Once Jacquard had explained about Shana going into the area where wolves were, Jay said, " why don't we split up? Four of us can take Em back to the shelter and-" " Wolves can smell blood from more than three kilometers away. If the smell of Em injury attract them, I want us to have the largest possible group to fend them off." " Yeah, but-" Jacquard shook his head. " We are nkr separating again. That is final." He was not at all sure this was the right decision. At the speed they were moving carrying Em, he was not completely sure they'd be able to get to Shana and then get back to the shelter by nightfall. Part of him was not sure at all that he was making a good decision. Em's leg was still bleeding, and she need Ed medical attention. But he also know that the worst thing he could do at this moment was to show uncertainty. He was the leader. The kids needed to feel confidence in him. If he wavered, they had see it. And that would lead to more problems." Follow me," Jacquard sa
One wolf. Then two. Then five. Then more. " This way," Jacquard said firmly. " Girls, get the stretcher. Everybody else surrounds it. Jay, Roger, you are tye biggest. I want you in the rear." Four girls immediately hoisted Em and began to walk briskly down the trail. At the far side of the meadow, the wolves begain too move. The lead wolf was snow white. It crep toward them, head down, teeth slightly bared, sniffing the air. " Eric," Jacquard said sharply, " look for tree limbs on the ground. Two meters, no more than three centimeters thick. And they Can't knives and camping knives- had been outlawed centuries ago. Strictly speaking, the knife was illegal. But every serious camper Jacquard knew owned one. Eyes widened at the sight of the gleaming knife." Sticks!" Jacquard said, snapping his fingers urgently. " Now." " What are the sticks for?" Eric said. " Spare," Jacquard said. " We are making spears." At the rear of the group, Jay's face spilt into a broad grin. " Yeah!' he
Jacquard was not sure exactly what he would excepted. That the book would be sitting there in the middle of the cave waiting for him? Maybe. If that was what he had expected, it did not work out that way. The cave was not a large flat- floored room like you always saw in the vids. It was a slanted crease in the stone, no more than three or four feet wide. You could not stand upright in it. You had to lean your back on the slimy rock. The only good thing was that there was no way for the wolf pack to attack them. It was too narrow for more than one animal to enter at a time. Those were bad odds for the wolves- and the wolves knew it. After a few minutes of trotting back and forth in front of the entrance, the wolves suddenly turned and slunk back into the forest. They obviously felt they had wasyer enough time on the humans and were ready to find something that would be easier to kill. After the wolves disappeared, Roger said, "so should we head on back, Mr. Jacquard?" Jacquard sho
The next day an emergency rescue unit arrived and picked up the whole class. The students had slept on he floor of the cave that night, and everyone was looking stiff and bleary as they stepped onto the lifter.Before they climbed on, Shana ran out of he cave and threw her arms around Jacquard. " Thank you for taking us here, Mr. Jacquad." She said. " This is the best day of my life! I am going to remember this forever." The whole group cheered. " Yeah Mr. Mac! This was the best!" Every Traveler has his or her own path to walk." She said. " My job was to get you aready to be a Traveler in your own right. My work is done." Jacquard nodded, still trying to make sense of all this in his head. " Why did you go into the tunnels under the Kingdom?" He asked. " How did you get here?" The deepest tunnel in the kingdom are connected tontyr intercity magtrain line. I took the train up here. There is a maintenance stop underneath the caves and a maintenance tunnel connects right to it. So I
Jacquard was short of words, he did not know what to say. He was not sure maybe the thief really burnt the missing books or e everything was just a means to distract them. In his mind, he believed the thief can't do such. Instead of him or her burning things the whole world is after, he would rather keep them, someone no one would ever find out, maybe after years, he would bring them out to the world.Jacquard turned and head home straight, leaving behind his students. His students did not bother to follow and run after him. They were all tired and could not think of anything beyond going home to rest leaving everything till the following.The search for the books will continue the following day. Jacquard did not even look back to check on them. He walked home. Upon getting closer to their house, he saw a large number of people in their house. He stopped for a few minutes to think of what might be wrong. Why are those people so many around their house? He could not tell what exactly
Jacquard kept on asking herself various kind questions repeatedly. Every question with why and how. " what is really going on? What is happening? Why are people many in our compound." Dfferent questions from different angle of his thoughts about what might have happened that resulted to this. Asking himself questions without anyone to help him to provide answers to them. That really led him to a state of dilemma. He did know what to do. He felt likes he should returned to where he was coming from but he felt people had already seen him coming from far or doing such would not speak well about him. It means he is a coward. He chose to face whatsoever was going on and happened that made such number of people to gather in their compound. " At least I have to know what was really happening before I decide whether to stay, bear the consequences or be the victim or I run for my life." He said to himself as he walked towards the building. Getting to the front of the building, he then had
Gift used the handkerchief she was holding to rub her face one more time. She felt so heartbroken and so sad that she did not know how to express herself. She needed to tell Jacquard exactly what happened to his uncle. Every time she tried to say what happened, she stopped whenever she almost did. After many tries, she said, " your uncle, Siyabong . . ." "Yes. Okay! What happened to uncle Siyabong? Has anything happened to him? Please talk to me. Tell me what happened. Anything that happened I promise you to react to it well. I won't even do as if you told me anything." He said while his body was shivering already. " Your uncle, Siyabong, had an accident today at his place of work. He is dead." She said crying and trying to stand up from where he was sitting to roll on the ground but was prevented from doing so. Jacquard could not what he heard. He kept on repeating what he heard. " Your uncle, Siyabong, is dead! Your uncle, Siyabong is dead!! Your uncle, Siyabong, is dead!" He
Jacquard, Jack, Gifts together with several neighbors accompanied them to their house. Jacquard went straight to his bedroom while Jack and the rest sat in the living room. No one talked to one another when they were coming down home. One of their neighbors accompanied them back home who happened to be the closest friend of Gift stood up, Mrs. Smith, went straight to the kitchen to prepare something for the family. Every one of them even jack had refused to take anything after he had regained consciousness. All the food prepared had always been eaten by people other than those members of the Jacquard who did not even say anything or make any move towards food, he would just look in the direction of the table where the foods that were prepared by the neighbors were placed. Likewise Jack also throughout their stay in the hospital.Upon getting home, the neighbor, Mrs. Smith, went to the kitchen. She did not allow how they, including her friend, were allowing her efforts to be in vain b