The presence of those other sentient creatures, carrying their fates around with them, all unaware, laid -a cold hand on Boba Fett"s heart, or whatever pa.s.sed for it after all these years of death. It felt like some prophecy of his own death, though he was just as sure that that was a long way off, far from here in both time and s.p.a.ce.
Being back inside his own ship would be as much a relief as being out in the emptiness between the stars. He would be alone there, sealed off from all the others, living and dead. . . .
That was what he needed. He pushed the rough wooden door shut behind himself and strode down the corridor, beneath the flickering light of the torches. Anywhere but here, thought Boba Fett. The tunnel stretched out before him. Above him, the invisible weight of rock and stone pressed down, like the tomb he hadn"t earned yet.
12.
NOW.
"You were saying things." Dengar handed the figure on the pallet a metal cup filled with water. "In your sleep."
Sleep was the wrong word, he knew. Dying would have been more accurate. Except that Boba Fett hadn"t died, after all. After everything.
"Is that so?" Even unhelmeted, Boba Fett had a gaze that was as cold and exterminating as anything that had looked out from the black, narrow visor. Lying on the improvised bed in the hiding place"s smallest subchamber, Fett"s lethal potential appeared undiminished, as though his ravaged flesh were only a temporary costume, less real than the ragged battle-gear stacked up in the corner. "What did I say?"
"Nothing important," replied Dengar. He knew better than to have told the truth, if Fett"s drugged, unconscious mutterings had amounted to anything. This barve lives by secrets, thought Dengar. To get inside any of those secrets would be like stealing something from him. And the consequences of that, Dengar was well aware, would not be pretty. "Something about not liking so many sentient creatures around you. Stuff like that."
"Ah." Boba Fett raised his head and managed to sip the water he"d been given. His smile looked like a blade wound in the abraded skin of his face. "I still don"t like it."
"Please do not agitate the patient." The taller of the two medical droids scolded Dengar. The droid and its shorter partner were busily changing the dressings around Boba Fett"s torso. Bloodied rags and sterile gel sheets were peeled away from the raw flesh beneath. Wounds such as Fett"s took a long time to heal; the Sarlacc"s gastric secretions were like acid creeping toward the bone, long after the beast itself was dead. "If I had the authority to do so," continued SHS1-B, "I would order you out of this area immediately."
"But you don"t." Dengar leaned back against the subchamber"s crumbling rock wall. The air inside the hiding place was as hot and desiccating as the interior of one of the ancient burial mounds that studded the farther reaches of the Dune Sea, where Tatooine"s double suns turned corpses into withered leather. "Besides," said Dengar, "if you two haven"t killed him by now, nothing will."
"Sarcasm." le-XE spoke as it readied another combination of opiates and antiseptics. "Nonappreciation."
"There"s someone else in this place, isn"t there?" Boba Fett had drawn his head back from the metal cup that Dengar had held out to him. The mere effort of his words sent his chest laboring, the dials and readouts on the surrounding equipment blipping into the red. "A female."
Dengar said nothing. He placed the half-empty cup on top of one of the sighing machines that the two medical droids tended. He had other things to take care of, other things to do besides talk with the sinister figure lying on the pallet, a little farther away from death"s sh.o.r.es than Fett had been even a couple of days ago. One of the hiding place"s power generators had conked out, spewing white sparks and a dense cloud of greasy smoke. That had necessitated shutting down all but the minimum air recyclers, resulting in the hot, thick miasma bound inside the hiding place. Dengar could more profitably take care of the generator, getting it up and back on-line, rather than staying here at Boba Fett"s bedside. But the other man"s cold gaze held him as tight as the curved hook of a gaffstick.
"There"s no need to lie to me about it," said Boba Fett. His words were as cold and unemotional as the gaze from his eyes. "I saw her. She came in here. Yesterday, I suppose. It"s still hard for me to tell about these things. But it was dark, and she must have thought I was asleep. Or that I had died, perhaps."
"Please," said SHSl-B. It fussed with the tubes running between the machines and Boba Fett"s body. "You"re making our job considerably more difficult."
