The Lost City of Faar by D.J. MacHale

Author:D.J. MacHale
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: Aladdin

JOURNAL #7

(CONTINUED)

CLORAL

Uncle Press and I followed Spader to the far side of the aquaneer barracks. As we got closer, we heard yelling coming from the building. “I warned her, yes I did! I saw this coming but no one believed me!”

It was coming from Wu Yenza’s office. When we peeked in the door, we saw Yenza behind a desk, looking stern, as usual. Spader stood to the back of the room, listening. All the hubba was coming from two agronomers who stood in front of Yenza’s desk. They were the same man and woman I had seen outside the pilot house on Magorran shortly after the crash. They were arguing then, and they were still arguing now. At least now I had the chance to hear what it was all about. The man was a short, balding guy with an elflike face named Ty Manoo. In another life, he could have easily gotten a gig in Santa’s workshop. The guy paced, flailed his arms for emphasis, and spit when he talked.

“We set something in motion that must be stopped!” he shouted.

The woman didn’t seem all that worried. Her name was Po Nassi. She was tall and slim with sharp features that reminded me of a sly cat. She stood with her arms folded, looking bored, as if Manoo were nothing more than an annoying kid.

“You are overreacting again,” she said while rolling her eyes.

“Overreacting!” Manoo shot back. “There are hundreds dead on Magorran! We were attacked by raiders! What kind of reaction would you suggest?”

“What is the problem?” asked Spader.

“The problem is we caused the poisoning on Magorran,” Manoo spit out.

Whoa. New development. Uncle Press and I looked at each other and entered the office. It was time to get involved. Yenza saw us and stood up. She looked kind of flustered, like she was losing control of the situation and from what I saw of Yenza, she did not like to lose control.

“Spader, get your friends out of here,” she ordered.

“No,” Spader shot back. “They’re here to help us.”

“I don’t want to cause a panic,” Yenza argued. “Until we find out exactly what happened, we don’t need rumors circulating.”

Uncle Press spoke to Yenza in a calm, controlled voice. “If I may, Commander. Pendragon and I have come from a long way off because we heard there might be some . . . difficulty here. We won’t spread rumors; we won’t cause a panic. Our only goal is to help see you through this crisis.”

Yenza looked into Uncle Press’s eyes, and I could see her relax. It was kind of creepy, actually. Uncle Press’s soothing words had taken the fight out of her. It reminded me of the quiet way that Loor’s mother, Osa, had a calming effect on people. It was almost hypnotic. I wondered if this were some kind of Traveler trick and made a mental note to ask about it later.

“They already helped save Grallion once,” Spader added. “They’re friends.”

Yenza looked us over. Finally she sat back down and said to the agronomers, “Tell them what you told me.

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