My first instinct was to go to her, but something made me hesitate. Swcbn didn't seem particularly disturbed by these events. She'd turned back to her knitting. That bothered me.
"Socrates," I whispered.
"What's that, Alcatraz?" Sing asked.
"This guy I learned about in school," I said. “He was one of those annoying types who always asked questions.”
"Okay . . ." Sing said.
Something was wrong. I began asking questions that should have bothered me long before this.
Why was the most powerful Librarian in all of the Hushlands here to negotiate a treaty that the monarchs had already decided to sign?
Why wasn't she worried at being surrounded by her enemies, capable of being captured and imprisoned at a moment's notice?
Why did I feel so unsettled, as if we hadn't really won after all?
At that moment, Draulin screamed. She collapsed to the ground, holding her head. Then every Knight of Crystallia in the room dropped to the ground, crying out in pain.
"Hello, everyone!" a voice suddenly cried. I spun to find my grandfather standing behind us. I’m back! Did I miss anything important?"
CHAPTER 21
At that moment, a lot of things happened at once.
The common people in the crowd began to scream in fear and confusion. A group of Librarian thugs pushed their way down to the floor around Swcbn, who continued to sit and knit.
King Dartmoor unsheathed his sword and turned to face the thugs. Grandpa Smedry and I tried to rush down the stairs to get to the monarchs, but were blocked by the crowds, who were trying to flee.
"Hiccupping Huffs!" Grandpa Smedry cursed.
"Follow me, Lord Smedry!" Sing said, muscling up to the top of the stairs beside us. Then he tripped.
Now, I don't know how you'd react if a three-hundred-pound Mokian tripped and began to roll down the stairs toward you, but I safely say that I'd either:
1) Scream like a girl and jump out of the way.
2) Scream like a gerbil and jump out of the way.
3) Scream like a Smedry and jump out of the way.
The people on the steps chose to scream like a bunch of people on some steps, but they did get out of the way.
Grandpa Smedry, Folsom, Himalaya, and I charged down the stairs behind the Mokian. Prince Rikers stayed behind, looking confused. "This part actually looks dangerous," he called. "Maybe I should stay here. You know, and guard the exit."
Whatever, I thought. His father, at least, proved to have a spine. King Dartmoor stood over the body of his fallen wife, facing down the group of Librarian thugs, sword held before him. The other monarchs were in the processes of scattering away.
It looked as if the Librarians would easily cut down the king before we could reach him.
"Hey!" a voice yelled suddenly. I recognized my aunt Patty standing in the audience, pointing. As always, her voice managed to carry over any and every bit of competition. "I don't mean to be rude," she bellowed, "but is that toilet paper stuck to your leg?"
The Librarian thug at the front immediately looked down, then blushed , realizing that he did indeed have toilet paper stuck to him. He bent down to pull it off, causing the others to bunch up behind him awkwardly.
That distraction gave us just enough time to cover the distance to the king. Grandpa Smedry whipped out a pair of Lenses. I recognized the green specks in the glass, marking them as Windstormer's Lenses. Sure enough, the Lenses released a blast of air, knocking back the Librarians as they tried to rush the king.
"What happened to the knights?" the king yelled, desperate.
"Librarians must have corrupted the Mindstone, Brig," Grandpa Smedry said.
That's the problem with having a magic rock that connects the minds of all of your best soldiers. Take down the stone, and you take down your soldiers. Kind of like how taking out one cell phone tower can knock out the texting ability of an entire school's worth of teen-age girls.
Grandpa Smedry focused on blasting the Librarians with his Lenses, but they got smart quickly. They spread out, forcing their way around the perimeter of the floor, trying to get at the king. Grandpa Smedry couldn't focus on all the different groups; there were too many.
The room was a chaotic mess. People screaming, Librarians pulling out swords, wind blowing. The monarchs were trying to escape, but the stairs were clogged again. Sing sat dazed from his roll down the stairs. He wouldn't be able to help again anytime soon.
