going?”

“Out,” Tommy muttered. He hated being startled, and Bern knew it. “Giant's Ridge.”

“It's one of your last days of summer. These are your last moments of … dare I say it … childhood. Why bother with Giant's Ridge?”

“What are you doing up so early?” Tommy hadn't expected to run into Bern. His brother usually slept until noon.

“I haven't been to bed yet,” Bern said. Bern knew a group of lads who liked to meet at the Golden Standard pub in Port Kenney to play cards. Tommy had a standing invitation, but never really enjoyed himself when he went. Besides, when the lads played Emperor's Stand, they liked to put actual money on the line. Bern always had spare cash but Tommy didn't. He assumed their father gave extra money to Bern, but left out Tommy, as usual.

“How much did you lose?” Tommy asked as Bern fell in step with him.

“I won, actually,” Bern said. He wasn't very good at card games, particularly Emperor's Stand because it required a lot of math.

“Were you playing with yourself?” Tommy asked.

“Hey, watch it,” Bern said, shoving his shorter brother with enough force that Tommy slammed into the stone wall.

“Jeez, relax,” Tommy mumbled. Now he had two sore shoulders and, apparently, Bern's company. When they were children, the brothers had been inseparable with little supervision save Mrs. Trueblood. Their father was gone most of the time, in Sevenna, while Tommy and Bern had lived at Shore Manor studying with private tutors. But as they entered their teenage years, Bern's bravado and seemingly limitless good fortune began to irritate Tommy, who tried to find ways to avoid his twin. At the end of this summer, the boys would enroll for the first time in Seminary, in Sevenna City, and Tommy wondered if the change would bring them closer once again. Seminary was the institute of higher learning for the sons of the Zunft. At age fourteen, young men enrolled to study either engineering or jurisprudence before being officially accepted into the Zunft Party, which made all the laws and ruled the islands. Tommy was nervous about starting a new school in Sevenna, but it was the only option. If your father was a Zunftman, you were expected to follow in his footsteps.

As they headed down the wide staircase to the lowest level of the manor, Bern kept prattling on about his adventures the night before. “You know Roger? Well, he was there last night. He was telling me about this club near the waterfront…”

“There's a club in Port Kenney?” The village consisted of two streets and a handful of businesses clustered around a major Zunft warehouse.

“Are you listening to me?” Bern asked with annoyance. “I'm talking about when we get to Sevenna City.”

Tommy hated the idea of living in the capital city of all the islands of Seahaven. Sevenna was crowded and grimy with nothing green except tiny kitchen gardens and a few untouchable Zunft parks. As with many things, the twins had opposite opinions on the matter. Bern viewed the city as his own personal playground.