Chapter Three“Only the Black Watch knows when we leave,” Zibb said to her cousins that night at the dance, where they whirled to the Music of the Wings. The dances had become places of heated discussion and fights.
“Only legends exist of other homes.” It was the old nurse from the palace. The nurses loved to gossip. “A young queen lies asleep in wax, fed royal jelly. The old queen grows sluggish. Her egg sacs are drying up. Soon she'll retire.”
“What will we do?” Bipp asked.
“The general wants half our planet of workers to go, nurses and a few drones necessary to tend the new queen, and the Black Watch in charge. The other bees and some wasps will remain on our world.”
The workers were upset. They didn't want to be separated from their friends and family. “When do we leave?” Bipp's sma
