Sandoz smiled. "I can tell you the stuff makes diamond look like clay. Half a million years old and there isn"t a scratch on it. You planning on walking through those walls, Maro?"
Maro said, "I don"t know. Maybe."
Juete lay next to Stark, listening to the even sound of the warden"s breathing. He was asleep, but unless she moved with great care, she would awaken him. She could tell him she was going to the fresher, which was true enough; but if he were awake, he would wait for her to return. And likely he would want her again. As much as she liked s.e.x, as much as she had to have it, she did not want to be with Stark right now. To be a prisoner was bad enough; to be a slave was worse. She hated him; worse, she hated herself for responding to him when he took her. There was no help for it-it was the way she was. More than once she had cursed the fate that had made her an albino Exotic.
Stark solved her dilemma by rolling from his back onto his side, facing away from her. Juete moved quickly, so that the bed"s motion caused by her leaving would be unnoticed in his changing of position.
She stood next to the bed for a moment and waited for his breathing to resume the cadence of deep sleep, then moved quietly away to the fresher. Inside, she shut the door and dialed the light up slightly, but not to full brightness. She sat on the covered bidet and drew her feet up to touch her bare b.u.t.tocks, clasping her arms around her knees. She took several deep breaths, letting them out softly.
After a moment, the tears began to flow. She cried silently, mouth open wide so he would not hear her sobs. When he slept was her only time alone, the only time she could be reasonably sure that he would not send for her. If he caught her crying, he would demand to know what was wrong. When she had first arrived, she had thought to blame the tears on things around her. Once she had said a prisoner had spoken harshly to her. For that lie, the man paid with his life. Juete could not forget that, no matter how she tried. That was when she knew that she was his slave, now and forever.
He owned her. Her sentence had been commuted-he didn"t know that she knew -and she was certain that he meant to take her with him when he left the Cage. That was all that kept her going-the thought that someday she might leave this h.e.l.lish planet. Even as his slave, there was a chance she could escape him once they were back on a civilized world.
Stark wanted her to love him; Juete could feel that as she had felt it with a dozen others. They all wanted her, but they also wanted her to love them, body and soul and mind, exclusively and forever. She had withheld that from him, had kept it as her final trump. When he was transferred, as someday he must be, she would play it then, pretend to give him that which he wanted so much. Once he believed that she loved him, he would relax his vigilance. And once he loosened his hold on her, even a fraction, she could flee.
The tears flowed faster as she thought about escape. To be free, to have the choice of where to go, and with whom, that was her goal. Without it she would have no reason to continue living. With it, there was hope, however small and distant it might be.
"Juete?"
The sound froze her, even sleep-fogged as it was. She wiped the tears away with both hands as though he could see through the panel.
"In the fresher," she called.
"Hurry back," he said. His voice was more awake now. "I have a surprise for you."
The Exotic had to squeeze her eyes shut quickly to keep from crying again. Quickly, she ran cold water in the basin and washed her face and hands. She dried herself and forced a fake smile into place. The master calls, wh.o.r.e. Go and give him that which he desires-for now. But someday it will change.
Someday . . .
Chapter Eight.
Commander Karnaaj sat stiffly in the chair across from Stark, as if he were afraid that the inert chunk of furniture might swallow him alive if he relaxed in the slightest. Stark found himself struck once again by the bloodless features. Karnaaj"s skin was almost as pale as Juete"s.
"Is he ready to talk?" Karnaaj said.
Stark glanced away from the other man"s unblinking stare. "I think not. Exposure to the other convicts affected him not at all; I threatened him with mindwipe, but if he was afraid, I could not detect it. I hesitated to utilize any stronger methods, knowing your insistance on keeping him available." Do your own d.a.m.ned work.
Stark thought. If he dies, you can"t blame me for it.
"I see." The intelligence officer removed a small flatscreen unit the size of his palm from his gray uniform tunic, thumbed up a file and glanced at it. Stark sat quietly fuming as Kamaaj ignored him. Finally, Karnaaj said, "I have business in the city."
There was no need to specify which city, as there was only one of any size on Omega. "It will take perhaps a week or ten days to attend to," Karnaaj continued. "When I return, the prisoner should be ready to tell me what 1 wish to know."
Stark could not resist the temptation. "Oh? And how is this to be accomplished. Commander?"
This time Karnaaj smiled, very slightly. "Use the Zonn Chamber."
Stark sat up in his chair, astonished. "I thought you wanted information from him. The Zonn Chamber will reduce him to a gibbering wreck! No human or mue has ever come out sane after more than a day or two in it."
"You will find that Dain Maro isn"t quite as fragile as that, if our information is correct."
"And if your information is incorrect?"
Karnaaj smiled again, stretching his thin lips slightly but still not showing any teeth. "Then you will have the satisfaction of seeing me proved wrong, Commander Stark. A pleasure for you, I am certain it will be."
"Whatever can you mean, Commander? Why should I take any pleasure from the distress of a fellow Confederation officer?" Stark"s voice was bland, but there was no hiding how he felt from himself. He would love to see Karnaaj fall flat. He would never say that, of course; his computer was recording the conversation, and he was willing to bet a thousand standards to a toenail that Karnaaj"s flatscreen also had a vocalstat working.
