• Ax is safe from controllers for the moment, which is why Marco lumbers over to where Visser Three’s host is lying on the ground. «Come on,» he snaps, dragging the half-dead andalite upright. «Either morph and help us fight, or wait around like a useless lump for the yeerks to start using you again. Dying heroically doesn’t solve anything.»
- As he speaks, Rachel swipes a grizzly paw into the river. Almost casually, she flattens the small grey-green body onto the ground until it pops with a squelch.
- The andalite host starts to protest Marco’s attempts to yank him away, but by then Rachel and Ax have both come over to drag him to safety as well, and he gives in. He morphs, some kind of bird with way too many wings and a razor-sharp beak, and follows them.
• Unbeknownst to the newly freed War-Prince Alloran-Semitur-Corrass, an intense debate rages throughout the entire forty-minute flight back to Ax’s scoop. Marco doesn’t think they should trust him with anything until they have more information. Rachel cannot wait to get him on board, given how much fighting experience he must have. Cassie thinks that they should wait and see what Alloran wants, whereas Tobias insists that if Ax worked out this well then Alloran will too. Jake and Ax, as always, stay out of the debate.
- Until the moment of decision comes, that is. And then Jake, as they’re landing on the ground, says «We can’t keep it from him forever. Might as well see how he reacts right now,» and the issue is decided. As one, they begin to demorph.
- As it turns out, how he reacts is with about two and a half minutes of incredulous silence, staring at all six of them at once. Even the human Animorphs can tell that if he had a mouth, it would be hanging open.
- And then he bursts out laughing.
- Cassie flinches, because it’s still Visser Three’s laugh, but after a second she finds herself relaxing. The andalite has his face buried in one hand, shoulders shaking with that silent laughter, in a way that is distinctly unvisserish. “Yeah,” she says, spreading her arms out apologetically. “We’re human. Most of us, anyway.”
- «Human children,» he says slowly. «Who destroyed the ground-based Kandrona. Who annihilated a veleek.» He continues to stare at all of them—and then both stalk eyes focus on Ax. «This is Elfangor’s doing, isn’t it?» he asks.
- Ax shifts in place, one hoof kicking nervously against the ground. «He made a choice of desperation in his last moments of life.»
- «Of course he gave away our most precious technology to a group of humans.» The andalite prince seems almost fond, underneath the exasperation. «Of course he did.»
- «You knew Prince Elfangor?» Tobias asks.
- «Yes, and I know he wouldn’t have left you without a prince if he’d had a choice in the matter.» The andalite straightens, shaking out his tail. «But no matter. I can take on that responsibility now. My name is War-Prince Alloran-Semitur-Corrass, and I am here to help you. Dismissed, arisths. Return to this place at the seventh hour of the Earthly time system tomorrow. In the meantime, I have many questions for Aristh Aximili.»
• They all go, mostly because it doesn’t seem worth fighting him about, although Marco grumbles about it the whole way home. Jake broods on the issue for the rest of the afternoon, wondering if it would be for the best for him simply to hand over leadership. He barely even notices when Tom’s gone for almost the entire day—some emergency at the Sharing, allegedly—and he doesn’t arrive at an easy answer.
• Things don’t come to a head until a couple weeks later, when Alloran flatly refuses to listen to Cassie’s concerns about the potential for logging in the woods where the andalites and Tobias live. «It’s a pity about the trees, yes, but it is not our concern right now,» Alloran says impatiently. «We need to focus on taking out the empire’s top vissers while the power vacuum from Esplin’s death remains unfilled. This silly worry about the local land is just one more distraction—»
- “I don’t think it’s silly.” Jake speaks quietly, but his voice is firm.
- «Be that as it may.» Alloran flicks his tail dismissively. «I know the yeerks, and as the ranking officer—»
- “Let’s get something straight, bub.” Marco steps up to stand at Jake’s left shoulder, looking halfway shocked at his own daring. “I’ve only got one prince, and it’s this loser right here.” He nudges Jake with his elbow.
- «Excuse me?» Alloran’s whole body has gone stiff. Marco looks very small where he stands staring Alloran down.
- “Look,” Rachel says, “Jake hasn’t led us wrong yet. No offense, but we don’t know you. We don’t trust you. Jake’s one of us, and if you two don’t agree… We’re gonna go with Jake.” She crosses her arms, stepping forward to stand behind Marco.
- «It’s not that we think you’re wrong,» Tobias offers, more gently. «It’s just…» He flares, landing gently on Rachel’s shoulder. «Well, Jake’s got a point that Cassie’s got a point.»
