Chapter Eleven
‘So you really believe our mission will be a success, or did you just say that stuff to get Mandon off your back?’ Tilly asks as we strap into the dark and dingy Sub-Scouter.
‘It’s not really a success if there’s war,’ I say and want to sigh. I know what the success will cost. I fear for Neath and my father and my crew. Strangely, I don’t fear for myself. I remember Tasma saying I will be safe. Perhaps I’m believing in that.
‘You believe the things you see really do happen? How can you be sure? I mean, how does it work?’
I can tell from Tilly’s curiosity that she wants to believe, yet it is still a step for her. I don’t regard her as a doubter. She’s more in the camp of the undecided, waiting for something empirical to happen to convince her fully.
Cal, deep in concentr
