"You"re brainwashed." She shook her head, gestured with a ring heavy hand at the city beyond the walls. "The Summers will gather here in the city for the Festival a" here on our ground. All we need is something that will take them unawares ... like an epidemic. One that we Winters are fortunately immune to, thanks to the miracle of off world medicine."
Starbuck"s face twisted. "You mean ... you could do that? Would a" ?"
"Yes, and yes! Are you still so bound to those ignorant, superst.i.tious barbarians that you aren"t willing to sacrifice a few of them for the future of this world? They play right into the hands of the off worlders there"s a conspiracy between them to oppress us-Winter a" the people who want to make this world a free partner hi the Hegemony. And they"ve succeeded, for a millennium! Do you want them to go on succeeding, forever? Isn"t it time we had our turn?"
"Yes! Buta""
"But nothing. Offworlders, Summers a" what have they ever done for you, either of them, but betray you, abandon you?" She watched the words work in the dark corners of his soul that she had probed so thoroughly.
"Nothing." His mouth was like a knife slash. "You"re right ... they deserve it, for what they"ve a" done." His hands closed over his belt, like claws sinking into flesh. "But how can you arrange a thing like that, without the Blues finding it out?"
"The Source will handle it. He"s arranged other accidents of fate for me; even one that happened to the last Commander of Police." She watched Starbuck"s eyes widen. "This is on a somewhat larger scale; but then, for the possession of your take from this final Hunt, I"m sure he"ll see that the task is done efficiently. He"s an honorable man, after his fashion."
"But it"ll have to happen before the final ships go. Won"t the Blues still trya""
"With the Prime Minister here, and the Gate closing? They"ll run; they"ll leave us in chaos, thinking that without them we"ll end up in the sea anyway. I know them ... I"ve studied them for a century and a half."
He let his resistance out in a sigh. "You know them better than they know themselves."
"I know everyone that way." She rose from her chair, letting his arms come around her at last. "Even you."
"Especially me." He breathed the words against her ear, kissing her neck, her throat. "Arienrhod ... you have my body; I"d give you my soul if you"d take it."
She touched a b.u.t.ton on the desk, opening a door into a more appropriate room. Thinking, with sorrow, I already have, my love.
Chapter 26.
"Got warm bodies registering down there someplace, Inspector." The pilot, TierPardee, roused from his usual truculent silence with rare animation. "Looks right for humans. Along that rift to the left; there"s bush for cover."
"Using any power?" Gundhalinu stuck the Old Empire novel into a pocket of his heavy coat, leaned forward in his seat, the patrol craft shoulder harness pressing the side of his throat. At last, some action ... He peered out through the windshield, scanning with inadequate human eyes for a trace of what their all-seeing equipment saw. They had been tracking this party of thieves for a day and a half after the raid on the star port The trail had been muddled at the start, but it had been steadily getting fresher. The list of things missing included a crate containing a portable heavy-duty beamer that belonged to the police; he wondered how in h.e.l.l they had managed to get access to that. The nomads were not usually well armed, which was why their raids depended on stealth and avoided confrontation. But they were as pitiless and unsubtle as the stark black-and-white land that sheltered them, and they had killed almost casually the handful of off worlders who had gotten in their way. He meant to make sure this acquisition didn"t change their method of operation.
He glanced down at the readout on the panel again, to make his own a.s.sessment, as TierPardee sang out, "Yes, sir! We"ve finally nailed "em, Inspector, they"ve got snow skimmers down there." TierPardee laughed gleefully. "I"ll take us in low and scare the p.i.s.s out of them; ought to be no trouble picking the Mother lovers off after that, right, sir?"
Gundhalinu opened his mouth to make a skeptical response just as his eyes found the next readout, just as it suddenly glared red-red warning a" "Get us the h.e.l.l out of here now!"
He reached across TierPardee"s amazed and sluggish body, jerked the control bar back and around into a steeply climbing turn. He felt the bar tremble and fight his control. "Come on ..."
"Inspector, what thea"" TierPardee never finished it, as the hidden bolt of directed energy caught them from below and punched them out of the sky.
