Of Blood and Bone (Chronicles of The One #2)(112)

“Community’s a stretch. We had a few come through, a few stay awhile. We don’t have problems with them. There’s a settlement of them about five miles on.”

“I know. We’re heading there next.”

“We mind ours, they mind theirs.” Mae lifted her wide shoulders. “We trade with them, and I can tell you, I was thinking of going to them about Pete. Boy’s feverish and been running at both ends two days now. You one of them?”

“Yes.”

“Your family?”

“My mother, two of my brothers.”

“Then I’ll be grateful again Pete’s in good hands. He’s a nice boy. Likes to help people. You didn’t come for supplies, and there are lots of places to stretch your legs where nobody’s going to hold a gun on you. Why’d you come?”

The woman had sharp eyes, Fallon thought, and from the way Tim had listened to her—from the way people with guns had melted away again—she was clearly respected if not technically in charge.

“Mrs. Pickett—”

“Mae.”

“Mae, the Doom’s finished, but the trouble isn’t over.”

“We don’t get much of it here. Nothing worth stealing, too far off the road for Raiders to bother themselves. Government likely doesn’t know or care we’re here.”

“They will. Do you have communications?”

As if it was just another lazy spring afternoon, Mae set her rocker creaking. “That we don’t, unless you count somebody coming through with stories, but that doesn’t happen often. Like I said, we’re off the beaten path, and we’re good with that. No communications, no electricity, no running water. We make do. Most of the young ones leave when they get your age or a bit older. Those who stay? They tend to have somebody they’re taking care of. Sooner or later, there’ll be nobody left but the ghosts.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. You’ve got a good location.” Strategic, Fallon thought. A good place for billeting troops. “There’s a field going to waste over there that could be planted with crops. You’ve got houses that need repair. Electric lines waiting to be powered up.”

“How we gonna manage all that, cutie? No plow, no tractor, no lumber, no electric company to throw the switch.”

“I can help with that.”

“That makes you damn handy.” Those sharp eyes on Fallon’s face, Mae drummed her index and middle fingers on the arm of the rickety chair. “What’s the charge?”

“A trade. The use of some of the houses, one of the churches—or both if they’re not in use. Some of the land. As a base.”

“A base for what?”

“Soldiers. Training them, housing them, deploying them.”

“Whose soldiers?”

“Mine.”

Mae sat back, making the chair groan at the shifting weight. “You got soldiers?”

“Some, and I’ll have more, because the trouble’s not over. The next phase of it? It’s just beginning. It’ll swallow boys like Pete, and the little guy I saw chasing a chicken that should be in a coop so you don’t have to hunt for the eggs or lose them to foxes. Have you seen the black lightning, ma’am?”

“In the distance.”

“Crows circling, smoke rising?”

“In the distance.”

“They’ll come closer.”

“Well, if you want to give me nightmares …” She trailed off, rose, walked to the end of the porch.

The owl had glided down to perch on a branch over the men in her family. The wolf trotted up to bump flanks with the dogs, and take water from the bowl Ethan set down for him.

“You see that big white owl?”

“Yes, he’s mine. Taibhse. The wolf is Faol Ban.”

“That horse got wings, girl? The white one you’re riding?”

“When he wants them.”

Slowly, Mae came back to sit. “I like conversations.” Still, her voice came out raw before she cleared her throat. “I’ve had more than a few with some who live a few miles down. That’s some sword you got there. A big sword for a young girl. How’d you get it?”

Fallon answered without hesitation. “In the Well of Light when I lifted it from the eternal fire, along with the shield.”

Mae pressed her fingers to her eyes. “Sweet Baby Jesus. I’ve seen things, during the Doom, after, since, seen things my brain said my eyes were making up. But I saw them, and I know the whole world tilted like a table with a broken leg. It’s never going back how it was.”

“No, it’s not going back. But it can, and it will, go forward. It’s harder and slower to go forward if there’s no in charge, and if people only mind their own.”

“Some are happy enough just to stick in place.”

“We buried a man on the way here, one we found hanging from a flagpole. He might’ve wanted to stick in place.”

Mae let out a sigh. “There’s a woman where you’re heading next. Her name’s Troy. First or last, I couldn’t say, but that’s what she goes by. She told me you were coming. She talked about you before, called you The One, and I didn’t pay a lot of mind. That’s her belief, and we oughta live and let. But the last time, not a week ago, I talked with her, she said you’d be coming to talk to me. You’d have a sword at your side. You’d ride a white horse, a winged horse. You’d have a white owl, a white wolf. She said you’d give me something I needed.”