Dengar ignored the medical droid. He was about to answer Fett, to tell the bounty hunter who the female was, when the bombs. .h.i.t. Real bombs.
Dust sifted from the subchamber"s ceiling, speckling the lenses of SHZl-B"s head unit swiveling up toward the sound of thunder. Windstorms infrequently lashed the Dune Sea, floods of sand churning down the stone gulleys and vanishing just as quickly beneath the twin suns. Dengar had always thought that the hiding place he"d dug for himself was too far beneath the planet"s surface to take any damage from mere weather. It"ll take something stronger, he"d decided, to get in here.
His own words were still looping around inside his head when the rocks fell, with even louder thunder from above, onto his face.
He"d looked up, along with the two medical droids. He had a memory flash, of a light sharp as blades against his eyes and brighter than Tatooine"s suns combined into one. Then he was spitting out gravel and blood as he felt his arm being tugged by someone unseen.
"Come on!" The voice was Neelah"s; her hands gripped tight around his forearm and pulled. Rocks and sand poured off his chest as his scrabbling efforts, feeble at first and then made stronger by sudden desperation, combined with hers to extract him from the remains of the subchamber. "He"s still in there!"
She meant Boba Fett, of course. The hiding place"s emergency lights flickered as the remaining generator came to life. Dengar could still hear thunder, receding into the distance up on the surface level. The thunder would return, he knew; he was familiar enough with saturation-bombing techniques to be aware that that was what was going on up there. One wave would be succeeded by another, crossing the ground at a right angle from the first sweep. There wouldn"t be any stones left, no gulleys or eroded pillars; everything would be hammered into dust. And as for whatever might lie beneath the surface . . .
Neelah was already digging at the rubble that blocked the doorway to the subchamber. Enough of the dust had settled that Dengar could see how the bombs" impact had knocked him back toward the hiding place"s main area. If he had been any farther inside, where the medical droids had been taking care of their patient, the rockfall would have come straight down on him, crushing his skull.
"Confusion." Neelah"s bleeding fingers had already excavated the smaller of the droids. With its carapace dented, torso readouts cracked and blinking, le-XE crawled away from the rocks and righted itself with difficulty. "Noise. Not-goodness."
"What are you waiting for?" Neelah looked back around at him, her eyes blazing through the dust and sweat covering her face. "Help me!"
"Are you crazy?" Dengar reached down and grabbed an arm, pulling Neelah to her feet. "There isn"t time for that-whoever"s laying down those bombs on the surface will be back in less than a minute. We"ve got to get out of here!"
"I"m not going without him." Neelah yanked her arm from Dengar"s grasp. "Save yourself, if you want to." She turned away and started tugging at one of the larger rocks, nearly as high as herself.
There were tunnels underneath the hiding place, curving and smooth-sided, that ran deep into the planet"s bedrock. Dengar had investigated them far enough to know that they connected with the Great Pit of Carkoon; with the Sarlacc beast dead now, they would make a safe refuge from the bombing. But only if they were reached in time, before the next destructive wave collapsed what remained of these s.p.a.ces.
He hesitated only a moment, before cursing himself as a fool and laying both his hands on the rock, just above Neelah"s hands. The stone surface was already slick with her blood; Dengar dug his own fingertips into it and pulled, straining with his weight against the rock"s resistance. From far off and above, he could hear the bombing of the surface come to a halt, like a storm that has spent its thunderous fury. That"s only temporary, he knew. They"d be returning in this direction soon enough.
Dengar put his shoulder against the rock, his hands clawing for a better grip. It struck him, between one gasp for breath and the next, that he didn"t even know who it could be that was pounding the Dune Sea above his head into scorched powder. Forces of the Empire, maybe, or the Rebel Alliance, or the Hutts, or the Black Sun organization-at this point it wasn"t as important as just surviving the hard, murderous rain. The only thing he knew for certain, down in his gut, was that it had something to do with Boba Fett. Getting involved with this barve was a sure ticket to disaster.
The large rock suddenly shifted, spilling Neelah forward onto the main chamber"s rubble-strewn floor. Dengar managed to keep his balance, shifting his hold and thrusting with his bent legs, keeping the stone rolling. Neelah scrambled out of its way as the debris of the subchamber"s shattered doorway came tumbling after it.