Gundhalinu had a brief, whorled image of black-white-blue photo printed indelibly on his brain; giddy free fall spun him like a lottery wheel before the craft"s stabilizers reintegrated and stopped their nightmare tumbling. But not their fall a" they were dead hi the air, dropping down like a stone through a soundless dive that would end with them dead on the ground. His hand stretched instinctively to press the restart b.u.t.ton; he pushed it again and again, his numbed brain acknowledging at last the reason why there was no response: the beamer had slagged the shielding on the power unit, and there was nothing he could do. Nothing a" TierPardee sat gaping like a plastic dummy, making a sound that at first he mistook for laughter. The sky disappeared, he saw the rumpled cloud-surface of the snow and the jutting black fangs of the naked cliff leap up to meet them...
They hit the snow before they hit the cliff, and that was all that saved them. The snow plowed up in a cushion of blinding white, absorbing the impact that still threw him forward so hard his helmet warped the pliant windshield.
For a long time he lay without moving, doubled over in the embrace of the harness; listening to bells, unable to focus his eyes or even make a sound. Knowing that there was something important he must say, must warn a" but it wouldn"t take form in his mouth or even his mind. The cabin felt hot to him, which struck him as strange because they were buried hi snow. Buried. Buried. Dead and? He shut his eyes. Something stank. His eyes hurt... The air. The air was going bad, smelled like buried a" like burning.
His eyes watered; he opened them again. Burning insulation. That was it. The avalanche of snow was slushing, slipping down outside the windows. "Pardee. Overload. Gedoud." The words ware unintelligible even to him. He shook TierPardee, but the patrolman"s eyes stayed shut, and he hung forward across the straps unmoving. Gundhalinu struggled with his own harness latch, finally set himself free. He tried the door; it was still blocked shut by snow. He beat against it with his fist, uselessly, while every blow fed back through his bones into his throbbing head. At last he wedged himself sideways and shoved with his feet, threw all his returning strength and his fear into it. The door began to give, a centimeter at a time, until at last it sprang upward on its own, half dumping him out into the snow.
He landed on his knees in a puddle of slush, shocked by the sudden a.s.sault on his aching body of painful heat and cold. He pulled himself up the side of the craft, forcing his rubber legs to lock and support him, separating the sinister heat of the power unit going critical from the icy embrace of the wind. He had to get TierPardee out and as far away as he could before the patroller turned into a star.
He leaned into the cabin; but something caught his collar, jerked him away and back into the snow again. Not bells, this time, but the ugly music of human laughter echoing off the cliff face; ugly, because he knew it was directed at him. He rolled over, pushed up onto his knees to face his tormenters a" saw with no surprise at all the white parkas and leggings, half a dozen pale, amorphous faces half obscured by slitted wooden goggles, like the bulging eyes of a family of insectoids. But these were human, all right a" nomadic Winter pfalla herders turned thieves by opportunity, who had shed their bright, traditional clothing for the antiseptic camouflage of arctic commandos. A blow on the back ended his a.s.sessment as he sprawled forward into the snow; he felt someone roll him onto his side and deftly disarm him. There was a whoop of triumph as the bearded male held his stunner up like a prize.
Gundhalinu sat up, wiping snow from his face, forgetting the indignity of his position in the urgency of his need. "That"s going to blow a" !" He pointed, not sure how much they would understand. "Help me get him out of there; there"s not much time!" He climbed to his feet, relieved at the murmur of consternation that ran through the group. He started back toward the patrol craft but another of the nomads had gotten there first, and straightened holding TierPardee"s gun, grinning satisfaction. "He"s good for nothing, that one a" this"s all I found. It"s too hot in there; forget about it." The roving muzzle of the stunner suddenly targeted Gundhalinu"s chest. "Zap, you"re paralyzed, Blue!" A high-pitched adolescent giggle escaped from the m.u.f.fled figure.
Gundhalinu stopped, looking past the teenager and the filamented muzzle of the gun. "He"s not dead, he"s hurt! He"s alive; we"ve got to get him out of therea"" His breath rose up white in his face.
But the man who had taken his own gun and another man caught him by the arms at a sharp command. They began to drag him back away from the craft. The teenager strutted behind him, on snowshoes like the rest, giggling again as his boots broke through the snow crust and he floundered.
"No! You can"t do this; he"s alive, d.a.m.n you, he"ll be burned alive in there!"
