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- GODSEND
- PT I
- The rock was uncharted and unremarkable. Seven
- kilometers of iron-nickel amalgam tumbling on its eccentric eons-
- old orbit against a backdrop of faint stars and pale hydrogen
- clouds. The system's single faded, swollen sun was a distant
- speck among a myriad of others as the lump of ore and rock
- continued its endless path around the hub of the tired system.
- When the flare of actinic blue light washed across the
- pitted contours of the rock, the shadows from metal struts and
- towers reaching into space were thrown into harsh relief against
- the barren surface. Again the light burned brighter than the
- bloated sun as clusters of ion thrusters fired, nudging the two-
- kilometer bulk of the miner ship Aspiration away from the
- asteroid.
- In the heart of the ship, Hayes finally relaxed, watching
- the rock recede through the glowing vector corridor
- superimposed on his viewpoint.
- "Command: exit."
- The view snapped off, replaced with the interior of a
- geodesic sphere, every facet labeled with an icon. A wave of his
- hand and the scene became vague, transparent, overlaid with
- dayglo-green type: WAITING.
- He shucked the VR headset and rubbed at his eyes.
- Kludge, but that antiquated hardware bugged him. He'd been
- using the stuff for a lifetime and it was tough and reliable, but
- on the offside slow and cumbersome. Newer systems utilized
- nano and bio tech: Microscopically small interfaces linked into
- the pilot's nervous system. Just jack in and you ARE the ship; no
- more video and audio linkups.
- "Proximity one hundred and fifty kilometers," chimed the
- AI. Well, the whole ship was old: over two centuries old. An
- ancient Nakuma Corp. miner factory ship. It'd been through
- several wrecks, a few minor wars, mothballing, and more repairs
- and refurbishments than an octogenarian entertainer. From the
- outside it resembled an old-time oil rig that'd been put through a
- compactor and had other unhealthy things done to it: A cylinder
- just over two klicks in length, its exterior was an angular and
- lumpy landscape of shielding, heat exchangers, antenna and
- sensor arrays, power modules, thrusters, aux. cargo and
- equipment pods, locks, the grids of high-density gravimeter, and
- kilometers of piping. Fully a half of that mass was filled with
- cargo holds while the rest was split between factory and ore
- processing, the power plant, and the drive modules. On the
- whole vessel the only area intended for human habitation was
- the crew module; minuscule by comparison, its whiteness
- contrasting with the darkness of the rest of the miner, locked to
- the front of the vessel like a leech to a whale by the mechanical
- embrace of umbilicals and docking clamps.
- The crew of this two kilometer long mass of metal
- and ceramic was lounging back in his control couch, monitoring
- his vessel while nursing a bulb of chilled beer.
- Each of the windows in the main screen was
- displaying a different view or schematic. 160/+45 degrees to the
- rear the asteroid was growing visibly smaller, the refineries and
- furnaces on its surface already too small to be seen at that
- resolution. This'd been a juicy system, with five class-four rocks
- in two months. It didn't take long to drop a basic package on the
- face of an asteroid, but you had to wait and make sure the
- systems were running bug-free; also the Von Neumann servos
- needed the fusion plant and factory on the miner until their
- own power plants went on-line. If necessary, stocks of
- deuterium, tritium, hydrogen, and helium were supplied from
- onboard stores. When the process was well under way the miner
- would depart, either to search out new lodes or return to a
- Tincan for resupply, offloading and trading. In a few months
- the ore-rich asteroids would fire up their own newly constructed
- plasma engines and stretch back to an inhabited system where
- the whole unit would be sold and slagged. For a juicy profit, of
- course.
- Hayes flicked from one external monitor to another,
- scanning the exterior of the Aspiration. Some shielding bore
- scratches from debris strike, otherwise it was in as good a
- condition as it was ever going to get. Same story on a random
- scan of the interior. Repair servos scuttled through conduits like
- glittering metal spiders. In the holds the heavy mining servos had
- had their power packs removed and now were stacked in their
- bays, almost indistinguishable from the girders and piping and
- machinery around them. The supply holds had been restocked;
- the hulking tanks of resources and reaction mass near-full.
- This last rock had been a profitable one.
- With the extraneous materials strained from the rock
- mantle, there was still a good core of iron, nickel, zinc, and
- copper. Any company would pay good chits for this stake.
- Hayes leaned back and took a good draught then
- grinned. Not far to go now and he'd have the installments paid off
- and he'd be running his own ship. From there the next stop was
- a private business. Christo, who knew: perhaps then on to a
- block back on terra, not some tincan or innertube.
- The AI chimed again: "Proximity one thousand
- kilometres. Clearance. Plasma drive initialized. Systems check
- clearance, grids powered and chambers cleared. Drive engaging."
- At the rear of the miner, in the power module, a star
- was squeezed, the magnetic envelop encasing it developing
- a deliberate flaw. More fields seized the outflow, channelling it,
- accelerating it. There was a subliminal rumble as massive vents
- to the rear of the vessel glowed, then spewed pulses of white-
- hot gas at close to seven percent C, jets that narrowed and
- focused in their magnetic fields until the battered cylinder seemed
- to be riding a nine kilometre long pencil of light.
- "Mass interference still critical. Clear to stretch in
- thirty minutes."
- "Acknowledged," Hayes raised his bulb in the direction
- of the main screens. "Thanks."
- "You're welcome."
- Most rock-hoppers changed their AI's voice, usually to
- that of a favourite vid star or singer, usually of the opposite sex.
- Hayes had just stuck with the default one, a feminine alto. He
- just had never gotten around to changing it, and the personality
- had grown on him. Besides, it was an artificial intelligence, just
- a machine, not an artificial consciousness which could develop
- its own personality. All the AIs were were glorified expert
- databases. They could learn, but they simply mimicked a
- personality. Artificial Consciousnesses on the other hand. . . ACs
- WERE conscious, alive and aware. They were also heavily
- restricted: only the largest habitats and military ships used
- them.
- He finished the rest of the beer, belched, and picked up
- the headset again. It smelt of sweat and age. Familiar. A wave of
- his hand and the WAITING prompt vanished.
- "Okay, Pan, course plot."
- It was a complex chart that appeared. He was floating
- inside an arm of the galaxy, thousands of systems a multiclolored
- myriad of points around him. A twitch of an eye and he zoomed
- in on his local, outlined with a glowing three-dimensional recticle.
- A word and the database conjured a web of colour-gradiated
- spheres around significant masses: the contour lines of the
- universe.
- It was virgin territory out here, skirting the edges of
- human exploration. No matter how many billions; how many
- trillions of people there were, there were never enough to fill all
- the spaces. Old Terra was the hub of human expansion. It was
- from there that five hundred years ago with the advent of the
- Bausmer Breach that the first ships had exploded outwards.
- In the first two centuries over a thousand solar
- systems were colonised. As mankind - humankind, whatever -
- finally got the keys to the car and left the home system behind,
- he spread everywhere. Orbitals financed by every conceivable
- sort of organizations sprang up: the central governments and
- massive corporations were closely followed by sects, cults, and
- other fringe organizations seeking freedom. So many of those
- small groups were hopelessly underfunded and underequipped.
- They relied on chartered carriers to get them to their destination
- where they settled in tiny, primitive tincans with inadequate
- lifesupport and maybe a single surplus insystem workhorse for
- mining. More than a few didn't make it.
- There were a lot of ghoststations out there.
- However, there were always other successes. The
- mining corporation stations thrived as they specialised in refining
- the raw materials needed by everyone. There were the
- agricultural innertubes with the monopolies on hydroponics, the
- Corporations producing technologies, others with biotech. . . the
- list ran on.
- Of course the Terran governments had seen these
- colonies as its own personal sweatshops. It demanded taxes
- from wealthy, well-developed star systems that were totally self
- sufficient. Inevitably, as in colonial revolution centuries earlier,
- the fringe orbitals asked for, then demanded independence.
- Homeworld influence was strongest in the systems
- nearest Terra. Nearly eighty percent of the orbitals were simply
- residential or administration, receiving their food, minerals, and
- luxuries from Terra, Mars, and the hundreds of other orbitals
- already in the Sol system. There were watch stations and a
- strong military presence, but there was only so much territory
- they could cover.
- Wiser heads in the United Nations council realised
- that there was no possible way a single planetary system could
- dominate the infinity of space. The fringe settlements had literally
- unlimited resources and personnel and trade embargoes were a
- ludicrous idea. Declaring war was absolutely out of the question,
- so therefore the Terran government - privately reluctant -
- gave its blessing.
- It proved to be a mutually beneficial arrangement.
- The colonies - the tincans and innertubes - began to
- yield surpluses of raw materials, pharmaceuticals, refined
- metals, zero-gee composites, and their own technology. These
- they traded with the Terran zones, for luxuries and more
- technology, and the one exclusive thing the ancient Sol system
- possessed.
- Life.
- In all the hundreds, the thousands of systems explored,
- only Terra had indigenous life. Mars and parts of Venus could
- support humans without environment suits, but that was after
- centuries of extensive and expensive terraforming. In all other
- solar systems from the Barnad Group out to the Salamander
- Pearls, mankind lived in sealed jars, hewing a living from dead
- worlds and the rubble of space. There were few systems with
- planets in the habital zone surrounding a sun. There were fewer
- still where that planet was of an acceptable size. Of these many
- had no atmosphere at all, or that atmosphere was of something
- interesting but lethal, such as compressed ammonia and methane.
- Terraforming would take time on the best of these worlds, on the
- others. . . There were those who said it just wasn't worth the
- effort.
- Why be planet bound when you have a whole system in
- which to build? Without the burden of gravity. Tuck in behind an
- abundant gas giant and you have protection from solar flares
- and an inexhaustible supply of hydrocarbons and volatiles. Drop
- a planet-breaker on a small moon and harvest the pieces for raw
- ore. Use a linear accelerator to lob them across the system on
- ballistic orbits to be caught by processing stations that would
- churn out machinery, ships, and even more habitats.
- People could live just as well in an innertube or tincan,
- and they were far more comfortable than a planet. Climatic
- control. No rain, no wind, no need for housing. No natural
- disasters.
- Build your colony inside a planetesimal with hundred-
- metre thick rock walls and a layer of collapsium plate and any
- meterorite large enough to do any damage would be vaporised or
- deflected by any halfway decent defence system.
- And there were always more systems. For fifteen
- billion light years there were galaxies, each swimming with star
- systems. And Mankind had scarcely scratched the surface of
- even his own spiral arm.
- Hayes was running calcs through the AI, scanning
- the chart files he'd bought from remote probes of this quadrant.
- There were a few MO types within easy stretch, also some GO,
- but he was hunting the older ones, the swollen stellar geriatrics
- that'd had time to collect a retinue of debris. A single BO,
- massing about ten solar mass was a likely candidate. He swung
- the perspective into a schematic calculating distances, power
- consumption, stresses, and gravity flux and the AI spat out a
- course plot within a second. It had definitely been worthwhile
- splurging to install the new system, a Yamaha AICPU-1263 unit.
- Cascaded three-dimensional matrix processors and molecular
- memory modules. Ten terabytes in a casing the size of his head
- and an access time of 3 nanoseconds. It gave his old AI a great
- deal more raw storage space and enhanced the artificial
- personality with an expert system based on a 3M learning array
- model. It was also able to interpolate the output of his clumsy
- and outdated General Equipment mass scanner, boosting the
- resolution, making stretches safer and more economical.
- Once the old Aspiration was finally paid off he'd be able
- to afford one of the new SolTech gravity scanners, boasting a
- resolution more than five hundred times greater than the old GE
- module. With one of those he could skip into a system and do
- deep scans of a rock on the other side. He could do a detailed
- survey of a system while still in stretch...
- But that was in the future.
- The chaos of woven lines and points of light surrounded
- him in a cocoon of light, a red line plotting a weaving course
- onto the next system, a good fifty light years out. He moved his
- hand to touch a menu and a data screen came up. A BO system,
- four planets, three of those gas giants the other one a rock.
- ETA: three days. Fuel consumption including initial boost: two
- hundred tons. That was way within acceptable margins.
- "All right," Hayes said, nodding slightly. "Lock that
- course."
- "Confirmed," acknowledged the AI. Throughout the
- ship's superstructure the vibration of the engines changes as
- thrusters again nudged the vessel, lining it up with its launch
- window. "Time to stretch point is approximately three hours."
- Hayes moved his hand to pop the interface, then
- hesitated and moved his hand to wipe the navigation charts and
- selected a main menu. A few blinks of his eyes on subdirectories
- and music started, the primitive beat and strings of a new
- group from the Terra zone, Zacharea Codo according to the
- album label. Now he punched the exit marker.
- He dropped the headset, leaving the visor hanging from
- its umblilical. The main screen switched to an image of a tropical
- rainforest back on Terra, filling an entire wall with greenery and
- mist. The music formed a lively background. Humming along,
- Hayes descended the access tube to the living deck.
- The machinery in the walls was concealed by chitite
- panels of light tans and greens. Floor to ceiling holorals gave
- an illusion of french windows looking out across a panorama of
- deep valleys and mountains. Light came from glowpanels in the
- ceiling and walls, casting a soft light mimicking sunlight. The floor
- was carpeted in a cream gengineered biograss, a horseshoe-
- shaped sunken area lined with gel cushions. Around the rim
- were terrariums with heatlamps glowing on a multitude of
- flourishing plants. Moisture beaded on the glass like droplets of
- sweat. Two other doors led out; one to the galley, the other to
- the living quarters and the lift down to the service levels.
- Hayes made for the galley, brushing his hand along
- the plastic housing a bonsai. Over a centruy old, from old earth,
- the gem of his collection. He'd have to clean the few dead leaves
- off the meticulously kept sand under the tiny tree.
- The galley lights coming on as he stepped through
- the door. "Hey, Pan. Break out a chicken, potatoes, and
- sweetpeas. Also flour, bread, butter, cooking oil, and the spice
- rack."
- "Very well, Samuel." The voice came from all around as
- non-directional speakers vibrated the air of the room itself.
- "How would you like it prepared?"
- "I don't," he said as he unfolded workbenches and a
- range. "I'm doing myself tonight."
- "All right," the AI said. It took half a minute before
- the ingredients were delivered from the stores. Cooking for
- himself made a welcome diversion from the monotony of
- shipboard routine, he also enjoyed it. While the AI was a
- capable cook, it was by no means a chef. Its food was good, but
- it lacked...flair. Hayes enjoyed throwing on an apron and getting
- his hands dirty. He had flash-frozen and vacuum-packed
- vegetables and fruit from habitat hydroponics, pro-ten meat
- substitue, as well as huge range of flavouring and spices and
- ingredients. After a day in a hardsuit taking core samples it
- relaxed him in the same way some others might wind down on a
- depstick.
- But unlike a drugstick you got something out of cooking.
- Hayes called up a real external view and turned the lights off as
- he carried his meal through. The infinite stars cast their cold light
- across him as propped his feet up and worked his way through a
- synthetic drumstick.
- --\o/--
- The plasma drives were finishing their burn. After
- fourty-eight hours the twin jets - each five times hotter than the
- surface of sol - were shutting down, but their nuclear ghosts
- lingered for minutes after. The louvered vents of collapsium and
- ceramic alloy glowed with residual heat.
- Throughout the ship servos were skittering for the
- safety of charging ports where they clamped into place.
- Bulkhead seals slammed into place. Saftey grids and nets locked
- over movable objects. Power was shunted from unnecessary
- operations, valves were sealed.
- Like a spider in the centre of his web, Hayes watched as
- the VR updated and areas of the intricate wireframe schematic
- changed from amber to green. Hayes moved through the
- structure, examining system after system. There was a power
- drain from the faulty flexors on the third door in hold one and a
- slight loss of pressure in a steam duct, but both of those
- problems were negligible. In fact the Aspiration was running
- smoother than she had for a long time.
- "Clear for stretch," the AI reported.
- There was a much larger power fluctuation as the fields
- went up, spinning a web of reality around the ship, then the
- drive grids ripped space open.
- Hayes hated this bit.
- The stars imploded into a single white burst.
- Superstructure squealed before the fields compensated. Hayes
- felt his stomach twist and an unbelievable headache flash behind
- his eyes. The external monitors and viewports faded to black.
- Seen from outside, the Aspiration rippled, then
- without fanfare, sank into the universe.
- --\o/--
- Theoretically, faster-than-light travel wasn't impossible.
- Cracking the lightspeed barrier was. The faster to C you got, the
- greater your mass became and the more energy you needed to
- accelerate and the greater your mass became. . . Ad Infinitum. . .
- E=MC2 still ruled.
- Looking at it another way: as its velocity approached the
- speed of light, the mass of an object also increased,
- approaching infinity. If you had a way to convert that mass to
- energy, you'd have an unlimited supply. And if there was
- enough energy available - from the collision of two particles for
- example - it was possible to 'create' still more mass.
- So, again theoretically, a ship could be accelerated to
- near-lightspeed, but not beyond. Still, even at those speeds
- travel between stars would be painfully slow and it was
- discovered that even at a crawl - say half-C - things like electrons
- and photons and especially neurons started doing strange and
- unhealthy things.
- So a lot of people were extremely happy when it was
- proven that it was possible to circumvent that barrier.
- The Bausmer Breach went around space, ducking out of
- this level of existence, then in again. The most that was
- generally understood about the process was that the drive sank a
- warp through the 'fabric' of space, opening a breach into a
- subuniverse existing on a lower energy level. This subuniverse
- existed in the same area as the normal one, but within it space
- was distorted. If it were possible to simply step into a breach walk
- a few metres, you would emerge into real space several thousand
- kilometres from where you entered.
- A was of describing it was that universes existed like
- rings in an onion, with our universe as - it was supposed - the
- outermost skin. To enter the subuniverse was to move deeper in
- directly towards the core. Any movement made there would be
- equivalent to a much greater distance out on the surface.
- Of course it was impossible to simply walk in. It took a
- ship and the power requirements of a small city to form the
- breach and maintain the shields needed to prevent the ship from
- being sucked into a local gravity well and first pulverised, then
- fused with already existing matter with somewhat more
- spectacular results. Nature's way of 'Keeping Our Universe
- Beautiful'.
- Matter was not indigenous to the subuniverse. There
- were no planets, moons, suns, space debris, or even the
- hydrogen so prevalent in the 'normal' level. Light, when
- introduced in the form of navigation beacons on ships, crawled,
- the speed of light being several thousand times slower. A ship at
- little more than twice 1G escape velicoty was travelling at a
- significant percent of C in the subspace.
- So for three days the Aspiration would be coasting that
- void, in a sense being stretched out over an area of several
- light days. It could be tricky when attempting to enter a busy
- system. In such cases ships would drop out of stretch at
- navigation beacons and ride the rest of the way in on
- conventional drives.
- In the com couch Hayes unknoted his jaw muscles and
- tried to relax as the screens cleared again and the external
- pictures switched to the mass scanner images. When in stretch
- the only ways to navigate were to either keep dropping out of
- stretch and taking a bearing in real space: a process hideously
- fuel-hungry, or to use mass scanners. Like the hills and valleys
- on a contour map the gravity wells of suns, planets, moons, and
- planetisimals showed up. A scanner would produce a three
- dimensional map depicting the gravity sinks.
- These sinks were the reefs of stellar travel. If a ship
- drifted too far into the gravitational sphere of influence it would
- be drawn in all the way to the core where it would drop back into
- real space. . . in the centre of a planet. A quick - if very spectacular
- - way to go.
- But the screens were showing the course plot: a clear
- line through clear space. Throughout the ship telltales read
- green. There were a few sections where metal had been
- stressed, but already servos were working on it.
- "Okay, Pan," Hayes told the ship as he pulled the
- headset off. "It's all yours."
- "Thank you, Samuel," the AI returned. The lights of the
- bridge faded out behind him.
- --\o/--
- Some found boredom a problem in singleships. Hayes
- wasn't one of these; he'd always found something to keep him
- busy. There were the CAD/ CAM programs where he worked at
- redesigning and refining various servos. Coupled with computer
- aided manufacturing facilities and a completely automated
- factory it let him design and build practically anything he could
- design himself or had the templates to. There was a gymnasium,
- also both holieo and VR vids and games downloaded from his
- last port call at Tenington III, books, and music.
- There were his terrariums to tend to. With classical
- music and freshner in the ventilation systems it was something he
- could lose himself in. He also spent time in the galley, working
- through old recipes and inventing his own.
- The ship could run itself. The servos carried out
- maintenance, even repairing themselves, all centrally controlled
- by subroutines in the AI. So while in stretch there was really
- little for the pilot to do.
- Except when the computer came across something it
- couldn't handle.
- The alarm buzzed. "Samuel, could you come to the
- bridge?" the AI requested in calm tones. He was already on his
- way.
- The screens were lit when he entered. There was too
- much red and it only took a glance to see what was wrong.
- "Shit! Where'd that come from?!"
- It was a system. A whole kluding system and they'd skim
- well within its gravity sink. Not a problem; just unexpected.
- "I don't have that information, Samuel," the AI said.
- "The scanner just picked up a single planet. The rest have only
- just appeared."
- Hayes sank down on the couch and stared at the
- monitor. "There's nothing wrong with the scanner?"
