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Captain Hook

             Boston could not make out the figure in the tree.  “The Bokarus?”  She looked up at Roland.

             “No, missy.”  Mingus answered for his son.  “This one’s human, though why he is up a tree,” Mingus shrugged.

             “I was worried about Boston so I came ahead.  Are you alright?”

             “Glen?”  Boston squinted in the dim light.

             “No.”  The young boy responded as a light with a slightly blue tint fluttered up to one side of him and another light with a slightly yellow tint fluttered up to the other.  “The boys are following but I flew on ahead.  The boys don’t know about my fairy friends, but I told my fairy friends you were okay so they could show themselves.  This is Bluebell and this is Honeysuckle.  My name is Pan.”

             Pan floated down to the fire to warm his hands in the morning chill.  Boston took note of the furs he wore.  It was not the green suit she expected.

             “Kairos,” Roland put his hand on the barrel of Captain Decker’s rifle to encourage the man to lower his weapon.

             Honeysuckle flew up to Mingus’ face and smiled.  “Hello elf,” she said.

             “Elder elf,” Doctor Procter corrected the fairy.

             “And you’re a breed,” Honeysuckle said with a bit of disapproval in her voice.

             “Bluebell, lovely to meet you,” Boston said.  “We girls need to stick together in the middle of all these boys.”

             Bluebell hovered a foot from Boston’s face and looked serious.  “Oh, I know.”

             “Would you like to sit on my shoulder?” Boston asked.  “Missus Pumpkin used to sit on my shoulder so we could talk in private.”

             Bluebell’s little expression turned from serious to concerned.  She never considered such a thing before.  She flitted back and forth gently and thought  hard.

             “I think that would be a good idea.”  Pan said, and apparently Bluebell decided the same thing as she zipped to Boston’s shoulder and made herself comfortable.

             “Us girls need to stick together,” Bluebell said and turned slightly to look at Lieutenant Harper.  She quickly turned back to Boston’s ear.  “But why is your friend crying?”

             “Where is Alexis?”  Pan interrupted.

             “Lincoln lost her again.”  Mingus quickly complained.

             “I did not!”  Lincoln yelled.

             “Hog and his two chums stole her in the night.”  Lockhart looked around at the dark sky.  The sun would not be up for a while yet.

             “And the medical kit,” Captain Decker added.

             “Hog and Shmee.”  Pan nodded.  “Who was the other?”

             “Chodo.”

             Pan nodded again.  “So, you met Captain Hook.”  He made a motion like he had the bone and wood hook in his hands and was picking something off the ground.

             “Not your tribe, I take it.”  Lockhart said.

             Pan shook his head this time.  “Shemashi tribe.  We are Jephatha.”

             “We?”  Mingus asked.

             “Me and my boys.  They will be here soon.”  He called,  “Honeysuckle, Bluebell.”  The fairies fluttered up from where they were commiserating with the girls.  “When they boys get here, you can stick around if you want as long as you pretend to be with the gang here.”  The fairies looked at each other as if they were not sure about that.  “Meanwhile, Honeysuckle, would you please fly to the Shemashi camp and see if Hog is going there?”  Honeysuckle fretted for a second and looked once back at the girls before she flew off over the sea.  Bluebell waited.  “Sure.  You can go back to Boston and the Lieutenant.”

             “Katie.”  Bluebell said the lieutenant’s name sternly before she grinned.  “Thanks,” and she zoomed to Boston’s shoulder faster than the eye could follow.  She whispered, though it was  loud enough so at the elves caught it.  “I’m going to marry Pan when he gets old enough.  I love him with all my heart.”

             “That’s great,” Katie said, but Boston shook her head.

             “I don’t think it works that way.  Don’t you know who Pan is?”

             “Hey now!”  Roland interrupted.  He heard with his good elf ears and stepped toward the girls.  “No revealing the future.  That is still the law.  You know who the Kairos is, but the world does not know yet.  That won’t be official for a dozen lifetimes.  Shhh!”  He ended with his finger to his lips.

             “So.”  Captain Decker squatted by the fire.  “Are we just going to sit here and wait for the lost boys to show up?”

             “That and the morning,” Lockhart confirmed.  “Hurry up and wait.”

             “That’s the army,” Captain Decker complained, but it turned out they did not have to wait long.

             “Pan!”  A young boy came running up all out of breath.  He could not have been more than ten, and he looked all American, or rather Anglo-American, complete with freckles.  Pan had the same European look about him.

             “Tomma, what is it?”

             “Ramina,” the boy said.  “We couldn’t stop her.”  With that, Tomma put his hands on his knees to catch his breath, but he let his eyes wander around to see this strange group of people Pan had mentioned.  Pan called them friends, but Tomma did not look too sure.

             “Pan!”  That was a girl’s voice, and as she ran up she showed no sign of being at all tired.  Bluebell fluttered up into the girl’s face and turned her nose up.  “Oh, a Fee!”  Ramina shouted and reached up to grab the fairy, but Bluebell made a dash for the safety of Boston’s shoulder.

             “Ramina.”  That was all an exasperated sounding Pan had to say.

             “You don’t think I am going to let you go off adventuring without me, do you?”  Ramina responded.  The girl had to be Pan’s age, or maybe closer to twelve or thirteen.  She was beginning to show signs that she was developing little bumps and curves.

             “It’s a wonder your father lets you go out so far from home at your age, or are we talking real lost boys?”  Captain Decker stood up by the fire and checked his weapons in anticipation of a future fight.

             “No,” Pan responded.  “Our village is that way.”  He pointed.  “But in this age, children need to grow up fast.  I’m eleven.  Ramina is only ten, Tomma’s twin.”  Everyone looked again and saw Ramina staring at Pan, wiggling her hips ever so slightly like she was listening to some music no one else could hear.  She also looked like she was thinking thoughts for which she was way too young.

             Three boys came in and huddled around Tomma, uncertain of what to make of the strangers.  “Where’s the Duba?”  Pan asked.

             “Where do you think?”  One of the boys answered and pointed behind with his thumb.  Sure enough, in the growing light they saw a boy significantly fatter than the others.  He was working his arms like a true runner, but his legs were staggering.  When he arrived, he fell to his face, and smiled.

             “Okay.”  Pan clapped his hands like Alice to get everyone’s attention.  “Here’s the story.  Captain Hook has kidnapped a great lady.  Are you ready to go and get her back?”

             “Yeah.  Okay.”  The boys did not sound too sure.  They sounded tired.

             Honeysuckle chose that moment to come rushing back.  “They are still at sea,” she said to Pan.  “They won’t get to the village until the sun is high.”  She pointed straight up.

             “Well then, do we need to hurry?”  Lincoln came out of his funk to ask.

             “No,” Pan said flatly.  “They are not cannibals and they don’t practice human sacrifice.  I imagine she will be alright until we get there.”