"Then be glad you"re only watching, and not joining him." The first man grinned at his side. They forced him to go with them as far as the outcropping of fallen rock where they had hidden their snow skimmers. They all stopped then, and turned back, crouching down to watch. The two men still held his arms locked between them, forcing him to keep his feet as they made him turn with the rest. He could see the distant patrol craft melted clear of snow now, and a dull glow spreading over its crumpled frame. He looked up into the sky, filling his eyes with the blue of heaven, and prayed to the G.o.ds of eight separate worlds that TierPardee would never know what was happening to him now.
But the sky was empty, and in the empty white silence of the frozen Winter world a sun ball of searing light burned his sight away and the blast that followed obliterated all his other senses.
Consciousness followed pain back into his aching body; he lay propped against a boulder while the nomads shuffled and muttered and pointed past him in subdued awe. One of them laughed nervously. Memory came back to him and he remembered why they were laughing ... he leaned over and vomited into the trampled snow.
"They send you to kill us, and you can"t even stomach the sight of death!" One of the nomads stood over him and spat. The spittle landed on the heavy cloth of his uniform coat; he watched it begin to freeze. He looked up, aware of how the cold air burned as his lungs sucked it in, aware of the fact that he had just been spat upon by a barbarian, by an old hag with a face like fishnet, who wasn"t fit to touch the lowest Uncla.s.sified on Kharemough.
He pulled himself up the rock, clumsy with stiffness and cold, until he could stand looking down at her. He said, his voice brittle with fury, "You are all under arrest, for murder and robbery. You will return with me to the star port to face charges." Hearing the words, he could not quite believe that he had really said them.
The old woman stared at him incredulously, burst into obscene, frost-clouded laughter, wrapping her arms around her. The rest of the bandits began to close in around him, having lost interest in their first victim now that he no longer existed. "You hear him?" She poked an arthritic claw at his face delightedly. "You hear what this sniveling foreigner with the dirty skin says to us? That he thinks we"re under arrest! What do you think of that?" She swept her hand away again.
"I think he must be crazy." One of the men grinned; Gundhalinu thought that there were three men and one other woman ... guessed that the adolescent was female, too, but he wasn"t sure. This d.a.m.ned world turned civilized behavior upside down until he couldn"t judge anything by standards he knew.
But there was one thing he understood clearly enough a" that he was not going to get out of his alive. They were going to kill him next. The realization made him dizzy; he pressed back against the rock for support. He watched them push up their goggles to get a better look at him, and saw no mercy in the pale-ringed, sky-colored eyes. One of them fingered the sleeve of his coat; he jerked his arm away.
"What"re we going to do with this one, huh?" The teenager elbowed one of the men aside for a better look. "Can I have him? Oh, let me have him, Ma!" The stunner pointed him out again. He realized she was speaking to the old woman. "For my collection."
He had a sudden vision of his own mutilated head jammed on a stake, like a piece of meat in some grisly charnel-house freezer. His stomach knotted again; he pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. G.o.ds! ... oh, G.o.ds, not like that. If I have to die let it be clean ... let it be quick.
"Shut up, brat," the crone said sharply. The girl made a face behind her back.
"I say kill him now, shaman," the other woman said. "Kill him ugly. Then the other foreigners will be afraid to come out here any more."
"If you kill me they"ll never stop coming after you!" Gundhalinu took a step forward, saw two knives come out of hidden sheaths. "You can"t murder a police inspector and get away with it. They"ll never stop until they find you." He knew he was saying it only to comfort himself, because it wasn"t true. He felt the lameness of the lying words, knew that the others felt it, too. He began to shiver.
"And who"s ever going to know what happened?" The old crone grinned again; her teeth were flawless, as white as the snow. He wondered, absurdly, whether they were false. "We could throw your corpse down a crack and the ice would grind up your bones. Not even all your G.o.ds will ever find where you lie!" Abruptly she brought up the thing hanging at her back and jammed it into his chest, driving him back against the boulders with a grunt of surprise. "You think you can hunt us down on our own land, foreigner? I"m the Mother. The earth is my lover, the rocks and the birds and the animals are my children. They speak to me, I know their language." The opacity of madness made porcelain of her eyes. "They tell me how to hunt a hunter. And they want an offering, they want a reward."
