said. âIt comes from those.â He pointed to the distant skyline. Towering smokestacks puffed white clouds. âTheyâre not spouting as much as usual because of the holiday, but you watch: tomorrow the workers for the morning shift will file inâthe whole town almostâand the powdered sugar will be snowing down day and night.â
In the white clouds, Oyster read a blue sign: ORWISE SUSPAR AND SONS REFINERY.
âDark Mouth runs it. He is one of Orwise Susparâs sonsâthe only Suspar remaining,â Hopps whispered; and he glanced over his shoulder in the opposite direction, where a valley of dark woods stood before the Pinch-Eye Mountains. On the very top, Oyster couldsee a huge torch, a fire burning, smoke furling into the sky. âThatâs where he lives. As long as the Torch is lit, heâs alive and rules over us.â
âAs long as heâs aliveâ¦,â Ringet repeated.
âNot now,â Hopps said. âGoggles.â He peered around. âThis way.â He started off toward the valley, and the others followed along. Hopps muttered under his breath, âSpies! Traitors! Those Goggles used to be on our side during the Foul Revolution, but now theyâve gone over to Dark Mouth.â
âTheyâll be in the alleys today,â Ringet said. âHappy Fig Days, theyâre afraid of us rising up! And we could rise up, you know! We could!â
âStop it, Ringet. Youâd never have the courage to rise up!â
âNot true! I would if everyone else would!â
âThatâs just the problem,â Hopps said.
The Perths all seemed to be in a rush. They were yelling to one another to hurry and dodging into their small row houses.
âWhere are they all going in such a hurry?â Oyster asked.
âItâs nearly six. Time for the Vince Vance Show ,â said Ringet. âPerths canât get enough of the âHome Sweet Homeâ campaign.â
âBrainwashing!â said Hopps. âItâs all Brainwashing!Television belongs to Dark Mouth. Donât let anyone tell you different!â
âI think Vince Vance is very funny,â Ringet said gingerly. âAnd âHome Sweet Homeâ programming is nice.â
âNice isnât what we need,â Hopps said.
Oyster saw a small troop of Goggles who seemed to be staring at him from under boarded-up marquees. He looked away as fast as he could, afraid one might lock eyes on him and freeze him like in The Figgy Shop. He saw more of them peering out of windows from an office building, another group squatting by a gutter grate. âHopps,â he whispered.
Hopps didnât stop. His wheels kept bumping along the brick path. âWhat is it?â
âGoggles. Theyâre everywhere.â
Ringet swept his head around. âHeâs right. There are too many of them. Theyâre waiting for someone. Theyâre going to pounce!â
âIppyâd know how to handle them,â Ringet said.
âWhoâs Ippy?â Oyster asked.
âShe is the daughter of your parentsâ best friends. Your parentsâthe high leadersâwere best friends with two Perths, Fertista and Pillian. You and Ippy were both born during the Foul Revolution. Your parents lived and hers didnât. She lives mostly underground,â Ringet explained. âYou know about her?â
Oyster shook his head. âNo.â
âOf course not!â Ringet told himself. âHow could he know about Ippy?â
âSheâs my age?â Oyster asked.
Ringet nodded.
Oyster wondered if Ippy would be his first real friend, someone his own age, someone he could tell secrets to, confide in. Just then a Goggle lifted his head in the air, nostrils tensing in the breeze.
âItâs us!â Oyster whispered, nodding toward the Goggles. âThey know you have the Slippery Map.â
âThey donât know,â Hopps told
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