"Alcatraz, get those monarchs out!" Grandpa Smedry said, pointing toward the wall. "Folsom, if you'd help me . . ."
And with that, Grandpa Smedry began to sing.
I stared at him, dumbfounded, until I realized this gave Folsom the music he needed to dance. Both Folsom and Himalaya spun toward the Librarians, knocking down those who had tried to push around the outsides of the room.
I turned and dashed up a section of bleacherlike seats. "Monarchs, up here!" I said. The seats here were empty, their occupants all trying to crowd out the other door.
Several of the monarchs turned toward me as I reached the far wall. I placed two hands against it and blasted it with breaking power. The entire wall fell away as if it had been shoved by the hand of a giant.
Monarchs rushed up the steps, wearing a variety of costumes and crowns: A man with dark skin in red African-style clothing. The Mokian king in his islander wrap. A king and queen in standard crowns and European robes. I counted them off, but didn't see Bastille's father.
That was, apparently, because he was still down below. I could see that he was trying to pull Draulin to safety – unfortunately, she weighed like a bazillion pounds with all that armor on, not to mention the awkward sword strapped to her back. The king must have come to the same conclusion, as he pulled free her sword and tossed it aside, then began to work off the armor.
I moved to go help, but the crowds had seen my new exit and were swarming around me. I had to fight against them, and it really slowed me down.
"Grandpa!" I yelled, pointing.
Below, my grandfather turned toward the king, then cursed. Folsom and Himalaya were holding off the Librarians pretty well, so Grandpa Smedry rushed over to help the High King. I tried to do likewise, but it was slow going with the crowd in my way. Fortunately, it looked like I wouldn't be needed.
People escaped out of the broken hole in the wall. Folsom and Himalaya handled the Librarians. My grandfather helped the High King pick up Draulin. Everything seemed good.
Swcbn continued to knit quietly.
Questions. They still itched at me.
How exactly, I wondered, did the Librarians get to the Crystin Mindstone? That thing must be freakishly well guarded.
Why was Swcbn acting so content? Who had blown up the Hawkwind? It had to have been someone who would have been able to get Detonator's Glass into Draulin's pack. Hers was the room that had exploded.
I glanced at Himalaya, who fought beside her new husband, knocking down enemy after enemy as my grandfather sang opera. It occurred to me that perhaps we'd overlooked something. And at that moment, I asked the most important question of all.
If there could be such a thing as a good Librarian, might there also be such a thing as an evil Knight of Crystallia? A knight who could get to the Mindstone and corrupt it? A knight who could slip a bomb into Draulin's pack? A knight who had been involved in sending Bastille out to fail?
A knight whom I had personally seen hanging around the Royal Archives within a few hours of the swap?
"Oh, no . . ." I whispered.
At that moment, one of the "unconscious" knights near Grandpa Smedry began to move. He lifted his head, and I could see a deadly smile on it. Archedis, otherwise known as Mr. Big chin, supposedly the most accomplished of all the Knights of Crystallia.
I should have listened more to Socrates.
"Grandfather!" I screamed, trying to fight the crowd and run forward, but they were so frightened that I barely got a few steps before being push
ed back again.
Grandpa Smedry turned, still singing, looking up at me and smiling. In a flash, Archedis rose, pulling free his crystalline sword. He slammed the pommel against Grandpa Smedry's head.
The old man went cross-eyed – his Talent unable to protect him from the power of a Crystin blade – and he fell to the side. With his singing gone, Himalaya and Folsom immediately stopped fighting and froze in place.
The Librarians tackled them.
I struggled against the flow of people again, trying desperately to get down. The seats on the north side were now completely empty, save for Swcbn. The grandmotherly woman looked up at me, smiling. She held up the afghan she'd been knitting.
It depicted a bloody skull. Archedis turned toward King Dartmoor.
"No!" I screamed.