Book 1 - Page 17 (1/2)

The place with the horrible waste closet—yes, I remembered. I nodded.

“Well, the metal gate on the other end blocks off the stairs. Those lead Topside.”

“You think we can get it open.”

“If not, the Burrowers might know a way out. They have all kinds of subtunnels.”

I nodded. “We also need to warn them about trading with the enclave, a.s.suming Twist told me the truth. We owe them that much.”

“Agreed.”

I fell in behind him. Fade set a bruising pace; I knew what he wanted—out of these tunnels. He could’ve left at anytime, but maybe he didn’t want to go alone. I could understand that.

With each stride, I left the known world behind.

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topside

She managed to open it, and to her great joy found herself in the other place, not on the top of the wall, however, but in the garden she had longed to enter.

—George MacDonald, The Day Boy and the Night Girl

Unknown

The platform looked the same—with one notable exception. There were no Freak bodies, not even bones, just the smear of blood where they’d been dragged off. Ears sharp, we took a break for food and water, and then Fade strode over to the metal gate.

It had a lock on it, but the gate itself was old and rusted. He kicked it repeatedly until it finally bent and gave enough for us to slip through the gap between the gate and the wall. The fit required us to turn sideways and it sc.r.a.ped a little, but we made it.

Then we stood on the other side. Steps led upward with a metal divider separating the two sides. Fade led the way, and we climbed toward the surface. It took far less time than I expected. If everyone in the enclave knew just how close we were, figuratively speaking, people would’ve suffered some sleepless nights.

The air felt different, the higher we went. It moved against my skin, carrying new scents. But the stairs ended in a mound of rocks. The wind could slip through, not people. We stood there for a moment, stymied in our attempt to escape before we ran into the first hunting party.

“It will have to be the Burrowers,” I said.

“If not, I think the steps near where you found the relics go all the way up.”

That was halfway to Na.s.sau. With the scant provisions Twist had supplied, it would be a terrible run. The closer we came to the dead settlement, the greater the risk we’d run afoul of the Freaks too. But there was nothing else for it. I retraced my steps with Fade on my heels and we sc.r.a.ped back past the metal gate.

“You know the way from here?” I asked.

“It’s not that far.”

Relatively speaking. We ran at a strong clip for several hours. Noises echoed in distant tunnels, but we didn’t see any Freaks. Our patrols had done a good job of clearing the area in the past days.

When we came to the split where I’d lost Fade, I started counting, and the correct number of steps brought me to where I thought we’d found the Burrowers. I ran my fingers over the stones until I found the loose ones. I pushed one until it plunked out. A pair of huge eyes stared out at me.

“Deuce.” I recognized Jengu’s voice at once.

He made a wide-enough s.p.a.ce for us to slip through. As we continued down the narrow shaft toward the wider common area, I heard him rebuilding quickly; they gave the Freaks no sign of their presence. This couldn’t be the only entrance or exit, just the only one we knew about. The other Burrowers stared at Fade and me, but they didn’t speak. None of them looked wounded, and a weight lifted.

“Doan spect to see ya so soon,” he said with a friendly smile.

“Did you have any problems with the first trading party?” Fade asked.

Jengu grinned. “Not once we make clear we don’t open up til dem give us fish, and maybe Eaters find dem before den.”

Relief sparkled through me. In its own way, cleverness counted as strength. The Burrowers could trade with the enclave on equal terms. “How much did they take?”

The Burrower shrugged. “Lots. We doan need it. Can’t eat it.”

That was more or less what I thought. Fade was smiling. “We wanted to warn you not to trust them completely, but it looks like you were one step ahead.”

“Doan trust n.o.body completely,” Jengu said, philosophical. “But fish is fish.”

I declined an offer of a steaming cup of something. It smelled none too good. I’d rather eat the last of my dried meat and drink the tepid water Twist had given me. But right now, I had business to discuss.

“We need to leave the underground,” I said.

Jengu tilted his head, wearing an expression I interpreted as concern.

I went on, “We’re not asking you to reveal any of your hidden tunnels. But if you could point the way out, we’d appreciate it.”

The Burrower considered. “I can. But dem”—he jerked his head toward the other Burrowers—“gonna wan know how you paying.”

I hadn’t factored that. “What do you want?”

“What you got?” he countered.

With a shrug, I dumped the contents of my bag onto the floor. We were close enough to the torches that he could see everything I owned. The few baubles I’d held on to over the years caught the light and sparkled. Jengu bent down, entranced with a small blue object that s.h.i.+mmered. I showed him how to open it. Inside, it had a tiny mirror. Unlike most it wasn’t broken or anything. The item carried a nice scent too. I had no idea what it might’ve been used for, but I liked to open it up and look at my eyes. It was the one thing my dam had pa.s.sed along to me, a family treasure. I’d had it for as long as I could remember.

His hand curled around it in a possessive gesture. “Dis. I show ya for dis.”