             “And how far overland to the village?”  Mingus asked.

             “Half a day at most.”  Pan shrugged.  “Quicker than by sea in that canoe.”

             “Then we stand down and let the boys get some rest.  Four hours if Lincoln and Mingus can hold out,” Lockhart decided.  “And Ramina can rest.”  He smiled for the girl.

             “Fairy.”  The girl stared at Honeysuckle.  Honeysuckle hid behind Pan, but he had a suggestion.

             “Go sit on Lieutenant Harper, er, Katie’s shoulder and Ramina, you can visit but do not touch the fairies.  Is that clear?”

             Ramina’s face lit up.  She rushed forward and kissed Pan on the cheek.  “Yes.  Thank you, shaman.  Yes, oh yes.”  She skipped over toward the women while Pan wiped the kiss off his cheek with the back of his sleeve.

             “Shaman?”  Lockhart asked.

             “I get that a lot.”  Pan laid down by the fire and in a moment he was fast asleep.  The other boys followed his example, though they bunched up for protection and warmth and did not sleep quite so quickly, apart from Duba who began to snore.

             “But my wife.”  Lincoln spoke and Mingus spoke at the same time.

             “But Alexis.”

             “So strike the camp,” Lockhart said.  “Roland, would you mind finding us something for an early lunch?  Doctor Procter, you’ve been very quiet.”

             “Eh?”  Doctor Procter looked up at the  man.  “I was just wondering what the poor woman must be going through,” he said and went to help take down the tents.

After 4492 BC in the Pacific Northwest.  Kairos: Pan of the Jephatha

Recording…

            The travelers found themselves on a shore of a salty sea.  It smelled of brine and fish.  The shore was dark sand and rocky and the waves were strong.  It was not exactly a swimmers beach, but it was unspoiled and beautiful.

            Boston pointed out over the waves.  “The Endless Sea of the Second Heavens, do you think?”  She turned her toe into the sand, chilly as it was.

            “The Pacific Ocean,” Lincoln said.  “I would guess the Pacific Northwest.”  He also stood on the beach, but he looked inland.

            “How do you figure?”  Lieutenant Harper asked.

            “Redwood.”  Lincoln pointed, and everyone’s eyes turned from the beauty of the sea to the majestic tree whose top was out of sight above all the other trees.

            “Good call,” Lockhart craned his neck then lowered his head to look at Mingus.

            Mingus shrugged.  “It seems you don’t need my guidance.”

            “Ash.”  Alexis knelt and touched the sand.  “There was probably some volcanic activity nearby not too long ago.” 

            “Mount Saint Helens?”  Lincoln went over to see for himself while Boston shivered. 

            “A bit late in the year.”  Boston finally admitted.

            “Here.”  Roland stepped up with a piece of fairy weave which he made into a shawl.

            Boston looked up at him with a smile and a frown.  “Thanks, but a shawl makes me feel as old as Lockhart.  A sweater would be just fine.”  She changed the shawl to a sweater and colored it to match her hair. 

            “Well.”  Doctor Procter got everyone’s attention.  “If you are finished playing with the scenery, our way points south and slightly inland.”  No one moved.  Despite Doctor Procter’s protests, the group chose to stay the afternoon and night in that bit of sheltered bay.  Boston particularly liked the idea.  It left her time to look for shells beneath the cry of seagulls, and with the sun out on that sandy beach, there was also time to wade in the water, even if it was freezing cold.  She started down the beach and Lockhart and Lieutenant Harper followed.

            “I grew up in Oregon,” Lincoln shared.  “This all reminds me of home except the people and the distant sound of cars are missing.”  He dropped his firewood collection where Mingus was building a stone circle and looked up at Captain Decker.

            The Captain shook his head.  “Charlotte, North Carolina,” he said.

            “I like it here,” Alexis said as she watched her father lay his hands on the wood to start the fire.

            “Shall I hunt?”  Roland asked, but he sat cross-legged on a big rock that looked out over the water.  He was meditating so his eyes were closed.

            “No hurry,” Lincoln said as he slipped his arm around his wife and watched his father-in-law grimace. 

            Lockhart, Boston and Lieutenant Harper walked leisurely down the beach and spoke quietly.  With Boston focusing on the shells and Lockhart and Lieutenant Harper hitting it off, it was hard to say who noticed first.  Three men rode on the waves in a dug-out log.  It was built like an outrigger canoe with two poles to the sides attached to another, smaller log.  That gave the craft stability and kept the hollowed log from rolling in the water.

            “Hello!”  The man in the center of the canoe called out and waved.

            “They look friendly,” Lieutenant Harper suggested.

            “But ugly,” Boston decided, though it may have been, “Butt ugly.”

            Lockhart said nothing.  He simply helped the men bring their craft up on to the beach.

            “You are Jephatha?”  The man in the middle asked.  He did not exit the craft until he could step out on dry ground.  “I am Hog,” he introduced himself and Boston hid her smile.  “This is Chodo and this is Shmee.”  They looked Asian, but Lockhart and the others figured they were a very early version of the people that would one day be called Native American. Lieutenant Harper confirmed as much.

            “It was part of my studies at the university.”  When Lockhart gave her a second look, she added, “Human culture and technology.  Mostly history and archeology, though plenty of anthropology as well.  Your boss asked for someone with my background, which is why I was surprised when he said we could not come at first.”

            “I see,” Lockhart nodded that he understood.

            “Jephatha?”  Clearly Hog understood none of it.

            “Lockhart.”  He stuck his hand out but the man did not reciprocate.  He probably did not understand handshakes.  “This is Boston and this is Katie Harper,” 

             “You have a fire?  We have some fish.”  Hog reached into the canoe and picked up a wicked looking bone hook with a wooden handle.  He stepped between the poles where a net hung in the edge of the water.  He hooked a fish by the gills and lifted it to show.  It was a big fish, and there were more.  He grinned, then dropped the grin when he yelled.  “Chodo!  Shmee!”

            Shmee was touching Boston’s hair and Chodo was touching her sweater and marveling at it.  Apparently, these fur-clad men never saw real clothes before.  Boston grimaced, but she did not know how to react.  She did not want to offend any local customs.

            Shmee excused himself as he withdrew his hand.  “But her hair is on fire.”

            “Not on fire,” Lockhart said as he and Lieutenant Harper stepped between Boston and the men.  Lockhart tried not to growl.  Lieutenant Harper tried to smile.

            “Please, be our guests.”  She pointed the way.

            When they arrived at the fire, Captain Decker stood with his weapon ready.  Roland had an arrow on the string of his bow.  Hog must have recognized the air of guarded hostility because he smiled and held up his catch.

            “Fish,” Hog said, and Lockhart gave the signal to stand down.

