"Because they do not want the Milago to see how well they live," answered Alder with a trace of venom. "They are afraid it would cause unrest."

That was an understatement. If I were a Milago and saw this I'd be downright pissed. Heck, I was getting pissed anyway. And hungry. Those turkeys smelled good.

"Look," said Loor as she pointed across the kitchen.

Standing in the doorway was a guy who was definitely not from Nova. He was so big that he filled the opening. He wore the same kind of clothes we had on and stood with his hands on his hips, surveying the kitchen. Around his waist was a leather belt from which dangled a nasty-looking club. I could feel Alder tense up.

"It is a Bedoowan knight," he whispered. "I do not like this. The knights never come to the kitchens. He must be looking for something."

"You think they know we're here?" I asked nervously.

"I do not know," answered Alder. "But if he catches us, we are finished before we even begin."

The knight stepped into the kitchen and slowly walked around to survey things. The Novans paid no attention to him and he didn't acknowledge them either. His eyes slowly scanned the room, taking everything in. We were trapped. In a few moments he would certainly enter this closet and find us.

Alder said nervously, "We should go back to the mines. We can wait until he's gone and then return."

"There isn't time," snapped Loor. "When he enters the door, we will overpower him and throw him into the mine."

That wasn't a good idea either. We weren't about to kill the guy; at least I wasn't about to. And he'd be sure to wake up and sound some kind of alarm. And who knew what the Novans would do if a knight entered their pantry and never came out? No, beating up on the guy wasn't the answer. I quickly pulled off my pack and dug into one of the side pouches, looking for a better solution.

"What are you doing?" demanded Loor.

"I've got an idea," I answered. "If it doesn't work, we'll do it your way."

I found what I was looking for and quickly moved back to the door. The knight was only a few yards away. There wasn't much time. He looked into a large pot of soup and reached in to take a taste, the slob. That's when I took my shot.

The thing I pulled out was the laser pointer you sent. I clicked it on and aimed the red beam at the pot of soup. From where we were it was easy to see the red laser dot against the black pot. I could only hope that the knight saw it too. He pulled his hand out of the pot and started to suck on his finger to taste the soup, but still he didn't see the laser. Alder and Loor watched the scene over my shoulder. Of course, they had no idea what this laser thing was, but now wasn't the time to ask.

I jiggled the beam a little so that the red dot danced on the pot. The knight stood there sucking on his tasty finger. He was just about to reach back into the pot for a double dip...when he saw it. He looked at the jumping dot curiously, without even taking his finger out of his mouth. The idiot. Then I slowly moved the dot off of the pot and let it travel across the stove. The knight, with his finger still in his mouth, followed it. This was like the game I play with Marley and a flashlight. I'd shine the beam on the floor and Marley would jump at it. The poor dog never got the idea that the spot of light wasn't something she could get her paws on. But that didn't stop her from trying.

That's exactly what happened with the knight. I slowly moved the red laser dot over loaves of bread, past bubbling pots, across wooden tables, down along the floor and back up on the wall. The curious knight never took his eye off of it. He followed the magical red light like, well, like a dog following a flashlight beam. What he didn't realize, is that I was moving him farther and farther away from us.

Once his back was to us, I silently motioned to the others to get moving. They slowly but silently opened the pantry door and crept out into the kitchen. I was right on their tails, while still concentrating on holding the beam steady to keep the dumbfounded knight entertained. We quickly moved across the kitchen to the exit. The Novans didn't even give us a second look. I was the last one out. My body was already out of the door, but I leaned back in, directing the beam. Then, I turned the laser off and couldn't resist waiting one last second to see the befuddled knight's reaction. It was perfect. He stood still for a moment, then started looking around frantically. Sheesh, even Marley wasn't stupid enough to do that. I wanted to laugh out loud, but I couldn't stay to enjoy the show. We had to get moving, so I followed the other two into the palace.

