"Uhm." Storm doubted that they would, though Michael, for all his bravado and daring, was a coward at heart.
How had Dee obtained an immunization course against the subtler forms of truth research? The process was complicated, expensive, and highly secret. Confederation restricted it to its most favored and highly ranked operatives and leaders in the most sensitive positions. Mouse, if he could stay alive for forty years and achieve flag grade, was the only man he knew who had a hope of attaining that signal honor. "Curious, that," he murmured.
"How curious you can"t imagine."
Inflections in Ca.s.sius"s speech were necessarily hard to grasp. This time Storm caught it. "You found something?"
"I think we learned most of it. It will be interesting watching the Dees while we discuss it."
"You can"t tell me now?"
"We"re fifty-one hours from the asteroid. Take time to recuperate. You"re still disoriented. The discussion will be a strain."
"No doubt."
For two days Storm slept or endured his son"s vague, intriguing hints about what he and Ca.s.sius had discovered on The Big Rock Candy Mountain. He tried to make the best of it by retreating to his clarinet and Bible. One of his sergeants had risked his life to salvage them from the phase-disrupted wreck of his singleship.
His eye was too weak for the book, his fingers insufficiently coordinated for the instrument. Mouse read some for him. Time did not drag. He slept a lot.
Mouse wakened him once, so he could watch while Ca.s.sius blurred their influential backtrail in the field around a star. Walters meant to make a complete orbit, take hyper briefly while masked by the star"s own field, then drift for a day at a velocity slightly below that of light. The asteroid lay in the cometary belt of the chosen star.
The maneuver was intended to shed any unnoticed tail. Perforce, any such shadow would be operating at the limits of detection and would quickly lose contact.
Storm had Mouse move him to the control room for the stellar orbit.
"Ca.s.sius, roll her so the sun"ll be topside during orbit," he said.
"You"ve got it." The star wobbled slightly as Ca.s.sius adjusted the ship"s att.i.tude. It swelled to the size of a sun. Ca.s.sius dove in, sliding around so close that the horizon curves vanished and they seemed to be drifting below an endless ceiling of fire. It was an Armageddon sky from which flames reached down with stately grace, as if to capture them and drag them into all that fury. Even smaller sunspots appeared as vast, dark continents surrounded by vaster oceans of flame. Ca.s.sius put all his filters up and let Storm stare, brooding, into that furnace that was the ultimate source of all other energies.
Storm said, "How like life itself a star is. It pulses. It struggles to maintain itself in a boundless ocean of cold despair. Every atom vibrates its little nucleus out, fighting the vampire night sucking its life. And the star fights knowing the struggle is hopeless, knowing that all it can do is die defiantly, going nova as its last grand gesture."
Mouse leaned forward, listening intently. His father seemed to be trying to create some order out of his own nebulous philosophy.
"Entropy and Chaos, death and evil, they can"t be beaten by star or man, but in defeat there"s always the victory of defiance. This sun is telling me, Gneaus, the mortal flesh can be destroyed, but the spirit, the courage within, is eternal. It need not yield. And that"s all the victory you"ll ever get."
Mouse watched with watery eyes as his father fell asleep, exhausted by the effort it had taken to put his feelings into words. The youth stared up at the fire, trying to see what Gneaus Storm had seen. He could not find it. He rose and took the old man back to his medicare cradle.
Being moved brought Storm back to a twilight awareness.
All his adult life Storm had been antic.i.p.ating a fierce and final conflict from which he could win no mundane victory. With almost religious faith he believed that the manipulators would someday push him into a corner from which there would be no escape but death. He had always believed that Richard would be the instrument of his destruction, and that he and Richard, by destroying one another, would spell the doom of their kind.
The fires of the Ulantonid War had ignited a blaze of panhumanism of which Confederation was still taking full advantage. It was bulling its way into broad reaches of relatively ungovernmented s.p.a.ce in apparent response to a set of laws similar to those defining the growth of organisms and species. Mercenary armies were among those inst.i.tutions facing increasingly limited futures.
No government willingly tolerates private compet.i.tion, and especially not compet.i.tion which can challenge its decrees. The most benign government ever imagined has as its root a.s.sumption its right to apply force to the individual. From inception every government continuously strives to broaden the parameters of that right.
Storm believed he and Richard, if lured into a truly b.l.o.o.d.y Armageddon, would fight the last merc war tolerated by Confederation. The Services now had the strength and organization to disarm the freecorps. All they needed was an excuse.
Ca.s.sius"s ship reached the chunk of celestial debris that Storm had long ago developed as a prison for Fearchild Dee. It was a living h.e.l.l, Fearchild"s reward for his perfidy on the world where Ca.s.sius had lost his hand.
That had not been a matter of the hazards of war.
Fearchild had been a dilettante merc captain commanding forces his father had hoped to turn into a Family army. The Legion had humiliated him in his field debut. He had tried using Dee tactics to recoup.