            “We have bread-crackers,” Alexis offered in return.  She had water in a pot, ready to boil.  She took three crackers out of the pack in her medical bag, crackers she insisted on carrying after the incident on the plains, and she laid them out on a rock.  A few drops of hot water was all it took to turn the crackers into three hot loaves of bread.  They smelled delicious, like the best fresh baked.

            The eyes of the visitors got big but not much bigger than the eyes of Captain Decker, Lieutenant Harper and Boston who saw the effect for the first time in daylight.  Lincoln was not surprised by any witchery his wife performed.  Lockhart was busy watching their guests.  Mingus, Roland and Doctor Procter, of course, knew all about it. 

            “May I prepare the fish?”  Roland offered, and the locals handed over their catch without argument.  Roland expertly filleted them and it was not long before they were sizzling in a pan.  Meanwhile, Chodo marveled at their tents, and said so while Shmee still worried about the fire on Boston’s head.

            “You are Jephatha?”  Hog tried again, but when he looked at Mingus, he shook his head.  “I do not know your tribe.”

            “I am an elf from Mirroway on the Long Field from Elfenheim.”  Mingus responded with a sly grin as Hog shook his head in utter incomprehension.

            Hog turned to Lockhart whom he perceived to be the chief.  “But you –“

            “We are travelers,” Lockhart interrupted.  “We are not planning on staying.”

            “But we are glad to make friends wherever we are,” Alexis added.

            “I don’t imagine  this area is overpopulated,” Doctor Procter interjected.  “They probably don’t care if we stay or go.”

            “Not the issue,” Captain Decker said.

            “Migrations?”  Hog asked.  “This is a good place.  Plenty of fish.”

            “Thank you for the offer,” Lieutenant Harper spoke up because no one else said it.  “But we are looking for something and cannot stop until we find it.”

            “Ah, Spirit guide?”  Shmee asked.  Lockhart and several others just shook their heads.  Lockhart perceived there was no way to explain their quest in the limits of the language.  Mingus confirmed that in Lockhart’s mind as they stepped over to check on the tents and their three visitors hunkered down by the fire.

            “Lieutenant.”  Captain Decker waved Harper away from the others and then whispered.  “Are you getting all of this?”

            Lieutenant Harper nodded.  “As far as I know the equipment is working fine, but I don’t think anything is transmitting.”  To Decker’s curious look, she explained.  “No GPS.  No satellites.  I don’t even know where we are.”

            “Pacific Northwest.”

            “I know that much, but when?  Boston’s database suggests between 4492 and 4480 BC.”

            Captain Decker shook his head like he did not believe that.  “You just work on getting that transmitter working.  That’s an order.”

            Lieutenant Harper arched her back.  “I know my duty.”

            “Fish is ready,” Roland and Boston spoke together in a welcomed interruption.

            “Do you got more breat?”  Chodo asked.

            “Bread,” Alexis corrected, and she made several more loaves.  And then their visitors marveled at the lack of bones in the fish.

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            Lincoln got up in the middle of the night.  The fish did not agree with him.  Doctor Procter was sitting on the rock by the fire, examining something in his hand in the moonlight.  Lincoln did not pay close attention.  The Doctor could have been looking at his empty hand for all Lincoln knew.

            Alexis stirred at Lincoln’s absence, but did not entirely wake.  She was easily taken by three pairs of hands.  One bound her legs in leather strips, one bound her hands and one gagged her with a wad of fur stuffed in her mouth and held tight by more leather.  Finally, a bag was put over her head to cover her cold stare. 

            Alexis thought if these three were in a rodeo they might win the hog tying contest.  It was an unexpected stray thought which made her smile inside since her lips on the outside could not quite manage it.  But really, how far could they actually take her in a hollowed-out- log?

            “Quiet,” Hog insisted while Chodo and Shmee did the carrying.  “Now she will make breat for the village.” 

            “Careful,” Shmee whispered.  “We do not want to make the witch angry.”

            Alexis thought, at least they got that much right.

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            Once Lincoln returned from the bushes, it did not take long to raise the alarm.  The problem was there was nothing they could do before dawn, and no one could figure out how to track someone across the water.

            “You stupid!”  Mingus yelled at Lincoln.  “You don’t have her back for three days and you lose her again!”

            “I didn’t lose her the first time!”  Lincoln yelled right back.  “You stole her.”

            “Hey!”  Boston butted between the two and they held their tongues well enough but chose to glare at each other.

            “Honestly, I did not see anything,” Doctor Procter told Lieutenant Harper.  Lockhart raised one brow at the speech, but he could not follow-up at the moment because Captain Decker and Roland came trotting back down the beach.

            “They headed north.”  Captain Decker spoke while he returned the night binoculars to his pack.  Roland nodded his head in agreement.

            “I can’t imagine they can go far or stray much from shore in that thing,” Lieutenant Harper added.

            “No, but our path goes south and just a bit east,” Doctor Procter started to protest, but when he pulled out his amulet he made a face like he was not sure what he was seeing.  “No, mostly east.  Almost entirely east.  Not south at all.  The direction has changed.  How is that possible?”

            “Hello!”  A young voice came down from a tree branch.  They could just make out the figure and though it did not sound hostile, Decker, Harper and Roland were ready when the boy shouted, “Welcome to Neverland.”

            Roland was happy to help Boston into the woods.  Lockhart Captain Decker and Lieutenant Harper kept their eyes open in case any people escaped the trouble on the plains by wandering in among the trees.  Lincoln kept thinking of things to jot down in his notebook and his wife made sure he did not walk into any trees.  Mingus appeared to be thinking hard about something else and stayed quiet.  Doctor Procter walked out front with his eyes glued to the amulet.  He did walk into a couple of trees.

            After a stop for a snack and a chance for Boston to rest, they entered a section of the forest that somehow felt darker and more oppressive than before.

            “A bit like walking into a goblin’s lair,” Mingus suggested.  That did not help.

            Lockhart figured they were far enough into the trees by then so it was safe to shoulder the shotgun.  He offered to take a turn helping Boston.  Roland was reluctant to let go of her and Boston hesitated.  But after only a moment’s hesitation Boston was glad to let Lockhart help her, though she was pretty sure she could have handled it on her own by then.  She was thinking she liked the idea of having Lockhart’s big arms wrapped around her, but then she did not mind Roland’s arms, either.  It was confusing.  Lockhart did not help when he reminded her of his previous life.

            “I was married once, you know, and I have a granddaughter that is not much younger than you.”

            The forest continued to darken until there was a legitimate reason for the darkness.  The sun was ready to set.  Lockhart called a halt, and though he was certain the elves and probably Doctor Procter could have continued without trouble in the dark, it was best to let everyone get some rest.  Alexis was showing she was tired, drained from the healing magic she used on Boston, and Boston was not fully healed despite her playful attitude.