We had made it. We were in. The next step was to make our way to the cell where Uncle Press was being kept. Alder was already checking the map. All Loor and I could do was follow him and try to blend in. As it turned out, it wasn't all that difficult. The palace was busy with Bedoowan people who all more or less looked and dressed like us. Yes, Loor's skin was a bit darker than most, but not so much that she stood out. If no one recognized us for who we really were, we might just make it. As we made our way through the corridors, what I saw was not only surprising, it made an anger grow inside of me that I never thought possible.

The fortress was nothing like I expected. From the outside it looked like an ancient stone castle like they had in medieval times. I had seen pictures of those castles that still stood in England and the interiors were just as crudely simple as the exteriors. Here I expected to see corridors of stone and tiny cell-like rooms. I expected the floors to be of dirt and the light to come from windows or torches. You know, your basic Robin Hoodstyle castle. But this is not at all what we found inside the Bedoowan fortress.

The kitchen had been my first hint that all was not going to be what I thought. I'm telling you, Mark and Courtney, this place was beautiful! The walls were smooth and painted with light colors. Near the ceilings were elaborate decorative paintings done right on the walls. Some corridors had paintings of vines and flowers that stretched the whole length of the wall. Other corridors had paintings of people who were probably famous Bedoowans from the past. The ceilings were decorated with colorful chips of glass that were sculpted into beautiful patterns. The floors were all tiled with intricate marble work. And the place was totally clean. Every so often we'd pass one of the Novan servants on his hands and knees scrubbing the floors, or dusting the statues that stood on tables like this was some kind of museum.

Loor and I exchanged glances. We were both thinking the same thing. How could these people live in such elegance at the expense of the Milago people? I saw that Loor's jaw was clenching. She was angry too.

We heard music coming from a room we were about to pass. As we went by I glanced in to see a small concert going on. Three musicians sat on chairs playing oddball instruments like I had never seen before. They were string instruments, but they were shaped like human forms. It was really bizarro. The music they played was sweet and soothing. Several Bedoowans lounged around listening on big, cushy pillows. Pillows! These people had pillows! And to top it all off, they had Novan servants scrambling around serving them fruit from large platters.

The more of the Bedoowan people I saw, the more I realized that they were a pretty soft bunch...except for the knights, of course. All the others had this kind of baby fat thing going on. The men, the women, even the kids...all looked as if they needed to hit the gym. I guess that's what happens when you have nothing to do except lie around, eat stuff, and listen to lame music.

And here is the wildest thing. In every corridor along the walls there were thin glass tubes about the diameter of a nickel.

These tubes stretched the whole length of every corridor, and they gave off light! Light! They didn't have electricity here, but they figured out some way to make artificial light! The bottom line is that these guys were incredibly advanced. By our standards they were still back in the dark ages, but compared to the Milago they were the Jetsons!

I was amazed at first, but my amazement was replaced by anger. The Milago were dying and living in squalor so that these people could get fat and live in such luxury. It was just flat wrong. The more I saw of how these people lived, the more determined I grew to get Uncle Press out of there so he could help the Milago even things out a little.

All the while I was taking in the rich surroundings, Alder had been leading us through the maze of corridors. The kitchen was on the lowest level of the palace. We had climbed one set of wide, circular stairs to the next level. According to the map, this was the level where the prisoners were kept. Finally we came to an area that was a little less fancy than the rest of the fortress. The walls didn't have paintings on them and the floors and ceilings were bare. I guessed this was where they kept their prisoners, though it was still a lot nicer than where the Milago lived. At a turn in the corridor Alder motioned for us to stop. He took a cautious peek around the corner, then turned back to us.

"There is good news and bad news," he said. "The cell where Press is being held is being guarded. That means he is still there."

"Okay," I said. "What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that there are six knights keeping guard."

Uh-oh. I took a peek around the corner to see for myself. Alder was right. There were six guards there. And these weren't fat and sassy Bedoowans, either. These were solid-looking knights. Each was dressed the same as we were and had the same club-weapons hanging from their belts as the knight in the kitchen. This was bad. There was no way we were getting past those guys. I snuck back to the other two, looked right at Loor and said, "Don't even think about taking those guys on."

"We must do something," countered Loor. "Or this was all for nothing."

