The Toll (Arc of a Scythe #3) - Neal Shusterman Page 0,62

things?” Faraday asked. “No, don’t tell me; I don’t wish to know.”

Still, Munira pushed the conversation further, trying to bait his curiosity. “You wouldn’t recognize the place,” she said. “It’s become… like an outpost of civilization. A colony.”

“I’m surprised Goddard hasn’t sent his emissaries here, to find out what the commotion is all about,” Faraday said.

“The outside world still doesn’t know this place exists,” Munira told him. “Apparently the Thunderhead has kept it a blind spot to everyone else.”

Faraday gave her a dubious look. “You’re telling me that those supply ships don’t bring stories home about the place that’s not supposed to exist?”

Munira shrugged. “The Thunderhead has always had projects in far-flung places. No one who’s come has left yet, and the people here have no idea where they even are, much less what they’re building.”

“And what are they building?”

Munira took her time in answering. “I don’t know,” she told him. “But I have my suspicions. I’ll share them with you when they feel a little less foolish… and when you end your prolonged pouting.”

“Pouting is a passing thing,” he told her dismissively. “What I have is a mind-set. I will not suffer this world again. It has done me no good.”

“But you’ve done much good for it,” she reminded him.

“And received no reward for my efforts, only pain.”

“I didn’t think you were doing it to be rewarded.”

Faraday stood up from the table, indicating that the meal and the conversation were over. “When you come back next week, bring tomatoes. It’s been a long time since I had a good tomato.”

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20 Spiral Logic

Loriana Barchok had never felt so light-headed, so dizzy. She tried to wrap her head around what she now knew, but found her mind stretched too thin to even try. She had to sit down, but the moment she did, she found herself standing again and pacing, then staring at the wall, then sitting down once more.

A package had arrived that morning. It required a thumbprint ID to open, as well as a smear of blood to confirm her DNA. Loriana didn’t even know such packaging existed. Who needed anything to be that secure?

The first page was a distribution list. All the people who had received a copy of the enclosed documents. In any other endeavor of this size there would be hundreds.

But this package had a distribution list of one.

What was the Thunderhead thinking? It truly must have malfunctioned if it was sending an eyes-only high-priority document like this to her. Didn’t it know that she was terrible at keeping secrets? Of course it knew! It knew everything about everyone. So the question was, did it send the package to her, fully expecting her to blab about it to everyone? Or did it truly trust her to be the sole keeper of this hidden flame?

Is this what the Toll felt like, she wondered, the moment he realized he was the only one to whom the Thunderhead still spoke? Did he get dizzy, too? Did he alternate between pacing and sitting and staring into space? Or did the Thunderhead choose someone more wise and worldly for its voice on Earth? Someone who could take such an awesome responsibility in stride.

They had only heard of the Toll through the hearsay of arriving workers. Some people believed the Thunderhead spoke to him; others didn’t and thought it was just typical Tonist madness.

“Oh, he’s real,” Sykora had told her. “I met him once—with Hilliard and Qian.” Which made anything he said about the encounter suspect, since Sykora was the only one of the three still alive. “He’s the one who sent us here—gave us these blasted coordinates. Of course that was before all that ‘holy man’ business—that all came later. He seemed rather ordinary if you ask me.”

And you’d know ordinary, Loriana wanted to say. But she didn’t say anything and let Sykora get on with his business.

Loriana was not offered the job as Sykora’s assistant when they first began to settle in a