"Niun," Duncan said, a sinking feeling in his gut "Something"s moving in. It"s not the she-pan"s alarm. It"s out there. The outwalker sees it."
"Tsi"mri trick," Niun exclaimed.
"What is it?" Boaz asked louder, and then stopped, for there were visible now two dots in the sky, eastward, for all eyes to see.
"Regul," Galey breathed, which needed no translation. "O G.o.d, they"re they"re downworld too. Duncan, the ships ... the ships . . . caught on the ground " downworld too. Duncan, the ships ... the ships . . . caught on the ground "
"Go!" Niun shouted suddenly, and pushed at Galey, toward the shuttles. Galey ran, nothing questioning; the black man spun about unhindered and ran too; and the others after, all but Boaz, for Duncan seized her arm. "Desai!" Niun shouted. "Run tell the kel"ein let them go at once run, keren!"
He gripped Boaz"s arm too hard; he realized it and pressed her hand instead, held it for comfort. He might have gone . . . he . . . he . . . but the hal"ari was between him and such ships, hands not in practice, mind divorced from such realities. He watched; it was nightmare, the slowness with which frightened humans could run in advance of oncoming ships. The two stranger ships were distinguishable now, coming fast. Desai sped to the kel"ein by the ships in advance of the humans; and the kel"ein let them through, Galey"s to the nearest and the black man and his crew to the second, the kel"ein already running back as the hatches sealed one after another. The ships were obscured for a moment in their own dust. . . but the hal"ari was between him and such ships, hands not in practice, mind divorced from such realities. He watched; it was nightmare, the slowness with which frightened humans could run in advance of oncoming ships. The two stranger ships were distinguishable now, coming fast. Desai sped to the kel"ein by the ships in advance of the humans; and the kel"ein let them through, Galey"s to the nearest and the black man and his crew to the second, the kel"ein already running back as the hatches sealed one after another. The ships were obscured for a moment in their own dust. . .
. . . lifted.
"Ail" the Kel exclaimed, sensing the import of that race for the sky; the ships streaked up, aloft "They have made it," Duncan said past the tautness in his throat. He realized the grip of Boaz"s hand on his cold fingers, saw the ships roll and evade, the oncoming craft veering aside.
One human ship headed for them in pursuit; the other kept climbing, up and up, and beyond sight.
"He"s going for help," Boaz cried. "Duncan, they"re not ours, I swear they"re not; and he"s after help. Tell them that."
"Truth?" Niun asked.
"Boaz believes it," Duncan answered. "And she could well know."
Niun spun about suddenly, gestured the keFein toward the doors of Ele"et. "Come. Quicklyl"
They moved, Boaz panting into her mask; Duncan seized her arm and belt and dragged her along; kel Merin took her other arm, and they entered the city corridors, past wide-eyed elee faces, nigh running, which mri did not do.
Dus-sense enveloped them, Boaz"s fright, Niun"s pain, his own ... it was one. They had too many enemies, and too little of time. The odds had come down on them.
Came suddenly a shriek of air and the hall beyond exploded in shards of rock and gla.s.s.
They were hit. Something had gotten through.
"Run!" Niun shouted. They plunged through wind-borne smoke and over gla.s.s and blood-soaked elee bodies, for Melein and the rest of the Kel sat trapped at the heart of it.
"She"panP Rhian exclaimed at the shock, but Melein stood firm within the circle of light, staring up at the screens, trying to stay with the flow of data which poured out from Ele"et, and the voice which reached out to them, as desperate as the voices about her.
"She"pan," it said through Ele"et"s voice, s.e.xless, magnified, human. "She"pan, are you there? Do you hear?"
"I hear," she replied.
". . . under fire. Requesting . . . the firing. . . ."
"Repeat," she said steadily, for all that the foundations of Ele"et quaked, and gla.s.s shattered. "This attack is not our doing, human sen"anth."
"Regul," the voice returned, audible for the moment. "Do you understand that? Regul warship. . . ."
"This is Harris," another cut in on the frequency. "I"ll get him. Galey"s gone for "
There was abrupt silence. "Harris?" the human voice pursued.
A light vanished from the screen. Fire shook them.
"Strike at the aircraft," Melein said. "Ele"et, strikel"
It vanished. The screen was empty.
