About The Scarlett Kite
Hi! I'm Scarlett Kiteway, I'm 20 years old, a journalism student in Perplex City and this is my blog all about the excitement over the search for the Cube. I'll be keeping track of what the media over there is saying about it, and maybe a little bit about my life as well!
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Friday, March 24, 2006
A favour for you
Category: story, 07:16 PM
I'm sorry to have been trickling this story through to you over several weeks - as you know, I have extremely limited key access here, mostly only a few minutes a day. I suppose it's been helpful in one way, though. Some of you have emailed me to tell me that you think you know what Claire's crime was, that she was working with this "V" to steal the Cube. The truth is, I've suspected this myself. She hasn't said anything, and I don't want to push her, but I can't think of another crime that's been committed in the city in the past four or five years that would mean she felt she couldn't go to the authorities, even if her life was in danger. A couple of things she's dropped into conversation have also led me to that suspicion.
But I can't ask her directly. Over the past few weeks I've come to understand how precarious my position is here; I came out here hoping to reunite a son with his mother, and I've done that, and I'm proud. But now I want to go home and I think if Claire felt I threatened her, and Allain in any way she wouldn't let me do that. I don't think she's violent, not that. But it'd be easy enough to cripple our car, or my key. And it's not like there's a bus home.
So, I'm planning to be here for another few days. If you can think of one or two questions I could ask without arousing suspicion, I'll be glad to ask it. But remember that my key access is very limited - if you send dozens of emails I won't be able to get them all in time. It seems like many of you talk to each other, so if you could perhaps discuss it and then send me one email before next Friday, that would be best.
In any case, I should finish up telling Claire's story. There's not much further to go and much of it has come out in conversation over the past few weeks, while we've all been living and working together here in Anjsbourg. Claire and Allain have discussed whether he could go home too, when I do, but Claire says that would be too dangerous.
"I'm afraid," she said, one evening at the end of a long dig, "that V would find you. He'd try to use you to get to me. He might... he has no scruples. I'm sorry." She looked over at Allain, who was stretched out on his cot in the tent. "Maybe we could make you a new identity? Maybe Scarlett could help with that?"
Allain sat up, looked at me, grinned, and shook his head.
"Not yet," he said, "I'm tired of running for now. Besides, we've got work to do here, right?"
And it's true, they do have work to do here. Claire knows she can't stop what's happening at Viendenbourg by herself. But there's an old family legend - that the full story of what happened during the war has never been told - that something was lost, something very valuable, something precious. That part of the secret lies buried under the ruins of Anjsbourg. It might take years but she is going to stay here to try to find it and, for now, Allain is staying too.