Alder added, "And the equinox is fast approaching."

"We gotta get the knights away from the door," I said. "You know how this place works, Alder. What can we do that would make them leave their post?"

Alder thought and then said, "It would take some sort of emergency. Something they had to respond to quickly."

"Keep going," I said. "Think."

Alder looked around. He had no clue. But then his eye caught something near the ceiling. He stared at it for a moment, and smiled. Loor and I both looked up to where his gaze was fixed. What we saw was something that looked like a pipe. It was about six inches in diameter and ran along the wall right by the ceiling.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You have something in your bag," said Alder. "It has a handle, with a jagged metal blade."

I knew exactly what he meant. I dug into my pack and pulled out the camp saw. This one was even better than the one I asked you for, Mark. All I wanted was the small saw from my dad's workshop. But you gave me this coolio thing that folded in half to fit in the pack. Alder opened it up, locked the saw blade and felt the sharpness of the teeth.

"This is for cutting?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "What are you thinking?"

Alder looked back up at the pipe in the ceiling and said, "That carries water throughout the fortress," he answered. He then looked at us with a devilish smile. It took me a second, but I figured out what his plan was and smiled back.

"You can cut through that thing?" I asked.

"Like soft fruit," was his confident answer.

Loor still didn't get it. "Why would you do that?" she asked angrily. She was ticked that we were a few steps ahead of her.

Alder answered, "I will go a few corridors over and cut out a section of the water carrier."

"It'll make a mess," I said, enjoying the thought.

"Yes, it will," he said, enjoying the idea as much as I was. "And of course the missing piece will not be found anywhere."

"That's perfect, dude. Go!" I said. Alder took off running in the opposite direction, away from the prison corridor. Loor and I hid ourselves in a small room around the corner, waiting for the excitement to begin.

"I did not think we would get this far," she said.

"Neither did I," I replied.

We waited a few minutes, but nothing happened. I was getting nervous. Loor seemed calm. She had her game face on. Maybe she was used to this prebattle moment, but my stomach was a knot of tension. I couldn't take it anymore and jumped up.

"I gotta see how he's doing," I said.

"Pendragon, no!" she hissed and tried to grab me. But there was no way I could wait there any longer. I moved quickly in the direction that Alder had gone, peeking down the corridors at each junction, expecting to see him. Finally I rounded a corner and there he was. Alder was standing on a table, sawing away at the pipe. He had already sawed all the way through once and water was leaking down on him. There was a pool of water growing on the floor. But the best was yet to come. With a few final pulls on the saw, he sliced through a second time and pulled down a chunk of pipe about two feet long. The second he pulled it down, water starting gushing out like a berserk fire hydrant. Alder got doused and was nearly knocked over by the force. I sure hoped this was fresh water and not sewage. That would have been nasty. Effective, but nasty. Alder got his bearings, caught sight of me and held up the hunk of pipe triumphantly.

Then suddenly, "Ahhhhhh!" A Bedoowan woman had rounded the corner on the far end and saw the waterworks. The alarm had been officially sounded. Alder tucked the pipe away like a football and ran in the opposite direction from me. I was now in the wrong spot and started back to Loor. I had to force myself to walk. I didn't want anyone thinking that I was running away from the scene of the crime...which is exactly what I was doing. It was a good thing too, because no sooner did I slow down, than I saw the team of knights that had been guarding Uncle Press come running toward me. Or should I say, toward the screaming woman. They ran past me as if I wasn't even there. I really wanted to stay and watch the madness as they tried to stop the water. But that's not why I was here. It was time to spring Uncle Press.

When I got back to Loor, she was up and peering around the corridor toward the cell. She sensed I was near and turned to face me.

"There is only one guard left," she said. "It is my turn." She reached behind her back and from underneath her jacket she pulled a smaller version of her wooden stick weapon. I had no idea she had it. Sneaky. She was all set to charge, but I stopped her.

"No," I said as strongly as possible. "They don't know we're here yet. The longer we can be secret, the better chance we have of getting out."

