Belazir threw back his head and laughed merrily. "No, no. 1 should have specified; never underestimate even a sc.u.muermm enemy. As that dolt does. This station"s two leaders, they have between them a three hundred percent increment upon poor Aragiz"s sum total of wits. He has the technique of a tungfor."
That was a metaphor for the younger Kolnari, who had never seen homeworld. In Kolnar"s seas, there was an animal - more or less an animal - that concentrated the abundant transuranics from seawater in a specialized section of its gut. It sucked in water and sprayed it on the heated chamber that resulted, expelling it behind as steam for proptUsion. Tunglor ma.s.sed in at about the same as the Dreadful Bride, and they attacked by rising from depth at fifty or sixty knots and ramming with their metal-sapphire-fiber prows, never deviating from the shortest course. Belazir"s ancestors had made themselves n.o.bles by hunting tunglor, hunting them to gain plutonium for weapons and powerplants.
"As you do when you take your pleasure," Belazir went on, slapping his companion on the back of the neck in mock reproof.
Serig grinned slyly. "It"s not as if they were women" He omitted the "lord" in this brief instance, speaking man to man. "And how will you take this Channa creature?"
"With slow care, fool, as all true pleasures should be savored: wine, a woman, revenge. And on the Dreadful Bride, when we have left," Belazir said.
Serig raised brows in surprise. "You think her worthy of bearing slaves, lord?" he said.
"Many." The male offspring would be castrated - that was how such as the medico were made-and the females bred back to the Divine Seed. In four or five generations, with careful testing, they could become Kolnari of the lowest caste.
"I will need some pleasure to relax me after our labors," Belazir added.
Serig nodded, needing no further explanation. They would have to destroy and leave for Bethel immediately. The Central Worlds Navy would be all over these stars as soon as they learned of the destruction of SSS-900-C. The Clan would run a long, long way, to wait among unpeopled, unsurveyed systems while they a.s.similated this treasure and bred the strength to use it. Empty systems held raw materials and energy in plenty, if you had the I0ols, and the uni^gerse was unimaginably vast. That voyage would be a giant step nearer the good day when it was the Central Worlds" sc.u.mvermin who were the scattering of fugitives, and the Divine Seed the power that bred and covered world upon world upon world. A long, if necessary, flight would be tedious.
"So, leave me," Belazir said. "See to the preparations for the transports. Now I will speak with the two sc.u.mvermin."
Their Kolnari guards seemed incapable of letting them just walk through a doorway. The prisoners were always propelled over the threshold with a hearty shove. Thus far Channa and Amos had managed to keep their feet, which seemed to inspire ever more energetic pushing. Channa wondered if the two guards bet money on which of them would stumble first Such treatment irritated her and it must infuriate Amos beyond endurance, since he was born n.o.ble among a ceremonious people.
The last door gave onto the nature deck, one of the jewels of the SSS-900-C. Amos straightened then, almost smiling. The deck covered several hundred hectares; lakes, several small wooded areas, and meadows. A stream wandered from savannah to a miniature rain forest, through prairie and into the softly informal confines of a cla.s.sic country-house garden, here by the entrance. Herons stalked through the reeds by the river, alert for the fish that leaped after dragonflies. The smell was overwhelmingly green. Off in the middle distance, a herd of small deer browsed.
Amu McCoffrey 6? SM. Stirling The air was full of birdsong. Normally there were parties of picnickers and the shouts of children. Now a plasma gun swung down before them.
"Wait the Great Lord"s pleasure, sc.u.mvermin," the amplified voice of the Kolnar said^, Ok-oh, Channa thought, with a sinking stomach. That sounds bad. She and Amos had discussed what to do under interrogation, but she had doubts about his ability to keep control of his temper.
As for me, FU live through what I have to. And Ptt dance on their graves, she thought grimly. She had been one of the first to take the new virus.
"Buck up, kid," Simeon"s voice whispered in her inner ear. It had the odd gravelly tone he adopted in tense moments. "Remember, I"ve got no fixed sensors in there, so the implants will have to do. I"m with you, and I"ll give a running translation of anything the pirates say in their jabber. Okay? And from the structure of their language, the phrase they just used means something like "front and center.""