"Regul fire," the human voice continued, appealing to her. "Orbiting ... if you have weapons . . . them. . . ." The voice went out in prolonged disruption.
She looked about her, at anxious faces, at ruin in the hall beyond, shattered pillars, broken gla.s.s and carvings. "Return fire!" she called to the machines. "All cities, return fire to any ship which fires at us."
It would destroy the cities; there was no hope; she knew it.
"Not in range," the remorseless voice of Ele"et replied. "Seeking target."
"It is your doing," Abotai wailed, from without the circle. "Pull us outl Pull us out of the network! Ele"et is worth a thousand of the other cities. Bate the power and hide us."
"It is irony," Melein said. "You are honored to become warriors in the world"s last age; and you avoided it so zealously until now."
"Ele"etl" Abotai cried, and lunged forward into the light, at her. Melein sprang aside, startled, looked up at the flash of a firearm in an elee hand . . . moved, kel-quick.
Kel Mada sprang for it; his body took the shot; and an instant later the sweep of a path"andim sword cut the elee Illatai half asunder. Abotai screamed, and Melein spun on her heel at the sting of something from back to arm, struck, with a shout of anger, and Abotai sprawled in her jeweled robes, neck broken.
Elee screamed in anguish; some fled; some struck blows with gla.s.s shards. And Hlil and Ras and Bias were instant with a fence of blades. Dusei launched themselves. What elee were within reach of those paws died worse than the others.
A section of the board went out, a city dead. And by that dead panel, the Husband and the she"pan-second died. Kalis of the ka"anomin killed them, and the several elee who had fled, armed, into that corner.
"Coming up on target," the city Ele"et droned. "Priorities; shields or fire?"
"Shields," Melein said at once. She had lolled; white-robed, she had struck in anger; she was dazed by that enormity at the touch of sen"ein, who seized up her arm and tried to stanch her wound she realized that blood was running freely off her fingers. And beyond the hedge of kel"ein were others . . . Niun was back; and Duncan; and with them a strange small woman. Melein stared at her, at success and failure at once, while the city rocked with fire which sent the sound of breaking gla.s.s everywhere at once. She flinched, as they all did, despite dignity, stood still again as a sen"en bound her arm.
"Your ship is under fire," Melein said to the human who wore sen-color. "I have spoken with your sen"anth. They accuse regul; two ships lifted from here; I permitted. But one was destroyed."
"We are holding the way open," Niun said, came to her, took her good hand. "Come. Please, let us get you out of this place, while there is time."
She hesitated, reason persuading her that he was right; and if there was Sight, he was wrong. She leaned upon it, that inward turning which she had constantly distrusted.
Intel"s kind of madness, she thought; it had launched them in the beginning, a she"pan"s vision. she thought; it had launched them in the beginning, a she"pan"s vision.
"Cornel" Niun pleaded with her. "If this can be fought, humans are fighting it For once, we cannot" Niun pleaded with her. "If this can be fought, humans are fighting it For once, we cannot"
"We can," she insisted, but reckoning the cost She turned from him, and from the sen"ein, looked up at the machine. "Ele"et Location of the enemy. Show me."
Screens leapt to Me. She saw the world, and a point above it which flashed in alarm, another point, stationary, a third, indistinct "Fire on ships which fire at Kutath."
"They have pa.s.sed this range," Ele"et said. "Coming up over Le"aliaen. LeVhaen priorities; shields or fire?"
"Fire," Melein said. The membrane hazed her eyes a moment, cleared again. She watched the steady advance of the enemy. In time another set of lights began to flicker on the boards.
There was nothing for the moment, only the dark and the stars, and change-over. Galey struggled with suit-fastenings, locked on his helmet; it was an exhausting exercise in the tight s.p.a.ce of the shuttle, trying the while to keep an eye to scan.
"Not getting anything," Shibo muttered, fussing with com with one hand and working at his helmet with the other.
There was, ominously, something on scan.
It was Santiago, Santiago, by its size; and it gave no answer to hailing. by its size; and it gave no answer to hailing.
"Where"s Sober?" Sober?" Kadarin asked. "What"s going on, that Kadarin asked. "What"s going on, that Saber"s Saber"s not up here doing something? They wouldn"t have let regul through to us." not up here doing something? They wouldn"t have let regul through to us."
