Of Dreams and Rust (8 page)

He points to his mouth and moves it without making a sound. He points to me, then jerks his thumb behind him. Boots crunch over stones just outside the car.

Leye clutches at my arm. “What are you saying?”

“I barely know,” I tell him as another Noor raider crawls into the car. He is tall too, and his shoulders are wide enough that he must turn his body to negotiate the narrow space between the benches.

The newcomer keeps his head down as he navigates through the debris. He uses the barrel of his weapon to poke at a few of the broken bodies, as if to verify that they are not a threat. He asks a question in Noor, and my stomach tightens. The first Noor laughs and replies, repeating the phrases I said, but slow and childlike, mispronouncing words like I did. In that singsong voice he says “I have medicine,” then chuckles.

The newcomer stops abruptly and repeats the phrase correctly, every syllable as sharp as a rifle shot and full of questioning demand. His voice . . .

The Noor closest to us says yes as his companion quickly ducks around the hanging soldier's body. My heart stops when the newcomer raises his head. His skin is ruddy and chapped from the chill wind. His cheeks are covered in thick red gold stubble. I stare into his pale jade eyes. “Melik.”

Chapter

MELIK'S MOUTH OPENS and closes a few times, the motion stiff with shock. And then he finds his voice again. “What are you doing here?” he shouts.

His tone is so rough that it wears away my joy in the space of a moment. “I—”

Behind me Leye shifts suddenly, and both Melik and the other Noor raise their weapons.

“Put that down,” Melik says to Leye, deadly quiet. “You are endangering the girl.”

I look over my shoulder to see Leye clutching his bayonet. “You're going to kill us both anyway,” he says to the Noor, his eyes glittering with pain and hatred. “Like you killed everyone outside.”

The other Noor asks Melik a question, and he answers. I think he's translating what we say. “If you surrender, we will not kill you,” Melik says. I turn back and look into pale eyes brimming with questions and anger. “Do it for her if not for yourself,” he says to Leye.

The bayonet clatters to the floor, and the other Noor reaches forward and snatches it. And then he grabs me by the arm and wrenches me to my feet.

“Bajram,” Melik snaps. He puts his hand out, gesturing at his comrade to hand me over.

Bajram tilts his head and says no, followed by several other things I have no hope of understanding. Melik's mouth twists with frustration as he argues with the young man, their voices getting louder by the second. But finally Bajram says something that knocks Melik back a step. Melik's eyes meet mine for a moment before he looks away. He steps around me to yank Leye up.

The Noor drag us the length of the destroyed dining car, and with each step my blood sings with fear. Was Melik lying? Are they about to shoot us? I twist in Bajram's grip, trying to look back at Melik, but my captor's fingers sink into the folds of my overcoat. I want to call out to Melik, to beg him to explain what is happening, but I fear that one wrong word will mean death not only for me, but for Leye. Bajram keeps a tight grasp on my waist as we crawl through the shattered dining car window and into the cold, smoky mountain air. The sun is high over the grasslands now, washing out the brown and white rock of the hills, illuminating a scene of carnage.

I have seen many terrible things in my life. I have witnessed metal spiders swarming onto the killing floor and feasting on the flesh of the slaughterhouse workers. I have seen torn skin and exposed bones. I have heard cries of agony.

And still, this is much worse. The engine and the passenger car at the front, the one that held the only civilians on the train, the place where I had been sitting until a few minutes before the attack . . . they are a twisted, blazing inferno. As I look around, I see none of those old ladies, none of the factory girls, none of the families. I can only assume they were trapped inside. There is no rescue effort, no attempt to put out the fire. The Noor raiders, their guns slung over their shoulders, walk among the dead soldiers, removing rifles and bayonet blades to pile near the rock wall.

Bajram drags me past Musa and Anji. Except for the blood, they look for all the world like lovers. Behind us I hear the shuffle of Leye and Melik, and Leye's stifled moans as he tries to walk on his broken foot. We weave our way through a maze of dead young men, gray uniforms stained with their heart's blood.

What is the price for giving my secret knowledge to the rebels? More dead Itanyai boys?

But weren't these dead boys on their way to Kegu to do the same to the Noor?

Bajram shoves me around a bend, and now I see what happened to the rear of the train. One of the cars was knocked from the rails and rolled down the long incline. Bodies and debris litter the rock field below us. But the other car is still on the track—there are survivors, and some of them are huddled, injured and bleeding, gray faced and silent, against a few big boulders, guarded by more Noor raiders. Bajram pulls me to the end of the line and points to the ground.

“Sit,” says Melik quietly, guiding Leye down. I obey, pulling my knees to my chest, huddling within my skirt and coat, wishing I could disappear entirely. Melik and Bajram converse for a few moments before Bajram jogs toward a knot of raiders near the last car in the train. They are gathered around a body, and I find myself wondering if it is the Itanyai colonel.

Melik squats in front of me. He looks like he has aged five years at least since I saw him last, with lines around his mouth and the thick growth of his beard to hide his youth. His teeth, however, are not chipped like I saw in the wanted poster. Now that I see him up close, I know he is not the Red One. I doubt that would matter to an Itanyai soldier, though, especially now.

“Why are you here?” he whispers harshly. “This was a military train.”

