When he had the chance, he grabbed hold of Jarret"s injured hand once again, and twisted it as hard as possible.
Jarret"s teeth clenched in agony, then Corso felt something slice through the flesh over his ribcage. He twisted away, but did not dare spare a glance down in case Jarret took advantage of his distraction.
At least two minutes had pa.s.sed, and the fight became more desperate, Jarret feinting towards Corso, then kicking out hard once he was close enough. Corso neatly avoided the kick and threw himself forward, trying for a chance at Jarret"s jugular. Instead Jarret managed a successful slash at Corso"s back, scoring a deep flesh wound.
They hit the ground together, Corso on top. Jarret lost his grip on his knife once again and it spun out of reach. Corso tried to get in close with his own blade, but Jarret fought furiously, pressing the heel of one hand against Corso"s face while maintaining a grip on his knife-hand with the other.
A deep thrumming began to fill Corso"s ears at the same moment he realized most of the blood staining the ground immediately around them was his own. He had to finish it right now, or he was going to die.
He let go of his knife and used his feet to propel himself in an arc over the top of Jarret"s head that landed him on his back, head to head with his opponent on the frozen soil. Then he quickly reached up and wrapped both arms around Jarret"s neck before the other had a chance to twist out of the way. Corso sat up quickly, digging the heels of his boots into the hard soil and pulling Jarret after him, twisting his neck backwards.
Jarret struggled and let out a gargling scream, then there was a terrible, sickening crunch as his neck snapped. He twitched spasmodically for a few moments and then fell still. Corso released him and struggled back to his feet, before retrieving one of the knives and stabbing it into the ground to signal the end of the challenge.
Kenley and some of Corso"s staff darted forward, grabbing hold of him before he crumpled to his knees. His entire body now felt like it was on fire. As if from a great distance, he heard McDade call out the duration of the fight: three minutes and twelve seconds, Corso"s longest-lasting challenge yet.
The air was filled with shouting and booing from Jarret"s angry supporters as well as from those who had bet on the wrong man.
"Close," Corso mumbled, half aware of Kenley"s face near to his own. "Too close."
"You"ll be fine. The doctor"s ready to st.i.tch you up now."
As they carried him out of the combat ring, he looked around again to see if he could spot Dakota but she had vanished, if she had ever been there at all.
Corso was gently heaved on to a stretcher, and realized Breisch was holding one end of it. He was then lifted into the back of an aid-copter originally used for ferrying injured soldiers out of the battlefield.
"Put him down now. The rest of you, outside," he heard Breisch order. "Everyone but the doctors."
Someone pushed a needle into his arm and Corso tasted peppermint on his tongue. Two faces hovered within view, as he saw scissors cutting away his shirt, revealing a wound in his side which was much deeper than he had realized.
For a little while, everything seemed to get increasingly far away.
"Second wound"s on his other side," he heard a doctor say. "We"ll have to turn him. Ready . . . now. now."
Everything got dark.
Chapter Thirteen.
When Corso next opened his eyes, he found himself in a private room inside a hospital. The curtains were open, and the only light in the room came from the twinkling skyline of Unity beyond. The Senate building was visible towards the centre of town, a dome wreathed in artfully tangled girders and lit from beneath by floodlights.
An ambient video loop of a sh.o.r.eline under a vault of grey clouds cycled across an expanse of wall next to the door. He mumbled a series of commands until he found one that caused the loop to switch off, then let his head fall back against the pillow, enjoying the sudden silence.
"You"re back, I see."
Corso lurched up in surprise. Breisch had been sitting the whole time in a chair to one side of the bed, nearly invisible in the shadows.
"How long?" Corso managed to ask, before letting his head sink back. His throat and mouth felt raw and ragged.
Breisch lifted himself out of the chair and stepped over to stand beside the bed. "You"ve been out cold for two days. The med boys patched you up good, though. That was a h.e.l.l of a fight."
"I thought I was a dead man."
"You very nearly were. You kept your head, though, when Jarret didn"t. He thought he had you figured out."
It was coming back now, yet it all felt like it had happened a million years ago. "I remember now. Listen, I"m sorry I-"
"It"s all right," Breisch cut him off. "I think we"d gone about as far as we could with your training anyway. I just wanted to be here when you woke up. There"s somebody else here who"s been waiting to see you since they choppered you in."
Corso watched as Breisch stepped towards the door, pulling it open.
"Wait. . " began Corso.