"Didn"t let them, I"m thinking." Galey freed both hands, kicked in full toward the silent object in scan. Computer signal raised nothing. "No more com," he said. "Hold it. Let"s give no one anything we can help. All we have for protection is being too small to spot."
They had visual finally, stark shadow and stark metal-glare in the light of Na"i"in. It was Santiago, Santiago, hard to recognize for the black shadow was in the wrong places on its hull, and it was rolling very slowly, describing its own peculiar dance about the globe of Kutath. hard to recognize for the black shadow was in the wrong places on its hull, and it was rolling very slowly, describing its own peculiar dance about the globe of Kutath.
"Dead," Shibo whispered through the suitcom. "O G.o.d, we"re up here with nothing. Santiago, Saber. . . Santiago, Saber. . . both gone." both gone."
"Not our regul allies," Kadarin said, a thin, cold sound. "They"re here, I"m betting, somewhere around the curve. Pounding the surface into rubble. And Flower . . . Flower"s Flower . . . Flower"s all we"ve got can get us home." all we"ve got can get us home."
"What do we dor Shibo asked. "Sir?-We dive back down there?"
Galey took several quick breaths, trying to think, with nausea heaving at his stomach. "The regul have to be close in," he said. "If Shirug"s Shirug"s firing on the surface, they have to be close in as they can get; and they don"t like to do that." The silver and black hulk of firing on the surface, they have to be close in as they can get; and they don"t like to do that." The silver and black hulk of Santiago Santiago filled all their view now; he put the shuttle under comp, to match with its roll. From the others there was not a word, only careful breathing hissing over the suitcoms. It was an ugly operation, matching the tumbling hulk; comp did most of it. He jerked control back again at the last, contacted the flat plane aft with a jolt and grappled, trying not to look out the ports or at the screens which tumbled and spun with them. filled all their view now; he put the shuttle under comp, to match with its roll. From the others there was not a word, only careful breathing hissing over the suitcoms. It was an ugly operation, matching the tumbling hulk; comp did most of it. He jerked control back again at the last, contacted the flat plane aft with a jolt and grappled, trying not to look out the ports or at the screens which tumbled and spun with them.
"We"re going in?" Kadarin asked. "Its armscomp can"t have lasted."
"Easy," Galey muttered, his mind too muddled for argument He applied power carefully, biting blood from his lips as the shuttle strained to control the derelict, sliding and grating metal on metal. It began to have its effect, a gradual stability, easing over to come level in the concealment of shadowside.
"We got us a ship," Shibo muttered. "And what, sir?"
"Hang to it," Galey said. He heaved himself out of the cushion and slung hand over hand aft, toward the hatch. "I"m going in to see if the E-system"s active. If I can move her, we"ll see."
"What are we we supposed to do?" supposed to do?"
"Aim her; keep her straight at them."
Shibo"s voice and Kadarin"s exclaimed protest; he did not stop, did not argue orders; it was not a thing that bore thinking, what there was left for them to do.
Shirug was due over that horizon sooner or later, downworld from them. was due over that horizon sooner or later, downworld from them.
He was acrophobic, always had been, mildly. He seized a handjet from the locker, vented himself out the lock, looking steadily at Santiago"s Santiago"s surface and not the stars, nor Kutath. There was no need to use the lock for entry; the gaping hull afforded access. The big ships were never meant to land, fragile compared to the tough downworld probes and the shuttle-workhorses; she had blown badly. The blackness inside was absolute, and his light showed barren ruin ... no bodies, no gee, no power, no atmosphere, dead metal. He used the handjet in total dark, walls and bulkheads and hazards careening insanely past in the momentary contact of his suit lamp . . . fended a jagged edge of metal with his boot, bounced a wall in his haste, hurled himself through a hatchway and against another hatch. He used manual, and it opened, without the blast of atmosphere he had braced for. There was void, gaping ruin here too; the bridge had blown. Comp was down; the cold had got it One light still showed, a red eye in the dark, on a panel at the right. surface and not the stars, nor Kutath. There was no need to use the lock for entry; the gaping hull afforded access. The big ships were never meant to land, fragile compared to the tough downworld probes and the shuttle-workhorses; she had blown badly. The blackness inside was absolute, and his light showed barren ruin ... no bodies, no gee, no power, no atmosphere, dead metal. He used the handjet in total dark, walls and bulkheads and hazards careening insanely past in the momentary contact of his suit lamp . . . fended a jagged edge of metal with his boot, bounced a wall in his haste, hurled himself through a hatchway and against another hatch. He used manual, and it opened, without the blast of atmosphere he had braced for. There was void, gaping ruin here too; the bridge had blown. Comp was down; the cold had got it One light still showed, a red eye in the dark, on a panel at the right.
