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And there he still was.
“If you disappeared,” said Olivenko, “I’m hallucinating an exact image of you, right where you used to be.”
Rigg nodded. “There’s always the chance that my body is also still in the future, and if somebody catches me there, walking around like a blind man, I may get yanked away from you. But personally, right at the moment, I think that’s unlikely. I think we just found a way to move into the past.”
“I’m very impressed with us,” said the old soldier dryly.
“But the thing to keep in mind is, it’s irrevocable,” said Rigg. “Now that I’m here in the past with the rest of you, I can only see the paths that existed as of this moment. I can’t see Param and me walking through the tunnel, or where I handed her off to you. Those things haven’t happened yet.”
“Wasn’t that the idea?” asked the boy.
The old soldier glanced around. “Are we sure nobody’s going to recognize the two of you?” he asked Rigg and Param.
“Nobody knows what they look like,” said Olivenko. “Except a chosen few, and they won’t be looking for them here on the streets. Not today.”
“What I’m saying,” said Rigg, continuing the discussion of time travel, “is that I couldn’t go back into the future if I wanted to. I can only see paths in the past. Which means that if we ever do this again, only we don’t want to stay in the past, then we can’t let go of our link with the future. Which may not be me at all. It may be Umbo, or both of us together. As long as he and I are still existing in both places at the same time, and not tied to a living creature in the past, then we can return to the future. What do you think?”
“I think that either you’re right,” said Param, “or you’re not. What I don’t see is why it matters.”
“Because this is how we’re going to get through the Wall,” said Rigg. “We’re going to cross through it at a time before it existed. But on the other side, we’re going to want to come back to our time.”
“There was a time when the Wall didn’t exist?” asked the boy—Umbo? Yes, that was his ridiculous name.
“Twelve thousand years ago,” said Rigg. “And when the Wall didn’t exist, there were no humans here. If we get stuck that long ago, then we’ll be the only people in the world.”
“That’s how you’re going to do it?” asked Olivenko.
“I think it’ll work,” said Rigg, “better than knocking ourselves unconscious and floating through the Wall on a boat.”
“At least there won’t be anybody waiting to kill us on the other side,” said Olivenko.
“What are you talking about?” asked the old soldier.
So, as they walked along the busy streets of Aressa Sessamo, Rigg and Olivenko told the story of Knosso, Rigg’s real father, and how he crossed through the Wall, only to be murdered on the other side.
“And you want to take us through the Wall, knowing that somebody wants to kill us on the other side?” asked Loaf.
“The creatures that killed Father Knosso,” said Rigg, “lived in the water. We won’t cross through where there’s water.”
“But there might be other things that want us dead,” said Param.
“There might be. But one thing we can be certain of—there are people in this wallfold who want us dead, and they’re very good at killing people.”
“Well, then,” said Loaf, “Let’s give it a try and see if we live through it.”
“One thing,” said Rigg. “You don’t have to come, Loaf.”
“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to.”
“I’m thinking of Leaky,” said Rigg. “She expects you to come home. I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to come back, once we cross over.”
“Leaky is like my heart or my brain,” said Loaf. “I can’t imagine living without her. But she also knows me. Knows that whenever I leave home there’s a chance I won’t come back. She knew it when she sent me with you. So if I go with you, and I get killed or for some other reason can’t get back, then she’ll grieve, and she’ll wonder what happened to me, but she’ll go on. She’ll make a life for herself in that town that’s named for her. One of us is going to die before the other—that’s how life goes. You see what I mean?”
Olivenko understood what he was saying, but could hardly believe that a man could mean it. It wasn’t like he didn’t care—Loaf was clearly more than a little emotional as he made that speech. He simply wasn’t going to let his feelings for the woman he loved stop him from following through with what he had committed to do.
Like a true soldier.
Like me, thought Olivenko.