"You are wasting time," announced SHSl-B from within the suddenly revealed s.p.a.ce beyond the rocks and settling dust. The medical droid had busied itself by disconnecting the various tubes and monitoring wires that had been hooked up to Boba Fett. "Therapeutic protocols render it imperative that the patient be removed from these unsafe premises at once."
Lying on the pallet, Boba Fett had lapsed back into unconsciousness, either from the crashing impact of the bombing raid or from an anesthetic dose administered by the medical droid. Dengar and Neelah scrambled over the rocks; each took one end of the pallet and lifted, hoisting Fett high enough to carry out into the hiding place"s main chamber.
"Wait a second." After they were clear, Neelah set down her end of the pallet and climbed back into what remained of the subchamber s.p.a.ce. Cracks spidered across its ceiling, showering down more dust and loose stones as the sharp, percussive hammer strokes from above grew louder. Neelah emerged a second later with Boba Fett"s scoured and dented helmet and combat gear; she piled it on top of the unconscious bounty hunter, then grabbed hold of the pallet again. "Okay, let"s go."
They both collapsed in exhaustion when they had reached the safety of the lower, Sarlacc-dug tunnels. The two medical droids fretted over their patient as Dengar and Neelah sprawled back against the fused-smooth walls curving around them. From here, the bombing raid sounded as though it were happening on some other, unluckier world.
"What"s that smell?" Neelah wrinkled her nose as she turned her gaze toward the darkness and the stench of the tunnel"s lower reaches.
Dengar lifted the lantern he had managed to scavenge hastily from the hiding place"s equipment. Its feeble glow extended a few meters into the dark before being swallowed up. "Probably the Sarlacc," he said. "Or what"s left of it. The part that could be seen in the Great Pit of Carkoon was just its head and mouth; it had tentacles extending all through the rock. Some say as far as the edges of the Dune Sea. When our friend here blew out the Sarlacc"s gut"- Dengar pointed with his thumb to Boba Fett on the pallet-"there was a lot of dead beast left rotting down here. You can"t expect something like that to smell too good, you know."
The stench of decay grew worse, as though the vibration of the surface bombing had shaken open a buried pustule. Neelah"s face paled, then she quickly scrambled to her knees and hurried to a farther bend of the tunnel. The sounds of gagging and retching traveled back to Dengar.
She"s not used to this sort of thing, mused Dengar. Or some part of her wasn"t; something held in the darkness and hidden memory inside her. That intrigued him. A mere dancing girl, a pretty servant in the court of Jabba the Hutt, would have gotten accustomed to the smell of death quickly enough; it had pervaded the walls of Jabba"s palace, seeping up from the rancor pit beneath the throne room. Hutts in general liked that smell; it was one of the more loathsome characteristics of their species to revel in a constant olfactory reminder that they were alive and their enemies, and the objects of their lethal amus.e.m.e.nts, were dead and rotting beneath them. That, among other things, was why Dengar had considered employment with the late Jabba or any of the other members of his clan as a choice of last resort. Especially so after Dengar had found Manaroo-and his love for her. How could one return to that being who represented one"s essence, an almost forgotten purity and grace, with the stink of dead, defeated flesh wrapped around oneself? It was impossible.
It seemed impossible for this Neelah to endure as well. She had the temperament of one born to the galaxy"s n.o.bility, a bloodline accustomed to command and the obedience of others. Dengar had noted that, just from the way she had faced him down in their first encounter. Anyone else who had gone through the unsavory rigors of Jabba"s court, followed by unprotected exposure to the Dune Sea, would have quailed before the obvious superiority of Dengar"s strength and weaponry. But some spark of courage inside Neelah had burned even brighter under those conditions, fierce enough to have burned his outstretched hand, if he had dared to touch her.
That aristocratic strain was apparent in the female"s face as well, even darkened and toughened as it was by the lash of the double suns and the scouring of the Dune Sea"s hot, razorlike winds. She"ll be trouble, Dengar already knew. He"d had enough on his hands before she had come along, but with her presence added to the equation, the result was increased exponentially.