- "No." A pause. "All systems nominal."
- "That system WASN'T on the database?"
- "No."
- "Then there was something interfering with the probe of
- this quadrant. Where is that sonofa. . . Ah!" Haye leaned
- forward and tapped at the monitor. "How about a closeup here."
- The AI obliged.
- "Ah, okay. Do a deep scan here, this sector. . . forty-
- five, seventy-three degrees."
- Outside, on the hull of the ship the seventy-meter
- antenna arrays pivoted and realigned themselves. The streams of
- individual particles launched down the arrays could be deflected
- by the slightest fluctuation in a gravity field. The computer
- registered this deflection. From the ten odd antenna it built up a
- map, at this range accurate to a few hundred kilometres. Quite
- enough to map the major objects in a solar system and more
- accurate than the vastly higher resolution probes used at much
- greater distances by Survey.
- He found the problem. It was on the maps as NSR 275.
- A pulsar: a spinning neutron star of about six solar masses.
- About as big as they come without going the one step further to
- black hole. Probably drew the survey scope's attention so they
- forgot what they were supposed to be doing. Also, the emmisions
- geyser from those things played merry fuck with all kinds of
- scanners. "Christo, Pan, why didn't you compensate for this?"
- "There was no reason to suppose a system was there,"
- replied the AI.
- Ah...Hayes shook his head. If there was no ambiguous
- data to arouse its 'suspicions' then an AI wouldn't
- investigate further. "Scheisskopf! Pan, next time, triple-check any
- area with a high-density object for interference, okay?"
- "Logged, Samuel." The voice was a unperturbed as ever.
- Well, anyway, it was a whole unmapped system.
- Interesting. By the scan its star was at least the mass of a GO
- type, maybe slightly larger and brighter than the sun. There was
- still some interference. That damn pulsar again.
- Hayes leaned back and considered. It was right on
- their course, so why not?
- "Pan, give me navigation," he said, already reaching for
- the headset.
- --\o/--
- Whole sections were shut down as the generators
- pulsed again. Jagged discharges of energy crackled around the
- stanchions bracing the field grids.
- Vibrations rang through the entire ship as space was
- twisted around it. Gravity was warped into a hyperdense tube
- - an impossible black hole - then into a Klein bottle.
- Hayes felt the headache blossom again and his stomach
- twist, then the Aspiration broke into realspace.
- Stars rippled and were eclipsed as the bulk of the
- vessel solidified.
- Almost instantly the Aspiration rang like a gong, a
- 2.6 million tonne gong. Klaxons began howling. Bulkhead seals
- remained closed. Strobes flashed red throughout the vessel. In
- the VR interface a model of the ship appeared, the power module
- flashing red.
- "What the futz was that?!" Hayes screamed.
- "Collision impact in power module, "the AI reported.
- "There is oscillation in the fusion containment bottle.
- Attempting to compensate. Shields under heavy strain.
- Increasing power to forward shields."
- "Collision? That's impo..."
- Another strike rang against the ship, more muted this
- time. Hayes swore and accessed external scan.
- Debris was everywhere: dust and rocks flaring past
- the sheilds. A larger object struck, sending visible ripples
- running across the shields. Those impacts, they would have
- been big pieces that got through. There was a scar of molten
- metal and vitrified rock down the flank of his ship where
- where the meteroid had impacted with limited effect against the
- collapsium armour. It looked impressive, but was superficial.
- Hayes switched perspectives to see the power module.
- He stared.
- The starboard unit was all right, but the port...
- Armour plates were buckled, the superstructure beneath
- rent and twisted like string. Despite the vaccum there were fires
- burning in there, along with the mist of escaping gasses.
- Electrical sparks showered from shattered conduits. The tiny
- motes that were repair servos scuttled around like ants defending
- their hive.
- Damage reports started coming through.
- The rock was inside the shields when the Aspiration
- had materialised, going the other way. Their relative velocities
- were a good five percent the speed of light. That in itself may
- not have been enough to breach the armour, but a combination of
- angle and velocity meant it struck an achillies heel. A one in a
- billion chance. It came in low and fast, striking a hatchway,
- fireballing into the power module in a blast that split the
- module open like an overripe fruit, taking with it the port
- stabiliser for the fusion reactor bottle along with the backup.
- The main fusion reactor! Without that stabiliser the
- bottle would break up. The other five could only hold it so long
- and despite the AI's efforts it was already beginning to oscillate
- wildly. Alarms and red lights blinked up right across the board,
- screens flashing options and readouts until Hayes shut them
- down.
- Without the main power plant he'd have to fall back on
- the backup plasma containment units in the command module and
- factory areas, but there was no way they could supply sustained
- power. And there was no way he could stretch out of here safely.
- Indicators were stretching up into the red. More
- alarms joined the klaxons. In the power module the housing for
- the fusion bottle glowed from the heat escaping the
- weakened containment field. Servos scurried around madly as
- the system tried desperately to repair the assembly. A gout of
- white heat erupted from the star in the centre of the reactor,
- fusing metal and spewing out into space.
- Even over the artificial gravity Hayes felt the ship yaw in
- reaction to the blast. Alarms raved anew.
- PLASMA BREACH! PLASMA BREACH!
- OVERHEAT IN POWER MODULE! MAJOR
- STRUCTURAL DAMAGE! BULKHEAD TWELVE INTERGRITY
- BREACHED!
- "Jettison!" Hayes snapped. "Blow the unit!" But the AI
- was seconds ahead of him. Explosive bolts detonated. Fragments
- of metal sprayed out into space as corridors, girders,
- conduits, cabling and fibrelines were severed. Umbilicals and
- massive gantry clamps shifted, locking bolts retracting or being
- shorn away. In a flash of flame the stern began to drift away. A
- hundred thousand tons of titanium/ceramic alloy, collapsium
- plate, and steel poderously separated from the rest of the
- Aspiration: the heart torn out of the monolith. The distance
- between them increased, slowly at first, but picking up speed.
- When it left the lee of the Aspiration the debris began impacting
- on it. It had little effect on the outer shell, but inevitably dust
- struck the exposed guts. Sparkles of light flared where kinetic
- energy was converted to light and heat and globules of metal.
- In the VR the telemetry from the engine module flashed
- red at the peak of its graph. CONTAINMENT FIELD COLLAPSE:
- 97%
- A sun-hot gout of liquid gasses vented from a segment
- of the module, setting it tumbling like a gargantuan cathrine
- wheel.
- 98%
- "Bring rear shields to max," Hayes snapped.
- "With foward shields functioning there is insuffi..."
- "Then CUT the forwards! NOW!"
- The hull could take it. . . he hoped. Provided nothing too
- big met him coming the other way. Even as he hoped the sounds
- of rock meeting metal penetrated from the distant hull. The field
- metres for the rear screens were up in the green.
- On the rear screens the tiny point that was the power
- module turned into a star, then into a sun, then into a glare
- that filled the whole screen.
- The sleet of radiation hit first. A wash of heat, light,
- electromagnetic, and hard radiation washed across the
- Aspiration, slipping around the screens like water off a
- frictionless globe. Without the shields that deluge alone would
- have shorted all inadequately shielded circuitry in the
- Aspiration, and there was enough of that floating around back
- there. In the control module he was probably safe, but he wasn't
- taking any chances.
- The shockwave was lagging behind, seconds behind
- the radiation. The spherical wavefront of expanding gasses and
- space debris burst past the Aspiration, rocking the vehicle even
- through the shielding. Solid particles struck the fields, energy
- flaring out like raindrops on a pond.
- Then the blast was past. The remnants of the short-lived
- sun dying into a red glow that slowly dissapated in the monitors.
- "Default shields," Hayes ordered, then sagged. "Mother
- of Mary. Damage report."
- A window flashed up on the screen and a list began
- scrolling down. There were too many to list vocally, even visually
- the list seemed to go on for a long time. Even the survey module
- had taken a battering. Without the shields the whole forward
- section had been sandblasted by debris, effectively taking out the
- forward optical array. He'd lost the primary optical scope as well
- as a couple of low gain antenna and camera arrays: scoured
- away by the dust. It wasn't too bad a drawback: he could still
- use the mainship's optical assemblies. Perhaps they were old
- and didn't have quite the res, but they would suffice.
- He was still sorting through the red-highlighted items
- in the list when the AI chimed, reporting a change in the exterior
- conditions: "External debris has reduced sixty three percent."
- Sure enough the sound of dust whispering on the hull
- had abated. Hayes swung the heavily shielded old opticals on
- the mainship to face forward. Illumination from running lights
- reflected from the occasional fleck or rock, but besides that
- there was nothing. Hayes cut the outside lamps.
- A single star glowed in the distance. A step up in the
- gain showed a couple more faint ones beyond it. Likely
- planets, reflecting sunlight. There were none of the other stars
- that should be visible.
- The whole system was tucked away inside a dust cloud!
- It was the only explanation. That was why the scanner
- probes had been so unreliable. That was why no stars were
- visible from here.
- Ha! He leaned back in the couch, the gel contouring to
- his every move. He could make a profit out of this
- astronomical anomoly. Single systems in a clear bubble inside a
- dust cloud weren't common. There was bound to be some
- research group interested in this, or a Corporation. If you could
- find a safe route in and out of here, it would be a great place to
- build in. Clear a single channel and defending it would be a cinch.
- The interface opened and he powered the chair up to see
- the main screen. Despite the ventilation in the interface, it seemed
- stiffling. He plucked a bulb of beer from the seat's cooler and
- snapped the top. So he could turn a profit here.
- Provided he could ever get out.
- Power was okay for the moment. The Plasma
- Containment Units were still well charged. It was enough to use
- ion thrusters; sparingly. With the plasma drive gone, he had to
- find some other way to dump velocity.
- "Pan, can you get a good scan of this system?"
- "Yes. There are eight planets. The outermost two are
- small Neptune-type ice worlds. Infrared probe of the nearest
- shows an atmosphere of methane-ice."
- A computer enhanced graphic of a blue, cold-looking
- sphere rotated on the screens. Spectroanalysis charts scrolled
- across the screen. There were trace elements, but not detectable
- in large amounts.
- "The next three are gas giants of varying mass, none
- larger than Jupiter. The outermost two have debris rings
- spiralling out to the dust cloud. I recommend further
- investigation of these in respect to repairs."
- Hayes blinked at the screen. Planets with leashes
- leading out into space. He had a go at the orbital mechanics
- involved, then gave up. It would take years by hand.
- The analysis of these was more promising, but those
- rings made them risky for what he had in mind.
- The next two were better. Both were rocks, the
- outermost with two moonlets and a small cloud of large
- asteroids, the innermost with none. However only the outermost
- one would be in the right position anytime in the next eight
- months.
- The second planet from the sun was looking much
- better. Of slightly less than Earth mass, with an atmosphere,
- three moons and coming into line nicely with the outermost
- Rock. It was. . . Hayes blinked and leaned leaned forward to do a
- double-take of the data. Distance from sun: one hundred and
- seventy nine million. . . It was well within the habital belt.
- A prime candidate for terraforming.
- Now he had all the reason more to get back to
- civilization. A system with a world that could possibly be
- terraformed would make his fortune. He could stake his claim and
- name his price. A new ship, new equipment, state of the art
- stuff. He could float a private enterprise!
- But first he needed a good look at that planet. From
- halfway across the system the data he could collect was limited.
- From closer in, or with the planet eclipsing the sun, he would be
- able to get a spectrograph of the atmosphere. The ships optics
- were old, but they were enough to obtain infra-red, UV, and
- detailed spectrographs. The AI could collate this, compare
- differences in direct solar radiations and the reflections from
- planetary atmospheres. It could produce a full spectrum
- breakdown of an atmosphere, from 300 to 800 nanometres.
- Certain elements would absorb certain wavelengths, producing
- blank absorption lines in the spectrum. It was a simple, cheap,
- and effective procedure, used for centuries, but of course the
- closer you were , the more accurate it was.
- The Aspiration had the velocity to make the centre of
- the system in a matter of days, the problem would be
- stopping. However, even without the main engines there were
- still options open.
- Hayes leaned forward to study the screen, scratching at
- his ear. "Do we have enough juice in the PCUs for orbital
- insertion around the second planet?"
- "Yes, but it would require using plasma from the
- refinery reserves."
- "How would that affect repairs?"
- "The smallest moon has standard gravity of .32
- standard. There would be insufficient fuel to soft-land the
- processing servos and initiate mining operations."
- "Okay. What about the fourth planet. If we went into
- an elliptical orbit around that and went after the rocks around
- there, would there be fuel left over?"
- "If a broad elliptical orbit was used: yes, it would save a
- great deal more mass."
- That should be close enough for a good reading. On
- impulse he asked, "Would there be enough to send the command
- module on to the second planet while the main body proceeded
- with repairs?"
- "If the module was launched enroute on an
- unpowered ballistic intercept trajectory, there would be enough.
- The module has ample charge to maneuver to a standard orbit.
- Charge would be insufficient to return to mainship."
- Hayes nodded. "Alright, make the course correction
- needed to get us to the fourth planet. I'll let you know if I want
- to separate the comm module."
- --\o/--
- The corridor ended abruptly, dropping away into
- black infinity in all directions. Titanium, SpunSteel, synthetic
- and collapsium forests of twisted decking and beams
- stretched out toward the dark. Fiberoptic cables sparkled and
- threw pinpoints of multicolored laserlight against jet metal.
- Stancions and umbilicals that had deliberately severed to jettison
- the power module strobed warning lights.
- A faint jet of escaping oxy misted the vacuum before
- boiling away.
- Somewhere an electrical source was arcing out,
- throwing a harsh glare against cold metal like distant lightning
- reflecting from stormclouds. Every time it flashed it threw a snap
- of static through Hayes' headset.
- The Agie plates in this sector were out. He floated fifty
- metres or so away from the ship, his line stickywadded to a wall.
- The twin beams from the worklamps mounted on his shoulder
- harness played across the kiblitzed rear of his ship. It looked like
- a demolished section of apartment building: huge, with the
- naked interior exposed.
- He'd spent the best of a day surveying the damage. The
- ship was able to handle situations like this; it was the reason it
- had been designed in modular sections. If that fusion plant had
- blown before he'd ejected it, the damage would have been a fair
- bit worse. Perhaps some of the collapsium plating of the outer
- hull would have survived, but it would have been an empty husk
- drifting forever. He sighed into the helmet of his hardsuit, then
- double-blinked at the glowing green icon that began reeling the
- suit in again. The winch located where the suit's navel would be
- began winding on braided molecular fibre.
- It would take a LONG time to repair and replace this. A
- suitable rock or rocks would have to be found. Mining servos
- would have to land, excavate ore and fissionables, construct
- processors and begin processing, then shuttle it to the ship. If
- there was insufficient power, the Factory would have to build
- makeshift fission plants, use them to jumpstart a fusion plant to
- power the operations.
- Once power was secured, the work would proceed
- rapidly. Part of the factory would produce more servos that'd seek
- out another asteroid and begin work there, changing its orbit if
- need be to make it more accessible. This process would repeat
- until there could be a dozen asteroids swarming around the
- mining vessel. Automated factories would start churning out the
- material necessary for the rebuilding of the vessel.
- There was a faint shock as he hit, the bright red
- hardsuit's powered limbs absorbing almost all of the impact.
- Impluse jets in the suit pulsed gas and he drifted toward the mass
- of grey metal and yellow and black warning legends that was
- the bulkhead lock."Hey, Pan! Open Sesame."
- The lock swung open.
- That was the advantage with the old model AIs he
- mused. They were cheap, well-tested, and they'd usually picked
- up an incredible database of miscellaneous vernacular.
- The lock sealed with a heavy thud he felt through the
- suit. Atmosphere and gravity came up to standard. The inner
- hatch cycled and he popped the seal on the faceplate. External
- noises and smells flooded in: the groan of the lifesupport, burnt
- insulation, the clattering as unseen servos laboured on whatever
- repairs could be done. The deck grids rang under the three
- hundred and fity kilo suit as Hayes walked back to the main
- external hatch. He had to duck in places: these areas of the ship
- weren't built to accommodate the bulk of a hardsuit.
- "Not to good," he sighed. "Any estimates on how long
- its going to take to rebuild?"
- The Aspiration's AI's reply was echoed through both the
- ship intercom and the suit's. "With optimum conditions my
- estimate is thirty months."
- Great! Futzing Great! Optimum conditions. Well, Murphy
- still ruled, so give it thirty six months, perhaps more. Three
- years orbiting a dead rock, digging away without even turning a
- profit. Kludge take it! He had expenses.
- Well, there was a choice he mused as he backed the suit
- into its bay and the clamps took hold. He fumbled after the
- safety releases and popped them, then keyed in the sequence on
- the arm pad. Hermetic seals hissed as they depressurized and
- the upper chest shell swung open.
- He didn't have to hang around. The ship was quite
- capable of carrying on with mining proceedures by itself. He
- could go on and check out that planet in the comm module. It was
- only a few weeks away. All he'd have to do would be to break
- away from the main body and make a classic Hohmann transfer
- to the Second, then insert into a loose elliptical orbit. That'd let
- the AI get some good mapping shots and all the data he'd need
- to stake a claim. He could sleep the transfer out in a slowsleep
- and be awoken by the AI to take a look at his motherlode.
- Hayes caught hold of the sweat-stained, chamois-lined
- hand grips above the suit and hauled himself out of the shell.
- The suit sagged into the clamps and standby beads began to
- glow on the limbs and around the faceplate rim. With no-one
- inside it, the hardsuit was a hulking inanimate red shell of
- composite laminate. Hayes made a final check of the status panel
- on the wrist, then started back to the comm module.
- "Pan!"
- "Yes, Samuel?"
- "Get the comm module prepped for separation and plot
- the most fuel-efficient approach to the second planet. Transfer
- the necessary fuel and allow an eight percent safety
- margin."He ducked through a hatch and slid down a ladder.
- "Yeah, also get the med unit in my quarters ready. I'm going to
- sleep this one out."
- "Acknowledged,"the AI said.
- "Do you see any problems?"
- "There is a great deal of debris in this system. The
- command module's shields could be overtaxed by a large strike."
- "What're the odds?"
- "Approximately two to the seventh against."
- Hayes shrugged and stepped aside to dodge a spider-
- like servo scuttling along the corridor, it's legs clattering against
- the deck grating. "I can live with that. Go ahead. Oh," he stopped
- and tapped his jaw. "Would there be enough fuel for a controlled
- landing?"
- "Unknown," the AI said. "Course alterations enroute
- may be required. Fuel will be required for orbital manuevering
- systems. Basic life support requires minimal amounts.
- Maintenance requires one point seven kilowatts.
- "In an emergency the module is capable of an
- unpowered landing. However the module has sustained damage.
- Avionics have been compromised and there is a chance of further
- damage, perhaps destruction of the module. Return to orbit
- would be impossible until the mainship arrived to ferry fuel,
- which would necessitate the construction of at least one lander."
- "Just asking," said Hayes. The main lift was located in
- a storage bay. The battered bins around the walls were
- crammed with junk, working and nonfunctional parts. There was
- a status panel with too many lights burning amber. The
- elevator's doors rumbled open when Hayes palmed the call
- button, then closed behind him with a hollow clang and the hiss
- of a vacuum seal. The lift was designed to carry thirty ton mining
- servos: it dwarfed a single human. When the mechanism began
- moving upwards there was a slight lurch as the agies
- compensated and a vibration felt through the feet. It should've
- been completely smooth: there must have been some damage to
- the superconducting magnetic bearings.
- "Pan, how long until the launch window opens?"
- "Four days and seventeen hours."
- "Okay, that gives me time to work out a shopping list.
- Anything you need."
- "A gravitic and magnetic compression fusion power
- core and mutistaged reactor system. Preferrably a Nikoma 270."
- Hayes sighed. "I was joking, Pan."
- "So was I."
- Hayes shook his head. Where'd it got that respose from?
- Some of its previous owners must have been real exotics.
- --\o/--
- Four days gone.
- Hayes tugged off his boots and stowed them then sat
- on the bunk, propped elbows upon knees and rubbed his eyes,
- carrying his fingers up and through his hair. His quarters were
- secured: the desk clamped down, bookcase doors closed and
- sealed. He'd triple checked the plants in the terrariums and
- assigned a couple of servos to look after them. He'd done
- everything he could; the AI would take care of the rest.
- With a sigh he lay back on the bunk watching the lights
- dim to a pale imitation of twilight. A small hatch in the wall on his
- right slid silently open and and a segmented metal arm unfolded.
- When it touched his right arm it felt cold, then the cold was all
- over his body.
- Status beads blinked gently to themselves in the dark
- room. A single monitor displayed the vital signs of the
- motionless figure on the bunk, but there was nobody to read it.
- With a gentle whine the padded bars of the safety restraint
- closed over the bunk.
- The part of the AI watching over Hayes was vigilant
- and eternally patient. It would never leave the bunkside, but the
- rest of it had other work to do.
- --\o/--
- Attitude jets fired and with the ponderous grace of a
- pregnant whale, the Aspiration rolled along its Z axis. Heavy
- mechanical noises sounded through the pressurized sections of
- the hull as huge clamps and umbilicals retracted. Puffs of
- atmosphere jetted into space, glittering in the pale light of a
- distant sun filtered through seven hundred million kilometres of
- dust.