"There is no other way, Pendragon," she said seething. She wanted to fight.

I took a quick glance around the corridor to see the guard standing there. Further down, the corridor ended at a balcony. My guess was that this balcony overlooked the ocean.

I had an idea.

"Can you get to that balcony without him knowing?" I asked.

Loor took a quick look, turned to see that there was a parallel corridor behind us, and said, "Yes."

"Then go. I'll send him to you."

Loor wanted to ask how, but I pushed her to go before she had the chance. I figured if the laser pointer trick worked once, it would work again. So I waited a few minutes to make sure Loor was in position, then took the pointer out of my pocket. When I clicked it on, the beam didn't work! I clicked it a few more times, I banged it, I took out the battery to clean it, but nothing worked. It was dead and so was I. I didn't know how much longer the other knights would be occupied with the water geyser, and Loor was waiting for me to do something.

I dug back in my pack, looking for an answer...and I found it. It was the radio-controlled stunt cycle. If the batteries failed on this baby, then we were out of luck. I wasn't as good with the stunt cycle as with my four-wheel humvee, but I understand why you guys couldn't go to my house to get it. It was going to be the stunt cycle or nothing. I still remember the day you got this for your birthday, Mark. We both picked up on the radio controls pretty quick and had that cycle taking air off ramps in no time. The plastic helmet on the driver still had the scars from all the times he landed on his head. But I wasn't planning any tricks with him today. All I wanted him to do was drive straight and smooth. If I could pull that off, then we might have a chance.

So I took the little motorcycle out of my pack, reached around the corner of the corridor, and put him on the floor. My plan was to send it slowly past the guard, but I didn't want him to see me standing there with the radio controls. I had to do this blind. I took a breath, then pushed the forward stick. The motorcycle hummed to life with that familiar whine. I wasn't sure how fast it was going, but I couldn't take the chance of looking too soon. If I sent it off course, I was dead. If I sent it too slowly, the guard might just bend over and pick it up. So I forced myself to count to ten, then I peeked an eye around the corner.

I saw exactly what I wanted to see. The guard was standing at the door, dumbfounded, staring at the little man on the motorcycle. I can't imagine what was going through his mind. I couldn't tell if he was curious or scared. Probably a little bit of both. I had the motorcycle moving on a perfectly straight line, headed for the far end of the corridor. So far so good. But just as the cycle was about to roll past him, the guard took a step forward and reached down to pick it up.

I quickly hit the throttle and the cycle shot ahead, just barely out of his grasp. Maybe I was better at this than I thought. This seemed to get the guard's curiosity up even further, and he walked after the cycle. Perfect. This was like playing a fish on a line. I teased him by slowing up. When he would bend down to pick it up, I shot it forward. The whole time he kept moving closer and closer to the balcony on the far end of the corridor where Loor was lying in wait.

With one final push on the throttle, I accelerated the motorcycle forward and it shot out onto the balcony. The guard walked out behind it. He looked down, then hesitated because he expected it to move again. But it didn't. He stared at it for a second, then suddenly bent over and snatched it up with one quick move. But his victory was short-lived because he never stood up again. Loor jumped out and whacked him with her ministick. With two quick moves she slammed the guy, pivoted, and sent him sailing over the rail into the ocean. Mission accomplished and we hadn't given ourselves away.

I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out my walkie-talkie. "Get Alder," I commanded into the yellow walkie. Loor definitely heard me, because she took off running along the balcony and out of sight. I put my walkie-talkie away and looked to the cell door. There was nothing left between me and Uncle Press but that door. So I quickly grabbed my pack and ran for it.

It was too much to expect that the door would be unlocked, and it wasn't. There was an old-fashioned keyhole, but of course I had no key. So I dug into my pack to look for something that might help me open the door. All I could come up with was the Swiss Army knife that I had nabbed back from Figgis. I opened up the awl blade and stuck it into the keyhole, figuring I might be able to turn the lock somehow. But it didn't work. I jammed the awl up and down desperately. If I couldn't open the lock then maybe I could break it. I think that's exactly what happened, because with one final twist, the latch moved and the door opened. I was in! Or should I say, Uncle Press was out.