Karnaaj made a small gesture of dismissal. "In any event, I suggest that you incarcerate Maro in the Zonn Chamber immediately. I would also suggest that he be monitered at eight hour intervals. I leave the state of his sanity to your judgement. Remove him when you think he is willing to respond to my questions."
"Wait just a moment, Commander-"
"You have doctors, Warden. Surely you can manage to keep one prisoner mentally healthy for a few days."
Stark started to reply, then stopped. This was all being recorded, he reminded himself. Carefully, he said, "On your orders, then, Commander Karnaaj, I shall incarcerate prisoner Dain Maro in the Zonn Chamber. I shall utilize my best efforts to maintain his sanity until your return; however, I cannot guarantee this. The Zonn Chamber is poorly understood by our science. I can hardly be blamed for its effect upon a man"s mind."
Karnaaj grinned wider, showing perfect teeth. "Yes you can, Warden. You are aiding the Soldatutmarkt in its investigation into intragalactic criminal activites, but Maro is your prisoner. I have told you to use your judgement in utilizing my suggestion that you place Maro in a portion of the prison for which you have been given responsibility. By a.s.suming this command, you have indicated your fitness to hold it. You have more practical experience in using the Zonn artifacts than most scientists; therefore, you are to use this practical knowledge to aid me in my investigation." He stood. "I have indicated where your responsibility lies. See that you understand this, Warden."
Oh, I understand, Stark thought. You have put the responsibility on my shoulders well enough. If I screw up, my head will roll. My only consolation is that yours will probably roll next to mine, and I find that scant comfort.
"I"ll have a guard escort you out, Commander Kamaaj."
"No need. I know the way."
Juete was on her way to Stark"s office when the thin, cadaverous man wearing the uniform of a Confederation officer appeared at the corridor"s intersection in front of her. Kamaaj. She knew of him; most albinos on the Darkworld had heard of him, for Karnaaj had "owned" no less than three Exotics, at no small cost for the illegal slavery involved. She had heard the horror stories, had even known one of the families from which the Confed soldier had taken one of his victims. While nearly all humans and mues felt an attraction to Exotics, Kamaaj apparently felt it to an unusual degree. Two women and one man, hardly more than a boy, really, had been sold to him. And all three had died beneath his ministrations.
They had not, she had heard, been pleasant deaths.
Kamaaj saw her, and his smile seemed to take over his face. He stopped in front of her, and she knew it would be foolish to try to go around him.
"Ah. You would be Juete, Stark"s Exotic." He let his gaze travel up and down her body slowly. Juete repressed a shudder. She had felt the touch of thousands of admiring looks, but none so chilling as this.
Kamaaj put out a hand as if to feel the firmness of her shoulder. Juete pushed the hand away. The man laughed. "Ah, a sense of self! I like that!" Abruptly his smile faded, and the look that replaced it was more akin to hunger. All humor was gone from his voice when next he spoke. "You are beautiful, of course, but more so than even other Exotics I have known. You could keep a man very happy, I have no doubt." He paused, and the smile returned, but it no longer hid the desire. "Would you like to leave Omega? I can arrange it, you know. You can be a free woman again."
Dumbly, Juete shook her head. Freedom with this man would be short and painful, and the end of it would be the final chill.
His smile vanished, replaced this time by anger. "It doesn"t matter what you want, s.l.u.t! It is not your choice to make. I shall have you-my only regret is that I must wait until I return before it happens."
Juete felt cold settle into her, an icy sensation that sheathed her like a splash of liquid air. Kamaaj reached out again and cupped her breast with one thin hand. She made no move to prevent it. He kneaded her breast, not gently, pinching the nipple until it stirred and erected under his thumb and forefinger. "Already your body desires me. I know you people. You may hate me with your mind, but your flesh aches for my touch. Soon, my sweet child-soon."
He stroked her face once, using one finger, then walked away.
He was right. She hated him, she hated all of them who used her and her kind as s.e.xual toys, without any thought for the mind behind the desirable body. But she also could not deny her genetic code, and he was right about the desire. The flesh was weak; it had been programmed to be so, and it would always remain so.
As Karnaaj"s footsteps died away, Juete turned and saw Stark standing in the doorway to his office. She was an expert on human emotion; she could read body language like a basic primer. The look on his face held fear, rage, jealousy, and l.u.s.t. She had seen the latter three on him before, but the first, fear, was new.
Despite the precariousness of her situation, she enjoyed seeing Stark afraid. She started toward him, wondering how much of what Karnaaj had said she would tell her current jailer. All of it, she decided. That would make him worry even more, and he deserved all the worry she could provide him.
Scanner had duty in the library again, but he sent Chameleon to tell Maro about the Zonn. Maro was working an ancient floor buffer over the worn wood of the dining hall. The machine"s robotics kept sticking in a diagonal pattern, and he had to stop every few minutes to reprogram the correct sequence.
Chameleon looked ten years younger than when Maro had seen him last. His hair was red now, and little more than a fuzzy cap. His eyes had turned green.