- Almost delicately for an object massing over three
- thousand tons the sharp-angled elongated wedge that was the
- command module eased away from enveloping nest of metals and
- ceramics. Seen from inside the module, the main ship would
- have been a twisted landscape of cold metal hanging impossibly
- overhead. Against that dark hull, the whiteness of the command
- module was a stark contrast.
- A flattened white wedge the size of an ancient
- seagoing destroyer. Engine vents were scorched black. Its dorsal
- tower ran from amidships to the stern and was a change from
- the smooth metal that the rest of the hull consisted of, instead
- being covered with the pipes and gantries of umbilicals,
- antenna arrays, docking clamps, and access tubes.
- There was a series of blue flashes as the ion
- manoeuvering units pulsed. Rapidly the distance between the
- two vehicles increased as their courses diverged. A single, long,
- fuel hungry burn from the module's thrusters then the engines fell
- quiescent, not to be used again until the final days of its voyage.
- The only sound inside was the soft whisper of dust against the
- shields.
- In both vessels the presence of the AI maintained a
- constant vigil. It wasn't difficult for it to duplicate its functions
- and store a copy in each vessel, but the primary backups still
- resided in the command module. The duplicate in the mainship
- was slightly slower, because of its smaller memory, dumber,
- simply because it didn't have the hardware available in the
- module. Nevertheless, it was still quite capable of doing its job.
- A pulsed gravity tightbeam of binary bursts linked the two
- vessels, a system that didn't suffer from the time-lag posed by
- standard radio, but like the stretch drive, it couldn't be used near
- any object of great mass. If the mainship encountered a problem
- it couldn't handle by itself, the module could download a section
- of memory to help it.
- But for the next few weeks the only problem likely to
- be posed came from stray rocks. Until something happened,
- the machine/s were content to watch over and maintain their
- dark vessels, deserted of organics, only the multitudes of servos
- scurrying about their mechanical ways.
- --\o/--
- First there was the cold, then close on its heels the
- aching of pins and needles through his limbs.
- Where? He groped after the elusive thought,
- struggling with ideas as sluggish as bubbles in molasses.
- Who?
- Hayes, uhnnn...Samuels Mason. Privateer. ID
- GRMC1067...uh...488, running the class five miner TMC 172
- Aspiration. Why was it so difficult to think?
- The answer was there, it was just beyond reach...
- There was a cool touch on his arm and a slight sting and
- a throbbing. A warmth suffused his arm. For a time he lay
- twitching, as helpless as a babe
- Oh...suspension.
- He opened his eyes to a glaring light and pink floaters
- spinning. He blinked several times, hard, and his vision cleared.
- His quarters, with the lights dim and comfortable, the
- psuedowooden panelling glowing warmly, the globular gunmetal
- shape of a hovering servo grasping a cup in one manipulator.
- It was a few minutes more before Hayes was capable
- of sitting up to drink. The AI was familiar with the dehydrating
- effects coma had on the body and its mechanical extension had
- prepared water laced with a glucose supplement. Hayes took it
- gratefully.
- "Murphy! I hate coma!" grated Hayes. Still, the
- discomfort of waking was still preferable to the long days of
- insystem travel. Strange that to travel from planet to planet took
- longer than a stretch from on sun to another.
- The water helped.
- "Samuel, you are recovered?"
- "Uh-huh. Thanks, Pan. We there yet?"
- "No."
- "What?" Hayes looked up in surprise. "Why?"
- "Remote surveys on the second planet have been
- completed and pilot intervention is required."
- Hayes sat upright. Autonomous units rarely required
- human assistance. When they did, it was for a damn good reason.
- "Okay, what's going on?"
- "The primary survey reported a planet orbiting at a
- mean distance of 160.37 million kilometres. The equatorial diameter
- is 11,412 kilometres. Polar diameter is 11,386. Mass estimated at
- 4.9837x10^24 kilograms. Atmosphere consists mainly of nitrogen,
- 76 percent, and oxygen 23 percent. The remaining percentage
- consists of various noble gases, water vapour, and carbon
- dioxide."
- It had taken a few seconds to percolate through
- Hayes' skull. Now it hit him, but still it took a second for his brain
- to engage the gears to his jaws.
- "Th...That's earth norm."
- "Not exactly. There is a fluc..."
- "Burn it!" Hayes exploded. "It's close enough!" He
- swung out of the bunk and lurched to his feet, cursing as
- he wove unsteadily. "Pan, put the data up on the screen in here."
- On the other side of the room the mirror above the old
- wooden desktop turned mat black and graphics and text filled the
- space. Hayes wobbled over and dropped into the chair to begin
- reading.
- "...Average pressure an estimated 915 millibars.
- Temperature 15 degrees. A well-developed atmosphere, ozone
- layer...ionosphere...This isn't happening."
- The information continued to scroll through the screen
- as Hayes flopped back in the chair and stared in disbelief.
- --\o/--
- In the five centuries after mankind had left his
- motherworld he had ranged far and wide across his galactic arm.
- Probes and huge exploration ships had stretched thousands of
- light years in all direction, on journeys that had taken decades.
- On charts the bubble that indicated the settled, civilized areas of
- human space was hundreds of light years in radius and still
- infinitesimal against the area that represented explored space.
- In all that time, in spite of all the expenditure of effort
- and resources, no planet capable of supporting humans without
- artificial support had been discovered. There were
- the terraforming projects: very expensive and time
- consuming and artificial. Mars was a garden paradise, catering
- only to the obscenely affluent, but it was simply an imitation,
- another earth, with imported terran flora and fauna.
- Here, before Hayes' eyes, was a world that would
- require little - if any - work. The brilliant blue, green, brown, and
- white promised a world abundant in water, with seas and sunsets
- and wind and rain...all the natural phenomena Hayes had only
- ever seen simulated in a habitat. And the greens...
- He spent hours at the screens watching the world,
- studying the surface through every instrument at his disposal.
- Those green patterns and the amounts of nitrogen and carbon
- dioxide in the atmosphere could only mean life. Prolific life in
- the form of plants, perhaps some lower animals too. Unless
- some terran seedship he didn't know about had visited here, it
- was alien life. Pure and exotic.
- Aside form intense natural atmospheric discharges, there
- were no electrical emanations of any kind that he could detect,
- nor any sign of city lights or aerial activity. There was nothing
- in orbit that might pass for any kind of spacecraft so there was
- no unknown colony there, no civilisations.
- Uncharted and unclaimed and uninhabited. It was his
- fortune, something he'd never dared to even dream. Seen from
- space a sunrise takes on a glory all its own, the dark shield
- burning like a crescent of fire-gold as the sun rose from beyond
- the curve of the horizon. Its three moons arrayed in stately rings,
- like necklaces, the two smaller satellites on a much closer orbit
- than their larger companion. A gem. An oasis in a desert.
- It was his future.
- "Hayes, when you strike it lucky, you don't kludge
- around!" For this he could name his price. He'd have
- companies throwing themselves at his feet for the rights to the
- claim. A bit of careful playing and he'd be set for life.
- It couldn't be that easy. There had to be a drawback
- somewhere: perhaps severe tectonic activity or solar flares,
- probably new kinds of bacteria that would prove inimical. If so,
- selling out would be the best way. A corporation had the
- wherewithall to cope with such things. However if, on the other
- hand, it was clean, perhaps he could develop it himself, lease the
- land out to companies. In the long run that would work out to be
- far more lucrative. The place wouldn't be worth much as far as
- mining went: it was far cheaper to hunt rocks. But as a resort, a
- toy-town, it had definite possibilities.
- Could he do that?
- Again he turned his eyes to the glowing gem on the
- screen. It pained him to look on such a thing, a thing of beauty,
- and picture it as a tourist trap. Hell, people would pay a fortune
- just to live in an orbital overlooking a world like this. What
- would this picture look like with the glitter of hundreds of
- tincans swinging around the planet?
- The rim of fire around the planet was spreading,
- washing across oceans and continent until a cresent glowed
- blue-green with white clouds swirling in patterns dictated by
- coriolis force.
- Hayes breathed out in reverence as he watched the
- day spreading across the planet. Softly he murmured, "I dub
- thee Illuminatus."
- "Registered," the AI said.
- --\o/--
- Days later and more details were visible. Without the
- main telescope the AI was restricted, but still the database had
- collated large amounts of data with just the limited low
- resolution optical, gravitational, and electromagnetic sensors
- available. Like Terra, the planet was mostly water: 62 percent
- water to 38 percent land. Most of that land went into one huge
- continent stretching across two hemispheres. Aside from that
- there were two polar land masses as well as numerous islands
- scattered about the vast ocean.
- The continent was impresseve, Hayes concluded.
- Covering over 70 million square kilometres, an area far greater
- than any one continent on Terra. Its westernmost seaboard was
- gentle land climbing to a formidible mountain range forming the
- backbone running the length of the landmass.
- But compared with the crater on the eastern seaboard
- they were inconsequential.
- Hayes whistled as he watched the graphic the computer
- traced on the screen. "That must've been one mother of a bang
- when that one hit."
- It was ancient, incredibly so, and distorted by tectonic
- drift, but it was still recognisable. Two thousand kilometres
- across it was still roughly circular except where the ocean took a
- semi-circular bite out of it. The crater wall had deteriorated. On
- the landward side it was now white-capped mountain ranges,
- ranks of huge mountains that joined with the chain running
- down the centre of the continent. Even part of the rim that had
- been breached by the ocean survived as an arc of islands
- separated by narrow channels. The crater floor was landscaped
- with rolling plains. Doubtless the asteroid had fused vast
- expanses of the ground to glass when it had struck, however
- natural process had prevailed and now there was plant life,
- showing green and gold. The glittering threads of rivers twisted
- their way to the sea and
- Hayes could just make out the lighter wash where they
- discharged sediment.
- Murphy, how he wished for the high power optics! He'd
- have been able to count the trees in a forest. As the situation
- stood, he could either make do with these low -quality pictures,
- or get closer...
- Was it possible?
- --\o/--
- The AI hemmed and hawed for a while, reminding Hayes
- that if the module grounded it would have to wait for the
- mainship to arrive before it could lift again.
- "I know," he shrugged. "But why sit in orbit doing
- nothing when I might as well be down there looking around. Even
- if I have to do it in a hardsuit."
- "The planet is an unknown. There could be dangers..."
- Hayes snorted. "Can you name anything down there
- that'd have a hope of penetrating a collapsium hull?"
- That got it. The computer hesitated a second, then
- confessed, "Nothing that would have a greater than a five and a
- half million chance of happening. Also there would be a problem
- in maintaining communications with the mainship. There is a
- choice between radio contact or launching a relay satellite."
- "Go with the sat," Hayes said. "Do we have a power
- sat on board?"
- "No. The only units in the bays are three Boeing NJVC
- MK6 communication relays."
- They would have been useful for a little extra power, but
- no matter. Hayes ran a demographic program for a forecast if he
- continued to consume fuel at the current rate and spent a minute
- studying the results. No problem. A smooth landing would
- leave more than ample mass in the containment fields for
- lifesupport and other basic functions.
- The final approach he would make at a shallow angle;
- still more savings on fuel. That would enable the module to
- make several orbits of Illuminatus, altitude decaying all the time,
- during which the cameras could take more detailed survey
- pictures.
- He pondered over a landing zone.
- In the electronic web of the VR interface he spun a
- three dimensional simulation of Illuminatus in full colour and
- floated above it. From forty-thousand kilometres the land was
- shades of green, the white-capped mountains looking like paper
- crumpled, then spread out again. A twitch of an eye and the
- planet spun beneath him, thousands of kilometres of sea and
- islands blurring past. The coastline appeared as a streak of white
- clouds on the horizon then was below him. Another twitch and
- it slowed to a crawl. Hayes flicked a sequence of command
- signals, as fluent as a virtuoso on a lightboard, and the eastern
- seaboard began to drift beneath him.
- Where?
- The land was mind-bogglingly huge! He'd never been
- on anything larger than a planetoid that he could circumnavigate
- in a standard day...on foot. Here there were plains that would take
- weeks to cross. Or mountains ten kilometres high.
- The crater drifted into view.
- An area small enough to be covered by drones. A
- varied topology and - hopefully - biology. Again, why not?
- Hayes wondered what the seaside was like.
- --\o/--
- High above the blue-white curve of the planet the
- ship's engines fired, nudging the module from its orbit. Sunlight
- glared from white surfaces as the vehicle rolled, turning its belly
- to the planet.
- The window was open. The command module began its descent.
- From the cocoon of the VR interface Hayes monitored
- the entry. There was little he could do, the AI was quite capable
- of controlling the ship and could respond far faster than he
- could. The Aspiration's AI had a vast battery of sensors
- feeding it information. There was a database larger than the
- libraries of earth it could use to cross-reference the data, then
- cables of laser light transmitted its reactions. All done in the
- time a Human was deciding something was wrong. With one of
- the neural networks a human could match a computer for
- reaction time, but not for the accuracy. There was a far greater
- chance of the jellyware making a mistake than the hardware.
- So Hayes watched as the planet spun around him,
- inverting until he hung over it. This was realtime, the cameras on
- full resolution. Off to the sides green displays flickered, denoting
- altitude, speed relative to the planet, angle of attack, and
- various beads showing the condition of ship's systems.
- Then more indicators flashed to life as the ship skimmed
- the outer exosphere at Mach 27.
- All cameras were rolling, probbing the planet in the
- visible spectrum, infrared, ultraviolet, X-ray. As the module eased
- into a descent angle at -45 degrees latitude the AI set aside a
- block of memory for sorting and storing the influx of information.
- What it was especially interested in was the landing zone.
- Illuminatus sped by beneath as the ship's speed
- decreased.
- On the horizon a brilliant smear of white appeared,
- resolving into a swirling cloud formation covering a swatch of the
- western seaboard. The cameras could pick up flashes of
- lightning among the thunderheads. Scans of the terrain below
- went to shit.
- Hayes cursed.
- Minutes later and it was past them, but the AI had
- gathered enough to confirm the landing zone.
- A hundred kilometres up. Braking. The ship shuddering
- as it began to enter atmosphere proper. Stubby flanges unfolded
- from the flanks of the ship and twisted, disrupting the airflow
- around the superheated hull.
- Speed was sliced to Mach 15.
- The sea was below them. Sub-tropical waters stretched
- away blue and serene. Reefs - or something analogous to them -
- became obvious as they interfered with currents around the
- islands and atols. If there was coral, Hayes knew, there was at
- the very least life beyond plants. By the looks of the reefs they
- were big enough, old enough, that something considerably
- more complex should have evolved.
- Still there was no sign of any electrical activity. No
- lights beyond natural fires and volcanic vents.
- Hours later and again the continent was creeping up
- over the horizon to the east. This time the sharp edge of
- darkness was spreading across the face of the land.
- Mach 10 as the module crossed the dark ranges down
- the heart of the continent.
- At ten kilometres there was air enough to generate a thin
- whine around the stubby fins of the module and send wisps of
- superheated vapour curling away as the ship bellied in.
- Aeronautically speaking, the Aspiration was a brick. A
- very heavy brick. The stubby control surfaces were for
- directional control, with no hope of keeping the vehicle aloft. As
- the crater wall approached they came into play, slewing the ship
- into an S shaped approach. Velocity dropped on every turn, as
- did altitude.
- Now there was a cushion of white hot air washing
- against the module's underside. Streams of fire fled back from
- the stubby wings as the final mountain passed and it was above
- the crater rim, the terrain hidden by bank upon bank of clouds,
- glowing silver in the light of the three moons. In the distance
- lighting flickered.
- Louvered slots opened in the module's underbelly:
- ramjets venting short bursts of high-velocity superheated air.
- The ship levelled, banked, describing a slow spiral down to
- five, then two kilometres. Hayes was transfixed, the first wisps
- of cirrus clouds flashing past, turned to phosphorescent glory
- by the moonlight. A...bird. He'd seen some of them once in a
- reckhab: colourful feathered things fluttering around the
- lightcore and fouling the airplant.
- "Two minutes to wing deployment," the AI informed
- him.
- Barely above Mach 2, the ship levelled and lined itself
- up, then flared. The entire vessel shuddered, superdense metal
- booming as the airflow buffeted it, wrenching at the control
- surfaces. Air brakes sprang from the hull and the plasma
- retros fired a controlled burst. Numerics in the pilot's display
- flickered madly as the vehicle gained altitude, slowing to the point
- of a stall.
- The AI timed it as only a machine can. With faultless
- precision the parafoil exploded and unfolded from its pod on the
- dorsal ridge. Like a vast jellyfish the transparent canopy
- snapped into shape with a boom to drown the thunder as the
- slipstream caught it. The two and a half square kilometres of
- monomolecular compressed Singlex that composed the parafoil
- was pulled taut, but in no danger of tearing despite the thousands
- of tonnes it was supporting.
- Now it had wings. Almost silently, with an occasional jet
- of fire from a thruster, the module dipped and spiraled down into
- the grey cotton of the thunderheads.
- --\o/--
- The video screens were blotted out by the clouds,
- displaying only swirling mists and droplets of moisture
- punctuated by a flash as lighting rippled through a cloud. The
- entire ship trembled slightly as it ran through severe
- turbulence. The external broad-band monitors - IF, UV, etc -
- were hindered, periodically dissolving into white-out as
- electrical discharges crackled around them.
- Silently the Aspiration's command module flashed
- across a breach in the clouds, the ground below clear for a split
- second, then plunged into the cloud banks again.
- Hayes' watched the green bar of the artificial horizon tilt
- then level off again as the ship's inertial navigation system
- homed in on the designated landing zone. Altitude continued to
- drop, below 5,000, the airspeed at just over 700 klicks.
- They dropped out from the low cloud cover and the
- starlite cameras flicked in. Flat plains were passing below the ship.
- Once they crossed what looked like a long line of forest.
- Growing along a river? Hayes looked around with fascination,
- seeing as if the bulk of the ship wasn't there. The plains seemed to
- stretched off to the horizon, to merge with the dark wall of
- mountains supporting the roof of clouds.
- Long minutes passed in silence.
- When it came, the AI's voice startled him, saying,
- "Landing may be rough."
- The altimeter was counting down, the final couple of
- hundred feet flashing by too quickly. Speed was 267 klicks.
- Altitude into two digits...
- Shallow gullies flashed by, then an impact that rattled
- his teeth and pounded him against the restraint web. Anti-
- inertial systems fluctuated under the strain. Cameras went dark.
- hull and structural supports boomed and screamed. At the rear of
- the craft struts integral to the ship's docking facilities were bent
- and crumpled as it hit stern-first, gouging a huge rut through the
- alien earth.
- The sound of wind and rain in grass was joined by
- the ticking and groaning of cooling metal.
- --\o/--
- A thermal lance glared like a miniature sun, throwing
- dancing shadows and sparks as the servos swarmed over the
- damaged section of inner hull, cutting wreckage apart. Other units
- carted the scrap away.
- Hayes blinked away the afterimages and shook his
- head, sending the beam of his lamp bobbing around the
- crawlspace. Not good. The collapsium section of the hull had
- held well, but in this section of the stern, standard
- titanium/collapsium composite structural supports inside the hull
- had failed. It would take a while to replace them. There was other
- damage, mostly minimal: here a cracked coolant pipe, a strap
- breaking and sending a piece of equipment careening and
- smashing a console. The parafoil was being salvaged, ready for
- recycling.
- The crawlways riddled the ship behind the walls, under
- the floors, in the ceilings. They were close, cramped, and dark.
- Hayes hated them. He swore as a servo scuttled past him,
- clattering along the wall on its six legs. He hated these damned
- places and his mild claustrophobia - unusual in a spacer - didn't
- make it easier, but he made a point of eyeballing things himself.
- He paused to open an inspection panel, spending a
- few seconds to trace the optical connection inside, then pulled
- a cable from his wrist Nexus and jacked it into a port. The
- holographic display glowed to life above the Nexus and Hayes'
- fingers played across the lists of files, selecting a diagnostics
- program. Circuit after circuit was tested by the wrist unit, all
- coming up green.
- While the program ran, Hayes leaned back and sighed.
- Wedged into a stuffy tube while a whole planet waited outside...
- "Hey! Pan!"
- The intercomm indicator on the Nexus flashed on.
- "Yes, Samuel?"
- "Are the tests done yet?"
- "The medical systems are examining samples as fast
- as possible. I have dispatched a pair of remote servos to collect
- samples from remote areas. So far no inimical bacteria have been
- found, however at least another day of testing is required to be
- reasonably certain a human can survive without protection. The
- longer the testing period the better.
- "Preliminary soil analysis reveals an abundance of
- silicates, also large quantities of lead, gold, silver, zinc, copper,
- mercury, and tin. There are low trace readings of iron, nickle. Rare
- earth elements..."
- "Hold it," Hayes raised a hand to interrupt. "That's not a
- representative sampling, is it."
- "That is just in this area."
- "Well, get some more servos out to take more
- samples. There're two geoprobes on board: use em and get back
- to me with the results." The diagnostics had come up clean. He
- unjacked the plug and closed the inspection panel. "Now, what
- I'm interested in is if I can live out there."