            “So, what’s for supper?”  Lincoln was the first to ask.

            “Bread-crackers and bread-crackers,” Alexis answered.

            “Father, make a fire and give me an hour,” Roland said. 

            Mingus nodded.  “My son has some talents, too.”

            “A hunter?”  Boston asked as Roland disappeared into the dusk of the forest.  Mingus nodded.

            “Are you offended?”  Alexis wondered.

            “Not at all.  I grew up with hunters.  I love a good hunt.  I can skin and cut up a deer and everything.”

            “Redneck daughter,” Lockhart smiled.  “Matches her red hair.”

            “Good of you to notice.”  Boston smiled right back at him.

            When the tents were up, the cut-up deer was roasting away and people wandered off for firewood and personal reasons and perhaps to spend some time alone with their thoughts, Boston sat beside Doctor Procter and stared at the fire.  She felt the man had been unreasonably quiet so far.  Her handheld database was full of information about the various lives of the Kairos, but she imagined Doctor Procter was a wealth of more intimate information if she could just learn how to tap into it.

            “So how far do we have to go?”  She asked, casually.

            The doctor took out the amulet and answered with a look.  “We should easily be there by noon.”  He shook the amulet and then repeated himself.  “Yes, by noon.”

            “May I see?”  She asked, but when he held the amulet out for her, the first thing she saw was a blackening of his pointer finger.  It was black all the way to the palm.  “What is that?  It looks blood black.  How did it happen?”

            Doctor Procter pulled his hand back, quickly.  “It’s just a bruise.  It will be fine.  It must have happened when we were escaping the fight back on the plains of Shinar.  I think someone jammed it.”

            “Shouldn’t you let Alexis look at it?  Maybe she can heal it.”  Boston was amazed at how Alexis had healed her.

            “No, it’s fine.  Look.”  He wiggled it.  “It is not swollen or anything.  I am sure it will clear up in a day or two.  Besides, healing magic takes a great deal out of a person.  We can’t expect her to heal every cut or scrape or bruised finger.”

            “But it looks so dark.  Is that blood?”

            “No.  It is fine, really.  Now if you will excuse me, I have some personal business to attend to.”  He got up, smiled and waddled off.  His old legs were stiff.

            Boston could hardly follow him, but she made a point later of mentioning it to Lockhart, privately.  He also said to do nothing and not tell the others just yet.  He said she should keep an eye on it, but when Doctor Procter came back to the fire, she noticed he made some fairy weave gloves that fit right up beneath his long sleeves.

            “I thought I better protect it for a couple of days, just to give it a chance to heal,” he said.

            That made sense.  It was probably nothing so Boston decided not to worry about it.

            It was nearly four, a good hour before dawn, when Boston heard the crack of a great tree.    Someone yelled.  “Everyone out of the tents, now.  Hurry!”  Boston jumped because the crack sounded very close.  Lieutenant Harper who shared her tent helped her and they ran.  The tree came down on their tent, and while Boston and the Lieutenant got brushed back by some branches, it was only scrapes and cuts like Doctor Procter talked about.

            “Boston?”  Lockhart was the first one there.

            “You shouted?”  The Lieutenant asked.

            “I woke up early, uncomfortable.  I felt someone needed to be on watch and found Captain Decker had the same feelings.”

            “Boston.”  Alexis came running up.  “What is it with you?”  She began to tend their cuts.

            “This is not accidental.”  Mingus’ voice came from the far end of the tree.  “The tree is old, but not dead, though what could have ripped it up, roots and all is beyond me.”

            “Is everyone alright?”  Doctor Procter came up last of all.  “What happened here?”  No one answered him. 

            “Roland, Captain Decker, can you watch the perimeter while we break camp?”  Lockhart asked and the elf nodded and stepped out among the trees.  The Captain simply checked his weapon.  “Lincoln, can you get Boston’s tent out from under the trunk?”

            “I’ll do it,” Mingus said.  “It is fairy weave, but it will take some finesse in its present position.”

            Lockhart nodded.  “Lincoln, you get scullery.  See what there is for breakfast and be sure the fire is out.  Are you able to travel?”  That last question was directed to the women.  The Lieutenant, Boston and Alexis all nodded.

            “What about me?”  Doctor Procter asked. 

            “Just get us to the gate before the tower falls and this whole time zone resets, whatever that means.”  Doctor Procter nodded like the women and went to help take down the other tents.

            It was two hours after sunrise when Alexis screamed.  “A face.”  She pointed.  “There was a face, there, among the leaves.”  Everyone looked, Lockhart and Roland extra close, but they saw no one.

            “A face?”  Mingus wondered what his daughter saw.

            Alexis took a deep breath.  “It startled me.  A man’s face, I think.”

            “Well whoever he was, he is gone now.”  Captain Decker came in from behind the bushes.

            “No, wait.  I don’t mean a face like on a person.  I mean the leaves shaped themselves into a face, and – and I sensed a presence of something alive.”

            “I don’t see it.”  Lincoln squinted.

            “No, it is gone now.”

            “A face in the leaves.”  Mingus rubbed his chin.  “A green man, do you think?”

            Doctor Procter looked up.  “It seems a good explanation, this far back.”

            Mingus spoke to the others.  “A Bokarus, a spirit of what you humans call the pristine wilderness.  They resent intrusion, particularly human intrusion and fight against any environmental changes.  That would explain the old tree torn up by the roots.  The tree probably did not have long to live and it was a worthy sacrifice to kill us, or two of us anyway.”

            “I read they are especially dangerous around water.”  Doctor Procter said in his way without explaining why.

            “They like to drown people and feed off their souls – the life force.”  Mingus did the explaining.  “It is neat, clean, does no damage to the environment and the dead body feeds those things that live in the river.  But Bokarus can be dangerous on any ground.”

            “I understand.”  Boston touched the cut on her cheek.  “But will it follow us through the gate?”

            “Not likely.”  Lockhart said and looked at Mingus who nodded to confirm that idea.  “Probably native to this land.”

            “Probably the reason these woods were considered sacred and off limits to the people back on the plains,” Lieutenant Harper suggested.

            “No doubt,” Lockhart got everyone moving again, though it was not very far to the gate.  When they arrived, Doctor Procter held up the amulet which glowed slightly green, but he could not seem to locate the source.

            “It is here, I tell you.”  Doctor Procter insisted, but no one could see the shimmering air.  “But it must be here.”  He stepped forward and disappeared.

            “I guess he was right.”  Lockhart said, and after only a second, Doctor Procter reappeared.

            “Good to know the gates are two-way.”

            “Good to know,” Lockhart agreed and he encouraged the doctor to go back through once more and everyone else to follow.  They started to move when they heard a rumbling sound like thunder in the distance.

            “The tower,” Lincoln said as they all stepped through the gate and into the next time zone.

