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Authors: Nancy Farmer

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What a fine thing that was, El Patrón had told Matt: that a king got to rule in this life but also had his entire court to serve him in the next. That was even better than El Dorado powdered with gold on the balcony of his great house.

Matt choked on the dust and sat up to clear his throat. He didn’t want to make any noise. He didn’t want anyone to find him until he’d decided what to do. He leaned against the wall, and the darkness outside was equaled by the darkness inside his mind. What was he to do? What
could
he do?

Footsteps running up the passage made him jump to his feet. He saw a flashlight bobbing in front of a slight figure. “María,” he whispered.

“Oh, thank heavens! I was afraid you’d gone somewhere else to hide,” she whispered back.

“Hide?” he said.

“They’re looking for you everywhere. They tore up Celia’s apartment, and they’ve been through every room in the house. They’ve sent bodyguards to comb the stables and fields.”

Matt held her by the shoulders and looked closely at her face. In the dim light he saw her face was wet. “Why are they looking for me?”

“You
have
to know. Tam Lin said you were too clever not to figure it out.”

Matt felt turned to stone. The bodyguard evidently gave him more credit than he deserved. Matt hadn’t figured it out—not really—until a few minutes ago.

“I’m supposed to be throwing a hysterical fit in my room. Emilia says I’m always getting hysterical. She says you’re only the latest edition of Furball; but she’s wrong! You’re not a dog. You’re so much, much more.”

Ordinarily, Matt would have been thrilled by María’s words, but the situation was too dire for happiness.

“Tam Lin says you’re to stay put for now. He’s going to spread a rumor that you’ve taken a Safe Horse north to the United States. He says that should keep the Farm Patrol busy.”

Matt felt dazed by all that was happening. He couldn’t seem to get his mind working. “How’s El Patrón?” he asked.

“Why do you care?” María said passionately. “You should pray that he dies.”

“I can’t,” murmured Matt. And it was true. No matter how treacherous El Patrón had been, Matt loved the old man. No one was closer to him in the whole world. No one understood him better.

“You’re exactly like Tam Lin,” said María. “He says El Patrón is like a force of nature—a tornado or volcano or something. He says you can’t help being awestruck even when you might get killed. I think it’s all rubbish!”

“What am I supposed to do?” Matt said. He felt drained of willpower.

“Stay here. I’ll go throw the hysterical fit everyone’s expecting. When it gets dark, I’ll come back for you.”

“Where can we go?” said Matt. He could think of only the oasis, but it was a long way without a Safe Horse to carry them.

“To Dada’s hovercraft,” said María.

Matt’s eyes widened. “You know how to fly?”

“No, but the pilot was going to take me back to the convent after the wedding. I told him to expect us.”

“How will you explain me?”

“You’re my new pet eejit! Emilia has a dozen, and I told the pilot I was jealous and demanded one of my own.” María had to cover her mouth to keep the giggles from spilling out into the dark passage. “Nobody ever asks questions about eejits. They’re just part of the furniture.”

• • •

Matt slept most of the time he was waiting. He was tired from the illness that had come over him recently and exhausted by all that had happened. He woke, parched and thirsty, and realized he had no water.

The passageway was dry and dusty. Matt swallowed, trying to soothe his burning throat. His throat hurt all the time these days, with or without water.

He found the machine room stuffed with bodyguards. Every view screen was being watched, and Matt realized there wasn’t a single safe place in the house. He couldn’t go out for water. He began to worry about María. How had she gotten past them before, and how would she get back in? He leaned against the wall, sunk in the deepest despair.

Time passed slowly. Matt thought about the lemonade Celia always left in the fridge. He imagined the juice sliding down his throat. Then, because the air had grown cooler, he thought about hot chocolate instead. Celia made it with cinnamon. One of his earliest memories was of her hands holding a cup to his lips and of a wonderful, spicy aroma swirling around his head.

Matt swallowed painfully. It didn’t help to think about drinking when you couldn’t do it. Long ago he’d seen a dead eejit in the poppy fields. Tam Lin said the man had died of thirst. Matt wondered how long it had taken.

He heard footsteps. He sprang up and was immediately swept with dizziness. He must be more dehydrated than he thought.