- The AI hesitated. It was designed to protect its
- operator and it was old enough that it had had experience with a
- wide sampling of humans. That experience told it they would
- often take risks a machine would deem unnecessary. At the
- moment it was seventy-three percent certain a human could
- survive unaided. A human might decided to risk it, therefore...
- "Insufficient data."
- --\o/--
- This day the view in the holorals was real. Hayes tended
- his plants with panoramas of seemingly endless plains around
- him. The grasses were golden, blending to a slight purple where
- they met the sky. Patterns of light changed as wind riffled
- through the stalks. He spread some more nutrient on the plant
- beds and turned the sprinkler system on low. The transparent
- display cases housing the plants filled with mist.
- Was that what those distant cloud-topped mountains
- would be like? Massive peaks enshrouded in mists?
- Murphy, but he longed to be out there. Fifteen years
- he'd spent in this ship, but suddenly it seemed close. A new world
- and it was just beyond those walls. The holorals weren't the
- same thing at all.
- Out of idle interest he called up a window in one of the
- holorals, listing the data coming in. Some of it was beyond his
- ken. Molecular biology, complex organic chemistry. The AI was
- recording EVERYTHING.
- Hayes shook his head and went across to open a
- storage cabinet. The small package he pulled out was of genuine
- tooled leather, the tiny blades and trimmers inside shiny, razor
- sharp. He spread it out on the biograss beside him as he set
- himself down tailor-fashion, selected a pair of tiny clippers and
- began trimming the delicate branches and needles away.
- "Samuel."
- "Hmmm?"He didn't look up from his work.
- "A servo has caught a local animal. It's being brought
- back to the module now."
- Now he looked up."What is it? What kind?"
- "A small herbivore. Quadraped. Perhaps analogous to
- an terran rabbit."
- "A what?"
- An archive picture appeared on a holoral. A small
- furry creature with long pointed ears and big hind legs. It
- hopped around the screen, looking harmless. Beside it the AI
- showed a computer reconstruction of the Illuminatus equivalent:
- round ears like furry radar dishes, bulbous black eyes, black nose,
- and long whiskers. It ran, didn't hop.
- When the servo scurried back to a service lock it was
- carrying a limp bundle with a laser burn through the base of its
- skull. More servos met it to seal the prize into a cannister and cart
- the package into the heart of the ship.
- Hayes leaned against the transparent plex isolating
- the sterile medical bay watching the multiple lenses and
- manipulators of surgical servos hovering over the small carcass
- on the table. Already there were more probes and sensors stuck
- onto and into it than any human patient would warrant. When the
- scalpels came out he watched for a second, then grimaced and
- turned away. "Christo! People used to EAT that?"
- He walked back to the elevator and leaned against the
- back wall, watching the door close: "Main deck." The lift
- moved smoothly. "Pan, how are the tests going?"
- The AIs voice came back as unperturbed as ever. "The
- creature is a female, warm blooded and marsupial-"
- "Marsupial?"
- "A mammal of the order Marsupialia. The young are
- ejected from the womb before they are completely developed and
- complete their term in an external pouch. On Terra these
- include kangaroos, wallabies, bandicoots, opossums, and
- wombats. Found principally in the Australian region and South
- and central America."
- "Right. Thanks."
- "Warm blooded and marsupial with a rapid, carbon-
- based metabolism. Blood temperature is approximately twenty-
- seven degrees with a probable pressure of about 30/20. Amino
- acid groups have been broken down into - "
- "Hey! Just a second!"The elevator stopped, the doors
- opening and Hayes exiting. "Look, I just want to know, can I
- live out there?"
- The hesitation was so slight Hayes never noticed. "So
- far tissue biopsies have detected no inimical bacteria. However,
- there are proportionally large amounts of lead and potassium in
- the animal's system. Ingesting native fauna or water would prove
- hazardous or fatal in the long term."
- Hayes entered the living area where his pruning tools
- were still spread out on the floor. He knelt to pack them back
- into their places and rolled the kit up. The plants were beautiful,
- organic masterpieces of life, but still the terrariums were poor
- mockeries of the verdant excesses outside. Standing before a
- holoral he could see the wind in the grasses, he could see the
- clouds and mountains, all as clear as if they were just beyond a
- window. But it wasn't even that satisfying.
- He stared into the holoral for a while longer, tapping his
- hand indecisively against his leg, then spun on his heel and made
- for the lift.
- --\o/--
- Metal decking grids rang under his feet when he stepped
- from the lift, drowning the hum as the door closed. Low
- intensity worklamps powered up as he entered, illuminating a
- room with cargo doors running off to bays and the heavy seals
- of the dorsal access hatch. Normally used when docking with a
- habitat or another ship, it was now dogged tight.
- The walls were white chitite, battered but clean,
- convoluted with the molded doors of lockers and storage bins
- with their bright legends and warning logos. Hayes pressed his
- right wrist against a locker, the imbedded chip popping the door.
- There was an assortment of equipment inside, from packs to
- work lights, including four suits: a fairly recent model red-shelled
- hardsuit and three softsuits: two of those Kisuki-Ford models
- over fifty years old, their green pectoral armour and smartseal
- fabric scarred. The last was an Altair Fabrications softsuit,
- barely three years old, gleaming white. Hayes checked the
- diagnostic, then unplugged it from the support systems.
- As light as an off-the-rack standard suit, highly flexible,
- it was his suit of preference for areas too restricting for a
- hardsuit. It had damned effective life-support and recycling
- facilities, chameleon capabilities, and best of all the Flexlink outer
- layer was impact armour: for all intensive purposes puncture
- proof.
- Hayes separated the suit into its components, then
- stripped off his boots, pants, underwear, and nexus, leaving his
- tunic, and pulled the suit's lower half on. There was an
- uncomfortable moment as the catheters lodged themselves in
- place. The inside lining inflated to hug his legs. The boots
- with their nearindestructable high-grip soles bonded with the
- leggings, the seam almost imperceptible. As with the leggings,
- the padded jacket's lining adjusted itself to fit.
- "Samuel."
- Hayes picked a set of gauntlets off their rack and
- stuffed them into a pocket. There was no point in trying to ignore
- an AI: If they wanted to talk they'd generate a subroutine to
- keep trying until they got your attention. You'd go mad before
- they got bored.
- "Yeah?"
- "You are intending to leave the ship?"
- "Uh-huh."
- "That is not wise. There are still tests to be completed. I
- do not have the facilities to be entirely-"
- "Pan, you have the specs for this suit."
- "Yes."
- "What are the chances of bacteria penetrating if it's
- sealed?"
- "Close to zero."
- "Fine. Sas. Then I'm going out. No more debate...that's
- an order."
- "Acknowledged."
- Hayes grunted and pulled a helmet from its charging
- sockets. He pressed the TEST stud and the status beads glowed
- green. Power cells full, respirator cycling perfectly, software
- diagnostics reading 100%.
- From another locker he withdrew a canteen and
- ratcakes, packing the canteen into its place in his suit and
- the concentrates into an empty pouch. He hesitated over the
- emergency flares, then shrugged, grabbed a handful of thermal
- flares and seismic charges and stuffed them into the suit's
- dispenser.
- He sealed the locker, then pondered for a second and
- crossed the room to another bin. His Personal Ident Chip
- unlocked it. The thing they'd found, the psuedo-rabbit...pabbit?
- had over-developed eyes and ears. It had powerful legs for
- running. It burrowed. That meant there was something it had
- evolved to flee and hide from.
- Predators.
- And perhaps there were things that didn't make these
- little pabbits their exclusive diet.
- The universe was a dangerous place, a place it was not
- wise to journey in unless prepared. Asides from nature, there
- was always the human factor. Privateers and Jumpers lurked in
- the outermost regions of human habitation and on the fringes of
- the space lanes. Skirmishes between systems and habitats did
- happen. A century ago the Aspiration had been involved in a
- minor war, the old miner being commandeered and fitted with
- missile, railgun, and plasma cannon pods to blockade a
- stretchpoint. She had one kill - an old heavy carrier retrofitted to
- transport batteries of thermonuke pulse-bombs.
- Those old railguns were still there: seven pods on the
- mainship still harboured the turrets with their coiled gravitic
- accelerators. They were used for destroying any rocks that may
- wander too close to a mining installations, also for persuading
- privateers to keep their distance.
- Risk didn't only travel outside the habitats. There were
- places, especially the refineries and Markets, where only the
- incredibly brave or foolish went without some form of life
- assurance. Hayes preferred the type with a barrel or blade.
- The locker was filled with a clutter of weaponry
- collected by Hayes and previous ships owners, from Bowies to
- old chemical firearms to more recent plasma sprayers. Most of
- them were antipersonnel: effective against humans but of little
- effect against a vital bulkhead or life-support equipment. They
- were all in mint condition, the servos breaking them down to clean
- regularly.
- He wanted something lightweight, with enough punch
- to stop anything that might have a chance of doing him some
- damage, even in the skinsuit. Something that also made an
- impressive bang. He choose an electrothermochemical handgun
- with an explosive load. Big, angular, and black, the tribarreled
- weapon was psychologically reassuring, but the water cylinder
- needed replacing, as did the battery. It took a while to hunt
- down the replacements, but when installed they worked perfectly.
- Clipped to his belt the weight of the weapon was a
- reassurance.
- --\o/--
- Through its multitude of eyes and other sensors the
- AI watched Hayes prepping the suit. Through suit monitors it
- saw his elevated pulse and blood pressure, his accelerated
- breathing. In its own way, the machine too felt concern, part of it
- compelled to persuade him to stop and wait, but countermanded
- by Hayes' order. Again it scanned the ship's perimeter with
- every local sensor available, then it switched to the drones and
- servos, sections of its personality monitoring over twenty eyes
- scuttling though the grass or skimming the plains nearby.
- Pabbits dived for their burrows as the shadow of an
- aerial passed overhead. Large herbivores stopped grazing and
- stared at a servo from bulbous eyes, but nowhere did it detect
- anything that would warrant overriding Hayes' order for
- noninterference.
- Still it 'felt' anxiety. Submolecular gateways rippled in
- indecision, the arrays favouring overriding Hayes' order losing
- out. It needed more data before it could sway the balance. There
- were discrepancies in the final aerial images, so the machine
- allocated more processing time to analysing these. If there was
- something there, it would find it.
- --\o/--
- The decontamination spray smelt like pine needles and
- sea air and tingled as it touched the skin then dried almost
- instantly. The light in the battered whiteness of the main lock
- increased to an uncomfortable level, then faded back to normal
- intensity.
- Hayes blinked, rubbed his eyes and pulled the
- faceplate down. With a hiss it sealed and double-locked.
- Pressure in the lock dropped and the suit expanded as the
- atmosphere was evacuated, pumped back into the ship. For a
- second the lock was in hard vacuum, then the pressure returned
- as air was pumped back in, air from the outside.
- Atmosphere inside and out equalized. Warning legends
- lit up and strobes flashed. Locking bolts rotated and withdrew.
- The seals on the door cracked and the massive hatch slid out,
- then sideways.
- Helmet polarisors came on as sunlight flooded into the
- dock. It wasn't the raw, searing stuff of near-stellar space,
- unfiltered light that could blind eyes and sear skin tissues. This
- light was slightly harsher than the illumination in the Aspiration;
- maybe moderately uncomfortable to human eyes, but not
- terminal.
- Hayes stepped out of the lock: cautiously. The ramp
- and docking umbilicals that would be available at a habitat
- weren't there and the hatch opened onto the port side of the hull,
- high up, so it was a long way down. Cautiously he was picking
- his way across exposed conduits and connections, then he
- froze, eyes widening in awe.
- The horizon was endless, greens and dusty golds and
- hazy purples, the sky...it was nothing like the depth of space,
- nothing like the sharp pinpoints of the stars as seen from a cold
- rock: a boundless blue emptiness that captured the eye and drew
- it in, deeper and deeper.
- Hayes swayed and caught at a flex pipe to steady
- himself. A glance down and he swallowed. Beyond the docking
- clamps was the platform of the external lift and beyond that the
- hull dropped away, straight down.
- He couldn't count the times he'd stepped out of this
- very lock when going EVA, but this was so different, so
- impossibly different. Of course he wasn't afraid of heights: no
- deep spacer was. He could hang from a belt clamp over a five
- hundred metre deep cargo hold without a qualm, but this wasn't
- normal. Perhaps it was the wind, winding its way around the
- grounded ship and upsetting his sense of balance.
- Anyway, he kept a hand on the control box as the lift
- platform swung out, then began crawling down the sheer face of
- the white hull, now marked with carbon-scoring. The module's ID -
- TMC-172 - stencilled in black letters three times Hayes' height
- passed behind him, his shadow becoming invisible against the
- dark surface then reappearing against the white collapsium skin.
- Despite the parafoil the ship had struck hard. It lay in the
- remains of a hill shattered when a vessel massing more than it
- did impacted and tore the top off. That rubble now lay banked up
- around the ship, covering perhaps two metres of the lower hull;
- more towards the stern. It was onto this mess of torn loam, sod,
- and boulders that Hayes dropped.
- And promptly landed on his ass.
- "Samuel?"The AI's voice sounded in his
- ears."Your biomonitors show..."
- "I'm fine,"he spat, sitting up and slapping a
- palm disgustedly down on the dirt. "Just slipped."
- Of all the possible drawbacks he'd been expecting,
- walking wasn't one of them. It was the combination of near full
- gravity and the treacherous footing; his life of smooth decks in
- habitats and ships and micro-gravity on rocks hadn't prepared
- him for
- this. It took him a while to clamber across the loose rubble
- lying around the Aspiration and he nearly twisted his ankle more
- than once as an unstable rock rolled underfoot. A small servo
- scuttled to the top of a knoll to watch him as he clambered out of
- the rut the ship had left.
- The grasses around the landing site were burned,
- charring a great black, lopsided streak across the countryside.
- The rains on the night of the drop were a blessing, otherwise the
- wildfire would have raced across the grasses, wiping the slate
- clean.
- Every time Hayes' boot touched it raised a puff of dark soot. It
- reminded him of the obsidian ash found on some larger asteroids,
- but this stuff, instead of slowly drifting back to the surface, was
- wafted away. Stolen by the wind.
- --\o/--
- He was still occasionally stumbling over tussocks of
- grass and an odd, low-lying type of bush over-endowed with
- long creeping branches that seemed intent on tripping him.
- It was on a broad, windswept hilltop that Hayes stopped
- to survey his world, his breath hissing in his helmet. The
- Aspiration was behind him, now only the top of the hull and a
- few sensor array stacks visible above the gullies and hills. Far,
- far away to the west the hazy purple-blue-grey of the mountains
- merged with low, dark clouds. Other points of the compass bore
- hills and grass and long stretches of greenery sprawled across the
- skyline. He dialed up the magnification in his helmet and the
- greenery resolved into banks of bushes and larger plants. Trees,
- Hayes guessed.
- Slowly he sank down into a crouch, arms resting on
- knees. So much, so big.
- "And it's all mine!" he grinned.
- "What?"
- "Forget it, Pan,"Hayes replied then tapped the sequence
- on the Nexus to disable the communicator.
- For several minutes he watched the clouds drifting
- slowly across the landscape, the wind rippling across the
- grasses, then he raised hands to twist the seals on his helmet. The
- faintest of hisses sounded as the visor swung up. The air outside
- was cool, a sharp shock against his skin. There were smells and
- scents, damp coolness, a rich tang. He reached down to pluck a
- single leaf from a plant and held it up to his nose, crushing it
- between his fingers: almost a pine-scent, like his bonsai.
- Standing, he popped the seals again, turning the neck
- ring to lift the whole helmet off and clip it to his belt. The wind
- caught at his close-cropped blonde hair like a live thing.
- On his wrist the Nesxus' comm light blinked on and
- on, unheeded.
- --\o/--
- It was perhaps three kilometres before the servo
- dogging Hayes' footsteps began to falter. It was a localised
- repair robot, not really designed for long distance travel across
- this type of terrain. With the Aspiration out of sight it had
- reached the limits of its effective range.
- It hesitated once with a delicate metallic leg poised, then
- turned and began scuttling back along its tracks.
- --\o/--
- So, what now?
- By now acquainted with the uneven ground Hayes was
- able to let his thoughts drift off on tangents. With a warm sun
- and cool air it was pleasant. Strange how perspectives change. . .
- in space it was a star, on a planet it was a sun, the sun.
- He could get used to this, he mused. Well, why not? He
- could take this time as a vacation. The years it would take to
- rebuild the Aspiration he could use as a vacation, explore this
- world at his leisure. Perhaps try skiing, or surfing, hang gliding.
- He'd tried the latter once before, in a habitat, but here, with the
- unlimited skies, it would be very different: Huge monomolecular
- wings and foamed framework and you could soar forever.
- He resettled the helmet in the crook of his arm.
- And he'd have to get a beacon installed somewhere. His
- claim marker. He could even start construction on a fusion plant
- downside. That'd give him a reliable power source so he could
- begin work on a power plant for repressurising the module's
- containment unit.
- But before then there was so much more to explore.
- He'd break a surface rover out of stowage to get a little further
- afield. There were some pictures taken on the descent that looked
- interesting. Some of those big rivers for instance. . .
- Speaking of which. . .
- There was a glittering about a kilometre ahead that
- caught his eye. The optics in the helmet resolved it into water;
- perhaps a small lake. Hmm. . .
- He lifted the helmet off and angled his route in that
- direction.
- The ground changed as he approached. The grasses
- thinned, turning to clay and gravel. Cracks ran across the terrain
- like fissures in fractured glass: some shallow, others metres
- deep. Those he could he jumped across, others he had to skirt
- around. Erosion, he guessed, water running through here. It
- must be a seasonal thing, dry now.
- It was water that had caught his eye: a small lake of
- grey water with few stunted plants growing around it.
- Rivulets trickled down from converging gullies and cracks. Those
- would be from the rain the previous night. Steep banks led down
- to the lake in several places where the water had dug away
- the surrounding soil.
- There was something else:
- Along the edge of the lake was a strip of land with
- parallel ruts in it. Animal tracks? They didn't look like it. Hayes
- jumped across a small ravine and cautiously made his way along
- the rim of a steep eroded bank, almost a small cliff, to get a
- better look. He crouched down and touched his nexus:
- "Pan, what do those tracks look like?"
- "They resemble vehicle tracks," the AI replied. "Or
- possibly animal trails. An exact statement is impossible without
- more information. . ." There was a pause: then," Samuel, a
- servo has detected objects in your vicinity, moving towards
- you."
- "What? Animals?"
- "Visual range is extreme. Enhancing: Objects are
- vehicles. . ."
- "WHAT!"
- "Samuel! Behind. . . "
- But he had already seen the shadow, spinning and
- clambering to his feet.
- Gaping jaws and amber eyes locked on him. Light
- glittering from metal, a scrabble of feet launched it forward, a long
- blade raised and gleaming like copper. The piercing scream that
- hit his eardrums like an icepick. Automatically his hand darted to
- his holster.
- The clay beneath his feet crumbled away.
- He yelled, his arms windmilled for balance as he teetered
- on the crumbling brink of the cliff. The blade hovering over him
- hesitated and he stared into eyes that widened as they met his,
- then he went over backwards, the world spinning, his helmet
- flying. His suit went rigid as steel as he hit stone and clay and
- slid, dropped again, his head striking rock once, then again. The
- sun flared in his head then the world faded...
- A shower of small stones, dirt, and dust spilled down
- over the white suit as he slid to a halt. His gun clattered down
- and splashed into the water. Slowly the dust settled over the
- motionless heap at the foot of the cliff.
- --\o/--
- PART II
- In times of need,
- What better recourse than war?
- -From 'Observations of the Blind'
- The city was burning.
- Above the rooftops of the western quarter the night sky
- was glowing as fires raged. That would be the area around the
- breach in the city's curtain wall, the gatehouse perhaps. There
- was already the distant sounds of fighting in the streets around
- him, house to house as the Chrsty Rim soldiery advanced.
- Sekher nervously licked his jowls and clutched tighter
- at sword and shield. The hilt of his Shern'ae blade was damp
- with perspiration, causing his fur to cling to the binding. His
- heart was hammering in his chest, the reek of his fear and
- excitement rank upon the air in the dark doorway. Where in the
- names of the Gods was he? In the excitement - dodging enemy
- troops and mobs of fleeing citizens - he'd twisted and turned like
- a ribbon in a river, completely losing himself in the strange town.
- For now he tried to get his bearings. Over there to the north, the
- wall of the female quarters loomed, its whitewashed planes
- ethereal against the dark sky. Eastwards was the inner wall, the
- final line of defence surrounding the palace grounds.
- The K'streth Plain militia and guard would need all the
- help they could muster.
- Pulling his shield close he ducked his head from the
- doorway, making sure the coast was clear, then began following
- the road north at a steady jog, hugging the shadows, tail rigid.
- He'd try to reach the main thoroughfare below the white wall.
- From there it wasn't far to the walls and the fighting.
- An explosion thumped. Sekher's ears and ruff folded
- flat. That came from the direction of the temple. The priests. He
- shuddered, refusing to imagine the conflict taking place there.