Gundhalinu looked down at the long, bright metal tube that pinned him against the icy rock, recognized a police-issue electron torch before his eyes blurred out of focus again. He stood up with rigid dignity, controlling his physical responses by an effort of will, as the old hag backed slowly away. The others moved with her, out of range of the energy backwash; leaving him alone in a circle of eddied snow. His mouth hurt, his lungs ached from the frigid air. Every breath now might be his last, but in his mind he saw no playback of life scenes, no profound revelation of universal truth in his final moment nothing; there was nothing at all...
The old woman raised the torch, and pressed the trigger.
Gundhalinu swayed with the shock of the blow that did not fall; opened eyes that he didn"t remember closing, in time to see the woman press the trigger again and again, with no result. She muttered furiously, shaking it; curses of frustration circled the fence of leering witnesses.
He moved forward unsteadily, holding out his hands. "Here a" let me fix that for you."
Amazement came back into the washed-out blue eyes; she jerked the torch out of his reach.
He stood patiently with his hands extended, palm up. "It"s jammed. Happens all the time. I can fix it, if you"ll let me."
She frowned, but her expression shifted subtly again, and she made a small gesture with her head. He was aware of two stunners directed at him now, aware that he would never get away with an escape attempt. She thrust the torch into his hands. "Fix it then, if you"re so eager to die." The tone suggested that she thought he had lost his mind; he wondered if he had.
He kneeled down, sinking back, feeling the bite of the snow as it soaked through the cloth of his pants leg. He balanced the torch across his thigh, pulled off his gloves and unsnapped the tool pouch he wore at his belt. He withdrew a hair-fine magnetized rod and inserted it into the opening at the base of the torch handle, began to probe the hidden mechanisms with gentle confidence. His sweating hands stuck to the frozen metal as he worked; he scarcely noticed. Feeling his way along unseen paths, he came at last to the crucial crossroads and separated the two components that had locked together. He withdrew the probe again carefully, grateful that the problem was only what he had expected. He put the probe away in its place, wondering why he bothered, and held the torch out to the old woman. He met her eyes without expression. "That ought to do it. You shouldn"t steal our toys unless you know how to take care of them."
She jerked the torch out of his hands, taking a layer of epidermis with it. He grimaced, but his hands were like wood, senseless, useless already. Like his face; like his brain. He got up, letting his gloves drop at his feet. At least he had proven his superiority over these savages, at least now he could die cleanly, with honor, executed by a superior weapon.
But she did not aim the torch at him this time. Instead she turned, bracing it against her, and took aim at the stand of evergreen shrubs below the cliff wall. She fired; he heard the electric crackle of the beam and a small explosion as a solitary tree-shrub burst into flame. Shouts of approval rose around him, and the eagerness for death came back into the wild, pitiless faces.
The crone shuffled around toward him with the torch. "You did a good job, foreigner," smiling without any humanity.
He watched the blazing tree from the corner of his eye. The smoke collected against the cliff wall; the smell of the burning wood was pungently alien. But burned human flesh smelled like any other seared meat... "I"m a Kharemoughi. I can repair any piece of equipment made, blindfolded. That"s what makes us more than just animals."
"But you"ll die like any of us, foreigner! Do you really want to die?"
"I"m ready to die." He stood straighter; his whole body seemed to belong to someone else now.
She raised the torch, her arms trembling faintly with the effort of supporting it. Her hand closed over the trigger and her eyes probed his face, wanting him to break down and beg for his life. But he would die before he gave them that satisfaction ... and he knew that he would die anyway.
"Kill him. Kill him!" The voices began to rise with the watchers" impatience. He glanced distractedly at the ring of faces, saw on the teenager"s face an expression he couldn"t name.
"No." The old woman let the tube drop, grinning with hideous spite. "No, we won"t kill him; we"ll keep him. He can repair the equipment we steal from his people at the star port "He"s dangerous, shaman!" one of the men said, angry with frustration. "We don"t need him."
"I say he lives!" the hag snarled. "He wants to die a" look at him! A man who"s not afraid to die is crazy, and it"s bad luck to kill a crazy man." She still grinned at him, with self-aware mockery.