"Got some life," he sent back into the static. "E-light"s lit Think I can get her moving. You ungrapple when I do. Get yourselves downworld."
There was faint acknowledgment. He eased over to the panel His stomach kept trying to heave and he swallowed repeatedly, sweating in the suit and cold at the same time. He found the whole progress of it like a bad dream; kept thinking traitor thoughts of taking them all and diving downworld to live; they did not know, in fact, whether Flower Flower herself survived, whether the whole exercise had any use at all for anyone, any use. herself survived, whether the whole exercise had any use at all for anyone, any use.
Only he was Santiago"s Santiago"s sometime pilot; she was his ship, and there was no one else. sometime pilot; she was his ship, and there was no one else.
Think job by job, he urged himself, held the handgrip. With a punch at the glowing b.u.t.ton, other lights flickered in, an emergency-powered trickle of life in the vital systems. he urged himself, held the handgrip. With a punch at the glowing b.u.t.ton, other lights flickered in, an emergency-powered trickle of life in the vital systems.
Waiting; that was the hardest. He held still, staring at the panel and trying not to think at all.
"You need help?" a thin voice came, lifeline to reality. "Sir?"
"Stay put, you copy? You see if you can"t line us up real carefully when they show; I don"t know what I have for directionals; you"re my guidance. And don"t you miss. Or hang on too long. 111 do what I can for myself."
There was prolonged silence.
"Shibo, you copy?"
"I copy clear, sir. We"ll do it"
And a moment later; "We got a ship in scan, sir. Think it"s Shirug." Shirug."
A small anomaly fixed to the flat surface of a dead ship, a hulk which had been gently rolling; he hoped the regul were paying more attention, for a few moments, to Kutath. He imagined the angles for himself, the curvature of the world, the likely course of the regul over the major sites. Hoped . . . hoped, that it was not for nothing.
That was the hardest thing; that he would never know.
He looked out, holding the handgrip, letting his body drift until he could see the stars beyond the rent . . . the vast deep. He suffered the old inside-out wrench, the down-up-sideways of the senses trying to remember which way was which. It was a trick of the mind, human stubbornness. He knew with a curiously certain sense which way Kutath lay; goblin whispers urged at him, stirring at his neck.
Down . . . as far as a man could fall.
There was a shifting of the stars which attended movement, a fine adjustment.
"Now," Kadarin"s voice hissed. "G.o.d help us."
He pushed the main thrust in, and Santiago Santiago started to move in earnest, with the emergency systems full. It was meant for pulling a crippled ship out of proximity to some ma.s.s; it was good for one long run. started to move in earnest, with the emergency systems full. It was meant for pulling a crippled ship out of proximity to some ma.s.s; it was good for one long run.
"Closing," Kadarin"s voice said. "Straight as she bears, sir."
"Cast off!" he shouted into com, sick at heart "Cast off!"
Fire flung the bridge into blinding white. He reckoned he had done what he could, scrambled hand over hand for the gaping hole forward, one desperate chance.
A black wall blotted out the stars before him. It was Shirug. Shirug.
Fire hit again, flung him him back, drifting, with cold spreading through his legs. back, drifting, with cold spreading through his legs.
"Evade!" Suth screamed into the unit, felt the wrench as Shirug Shirug made an abrupt maneuver. made an abrupt maneuver.
"Fire does not stop them," the youngling voice of command wailed, breaking in panic. "They do not react "
There was impact. It grated, rang through the whole of the vast teardrop; the sled-console went chaotic.
"Eldest!" Nagn cried; and Tiag and Morkhug tried to break through on their channels, drowned in static.
"Leave orbit!" Suth ordered. "Witless, leave orbit!"
There was no response. There was a lightness, a feeling that the least movement would unbalance things, his own great bulk, the sled itself, for all it was locked down.
"Command!" he ordered. Across the room the young Ragh, ghastly in its pallor, attempted to reach him, holding to furnishings which were fixed in place.