mean youâve known about this book, only a short distance from your door, and youâve never tried to get it?â Rae asked incredulously.
âIt doesnât exist,â Telemachus repeated.
âEven if the Forbidden Book did exist, it would be foolish to try to find it,â Ira countered. âChancellor Doran and his scribes have seen sketches of our faces. If someone turned us inâ¦.â
âNo one would recognize you,â Silas reasoned. âYouâve changed your appearance considerably.â
âThatâs a risk I am not willing to take,â Ira said. âYou cannot understand. I have a wife, a job, a house. I have a life again.â
Jesse looked at Parvel, and from the look on his face, he guessed they were thinking the same thing. Jesse wanted to know what happened to Eli. Parvel wanted to know what happened to his brother.
âWeâve got to find it,â Jesse said suddenly. âDonât you understand? If we had that book, we could find the Youth Guard members who are still alive. We could save them!â
âThatâs a noble thought,â Telemachus began, âbutâ¦â
âHeâs right,â Rae said, jumping up. âI donât want to disguise myself, to go around the rest of my life playing a part. I do not want to live in âperfect obscurity.â That wouldnât be living.â
âNo,â Ira said firmly, slamming his fist down on the table for emphasis. âItâs far too dangerous.â
âDearâ¦â Willa said, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.
âYou donât have any say in what we do,â Rae said, throwing her shoulders back to face the challenge. Jesse wondered if Ira knew what he had gotten into. They stood there, the petite, dark-haired girl facing the burly Patrol member.
âYouâre too young to know better,â Ira said. âWeâre just trying to protect you.â
âAnd what about the others,â Jesse said. âThe ones whose names are written in the Forbidden Book. Whoâs protecting them ?â
The silence hung in the air like smoke from a cooking fire. Then Willa put her hand on her husbandâs shoulder. âIt is late,â she said. âI have the rooms ready.â
âNo,â Rae said again. âI will not leave this unresolved.â
Telemachus sighed. âThe girl speaks the truth, Ira. We cannot force them to stay here.â
âButâ¦â Ira protested.
âNo, Ira. Itâs no use. Besides, you know as well as I do that, in their place, fifteen years ago, you would have said much the same.â
That seemed to cool Ira off a bit. âMaybe youâre right,â he said. âBut I would have listened to reason. To my elders.â
âWe do not mean to show disrespect,â Parvel said. âYou would have us stay to protect our own lives. We would go to protect the lives of others. Foolish or wise, our intent is good. And some of us,â he glanced at Jesse, âknow and love people whose names are written in that book. You would be hard pressed to convince us not to go after it.â
As usual, Parvelâs words had a way of calming the situation. Telemachus still shook his head. âBut I tell you, the book is not real. Please, do not throw your lives away for a mere legend.â
âBut I have reason to believe that it is true,â Parvel said. âMy father was a courtier in the capital of Amarias, and he heard similar rumors of a cursed book. At the time, I did not believe it. The supporters of the king are often foolish boasters, especially after having too much to drink. Now, though, I begin to wonder if perhaps there is such a book.â
Telemachus had no answer to that. âPlease, at least stay here tonight,â Willa said. âPerhaps in the morning you will see things differently.â
âThank you,â Parvel said, standing to bow. âWe