Merc wars were ritualized and ceremonial. Their ends were celebrated with a formalized signing of Articles of Surrender and the yielding up of banners by the defeated captain. Fearchild had smuggled in a bomb, hoping to obliterate the Legion staff prior to a surprise resumption of hostilities.
Appalled, his officers had turned on him and warned their opposites. Ca.s.sius had been the only Legionnaire injured. He had refused to have the hand replaced.
It reminded him that there were dishonorable men in the universe. He could consider its absence and remember just how much he hated the Dees.
It took Ca.s.sius and Mouse two hours to transfer Storm and Michael and their medicare cradles to the asteroid"s single habitable room. They wakened the injured men only after completing the task.
Michael awoke with a whimper. The instant he discovered Storm"s presence, he wailed, "Gneaus, that man is going to kill me."
Ca.s.sius chuckled. His prosthetic larynx made it a weird sound. "I will, yes. If I can."
"You promised, Gneaus. You gave me your word."
"You"re right, Michael. But Ca.s.sius never promised you anything. Neither did Masato, and I"ve got the feeling he"s mad about what you did to his brothers."
Mouse"s attempt to look fierce fell flat. Dee did not notice. He was too involved with himself and Fearchild, whom he had just noticed.
"My G.o.d! My G.o.d!" he moaned. "What are you doing?"
"Thought he"d be up to his neck in houris, eh?" Ca.s.sius asked.
Michael stared, aghast. He was not inhuman. He loved his children. His parental concern overcame his trepidation. "Fear. Fear. What"re they doing to you?"
"Plug him in, Ca.s.sius," Storm ordered. "It should make him more amenable."
Mouse and Ca.s.sius lifted a pa.s.sive Michael onto an automated operating table.
Fearchild"s situation did not seem cruel at first glance. He was chained to a wall. He wore a helmet that enveloped his head. A thick bundle of wires attached the helmet to a nearby machine.
That machine restricted Fearchild to limits that kept him barely among the living. Like Valerie in Festung Todesangst, he was permitted no lapses in self-awareness. Nor was he free to slide off into insanity. The machine enforced rationality with a battery of psychiatric drugs. At random intervals it stimulated his pain center with an equally random selection of unpleasant sensations.
They were all cruel men.
Mouse worked in a daze, not quite able to believe this place was real, not quite able to accept that his father had created it.
Ca.s.sius adjusted Fearchild"s machine so the younger Dee could take an interest in what was being done to his father.
Mouse and Ca.s.sius strapped Michael to the table, rotated it till it stood upright. Storm watched impa.s.sively. Ca.s.sius positioned and adjusted surgical machinery which included a system similar to that which kept Fearchild sane. He added an anaesthesia system programmed to heighten rather than dampen pain.
"Do we have to do this?" Mouse whispered.
Ca.s.sius nodded. He was enjoying himself.
All cruel men.
"I keep my word, Michael," Storm said. His voice was soft, weak, and tired. "No matter what, I"ll never kill you. I tried to make a point on The Mountain. You refused to understand it. I"m going to make it again here, a little more strongly. Maybe you"ll get the message this time."
He paused for a minute, gathering strength. "Michael, I"m going to make you beg me to kill you. And I"m going to keep my promise and make sure you stay alive. You ready, Ca.s.sius?"
Ca.s.sius nodded.
"Give him a taste."
The machine whined. A tiny scalpel flayed a few square millimeters of skin off Dee"s nose. A second waldo bathed the exposed flesh with iodine. A third applied a small dressing. The anaesthesia program intensified the fire of the antiseptic. Dee shrieked.
"Enough. You see, Michael? That rig is a little toy I put in when we slapped this place together. I had a feeling you"d make me use it someday. What it will do is skin you a few square millimeters at a time, here and there. You"ll get plenty of time to heal so the skinning won"t ever end. Think about that. Pain for the rest of your life."
Dee whimpered. His eyes seemed glazed.
Mouse turned his back. He kept jerking from the stomach upward as he fought to keep his breakfast down. Ca.s.sius laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Easy," he whispered.
Storm snarled, "Michael, Michael, you"ve just got to play your games. You can"t claim you weren"t warned. You can"t say you didn"t know the risks." He waved a weak hand at Ca.s.sius. "Do an eyelid now."
Dee flushed a pale shade of death. "My face..."
Cruel men. Ca.s.sius laughed. The sound was so malignant it seemed no artificial voice box could have produced it.
"There"ll be scars," Storm promised. His voice was soft, musing. "Yes. That will hurt more than the skinning, won"t it? Ca.s.sius, make sure there are plenty of scars in the program. Do something artistic."
Dee cried, "d.a.m.n it, Gneaus..."