"Got it," she subvocalized.
They jumped back against the wall smardy when a Kolnari bossman came through, looking as if he would rather walk over them. For a moment, Channa thought it was Belazir, and then caught the few subde differences which told her he was not. Simeon"s voice confirmed it Serig followed, a minute later. They both cast their eyes down, to avoid showing the raw desire to kill they shared.
"Now, sc.u.mvermin," the guard said.
"Ohhhhh, am I getting sick of hearing that word," Channa subspoke.
"You and me and Simeon-Amos both," Simeon agreed. The Bethelite had the b.u.t.ton in his ear, but he hadn"t been able to train a subvocal level that was inaudible. The Kolnari didn"t hear all that well at the margins of audibility and had no reason to use sensitive hearing devices.
Belazir had set up his command post beneath a huge oak tree. He lolled at his ease on a reclining chair, a wreath of fresh wildflowers adorned his hair, dappled shade moving on his sleek skin and the priceless silks of his clothing. On one side of him was a mobile console and a table scattered with notescreens, printouts, small pieces of equipment Also some artwork which Simeon recognized, garnered from galleries and the museum.
One piece Channa did not remember and the brain could not name, a flamboyant carving in some bone or ivory of a... submarine with fangs? jet-propelled spearjish* Whatever, it had the same air of ruthless speed that a striking hawk might "Ah, your eyes light on the tunglor," Belazir said affably. As always, the sheer physicalpresence of the man struck her like a blow. "From homeworld... Kolnar."
The guard behind them reached out an arm to force them down.
"No, to one knee will do," Belazir said easily. His Standard was better, even in these few days. "Do you wish refreshment?"
He waved to his other side to the table where food and bottles of wine rested, patently supplied by the Perimeter Restaurant The young waitress was from the Perimeter, too, although there she had worn clothes.
"No, Master and G.o.d," Amos and Charma said in meek unison.
Belazir smiled and held out his hand. The waitress put a water-gla.s.s tumbler of Mart"an"s famous apricotbrandy liqueur into it. He drank it off in ten long swallows and Channa knew a moment"s wild hope.
Simeon"s voice was sour. "No joy," he sent. "I checked with Chaundra. They metabolize ethanol so fast he"ll only be mildly buzzed.** "Well," the pirate said in that voice like a bronze bell that purred. "There is business. The matter of the attack on the Divine Seed of Kolnar."
"He"s not too upset, I think," Simeon told them. "Heartbeat absolutely Kolnar-normal, no pupil dilation. Got an idea the victims may have been from one of the other ships. Play it polite-firnj."
"Lord and G.o.d," Channa saii "The criminals will be found and punished."
Subvocal from Simeon: "You hit hisfurmybone with that, Happy. He"s killing himself laughing mside."
Channa went on. "I"ve made several general broadcasts calling for obedience, Master and G.o.d."
"So you have. I notice,joo, that it is always you and not your companion... colleague?"
"Simeon-Amos is -" Channa fell silent as the Kolnari"s hand indicated that Simeon-Amos should answer.
"I am the junior, Master and G.o.d," Amos said, eyes fixed on the ground.
"Look at me, Simeon-Amos." The stares met for long seconds. Then Belazir gestured again, turning his attention back to Channa. "Well and good. As we expect to hold the station in our fist for some time, these acts of stupidity must cease."
"Lying through his teeth, babe."
"You sent messages desiring audience, Channahap," Belazir went on. He rose, like a black fountain tipped with white gold, the loose sleeves floating back from his arms like wings. He looked down from his near two meters of height. "Continue."
"Master and G.o.d," she said, in a tone as empty of any but the formal semantic content as she could make it, "your troops fornicate like -" she paused to search for a word "- rotweilers."
"Big chuckle at that one, Charmie." Simeon was furious.
Belazir crossed his arms. "Why does this not seem complimentary?"
