Peter And The Secret Of Rundoon Part 28

THE STRUGGLE.

THE AIR GREW COLDER as the rocket rose, rus.h.i.+ng past Peter's bare arms and legs and causing him to s.h.i.+ver as he desperately clung to the metal steering-plate. The rocket flew high over the desert now, Maknar barely visible far below. Above, a thousand meteors slashed the sky.

Soon, he thought.

The fuel couldn't last forever. At some point, the monkeya"or whatever was now piloting the rocketa"would release the remaining starstuff. If Peter was going to do something, he had to do it now.

He loosened his grip on the metal plate, testing whether he could, for at least a brief burst, fly fast enough to keep up with the speed of the rocket. He wasn't sure. Perhaps if he used his legs to push off from the metal platea He looked up the side of the rocket. The door to the monkey compartment was perhaps thirty feet away. If he could get just that far, he could grab on to the latch. Thirty feet. He had to try.

Carefully, bracing himself against the rocket's side, he climbed onto the plate. He crouched, tensing his legs, then silently counted: oneatwoa THREE!.

He pushed off with all his strength. Added to the rocket's forward momentum, the effort sent him skimming upward. He reached out for the latch, but his hand fell a foot short. The rocket slipped past. He grabbed for purchase, his hands sliding along the cold metal, desperately trying to get a grip. His fingers caught a small ridge where two metal plates were joined. Somehow he held on to it, stopping his slide down the rocket. He squinted up through the cold, blasting winda"the latch was five feet above him. He gripped the ridge and with a grunt heaved himself upward. He flung his hands forward and managed to get his right hand on the latch. He clung to it as his legs swung wildly away from the rocket. He got his other hand on the latch and steadied his body. He yanked the latch; the hatch door swung open.

Peter hauled himself up and peered inside. To his relief, he saw that the rocket was being flown by Franklin, his face pressed to the eyepiece, his hairy hands on the control levers. Peter saw no sign of Ombra; apparently the bright glow from the starstuff compartment was keeping him away, at least for the moment. And there was Tink! She flew to him, chiming something. But Peter had no time to listen. Franklin, intent on earning his banana, was raising an arm toward the red lever that released the starstuff.

"No!" shouted Peter, shoving the screeching monkey away from the controls. He grabbed the levers and, ignoring Franklin's frantic protests, began to turn the rocket.

Urgent chimes from Tink. Peter glanced to his left and saw the blackness seeping into the monkey's cage. A tentacle reached for Peter's shadow. He squirmed to keep it away, at the same time pus.h.i.+ng the levers and putting the rocket horizontal. The tentacle touched his shadow. He felt a chill.

"Stop him, Tink!" he shouted, closing his eyes. Even through his eyelids, he could see the flash as Tink filled the rocket with a brilliant light. Peter felt the chill leave him immediately. He opened his eyes; Ombra was gone again, for now. Franklin was gibbering hysterically, temporarily blinded. Tink lay motionless on the bottom of the cage. Peter picked her up and tucked her gently inside his s.h.i.+rt, then returned his attention to the controls. He stuck his head out the open hatchway and, getting his bearings, began steering the rocket back toward Maknar, and the sea beyond.

He glanced back into the cage.

The tentacle was there again. It was slithering forward, reaching for Peter's shadow. He s.h.i.+fted away, but there was little room to maneuver in the cage, especially with Franklin whimpering in the corner. The tentacle kept coming. Again it touched his shadow; again he felt the cold. He looked out the hatchway; the rocket was still over the desert, too far from the sea. The cold was creeping up inside him. He felt Ombra now, as he had felt him at Stonehenge. Peter had won that struggle, but he was losing this one, the darkness flowing into him through the tentacle attached to his shadow, filling him, taking him over.

"No!" he shouted, resisting, willing his arms to push the levers forward, to put the rocket into a steeper dive. He pushed his head out the window and saw that the city and harbor were closer, but still too far. His eyes fell on a dark shape in the desert. He heard Ombra's roar of rage and realized that he was hearing it inside his own mind, as...o...b..a sawa"through Peter's eyesa"what Peter was looking at.

Now Peter's arms and hands were moving. But Peter was not moving thema"Ombra was. He was making Peter pull the control levers back.

"No!" Peter shouted, this time at his own hands. But they continued to betray him. The rocket was turning back toward the sky. Ombra was going to make Peter finish the job.

"Na"" he started to repeat, but now Ombra had control over even his mouth, and he heard himself say in a ghastly voice, part his and part Ombra's: "Quiet, foolish boy." Peter watched in helpless horror as his own hands began to steer the rocket upward, and he realized that as soon as it was vertical again Ombra would make him release the starstuff.