"This isn"t a pleasure spa, Michael. This is h.e.l.l. Your own private h.e.l.l. You brought it on yourself. Then you expect the rest of us to feel sorry for you. It doesn"t work that way. We aren"t kids now. You can"t fool us the way you used to. We"re on to all of your tricks."
"Gneaus, not my face."
"You want to tell us why Blackworld means so much to you?"
"It"s my way out..." Dee shut up. He refused to speak again.
"Ca.s.sius, before we leave I want you to position them so they have to look at each other. Put a sound baffle between them so they can"t talk. Now, before we tackle my questions again, tell me what you found on The Mountain."
Ca.s.sius sketched the story. Storm occasionally interrupted with a question or to make a point. When Ca.s.sius mentioned the elderly a.s.sa.s.sin, he asked, "Sangaree?"
Ca.s.sius nodded.
Storm turned to an attractive and frightened Michael Dee. "So that rumor is true. You have have been dealing with them. That won"t make you any friends, Michael." He shook an admonitory finger. "Go on, Ca.s.sius. This is getting interestinger and interestinger." been dealing with them. That won"t make you any friends, Michael." He shook an admonitory finger. "Go on, Ca.s.sius. This is getting interestinger and interestinger."
A minute later Storm muttered, "I"ve got a feeling I"ll be eligible for Social Insurance after I pay your instel bill."
"Possibly. The man"s name was Rhafu."
Storm sent a puzzled glance Michael"s way. Dee seemed both disappointed and relieved. "It doesn"t make sense, Ca.s.sius."
"It does. Keep listening." He explained what he had learned from his friend in Luna Command.
"Why would this mystery Sangaree wait till now to get even?"
"I take it he"s really a low-key sort. Tries to get everything lined up perfect before he makes his move. He"s probably been chipping away at us for a long time."
Storm looked at Dee. "That could explain a lot of things. But not too clearly."
"I"ve been doing some thinking. It was a long trip out, watch and watch. Not much chance to talk. Mainly, I tried to figure out why a man would want to destroy his brother so bad he would cut a deal with Sangaree. I didn"t come up with anything. Each time I thought I had it, I came back to the same thing. The only things you"ve ever done were in reply to something a Dee did first. Our friend here is a son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h, but in the past he usually took his lumps when he deserved them. And until just lately he was always pretty impersonal about his c.r.a.p.
"So I went back and thought it through from the beginning. There had to be a clue somewhere.
"I think it started because he wanted to get even with Richard Hawksblood. Including you was a sop for this Deeth creature. In others words, it"s not really personal. It"s an arrangement. Deeth helps him get Richard. He helps Deeth get you and the Legion."
Storm stared at his brother. Michael looked terribly uncomfortable. "Why the h.e.l.l would he take up with this Deeth?"
"That"s where I had to strain the old logic box. We have to go back to your father and mother to put it together. You know the family stories. He met her on Prefactlas. She was pregnant when they got married. Boris never found out who Michael"s father was. Emily wouldn"t say. Like that.
"Check my reasoning. Emily was born a Sangaree pleasure girl. Her genetic tagging was distinctly Norbon. We know she spent several years traveling and living with a boy who may have fathered Michael. He vanished completely once your mother moved in with Boris.
"There was a more notorious disappearance at the same time. The grand master of the Prefactlas underworld, a man we called the Serpent. My friend Beckhart tells me the Serpent and this Rhafu are the same guy. Starting to get a picture?"
"I"ve got one." Storm laid a finger alongside his nose. "And I don"t like it. He"s not just dealing with them, he is one of them. The son of this Deeth. Implausible on its face, but you found a few crossbreeds on Prefactlas, didn"t you?"
"Too many. And from Michael"s expression, I"d say we"ve hit it square."
"Ah, yes. So we have."
"Gneaus, I..." Dee shut up. It was too late for truth or lies.
The silence stretched out. Mouse began to move around nervously, glancing from man to man.
Storm murmured, "The thing takes shape. We know some whos and whys, and even a few hows. Enough to have upset them by recapturing Benjamin and Homer. But that doesn"t really change anything. Probably too late to wriggle out."
"We can kill us a few Dees," Ca.s.sius suggested. "I grilled Beckhart on this Deeth. There"s no way we can get to him. He"s moved off Homeworld. His whole outfit is on his First Expansion planet. He"s the only b.a.s.t.a.r.d in the universe who knows where it is. So how the h.e.l.l do you bribe some fool Sangaree to go cut his throat? If we want him, we have to make him come to us."
"Michael stays alive. I gave him my word. He may not be as guilty as he looks, anyway."
"Stop making excuses for him, Gneaus."
Storm overlooked Ca.s.sius"s remark. "He and Fearchild will be safe here. Remember Trojan Hea.r.s.e? I"ll order a go on it, and start hunting Seth-Infinite. If we nail him down too, this Deeth will have to come out if he wants to keep us running. He won"t have any cat"s-paws left."
"Helga," Mouse suggested.