Channa looked up at him. "They bite," she said emotionlessly, covering her disgust, "all the time."
"Then the sc - the chosen ones should not resist their fete," Belazir said. "It is our custom when we meet resistance."
"They don"t resist!" Channa said sharply, then managed a taut smile. "Should we bite back?"
A rustle went throijgh the line of armored troops behind Belazir and the duster of officers with feathers and jewels in their hair. The n.o.ble silenced them with a toss of his head.
"I would not recommend it," he said sardonically. "The custom to which I refer is that of enjoying the fruits of victory. A most ancient custom, surely, even you must know of it? Make another of your speeches. Outline their duties. A hard, sincere effort to please. Then they shall be caressed as they labor, not savaged."
"Master and G.o.d, when you bruise the fruit too much, it goes bad! The problem is that I have a hundred people in sickbay being sewn back together and under medication due to human bites and various other wounds. Initially, there were three hundred sick to begin with, not counting the ones who"ve been flogged."
"Are they injured?"
No, apart from shaking and crying and waking up with nightmares, she thought The Kolnari had a whip that did something to the nervous system. "Master and G.o.d -" however she tried, she couldn"t quite keep the sarcasm out of that"- the problem involves vital work positions which are left empty. This isn"t a planet It doesn"t run itself. Everything has to be done without error. Fatigue leads to error, error leads to failure, and failure can lead to death. I cannot do the impossible, order me however you want"
"Now that," he said, "is the wrong tone." Suddenly he was much closer, and took her chin between thumb and forefinger. "Entirely. Do you understand, Channahap?"
"Yes," she murmured, "yes, I understand." Time seemed to slow.
He smiled. "Excellent. However, your remarks, if not the manner in which they were delivered, are reasonable. I shall give orders that my troops be... gentler with their slaves. After you have emphasized the proper att.i.tude toward their duties."
Channa"s eyes widened.
He actually laughed this time~"Yes," he a.s.sured her, "that, too, is our custom. Those of you that please us or are useful will leave this place on our ships." He watched her absorb this privilege.
"Walk with me," he sa;& putting a hand under her arm. She jerked slightly at the contact, like the touch of a live conductor.
Amos started to follow. A servo-powered gauntlet closed down on his skull, so gently that it would not have cracked an egg. A duplicate of the one that had crushed his sister"s skull. Wind blew through the trees above them, making the leaves move in a dance that contrasted to the stillness of the humans below.
"A strange way to spend so much effort," Belazir said, as he nodded to the landscape around them. A chuckle pa.s.sed his lips. "Preferable to expend effort and strength on this than on weapons."
"Who does he think buiU his ships and the weapons they"re carrying* " Simeon whispered in her ear.
Channa shrugged in answer to both.
"Still, it is beautiful," he said. His hand traced the back of her neck, lightly enough that the pads of his fingers just touched the hairs. She shivered involuntarily.
"I am not Serig," he added, stroking the fingers down her spine and away. "This is like Earth, is it not?"
"Mosdy," Channa said. Unconsciously she tilted her head to one side away from Belazir as Simeon gave her the relevant information. "A few of the plants and organisms are from Rigel 4, but they"re compatible."
"Like looking back into the past," he said. They stopped, out of sight of the tables. He looked up into the sky. "Computer," he said. "Night."
The constellations of Earth"s northern hemisphere blazed out, as they had not in reality since men learned to bend electricity to light.
"Yes," t"Marid sakl, looking upward at the false sky. "Very beautiful, but it seems too much openness. As if a body might fell upward and be sucked out into limitless s.p.a.ce."
Well, a weakness, she thought. Many s.p.a.ceborn were slightly agoraphobic. That could be useful, if Belazir had been s.p.a.ceborn.
She thought a smile appropriate. "The sensation is called vertigo. I"ve occasionally experienced it myself when planet-side. I was born and raised on a s.p.a.ce station, so I feel more comfortable under a ceiling."
"Something of that," he admitted. "But also... Computer. Night on Kolnar. From Maridapore."