And that realization gave him an idea.

He concentrated on it, keeping it in the tiny part of his mind that was still just Peter, and not Ombra/Peter. He could not let Ombra know there was any of him still free. He would hide inside himself, waiting for his one chance to make his plan work, if it could work at all.

The rocket pointed straight up. Peter saw his right hand reach for the red starstuff-release lever.

Get readya His hand grabbed hold of the lever and pulled. As before, there was a blinding flash. And as before, the light flash forced Ombra away. He detached from Peter's shadow and shrank back into the dark bowels of the rocket. The instant he felt Ombra leave, Peter focused his mind on his right arm and shoved the red lever forward. With a clang the starstuff hatch slammed shut. Peter heard Ombra's angry roar and an instant later saw the tentacle coming at him in the cage, reaching for his shadow, touching it.

But this time Peter did not try to s.h.i.+ft his shadow away.

This time Peter separated from his shadow.

He didn't know how he did ita"not exactlya"it was more of an intense feeling than a conscious thought. But suddenly he was on one side of the cage with the screeching Franklin, his shadow on the other. Ombra's tentacle still grasped the shadow. But now Peter no longer felt the cold.

He was different in other ways as wella"very differenta"but he had no time to consider the changes. He had something else to think about. He stuck his head out the opening, saw the meteor-filled sky above him, the dark desert below, anda There.

He grabbed the levers, shoving them forward, turning the rocket in a stomach-churning dive. He heard another roar from Ombra, who knew what Peter planned to do. Franklin's screeches grew suddenly louder. Peter glanced over his shoulder and saw that the dark shape, despite the bright starstuff glow, was billowing into the cage. He turned back to the window, forcing himself to concentrate on steering the rocketalower, lower, almost to the desert floor and now leveling off, hurtling along the dune-tops toward the target.

"It's useless, boy." He heard the hideous groaning voice in his ear, over the howl of the wind. Ombra, unable to get inside Peter through his shadow, was now enveloping him like a cloud. "If you stop this rocket, we will build another."

Peter said nothing, concentrating on holding the rocket level as it hurtled forward, closer, closera "You will not be free of me," said the groaning voice. "No matter what happens, you will not be free of me."

Closeraclosera NOW!.

Peter grabbed the shrieking Franklin by the arm and, with all his strength, heaved against the rocket hatch. It came open; he and the monkey flew out, followed an instant later by what looked like a puff of black smoke.

The wind caught Peter and hurled him backward, head over heels. He almost slammed into the sand before he got his bearings and righted himself, just in time to turn and see the rocket.

Its fuel finally expended, the rocket coughed out its last tongue of flame as it hurled directly into the huge, gaping, dark mouth of the Jackal.

And then the desert night exploded.

CHAPTER 60.

BRIGHTER THAN DAY.

LEONARD ASTER WAS SURE the flash meant the end of the world.

He had watched the rocket launch, standing with Molly and Bakari on either side of him, their faces pressed against the bars of the jail-cell window. As the rocket climbed, they heard anxious shoutinga"Viktor Glotz's voice especiallya"and saw a hundred palace guards running around in the torchlight. But they couldn't tell what was happening. All they knew was that the rocket had gone up.

Peter had been unable to stop it.

A short while later, they once again heard shouting. They'd looked out to see the rocket cross the sky directly above the palace. For a few minutes, nothing; the three of them had stood by the window watching, listening, waitinga.

Then the sky grew brighter than day, illuminated by a blinding white light that seemed to come from everywhere at once.

This is it, Leonard thought. This is what Ombra described.

He held his daughter close and looked over at his friend, awaiting the end of the world.

The brightness dimmed. Night returned, the sky still streaked with meteors. The palace walls still stood. Men were shouting from the courtyard, their voices tinged with panic.

The world had not ended.

But something had happened.

Leonard stared out the window, wondering what it was.

CHAPTER 61.

THE CELL DOOR.

THE BLAST OF BRILLIANT LIGHT sent Peter tumbling through the desert air like seaweed tossed by a giant wave. There was no sound and no sensation of wind; it was as if the light itself swept him along.

The brightness disappeared as suddenly as it had come, leaving Peter lying on his back on the sand, temporarily unable to see. He felt something clinging to his chest, and he realized that he was still holding the whimpering form of Franklin the monkey. He sat up, blinking. "Tink!" he called.

