Vidala’s eyes were closed. She was breathing evenly: worse luck.
“Has she spoken yet?” I asked.
“No, not a word,” said Aunt Elizabeth. “Not while I’ve been here.”
“Good of you to be so attentive,” I said, “but you must be tired. I’ll spell you off. Go and get a cup of tea.” She threw me a suspicious look, but she went.
Once she was out of the room I leaned over and spoke loudly into Vidala’s ear. “Wake up!”
Her eyes opened. She focused on me. Then she whispered, with no slurring: “You did this, Lydia. You’ll hang for it.” Her expression was both vindictive and triumphant: finally she had an accusation that would stick, and my job was very nearly hers.
“You’re tired,” I said. “Go back to sleep.” She closed her eyes again.
I was rummaging in my pocket for the vial of morphine I’d brought with me when Elizabeth walked in. “I forgot my knitting,” she said.
“Vidala spoke. When you were out of the room.”
“What did she say?”
“She must have some brain damage,” I said. “She’s accusing you of having struck her. She said you were in league with Mayday.”
“But no one can possibly believe her,” Elizabeth said, blanching. “If anyone hit her, it must have been that Jade girl!”
“Belief is hard to predict,” I said. “Some might find it expedient to have you denounced. Not all of the Commanders appreciated the ignominious exit of Dr. Grove. I have heard it said that you are unreliable—if you accused Grove, who else might you accuse?—in which case they will accept Vidala’s testimony against you. People like a scapegoat.”
She sat down. “This is a disaster,” she said.
“We’ve been in tight spots before, Elizabeth,” I said mildly. “Remember the Thank Tank. We both made it out of that. Since then, we have done what was necessary.”
“You are so bolstering, Lydia,” she said.
“Such a shame about Vidala’s allergies,” I said. “I hope she won’t suffer an asthmatic attack while sleeping. Now I must rush off, as I have a meeting. I will leave Vidala in your nurturing hands. I notice that her pillow needs rearranging.”
Two birds with one stone: if so, how satisfactory in ways both aesthetic and practical, and a diversion that will create more runway. Though not ultimately for me, as there is scant chance I myself will escape unscathed from the revelations that are sure to follow once Nicole appears on the television news in Canada and the cache of evidence she is carrying for me is displayed.
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The clock ticks, the minutes pass. I wait. I wait.
Fly well, my messengers, my silver doves, my destroying angels. Land safely.
XXVI
LANDFALL
Transcript of Witness Testimony 369A
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I don’t know how long we were in the inflatable. It felt like hours. I’m sorry I can’t be more precise.
There was fog. The waves were very high, and spray and water were coming in on top of us. It was cold as death. The tide was fast, and it was sweeping us out to sea. I was more than frightened: I thought we were going to die. The inflatable would be swamped, we would be thrown into the ocean, we would sink down and down. Aunt Lydia’s message would be lost, and all the sacrifices would be for nothing.
Dear God, I prayed silently. Please help us get safe to land. And, If someone else has to die, let it be only me.
We were rowing and rowing. We each had an oar. I’d never been in a boat before so I didn’t know how to do it. I felt weak and tired, and my arms were cramping with the pain.