- Ax doesn’t say a word. He just takes three steps, until he is standing directly behind Jake’s right shoulder.
- The silence while they wait for Alloran’s response seems to last for years. The only one who looks more surprised by all this than Alloran is Jake himself.
- «Very well,» Alloran says at last. «Prince Jake,» —and if there’s a hint of mockery to the title, they choose not to notice— «it seems you have won the unflinching loyalty of every one of your warriors. That is commendation enough for me. What is it you suggest we do?»
• They work out an arrangement of sorts, wherein Jake is their field commander but Alloran gives them a lot of advice in their down time. Marco might grumble about “school all day, then homework, then what do we do with our tiny amounts of spare time? Oh goody, more homework!” but the truth is that most of what Alloran teaches them is useful. He drills them on morphing fast, morphing smoothly, morphing without losing control, and they all improve to the point where the others can almost— almost— match Cassie in skill.
- Under his tutelage they all learn the frolis maneuver to combine sets of DNA from the same species, which means that, through mixing Alloran’s DNA with Ax’s, they can each develop a unique andalite morph. Their subsequent set of andalites might look like very closely-related siblings, but at least the morphs enable them to maintain the illusion that they are all andalite bandits.
- Tobias becomes the last one to get an andalite shape, during the frantic period of catch-up after he regains the ability to morph. He uses more of Ax’s DNA than Alloran’s, and the subsequent form ends up (whether by accident or deliberately) looking startlingly like Elfangor.
- Alloran is not a particularly patient or kind teacher, but he does get results from all of them as he snaps at them time after time that their best attempts are not good enough and won’t be until every one of them can master rodent shapes without losing control. He and Marco butt heads on a fairly regular basis, and Rachel has been known to stomp away from his biting criticism in a fit of rage, but they always learn to get along in the end. And they learn not just morphing tricks, but how to fight with tail blades and guns and knives and stolen dracon beams. They study past battles, and learn ways to do better. Alloran gives them no rest, but he also keeps them alive.
- It’s odd, Ax thinks, and Alloran would probably deny it if asked, but he seems to be more patient with Tobias. It might just be his awareness that Tobias came to the game later than any of the others, or even some degree of sympathy for all nothlits, but Alloran is far less inclined to snap at Tobias’s small mistakes. He shows almost as much concern for Tobias’s well-being as Jake or Cassie might, which is strange when Alloran himself is also “roughing it” (as Marco would say) out in the woods.
• Under Visser One’s influence, the invasion of Earth grows terrifying new tendrils. Politicians in state capitols and even the White House start scheduling mysterious appointments once every three days. The Sharing gains official nonprofit status, and opens chapters in every state in the country. Voluntary hosts get offered power and wealth and fame in the New Yeerk Order if they will just agree to give up their bodies for a few years while the revolution occurs. Alloran insists that Edriss is five times the strategist Esplin ever was, and pretty soon they all agree with him.
• Jake isn’t the only one to notice that Alloran returns to the construction site where Elfangor died, but he is the only one brave enough to ask about it. It just happens one time that Jake’s walking home and sees a very familiar young man (comprised of DNA that has bits of Mr. Tidwell and Visser Three’s human shape and the Animorphs themselves) leaning against the chain link fence to look at the abandoned earthmovers.
- Alloran hesitates for a long time after Jake voices the question, but at last he explains. “Elfangor was flying a damaged fighter, injured, in trouble… Any sensible prince would have returned to his Dome ship, or at least sought his companions’ assistance. Instead, he came—” He gestures toward the fence. “Here.”
- Jake looks over at him. “You think Elfangor was trying to do something. Other than give us the power to morph, that is.”
- “I think he was looking for something,” Alloran says. “Or someone. The only person he’d be likely to seek out on Earth would be little use in a fight, so it’d be an odd burst of sentiment indeed if she was what he sought, whereas…” Again, he pauses, looking Jake over. Whatever he sees causes him to continue. “Whereas if he was looking for an object… The last time I saw him before his death, Elfangor was headed for Earth with the with the most powerful weapon in the known universe in his possession.”
- Jake feels a chill. Automatically his body turns, eyes scanning the cracked concrete and half-constructed walls. He’s not sure he trusts Alloran with a weapon that powerful. “What’s it look like, this thing Elfangor had?”
- “Spherical. An opalescent sort of white color. Approximately forty inches in diameter.” Alloran sighs heavily enough that his shoulders lower. “The problem is, this is all speculation. For all I know, Elfangor destroyed the damn thing out of some misguided sense of idealism. For all I know he was just looking for Loren and the Time Matrix is nowhere near here. For all I know his knowledge of its location was approximate, or his calculations were off, or his ship was too badly damaged to reach its location, and it’s hundreds of miles from here.”