“I’m sorry. I forgot about water.” María thrust a bottle at him, and Matt snatched it and drank ravenously.

“How’s El Patrón?” he asked after he drained the bottle.

“Better, unfortunately.”

“You sound like you don’t want him to get well.”

“Of course I don’t!”

“Keep your voice down,” said Matt. “If he lives, I can come out.”

“No, you can’t. He needs a new heart if he’s going to survive, and there’s only one place to get it.”

Matt put his hand out, to keep from swaying. It was one thing to understand his fate and very different to hear María say it out loud. “El Patrón loves me,” he said.

María made a small, impatient noise. “He loves what you can
do
for him. We don’t have time to waste. Here’s an eejit uniform to wear—Tam Lin got it for me. Remember, you can’t say a word if we meet anyone.”

Matt quickly changed clothes. The uniform reeked of sweat and a chemical odor that awoke evil memories in Matt.
The wastelands
, he thought. The person who wore this had lain in the fields on still nights, when the air near the eejit pens had gone bad.

“Here’s your hat,” said María.

She led him through the passage. They were moving away from the music room and past El Viejo’s old apartment. Matt wondered who was living there now or if perhaps it had been sealed up. A lot of the mansion was, but you couldn’t count on a place being empty.

They came to a stretch where Matt had been unable to find a peephole. María shone the flashlight along the wall.

“There’s nothing here,” Matt said.

“Wait.” She slid a piece of red plastic over the flashlight. The walls turned the color of dried blood. It made the place look darker and more sinister. The air suddenly seemed stale, like a tomb that hadn’t been opened for a very long time.

“There!” cried María.

In the middle of the wall, where Matt could have sworn nothing had been a minute ago, was a red, glowing patch. He bent close. The patch disappeared.

“You’re in the beam,” said María. Matt stepped back and the patch appeared again.

It reminded him a little of the stars Celia had pasted on his bedroom ceiling. It was a different color, though, and it wasn’t a star. “It’s a
scorpion!”
he cried.

“The mark of the Alacráns,” said María. “Tam Lin told me about it. It shows up only in red light.”

“What does it mean?”

“I think—I
hope—
it’s a way out.”

Matt put out his hand to touch the scorpion, and María grabbed his arm. “Wait! I have to explain something. I’ve been going in and out of this passage from El Patrón’s bedroom. The view screens can’t see in there, according to Tam Lin, but they can watch everything around it. You couldn’t escape from there.”

Matt was hypnotized by the red scorpion. It seemed to shimmer with a life all its own.

“This is another way out,” said María. “I thought this passage was built so El Patrón could spy on people. Of course, he
did
spy on people—Tam Lin said he called it his private soap opera—but El Patrón really made the tunnel to escape from his enemies. He has a lot of enemies.”

“I know,” said Matt.

“The problem is, I don’t know whether you want to take the chance—”

“What?” Matt said impatiently.

“It works only for El Patrón. That’s to keep enemies from sneaking in. When he presses his hand against the red scorpion, the wall opens, and he can get in and out of the house without being seen. The escape route goes to the hovercraft landing field. But, if the wrong person touches the scorpion, it sends a lethal jolt of electricity through his arm and the whole passage fills with a poisonous gas. At least that’s what Tam Lin says. He hasn’t tried it.”

Matt stared at María. “
This
is your plan to rescue me?”

“Well, it might work,” she said. “Tam Lin says the scorpion recognizes the fingerprints and DNA of El Patrón. And you’re his clone.”

Matt suddenly felt light-headed. She was right. He
was
El Patrón’s clone. His fingerprints would be the same, his DNA identical. “If you’re wrong,” he told María, “we’ll die.”

“We’ll die together, dearest.”

Matt’s heart jolted when he heard
dearest
. “I can’t let you do it. I’ll go alone. I have a secret hiding place.”

“The oasis?” said María. “You’ll never make it there ahead of the Farm Patrol.”

So she even knows about that
, Matt thought. Tam Lin must have told her everything. “I can try.”

“And so can I,” she said, getting that mulish look in her eyes Matt knew so well. “Either you press that scorpion and we escape together, or we stay here and
starve
together. I’m not leaving you! Not now or ever!”

