said.
The boys turned to stare at her.
âWell thatâs what I heard,â said the girl.
âItâno,â Archie said. âI mean, the real reason Rome fell was because they built lektric generators and covered the world with lektricity and woke the Mangleborn again.â
âAnd you know all this pretend history how?â Fergus asked.
Archie had already told them too muchâbut after what theyâd been through, he thought they deserved to know. He glanced at Mr. Rivets, who apparently agreed.
âMaster Archie and his parents are a part of a secret society that has fought the Mangleborn for generations,â Mr. Rivets said. âThey have also worked in secret to keep the world from rediscovering the practical uses of lektricity.â
âWorked to keep people fromâ¦â Fergusâ eyes went wide. âThere was a fire. At Edisonâs lab. Last month. We were just about to create a batteryâa chemical storage jar for lektricity. But the lab burned down. We lost everything. Did your secret society do that?â
âUndoubtedly,â said Mr. Rivets. âMen like Edison, once identified, are watched. Their work suppressed.â
âBut you donât know for a fact they did it?â the girl said.
âThe Society is, as I said, miss, a secret. Only a few of its members know all its agents; most know only two or three others besides themselves. Beyond Mr. and Mrs. Dent and the governing council in New Rome, I myself am aware of only two active Septemberists.â
âSeptemberists?â Fergus asked.
âYes, sir. That is what members of the group call themselves.â
âThatâs why we went down there,â Archie said. âMy parents are researchers for the Septemberists. They know all about the Mangleborn from old books, and they watch the stars for signs that the Mangleborn are getting stronger. Like this one.â He got quiet as he thought about his parents at Septemberist headquarters, those awful bugs on their necks. âThey just didnât know how strong.â
âSorry, White,â Fergus said. âGiant monsters trapped in the earth is a tough sell.â
ââWhiteâ?â Archie said.
âNo offense, mate,â Fergus said. âBut donât tell me itâs the first time youâve heard it. Not with that snowball on your head. Guess I didnât notice it before in the dark.â
Archie didnât understand.
âYes, Master Archie,â Mr. Rivets said. âI neglected to mention it after your rescue as there were more pressing matters to attend to with Master Fergus, but ⦠perhaps itâs best you see for yourself.â
Mr. Rivets pointed to a polished metal mirror on the cabin wall. Archie went closer to look.
âMy hairâmy hair is white!â Archie cried.
âIâm afraid Iâm at a loss to explain it, sir,â said Mr. Rivets.
âIt happened after you put your hands in that green flame,â the girl said. âIt was brown before. White after.â
Archie ran his fingers through his hair. It was white as steam. All of it. White to the skin. His eyebrows too. Mr. Rivets might not have understood, but Archie did. Seeing the Mangleborn, hearing it inside his head had done this to him. It had touched his mind. Jandal a Haad . He remembered the words now. The same words the Septemberist council had spoken to him. He had no idea what they meant, but they scared him to the bone.
âWe have to go back,â said the girl.
âWhat?â Archie asked. He was still staring at his white hair and thinking about the Manglebornâs terrible voice flooding his thoughts. Assaulting him.
âAnd do what?â Fergus asked.
âKill Edison,â she said. âKill this monster.â
Archie tore his eyes away from his white hair. âYou canât kill the Mangleborn, or else somebody would have done it. Thatâs why
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