Neelah returned, face even paler in the glow from the single lantern. "I"m sorry," she said.
"Don"t be." Dengar gave a shrug. "I"ll be the first to admit that this isn"t the most pleasant neighborhood." He got to his feet. "We might as well see what kind of shape we"re in."
The two medical droids were stationed on either side of Boba Fett"s pallet.
"How"s the patient?"
SHS1-B glanced back at Dengar. "As well as can be expected," the droid said irritably. "Given the dis turbance he"s been put through."
"Hey-" Dengar poked himself in the chest. "Did I order a bombing raid to start up? Don"t blame everything on me."
"That"s not a bad question." Standing beside him, Neelah glanced over the unconscious form of the bounty hunter. "Who did order it?"
"Who knows?" Dengar set the lamp on a shoulder-high outcropping. "This guy"s got major enemies. It was probably one of them."
"Then that would mean somebody knows that he"s alive. Somebody besides us."
That realization snapped together in Dengar"s brain, like a pair of wires that had become disconnected during the tumult. She"s right-somehow the word must"ve gotten out, to somebody for whom it was an important piece of information, that Boba Fett hadn"t died; that breath, however shallow, was still going in and out of his body. Someone wasn"t happy about that. Someone who would send out sufficient explosive force to pulverize an army, just to make sure that there wouldn"t be enough left of Boba Fett to take a breath.
"Somebody was spying on us," said Dengar. He had already eliminated himself as the source of the leak, and he had sworn Manaroo to secrecy. Neelah wasn"t a likely suspect; there had been no place for her to go, no one for her to talk to while she"d been out in the Dune Sea. And she hadn"t left the hiding place since Dengar had taken her in. Maybe somebody from Jabba"s palace, he thought. There had been plenty of scoundrels there, even after Jabba"s death, with the necessary skills for staying unseen while watching the comings and goings out in the wastelands. Especially after losing a lucrative gig with the Hutt, any one of them would be motivated to sell valuable info to the highest bidder. To some agent of the Empire or anybody else who had a big enough grudge against Boba Fett. "That must have been what happened." Dengar nodded slowly. "Somebody saw me taking Fett down into my hiding place."
"Don"t be stupid." Neelah shook her head. "If somebody knew exactly where Fett had been taken, they wouldn"t bother blowing up everything within sight of the Great Pit of Carkoon. One missile, straight down the tunnel entrance, would"ve done the job. Simple and clean." She pointed toward the silent form on the pallet. "If that"s all it took to kill him off, they would have done it the easy way. And the quiet way."
She had a point, Dengar admitted to himself. Boba Fett wasn"t the only one who lived by secrets; the kind of clients he"d had, and enemies he"d made, were the same way. A surgical strike would have eliminated Fett without the risk of drawing attention that a bombing raid entailed. Dengar had heard nothing the last time he"d been talking to his own information sources in Mos Eisley about a contract being put out on Boba Fett. So if anybody was actively gunning for him, they were definitely keeping it quiet.
"Unless," said Dengar, "there"s some other reason for the raid. . . ."
Neelah gave him a withering look. "Do you think there"s some other reason?"
He didn"t bother to answer. Silence filled the tunnel as he looked upward, listening and waiting. "I think we"re all clear now."
"We can go back up?"
"Are you kidding?" Dengar shook his head, then picked up the lantern and directed its light toward the tunnel they had come down. The light picked up the jumbled shapes of the rubble filling the pa.s.sageway. "We"re blocked off. Even if there"s anything left of my hiding place-which is a big if, given the pounding that was going on up there-we couldn"t get to it now. We"ll have to push on, and see if there"s some other way of getting out to the surface."
A shiver of disgust ran across Neelah"s shoulders. The smell of rot was noticeably stronger toward the tunnel"s unlit end.
"Can he travel?" Dengar pointed toward Boba Fett.
"It would be better," said SHSl-B, "from a ther apeutic standpoint, if he were left undisturbed."
"That"s not what I asked."