            “Children?  Child?”  Doctor Procter tried to get the children’s attention.

            “Kairos?”  Doctor Mingus tried, and the children stopped crying.

            “Glen?”  Boston spoke and the children looked up.  Both sets of eyes got big and both mouths spoke in perfect unison. 

            “Boston!”  Then both mouths closed and there appeared to be some internal struggle before the boy spoke first and then the girl.

            “I am Zadok, a word for rock.”

            “I am Amri, a word for love.”

            “Glen is here but not,” Zadok continued.  “I don’t know if I can reach him, exactly.”

            “Or Alice,” Amri said.  “And I know where she is.

            “I am confused…”

            “…and I don’t know why.”

            “I cannot send you home, either.”

            “I don’t even know if the gods can.”

            “Hold it.”  Lockhart interrupted.  “Could just one of you speak.  I’m getting dizzy.”

            The children looked at each other before they nodded.  “I will talk,” Amri said.

            “I will listen,” Zadok finished the thought.

            “Wait a minute,” Lincoln stepped forward.  “You are like the Princess and he is like the Storyteller, or –“

            “No, dear,” Alexis explained.  “They are one and the same person only they are in two bodies.”

            “Actually,” Amri looked briefly at Zadok.  “I am one being, like one consciousness in two persons.”

            “But that doesn’t make sense,” Lincoln said.  “How can you be one being in two persons?”

            Amri and Zadok looked briefly at each other once more.

            “Amri likes to talk,” Zadok said.

            “Zadok likes to listen so it works out well.”

            Boston inched up close and squatted.  “What are you, six?”  Both heads nodded before Amri spoke again and it was a hurried speech.

            “You have guns that will never run out of bullets and vitamins that will never run out no matter how many people start taking them.  But that is all I can do for your health and safety.  That and remind you that when the demon Ashteroth was here she wanted to change time.  She thought she could do that through the heart of time.  It doesn’t work that way, but in the meantime she let all sorts of horrid creatures into time.”  Amri paused.  Someone had come up to the top of the hill.  It was the old man, Nimrod, and he was bruised and bleeding in any number of places including the beginning of a terrific black eye.

            “You!”  Nimrod pointed at Lockhart.  “You caused all this.”  Boston moved slightly and that attracted Nimrod’s attention.  The man shouted on sight of the children and raised his spear.  He threw it at Zadok, but Boston jumped.  The spear grazed her side and caused a great gash and a great deal of blood, but its trajectory was changed so Zadok was spared.

            Roland’s arrow arrived first in Nimrod’s chest.  That was clear from the look of utter surprise that crossed the old man’s face before Lockhart’s slug from his shotgun and corresponding fire from Captain Decker knocked the man completely off his feet to roll back down the hill, dead.

            “Boston!”  Zadok reacted first.

            “Alexis!”  Amri seconded the sound of concern but called for help.  Alexis was already on the way over and the medical kit was open.

            “Daughter?”  No one was sure what was going through Mingus’ mind, but Alexis waved him off, locked her thumbs and placed her hands an inch away from the gash in Boston’s side.  A blue-white glow of magic formed around Alexis’ hands, and then it touched Boston.  Boston grimaced for a moment, but soon relaxed.  Lincoln, Lockhart and the others all watched while the bleeding stopped and the wound slowly closed up.  It was not as fast or as complete a healing as Lockhart’s hand, but clearly Boston would be fine.  All the same, Alexis wrapped Boston in some gauze and helped her stand, and then helped her repair her fairy weave clothes.

            “I’ll be fine,” Boston said. And she felt two arms encircle her and two heads press up against her with tears welled up in Amri’s eyes.  “Oh,” Boston returned the hug.  She wanted to squat again and hug the Kairos properly, but she was not sure if she could squat.  “You are cute when you are young.”  She said instead.

            “Of course.”  Zadok looked up with a smile and Boston saw the same smile spread across Armi’s face.  “I’m always cute.”  The twins backed up and looked once around at everyone.  Then Amri spoke again.

            “You must go.  Nimrod was to die alone, the tower fallen and ever so slightly afraid that something of him might survive death after all.  You may have done him a mercy, but now you must go.  Godfather Chronos must come to see me and the tower must be shattered.”

            Lieutenant Harper who was craning her neck to see the top, nodded.  “Bad bricks.  Straw would have helped.”

            “Ahem!”  Captain Decker coughed to get her quiet.

            “You better hurry,” Amri said.  “I feel Chronos may come tomorrow afternoon, and shortly after he arrives, the tower will fall and I will cease.  Then I don’t know.   This time zone might start again at the beginning — at the moment of my conception.  It would be better if you were not here when it reset.”

            “So we have until tomorrow afternoon to get to the next gate,”  the Doctor summarized and got out his amulet.  He turned to face the woods, then turned back to say farewell.

            “Will you be alright?”  Lockhart asked.

            “Of course,” Amri responded.  “I live here.  But you must hurry.”

            “And Lockhart,” Zadok interrupted.  “I am sorry to burden you with having to get everyone back home the hard way, but I believe in you.”  Amri nodded her head in agreement, quite independently of what Zadok was doing.

            Lockhart said nothing.  He just turned and followed the others back down the hill, toward the sacred woods.

            The travelers and twelve men with great spears like their leader gathered on the mound.  The men were all big and strong, and Boston noticed they all looked mean and cruel besides.  The travelers got to walk in between the two lines, which may not have been military lines but certainly spoke of men who knew how to retain prisoners.  Doctor Procter got to walk up front next to the big old man.

            “It’s alright,” Lockhart suggested.  “The amulet is programmed correctly.  You just take us in the direction we need to go.”

            Doctor Procter still did not get it, but he made no objection.  They started off the mound, and the people parted before them like the Red Sea parted for Moses.  Lincoln looked around and he did not like what he saw.

            “The People.”  He spoke quietly to Alexis, but Lockhart and Boston in front of him and Mingus and Roland with their good elf ears heard.  “They look like people past the tipping point.  The looks they are giving the old man as soon as his back is turned are frightening.  I sense trouble.  I don’t think we will get all the way to the tower.”

            “Humans,” Mingus scoffed.

            “They look to be cooperating,” Roland pointed out.

            “Are you sure?”  Lockhart asked Lincoln even as he took the shotgun from his back and cradled it with one eye to be sure the marines were ready.

            “Oh, yes,” Alexis whispered.  “I trust Benjamin’s nose for trouble.  His senses are excellent. 

            Lockhart nudged Boston to encourage her to get ready to run, but she had her eyes on a man who appeared to be paralleling them in the crowd and did not appear to have evil intentions toward them.  It was an unusual sight in a crowd of people who looked like they would just as soon eat the strangers as look at them.

            Then it happened, just below the tower hill and just before they broke free of the crowd.  A big, burly man full of soot from the fires who looked something like a blacksmith stepped forward, supported by three others, and they blocked the way.