"Good luck, son," said Breisch. "I"ve enjoyed working with you." He stepped through and was gone.
Corso stared at the closed door, then tried to lever himself into an upright position. The right side of his chest still felt like it was on fire, so he moved with extreme care. Something shifted against his ribcage under the bed sheet, but before he had a chance to investigate, the door opened again and Dakota walked in.
"I don"t think they"ll like it if you move around too much," she declared, looking him up and down.
Corso froze where he was, then slid back down with infinite care. "Until I saw you back there, I was sure you were dead," he grunted.
Dakota headed past his bed and perched on the edge of the windowsill. The lights of the city now illuminated her from behind, colouring her skin a pale bronze.
"In a funny kind of way, I was," she replied. "And I can"t make up my mind whether I still am."
He tugged the bed sheet down with his left hand and saw, to his horror, that something not unlike an enormous caterpillar with semi-translucent flesh lay across the gash in his chest. He could see blood his his blood pulsing through its body, while its dozen legs impaled his severed flesh, holding it in place. blood pulsing through its body, while its dozen legs impaled his severed flesh, holding it in place.
"The wonders of modern biotechnology," Dakota said. "But don"t worry. One of the doctors said it"d die and fall off in a couple of days once you"ve healed up."
Corso let the sheet fall back into place, thoroughly disturbed by the sight.
"You simply disappeared," he said. "We got your final warning about the swarm heading our way . . . then nothing. What the h.e.l.l happened to you, Dakota?"
"The swarm turned on me the instant I let my guard down."
She shrugged. "I thought I was studying it, while the whole time it was siphoning off the same data you sent to me. When it attacked, I was trapped. I had to use the last of my ship"s energy reserves to send that final communication."
"But you got away. You escaped, and now you"re here."
"It"s not as simple as that."
Corso groaned and tried to sit up again. His head was pounding. "I need to get up."
She hopped down from the windowsill and stepped over to the bed, gently pushing him back down. "There"s nothing needs taking care of so badly that you have to go anywhere right this instant."
"Tell me exactly what happened. What did you mean, It"s not as simple as that? It"s not as simple as that?
She forced a faltering smile. "You"ll recall how the swarm had gathered close by a red giant. Well, it blew turned nova. At first I thought it was just the natural end of the star"s life, but I can"t help wondering if the swarm helped it along."
"But you jumped to safety before the star turned nova?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Then . . . I don"t understand."
"The next thing I knew, I was most of my way back home. The ship had reduced me to information just before it was destroyed, and used the very last of its power reserves to transmit all of that to another Magi ship, located not much more than a few days out from here." She gave him a ghost of a smile. "They"d rebuilt me, except it seems something was lost during the transmission."
Corso stared at her in mute shock, as she continued. "I can feel feel there"s a lot missing. Sometimes I try to remember something, and there"s only a little fragment, a picture or a face or something I can"t even make out properly, and that"s all." Her expression became hopeless. "It"s like there"s now this yawning hole where a lot of my life used to be." there"s a lot missing. Sometimes I try to remember something, and there"s only a little fragment, a picture or a face or something I can"t even make out properly, and that"s all." Her expression became hopeless. "It"s like there"s now this yawning hole where a lot of my life used to be."
Corso struggled to find an adequate response. "But you"re here, you"re alive, aren"t you? At least-"
"No," she cut him off abruptly. "I remember dying, dying, Lucas. I"m not sure how I"m supposed to feel about that." Lucas. I"m not sure how I"m supposed to feel about that."
"Dakota, if one of those Magi ships did what you say it did, then that"s . . . that"s incredible. incredible. That makes you just about one of the luckiest people alive." That makes you just about one of the luckiest people alive."
She shook her head. "But I"m not me. me. The The real me real me died." died."
"You know, some people would say that"s just semantics."
She looked at him sharply. "So if someone made an exact copy of you and it tried to murder you, that would be okay because it"s got all your thoughts and emotions and memories, even your sense of self-ident.i.ty? Would you the real real you, that is be any less dead?" you, that is be any less dead?"
Corso opened his mouth, then hesitated. "No," he said, a little reluctantly. "No, I guess I wouldn"t be. But if I knew I was going to die, I think I"d feel a lot better knowing I"d still be carrying on in some way."
Dakota"s voice took on a harder edge. "But you"d still be dead, either way. And the copy would still only be a copy . . . I"ve been thinking about this a lot."
I can tell, thought Corso, but kept silent. thought Corso, but kept silent.