“I love you,” Matt said.

“I love you, too,” said María. “I know that’s a sin, and I’ll probably go to hell for it.”

“If I have a soul, I’ll go with you,” promised Matt. He thrust his hand against the glowing scorpion before he could change his mind. He felt a strange sensation, like hundreds of tiny ants crawling up his arm. The hairs on the back of his hand stirred. “Run! It’s not working!” he yelled. Instead, María grabbed him.

A door slid back before them, and a long, dark tunnel was revealed.

“If we had time to waste, I’d faint,” María sighed, shining the flashlight into the new opening.

The tunnel smelled even older than the passageway, and it was clear it hadn’t been used for a very long time. The floor was packed dirt with a forlorn little heap of soil here and there where some burrowing animal had got in. But there was nothing alive in the tunnel now, not a mouse or a spider or even a toadstool. It gave Matt the creeps.

Their footsteps were muffled. The sound of their breathing seemed to die in the cold, lifeless air. It struck Matt that there might not be much oxygen in the tunnel, and he hurried María along.

After a while they came to another wall blocking the way. María put the red plastic over the flashlight again and revealed another shimmering scorpion. This time Matt didn’t hesitate. He pressed his hand against the wall and felt the same sensation of crawling ants. A second door slid open.

This entrance was concealed by thick bushes. Matt carefully pushed them aside for María, and they found themselves on the edge of the hovercraft landing field.

“That’s our ship,” whispered María, pointing out a small craft with its landing lights on. She walked ahead and Matt followed, pulling the broad-brimmed sombrero down to hide his face. They didn’t hurry. They looked, Matt hoped, like they had all the time in the world. If bodyguards were watching this part of the house, all they’d see was an honored guest attended by an eejit. Eejits didn’t rate any more attention than dogs.

Matt was sweating with nerves. It was harder acting brainless than he’d imagined. He wanted to look around, but eejits didn’t do such things. He tripped on a rock and caught himself before he actually fell.
Mistake
, he thought. A real eejit would land flat on his face. Would he yell if he got hurt? Matt didn’t know.

“Stay,” said María. Matt halted. She climbed into the hover-craft and then ordered him to come inside. He heard her talking to the pilot.

“Sit,” said María, pointing at a chair. She buckled him in and continued chatting to the pilot, telling him about the convent and how glad she’d be to get back.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Miss Mendoza,” the pilot said with great respect, “but do you have a permit for this eejit? They’re not exactly welcome in Aztlán.”

“The mother superior will have one,” María said airily.

“I hope so,” said the man. “Otherwise, he’ll have to be put to sleep. I know a sensitive girl like you wouldn’t like that.”

María turned pale, and Matt realized she hadn’t known about this law.

“We’ll take off as soon as your sister leaves.”

“My sister?”
María almost shrieked.

Stay calm, stay calm
, Matt thought desperately.

“You didn’t think I’d let you go without saying good-bye,” said Emilia, coming out of the cockpit. Steven was with her and so were a pair of bodyguards. Matt sat perfectly still, his head bowed, as the bodyguards took up positions in front of the door. He couldn’t think of another thing to do.

“Emilia. How nice,” said María without any enthusiasm.

“I really don’t think the mother superior wants an eejit at the convent,” Emilia said.

“Stay out of this.”

“Why should I help you indulge in another do-good project? Honestly, you’re the laughingstock of the convent—like when you wanted to care for lepers. The nuns laughed themselves silly over that. There
aren’t
any lepers in Aztlán. They’d have to import them. And now you want to rescue a clone—”

“Eejit,” María said quickly.

“Clone,” said Steven, coming forward and pulling off Matt’s hat. He dropped it as though he’d touched something foul.

Matt looked up. There was no point pretending now. “I forced María to do it,” he said.

“You’ve gotten her into trouble for years,” said Emilia. “From that first day she brought you food, you’ve exploited her.”

“He has not!” cried María.

“You’re too soft,” Emilia said. “You’re always getting gooey about sick animals or homeless people. If you’re not careful, you’ll turn out like Mother.”

“Mother,” gasped María. “I haven’t told you—I didn’t have time—she’s
alive!”

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