            “What is this?”  The old man looked up from the amulet and stared hard at the blacksmith who responded with what sounded to Lockhart like, “Gubba-dubba-mubba.”

            “Gibberish,” the old man spat.  “Remove him.”  He turned to the man with the spear beside him but that man also said something odd.

            “Bullaka Meeko?”

            “I think he said, who died and made you god?”  Roland whispered

            Still, the intent of the big old man was clear so the spearman lowered his spear and stepped forward.  The blacksmith stepped inside the stone point of the spear and landed a left hook on the spearman’s jaw.  That one act set everyone free.  Suddenly fists were being thrown everywhere and the scene dissolved into mayhem.

            “Gibberish.  Why can’t you speak sense?”  They heard the old man shout even as Boston shouted louder.

            “This way.  Hurry.”

            The travelers followed Boston, and she followed the man who had signaled to her.  She had no idea what that man wanted, but he was leading them away from the ever widening circle of violence. 

            The last they heard from the big old man was, “You must do what I say.  I am god!”  Then a fist went into the old man’s mouth while the travelers, with no real injuries, managed to break free.  The man they followed lead them quickly up the tower hill until they were above the mayhem.

            “I am Peleg,” the man said once they could slow to speak.  “My family is safe.  Come.”  He lead them around the base of the hill to where the forest grew up to the back of the rise.

            “Peleg?”  Lockhart looked at Doctor Procter and then back at Mingus.

            “One of the good guys,” Mingus assured him.

            “So why are you helping us?”  Lockhart finished his question for the man.

            “Because you don’t belong to Nimrod.  You are strangers and deserve no part in the madness that is breaking out everywhere.”

            “But what is going on?” Alexis was the one who asked.

            They came to the trees and Peleg whistled before he turned to answer.  “Nimrod has told us there is no God.  He has taken the place of God and played on the fears of the people.  He says this monstrous tower of his will be our lasting memorial in case the flood comes again and we are all swept away.”

            “But you don’t believe that.”

            “No.  Some few of us have not forgotten.”  As he spoke, young men, women and children came out from among the trees to stand beside him.  “We remember the source of all and the rainbow pledge.  Many people have already escaped, but sadly they have taken to the worship of the powers in this earth.”

            “But that was madness back there,” Boston took up the cause.  “I can still hear the screaming and fighting and dying.  Why?”

            “Because the people finally realized if Nimrod can be a god, so can they.  They are all being their own god.”

            Lieutenant Harper got it.  “And when everyone is their own god, everything becomes relative.  Then even the words you speak mean whatever you want them to mean, whether anyone else understands them or not, it doesn’t matter.”

            “So the gibberish.”  Alexis stepped up and took her husband’s arm.

            “What a nimrod.  What a maroon.  Yuck, yuck.”  Lockhart smiled.  To Boston’s curious look he simply added, “Just something from my youth.”  Oh.  She curved her lips but made no sound.

            “Our way lies along the edge of the trees.  My family is reluctant to venture into the forest.”

            “Our way?”  Lincoln asked, and Doctor Procter pointed into the deep woods.

            “Thank you.”  Lockhart thought to say it.

            “Go with God,” Peleg responded and he and his family began to move off the plains.

            “Humans.”  Mingus shook his head.  “It is all gibberish if you ask me.”  He started off into the woods, and everyone was obliged to follow.  They did not get far, though, before Doctor Procter shouted.

            “No.”  He spun around, ran toward the hill and began to climb.  He was elf fast, or half-elf fast, but because of his age, it was not long before the others caught up.

            “What is it?”  Captain Decker asked.

            “He will not leave until he sees the Kairos,” Mingus answered for the half-elf.  “And on second thought, I suppose I agree with him.”  They did not have to look far.  There was a child, two children joined not along one whole side as in the drawing on the Ark, but only at the wrists.  He had no left hand and she had no right.  They were sitting in the dirt beneath the tower, turned away from the madness that was going on across the plains below.  They could not have been older than five or six, and they were crying.

            “To the high ground and prepare to defend yourselves,” Lockhart shouted and the marines moved before they noticed what the others saw right away.  The people were not following them.  None of the people so much as stepped on the mound.  They looked like they did not dare touch it, and after only a moment they began to wander back to whatever they had been doing as if the travelers were never there.

            “Very primitive construction.”  Doctor Procter was already examining the crude tent.  It was really just a number of overlapping animal skins held up by some precious lumber.  It was larger than Lincoln thought when he saw it from a distance and might easily hold a dozen or more people.  He sketched furiously, but at the same time he imagined a good gust of wind might blow it apart.

            “Wow.”  Boston stared at Alexis and Roland.

            Alexis smiled.  “On my bad days, Benjamin calls me a witch.”  She looked at her father.  “But he says it with love,” she added.

            Boston got herself spun around to face a pair of angry eyes..  Lockhart was not happy.  “You nearly got us all killed.  I said leave the food alone.”

            Boston dropped her eyes.  “I know.  I’m sorry.”

            “You’re lucky they didn’t mob you and tear you to pieces looking for the food.”

            “Don’t be too hard on her,” Roland came to her defense.  “She was thinking and just trying to help.”  Boston heard, but she was busy.  She looked up into Lockhart’s eyes.  She saw that he loved her and the scolding was out of love, and that made her happy.

            “I won’t do it again,” she said.

            “Yes you will.”  Lockhart softened a little as the relief he felt washed over him.  He hugged her.  “You just need to remember I’m the Director here in Bobbi’s absence.  Maybe I can’t tell these elves what to do, but I’m still your boss.”  He looked up.  “And that goes for you, too. ”

            “Yes boss.”  Lincoln spoke absentmindedly since he was busy.  Alexis grimaced and gave a sloppy little salute. 

            “Oh!”  Doctor Procter was about to open the front flap of the tent when he was surprised.  A woman came out and held the flap open.  She opened her hand to invite them in.

            “It appears we are wanted,” Mingus said.

            “Careful,” Lincoln said as they walked into the dark tent one by one.

            “Come in, come in.”  They heard the man’s words before their eyes adjusted to the dim light.  It was not much of a tent.  There was no furniture, just some straw in the corner to sleep on and a big stump to sit on.  The man, himself was very old, but when he stood up from the stump he also proved to be a very big man.  “We do not often have strangers here.”  He examined them as closely as they examined him.

            “Where are we, exactly?”  Lincoln asked.

            “In my world.  And my people, as you have seen are hungry.”  He took a step and paused in front of Mingus.  “I do not traffic much with elves.”  He stepped over to examine Doctor Procter.  “And there is something different about you.  Something odd.”

            “He is a half-elf,” Boston offered.

