Alcatraz Versus the Shattered Lens (Alcatraz 4)

I glanced down, checking to make certain all of my important limbs were still attached. "Wow," I said.

Bastille stood in front of me, sword out, eyes narrow. She'd probably just saved my life.

"You see, Your Majesty," I said. “You can't trust the Librarians! If you give up, they will just . . .”

I trailed off only then noticing something. Mallo wasn’t standing beside me, where he had been before. I searched around desperately, and found the king lying on the wall, his body covering that of his wife, whom he'd jumped to protect. Neither of them was moving.

Warriors called out in shock, moving to their king and queen. Others called for help. In a daze, I turned, seeing the bodies of the Librarian assassins.

This was actually war. People were actually dying. Suddenly all of this didn't seem very funny any longer. Unfortunately, fate had a pretty good joke waiting for me in the very near future.

"They're alive," Bastille said, kneeling with the soldiers beside the king and queen. "They're still breathing. They don't look to have been hurt, even.”

"The Librarian weapons," one of the Mokians said, “will often knock people unconscious. They're trying to conquer Mokia but don't want to exterminate us. They want to rule over us. So they use guns that put us into comas."

Another of the men nodded. “We know of no cure - our stunner blasts work differently and have their own antidote. Those wounded can only be awakened by the Librarians, once the war is over. They'll wake us up in small, controllable batches, and brainwash us to forget our freedom."

"I've heard of this," Kaz said, kneeling down beside the king. When had Kaz come back? "They did it when conquering other kingdoms too. Brutally effective tactic – if they knock us into comas, we still have to feed and care for those wounded, which drains our resources. Makes it easier to crack us. Far more effective than just killing."

One of the soldiers nodded. “We have thousands of wounded who are sleeping like this. Of course, many of the Librarians lie comatose from our stun-spears as well. The antidote for one does not work on victims of the other."

We stood back as a Mokian doctor approached. Surprisingly, he was dressed in a white lab coat and spectacles. He carried a large piece of glass, which he held up, using it to inspect the king and queen. "No internal wounds. Just Librarian Sleep."

"I would have expected a witch doctor," I said quietly to Kaz.

"Why?” Kaz said. "The king's not a witch, and neither's the queen."

"Take them to their chambers," the doctor said, standing. “And place double guards on them! If the Librarians know they're down, they'll want to kidnap them."

Several soldiers nodded. Others, however, stood up, looking around with confusion. Outside, the Librarian robots began to hurl their boulders. One smashed against the glass covering, making the entire city seem to shake.

"Who is in charge now?" I asked, looking around.

"The captain of the watch fell earlier today,” one of the soldiers said. “And the last remaining field general before him."

"The princess rules," another said.

"But she's outside the city."

"The council of Kings will need to ratify a succession,” another said. "There's no official king until then. Acting king would be the highest person of peerage in the city.”

The group fell silent.

"Which means?" I asked.

"By the spire itself,” Bastille whispered, eyes opening wide. "It can't be. No . . ."

All eyes turned toward me.

"Wait," I said, nervous. "What?”

"The Smedry Clan is peerage," Bastille said, "accepted as lords and ladies in all nations belonging to the Council of Kings. Your family gained that right when they abdicated; all recognized that the Smedry Talents could have led you to conquer the Free Kingdoms. But because of that, a direct heir to the Smedry line ranks equal with a duke in most kingdoms. Including Nalhalla and Mokia."

“And a duke is . . . ?" I asked.

"Just under a prince," Aydee said.

The warriors all fell to one knee before me. "What are your wishes, Your Majesty?" one of them said.

“Aw, pelicans,” Kaz swore.

CHAPTER 24601

Many of you in the Free Kingdoms have heard about the day I was crowned king of Mokia. It’s become quite the legend. And legends have a habit of being exaggerated.

In a waft a legend is like an organism - a virus or a bacteria. It begins as a fledgling story, incubating in just a couple of people. It grows as it is passed to others, and they give it strength. Mutating it. Enlarging it. It grows grander and grander, infecting more and more of the population, until it becomes an epidemic.

The only cure for a legend is pure, antiseptic truth. That's partially why I began writing these books. How did I end up leading Mokia? Well, I was never really king – just "acting monarch" as they put it. I was the highest-ranked person in the town, but only because most everyone else had either fallen or been sent away.