Gundhalinu felt his fatalistic stupor clear as he finally understood: They were not going to give him a clean death. They were going to make him their slave... "No, you filthy animals!" He threw himself at the old woman, at the torch. "Kill me, d.a.m.n you! I won"ta""
She brought the tube of the torch up instinctively and hit him in the face with it. Gundhalinu fell back into a snowdrift, blood burning on his skin, pain rattling in his head like a scream. He spat a mouthful of blood and a tooth into the snow, sat moaning behind his frozen hands as the nomads began to drift away from him. He heard the old woman giving orders, but not what she said; not caring, not caring about anything.
"Here ... put on your gloves, stupid." The teenager stood over him; waved them in his face. He pulled back, tried to ignore her as he scooped up a handful of snow and packed it into his torn mouth.
"Blue!" This time it was TierPardee"s stunner shoved into his face. "Blue-boy, you better listen to me!" She tossed the gloves onto his stomach.
He pulled them on slowly, over senseless fingers iced with blood. The thought of being stunned helpless, dragged to a sled and dumped aboard like a crate of spare parts was unendurable. He must bear himself with all the dignity he could, until he found a way out of this nightmare ... some way, any way.
Something dropped over his helmet, slithered down his face like a snake to settle around his neck. He looked up, startled, and the noose tightened against his throat. The girl laughed at his expression; the other end of the rope wrapped her mittened hand. She let it swing loose, standing arrogantly akimbo in front of him. "Good boy. Ma says she wants your hands. But she says I get the rest of you, for my zoo." She pushed her goggles down, half hiding her narrow, k.n.o.bby face. "My pet Blue." She laughed again, jerked suddenly on the rope. "Come on, Blue! And you better come quick."
Gundhalinu climbed hastily to his feet, floundered after her through the snow to the waiting skimmers. Knowing that even though they hadn"t killed him he was still a dead man; because in that moment his world had come to an end.
Chapter 27.
Moon looked past the back of Elsevier"s heavily padded seat, straining against the arm of her own seat to see out of the LB"s shielded window. Tiamat lay in their view like a rising moon, but infinitely more beautiful to her inner eye. Home a" she was coming home, and it was hard not to believe that time had turned itself inside out: that she would find everything as it had been, even as it should have been, when that circle of cloud-limned blue below her expanded and filled once more with the endless sea. But even if it was not the world she had lost, she knew now that she would find the way ... she would find the way to change it back, "Shields green?"
"Ya."
She listened to Elsevier"s murmured queries, Silky"s monosyllabic responses, the comforting rhythm of a ritual repeated countless times before. Their entry into Tiamat"s atmosphere was neither as painful nor as terrifying as their leaving of it; that outward journey seemed now as though it had happened to someone else. She listened with only half her mind, the other half roaming from past to future, sidestepping the uncertainty of their perilous present. Nothing could go wrong now, nothing would. She had pa.s.sed through the Black Gate; she was meant to do this.
But Elsevier had radioed an incredulous Ngenet before they broke orbit, only to learn that he could no longer meet them at Shotover Bay; that he had lost his hovercraft five years ago, after their last abortive landing. This time they must take the greater risk of approaching his own plantation on the coast south of Carbuncle; there was no one else to whom Elsevier would trust their final landing.
Elsevier had been a" fading, it was the only word Moon could put to the subtle metamorphosis she had witnessed since they had come through the Gate. She had tried to learn what was wrong, but Elsevier had refused to answer; and without any lessening of tenderness, withdrawn into herself and closed Moon out.
Moon was hurt and puzzled, until the time when the Twins began to dominate the ship"s viewscreens. And then she saw at last that this was what Elsevier had been looking toward, preparing for: The end that would come with Moon"s fresh beginning. The final parting from the life she had known, the final parting from the ship that held half a lifetime"s bittersweet memories. The final parting from the surrogate daughter who could have given her a new life to replace the one she was leaving behind, but who instead had only given her a deeper loss to endure.
A vast pseudo-sea of boundless cloud was blanketing their view of the sea now, as they dropped lower and lower, plummeting through the sapphire upper air. Soon ... soon they would break the cloud surface, soon she would see their destination, the long unbroken line of the western continental coast where Ngenet"s plantation lay a" and Carbuncle.
"... Ratio is up one and a a" Silky! We"re in the spotlight! Shift power to rear shields, there"s lightning coma""
A blaze of blue-white light put out the sky ahead, sent daggers into Moon"s eyes; the metal pod shuddered around herA jarring her teeth. No, no; it can"t be!