            The man shivered a little, reacting the way Lockhart reacted when he first thought about it.  “But you others,”  He paused to point at Alexis.  “Six, I think.  You six are my people.  You should be helping with the tower.  You should be building the monument to my eternity.”  There was a compulsion in his words.  For a moment, Lockhart felt very much like that was what he wanted to do; but then Alexis touched him.  He watched Roland touch the two marines while Alexis touched Boston and took her husband’s arm.  The feeling of compulsion faded.

            “So that is how it is.”  The old man stared at them for another moment before he noticed the Doctor’s amulet.  Of all the sophisticated things they had, the big old man went for something he might call familiar.  “And what is this?”

            “It is just a bit of sentimental wood.”  Doctor Procter practiced that lie.

            “No, wait.  Don’t tell me.  It is, how should I call it, a locator.”  The big old man smiled at himself.  He obviously had special powers of discernment as well as compulsion.  “I should have this, but then you know how to use it.”  Doctor Procter could do little but nod.  “I need you to locate something for me.”  He turned his back on them to walk again to the stump and bed where he lifted a spear as tall as the tent top.  “Please.”  He said that last word without facing any of them and it sounded like it was forced through gritted teeth.

            “Well, I don’t know.  It isn’t—“  The Doctor started to speak but stopped when Mingus bumped him.  Mingus was a full-blood elf and knew the sound of a bargain when he heard one.

            “What would you have us find?”  He asked.

            The big man stood with his spear.  “There is a creature,” he said, and then he thought to explain.  “My people are hungry because the powers in my world have rebelled against me.  They have made this unnatural abomination and kept the food to feed it and help it grow.  This travesty must stop.  You must help me find it so I can end it.”

            “And what is in it for us?”  Mingus responded.

            The big old man turned and eyed the elf with big, sad eyes.  “My people are hungry,” he repeated.

            “A true manipulator.”  Mingus spoke with a bit of admiration.  He would have said something else, but Lockhart interrupted.

            “We will do it.”  Several eyes shot to him in wonder.  “Doctor, we can follow the direction on your amulet and I am sure this fine man will help us with the crowd.”

            “But—“

            “Yes, of course.”  Alexis stepped up and took the Doctor’s hand.  “We will follow the direction pointed out on the amulet and this man will help us through the masses of people.”  She turned to the big man.  “We will help you because the people need food.  People should not starve.  That isn’t right.”

            The big man smiled weakly but called with some strength.  “Moragga!”  The woman poked her head into the tent.  “Gather the men.  We are going on a hunt.”

            In the morning, the armed and ready group walked slowly toward the mass of people and paused only briefly when they were seen.  They started to walk again when it appeared they were seen and ignored.

            “I was going to mention this gathering of humans,” Mingus said quietly to Lockhart.  “I guess it slipped my mind.”

            Oddly enough, Lockhart was not angry.  He fully expected the elder elf to lie or withhold information, if for no other reason than because he was an elf.  But he had been taught by the Kairos in years past that once a Little One gave friendship, it was solid.  He could only hope.

            As they neared, they began to see the gaunt faces of the people.  Ragged, well-worn animal skins barely clung to some of the people.  Others were simply naked and on many of them the ribs showed to indicate their hunger.  The eyes of many were empty, like they had lost all sense of what it meant to be human – what it meant to have hope.  Still, they labored.  Lockhart noticed the men dragged trees from further and further afield, and he noticed the great pit that had to be a quarter mile wide from which they dug clay with tools of stone and bone.

            “Oh, the children.”  Alexis spoke with concern.  A pack of them had gathered to see these  strange new people.  “Boston, give me some of the bread-crackers you have in your pack.”  She reached one hand back but her focus was all on a grubby little girl in the front of the pack.  Boston would have given them to her if Lockhart did not speak up.

            “Don’t do that,” he commanded.  “You will start a food riot.”

            “Best to keep things hidden for now,” Mingus agreed.

            “Absolutely,” Captain Decker seconded that agreement.

            Alexis looked disappointed.  She turned to Lincoln, her hand still out in search of bread.  “Dear?”

            Lincoln shook his head and gave a very practical answer.  “ We may need that food down the road.  It isn’t for these people.”  He held his breath as they walked straight into that mass of humanity.  “I still say we should have gone around,” he mumbled, but one way was the clay pit, and the other offered no place to hide.  Truth be told, they were all curious about what they might find.

            They walked around most people who hardly gave them a glance.  Some people stepped aside for them to pass and mumbled unintelligible words in their direction.  Sometimes they had to walk a good bit to the side because there were fire pits everywhere, where men and women baked the clay into bricks, adding only a bit of grass or crumbled bark dragged in on the trees in order to hold the clay together.

            “Straw would work better,” Lieutenant Harper spoke quietly, but as they looked around, there was only mud beneath their feet and it looked that way for miles.  The earth had been stripped clean of every living thing and trampled under two million feet

            They were near the mound in the center of it all.  It had a tent on top, and was about half-way to the hill with the growing tower.  That was when several men finally and deliberately blocked their way.  They stopped.  One man with skin the color of red clay and with big eyes, big hands and a big nose took a long whiff of air.  He smiled after, showed all three of his teeth and said, “Mangot.”  The man beside him said, “Golendiko.”  The third man, one almost as big as Lockhart shouted “Clidirunna!”

            Mingus tried to clean out his ears.  Elves were gifted with the ability to hear and respond no matter what language was spoken, but he was getting none of it.

            “I think they are trying to say food,” Roland said and he put his hand to his sword hilt but made no hostile move.  The shouting was enough to attract a crowd, but the crowd still looked reluctant to touch the strangers.

            “Keep moving.”  Captain Decker urged them forward and at first the crowd parted, but before they could reach the actual mound the crowd closed in again.  Lockhart could see over the heads of nearly everyone, and he saw the commotion had not drawn in more than fifty or so people.

            “Make for the mound,” Lockhart said softly for fear the people would understand.  They moved, but the crowd moved with them to block the way.

            “Food!”  Everyone spun around.  Boston was at the back as usual and she threw a half-dozen bread-crackers over her shoulder, away from the mound.  People shrieked and raced to fight over the morsels.  Everyone got jostled.  Lincoln got knocked to the ground, and Lockhart yelled.

            “Everyone circle around Boston,” 

            “Lieutenant, opposite sides,” Captain Decker shouted.  They circled up even as more people arrived to block their way.  Eyes looked at Boston and wondered if there was more food where that came from.

            “Serious damage going on here,” Lincoln pointed at the fight over Boston’s generosity.

            “You mean you?  You big baby.”  Alexis was on the opposite side of the circle from her husband.  She was next to her brother and faced the mound.

            “Let us move together, as one body,” Mingus suggested.  They did and the crowd backed up slowly.  They got within ten yards of the mound before the crowd froze and would not budge.