"I don"t know why you bothered to inquire at all." SHSl-B"s tone was distinctly haughty. "I imagine you"ll do whatever you"re planning on, no matter what le-XE and I tell you."
"Come on." Dengar motioned Neelah over toward the pallet. "These droids don"t know how tough this barve really is."
They managed to lift the pallet, with Dengar taking most of the unconscious figure"s weight into his arms, until the loose gravel shifted under his feet and he saw how strong Neelah actually was; she braced herself and caught the load from toppling to one side. Dengar instructed one of the medical droids to loop the carrying strap of the pallet around his neck. With the lantern"s beam wavering ahead of them, they started downward into the murk and stomach-churning smell.
"How do you know . . ." At the pallet"s back end, Neelah gasped for breath. "How do you know we can get out this way?"
"I don"t," said Dengar simply. "But there"s an air current coming in from somewhere. You can feel it on your face." He glanced over his shoulder at her. The nauseated pallor had diminished slightly; she had gone numb to the smell of the decaying Sarlacc"s carca.s.s, buried beneath whatever was left of its nest under the Great Pit of Carkoon. Neelah took a deep breath, nostrils flared, and only gagged slightly. "Even with the stink," continued Dengar, "I can tell it"s coming from somewhere outside of these tunnels. If we follow it to its source, we might find someplace where we can either crawl out or dig our way to the surface. Or . . ." He gave a shrug. "We won"t. The bombing raid might have collapsed the rest of the tunnels with too much rubble for us to get through. In which case, it"s pretty much over for all of us."
"You sound pretty calm about that possibility."
"What"s my choices? I volunteered for this gig." One corner of Dengar"s mouth lifted in a grim smile. "Later on, when I"m actually dying, I might let myself get a little more emotional about it. In the meantime we might as well save our strength for whatever digging we"re going to have to do." He lifted his end of the pallet higher. "Come on. We might as well find out what it"s going to be."
The two medical droids followed behind. "This goes against all sound therapeutic protocols." SHS1-B voiced its concern again. "We"re not taking responsibility for whatever happens to our patient."
"Absolution." The shorter one trundled with dif ficulty over the tunnel"s rough terrain. "Lack of blame."
"Yeah, right. Whatever." Dengar didn"t look back at the complaining droids. "You"re off the hook." The lantern"s beam faded away into the darkness ahead of him. "Just don"t tell me about it."
"Do you think he"ll be okay?" The worry in Neelah"s voice was audible. "He"s been jostled around quite a bit. Maybe we should let the droids take a look at him-"
"That"s a good idea." Dengar kept on walking down the tunnel"s slope, his hands gripping the corner of the pallet at his back. "That"ll give whoever it is topside lots of time to take another pa.s.s at us."
"Oh." Neelah sounded abashed. "I guess you"re right."
"About this one, I am. We"ll all be better off the sooner we get out of here." He was already thinking about the next time he would see Manaroo. And if he would ever see her again. A lot of his recent decisions, his plans and schemes, were swiftly metamorphosing to regrets. And this could be the last one, he thought as the pallet"s weight combined with that of its unconscious pa.s.senger to dig into Dengar"s hands. Even his sensory perceptions-the tantalizing hint of fresh air against his sweating face-could have been lies and wishes, rather than the simple truth that he was walking through his own tomb.
His doubts faded a bit when the tunnel"s floor leveled beneath his feet; the slope he and Neelah had carried Boba Fett down had extended, through its various twists and turns, at least a hundred yards. That wasn"t enough, Dengar knew, to take them out of the territory of another bombing raid. But he was familiar with the rocky outcroppings of the Dune Sea"s surface all around what had been his hiding place"s entrance; there was a good chance that they had reached a point where the ground"s bones hadn"t been completely atomized. The bombs" impact might even have created new pa.s.sages to the oxygen above, untainted by the stench of the rotting Sarlacc. By now, the smell had gotten bad enough that Dengar could taste it, a nauseating film that had crept down the back of his tongue. . . .
"Look!" Neelah called out from behind him.
Dengar glanced over his shoulder, then in the di rection in which her upraised hand pointed, as she balanced the corner of the pallet against her thigh. The lantern"s beam swept across a slanting heap of broken stone. "I don"t see anything. . . ."