- With what Gifts were the shaved Rim priests possessed?
- Gods! Being enbroiled in a full-blooded war was not
- what he'd imagined his tour of the bordering principalities
- would entail. His sire had decided it was now time for him to see
- more of the world and at the same time make a gesture of goodwill
- to his allies and neighbours by sending his son as emissary. It
- would be an opportunity to make new acquaintances and learn
- something about protocol, diplomacy, and the idiosyncrasies of
- other lands in one stroke.
- Copulating great timing! he snarled to himself as his
- toe claws clattered on wet cobblestones. Bless the damp plains
- night, it would make fires harder to start. There had been
- ominous rumblings from the south for some time now, but
- nobody had expected it to flare into all-out war.
- He dodged around a wagon sitting abandoned in the
- middle of the lane, the draft shen ululating lowly and rolling their
- eyes nervously, nearly ran into the enemy.
- A trio of them in their errie red, orange, and black armour
- were backing a warrior in K'streth cream livery and visored helm
- up against a wall. The lone soldier's blade was wavering before
- him, tip flicking from foe to foe as he tried to watch them all at
- once. An impossible effort.
- And the stink of Sekher's fear redoubled. He'd been
- trained, had drilled many long hours with weapons of many sorts,
- but this was no game where the loser would lose some fur,
- perhaps gain a bruise.
- And that training held fast where his consciousness
- failed. Still holding the Shern'ae his hand slipped behind the
- shield, finding one of the four flat blades fastened there, rose,
- and snapped down. One of the three Rim soldiers screamed in
- pain and just had time to try to clasp a hand to the flat blade
- jutting from the opening in his armpit, then collapsed.
- As his comrades automatically turned to his cry, the
- K'streth guard took advantage of the opening. His sword
- slashed and opened the neck of a Rim trooper beneath the helmet
- flange. Blood fountained in a dark spray. The remaining one
- howled and flung himself upon Sekher. He barely had time to
- fling his shield up before it rang with the resounding clang of
- swordstrike.
- He struck out with the shield and danced back,
- whipping his own sword around, but the Rim soldier was fleeing
- back towards his own lines. Panting from shock and exertion
- Sekher lowered his sword.
- Across the street the K'streth guard was also
- gasping, looking up at Sekher with the most incredible gold eyes
- showing above the visor. With one hand he reached up and
- stripped aside the mask to catch a mouthful of air and Sekher's
- ears wilted in shock. Not a he...she.
- A female! He gaped in foolish wonder. A pelt of a grey-
- blue so deep it faded into the night, making her sand-coloured
- armour seem to float unsupported. She returned the stare with a
- slightly amused smile, raised her sword in salute to him. Small
- Guard, she had to be: the females who kept order in their part of
- the city where males were forbidden. What was she doing here?
- in the male sector?
- Only one reason.
- He saw it. Beyond the White Wall was the glow of
- flames.
- The female followed his gaze, then gave a wry grimace.
- She had beautiful little teeth.
- There was a commotion behind him as a mass of soldiery
- burst into the street. The light cream armour of K'streth troops
- this time, some smeared with soot, others bleeding from minor
- wounds. Sekher flattened back against the wall as they ran past,
- metal jingling, headed for the palace. Beyond them he saw the
- female join them.
- "Wait!" he began to start after her.
- "Hai! Outsider! Hold!" another voice hailed him.
- "What?" he jumped as a grizzled mass of red-brown fur
- in an officer's helm and armour clamped a hand over his
- shoulder, forestalling him. "You Sekher Che, right?" A squad
- of weary looking guards had halted behind their leader,
- watching their surroundings with nervous eyes. "Orders from the
- High Lord. We're to get you out of the city and away in one
- piece."
- "But the city..."
- "A lost cause,"the officer growled. The designs on all
- their shields were scratched and scared. They'd seen action and
- from the looks of them had barely gotten away with their pelts
- intact. "Come on. There's a postern gate to the river on the west
- wall."
- Behind them another explosion rolled across the city. Balls of fire
- rose from seige engines, then fell in graceful arcs into the packed
- mass of buildings.
- --\o/--
- The tiny postern gate did open into the river; by way of
- the storm drains. By the time they reached the grill at the far end,
- the small band was covered in the filth that congealed in those
- tunnels. Sekher coughed and spat in disgust, gagging at the reek.
- In the cloudless sky the Hole was a brilliant mass of
- dots in the night, turning the river into a rippling mass of
- blackness. There was a small boat well concealed near the drain
- and within a minute the soldiers had it upright and in the water.
- Before they boarded, the troopers all smeared their armour with
- mud, hiding the tell-tale whiteness, although after the filth of the
- sewers there was little to cover. Sekher in his green and brown
- blotched livery was dark enough to be exempt. For this he
- had cause to be grateful: the mud had the thick stench of bad
- flatulence.
- The muffled oars made little noise as the two troopers
- rowing moved them out into the current. Another pair sat with
- arrows on their bowstrings; ready.
- They could all see the dark mass that was the walls of
- the city moving away behind them. The orange glow in the sky
- was brighter. The Lightbringer rising or a more mundane fire?
- "Where do we go from here?" Sekher asked.
- "Shut it!" the elder warrior hissed, cuffing his ears.
- Ears stinging, Sekher bristled, about to reply when a
- hand was clamped over his mouth. "Silence!" the officer
- repeated his hiss, directing Sekher's head.
- The younger one's eyes widened as the bridged
- appeared, the troops on it silhouetted against the sky. Silently
- the boat drifted past, its passengers holding their breath. They
- could hear the conversation of the guard above, the laughter.
- Then they were past.
- When they were out of earshot Sekher felt the the
- pressure on his jaws lessen, but then there was a painful tweak
- on his ears. "Cub," the officer snarled. "When I tell you to be
- shut your face, you obey. Without question. I have my orders to
- protect you, but I swear by all that's scared I shall put you off at
- the first town if you endanger the rest of us! Understand?"
- Sekher gaped, feeling the heat rising in his ears, then
- swallowed. "Yes...Sir. Understand."
- "Good."
- "Ah, Sir?"
- "Huhhnn?"
- "What is your name?"
- The warrior grinned, his teeth flashing beneath the
- fringe of his moustache. "Twistfur. But they," he jerked a finger
- towards the other troopers crowded into the small craft, "usually
- call me Furball."
- None of the others said a word.
- "But never to my face," Twistfur concluded with a
- glistening grin. "Now stay down and quiet."
- Sekher crouched down low. There was water in the
- bottom of the boat, wet on his feet. He grimaced in distaste at
- the feel, water was something he never felt comfortable around.
- Still, he tried to find a spot where he could wait out a long ride
- without cramping up.
- They moved as silently as they could, the only sounds
- the water flowing past the gunwhales and dripping from the
- paddles. In the remote distance, from beyond the mountains
- bounding the realms of the Trenalbi, the Lightbringer was
- stirring, the sky bleeding in his honour, while the twin
- Daughters of darkness danced into the sea.
- And ahead of them, against the rising light, four boats
- moved out into the river, archers standing to draw their bows.
- Twistfur saw them also. "Down!" he screamed, throwing
- himself on Sekher before the younger male had time to react. He
- landed face down with the warrior on top of him and there were
- screams of pain and the weight on his back spasmed, then went
- lax with a gurgling sigh and the boat tipped, spilling him into
- the water.
- He sank, of course, the armour weighing him down.
- He tried to cry out; cold tendrils wound their way into
- his nostrils and down his throat. With frantic desperation he
- clawed and scrabbled at the encompassing liquid, fighting
- toward the light above.
- Coughing streamers of water, Sekher broke the surface.
- "Hai! Here's one!"
- Claws caught at his ruff before he could sink again,
- dragging him through the water to finally dump him on soft sand.
- He twitched, shuddered, then vomited. Someone rolled him
- over.
- Voices:
- "Others are dead. What about this? He'll live?" "Huh,
- just tried breathing some water. He'll live."
- "Look. The others were all K'streth Plain. He's Che
- Plain."
- "Well, well. Do we throw him back?"
- "Nah, keep him. Looks like a prize catch to me. Here,
- look at his sword." Hands touched the Shern'ae blade pulling it
- from his belt. Sekher batted out feebly but a foot was planted
- on his throat, claws biting.
- "A prize! Look! The crest! It's the Che crest. Gods! He's
- Highborn."
- A face leaned close to Sekher and hands caught at his
- jaw and jerked his head around to hiss in his face, "Highborn,
- Huh? I know someone who's going to be very pleased to see
- you."
- --\o/--
- Sekher ached; inside and out.
- He huddled inside his cage, a box of heavywood and
- expensive metal scarcely twice his length and barely high enough
- to sit upright in. It filled most of the back of a goods wagon.
- There were always guards.
- He'd been stripped of his armour and weapons, then
- shuttled, naked, through a Ch'sty Rim encampment to an
- occupied town that was now being used as a supply staging
- post for the invading army. There was no telling how long he'd
- been locked in a half-flooded cellar before they dragged him out,
- chained him, then threw him into his little cage.
- The wagon was part of a convoy. Southbound for the
- foothills of the Ch'sty Rim. The other wagons carried supplies and
- troopers bound for home. Also they carried the loot of the
- countryside. Near priceless silver and jade ornaments mixed with
- the more mundane gold and diamonds. Sekher had witnessed
- troopers gambling away earrings, armlets, statuets, and small
- utensils they'd 'liberated'. He'd seen villages and quiet towns
- with burned buildings and Rim warriors in the streets.
- Would this be the fate of his land?
- He felt his claws twitch, winced, and spread his hands.
- Projecting from the ends of his fingers were the remaining
- stumps of his claws.
- His land was not one of the most prosperous. The
- city's walls were still undergoing extension, as they had been
- for decades. A little added now and then as budgeting allowed.
- There were problems with the guard: their equipment was old and
- worn.
- Gods, anyone could find that out. He knew more.
- Such as the fact that the grain warehouses stood near
- empty after the last failed harvest. Many, too many young
- warriors had been forced to find employment in other, wealthier
- realms, hence the low muster of the few garrison towns.
- Also, there was no doubt he'd be held as a hostage.
- Sekher clamped his other hand over his ruined claws,
- wishing he could take them to his own throat. Perhaps he would
- be able to escape, but the closer he came to the Ch'sty Rim, the
- slimmer that hope grew.
- He pulled his legs up and curled into a furry ball of
- despair.
- --\o/--
- A strange cry echoed outside, followed by the shouting
- of Trenalbi and the clattering of equipment as wagons rolled to a
- halt.
- Sekher lookep up and blinked, then shook his head
- violently. Outside his cage he saw troopers in armour and others
- in only fur and kilts running towards the disturbance at the head
- of the column. Bandits? He saw no weapons being readied.
- On all fours he crawled to the heavy bronze grill and
- twisted his head up against it, trying to see what was going on.
- There was a knot of soldiers gathered around a white
- lump at the foot of a small cliff. An outrider atop the bluff was
- cautiously leaning over, shouting something down to the others.
- What was going on?
- A couple of the Rim troopers were bending over the
- object, poking at it with their swords, then examining it more
- intensely. They picked up a few bits and pieces, pondering over
- them with much bemusement and scratching of heads.
- There was also an argument taking place, with the white
- lump the object of the disagreement. Finally a solution was
- reached, one which caused an uproar of snarling laughter that
- Sekher liked not in the least. Four warriors took up the burden
- which appeared to have arms and legs. As they hauled the thing
- back along the line of wagons and draught beasts, Sekher got a
- good glimpse of it and stared in astonishment.
- Then guards were in front of his cage, slapping the flats
- of their blades against the bars where his fingers had been a split
- second before. "All right! Get back there, high one! You've got a
- house guest!" The last was delivered in a derisive bark.
- Sekher snarled back at them, then scrambled madly
- backwards in a rattling of chains as swords and spears jabbed
- through the bars at him. Again he crouched in the back of the
- cage. Outside, the guards were watching with amusement
- something he couldn't see, then they rattled around with the
- lock on the cage, sliding the door up. Then Sekher understood.
- "Hai! No, you can't!" he cried in panic. "Not in here!"
- They beat him back with spearpoints while several of
- them pushed the white thing inside. The door rattled down behind
- it.
- Sekher crouched in his corner, panting, the smell of his
- fear overpowering in the confinement. The thing in the cage with
- him gave vent to a low noise, then raised a head caked with
- impossibly red blood and saw him.
- It gave a yelp, tried to leap to its feet, cracked its head
- against the overhead, tried to fall forward and was yanked
- backwards to collapse in a heap, clutching at its skull and making
- low noises. Now Sekher saw the dull bronze collar about its neck
- and the very short chain tying it to the cage hatch.
- And his captors found this hilarious.
- So, it couldn't reach him if he stayed at the back of the
- cage. They weren't about to risk their prisoner being torn limb
- from limb, but it meant his tiny box had just grown that much
- smaller. Sekher snarled silently but relaxed a little, his bristling
- tail subsiding. He warily studied the semi-conscious creature.
- His houseguest was not attractive. That hairless face
- looked like it had been struck by the flat of a shovel. The short fur
- covering the top of its skull was a light, dusty brown. However
- that whiteness covering it was not hide by any stretch of the
- imagination. Clothing; like none he had ever seen before, but
- clothing nevertheless. Even its feet were covered. Another little
- point to puzzle: the creature's furless flat face, fur, and
- forepaws were coated with dust and a red liquid that could only
- be blood, but its apparel - the white tunic-like thing and
- peculiar breeches - were spotless.
- Its shoulders were broad, not sloped as a Trenalbi's,
- and its broad chest and narrower waist gave its torso a
- marginally triangular shape. Those forepaws, they certainly
- looked to be at least as dexterous as Sekher's own, despite their
- apparent lack of claws. That face was flat, muzzle-less, with a
- small, pointed nose and eyes of a piercing grey, like stone, with
- round pupils.
- What was this thing?
- --\o/--
- Chenuk sat apart from the others gathered about the
- warm glow of the campfire, half-listening to their conversation
- and jokes while turning the strange artifact over and over in his
- hands.
- That peculiar creature that'd fallen from the cliff that day
- had dropped it. It'd tumbled and rolled down rocks and a scree
- slope, bounced across the road, and come to lie at the waters
- edge. And the thing didn't have a scratch on it.
- Again Chenuk raised it to his nose and sniffed
- carefully: the thing bore a lingering, indefinable odour; faintly
- salty, faintly musky, like old armour.
- It was larger than his head, rounded, like a bowl of some
- kind. In fact it reminded Chenuk of a battle helmet more than
- anything, but there were no ear holes. Also there was that thing
- that could be a visor: from the outside it was opaque, black, but
- by tilting it in his hands Chenuk found he could see through
- without obstruction. The inside was also padded and lined with
- curious little projections. Outside it was a mat white, thin blue
- lines running laterally around the back, two red C shapes on either
- side.
- With a claw Chenuk tried to scratch the black, one-way
- glass on the front. Nothing. A bluesteel dagger was
- equally ineffective.
- Chenuk weighed the thing in one hand, then impulsively
- tried it on.
- His muzzle almost brushed the glass and his ears
- were uncomfortably pressed back against his ruff, then slowly,
- almost imperceptibly, the discomfort faded. He realised with a
- start that the thing was moving, shifting, reconfiguring itself to fit
- his head. In front of his eyes the night landscape abruptly
- flared into brilliant relief, the fire, the warriors around it, and
- dozens of specks in the grasslands beyond glowing white,
- shades of grey.
- "Gods!" With a muffled curse of fear and disgust he tore
- it off. Twice it bounced, then lay still. He stared at the thing,
- heart hammering.
- "Hai! Chenuk," a comrade hailed him from the fire.
- "Problem?"
- "Ahhh," he eyed the cursed thing, then
- cautiously replied, "No...no problems."
- "The spirits wandering tonight, huh?" There was
- laughter.
- No, it wasn't tales told to frighten cubs that had his fur
- standing on end. It was lying like the oversized egg of a
- coldblood in the light of the moons. Not without trepidation he
- picked it up again. This time it was still.
- The guards around the cage pricked up their ears as
- he approached. "Hai! What do you want?"
- "Just looking," Chenuk said. "What've they been up
- to?"
- "Not much. I thought we'd get a little more excitement.
- Still, that thing scared the fur off our highborn guest, all that
- banging on the bars and grunting at us. Seems to have
- quietened down now."
- Chenuk moved so he could see into the dark box. The
- Highborn captive was sitting against the far wall, Drifting, eyes
- watching the beyond. He shuddered and focused on Chenuk
- when he moved in front of the bars, watching him warily. The
- creature was slumped against a wall, head bowed and eyes
- closed, unmoving.
- Creature? Demon!
- And that thing in his hand had to be a helmet. That head
- would fit it like a sword fits a sheath! A demon-made tool! The
- fear rose from him, almost swamping the scent that came from the
- cage. The guards looked at him curiously as he backed away from
- the cage, then spun and bolted for the commanders' pavilion.
- --\o/--
- The rise of the Lightbringer roused Sekher from drift.
- Several times he blinked into the light seeping into his cage before
- he actually began seeing. From outside came the sights and
- sounds of the Ch'sty Rimmers preparing to move onwards. He
- stretched as well as he could, then scratched and spent a while
- chasing small biters through his fur. Gods, but he stank.
- At the other end of the cage the creature was still
- slumped in the corner with its eyes closed. Occasionally it
- twitched a foot or hand and made a small sound. Was it ill? The
- previous evening it had growled and tried to scratch lines on the
- floor for some time before howling, pounding its head against the
- wall and finally curling up in its corner.
- Even last night, when that Ch'sty Rim trooper had come
- so close to stare at it, the thing hadn't moved. Still, for some
- reason that trooper had been terrified, taking off as if his tail were
- alight.
- Beyond the bars the Lightbringer was eclipsed as a
- guard crouched to peer into the gloom of the cage. "Your
- friend all right?" he grinned.
- "Gods," Sekher hissed, "get that thrice-cursed thing
- OUT of here!"
- "Sorry, "the other said, looking anything but, "no
- spare cages. Here's your meal. Enjoy." So saying he pushed
- pieces of meat through the bars. They fell to the floor at the
- creature's feet.
- "There you go," the guard chittered in amusement.
- "Prime stuff too. Perhaps it'll share."
- "You're not fit to give your seed to a riding beast!"
- Sekher snarled after him as light once again strained through the
- bars. His stomach growled to him and he shifted his gaze to the
- steaks, running his tongue around his salivating mouth. How
- was he going to accomplish this?
- As gods-be carefully as possible.
- The creature didn't move as he crept forward one finger
- span at a time on all fours, eyes flicking from the prize to the thing
- and back again. Stretch out an arm under the creature's leg.
- Almost. Not quite. A little further. . . There!
- He attempted to hook a piece, belatedly remembered his
- claws were gone, then tried to grab it. . . At the instant the wagon
- started off with a jolt.
- Off balance he fell flat on his face, slamming his nose
- against the floor. Pain blew a white hole in his face. He lay still
- until the haze cleared, then shook his head and looked up into
- the open eyes of the creature.
- With a howl, Sekher threw himself backward and
- crouched panting in his corner. Too close. . . and he'd dropped
- the meat. It still lay there.
- A hairless hand scooped the slabs up and raised them to
- the face as the creature sniffed at the steaks. Sekher groaned in
- despair. There went his meal, and he'd been so close!
- And the creature made a low noise, then held out the
- meat to him. Sekher froze in astonishment, then gazed longingly
- at the food. The thing shook it, then beckoned with its other
- hand. Come.
- Slowly Sekher did so. Reaching out carefully, then
- snatching the meat and scrambling back to his corner. The
- creature hadn't moved and watched as he tore into the meat,
- bolting it. Cold it was, he'd have preferred it warm, barely living,
- but still the tangy juices flowed over his tongue and chin. He was
- growling as he polished it off, licked his fingers clean, and
- belched.
- The creature was watching him with head cocked to one
- side.
- "Thanks," Sekher said, then felt foolish.
- Its mouth twitched, then it reached down to its side
- and fiddled around with a formerly concealed flap in its clothing,
- producing a small rectangle of some dusty-colored material that
- it then proceeded to eat: slowly, with no great relish.
- Why? It'd had perfectly good food right there in its
- hand. Sekher watched, not understanding, while it ate,
- ridiculously tiny mouthfuls and much chewing. Then, from that
- pouch, it produced a silvery thing like a wineskin that it raised
- and drank from.
- Sekher smelled water, licked his lips again, aware of
- how thirsty he was...
- "Hai," he said, feeling incredibly foolish.
- The creature glanced at him.
- "That's water?" Sekher asked, then hesitantly pointed at
- the flask. "Water?"
- The thing looked down at it's hand, then slowly offered
- him the skin.
- Just as slowly he took it, surprised at its weight. A skin it
- wasn't; something else thin and flexible. And he couldn't get a
- drop out of it. Again the creature beckoned him and its long
- slender fingers showed him where to press the neck of the flask.
- The water that came out was the freshest he'd ever tasted, and as
- cold as if it had just come from a mountain spring.
- He drank his fill: there was an impossible amount for
- the size of the receptacle. The creature took it back, making it
- disappear again, but for an instant Sekher's fingertips brushed its
- hand: the flesh was warm, soft, and silky smooth. He absently
- stroked his own coarse fur.
