"I didn"t come when Priscilla said to."
The port master made a mental note to explore drugs other than Pimmadrene for use in interrogation.
"Gordy, I want you to tell me exactly what happened from the time you didn"t go with Priscilla in Nietzsche Street to the time the arresting officer came."
"Priscilla said the shuttle was leaving in a ship"s hour and if my credit with the captain was up to being late, hers wasn"t and we had to leave. She went two steps away and said "Gordy?" I said "yeah," and she went farther away and I was getting ready to go with her when I got grabbed and it was Dagmar and she yanked and held on when I tried to run and held us against a pole and held me over her knee and Priscilla was running toward us and Dagmar had a knife and she said "Freeze, Prissy." And Priscilla stopped."
There was a tiny pause as the boy licked his lips.
"Where did Dagmar hold the knife, Gordy?"
"Across my throat. Under my chin."
"All right, Gordy. Priscilla stopped. Then what?"
"Dagmar said Priscilla had to stay there. She asked where Shan was. I tried to get away again, and she-she hurt me. She said if I was good she"d let me live for a minute or two." There was another small pause. The port master snapped her fingers, never taking her eyes from that damp face.
"She said Priscilla had to watch. To tell Shan what it looked like." An aide arrived with a gla.s.s of water.
The port master waved her to the boy.
"Rest a minute, Gordy, and drink."
He did, draining the gla.s.s thirstily.
"All right, Gordy. Dagmar said Priscilla had to watch, so she could tell Shan what it looked like. Then?"
"Priscilla started to talk. I don"t remember what she said, but it made my head feel funny. She talked and walked forward a little bit and Dagmar"s arm got loose and I thought about running away but then there was a noise in the next street and Dagmar"s arm got tight again and she made Priscilla stop. Priscilla tried to talk some more, but Dagmar asked if Shan had bought Priscilla"s things. She said she broke Priscilla"s earrings into dust and then s.p.a.ced the dust. She said Shan wasn"t smart and that he wouldn"t catch them selling the stuff.
"Priscilla started to talk again and my head felt funny again and then there were footsteps and Dagmar tried to make me go with her "cause it was too public, she said. But I was scared and I didn"t want to go with her and I grabbed on to the pole and held on and thought about the Tree like Priscilla"d taught me and Dagmar turned on the knife. I heard it hum and I was scared and I hung on and thought about the Tree and I heard a-roar. Like a big animal. And Priscilla was running fast-faster than Shan runs and Dagmar let me go and Priscilla-it was so fast! She grabbed Dagmar and twisted and did something with her hands. I heard a snap, like a stick breaking. Dagmar fell down. Priscilla stood for a minute and then she fell down, too." He swallowed.
"I went and kicked the knife away from Dagmar and then I tried to make Priscilla get up. It was hard and I thought she was-I thought she was dead. But she woke up and called me "Brand" and her voice was all funny, like it hurt her to talk. Then she stood up and told me to go back to the Pa.s.sage. I told herShan wouldn"t like it if I left her alone when she was in a sc.r.a.pe and she hugged me and threw a stone into the window of Marcel"s Tailoring Emporium. Then she said she"d killed Dagmar and the cops would come in a minute and arrest her for murder. She told me to leave again, but I wouldn"t. Then the cop came."
The port master leaned back in her chair and counted to twenty-five, eyes closed. She opened her eyes.
"Precinct Officer Velnik," she said very carefully. "I will now see the recording of Priscilla Mendoza"s...
confession."
The woman was slim, middling tall by Terran standards, doubly dwarfed by Velnik and the arresting officer. Her hair was short and black and curly, her face dirt-smeared; her eyes were enormous, ebon-and exhausted. "Priscilla Delacroix y Mendoza," she answered the precinct officer. Her voice was a ragged whisper.
"Planet of origin?"
"Sintia."
"Are you employed on a trading vessel?"
"Yes."
"State the name of the vessel, its home port, your rank."
"Dutiful Pa.s.sage. Solcintra, Liad. Pilot, first cla.s.s pending. Second mate."
"Did you kill the woman Dagmar Collier?"
"Yes."
"Did you deliberately murder the woman Dagmar Collier?"
"Yes."
"Where did you kill Dagmar Collier?"
"In front of Dillibee"s Digital Delights in Nietzsche Street in Crown City on Theopholis."
"When did you kill Dagmar Collier?"
"One hour ago."
"Did you attempt escape after you killed Dagmar Collier?"
"No."
"Why?"
"There was no place to go."
From the young captain came a wordless protest.
As if cued by that slight sound, Precinct Officer Velnik asked Priscilla Mendoza, "Why didn"t you return to the Dutiful Pa.s.sage?"No murderers are allowed on the Pa.s.sage."
The captain drew a sharp breath.
"Your name," the precinct officer pursued, "is Priscilla Delacroix y Mendoza?"
"Yes."
"Did you intentionally kill the woman Dagmar Collier?"
"Yes."
"Describe your actions that brought the death of Dagmar Collier."
"I called the Dragon. When it was with me, we roared and threw a fireball to distract Dagmar"s attention from Gordy. Then I broke her neck."