I'm here, came the chimed response, and he felt wings fluttering against his cheek. Tink said something in Monkey to the frightened Franklin, who relaxed his grip. As Peter's eyes readjusted to the night, he stood, slipped out of the golden suit, and checked himself for injury. He was unhurt, but he felt quite strangea"different, although he didn't know exactly how. He looked up; the moon hung high in a sky still alight with meteor streaks. In the distance he saw the spires of Zarboff's palace rising over Maknar. He turned around and scanned the deserta"once, twice, then a third time to be sure.

The Jackal was gone. He studied the spot where it had once stood; there was nothing, not even a hole in the sand. Just desert.

Tink saw this too.

Good riddance, she chimed.

"We've got to get back to the palace," said Peter.

Wait, said Tink.

"Wait for what?" said Peter.

For you, said Tink.

"What do you mean, *for me'?" Peter said. "I'm right here."

Not all of you, said Tink. She pointed out at the desert. Peter looked, and at first saw nothing. But Tink kept pointing, and then he saw it, sliding swiftly across the white, moonlit desert sanda"a shadow.

Peter tensed, as the first thought in his mind was...o...b..a.

No, said Tink. It's you.

The shadow slid to his feet and as it touched Peter, he instantly felt right again. He looked down at his attached shadow for a moment. Then he said to Tink, "Let's go."

Don't forget Franklin, said Tink.

Peter sighed and scooped up the monkey, which shriekeda"from delight or fear, Peter couldn't tell whicha"as Peter launched himself from the sand. With Tink at his side, he swooped across the desert, his moonlit-cast shadow keeping pace on the sand below. Within minutes they reached the palace compound. Peter alit gently on a shadowy section of the ma.s.sive outer wall. The torch circle was still burning around the rocket-launch site; dozens of figures milled about. Most of them were soldiers, but in the middle of the throng Peter saw Viktor Glotz and King Zarboff engaged in an angry exchange, both of them shouting. Peter looked toward the dungeon but saw n.o.body near it.

"Come on, Tink," he whispered. Keeping low in the shadows, they flew along the wall to the dungeon, landing by the big wooden door. Peter released Franklin, who, recognizing the building where he and his fellow monkeys lived, scampered inside. Peter and Tink followed more cautiously, alert for guards. Seeing none, Peter ran down the corridor.

"Molly!" he called as he neared her jail cell.

"Peter!" she cried, rus.h.i.+ng to the cell door. "You're all right!" She reached through the bars and touched Peter's arm.

"Yes, I'm all right," he said, putting his hand over hers for a moment, then pulling it back, blus.h.i.+ng.

"What happened to the rocket?" said Leonard.

"It flew into the Jackal," said Peter.

"Was that what caused the flash of light?" asked Bakari.

"I think so," said Peter. "I'm not sure what happened. But the Jackal isn't there anymore."

Now it was Leonard's hand reaching through the bars, resting on Peter's shoulder. "You stopped Ombra," he said. "It seems grossly inadequate to say this to a person who just saved the worlda"but thank you, Peter."

Peter blushed.

He had help, noted Tink.

"Thank you, too, Tink," said Leonard.

"We need to get you out of here before the guards return," said Peter. He rattled the door lock, to no avail. "Do you have any starstuff left, Molly?"

"I'm afraid not," she said.

There was shouting from the courtyard.

"I'll go find the guard with the keys," said Peter. "He's got to be around somewhere."

"No," said Leonard, his voice grave. "You could be caught, and then we'd all be stuck here. You must leave immediately and get back to England, so you can tell the rest of the Starcatchers about Glotz's rocket and the Others' plans."

He's right, said Tink.

"I'm sorry, sir," said Peter, "but I won't leave without you." He shot a glance at Molly. "All of you."

"I appreciate that," said Leonard, "and I expected you to say it. But this is not a time for heroism. You cannot risk being caught. It is absolutely vital that this information be pa.s.sed along to the Starcatchers before the Others can mount another threat. This is far more important than our lives, or anyone's. Please, Peter, go."

"He's right, Peter," said Molly. "You must go."

Even she's right, for once, said Tink.

Peter looked from Molly to Leonard, then shook his head. "No," he said. "I'll get you out somehow."

The shouting in the courtyard grew louder. There was a gunshot, then another. Bakari went to the cell window and peered out.

"Peter, listen," said Leonard, his voice desperate. "Even if you do manage to get us out of here, we've no way to get out of Rundoon."

"Yes, you do," said Peter. "George and the others went to the harbor to get a s.h.i.+p."

Leonard shook his head. "I'm sure they'll try," he said. "But I seriously doubt that a group of boys will be able to commandeer a s.h.i.+p."

"You are mistaken, Lord Aster," said Bakari. "It seems that the boys have, indeed, obtained a s.h.i.+p."

"How could you possibly know that?" said Leonard, turning to his friend.