Alcatraz Versus the Shattered Lens

‘There are,’ Kaz said thoughtfully. ‘Educator’s Lenses. When you put them on, it slows time.’

‘That’s an odd name.’

‘Not really. Have you ever known anything that can slow down time like a boring class at school?’

‘Good point,’ I said.

All in all, there were thousands of different kinds of glass that had been identified. A lot of them – like the Traveler’s Lenses – were impractical to use. They were either too dangerous, took too much energy to work, or were so rare that complete Lenses of them were nearly impossible to forge.

‘Some glass is called technology,’ I said, ‘but that’s just because it can be powered by brightsand. But all glass can be powered by Oculators. I’ve done it before.’

‘I know,’ Kaz said. ‘The boots. You said you were able to give them an extra jolt of power.’

‘I did it again,’ I said. ‘With Transporter’s Glass in Nalhalla.’

‘Curious,’ Kaz said. ‘But Al, nobody else can do that. What makes you think this involves the Incarna?’

‘Well, neurons in my brain transmit an electrochemical signal to one another and—’

‘I mean,’ Kaz interrupted. ‘Why do you think this has something to do with the Incarna?’

‘Because,’ I said. ‘I just have a feeling about it. Partially Alcatraz the First’s writings, partially instinct. The Incarna knew about all these kinds of glass, but they wanted more. They wanted to have these powers innate inside of people. And so somehow, they made it happen – they gave us Talents. They turned us into Lenses, kind of.’

I frowned. ‘Maybe it’s not the fact that I’m an Oculator that lets me power glass. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m an Oculator and a Smedry. That’s much rarer, isn’t it?’

‘I only know of four who are both,’ Kaz said. ‘You, Pop, your father, and Australia.’

‘Has any research been done into people like us powering glass?’

‘Not that I know of,’ he confessed.

‘I’m right, Kaz,’ I said. ‘I can feel it. The Incarna did something to themselves, something that ended with the creation of the Smedry Talents.’

Kaz nodded slowly.

‘Aren’t you going to ask what makes me feel this way?’

‘Wasn’t planning on it.’

‘’Cuz I’ve got this really great comment prepared on unconscious mind interacting with the conscious mind and releasing chemical indicators in the form of hormones that influence an emotional response.’

‘Glad I didn’t ask, then,’ Kaz noted.

‘Ah well.’

Now, it may seem odd to you that I – a boy of merely thirteen years – figured out all that stuff about the Incarna, when scholars had been trying for centuries to discover it. I had some advantages, though. First, I had the unusual position of being a Smedry, an Oculator, and a holder of the Breaking Talent. From what I can determine, there hadn’t been someone who had possessed all three for thousands of years. I might have been the only one other than Alcatraz the First.

Because of that unusual combination, I’d done some strange things. (You’ve seen me do some of them in these books.) I’d seen things others hadn’t, and that had led me to conclusions they couldn’t have made. Beyond that, I’d read what many of the other scholars – like Kaz – had written. That’s part of what I’d spent my time doing in Nalhalla while I waited for the fourth book to start.

There’s a saying in the Hushlands: ‘If I have seen further it is only by standing on the shoulders of giants.’ Newton said it first. I’m not sure how he got hit on the head with an apple while standing up so high in the air, but the quote is quite good.

I had all of their research. I had my own knowledge. Between it all, I happened to figure out the right answer.

Kaz nodded to himself, slowly. ‘I think you might be on to something, kid. Some scholars have noticed the connection between types of Smedry Talents and types of glass. They’ve even tried to put the glasses onto the Incarnate Wheel. But your explanation goes a step further.’

He tapped the diagram he’d drawn on the floor. ‘I like it. Things tend to make sense once you figure out all of the pieces. We call Smedry Talents “magic”. But I’ve never liked that word. They work according to their own rules. Take Aydee’s power, for instance.’

‘It seems pretty magical,’ I admitted. ‘Creating five thousand bears out of thin air?’

‘She didn’t create them out of nothing,’ Kaz said. ‘She’s got a spatial Talent, one that changes how things are in space with relation to other things. Like my Talent. I get lost. This moves me from one place to another. Your father loses things, not himself. He can tuck something into his pocket, and it will be gone the next moment. But when he really needs it, he’ll “find” it in the pocket of a completely different outfit.

‘Aydee’s Talent is actually very similar to these. Those bears, they didn’t come from nowhere. She moved them from someplace. Out of a storehouse or factory; perhaps she drained the armory back in Nalhalla. That’s how it always works. She’s not magically making them appear; she’s moving them here, and she’s putting something back in their place – usually just empty air.’

‘Like Transporter’s Glass,’ I said.

‘Yes, actually,’ Kaz said. ‘Now that you mention it, that is very similar.’ He tapped the ground again. ‘So, if I get you right, you’re saying that the Incarna turned people into Lenses. But something went wrong.’

