see D right in front of her. A short distance away was a chestnut cyborg horse, so he mustâve come without Mia noticing him. As strange as it was that she hadnât heard even a footstep, she didnât find it strange at all where this young man was concerned.
âAre youâD?â Mia asked, though it sounded to her like the words were a million miles away.
âDo I look like anybody else?â
âNo,â she replied. As D approached, she told him, âI just set an atomic charge. The timer canât be disarmed. Get out of here.â
âWhat an interesting thing to do.â
D didnât stop walking but came over to Mia and gazed down at the bomb.
âYeah. I have to exorcise this demon thatâll spread over this villageâno, the whole Frontier region.â
Miaâs right hand slipped into her blouse, but D didnât notice.
âI wasââ he began to say and then turned around, having sensed Miaâs murderous intent. Before D could even finish turning, Mia planted the dagger in her right hand in his heart with perfect precision.
Time stopped. All movement halted, and even the wind seemed to have died.
The next move came from Mia. Letting go of the dagger sheâd stuck in him, she backed away a step or two.
D stood stock still. âWhy?â he asked.
âYouâre a murderer! But thanks to you, I know the D I met last night was the real one. There really are two of you after all.â
Rasping, D asked, âHow . . . did you know?â
âYesterday, you were riding a white horse.â
âI see,â he said, his voice carrying strength. Before Mia even had time to be shocked, D reached his left hand for the hilt of the dagger jutting from his chest and pulled it out without any trouble. âCare to try that again? Or should I skin you alive here and now and let the atomic flames cook you?â
A faint pain shot through the base of Miaâs throat, calling attention to the fact that D had drawn his longsword and pressed it against her.
âWith that model, we should have ten minutes till it explodes. Time enough for a little chat. So, I went to see you last night, did I?â
Mia furrowed her brow. She got the feeling that D knew more than he let on. Because he had a different horse, sheâd thought he had to be a different person, but could it be that she was mistaken?
âAnd what did I talk with you about, then?â
The girl was at a loss for words.
âHow Iâd had a falling-out with you and the villagers?â
Again, silence from Mia.
âI went into the garden and slipped into your room through the windowâright? And as I was leaving, I put my hand on your shoulder. Do you remember that?â
For Mia, it felt as if all the blood were draining from her body. So, this D was the same as the one the night before after all.
âLetâs suppose for a minute that I just bought a change of horses. What did we talk about?â
âWhat you said just now. And that was it.â
Gazing steadily into Miaâs eyes, D said, âOkay, next matter. Why did you come out here?â
The blade pressed against her throat a little harder.
âI saw it in a dream . . .â
âIn a dream?â
âMy mother appeared to me and told me what to do. What I was supposed to do out here. Hey,â Mia continued, her strength roused once more.
With apparent curiosity, D replied, âWhat?â
âTell me something. Who are you? And whatâs this energy pipeline for?â
Dâs lips twisted into a grin. âYouâll find out in hell. In no time thereâll be more people than you can count joining you there. Youâll have to ask one of them.â
His tone was that of a judge delivering his verdict, and it made Mia close her eyes. She felt ready to meet her maker. Various thoughts came and went in her mind. Her mother had visited her in her dreamâshe was