            Roland reached for his sword.  “No, no.”  Doctor Procter stayed the elf’s hand.  “One act of violence on our part and we will be dog feed.”

            “So we are in the red zone,” Lockhart said.  “Any ideas as to how we score?”

            “A quick shot over their heads?”   Captain Decker suggested.

            “Sudden moves and frightening sounds would not be a good idea,”  Lieutenant Harper said.  “Besides, they would not understand it.”

            Alexis grabbed her brother’s hand.  He looked at her with a curious expression as she spoke.  “Split the herd.”  And he nodded.  They swung their hands, once, twice, three times and a brilliant flash of light poured from their fists.  It shot straight to the mound and shoved everyone in that line back ten feet on either side to make a clean path.  They ran.  No one had to say it, and they reached the mound before the crowd could stop them.

            It took all day to climb and scramble down the mountain and cross the hills that quickly petered out as they approached the plains.  In the first valley, Alexis found a section overgrown with vines.  She picked grapes and everyone had some and enjoyed them even though they had seeds.  The humans were no longer used to eating grapes with seeds.

            “The Kairos said the food here would nourish only we might not find everything we need,”  Lincoln made a note in his book.

            Boston spoke up.  “I have the daily vitamins we need to start taking in the morning.”  In fact, she had three bottles in her medical pack.  One was marked human, one elf, and one marked especially for Doctor Procter.  She wondered what made them all different.  “Hey, wait a minute.”  Boston took the medical kit out of the top of her pack.  It was in its own carry pack, like a purse that could be worn over a shoulder.  She handed it to Alexis.  “You have to be better at this than I am.”

            Alexis took it and by what she called a simple bit of magic she made the strap longer so she could slip her head and one arm through and carry it on her hip.  “I was thinking of asking for this, but I thought maybe you wanted it.”

            “No, mam,” Boston said.  She was used to thinking of Alexis as a much older woman and decided it might take some time to make friends.  “I cry too much and I don’t like to see people bleed.”

            “I thought so.  Emotional, like a little one.”

            “Really?”

            “Flighty as a fairy, they say.”

            Boston frowned.  She was not sure that was a compliment, but she did not say anything for the sake of a possible future friendship.

            “I hope you keep a good eye on your father,” Lockhart told Roland as they walked.  He looked at the elf and tried hard not to show anything on his face before he turned his eyes again to the trail.  “To be honest, I was not made for elves and fairies and such, though I have known a few in my time.  Still, and I mean no offense, but I find being so close to elves—“ he paused.  A bit creepy?  “Let’s just say it is going to take me some time to get used to it.”

            Roland was not offended.  In fact he answered in innocent honesty.  “I know exactly what you mean.  I have spent time on earth, but working and observing.  I am not used to being around mortals, er, humans like this.  I think what makes it hard for me is the fact that we are more similar than most think.”

            “Similar?”  Lockhart could see very little in the way of similarities.  Creepy was not a bad word.

            “We both fall in love and elves and humans can even have babies together.”

            Lockhart could not keep the lip from curling ever so slightly at the idea of making love to an elf.  He looked back at Alexis and Boston, and gave Roland the point.  Not every human had his problem.

            “Do not worry, Lockhart.  I will keep father ever in sight.”  Lockhart merely nodded.

            “Aha!”  Doctor Procter shouted from the front of the line.  Lincoln was beside the doctor and Mingus was right behind.  In fact, Mingus nearly bumped into the two when the doctor came to a sudden halt.  “It’s working.”  The doctor held up the amulet.

            “Let me see.”  Lincoln wanted a look and Boston ran right between Lockhart and Roland.

            “That girl has too much energy,” Lockhart said softly

            “Yes she does,” Roland agreed, but it was impossible to tell what he thought about that matter.

            “You see?”  The Doctor explained.  “It is linked to the Castle all the way in the future.  It points the way we need to go, like a compass, and that will take us to the next gate.  It gives an approximate distance to travel, here, about twenty miles, and it should give off a dim green light when we get near the gate.  I don’t know if that part works yet.”

            “But that is wonderful,” Lincoln shouted.  “However does it work?”

            Doctor Procter looked up at the man and Mingus said what was expected.  “Magic.”

            “You lie like and elf.” 

            Mingus and Roland spun around to see who insulted them, but it was Alexis who said it.  Mingus stared at her for a second before he conceded the point.  “I never could lie to your mother, either.”  Roland wisely said nothing.

            “Let’s have it.”  Alexis reached out and the Doctor handed over the amulet as Lieutenant Harper came up to have a look.  Alexis twirled it twice in her hands before she handed it to Lockhart.  Lockhart immediately handed it to Boston and Boston spoke up.

            “The latch,” and she opened it and stared at the sophisticated electronics inside for a few seconds before she made her pronouncement.  “It is a homing device.  On earth I would call it a geo-positioning device, but here I suspect it works in some strange way because of the space and time distortions we are traveling through.”  She closed the amulet and looked up.  “So how close was I?”

            “Judging from the looks, I would say you nailed it,” Lieutenant Harper said.  “And that was very good.” 

            “She is a natural born geek,” Lockhart added before Roland burst out with his thought.

            “Why, that was brilliant.”  Boston turned a little red as was her way and pointed up the hill.  She handed the amulet back to Doctor Procter and walked out front until her embarrassed feelings subsided.

            From there, it did not take long to get to the top of the last hill before the plains.  When they arrived, about an hour before sunset, they were astounded at what they saw.  There had to be a hundred thousand campfires and a million people packed into a treeless, grassless valley that butted up to a hill at least two miles away.  On top of that distant hill, there was an Empire State Building high tower.  Captain Decker got out the binoculars.

            “It can’t be.”  This time Lincoln said it first.

            “Shinar,” Doctor Procter announced.

            “We went under glamour here,” Mingus said.

            “I remember,” Alexis spoke up, and this time she took a moment to explain what a glamour was.  “That means we made an illusion so we would look like the normal people and not stand out in the crowd.”  Alexis shook her head.  “But it is not easy to do, and it works best when applied to oneself.”

            “That is something Roland and Mingus may have to consider in the future.”  Lockhart looked at the sky.  “For now it is nearly dark and I think we should camp on this side of the hill, out of sight.”

            “It is hot enough,” Captain Decker agreed.  “I suggest we skip the fire to not draw attention to ourselves.”

            Lieutenant Harper had her own binoculars out and she responded only to Doctor Procter’s statement.  “Shinar.  The Tower of Babel,” she said.  Then she paused.   She caught the glint of sunlight off something shiny on that distant hill.  When she squinted, it looked to her like a man on horseback.  It looked like a knight in armor.  She blinked and it was gone and she shook her head.  She felt sure horses were not domesticated yet and surely these were not a metal working people to produce such armor.  She decided it must have been an illusion or her imagination and put it out of her mind.