‘Right,’ I said. ‘That’s why the Talents are hard to control, why they do such odd things some of the time.’

‘And that’s what your father is chasing, I warrant,’ Kaz said. ‘Didn’t he say he wanted to give every person Smedry Talents?’

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘He announced it in a big press conference, to all of Nalhalla.’

‘He wants the secret,’ Kaz said.

‘And my mother does too,’ I guessed. ‘It’s hidden in the Forgotten Language. The trick, the method the Incarna used to turn people into Lenses. Kind of.’

‘And this whole issue with the Translator’s Glass was based on that,’ Kaz said, growing excited. ‘Your mother and he were searching for this same secret, and they knew they needed to be able to read the Forgotten Language to find it. So they searched out the Sands of Rashid . . .’

‘And broke up because of differences in how they’d use the abilities once they found them,’ I said, glancing toward the university building proper. Where my mother was locked up. ‘I have to talk to her, interrogate her. Maybe I can figure out if this is all correct.’

Above us, Bastille began to swear.

I looked up; Bastille was pointing urgently. ‘Alcatraz! The earth is moving in a yard three streets over! I think Librarians are tunneling in over there!’

Kaz leaped to his feet, and the six Mokian runners came alert. I glanced at the university, the place of my mother’s impromptu prison. An interrogation would have to wait.

‘Let’s go!’ I said, dashing in the direction Bastille had pointed.

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By now, you’re probably confused at what chapter this is. Some people I let read the book early were a little confused by the chapter numbers. (Wimps.)

I did this intentionally. See, I knew it would drive Librarians crazy. Despite our many efforts to hide these books as innocent ‘fantasy’ novels in the bookstores and libraries, the Librarians have proven too clever (or at least too meticulous) for us. They are reading my biographies, and perhaps learning too much about me. So it was time to employ some careful misdirection.

I considered writing the whole book in 133t, but felt that would give me too much m4d ski11z. So it came to the chapter numbers. As you have probably noticed, Librarians don’t conform to most people’s stereotypes. Most of them don’t even have stereos. Beyond that, they’re not sweet, book-loving scholars; they’re maniacal cultists bent on ruling the world. They don’t like to shush people. (Unless it means quieting them permanently by sinking them in the bay with their feet tied to an iron shelving cart.) In fact, most Librarians I’ve seen are quite fond of loud explosions, particularly the types that involve a Smedry at the center.

People don’t become Librarians because they want to force people to be quiet, or because they love books, or because they want to help people. No, people become Librarians for only one reason: They like to put things in order. Librarians are always organizing stuff. They can’t help it. You’ll see them for hours and hours sitting on little stools in libraries, going over each and every book on their shelf, trying to decide if it should be moved over one or two slots. It drives them crazy when we normal people wander into their libraries and mess stuff up.

And so, I present to you the perfect Librarian trap. They’ll come along, pick up this book, and start to read it, thinking they’re so smart for discovering my autobiography. The chapter titles will be completely messed up. That, of course, will make their brains explode. So if you have to wipe some gray stuff off the book, you know who read it before you.

Sorry about that.

Once again, I charged through the city, small retinue in tow. Being king sure seemed to involve running around in the dark a lot.

‘Kid,’ Kaz said, jogging beside me, ‘I should be on the strike team to attack the robots.’

‘What?’ I exclaimed. ‘No, Kaz. I need you here.’

‘No, you don’t. You’re doing just fine on your own.’

‘But—’

‘Kid, with these Warrior’s Lenses on, I can run faster than any of those Mokian soldiers.’

That was true; Warrior’s Lenses augmented a person’s physical abilities. Kaz had no trouble keeping up with the rest of us, despite his shorter legs.

Warrior’s Lenses were one of the few types that could be used by anyone, not just Oculators. It’s proof that the world is so unfair that I, to this day, have never had a chance to use Warrior’s Lenses. (Well, except that once, but we won’t talk about that.) They’re supposedly beneath Oculators, or something like that.

‘So give the Lenses to someone else,’ I said stubbornly.

‘Wouldn’t work,’ he replied. ‘They take a lot of training to learn to use. I’ll bet there aren’t more than a few dozen Mokian soldiers who can use them. Otherwise, the entire army would be wearing them.’

Oh. Well, that made sense. Unfortunately.

‘Besides, kid,’ Kaz said, ‘I can use my Talent to escape from behind the Librarian lines. I might even be able to pull a few of the other runners with me. If you send me, it’ll save lives.’

Now that was a good argument. If Kaz could get some of the runners out, then that would alleviate my conscience big time.

‘Are you sure you can get out?’ I said softly as we ran. ‘Your Talent has been unpredictable lately . . .’