So no, I didn't heroically take up the king's sword in the middle of battle, as the legend says. My ascent to the throne was not announced by angelic voices. Very little heroism was involved.

But there was a whole lot of confusion.

"What?" I demanded. "I can't be king! I'm only thirteen years old!"

"You're not our king, my lord," one of the Mokians said. "Just our acting monarch."

Another rock boomed against the city's dome. Spiderweb cracks formed up the side of the glass.

“Well, what do I do?" I asked, glancing at Kaz, Aydee, and Bastille for support.

"Someone has to make the decision for us, my lord,” said one of the Mokian soldiers. "The king was about to surrender. Do we go through with it, or do we fight?"

"You're going to make me decide?"

They just kept kneeling around me, waiting.

I looked over my shoulder, toward the Librarian camp. The sky was black, but the area around the city was lit as if by floodlights. I could see several places where the Librarians were digging tunnels, using some kind of strange, rodlike devices that appeared to vibrate the dirt and make it move away. The robots kept throwing rocks against the dome.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Just moments before, I'd been incredulous that the king would even consider surrender. But now the same question fell on me, and it terrified me. I had just seen people die. Librarian soldiers who had come to kill - or at least incapacitate - the king. Could I send the Mokian warriors to perhaps suffer the same fate?

Talk of bravery and freedom was one thing. But it felt different to actually be the one who made the decision. If I gave the order, the men and women who got hurt, killed, or knocked out would be my responsibility. That was a lot to heap on the shoulders of a thirteen-year-old kid who hadn’t even known about Mokia six months ago. And people wonder why I'm so screwed up.

"We fight," I said quietly.

This seemed to be the answer the soldiers were waiting for. They yelped in excitement, raising their spears - which, as I'd just learned, doubled as flamethrowers and could also shoot a stunning blast like the Librarian guns.

"You," I said, picking the Mokian who’d been doing the talking. He was a lanky fellow with a lot of war paint and his black hair in a buzz cut. "What's your name?"

"Aluki," he said proudly. "Sergeant of the wall guard."

"Well, you're now acting as my second in command." I glanced at the sky, cringing as another rock hit the dome. Above, the moon shone full and bright. The same moon that shone on the Hushlands. "What time is it? How long until dawn?"

"It's not even eleven yet,” Kaz said, checking his pocket watch. "Seven hours, maybe?"

"Spread the word," I said to the soldiers on the wall around me. "We have to survive for only seven hours. Help will come after that."

They nodded, running off to pass the word. Aluki stayed with me. I turned to the side; Bastille was regarding me with folded arms. I cringed, waiting for her to scour me with condemn

ations for being so arrogant as to let the Mokians make me king.

"We'll need to do something about those tunnels," she said. "We won't hold out for long if teams keep slipping into the city like that."

"Huh?" I asked.

"Don't forget the robots," Kaz said as a rock hit above. "Woodpeckers! That glass is close to cracking. If the dome falls, the tunnels will be our last concern."

"True,” Bastille said. "Maybe we could do something about the fallen troops, the ones in comas. If we could get them to wake up somehow. . ."

"Wait!" I said, looking back and forth between the two.

"Aren't you going to state the obvious?"

"What?" Bastille said. "That the Shattered Lens has far better technology than we thought?" She narrowed her eyes in a very Bastille-like way, glancing at the enormous machines that were tossing rocks toward the city. She seemed to have a particular dislike for them, along the lines of her hatred of walls. (Read book one.)

"No," I said, exasperated. "That I have no business being king! I can barely lead myself to the bathroom in the morning, let alone command an entire army."

"Too late to change that now, Al," Kaz said with a shrug.

"I think you'll do a great job," Aydee added. "Being king isn't that tough, from what I hear. Use a lot of phrases like 'you please the crown' or 'we are not amused' and occasionally make up a holiday.”

"Yeah," I said flatly. "Sounds as easy as one plus one."

"Seven?" Aydee asked, cocking her head.

I looked at Bastille. She still had her arms folded. "Kaz, Aydee,” she said, “why don't you go get a count and see how many troops we have? Also, Alcatraz will need to know what kind of shape the command structure is in.”