Channa gasped in shock at the change. The dark sky overhead vanished. In its place was a glowing mooncolored cloud full of colored lights from horizon to horizon. She blinked, then realized the light was not that much more brilliant than the Terran sky. Yet this phenomenon was not a sky: it was a ceilmg across heaven.
"A dozen times full Luna brightness," Simeon supplied.
Off to the north, auroras circled and moved, scrolls vaster than worlds, electric blue and white and pearl. Beneath them, on the horizon, a volcano was a glowing firestorm spout, powered by its own natural fission reactor. Something gigantic and winged slid across the alien constellations. Smaller things pursued it, diving and tearing as it fluted an intricate song of grief.
"I have never seen this sky," he said thoughtfully. "Not really. Not even a simulation as good as this." He issued a second command and the Earth night returned. "This is more restful."
"Ah ... The birds won"t like it if you change day to night like this," Channa said. "You"d better set it back when you leave. Master and G.o.d," she added absently.
He looked at her in astonished amus.e.m.e.nt. "The birds won"t like it?" he said. "Ghannahap, you are a wonder. The birds won"t like iff*the insects will be disturbed ... does this matter?"
"We brought them here, to a totally unnatural environment If we expect them to thrive, then it"s our responsibility to provide them with whatever they need. They"re a part offill this," she said gesturing widely. "Without the birds and the insects, this would be sterile, a lifeless tableau. So we have to be mindful of their needs."
He nodded. "I shall leave it on night setting and dawn shall be in twelve hours. Things have changed here. Even the birds must realize it"
Channa had no reply for that bit of arrogance.
"That is the supreme law, of course," he went on, "for Earth, for Kolnar, for the universe."
She made an interrogative sound.
"Adapt! Master changing circ.u.mstance, or die unbred. The Seed - the genes, you would say - are the reality that underlies all this. Taking energy from the Dead World, growing in complexity and adaptation. All this," and, with a swift movement of his hand, he caught a dragonfly by its legs for a second, then released it, "is waves on the surface. Beneath is the Seed, seeking to replicate itself. All beings, all mind, all war and trade and art and science, mere waves on the changeless sea." He smiled kindly. "And fittest of all, of course, is the Divine Seed of Kolnar. Of that Seed, fittest is the High Clan. Which is why you long for union with it, for such immortality."
"I disagree. Lord and G.o.d."
"No, you do not Your mind may, but that is merely the vehicle of the ... gene. Watch, when we return.
Your Simeon-Amos will be enraged. Naturally enough, for he suspects the immortality you offer is to be taken from his seed." He sighed and turned back towards the tables, hidden behind a line of trees. She trotted to keep pace, although he did not seem to hurry. "Enough of pleasant idleness and ]-hilosophizing. To work!"
"Simeon, why do all my Prince Charmings turn out to be toads?" Channa subvocalized. Amos stood stiff and withdrawn beside her on the people mover as it slid down the corridor. "Is he really jealous? Under these circ.u.mstances, that"s ridiculous!" ,; "/("5 also maybe involuntary. Your girl goes walking m the woods with Lucifer, chattmguup..."
"Absurd!"
"Beats me, Channa. But FU never, ribbit, turn onya. Ribbit!"
"Or turn me on, either. It"s nice to know someone is still safe to be with."
Whoa! Kick me again, Channa, I think some of my ego is still unbruised.
"That is the scariest son of a b.i.t.c.h I"ve ever had the misfortune to meet," she said. Amos nodded silently.
"Simeon-Amos?"
"Yes, Channa?"
"Hold me, would you?" His arm went around her, and she melted into die firm supportive warmth of his side. "Thank you," she said.
"For what?" His tone was light "For not really being green and warty or eating flies."
"Ah, guys?" This time Simeon"s voice came to both of them. "I just figured something out"
"What?" Amos said.
"Bad news about Bethel."
The Bethelite stiffened again, his face drawing in lines that showed what he might look like on his deathbed, in the currently unlikely event that he would live to die of old age.
"What?" Amos repeated, this time as a command.