Walter whimpered. I chuckled as Strong Arrow answered through the radio waves, obviously making his voice deeper for dramatic purposes. “Bring the heathen savages to the elders.”
* * * *
Somehow we made it out of the capitol building and Lewes without further incident. Our four prisoners had been chained in the back of the steam carriage, and the rest of us were crammed in front with Hack. Amelia and Nadine sat with limbs intertwined, and Strong Arrow sat on my lap, leaning his head weakly against mine. I pressed Sir Pickett’s ruined jacket to his shoulder while also keeping watch for enemies. The sun was going down, but the days were growing longer. What would have been the twilight hour during the last moon was now late-afternoon sunshine.
Strong Arrow felt feverish in my arms. The ri