"n.o.body knows what the Zonn looked like or where they went," Chameleon told him. "Scattered around the galaxy are ten cities like the one the Cage is built around, mostly high-walled. If they left anything else, half a million years took care of it. That"s how long the scientists figure they"ve been gone.
"Scanner says he"s checking on that stuff you told him about. Seems there are some interesting experiments going on as to the exact nature of the Zonn walls. I dunno all the technical s.h.i.t he spouted, but he says we"re dealing with energy more than ma.s.s, and your comment about the Bender fits right in. He also says the impossible might take a little longer."
Maro grinned. The buffer started off on a tangent again, and he went to stop it. He punched in the code once more, and after a few seconds the machine resumed its back-and-forth pattern. Beneath its brushes the floor gleamed dully.
"But there"s bad news, too," the face dancer continued. "Karnaaj just left, and the word is that you are to go into the Zonn Chamber."
"What"s that?"
Chameleon shivered theatrically. "n.o.body knows for sure. It"s the only place in the prison that is completely enclosed by Zonn material. Some rooms have incorporated one or two walls, but the Zonn Chamber has four, plus the floor. The only way in or out is through a door in the ceiling, which is man-made. People put inside go crazy after a little while. It does something to your mind."
"What?"
Chameleon shrugged. "The ones who just went in and came right out talked about nightmares and visions. The ones left in for a while don"t talk about anything-anything that makes sense, that is."
"The Demon Graveyard," Maro said softly.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just something I learned once about concentration."
"Yeah, well. Scanner says to come by the library when you get off; he wants to
talk to you."
"Copy that."
"And Maro-good luck. I wouldn"t want to be you right now."
Stark tried to keep the smile fixed in place, but it was hard. His guts churned when he thought about Juete with Karnaaj. The man was a powerful enemy, and he did not doubt that he would try to take Juete from him. Stark did not think he had the clout to stop him in a showdown. But there were other ways.
Juete stood watching him. "You are going to have an accident," he said to her. "A fatal one. When Kamaaj gets back, he won"t find you."
Her face lit with fear.
"No, no, not really," he said quickly to rea.s.sure her. "I"ll hide you until he is gone. We"ll fake an accident, cremate a body, and show him the ashes. After he"s gone you can come out, and things will go back to normal."
She relaxed somewhat. "I"ll have to keep you out of sight," Stark continued.
"There are some cells in solitary... I"ll have some nice things installed for you-" "Alone? You"ll make me stay alone?" The fear had returned to her face, and her voice now held a deep measure of horror.
"Just for a little while. A few weeks-""No! I can"t! You don"t understand! I can"t be alone, I need to be with people!""It"s only a temporary measure," he said, trying to calm her."I"ll die!"He felt himself beginning to lose patience. "Don"t be absurd. You don"t understand; I"m trying to protect you-"
"You don"t understand! I"m an Exotic; I have to have people to talk to, to touch, to be with!"His jaw muscles danced as he clamped down on his anger. He was doing this for her, was she so stupid she couldn"t see that? He realized it would be hard on her, but it was the lesser evil. "There is no other choice," he said.
"There are always other choices! You could kill him!"
"Calm down, Juete-"
He put his hands on her shoulders, and at his touch she became abruptly still; the
tension seemed to discharge from her, to be replaced with a la.s.situdinious resignation that was even more upsetting to him. "All right," she said dully. "You are my keeper; I must obey you."
That was her most painful barb, one that always sank the deepest into his heart. Not "I love you and do this because you wish it," but "I obey because you order it." He would do almost anything to avoid hearing that slavelike tone in her voice. Almost anything, but not this. Giving her up for any reason was too much. Especially to an animal like Kamaaj. He had to hide her.
"I will make it up to you after he is gone, I promise. And I"ll visit you every day. You"ll have a transceiver, so we can talk, and a holoproj and recordings to watch. Books and games and music, too. It won"t be as if you are stranded on some barren asteroid or something."
"Anything you say," she said listlessly.
Chapter Nine.
The warden himself escorted Maro to the Zonn Chamber, along with Lepto and another guard. The latter were both armed with spetsdods. Maro had once been hit by one of the chemical flechettes that the little dart guns molded to the back of the hand fired, and the headache that had followed his awakening had been memorable. He had no intention of trying to fight. He found it interesting, though, that the warden was concerned enough that he brought along two armed guards.
They came to a wall of Zonn material, gunmetal blue and cold. A narrow wooden stair had been built next to it, and Lepto gestured with the hand that wore the weapon that Maro should climb the steps.
At the top was a platform of ferrofoam, into which a trap door had been cut. The second guard followed Maro and swung the door open. A synlon rope ladder lay piled on the roof next to the trap door. The guard shoved the ladder into the dark opening.
"Any final words?" the warden asked.
Maro shook his head.
"Inside, then. Somebody will be back in eight hours to check on you. If you"re ready to tell the SIU what they want to know, you can come out. Otherwise..." Stark nodded toward the opening.
Maro said nothing. He grabbed the smoothly braided top rung and descended into the chamber.