"Uncle Press!" I shouted as I ran in. "It's me! We gotta get-"

The small cell was empty. Uncle Press wasn't there! I didn't understand why it would be guarded if there was no one to guard. The answer came quickly.

"Ahhhhh!" Somebody jumped me from behind. He leaped up on my back, wrapped his legs around my waist, and tried to wrestle me to the ground.

"Let me outta here, ya filthy Bedoowan pig!" he shouted. The guy wasn't very heavy, or very strong for that matter. All I had to do was spin once and he went flying off. He landed on the hard floor with a loud thud that must have knocked the wind out of him. I looked down and saw that this definitely wasn't Uncle Press. It was a grimy little guy dressed in Milago skins. His hair and beard were incredibly long, which meant he'd been here for a long time.

"Where's my uncle?" I shouted.

The strange little man looked up at me with confusion in his eyes. "You...you are not Bedoowan?" he asked.

"No! I'm here to get my uncle. Where is he?"

The guy took a while to answer. I guess he wasn't used to this much excitement. Join the club, neither was I.

"You must be...Pendragon," he said.

"Yes! And I'm looking for my uncle. Do you know where he is?"

"They took him," answered the Milago prisoner. "Early, before the suns came up. He is to be executed today."

Yeah, I knew that. This guy wasn't helping much. I didn't know where to turn. Uncle Press could be anywhere. My mind raced but I didn't come up with a single answer. I was in total brain lock when my walkie-talkie came to life.

"Pendragon," came Alder's voice. "I found Press. He is not in his cell."

I grabbed my walkie and said to him, "Yeah, I know. Where is he?"

"I am with him now," he came back. "I will direct you to us. Hurry."

We were back in the game. I glanced at the Milago prisoner and said, "Now's your chance. Get out!" Then I turned and ran out of the cell. I quickly ran back toward the mayhem that Alder had caused. The water was still gushing out of the pipes and the corridor was totally flooded. Knights and Novans worked together trying to stop the flow, but they were doing a lousy job. Good. It kept them busy.

Alder then came through the walkie-talkie saying, "Go back to the stairs and climb two more levels."

Got it. I did what I was told. But when I entered the stairwell I saw something down below that nearly made my heart stop. Coming up fast from the lower level were a dozen knights. And these guys were in full battle gear, carrying spears. I think some kind of alarm must have finally sounded. They knew we were here.

One of them looked up and saw me. "There he is!" shouted the knight.

Yep, they knew we were here. The knights began to run. There was no way I could outrace these guys, so I played my final card. I pulled the CD boom box out of the pack, held it in front of me, cranked the volume and hit "Play." Instantly the thrashing rock guitar blasted out of the speakers.

It was like I had thrown a bomb at these guys. They froze in their tracks with a look of total shock on each and every face. They had never heard anything like this before and probably never would again. They turned and fled back down the stairs in total panic. Under other circumstances I would have thought this was pretty funny. Right now it just felt like victory. I left the boom box on the stairs, figuring this would be as good as putting up a gate to keep them down there.

"Pendragon, hurry!" came Alder's voice through the walkie.

As I started to run back up the stairs, I grabbed my walkie and called to him, "I'm almost on the fourth level."

"Turn left at the top and go to the end of the corridor," he instructed. "We're hiding in the last room to the left, before the balcony."

I tucked the walkie away and ran to where he told me. My mind was working ahead to the next few moves. We had to find Loor and get out. But we couldn't get back out through the kitchen because I had the knights trapped down there. There had to be another way out. Hopefully Alder had one, because I sure didn't.

I got to the top of the stairs, made the turn and ran down the corridor. I realized briefly that this corridor was more ornate than any we had seen so far. There were huge sculptures and giant paintings on the walls. It would have been pretty cool, if I weren't so scared out of my mind. But I had reached my destination. The last room on the left was where Alder and Uncle Press were waiting for me. Hopefully Loor was there too. I ran into the room and skidded to a sudden stop.