"Oh, G.o.ds!" Elsevier cried out, in something that was closer to anger than despair. "They"ve tracked us down! We"re locked in, we"ll never geta""
Another explosion burst around them ... a stretch of silence followed. It was broken as the radio abruptly came to life on its own. "... Surrender now or be destroyed. We have you in our beam. You will not escape."
"Losinga"" The third explosion tore away the name of what had been lost, and Moon"s own questioning cry. The fourth gave them no more time; the instrument panel sparked and shrilled abuse, overloading their dazzled senses. f "Cutting power!" She heard Elsevier"s voice break; the words barely penetrated her ringing ears. "... only hope ... think we"re already deada"" The cabin went black with the suddenness of death, but Moon"s blinking eyes recaptured the light of the outer air; saw the limitless blue, white, and golden fantasy fields of heaven obliterate as they broke into the surface of the clouds. She clung to the edge of her seat, counting every beat of her heart; realizing with each reaffirmation of her own life that there had not been another explosion yet a" the one that, utterly defenseless now, they would never even see.
They fell out of the clouds again, as abruptly as they had fallen into them. She saw the sea at last, rolling beneath them, an ocean of molten pewter. Raindrops spattered and blurred across the wide window, smearing the view of sea and sky like tears. And they were still alive. The LB dropped through a flattening arc, like a sling stone skimming an infinite pond. Elsevier and Silky worked in silence at the controls. Moon kept silence with them, her voice cowering in her throat, making the only contribution she could.
"Now, Silky; emergency systems ona""
The smoke-gray cone above Moon"s seat dropped unexpectedly over her, cutting off Elsevier"s voice beginning a distress call, and her last view of the rising sea surface, ice-white and iron-gray. She was immobilized against her seat by a cushion of expanding air, lay unresisting a" unable to resist a" as her helplessness became total. After an eternity of antic.i.p.ation, the coming together of metal sphere and iron-gray sea rang dimly through her, like a blow falling on someone else, in astounding anticlimax.
And after another brief eternity the cushion shrivelled away from her, the smoky pod lifted. She threw off the restraining straps and pulled herself forward out of her seat to stand between the pilots" couches. The gray shield was still rising above Silky"s seat; he shook his head in a very human gesture of befuddlement. Before her the sea b.u.t.ted against the port with furious indignation; droplets of icy water seeped through the shatter-frost that impact had etched over the reinforced transparent wall. The very structure of the LB heaved under her feet, and the crash of the angry water was loud around them.
The hood hung firmly in place above Elsevier"s seat; as though it had never-Moon looked down suddenly at Elsevier"s face, afraid to see, unable to look away.
A track of red traced the ebony of Elsevier"s upper lip, but she looked up, resting her head against the seat back. "It"s nothing, my dear ... only a nosebleed ... I had to finish my message. Ngenet"s coming." She shut her eyes, gasping shallowly, as though gravity"s heavy hand still crushed her... had already crushed her. She sat motionless, making no effort even to raise a finger; like a woman who had all the time in the world.
Moon swallowed, choking on a smile, touched her shoulder with frightened tenderness. "We"re down, Elsie. You saved us. Everything"s all right now! It"s over."
"Yes." A strange surprise filled the violet-blue eyes; Elsevier looked out in astonishment at something beyond their view. "I"m so cold." A spasm worked the muscles of her face.
And as suddenly the eyes were empty.
"Elsie. Elsie?" Moon"s hand tightened over her shoulder, shook her ... released her, when there was no response. "Silkya"" half turning, not willing to turn away, "she"s not... Elsie!" pleading.
Silky shouldered her aside in the cramped s.p.a.ce between the seats. He reached out with the cold snake-fingers of his gray-green arm to touch the warm flesh of Elsevier"s face, her throat... But she did not flinch under his touch, only went on gazing at something beyond view, until the flat strips of gray pa.s.sed over her eyes, closing them forever. "Dead."
The LB heaved and settled, throwing them off-balance; Moon looked down distraughtly as her feet did not respond. Water lapped the legs of her pressure suit, sea water, rolling into the cabin. "Dead?" She shook her head. "No, she"s not. She isn"t dead. Elsie.