There was a slight pause while precinct officer and cop exchanged glances.
"You, Priscilla Delacroix y Mendoza," the precinct officer said carefully, "broke the neck of Dagmar Collier, fully intending to bring about her death?"
"Yes."
"Are you a native of Troit?"
"No."
"What is your legal name?"
"Priscilla Delacroix y Mendoza."
"What is your planet of origin?"
"Sintia."
"Did you kill Dagmar Collier?"
"Yes."
There was a small pause. "Where is the Dragon now?"
"Above the Tree."
"How much is two plus two?"
"Four."
"Have you said any lies since you were brought here by the arresting officer?"
"No."
"Did the dragon kill Dagmar Collier?"
"No."
"Who killed Dagmar Collier?""I did."
"You see," Velnik said to the room in general as the lights came up. "Dragons, trees..."
"The Tree and Dragon," Mr. dea"Gauss cut him off, "is the shield of Clan Korval. It depicts a dragon, guarding a full-leafed tree. The motto is "I Dare." Lady Mendoza is quite familiar with the shield. It is displayed prominently on the Dutiful Pa.s.sage."
"So they had meaning for her; she was self-aware."
"Yes," the port master snapped, coming to her feet. Velnik retreated a step. "She knew what she was doing. The boy is alive. The person he names his potential a.s.sa.s.sin is dead. Priscilla Mendoza was not asked why she willfully and intentionally killed Dagmar Collier, Precinct Officer. Your interview was less than thorough."
Velnik licked his lips and came to rigid attention.
"Doctor, is the serum you gave Mendoza still in forcer He shook his head. "It runs through the system pretty fast. She"ll be on the downside by now." He glanced at the bench. "Can"t give her another shot for two days. That"s a medical fact. She mightn"t recover."
She nodded. "It won"t be required, thank you. My ruling in this case is that Priscilla Delacroix y Mendoza is found not guilty of murder. Defense of a child is not a crime here! Arresting Officer, bring Priscilla Mendoza here, so that she may be released into the care of her captain."
Mr. dea"Gauss caught the young captain"s eye. "Daxflan-"
"My office is currently dealing with that difficulty, sirs," she said, turning back. "Granting even unheard of levels of inefficiency, it should at this moment be sealed in close orbit. And there, I think, we may all let it wait until the morrow."
The old gentleman bowed. "It is as you have said, madam. I should mention that the feud between Lady Mendoza and Dagmar Collier is one of long standing. Dagmar Collier threatened her ladyship and Master Arbuthnot with violence once before to my certain knowledge. On Arsdred."
"I would appreciate receiving the particulars of that event, sir. Also-Captain. I am deeply ashamed that my inefficiency has caused this circ.u.mstance. Dagmar Collier should never have been in this port. I am responsible, and I am grieved. Please consider me at your disposal in the resolution of the matter."
"You"re very kind, ma"am," he replied, smiling wearily.
"Port Master," the arresting officer said, arriving alone and looking very nervous. "Port Master, she-won"t move. I open the door and call, but she just sits, Port Master."
"I"ll come." The young captain slid away from the boy, beckoning to the old gentleman. "By your kindness, sir."
"Certainly." Mr. dea"Gauss sat carefully and slid an unaccustomed arm about young shoulders, enduring the head resting upon his chest.
"Let"s go," the captain snapped at the cop as he strode by. She had to run three steps to catch up.
PRECINCT HOUSE DETENTION HALLCROWN CITY THEOPHOLIS.
HOUR OF FOOLS.
The room was mercilessly bright-shadowless. In the center of the cot huddled a ragam.u.f.fin creature, legs crossed, arms hugging her waist, head leaning against left knee. She was trembling minutely and constantly.
"Let"s go, Mendoza!" the cop called briskly, unlocking the cell port.
The bundle of misery did not stir.
The cop licked her lips and tried again. "Come on, Mendoza! Your boss is here!"
Nothing.
Shan laid his hand on the cop"s arm. "Leave us. I"ll bring her."
She began to shake her head, lips parting to prate some senseless law.
"Go!" He augmented the command with a lash of fury. The cop jumped-and fled.
The anger was blue-hot in him-Korval rage. With an effort he contained it, banked it, and shut it away until it might be used. Calmed, he went to the edge of the cot. "Priscilla."
She flinched, and he caught his breath; he calmed himself again and hunkered down before her, his hands resting on the edge of the mattress. "Priscilla, it"s Shan."
"Shan." There was anguish like a knife in the ragged whisper. "Shan, there wasn"t enough time to be sure!"
Her agony caught him by the throat, even shielded as he was. The next moment he had cast protection aside, spinning a line of comfort, of love...
He was met by terror-desire-longing-grief-shame-love-a whipping windstorm of emotion, punishing in its intensity. He gasped, fingers clawing into the mattress as he scrambled for the line he had spun for her-he gripped it, following it back into himself by painful jerks, and finally called up the Wall.
It slammed into place with a force that drew a soft moan from Priscilla, though she did not lift her head.