- “And for all you know, we’re standing within spitting distance of a weapon that could end the war tomorrow,” Jake finishes.
- They stand there for a long time, looking out at the scattered cinderblocks and jagged edges of rebar. And then they move on.
• When Alloran arrives back at the scoop he set up not far from Ax’s, Tobias is standing there. Human. Tears painting his face. Shoulders shaking, hands balled into fists.
- “You knew,” he says. “This entire time, you knew. And you never said a word.”
- Alloran finds himself looking away entirely, main eyes pointed at the ground and stalk eyes scanning behind him in a blatant ploy to avoid eye contact. «There was speculation, inside the Yeerk Empire, after Iniss 226 stumbled on your school records. That, and—» He shifts his weight onto his back hooves. «Your resemblance to your mother is… striking.»
- Tobias swipes tears away with an angry jerk of the back of his hand, almost like he’s hitting himself in the face. “And you never once thought that maybe I should know?“
- «Would you believe,» Alloran says slowly, «that I did not tell you out of a desire to protect young Aximili? We are taught never to speak ill of the dead, and Elfangor was one of the few I would have counted as friend even after I was taken by the yeerks. To speak for him to his brother, to reveal secrets that he chose to keep, after such time as he could no longer speak for himself, would have been to dishonor his memory to Aximili.»
- “Sure. When he gets back, you can ask Ax about that one for yourself.” Tobias turns away, demorphing.
- «Tobias—» Alloran waits until the boy pauses. «You would have made him proud, a thousand times over.»
- «Guess we’ll never know now, will we?» Tobias takes off at top speed and wheels away. He turns in the direction of the hork-bajir valley, just before he soars out of sight.
• Alloran thinks that they would have all made Elfangor proud, in the end. He’s a poor substitute for the commander they need, but he can guide them the best he can all the same. He’s there, in bievilerd morph and killing taxxon-controllers at top speed, when they rescue Tobias from Sub-Visser Fifty-One’s failed interrogation, and he tears Taylor’s head off her shoulders without a hint of remorse. He’s there, a nameless monster from the hork-bajir’s Father Deep, when Jake stays their hand in the face of a whirlpool filled with helpless yeerks. He’s there to witness as Edriss’s host tumbles off the face of a cliff and Marco speaks with detached calm of revenge. He’s there as Ax guides his human friends through the ritual of mourning following the destruction of the yeerk pool, and as Cassie proves to him with shocking finality that not every yeerk alive is worth destroying.
• And then, on the eve of the final battle, Jake pulls him aside for a private conversation. He speaks not as a commander to a subordinate, or even as one war-prince to another, but as a friend asking a difficult and terrible favor of a friend. That, Alloran thinks, is the truest mark of all that this boy was born to lead.
- «I am the servant of my people,» Alloran says, once Jake is done speaking. «And of my prince. I have no honor left to give, but my life is not my own, and freely given for a worthy cause.»
- Jake swallows. “Then you think… you think I’m making the right call?”
- «I am not the person to ask about questions of morality. However…» Alloran chooses his next words carefully. «My brother, Arbat, tried to kill me not long after I was taken by the yeerks,» he says. «I felt gratitude, and relief, and the wish that he would succeed. Not just for his own sake, or for the sake of our ancestors. For the sake of my Jahar, and the daughter I never knew except as a wish-flower. And for my own sake as well. It was a gesture of mercy, driven by love, and I recognized it as such.»
- “Okay, then,” Jake whispers, after swallowing a few more times. His eyes are unfocused, watching a point somewhere in middle distance. “Okay.”
• Jake tells Toby and Eva and James—all his lieutenants—what they have planned. Toby, who dislikes Alloran even more openly than all the other hork-bajir in the valley, becomes the first to respond. “Funny,” she says, “that you are willing to die protecting so many lesser creatures.”
- «I know that there is no balance, no forgiveness, no recompense, for what I have done,» Alloran tells her. «I only seek to make right what little is within my power to make right. To learn what I can, and to use what I have already learned. Which is why I ask your permission to die for this cause, when we both understand how that death will be remembered.»
- “Maybe you have learned a thing or two along the way,” Eva murmurs.
- Toby nods solemnly. “Go in peace, and may you…” She pauses to find honest words rather than kind ones. “May you be remembered for the entirety of your life, up to and including its final moments.”
- Alloran bows his head, and then drops to his knees before her. It’s only when she rests a gentle claw on the back of his neck in benediction that he rises, and morphs, and flies away.