"There"s a part of me," Dakota continued, "that thought it meant I was free of my former responsibilities. That I could just fly away and not give a d.a.m.n about the Long War or the Emissaries or anything like that. This This version of me wasn"t in Nova Arctis or Night"s End, no matter what my memories may say. So I don"t version of me wasn"t in Nova Arctis or Night"s End, no matter what my memories may say. So I don"t have have to care about any of this." to care about any of this."
"All right," he replied. "So why even bother coming here?"
"I wasn"t given a choice."
He took a moment to process this statement. "I don"t understand."
"The Magi ships are all hardwired to stop the Maker. Even if I wanted to disappear, the one that brought me back from the dead would never let me."
"But you"re its navigator, of course you can-"
"No, I can"t," she interrupted. "Not any more."
"Why?"
She sighed. "Let"s just say there"s been a fundamental change in my relationship with the Magi ships, since I was brought back. I"d tell you more, but this really isn"t the right time."
"Why not?"
She had slipped her jacket off as he spoke, revealing bare shoulders poking above an armless vest. "Because I don"t want to think about that right now," she answered.
Corso fell silent, watching as she pulled the vest up over her head before dropping it to the floor. His mouth become instantly dry as he studied her smooth belly and small firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
"I ought to warn you I"m not in the best of shape right now," he said.
"Just tell me if it hurts," she answered, quickly unzipping her boots and throwing them to one side. Her trousers and underwear followed a moment later.
Corso stared at her in the dark, feeling his body respond instinctively despite his injuries and the medication, and he was suddenly reluctant to recall just how long it was since he"d last been with a woman. There"d been no time for anything but work over the past few years.
She pulled the blanket to one side and slid on top of him, straddling his hips. Without thinking, Corso slid his hands up the taut surface of her belly. She quickly manoeuvred him inside her, and then reached down with both hands to grip his sides, taking care to avoid touching him where the caterpillar-like creature knitted his flesh together. Before long she was rocking her hips back and forth in a steady rolling motion that shot spikes of pleasure up his spine.
He started to thrust, raising his hips from the mattress, but she shook her head. "No. Stay still."
He watched her for the next several minutes, with no small pleasure, as her breath started to emerge in short sharp gasps, her head tipping back as she came closer and closer to climax. He reached up, sliding his hands further up and gently cupping her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s again. Her flesh felt so supple and smooth, and entirely human, that he found it impossible to believe her story. She still felt completely real.
The look of intense concentration on her face made him remember other times, first on board Hyperion Hyperion and later in a Bandati tower on a distant world long since wiped out. He wondered again about her story: if she really had been recreated somehow, reborn from the flesh of one of those alien starships . . . and later in a Bandati tower on a distant world long since wiped out. He wondered again about her story: if she really had been recreated somehow, reborn from the flesh of one of those alien starships . . .
That killed it for him.
He felt his ardour rapidly drain away, but a few seconds later Dakota gripped him painfully hard, before letting her forehead drop against his chest.
After a minute she looked up and gave him a questioning look.
"I think it"s the meds," he muttered, embarra.s.sed.
She gave him a look of careful appraisal, as if she wasn"t sure whether to believe him or not, then wordlessly lifted herself up and off him, before dropping down beside him, and pressing up close. The heat of her skin felt like a furnace against his own.
"If you had that performance planned, I hope you warned the staff to give us some privacy," he muttered.
"I don"t think we"re likely to be disturbed." She reached up to stroke a finger along his jaw line. "That man Breisch, who is he?"
"He taught me how to fight."
She raised herself on one elbow and gazed down at him. "What happened to you, Lucas? I saw the whole thing, and you killed that guy in cold blood. It was . . . brutal. I thought you stood against that kind of thing."
Corso shrugged. "Seems it"s the only way to get anyone here to listen to me. A lot of people want me dead, and the rest won"t take me seriously unless I play them at their own game."
"But that doesn"t mean you had to-"
"It does," he retorted. "Things got a lot harder once you were gone, Dakota. The Fleet"s lost most of its power, we"re a spent force and the Freehold isn"t the only one desperate to undermine us at every opportunity."
"But you had it in your power to place sanctions against uncooperative worlds."
"Yes, but not the moral authority, and their governments knew it. The only people who were getting hurt by the sanctions were refugees dumped on worlds without the resources to deal with them. Too many people were dying, Dakota. We had to give in, especially once some of the navigators broke ranks."
She bristled. "But we were only taking on navigators if we were sure we could trust them."