"Come on, Sis, tell me about yourself," Jon said. "What"s been happening in the real world. I"ve been away from it a long time. Here in Telphar I don"t feel much closer. Right now I"m walking around in my birthday suit. On our way here we got into a shadowy situation and I had to abandon my clothes for fear of getting caught. I"ll explain that later, too. But what about you?"
"Oh, there"s nothing to tell. But to you I guess there is. I graduated, with honors. I"ve grown up. I"m engaged to Tomar. Did you know that? Dad approves, and we"re to be married as soon as the war"s over. I"m working on a great project, to find the inverse sub-trigonometric functions.
Those are about the most important things in my life right now. I"m suppose to be working on the war effort, but except for this afternoon, I haven"t done much."
"Fine," Jon said. "That"s about the right proportions."
"Now what about you? And the clothes?" She grinned into the visaphone, and he grinned back.
"Well--no, you wouldn"t believe it. At least not if I told it that way.
Arkor, the friend who"s with me, is one of the forest people. He left the forest to spend some time in Toron, which is where I met him.
Apparently he managed to acc.u.mulate an amazing store of information, about all sorts of things--electronics, languages, even music. You"d think he could read minds. Anyway, here we are, through the forest, across the prison mines, and in Telphar."
"Jon, what were the mines like? It always made me wonder how Dad could use tetron when he knew that you were being whipped to get it."
"You and I"ll get drunk some evening and I"ll tell you what it was like," Jon said. "But not until. When you"re trying to convince Dad, bring that up about me and the mines."
"Don"t worry," she said. "I will."
"Anyway," Jon went on, "we had to get through the forest without being seen and with all those leaves it was pretty dark. Arkor could get through because he was a forest man and n.o.body would stop him. But because they"d have seen me, I had to go most of the way naked as a jaybird."
Clea frowned. "I don"t understand. Are you sure you"re all right?"
Jon laughed. "Of course I"m all right. I can"t really explain to you just yet. I"m just so happy to see you again, to be able to talk to you. Sis, I"ve wanted to be free for so long, to see you and Dad again, and--there"s nothing wrong with me except the sniffles."
It welled up in her like a wave and the tears flooded her lower lids, and then one overflowed and ran down the left side of her nose. "You see what you"re doing," she said. And they laughed once more. "To see you again, Jon is so ... _fine_."
"I love you, Sis," Jon said. "Thanks, and so long for a little while."
"I"ll get your message out. So long." The phone blinked dark and she sat there wondering if perhaps the tension wasn"t too much. But it wasn"t, and she had messages to deliver.
CHAPTER X
During the next couple of hours, two people died, miles apart.
"Don"t be silly," Rara was saying in the inn at the Devil"s Pot. "I"m a perfectly good nurse. Do you want to see my license?"
The white-haired old man sat very straight in his chair by the window.
Blue seeped like liquid across the gla.s.s. "Why did I do it?" he said.
"It was wrong. I--I love my country."
Rara pulled the blanket from the back of the chair and tucked it around the stiff, trembling shoulders. "What are you talking about?" she said, but the birthmark over her face showed deep purple with worry.
He shook the blanket off and flung his hand across the table where the news directive lay.
CROWN PRINCE KIDNAPED!
KING DECLARES WAR!
The trembling in Geryn"s shoulders became violent shaking.
"Sit back," said Rara.
Geryn stood up.
"Sit down," Rara repeated. "Sit down. You"re not well. Now sit down!"
Geryn lowered himself stiffly to the chair. He turned to Rara. "Did I start a war? I tried to stop it. That was all I wanted. Would it have happened if ..."
"Sit back," Rara said. "If you"re going to talk to somebody, talk to me.
I can answer you. Geryn, you didn"t start the war."
Geryn suddenly rose once more, staggered forward, slammed his hands on the table and began to cough.
"For pity"s sake," Rara cried, trying to move the old man back into his chair, "will you sit down and relax! You"re not well! You"re not well at all!" From above the house came the faint beat of helicopter blades.
Geryn went back to his chair. Suddenly he leaned his head back, his sharp Adam"s apple shooting high in his neck and quivering. Rara jumped forward and tried to bring his head up. "Dear heavens," she breathed.
"Stop that. Now stop it, or you"ll hurt yourself."
Geryn"s head came up straight again. "A war," he said. "They made me start the--"
"No one made you do anything," Rara said. "And you didn"t start the war."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "No. You can"t be sure. No one can.
n.o.body...."
"Will you please try to relax," Rara repeated, tucking at the blanket.
Geryn relaxed. It went all through his body, starting at his hands. The stiff shoulders dropped a little, his head fell forward, the wall of muscle quivering across his stomach loosened, the back bent; and that frail fist of strength that had jarred life through his tautened body for seventy years, shaking inside his chest, it too relaxed. Then it stopped. Geryn crumpled onto the floor.
The shifting body pulled Rara down with him. Unaware that he was dead, she was trying to get him back into the chair, when the helicopter blades got very loud.
She looked up to see the window darken with a metal shadow. "Good lord,"
she breathed. Then the gla.s.s shattered.
She screamed, careened around the table, and fled through the door, slamming it behind her.
Over the flexible metal ramp that hooked onto the window sill two men entered the room. Fire-blades poised, they walked to the crumpled body, lifted it between them, and carried it back to the window. Their arm bands showed the royal insignia of the palace guards.
Tel was running down the street because someone was following him. He ducked into a side alley and skittered down a flight of stone steps.
Somewhere overhead he heard a helicopter.
His heart was pounding like explosions in his chest, like the sea, like his ocean. Once he had looked through a six-inch crevice between gla.s.sy water and the top of a normally submerged cave and seen wet, orange starfish dripping from the ceiling and their reflections quivering with his own breath. Now he was trapped in the cave of the city, the tide of fear rising to lock him in. Footsteps pa.s.sed above him.