- It sat there, staring out through the bars.
- "Hai," Sekher began.
- It turned its head. Eyes lost in their shadows, but there
- was a spark there...
- "You're not an animal, are you," Sekher murmured.
- The strips of fur above its eyes drew together.
- What then?
- --\o/--
- Jai'stra, seat of power of the Ch'sty Rim domain, nestled
- in the south-western foothills with its back to the grey, cloud-
- capped wall of the Rampart mountains. The rolling hills
- surrounding it were dotted with farming communities, their
- fields mottled yellow-gold, light and dark chasing each other
- across the countryside.
- The city engulfed five hills on the southern bank of
- the She'ng River, one of the none-too-modest tributaries feeding
- the distant Daycross river, then the still more distant Torn Teeth
- Sea. Dark, stocky, granite walls and docks faced the river, high
- above the water mark to guard against the floods the mountain
- thaws brought. Watchtowers loomed over the walls like
- overprotective dams. On several towers were the skeleton-like
- structures of semaphore stations, their outlying counterparts
- mere sticks wandering off across the plains to the horizon. In the
- river, barges and skips lined the quays in the shelter of a
- breakwater while workers moved bales and barrels, loading and
- unloading. The covered bridge that crossed the She'ng was a
- wonder of engineering: five arches supporting the weight of a
- thousand-span wide mass of stone, wide enough for two
- goods wagons to pass. There were three more like it. Beyond
- them the walls loomed, a massive gatehouse warding gates of
- Heavywood, bronze, and iron.
- It looked too massive to Sekher. You could fit the royal
- palace of Tsuba into the temple grounds of this place. Crowds
- began to gather around the convoy as it crossed the bridge.
- Sekher's fur bristled to a chill wind as the gatehouse's shadow
- swallowed him.
- An hour out from the city he had been taken from the
- cage, his fur stinking, plastered to his body, and had his arms tied
- to the framework intended for a canopy. He was forced to stand
- with arms spread high and wide as if supplicating the
- Lightbringer. Every muscle in his upper torso now ached from
- holding the impossible position.
- Despite the absence of many males off fighting in the
- north the main street was bustling with activity. The smell of
- animals and body wastes was just as oppressive as they had
- been in any other city Sekher had visited. The buildings were
- strange, with their high-gabled roofs and red and orange trimming
- contrasting with the black slate of roof tiles.
- Stalls and shops lined the thoroughfare, as did carts
- and traps from which signs and scents advertised the wares.
- Outside a prospering armourer a troop of Wanderers, their long
- leather roadcoats dusty from riding, waited on their mounts,
- watching him alertly but disinterestedly from under their floppy,
- wide-brimmed hats. Sekher saw this, these Trenalbi living their
- lives while half a world away he had seen their counterparts
- fighting for their homes and their lives.
- Merchants, soldiers, professionals, mercs, and even a
- cluster of females in colourful veils with their entourage watched
- the caravan, jesting with the guards, swapping news, exclaiming
- in astonishment and mock bravado at the creature in the cage,
- jeering at the tattered prisoner. Sekher lolled his head back,
- staring at the dark azure vault of the sky above. Gods, why me?
- The main street of Jai'stra was aligned west to east, to
- follow the path of the Lightbringer. It ended in a plaza
- dominated by the royal palace: a vast, tiered disk squatting
- behind its walls, towers jutting up from the top like the spikes on
- a northern warhelm. Unlike the subtle white and cream
- stonework that would be employed by the masons of northern
- realms, the Rim palace was built of a dark material that endowed
- nothing of the airy grace and coolness of northern buildings.
- Instead it was solid, indomitable, an edifices designed to
- withstand the winter storms of the southern climes. Behind it,
- the north-south wall separating the female quarter was also a
- dark grey.
- Royal mounted guards moved to escort their single
- wagon as it separated from the rest, their shaggy Shens
- stamping and tugging at their reings as they led the prisoner's
- wagon through the inner gates into the the palace courtyard. He
- was cut down, manacled, and dragged from the wagon.
- "Sir? Where can we put that thing?" one of the caravan
- guards asked, jabbing a thumb at the cage.
- Palace troopers peered into the cage and recoiled
- slightly. "What in the hells is that thing?!" a sergeant demanded.
- "This ain't a zoo! Where'd you find it anyhows?"
- "Just sort of dropped in." There was some laughter.
- "Ahhh!" the sergeant growled. "Dangerous?"
- "Doesn't seem to be. No claws. Doesn't like meat...or
- plants. Gods know what it eats. We've had it in with our friend
- here. Keeping him company."
- "Well, what do you expect us to do with the wretched
- thing?! Huh? There's not much room down there at the moment."
- He made a noise of disgust and waved at the guards, "Ah, stick it
- in with him again for the time being. Until we see what the Lord
- wants done with it, just make sure it doesn't eat him. Lower level:
- the royal suites."
- His guards seized him by the scruff and arms and hauled
- him off. Behind him the cage was being opened and animal
- handlers with restraints moved in.
- --\o/--
- Sekher sat quietly while the guards fastened the
- creature's chain to a ring in the cell wall, two others holding it at
- bay with noses on poles looped around its neck; they seemed to
- be half-strangling the thing if that bluish color it was turning was
- anything to judge by. Sekher really had no choice, the sword
- resting on his throat made sure he behaved.
- Once the chain was fastened securely, the handlers
- flipped the ropes off with practiced twitches and withdrew from
- the cell. The heavy door swung to with a dull boom and the light
- was gone but for the faint glow from around the edges of the
- door, barely enough to see by. A key turned in the lock and
- there was the muffled sound of voices outside, footsteps
- receding.
- Then there was silence, and an emptiness that clutched
- at Sekher's chest. Alone!
- "Roommates again, huh?" Sekher said, trying to cover
- the quaver in his voice. The creature looked up from where it was
- hungrily sucking air, rubbing at the collar around its neck and
- bared square teeth in a warning grin.
- "Just trying to be sociable," Sekher sighed. Talking to
- a beast. Gods! was he losing it already? He muttered a hasty
- prayer that they wouldn't leave him waiting for long. He'd
- seen convicted criminals who'd been sentenced to solitary before,
- and it wasn't a pretty sight.
- Trying to banish thoughts like that Sekher stood and
- went across to the door, trying to peep through a crack. He could
- see a chink of corridor and blank wall. He sighed and leaned
- against the damp wood. "Don't suppose you've got a key
- tucked away somewhere?" he asked the creature. It just stared at
- him. "Didn't think so."
- Twenty-five spans by the same again: a featureless
- cubical of cold stone. Palatial in comparison with his previous
- accomodations, but still small. A stinking slit in a corner was the
- depository for bodily wastes. Sekher made use of it, reflecting
- that for the eight days they'd been locked in that box, not once
- had he seen the creature relieve itself. Did it not shit like
- everything else? Urinate? Gods, was it male or female?
- At the moment it had opened that concealed pouch
- again and was laying upon its lap those little bricks it ate every
- now and then. There were three left. What did that portend?
- Sekher wondered. What happened when they ran out?
- He settled himself and watched the creature nibble a
- little of a brick and wondered when something would happen.
- --\o/--
- The door slammed open, startling Sekher out of his drift.
- "You! Out!"
- Hulking guards in full body armour decorated with the
- royal Ch'sty crest glared down at him, short swords in hand.
- The creature stirred from where it had been curled up in a corner
- and blinked tired grey eyes at the disturbance.
- "Move it! The High Lord wants a chat with you."
- Sekher groaned and hauled himself to his feet.
- "Alright, alright."
- He knew what was coming.
- Still, he was surprised they let him get through the door
- before an armoured forearm cracked into the back of his head.
- They had their fun bouncing him off the walls for a while before
- bodily dragging him off down the corridor.
- "By the hells! He stinks worse than Feshi shit!"
- "Huh! His lordship would have our tails for dropping
- this at his feet. I think he needs a bath."
- "You reckon all Che royalty looks like this?"
- "Huh! Compared with most of them he probably looks
- elegant." There was a nasty laugh.
- Sekher was hauled upstairs into the lower levels of the
- palace and tossed into a small chamber, little more than a
- closet, with slimy wooden grating on the floor, smelling of water.
- He dragged himself to his knees and shook his head, wondering
- where the water was if this was a bath. Then he screamed as the
- ceiling opened and he was deluged. It was scalding hot!
- Frantically he twisted and turned, beating at the door,
- then huddling in a corner with his arms over his head as the
- water poured on and on.
- Finally it stopped, the guards opened the door to drag
- him sopping and dripping from the cubicle.
- "Smelling better, huh?"
- "Probably used the hot water for the entire wing," the
- other laughed. "Still, he's presentable now."
- "Burn you!" Sekher spat. "Shave your clan!"
- "Talkative, isn't he," one of them observed as he rammed
- an elbow into Sekher's head. "Save it for his Lordship!"
- --\o/--
- Sheer size made the room cool, colder still for Sekher
- and his still-damp fur.
- In another place the style of the room may have been
- called gothic, with peaked archways and ribbed vaulting, subtle-
- cross vistas, dramatic screens of fluted columns framing arched
- windows filled with coloured glass shedding kaleidoscopes of
- light across polychromatic marble veneers. It was an
- extravagantly beautiful sight, a room designed to overawe and
- impress, and that it did, bringing Sekher's head up despite
- himself. The craftsmanship, the skill, the expense! His father's
- great hall, the pride of the Che clan, was but a hovel in contrast.
- Before a great circular window of gold, orange, and
- red glass that splintered light as though it were fragmented
- eveninglight, was the dais of the High Lord of the Ch'Sty Rim.
- The guards half-dragged him across the fine white sand
- of the floor, gouging twin furrows, and deposited him at the foot
- of the dais. Behind him a menial scuttled across the floor with a
- hand rake, smoothing the way. Courtiers, sycophants, and
- hangerson in gaudy gowns and robes gathered around behind a
- cordon of alert royal guards, muttering and twittering amongst
- themselves.
- This was the conqueror of three kingdoms? was
- Sekher's thought upon seeing the one resting on the cushions
- and furs atop the steps.
- A thin, nearly skeletal Trenalbi turned slowly to look at
- him, letting a sheaf of papers fall to a lacquered table at his side.
- His fur was a deep brown, like loam, his expansive ruff the same
- but with grey streaks. Nothing to do with age. His head looked
- too big for that body, and the eyes...
- Sekher felt his hackles rise, claws extruded in fear. Gods,
- they burned yellow with an intensity like that of the
- Lightbringer. Madness? And those furs...
- The chill of fear tickled his back, twitching his tail, his
- anal scent glands. Those furs still had the heads of their
- previous owners attached, glass eyes glittering lifelessly. With
- difficulty Sekher tore his eyes away from the glassy stare of one
- of the Lord's former enemies.
- A nearly imperceptible flick of a wiry hand made
- Sekher's expressionless guards retreat a couple of steps. Kissaki
- Ch'sty leaned forward:
- "Sekher She'at Che Youngest?"
- Sekher said nothing.
- Kissaki sat back and hissed. "Yes. Of course you are.
- You are, you know, a very pleasing catch. You will undoubtedly
- save me some time and trouble. You are hungry?" Another twitch
- of his hand and a servitor scurried forwards with a small tray
- laden with chunks of meat, pastries, and berries.
- Sekher glanced at the tray and felt his mouth betray him
- by salivating. He clamped his jaws shut.
- "Huh! Yes, very hungry." The High Lord's ears twitched
- and he beckoned Sekher go ahead: "You look like you need it,
- young one."
- "You...you have no right," Sekher finally blurted.
- "Holding me here like this. You know my father..." Sekher
- stumbled to a halt, woefully aware of how pitiful this sounded to
- this lord in the centre of his domain.
- "No right?" Kissaki leant forward, his lips peeling back in
- a glistening grin. "Cub, here your rights are my will, here my will is
- law. I did not have you brought before me just to listen to your
- ridiculous bluffs.
- "Now, young one. I know you must care deeply for
- your homeland, your people, your clan. Correct? Yes. If you had
- the opportunity to save the lives of untold numbers of your
- people would you take it?"
- Sekher ducked his muzzle, ears folding back in
- wariness. "Perhaps," he breathed. "And how would I do that?"
- "Very simple." Kissaki rose to his feet and
- continued, punctuating his words with emphatic gestures. "All
- you would have to do would be provide me with a little
- information, just answer a few questions."
- "Such as?"
- "Simple matters: how well prepared is Tsuba to
- withstand a seige? Are there any alternative routes into the city?
- In what towns are the largest garrisons stationed? What steps
- would be taken in event of an invasion?"
- Sekher barked in outright disbelief at that. "Gods! You
- would expect ME to tell you that? While I'm at it, why don't I
- just give you the keys to the city's gates?!"
- Kissaki laughed at that. "And how grateful I would be. I
- may even give you a town of your own to watch over." Then he
- stopped laughing, "or I could simply use the persuasion of pain
- to give me what I want, just trample over Che as if it weren't even
- there."
- "That you would not do!" Sekher spat. "There is a
- treaty amongst Che, Taiska, and Fhel. Fight one, you challenge
- them all. I think that even your forces would be hard pressed."
- The High Lord regarded him calmly with what could have
- been amusement, then turned to face the crowd of courtiers:
- "Heicko!"
- A single figure stepped to the fore. Sekher's heart
- lapsed into a triple beat as he recognised the dust-grey
- robes, differing only marginally from the northlands to the
- south. Priest!
- The elderly male studied Sekher with mild yellow eyes for
- a breath. Sekher desperately tried to hold onto his thoughts, and
- it was probably his imagination, but he was sure he felt a chill
- wind touch his mind; just for a beat. The Priest blinked, then
- smiled and turned to Kissaki and bowed: "Highest, he is lying."
- Again Kissaki snarled his laughter. "Cub, you waste my
- time! I give you some time alone to think things over, then I will
- have you here again to see if you will be more cooperative." In
- turning his back he waved his hand negligently at his guards:
- "Take him. Shave him. The usually treatment, but nothing too
- permanent; I may want him again."
- They seized him. Sekher howled in pain as his tail was
- grabbed and he was dragged towards the door. Laughter rose
- from the court. He scrambled to his feet and was promptly
- forcemarched from the room.
- The huge doors swung shut behind him and again the
- menial scuttled out to rake the light-stained sands smooth again.
- --\o/--
- Kicking and thrashing, Sekher was dragged down to the
- lower levels again, to a room with walls hung with blades,
- needles, vices, irons, bludgeons, and a host of other instruments
- designed to inflict pain. He tried to break free, but now the guards
- beat him into submission.
- Half-conscious they hoisted him bodily onto a table
- and strapped him down whilst a mangy male in an apron mapped
- with stains of gods-only-knew-what laid out a gleaming array of
- sharp utensils.
- Fingers knotted into his ruff, pulled it taught, then a
- knife blade hacked through it, stripping it away. A pot of
- steaming water was brought over from a brazier and near-boiling
- liquid splashed on his face. He howled, tried to bite. Deftly a
- muzzle was flicked over his face, straps tightened. The white
- edge of a knife came close.
- Sekher trembled in dazed humiliation as they
- delicately shaved him, turning him over like meat on a spit to
- remove every last tuft of fur.
- --\o/--
- He hit the floor hard, tumbling to lie in a heap against the
- wall. The cell door closed with a dull thunder that resonated
- along the corridors and the guards' laughter faded into distance.
- Sekher lay still for a time, then groaned, trying to stir
- himself. His battered body rebelled, dumped him back on the
- damp flagstones. There was a deep growling from across the cell.
- With cheek pressed against the floor, he saw the creature staring
- at him, at his naked grey skin, bruised and cut, his tail looking
- absolutely ridiculous; like a twitching piece of grey rope.
- He moaned again and closed his eyes.
- After his shaving he'd been paraded through the town
- with other criminals and prisoners of war, then had been left in
- the pilories for public humiliation until the Daughters were high in
- the sky. Never before had he understood what it meant to be
- naked; completely and utterly exposed. He felt every breeze
- against his skin, every chill, every thrown stone, piece of
- rotting fruit and excrement as he had never felt anything
- before. It was a terrible feeling to be so...so vulnerable.
- Now there was a dull aching in his bones. Gods, but he
- was COLD! He huddled into a small ball, as if trying to squeeze
- the warmth from his body, a part of him yearing for the comfort
- of his dam's pouch.
- There was the growling again. He looked up at the
- creature making its noises, as if trying to tell him something. It
- reached up to its collar and fiddled with the catch at the back.
- A click and the bronze collar and chain fell away.
- Sekher suddenly forgot his discomfort. His nostrils
- flared, his fear beginning to permeate the cell. The thing moved
- closer and Sekher retreated until a corner at his back halted
- him. Crouching, spreading his arms to defend himself, the
- remains of his claws poked from his fingertips, his toes. Standing
- upright, the creature was taller than he by almost a full head, albeit
- not nearly as broad. Sekher snarled, jaws gaping.
- It stopped where it was, the corners of its mobile
- mouth curling up. Then it crouched, kneeling before him. A
- slender finger with the odd, flat claws traced a path down the
- middle of its torso, then it shrugged out of its spotless white
- covering, offering it to him in the same way it had offered food
- on that first night.
- It was trying to be friendly.
- Beneath that outer layer was yet more clothing,
- something of a light grey almost the same hue as his own skin
- with blue piping. Decorations? Gingerly, Sekher reached out to
- touch the white jerkin; it was padded on the inside, lined with
- more unfamiliar materials, smooth and soft, still warm. The
- creature pressed it into his hands.
- Awkwardly Sekher put it on. It smelt strange; of salt
- and damp grass, felt even stranger against his skin, slick, actually
- exuding a soft warmth. Parts of it seemed to have things buried
- in the material, strange lumps that weighed oddly upon Sekher's
- shoulders. It was also much too large, allowing him to huddle up
- and pull it around his legs.
- Again the creature's mouth curved up and it reached
- over to pat Sekher's shoulder. Nonplussed for a second, he
- belatedly returned the gesture. It gave one of those deeps growls
- again, so deep that it seemed to be more felt than heard, and
- moved to inspect the door.
- "What are you?" Sekher again asked the creature's
- back. It didn't turn, gave no sign of hearing.
- --\o/--
- Chenuk hastily straightened his gleaming bronze cuirass
- and cuisse, settled his sword sheath and gauntlets more
- comfortably upon his belt, and entered the audience hall.
- He had been here before, of course, standing sentry
- duty when the high Lord was absent, but this was the first time he
- had ever been summoned directly. His commander had kicked his
- tail from the tavern where he had been partaking in a
- homecoming celebration to the Palace and hustled him into his
- armour. Chenuk had a nasty foreboding of what was wanted of
- him, but he brushed his ruff flat and prayed to any deities that
- might be listening that nobody would smell his nervousness.
- Of the two Royal Guards who flanked him either side,
- their ornate armour making his standard infantry issue appear
- scruffy, no scent betrayed them. They'd had their glands
- removed. That thought always made the the base of Chenuk's
- own tail clench in sympathy, but that self-mutilation was
- something they were proud of, making them difficult to scent,
- and also somewhat inscrutable.
- Sand warmed by sunlight pushed betwen his toes as
- Chenuk walked the length of the audience to the foot of the High
- Lord's dais, where the Highest reclined in a nest of intricately
- embroidered fabrics. "Milord," he knelt. The guards moved off to
- a respectful distance.
- Unusually, Kissaki was almost alone. Of his regular
- retinue only a few now stood around their lord, all five of them
- huddled in their grey robes. Chenuk sniffed curiously. What were
- priests doing here? He thought he recognised one: Sare, expert
- alchemist. They were all gathered about a small table on which
- rested several odd objects, one of which was all too familiar to
- Chenuk.
- "You recognise that?" Kissaki asked without any further
- ado. "Ahh, yes sire," Chenuk hesitantly replied.
- "Do you have any idea of what it is?"
- "No, sire."
- "That was not what you told your commander."
- Chenuk licked his lips, feeling his tail stiffen in
- alarm."Sir, I...I did say I thought it was a helmet, but I'm not
- sure..."
- "A helmet," Kissaki regarded him with an assessing eye.
- "That is a most interesting observation. Tell me, how did you
- come by that line of thought?"
- "It...it looked a little like a war helm, especially that
- visor."
- "You tried it on?"
- "Yes Sir."
- "Why did you do that?"
- "I...I do not really know, Sir. I was puzzled over what it
- was and just put it on out of curiosity. That was when the cursed
- thing moved."
- "Yes, we are familiar with that,"Kissaki mused."Also,
- you claimed this thing belonged to the creature that was found in
- the plains."
- "Ah, yes Sir. It was carrying it and it did seem to be a
- perfect fit for its head."
- "I have yet to see this beast," Kissaki said.
- A guard stepped forward and bowed. "It is being
- brought to you now, milord."
- "Ah, excellent." Kissaki rose from his cushions,
- stretched and stepped down to the sandy floor, walking over to
- the tray of demon artifacts. "Here," he beckoned Chenuk. "Do
- you recognise any of these?"