"Turn off the lantern," ordered Neelah.
He thumbed off the power switch. The light had been dim enough that his eyes only took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. Which wasn"t complete: a thread of daylight, clouded with dust motes, drew a jag-edged spot only a few inches from the toes of his boots. Dengar tilted his head back and spotted the cleft in the rocks overhead. The hole looked hardly bigger than the width of his hand.
"This"ll take a little work." Dengar mulled over the situation. He and Neelah had lowered the pallet between themselves. With the lantern switched back on, he studied the wall of crumbled stone nearest the hole. "I can get up there, all right. And so can you; it doesn"t look like that bad a climb." He pointed to Fett. "He"s going to be the problem, though."
"You"ve got a line coil, don"t you?" With a nod of her head, Neelah indicated one of the equipment pouches at Dengar"s waist. "If you could get up there and pry the gap open wider-or if you could get out to the surface-then I could tie a loop around his chest and under his arms, and you could haul him up."
Nothing had been heard from the medical droids for a while as they had straggled along behind Den-gar and Neelah. But now SHSl-B spoke up. "The patient," it protested loudly, "is not in any kind of condition for a maneuver as you"ve described. Very simply, you"ll kill him if you try that."
"Yeah, and if we leave him down here, he"ll be just as dead." Under the best of circ.u.mstances, Den-gar would have gotten tired of the droid"s officious carping. He took out the line and fastened one end to his belt so his hands would be free for climbing. He gave the rest of the coil to Neelah, then nodded toward Boba Fett. "Pull him back a bit so the both of you will be out of the way of whatever I pull down." There was another possibility that Dengar had left unspoken. Specifically, that in trying to widen the light-spilling gap overhead, he"d bring down the entire roof of this underground s.p.a.ce, burying himself and the others under a few tons of rock. The bomb ing raid had left the area in a state of fragile balance; even removing the smallest stone might trigger a collapse of everything surrounding it.
He left the lantern with Neelah, instructing her to point it toward the area around the bright crevice he"d be working on. As he started to climb, fingertips digging into the loose rock, he could hear her dragging the pallet over to the farthest angle of the s.p.a.ce below him.
One stone shifted as he put his hand"s weight on it. The stone came free and tumbled away; he would have followed it, crashing hard down the slope he"d traversed so far, if he hadn"t managed to loop one arm around a larger outcropping just above and to the side of his head. His feet dangled in air for a moment as more of the dislodged stones rattled and slid out from under his boot soles.
"Are you all right?" Dengar heard Neelah"s voice from below as the lantern beam pinned his one hand straining to hold its grip on the outcropping and his other dug in next to it.
"Do I look all right?" The hazard annoyed Dengar more than alarmed him. Without turning his head, he shouted down to Neelah. "Move the light . . . over just a bit. .
The beam shifted as he managed to get more of his weight balanced on the outcropping, his chest pressing against its top ridge. He reached up and grasped the edge of the tiny gap he had spotted from the floor of the tunnel. With a push, it gave way; he flung the stone away as he turned his head to shield his eyes from the gravel and dust raining down.
More daylight spilled down from the Dune Sea"s surface; Dengar could even see, as he tilted his head back, a patch of cloudless sky. We can make it, he thought with relief. Sweat trickled down his neck and across his chest as his free hand yanked out a few more stones jutting into the vertical opening. They fell into darkness, striking the others he had previously torn loose. He was grateful for the fresh air, dry and hot as it was from the suns" pounding temperature, that flooded across his face and into his throat. Anything was better than the stink that filled the caverns and tunnels beneath the surface. . . .
The beam of light suddenly disappeared.
"Hey!" Dengar shouted to Neelah below him. "Swing that light back up here!" The glare of daylight coming down the widened hole wasn"t enough for him to make out the details of the s.p.a.ce"s ceiling; he couldn"t see which rock to grab and pull on next. "I still need it-"
"There"s something down here!" Neelah"s shout echoed off the curved walls of crumbling stone. Her next words were tinged with sudden fear. "Something big!"