“No, it wasn't,” I say. I glance at Leye, who is nearly green with the pain from his foot. Despite the cold, he is sweating. “The first car was full of grannies and factory girls.” My throat is so tight I can barely speak. “There were children, too.”

Some of the color drains from Melik's face. “That can't be true.”

“Why would you care?” Leye spits out. “You pigs shot an unarmed woman not twenty minutes ago.” He gestures to where Anji lies on Musa's chest.

Melik stands up, towering over both of us. “And why would you care? Itanyai.” He says it like a curse and makes a quick, dismissive gesture that feels like a slap. “How you love to trample on the vulnerable. Using women and children to disguise your intentions.” His lip curls in disgust.

“They were all getting off at the next station,” says Leye from between clenched teeth. “But you killed all of them first. Don't try to blame this atrocity on us.”

Melik grimaces and turns away for a moment before glaring down at me again. “You were traveling to Vuda?”

“No, she was trying to get to Kegu, but we wouldn't have let her.” Leye swallows, looking on the verge of vomiting.

Melik doesn't appear to hear a word Leye says after “Kegu.” He is too busy staring into my eyes, his brow furrowed under the brim of his dirty cap. “Is that true?” he asks me, a million other unasked questions clouding his expression.

I nod.

He sinks to his knees in front of me. “Why?” he whispers.

Leye groans. “Her family lives there, you idiot.”

Melik's eyes narrow. He knows very well that's not true.

I bow my head. I have to find a way of offering this message without putting Leye and the others in danger, and I don't know how. My mind spins with possibilities. Could I offer to tell them in exchange for the prisoners' freedom? Is there any way to do that and still keep all of the Itanyai soldiers from knowing I am a traitor?

A deep, rumbling voice calls out in Noor, and Melik jumps to his feet and salutes with his hand over his chest. A thick-bodied man with a long, silver-streaked brown beard strides toward us with Bajram at his side. Bajram gestures at us and then at Melik, who speaks in Noor, making more slicing, rapid-fire gestures as he does. As the older man listens, he slowly draws a revolver from his belt.

At the metallic click Leye takes my hand. His dark eyes are riveted on the weapon. That he feels empowered to touch me without a reason tells me that he thinks it is the last thing he will do. Melik points at Leye and continues to speak the harsh, back-of-the-throat language, one that suddenly sounds ugly and cruel. The air is hazy with smoke from the destroyed railcars, and the wind is heavy with the scent of burned meat. I don't want to think about what it really is.

The older man points his revolver at Leye. Melik looks down at us, and I don't think I am imagining the concern in his eyes. “Commander Kudret wants to know if there are other trains of soldiers coming behind this one,” he says. “He wants to know the timetable for the invasion.”

Leye looks at his fellow soldiers, nearly a dozen in all, and shakes his head. “I won't talk,” he says, his voice strained.

The commander swings his gun to the left, and suddenly I am staring down its barrel. Melik begins to speak very quickly, gesturing at me and then at Anji. He points to the fire that still burns within the first derailed car. The commander frowns as he sees Anji and the carnage beyond. He lowers his gun and speaks sharply to Melik and Bajram, neither of whom look happy. He beckons to a few other raiders and then walks down the line of prisoners, pointing to the ones who seem most healthy and fit. Then he walks away, shouting and waving his arms, gesturing at the hills.

“We are leaving now,” says Melik, his expression smoothing over. “The pass is blocked and the rails are destroyed. No more trains will get through. We are returning to Kegu so the general can speak to a few of you.”

“You're going to torture us, you mean,” calls out a soldier at the end of the bedraggled line.

Melik's gaze settles on him. “You have three days of hiking ahead of you, during which you may wish to think about what information each of you can use to save your own life.”

A few more raiders jog over with a length of hemp rope. They yank the selected soldiers out of the line and bind them to one another, with the rope around their necks. Melik shudders and rubs at his throat as he watches. For a moment I see the hulking shadow of memory in his haunted eyes, and I know he is reliving the mob, the noose, the minutes he spent dying. But when two of the Itanyai soldiers begin to speak in low tones to each other, he snaps back to the present and shouts, “No talking! You will have plenty of time to talk when we reach Kegu.”

“What about the rest of us?” Leye's fingers are still tight over mine, and Melik's gaze drops to our joined hands. I cannot tell what he is thinking. After so many nights of dreaming of him, it is strange to be this close, especially because in those dreams I felt nearer to his heart than I do now.

“Those too injured to hike are staying,” he says to Leye, giving a sidelong glance to Bajram.

Leye scowls, as do the other six who are too wounded to walk. “We'll freeze to death.”

Melik gives him a ghostly smile. “I'm certain that won't happen.” He takes a step forward and offers me his hand.

I stare at it for a moment before taking it. His callused fingers enclose mine, and I shut my eyes, dazed by the touch I have wanted to feel for so long, wondering if perhaps the distance between now and the past is too far to bridge. He pulls me to my feet and immediately lets go of my hand.

“Are you injured? Can you hike?” He yanks my skirt just high enough to see that I am wearing boots, then drops it again. “You're fine. You'll be just fine. You can hike,” he mutters. He says something in Noor to Bajram, who arches his eyebrow and looks at the hem of my dusty, blood-streaked skirt.

“I can hike.” My legs are aching, my head is aching, my heart is aching. When I imagined carrying my message to Kegu, I did not think it would happen like this.