- He did, the creature had been carrying all of them, but
- they were all utterly alien to Chenuk. There were parts that
- looked like metal, and other parts that were of something he
- couldn't identify. Kissaki picked up an object that resembled a
- lower cannon, a piece of armour intended to protect the forearm,
- save that the thicker, flattened face of the thing was engraved
- with a pattern of small squares and circles. Chenuk blinked.
- Perhaps some of those projections DID look familiar.
- "Uh, no my lord."
- Kissaki returned the artifact, then took up the helm-like
- object and moved over to confer with the priests in muted tones
- that Chenuk didn't even try to eavesdrop on. All the while the
- Lord was turning the device over and around in his hands with a
- lack of caution that made Chenuk's ears flick backwards. He
- hastily caught himself from that breach of etiquette before
- Kissaki returned his attention to him.
- Which Kissaki now did. Briskly he marched over to
- Chenuk and thrust the helmet-thing at him: "Put it on."
- "Mi...milord?" Chenuk stammered. By sheer dint of
- effort he kept his ears from wilting, but he couldn't restrain his
- fearscent.
- "I said, put it on," Kissaki repeated in what could
- almost have been a bored tone, but again there was that keen
- glint in his eyes, like the edge of the knife Chenuk could find
- himself up against if he disobeyed a direct command from the
- apex of power itself.
- "Yessir," he croaked, and mumbled a prayer as he took
- the demon device in his own hands. His was not an
- inordinately religious upbringing, yet it was at time like this that
- the faith took him, and if ever he needed a god, now was that time.
- This time there was far less reshaping of the helmet's
- interior, but still air whispered around his face and the visor
- flared, transforming the room into a hellish scene. There seemed
- to be no light, no shadows, the walls a shade of grey and the
- sun-warmed sand a lighter shade. Torches in their sconces were
- the brightest of all. When Chenuk turned to look at Kissaki he
- almost screamed.
- The High Lord's visage was that of a demon, with a
- whitehot mouth and grey eyes and ears. The shape of his skull
- was visible beneath the pale halo of fur. Not just him, all the
- Trenalbi, nobility and guards alike, glowed white where fur and
- flesh was exposed, slighly darker where there was clothing, and
- darkest of all where there was metal. Chenuk could see the
- outline of daggers and darters concealed beneath the priest's
- robes and that shook him still more. Priests were not supposed to
- carry weapons.
- And they were not the only concealed things.
- Behind tapestries hanging around the edge of the room Chenuk
- spied the glowing outlines of hidden guards, also door-sized
- patches of wall that didn't match their surroundings.
- "Hai, soldier." One of the priests was addressing
- him. Looking at the priest was a mistake. It did something to his
- stomach to be addressed by a creature with a glowing head
- breathing clouds of glowing steam with every sentence. "You
- are alright?"
- "Uhhnn, yes." Chenuk's own voice startled him, deadend
- in the helm instead of reverberating as it would have in a normal
- one. "I think so."
- "You see," the priest declared triumphantly. "It can be
- used by anyone. The shape changing proves it. It is intended to
- fit heads of varying shapes and sizes. It does not necessarily
- have to belong to that creature."
- "Then who does it belong to?" another interjected.
- "Can you name a craftsman with the skill to produce something
- like that? And I have never heard of any priest with the skill to
- devise a visor such as that."
- They were using him as a test subject. Although the
- helm didn't actually seem to be dangerous, he would still much
- rather prefer to be back in the tavern with a chilled ale and a
- few friends, cracking jokes about climbing the wall.
- "Alright soldier, you can take it off now." Kissaki
- returned to his seat.
- A relieved Chenuk hastily pulled the helm off, depositing
- it on the tray with the other devices. If a helmet had that kind of
- power, what capabilities were the others bestowed with? That
- small box with the little glass window and still more of those
- engraved squares, what powers was that gifted with?
- The double doors at the far end of the hall swung
- open again, admitting entrance to a squad of Royal Guard and
- the burden they carried between them. Forgotten for the
- time, Chenuk stood quietly at ease as the priests scurried forward
- to inspect the stretcher that was deposited at the foot of the
- dais. Even the High Lord craned foward to look down upon it
- from his seat. Chenuk caught a glimpse as the surrounding
- priests parted: the demon; eyes closed and unmoving,
- strapped down on the cot by heavy restraints about chest, arms,
- and legs.
- The sergeant responsible for the squad delivering the
- thing snapped to respectful attention before the High Lord. "Sir,
- I'm afraid it got loose from its chains. We had to use force."
- "So I see," murmured Kissaki. "It's not damaged too
- badly?"
- "Nosir."
- "Very good." The guards were dismissed. With a
- clatter of arms and armour they left the hall, the doors
- swinging shut behind them on well-oiled hinges. A menial
- scuttled from another concealed door to attend to the churned
- sand.
- Kissaki stepped down to stand above the creature with
- hands clasped behind his back, then he knelt and took two
- handfuls of the creature's clothing and pulled; hard, lifting the cot
- partly off the ground before dropping it back. The cloth
- didn't part. "Huh," he snorted. "Very well. Hai, Neric, you're the
- expert. Can you tell us anything about this?"
- One of the priests, a young one, burly and well
- groomed, obviously uncomfortable in his robes, stepped forward
- to give the creature a cursory examination. "I have never seen
- its likes anywhere...and I am familiar with all the animals of the
- plains, lowlands, and mountains. Nor is it described in any of my
- texts."
- "Perhaps from beyond the mountains?" another
- suggested.
- "Don't be ridiculous," he retorted, running fingers
- through the golden fur on the thing's head. There were traces
- of unnaturally red blood there. "Still, it bleeds."
- "A minor demon?" There was uneasy stirring.
- "Huh! And I am a female! Well, we can settle the matter
- of where it comes from!"
- A hush settled over the hall as the priest settled himself
- crosslegged at the head of the cot, his hands on the creatures
- head. Slowly he bowed his own head until his breath was stirring
- the fine fur, his eyes closed.
- Many heartbeats passed.
- The creature twitched; once, then again, then spasmed,
- the straps holding it fast creaking under the strain. Cords stood
- out on its neck as lips fleered back from square teeth. A
- rumbling howl shook through the hall.
- And Neric screamed also, mouth gaping and eyes
- staring in absolute terror as his own body was wracked with
- convulsions. Blood began to flow from the corners of his eyes,
- his ears, spreading through his fur in dark rivulets as the
- scream continued to force itself from his lungs. There was an
- explosive stench as he voided his scent gland and bowels
- simultaneously.
- "Gods! Separate them!"
- "I don't..."
- "DO IT!"
- Guards were throwing the hall's doors open, pouring in
- from doors on all sides, but the priests were already prising
- Neric's hands from the creature's skull, throwing him back to the
- sand and holding him as he threshed and bucked, foaming and
- bleeding, eyes staring into nothing.
- Slowly he subsided, winding down like a clockwork
- machine, sheer exhaustion subduing him until he lay
- whimpering and gasping.
- " Neric?" a priest cautiously spoke the name.
- There was no flicker in the eyes. Neric was no longer
- there.
- --\o/--
- Sekher's ears perked up at the commotion in the
- corridor outside. At last; already the solitude was beginning to
- gnaw at his consciousness. Keys rattled and the door swung
- open. Beyond it the hall was packed with guards, all with
- drawn weapons, enough raw steel to outfit an army. They
- pressed back against the walls as more came through, carrying the
- stretcher.
- The creature, still unconscious, looked a lot the worse
- for wear than when they'd carted it away, despite the battering it
- had taken. There was blood coating its face and the scent of
- terror was a palpable aura around it.
- Without further ado the guards clamped the chain about
- its neck then slashed the bonds holding it down and dumped it
- off the stretcher, retreating in haste.
- "Hai!" Sekher called. "What happened?! What's going on?"
- But the door slammed shut, not quite blocking out the
- fear rolling from the guards. In the dimness Sekher stared at the
- prostrate from of the creature lying in the spread of light
- seeping under the door.
- "Hai, you alright?"
- At a push it flopped over onto its back and Sekher stared
- at its face, the closest he'd been. There was blood on its forehead
- and what seemed to be a fine layer of fur sprouting on its chin.
- Hardly daring, he reached out, stroked the face. Yes, there were
- bristles there. Strange that in captivity he should lose his fur and
- this creature grow more. That hairless hide was soft,
- incredibly fine, and that fur... He stroked it gently. At his touch
- the creature twitched, gave an unmistakable moan, and curled
- up into a peculiar little ball, arms wrapped about knees hugged
- against its chest, head tucked down.
- Sekher looked from it to the closed door. What had
- happened out there?
- --\o/--
- Was it showing some sign of recovering?
- The rumble, as low as that of the mighty sheets of
- bronze used to signal prayer, stirred the air in the cell as the
- creature stirred.
- "Feeling better?" Sekher asked, looking up.
- It didn't pay him any heed; struggled to sit up,
- slumped against the wall clasping its head in its hands,
- contorting its features in a hideous grimace.
- "Obviously not," Sekher said. "You want some water?
- You're going to have to get it yourself. I still haven't figured out
- how you open this..." He shut up. He was babbling. Gods! How
- much longer would they leave him alone in here. Solitude was
- not something that any Trenalbi handled well. Give him a few
- more days and he'd be a gibbering ball in a corner.
- He scrambled across to the door, pounded against
- it shouting, "Hai! Anyone! Say something! Gods, answer me!"
- Not a whisper from the far side, just the oppressive nothingness
- of the dungeons. Sekher leaned his head against the wood.
- "Say something," he moaned.
- And the creature growled at him.
- "And YOU close your face!"he snarled back at the top of
- his voice, ears flattening.
- The creature cringed at his shout, shutting its eyes
- and holding its head, then it rose unsteadily to its feet, the wall
- its support, and growled again.
- "Why by all that's holy did they have to stick me in
- here with YOU?!" Sekher howled, impotently furious.
- It winced again, then roared back at him. Sekher stared
- in mute shock, the cell echoing. Gods! The thing was LOUD. His
- ears were still humming. He awkwardly tried to pat his nonexistant
- fur flat again, stroking only skin covered in tiny bumps, and
- coughed. What was the use of shouting at that thing?
- "Sorry," he muttered. It stared at him, head tilted to one
- side, then beckoned him. Sekher flinched, but the thing mimed
- drinking so Sekher allowed it to touch him, to open that hidden
- pocket on the jerkin. It drank deeply from the flask, then poured a
- little over its face and proffered the flask to Sekher. Gratefully
- he also partook, it was a welcome change from the metallic-
- tasting stuff in the pitcher the guards had provided. When
- finished, the flask was slipped back into its pocket in Sekher's
- right side, and the creature returned to its corner, curling up on
- the floor and closing its eyes.
- Time passed.
- Its breathing slowed, the only movement was the
- twitching of its eyelids, then that stopped. Unconscious. Sekher
- crept close. It was as it had done at nights in the cage. Perhaps a
- way to avoid boredom? Why did it not just Drift?
- He shook his head violently, rubbed at his muzzle,
- then flopped down in his corner and slowly sank into Drift
- himself, mulling over this little enigma...
- --\o/--
- Door? A noise, movement, shifting light.
- Sekher slowly returned, withdrawing nictating
- membranes from across his eyes. What was it...?
- There! Again. Metal scraping on metal as a key was
- fitted to the lock. Sekher groaned; now what? Which of them had
- they come for this time. Over there the creature was still
- unconscious, oblivious.
- Keys rattled again. There was a muttering outside, then
- a voice hissing: "Che? Sekher Che?"
- "Huh?" His ears pricked up curiously. The warden
- losing the keys? Not likely. "Who?"
- "Friends," the voice hissed back. Again metal rattled in
- the lock and there was muffled cursing. Sekher scrambled to his
- feet to listen at the door. At least two of them, arguing.
- "Friends? Who?"
- "We're here to get you out."
- To trust his ears? Sekher gaped at the door in disbelief,
- then pressed up against it, hands spread against the wood.
- Again metal rattled in the lock. "Gods!" he hissed. "Hurry!"
- There was a pause. "The key! It's not here!"
- "WHAT?!" Sekher slammed his hand against the door.
- Hard. It didn't budge a finger.
- "Calm down!" the voice hissed. "We'll get a pry bar."
- "No time!" the other voice growled.
- "Then what in all the gods-blasted wastes ARE you
- going to do?!" Sekher screamed.
- "Quiet yourself!" came the desperate hiss and the
- sound of metal scratching at the lock.
- And from behind him came another sound, a
- questioning growl as the creature stirred and blinked strangely
- coloured eyes at him. Sekher sank to a squat and shook his
- head ruefully at the thing. "Even if you could understand, you
- wouldn't believe it," he said.
- The scratching stopped. "What?" came from the other
- side of the door.
- "Nothing," he spat back. "I was talking to a friend.
- "Two of them?" he heard through the thick wood. Two
- of them? Huh, sort of...Now what was it doing? Growling and
- pointing at the door. "Someone's trying to get us out," Sekher
- told it. "Idiots got the wrong key and I don't need any trouble
- from you."
- "What's going on in there?"
- "Local entertainment," Sekher shot back, and even that
- little exchange excited the creature. Frantically, it pointed at
- Sekher again, indicating the jerkin, that it wanted to touch him.
- This time it opened another concealed pouch low down on
- Sekher's hip, removing a couple of slender little silver cylinders,
- each no larger than a finger, some coloured with red and white
- stripes, others yellow and black, others with even more peculiar
- colour combinations. Only one it selected, blue and white
- checks. It fiddled with this, slipped it into the keyhole, and
- seized Sekher's arm. The Trenalbi squalled, automatically slashed
- out and connected with useless claws, but the creature was
- amazingly strong and hauled him into the corner furthest from the
- door.
- Again not hurting him. It was gesturing at the door again,
- making pushing movments, move back.
- "Back!" Sekher shouted at his amateurish liberators
- beyond the door. "Get away from the door!"
- A couple of beats later the lock exploded into a shower
- of red sparks, then a brilliant scarlet light flared. Sekher
- squeaked and threw his arms over his face. Heat seared against
- his hands, arms, legs, ears; all exposed skin.
- An acrid smell was hanging heavy in the cell, a haze
- of smoke obscuring the door. The lock was a formless mass
- of glowing, heated slag dribbling down the blackened wood. A
- charred hole the size of a head and a half had been bitten from the
- door. The lock had been welded to the frame, but was no longer
- attached to the wood. Nose and eyes running, fanning smoke
- away from his face, Sekher tugged the recalcitrant door open. For
- once the hinges chose not to squeal.
- Air in the dungeons was heavy, static, slow moving.
- The smoke hung like a heavy veil over the doorway, stinging
- his nostrils as he stepped through it. How long until somebody
- else smelled it, raised the alarm?
- His saviours were also wreathed in smoke, blurring but
- not concealing the arrays of multicolored veils and gossamar
- robes adorning their bodies. Females? By all the denziens of
- the Ramparts! Why did they...
- And Sekher knew that exotic pelt of blue-grey, the eyes
- that glittered gold.
- "You," he croaked.
- She and her companion were both staring past him, at
- the door, with confounded expressions. "How did you do that?"
- the dark furred one breathed: awed. Her voice...With the exception
- of his dam and some others when he was no more than a cub, still
- in her pouch, he had never spoken with a female, had never
- grasped the subtle differences in their speech.
- Sekher's ears wilted." Ah, my companion," he began,
- then winced. Gods! What would they do when they saw...
- He knew when their eyes went wide and arms spasmed
- as they brought claws up. The creature had appeared in the
- smoke, an apparition from the farthest hell. It halted in the
- doorway, looming in the moving torchlight, eyeing the females
- warily while they began to back away.
- "Hai! No, it's alright," Sekher hastened to reassure them.
- "It won't hurt you." I hope, he added under his breath.
- "What...is it!" the dark furred one hissed, eyes wild.
- "I have not the tiniest idea," he confessed."But it seems
- to be on our side."
- They stared again." You cannot expect to take it with
- us?"
- "Why..."
- "Think of it, male! That thing? It would be more
- conspicuous than a shen in a bed!"
- "We can't just leave it. It appeared when I most needed
- it..."
- "A sending, you believe," she looked doubtful.
- "What else?" he asked.
- She stepped towards the creature, examining
- without touching. "It understands you?"
- "I think not," he admitted. "Sometimes I don't think the
- thhing even hears me. Nevertheless, it's more than a simple
- beast."
- "What must be done, must be done," she finally
- spat, obviously not relishing the idea. "Bring it and let's get out
- of this stink."
- Sekher touched the creature's arm, tugging it. "Come,"
- he said and it followed him, docile as a well-trained shen.
- The sight that awaited him in the torchlight of the
- guardroom to their level was not entirely unexpected. There was a
- lot of blood. All three of the soldiers on guard there were naked
- and dead, two sprawled on thin pallets, slit open from crotch to
- chest, chin to breastbone, the other lying twisted as if he was
- trying to clutch at the pair of throwing daggers that caught him in
- the back just before he reached the door.
- "Males," the darkfur grinned. Almost a warning.
- "Huh!" Sekher looked around at the carnage. Such
- ruthlessness was something he'd never expected in a female.
- The creature was hovering in the background, staring at
- the corpses and both females were regarding him in the
- brighter light. "You know, Sekher," the dark one said, "you look a
- great deal different without your fur. And where did you get that
- tunic?"
- He ignored that. "You know my name. Do you happen to have
- one?"
- Dark fur stroked at one of her squared little ears, then
- grinned. "Alright, Sekher Che. Call me Chaiila, my friend is
- Nersi."
- "I think I owe you."
- "Not this time, male," Chaiila said. "I'm repaying a debt."
- "You came all this way for that?!"
- "I had other business as well," she muttered. Then:
- "Alright. Now we get out of here."
- --\o/--
- "This isn't going to work,"Sekher grumbled.
- In full battle armour, holding the twisted leather leash, he
- followed Chaiila and the creature. He was beginning to appreciate
- the effectiveness of shaving prisoners.
- He was forced to wear every piece of armour he could
- find to cover his furlessness, a dead givaway to anyone they
- might run into. His tail had been a major concern. No trooper
- would put his tail into the sheath built into the back of the
- armour specifically for that purpose unless battle was imminent,
- and there was no way Sekher could leave his pathetic,
- shaved appendage wave around like a flag advertising to all and
- sundry that here was a shaved Trenalbi; a prisoner.
- Chaiila had solved that problem in a straightforward
- manner. She'd grabbed the tail of one of the dead guards, cut a
- ring around the base, slit it laterally, then just peeled it off with a
- wet, tearing sound. They tied it in place with thread
- unravelled from an undergarment.
- Now Sekher's tail twitched at the feel of the dead pelt tied
- to it. There was blood or something leaking from it, dribbling
- between Sekher's buttocks. Gods! It looked almost real, but
- surely someone would smell the gods bedamned thing!
- The creature was another problem of epic proportions,
- but Sekher was adamant: it would go with them. Now it walked in
- front of him, once more wearing its tunic sealed up, a leather
- collar around its neck again, the strap in Sekher's hand while his
- other grasped his sword. The creature had balked when they first
- tried to put the collar and leashes on, but Sekher patted its
- shoulder, making encouraging noises and eventually it
- acquiesced.
- One beside him, one leading in front of the creature.
- The two females were anonymous in their liberated armour, the
- masks and visors concealing their features. If anyone stopped
- them they were taking the creature to the temple. Orders of the
- priests. Nobody was going to interfere with that.
- Hopefully.
- "Quiet, male!" Nersi hissed, her armoured elbow
- thudding into his arm. "And stop that fear-scent!"
- "What am I supposed to do!" he hissed back. "Cut them
- off?!"
- "That can be arranged!"
- The creature, who had been watching this tirade
- avidly, abruptly faltered. "Hai!" Sekher began, "What's..."
- He trailed off. Trenalbi were approaching them from
- down the corridor: a trio of warriors in light leather armour and
- breeks. They froze at the sight of the procession heading towards
- them.
- Sekher prodded the creature with his sword to get it
- walking again, somehow keeping his own legs moving. The Rim
- Trenalbi drifted to the side of the corridor.
- "Hai!" one of them hailed Chaiila as she passed. "What
- in the name of all that's holy is that thing?!"
- Sekher's heart plummeted into his bowels. Surely they
- would notice!
- The leather mask across her mouth muffled her voice.
- Not by much: she still sounded a little strange for a male. "A
- guest of his Highest," she said with a hint of a snort. "We're to
- deliver it to the temple. I don't know. . . perhaps they want to cut
- it open and see how it works."
- The guard eyed the gangling, tufted head speculatively
- while grey eyes stared back. "Huh, can't possibly look any worse
- on the inside."
- Chaiila's laugh sounded genuine.
- "Well, if the priests are waiting I won't keep you," the
- guard waved them on. As Sekher passed, the guard's muzzle
- wrinkled slightly, as though trying to follow a scent. Sekher
- tried to master his fear.
- As soon as they were around the corner: "See," Chaiila
- hissed in triumph, "nothing to it!"
- "Sure!" Sekher spat back. "Now how do we get out?!
- Just walk out through the gates then through the town?"
- "Why not?" she replied, again staring at the creature as
- it stared back. "It's night out there you know. We slip out the
- gate, then through the town, over the walls...nothing to it!"
- Gods preserve his hide! They were lunatics! Here was
- he, escaping with a thing that defied description from a dungeon
- with the aid of two mad females!
