“Of course, My Queen,” the puzzled guards said, and left the room.
The Queen began itching her chin. “What will I do with Alice when she comes back?” She jumped off the chair and talked to her dogs, whose ears stood erect. “I’m sure she will help us win the war. But if there is still that nagging part in her longing for redemption, what should I do with her? I need to protect myself.”
She paced more and more. Swallowed a few nuts. Choked on one. Spat it out, and a dog caught it. “Damn you, Pillar.” The Queen halted in the middle of her chamber. “That’s why you got into the asylum, you devious butterfly. You knew it was her. You wanted to convert her against us.” She walked to her balcony for a fresher breath of air. “I think I’ll have to find a way to keep the Real Alice away after I use her to win the war.”
And then the Queen had an idea. “What about a compound? The Wonderland Compound. Where all those who help me win the war will enjoy immunity against the madness in the world.” She clicked her fingers and jumped atop the balcony’s rail. “I’m a genius. Alice, like any other girl, will want to get married and have kids. I’ll get a boy to seduce her, impregnate her, and then she will be knee-deep in her personal troubles. I’ll offer her a lavish life in the compound. A life she will never refuse. What a plan!”
Chapter 57
THE PRESENT: TOM QUAD
Fabiola arrived on time, shivering underneath a black umbrella. The rain was still pouring. The Pillar stood up. He felt for her. The tension in her eyes told him she knew. There was no going back now.
“Does it make a difference if I tell you I hate you again?” she said.
“Hating someone never makes a difference,” the Pillar said. “Loving someone does.”
“Shut up, or I’ll stab you with my Vorpal sword.”
“I know you’re capable of that, and even worse,” the Pillar said. “I just don’t know why you haven’t stabbed me yet.”
“Why, Carter?” she pleaded. “Why did you wake her up? She had chosen to stay mad and save the world from her wrath.”
“Everyone deserves a second chance.”
“Don’t feed me your lies, not after all that you have done in the past.”
“Everyone deserves a second chance,” the Pillar said again. His tone the same. He wanted to pass a message. Sometimes you had to tell people twice to get them out of their heads.
“She is beyond redemption.”
“Says the White Queen who killed millions and resorted to becoming a nun?”
“I killed in the name of glory.” She gritted her teeth. “I killed to save children from Wonderland Monsters. I killed for the Inklings, not Black Chess. For a good cause.”
“So says the religious bomber who explodes a school bus full of kids every day. We can justify all we want. The truth will remain blurry, and we can only trust our hearts.”
“So that’s it? You believed in your heart when you woke the dark Alice up, made a paper-thin hero out of her.”
“Yes, Fabiola. All you have to do is look at her. Just look without prejudice. She can do it.”
“Do what?” Fabiola asked. “Don’t you remember what she did after the Circus?”
“Funny how were remember what she did, but don’t remember her.”
“Stop messing with my mind. She went bonkers. The darkest Wonderland Monster of all.”
“You’re talking about the circus, which you helped her to find in the vision when she was in the Garden of Cosmic Speculation.”
“I did it to prove she wasn’t the Real Alice.”
“Liar,” the Pillar said. “You did it to prove she was the Real Alice, so you could kill her. Or you did it because you believed in this delusional girl who had magically saved so many lives in so few weeks.”
Fabiola shrugged, drops of rain splashing on her nose. “And you fooled us all. You fed us all these lies about her being a hero.”
“I fed you the truth, one lie after the other. Sometimes good comes out of evil. It is about to get dark in a few hours.” He nodded at the skyline. “It doesn’t mean the sun won’t shine tomorrow.”
“You’re twisting the words to your liking, like you always have, Carter. Do you have any idea how much damage you caused to her by waking her up?”
“Damage to her, or to you?”
“Stop twisting my words, I said. What was the point, Carter? What was the point of proving she was the Real Alice?”
“To show you she can do good,” the Pillar said. “To show she can save the world from the Cheshire, the Muffin Man, the Executioner, Carolus, and even me.”
“She did it thinking she was someone else. Someone you made her think she is.”
“So the things we do knowing who we really are count, and the things we do pretending we’re a better someone else don’t?”
“Oh, spare me the philosophy.”
“Or spare you the truth?”