Akiko in the Castle of Alia Rellapor (2001)
“She was awake but still lying flat on her back on the big block of marble. There was something different about her voice. It was softer and a little weak, but also more natural and relaxed-sounding.
We all remained silent. I don’t think any of us knew quite what to say to her.
“Mr. Beeba!” Alia said, straining to turn her head toward him. “Is that you?”
“Yes, that’s right,” Mr. Beeba said with a confused look on his face. “Are you quite all right, Alia? You look gravely ill.”
“I feel . . . I feel weak,” she answered.
“Don’t worry, Alia,” I said to her. “You’ve just woken up from some sort of trance.”
Spuckler and Mr. Beeba stared at me with blank expressions, clearly not understanding a word I’d said.
“Wh-who are you?” Alia asked, rising on her elbows to get a better look at me. “Where did you come from?”
“My name is Akiko,” I answered, seeing from the look on her face that she had no memory of our earlier meeting. “I come from . . . well, it’s a long story.
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