- "It'll work!" she assured him.
- The palace was quieter at night, but still there were
- Trenalbi about. The stairs leading from the servants level to
- ground were well-travelled routes, with untold scores of menials
- scurrying to and fro between their masters and duties. The few
- who saw them paused only to stare at the bizarre prisoner being
- escorted by three armoured guards. It was none of their concern
- so they simply kept out of the way then went about their
- business.
- It was dark out.
- The chamber that opened upon the front courtyard was
- vast space, a rectangular cleft in the side of the palace. Three
- floors over their head strongstone vaulting supported the roof.
- Around the walls, over a hundred paces apart, torches burned,
- tiny mites throwing small pools of light. More glows spilled from
- arrow loopholes and doorways: stables, guardrooms,
- storerooms. Trenalbi waded through these puddles of light,
- dwarfed by their own works, went about their business; here
- individual guards lounging against their pole arms, a courier
- scurrying on his way, there a group of males back from the
- town, their barks of laughter echoing.
- Beyond the huge archway the sand of the courtyard
- was blue beneath the light of the Daughters and the Palace
- walls were distant black ribbons. Past them the peaks of
- rooftops and chimneys.
- Beyond that...
- Sekher raised his muzzle, unable to scent properly for
- the mask across his face that blocked the night breeze. Freedom,
- so close now. To remove the mask would be sheer folly.
- The creature was rubbernecking wildly, obviously trying
- to cope with something it had no comprehension of. How could
- it? Whatever it was, wherever it had come from, how could it
- have encountered anything that could possibly compare with the
- scale of this.
- The females were both silent now. Trying to hold
- themselves like males, and doing a creditable job. It was
- working! They could bluff their way past the guards, then...
- Then an outcry sounded. As one the four fugitives
- looked to where that group of down-shift troopers were
- struggling with one of their number who was straining against
- their grasp, pointing across the space at them. His screaming
- carried: ". . . Demon! It killed a priest! Stop them!"
- Guards were beginning to look interested now.
- "Alarm! Sound the alarm!" the male screamed.
- "They're escaping!"
- That did it. Guards began to appear in doors, moved
- towards them with weapons in hand.
- "Oh Gods!" Sekher breathed.
- "Don't pray!" Chaiila hissed. "Move!" So saying, she
- bolted for the closest door with Sekher and Nersi close behind.
- The creature, demon the Rimmer had called it, took a look at the
- charging guards and followed them with leashes dragging.
- Something whirred and rang against the wall as Sekher ducked
- through the door: someone had a crossbow.
- It was the creature that slammed the door, rammed the
- bar into place. The door was sturdy, intended to keep things on
- the other side of it, but it wouldn't take long for their pursuers to
- move to cut them off. All this door boasted behind it was a
- spiral staircase, leading upwards. Already Sekher could hear the
- females clattering their way up ahead of him. He paused to help
- the creature unfasten its collar, then swatted its arm: "Come on!"
- Its peculiar foot coverings pounded the steps close
- behind as Sekher scrambled up the staircase.
- The females were waiting in a door way at the top of
- the stair. "Move your tail, male!" Chaiila hissed. They'd both
- stripped away their masks and now Sekher did the same,
- gasping air. He was about to speak when Chaiila gave his
- helm a resounding slap and snarled, "Don't say it! Don't even
- think it. Come on."
- Again the females took off. Sekher gave his creature a
- resigned look: "Well it didn't work, did it."
- It growled, then slapped Sekher's shoulder to get him
- moving after the females who'd paused at the intersection at the
- end of the corridor. Somewhere alarm gongs were sounding.
- "Where now?" he gasped.
- Chaiila twisted uncertainly, turning left and right, then
- she cursed and tore the helmet off and bounced it off the wall.
- "This way," she snarled, choosing the left corridor.
- They were lived in, these levels. The wooden floors
- were worn smooth, there were tapestries, simple black and white
- line compositions on the walls, covering the grey stonework. A
- servant stepped out of a door and promptly dropped his armload
- of laundry as he cringed at the sight of a grotesque gargoyle and
- a bevy of armed and armour warriors bearing down on him. They
- swept past him, then a guard appeared from around a corner.
- It was the creature who received the full brunt of his
- attack. The trooper's sword flared torchlight as it swung in a
- brutal arc. If the creature had been of average height the slash
- would have taken it in the neck, as it was the sword hit it its
- upper arm.
- And, impossibly, snapped.
- All the Trenalbi: the females, Sekher, the Rim guard
- gaped at the shattered blade as it rang against the wall, then
- clattered to the floor. Then the creature struck out, a single blow
- from a fist sending the trooper reeling, then came a kick that
- connected with the audible crackle of ribs breaking.
- They left the trooper hugging himself and coughing
- blood. Now Sekher stared nervously at his creature. So easily it
- could have killed him in the cell. So easily it could have escaped!
- Why had it waited?
- Another door at the end of the corridor. Another
- spiral staircase. Easy to defend and space-efficient. They'd
- started moving downwards when the sounds of shouting, feet,
- and equipment jangling drifted up. "Back! Back!" Sekher cried as
- he turned. The creature lagged behind them, pulling out another
- of the little cylinders. It fiddled with it, then hurled it back
- downstairs where it clattered out of sight. Heartbeats later the
- walls were lit with a brilliant red glow.
- Cries and screams of terror sounded.
- "Come on!" Sekher urged his creature. It seemed even
- more tired than they were, gasping hard. He caught its arm to pull
- it upwards and was surprised at its weight. It wasn't as broad as a
- Trenalbi, but that was deceptive. It was solidly built. The way it
- had handled that guard...
- They caught up with the females again on a landing a
- floor up just as they opened the door.
- The hall beyond was full of guards charging towards
- them, spears lowered, swords drawn.
- "GODS!"
- Chaiila slammed the door. There was no bar on this one,
- just a lock. Then the creature pushed through them, ramming a
- small cylinder into the keyhole then frantically pushing them
- back, herding the Trenalbi upstairs.
- They'd gone a couple of revolutions up the stairs when
- the shouts sounded behind them. A vicious snarl twisted
- Sekher's muzzle. He wished he could have witnessed that: the
- door exploding in demonic fire just as they reached to open it.
- When the stair ran out, there was another heavy
- door blocking the way. Unlocked, it was, hinges squalling loudly
- as it was pushed open. Sekher rammed the bar into place, then
- leaned his back against the door, praying for his trembling legs to
- hold him.
- This corridor, leading left-right, was a barrel vault, tiled in
- dark blue with the wooden floor stained a dried-blood purple.
- "Alright," Sekher said. "Now where? There's no more
- up."
- "Uh...This way," Chaiila pointed left. "There should
- be another stair down."
- "Which will have a hundred warriors on it by this time,"
- said Sekher.
- "You perhaps have a better idea?"she snarled back.
- No, he didn't.
- From somewhere on that level came the sound of a
- door slamming open. Voices echoed from the hard tiles.
- Wearily, the fugitives once again began running. At
- one intersection they were spotted by a pair of guards, who
- howled the alarm and immediately gave chase. The creature threw
- another of those fire-cylinders behind it and the resulting small
- orange sun that flared in the centre of the corridor effectively
- discouraged pursuit.
- "This...is...hopeless," Sekher gasped. The Sh'sty Rim
- forces knew they were on this level. It was but a matter of time
- before they found them, and then...How many of those little
- cylinders did his creature have? An escape? Huh ! A farce! The
- Rim troopers were doubtless enjoying the hunt.
- Nersi poked her head out to check the next corridor
- they approached, then she signalled 'all clear'. It was more
- conventional, this passage: Plastered stonework with murals of
- gods and deities depicted in bas reliefs. Long, also. They had
- traversed perhaps half the length when the squad of Rim warriors
- in full battledress rounded the corner at the far end. Several of
- them raised crossbows and the flat snaps of the strings being
- released sounded down the corridor. Nersi cried out and
- stumbled wildly, mewling in pain. Two bolts struck the creature,
- staggering it slightly, then clattering harmlessly to the floor.
- Another little cylinder was hurled back down the corridor to
- explode into a yellow glare that obscured anything beyond it.
- "In here!"Chaiila ordered, catching and hooking Nersi's
- arm about her shoulder to help her through the door to their left.
- Sekher was the last through, throwing his weight against the
- heavy door to seal it. There was no lock on it save a simple dowl
- bolt.
- "Haiii," Chaiila hissed despairingly. "Gods preserve us."
- Slowly Sekher turned to look.
- A temple. Here in the palace, a temple!
- The circular room of Communion was nothing compared
- to those in the great temples, nor was it as impressive as the
- Audience Hall he had so recently been introduced to, but it
- wasn't the size of the room that shook the Trenalbi, it was the
- essence, the power that emanated from the very walls and floor.
- Masks of the gods watched from niches around the
- walls. The great faces in gleaming black Nightglow stone
- watching their every move, dark eye sockets glowing with a
- green light. Phast, the god of war, was in ascendancy, snarling
- at them from his position at the peak of the triangle directly
- opposite him. Along side him the effigies of Chith'as' Tre and
- Hirol, gods of storms and fire took their unaccustomed places.
- The altar in the centre of the room was marked with dark stains
- and streaks, still glistening wet.
- Lingering scents of fear and pain rent the air like
- screams. Sekher froze. All the nightmares, the warnings, of
- what happened to those who violated the priests' sanctuaries
- came flooding back, leaving him trembling. His fear mixed with
- that of the females, even Nersi, her leg now coated in blood.
- The creature simply walked out into the room, touched
- the drying blood on the altar, then turned and stared at them,
- questioning.
- A low murmuring sounded from one of the paired
- arches flanking the war god. A hooded figure in grey robes drew
- aside the curtains across the right archway and moved to stand
- below the mask of Phast.
- There was a pounding on the door behind them.
- Unperturbed the priest continued chanting his
- mantras, lifting his head to focus on the creature. The hood fell
- back. He was old, his mane frizzled and nearly white. Still the
- creature continued to stand before the altar like a target for a
- bow, seemingly puzzled by the unarmed old Trenalbi before it.
- The priest raised his arm and the creature half-raised the
- cylinder it had taken from its pouch.
- There were multiple flat cracks like the snapping of a
- dozen whips. From the walls of the room jagged flashes of blue-
- white lightning clawed out at the creature, outlining it in a
- momentary nimbus of sparks and power which faded in the blink
- on an eye.
- The creature looked startled, swinging its arm around.
- A stream of fire erupted from the rod in the creature's
- hand, washing over the Phast's mask, down, engulfing the priest
- who exploded into flame, staggered forward waving his arms
- frantically. Fur burned with a vengeance. Eyeballs burst into
- steam and flame ate into the body, erupting from the mouth as a
- visible scream. The smell of burning flesh was overpowering,
- starting Sekher's mouth to watering.
- The creature stood unharmed by the priest's assault,
- looking - if Sekher could read its expression - surprised at the
- dying priest. It let the cylinder drop to the floor and glanced back
- at the other Trenalbi.
- The twisted corpse on the floor still burned, smoking
- and steaming, looking like a charred log only vaguely Trenalbi
- shaped. Blackened skin and fur burned reluctantly, bubbled as
- fat hissed and spat. Sekher and Chaiili gave it a cautious berth as
- they half-carried Nersi around it.
- Behind the curtains, the arches both opened into the
- same hallway. At one end this terminated in a room with little in
- it: some stark wooden benches and chests, but the other ended in
- another stairway, going up.
- "But this is the top level!" Chaiila stated, confused.
- "Where's this go?"
- "Only one way to find out," Sekher said. "We can't stay
- around here."
- These stairs were broader than the others they'd
- ascended in their flight. They were also newer: the stones still
- bore the distinct marks of masons' chisels. It was awkward
- hauling Nersi up those steps double-time, strung between them
- leaving a trail of blood. The creature trailed behind them,
- glancing back over its shoulder. There was little doubt that the
- Rim troops were now in the temple, right on their tail.
- And when this stair ran out? What then?
- Sekher's hand drifted to the hilt of his sword. Good, he
- still had that, but would...could he use it?
- He reached the top gasping. Nersi was yelping each time
- her foot touched the floor and she was beginning to weigh upon
- his shoulders like a wet shen. "Get back," Sekher snarled to
- the females, in no mood for argument. Chaiila hauled Nersi
- through the small doorway and Sekher watched it close, then
- drew his sword and turned to face stairs. At least he'd take a few
- of them with him.
- His creature stood there beside him, also gasping.
- "Sorry about this," Sekher nervously laughed. "Could
- have had some time to find out just what you are."
- Already voices and rattling equipment.
- He grinned at the creature, clutching tighter to the hilt of
- his sword. It grinned back at him, then held up a single
- cylinder, stripped yellow and black. It twisted the top, starting a
- flashing red light, then dashed down the stairs.
- "Hai!" Sekher yelled, but it was already out of sight.
- Seconds later, it was back, sans cylinder. Sekher had
- time to squall in surprise as it grabbed him, hurling him away
- from the stair.
- The blast that roared up the staircase was almost a
- palpable force, bringing a could of dust and small ricocheting
- debris that rattled against his armour.
- Sekher found himself on the floor, a heavy weight on
- his back and a layer of dust coating his mouth. He coughed, spat,
- and raised his head. A deep growl beside his ear echoed his
- own sentiments. "Hai! You said it!" he agreed as the creature
- dragged itself off his legs and dug in an ear with a finger.
- Sekher's ears wilted in awe at the extent of the damage.
- That little piece of metal had destroyed and blocked a section of
- stair and effectively added another window in the three-span
- thick walls of this tower. He could see that was what it was now, a
- single tower with the rest of the palace spread out below. The
- battlements on the roof were swarming with soldiery as the first
- tinges of the Lightbringer tainted the darkness.
- "Well, they're not going to get through that in a hurry!"
- he snorted to himself, regarding the rubble. "Now we just starve
- to death."
- Gods! What was better? Locked in an underground cell,
- or in a tower? Either way you bit it, they weren't going anywhere.
- A bleak thought. Sekher snarled, startling his creature,
- then headed back up the stairs, slapping loose clouds of
- powdered masonry from his scratched hide. He pounded on the
- door: "Chaiila! It's me! Open up!"
- A bolt scraped on the other side, then the door swung
- aside and Chaiila was staring at him, at the grey coating
- covering him. "By my Mother, what happened?! That noise..."
- "That thing again,"Sekher said, jerking a thumb at the
- creature behind him as he pushed past her, then stopped and
- blinked in surprise.
- A strange room. Not little. The floor was carpeted, the
- walls panelled in expensive-looking timbers, and over those were
- hung tapestries. Not the usual scenes of hunting, battle, and
- geometric designs, rather these were maps. Maps of the known
- lands, maps of the sky, even charts of the seafarers, plotting
- known currents and winds within the bounds of the Teeth.
- There were shelves with over a dozen books along with
- countless other trinkets. Ornately carved, almost to the point of
- gaudiness, a cabinet of burnished dark Splitwood filled a
- corner, stained glass fragments in the doors protecting the top
- shelves. Before another door in the wall to his left, opening
- onto a broad balcony, was a well-worn desk, covered with a
- blotter, a neat stack of parchments, inkwells, a small rack of reed
- pens, a small waterclock, and other paraphernalia. A good-sized
- whitewashed adobe fireplace still held the remains of a fire, wood
- in a stack beside it.
- Nersi was laid out on a pelt spread across a bed in a
- curtained niche opposite the balcony door. Her eyes were closed
- as she hissed breath through clenched teeth. The crossbow bolt
- was half buried in her upper thigh, the orange and white
- fletchings poking out. Blood: it was still trickling through the
- matted fur, not as much now as before. Her eyes opened as
- Chaiila sat down beside her head, caressing her facial fur.
- "How're you feeling, cousin?" Chaiila asked, unable to hide her
- anxiety.
- Nersi grinned: "How'd you feel with a lump of wood
- through your leg? Sweet mother, it hurts!"
- Chaiila looked distressed and patted Nersi's shoulder.
- "I know, I know," she said.
- "Huh! I got myself into it. My choice."
- Sekher felt useless, like a crippled limb. A Trenalbi who'd
- undoubtedly saved his life now may have to lose a leg because
- of him. And to cap it all, she was female. Gods! He was supposed
- to protect them!
- "Gods! I'm sorry," was all he could say.
- Chaiila turned, teeth showing. "Leave us cub," was all
- she said, an edge on her tongue.
- Stung, Sekher retreated to the far side of the room. He
- caught a parting murmur from Nersi: "...not his fault..."
- Perhaps it helped a little.
- Well, first thing. He twisted around and grabbed at
- the false tail, snapping the threads as he yanked it off. His own
- pitiful remnant was slimy wet with fats and other bodily juices. He
- wiped it as clean as he could on an expensive-looking
- tapestry.
- Then he perched himself on the edge of the desk,
- ruminating while unfastening various superfluous pieces of
- ironmongery strapped about his person and letting them fall in a
- clattering heap. Purple morninglight was saturating the sky,
- seeping through the balcony door. There was an impossible
- silhouette out there: A tall, thin, angular figure standing at the
- balcony's parapet. The rising Lightbringer struck glinting
- highlights from the white clothing...armour, whatever that be-
- damned stuff was.
- Huh! An inexperienced young warrior, two females,
- and a monster of dubious civility attempting to flee the heart of
- the Ch'sty Rim. Why had they bothered. Over there Chaiila was
- hunched over her cousin, voices low. She hadn't followed him
- from K'streth, had she? No, he was incidental. She'd said
- something about some other reason for being here. Apparently
- that hadn't been successful, so she'd taken second best (third?
- fourth? She didn't appear overly infatuated with the idea of his
- company).
- Sekher hissed in frustration, anger, and stabbed at a sheaf of
- parchment, forgetting his claws had been cropped. He picked it up
- by hand, read it: some obscure prayer to gods of knowledge and
- understanding. He tossed it aside, watched it sideslip down, miss
- the desk, and plane to the floor like a falling leaf.
- Priests: that one had had power, an immense gift, yet
- his creature(dare he call it that?) had shrugged off the anger of
- lightning like rain from a roadcoat. Also, there was that guard
- who'd betrayed them. What had he been screaming? It had killed
- a priest?
- Two priests dead?
- But why had it languished in the dungeons with him?
- Why had those guards been able to subdue it, beat it senseless?
- And how in the unnamed hells had it been able to kill a priest
- while strapped down?!
- Gods! The unanswered questions!
- Sekher shook his head, then loosened the neck guard on
- his armour to rub at where the metal was chafing his bare skin.
- How long would it take his fur to grow? He picked up the
- waterclock and peered into the complex workings where a
- steady drip of water moved a tiny model of the Lightbringer on its
- path. Another gadget, a simple glass bulb with four small vanes
- inside, the faces of each painted black or white. As the room
- lightened the vanes began to rotate. Sekher poked at it, but the
- vanes continued to turn. Well, he wasn't going to mess with
- that. Priest wizadry wasn't something for an uninitiated neophyte
- to fool around with.
- He glanced a couple of requisition forms and noticed
- some items were a great deal more expensive out here. Gods!
- A bodyweight of incense required a transfer of fifteen silver rods
- from the palace treasury to the priesthood's. Interesting.
- Sekher swept a couple more such ledgers aside,
- uncovering a small grey slab, about the size of his palm. Curious,
- he picked it up, turning it over. It was solid, but not heavy. A
- strange material: not wood, not metal. One face was decorated
- with narrow blue lines forming patterns of circles, rectangles, and
- squares. Along one edge was a little flap concealing little silvery
- nubs and tens of tiny holes. A puzzle.
- He yelped when a hairless pale arm shot past his
- shoulder to grab the slab. "Hai!" he turned. "What do you..."
- But the creature was gripping the little grey box in both
- hands. It looked up at him with eyes gleaming, grabbed his
- shoulder and shook him, roaring, shaking him so Sekher's teeth
- rattled, waving the box under his nose.
- Then stopped when a sword tip pricked at the skin under
- its jaw.
- "Tame is it?" Chaiila snarled in a voice as cold as the
- winds off the Ramparts. "Cub, we have gone to a lot of trouble to
- get you this far, now I am not going to have you torn apart by
- some monster from a nightmare; sending or not. Do I kill it?"
- It was frozen, storm-grey eyes in a dirt-streaked face
- locked on him. Those eyes moved, flickered as Sekher reached
- out to take the little box from its unresisting fingers. One quick
- stab and an unknown variable would be removed from the picture.
- "No." Sekher put the box back down on the desk
- between them. "No, don't. It's saved our hides and if it wanted me
- dead it could have been done with it long before this."
- Chaiila hesitated, then gave a resigned twitch of her
- ears and pulled her sword away. A bead of redness appeared
- where the tip had dimpled the skin, grew, then trickled
- downwards. The creature clutched its prize tight and drew back
- several steps, looking from Chaiila to Sekher with startled eyes.
- "Huh!" Chaiila spat. "Very well, cub. Be it on your head.
- Now you can help me."
- "How?"
- The dark furred female sheathed her sword in one
- smooth motion, eyeing Sekher. The rectangular horizontal slits of
- her pupils were large, dark, stretching across her exquisite
- golden eyes. "Nersi," she said. "We're going to have to get that
- arrow out."
- "Oh, Gods!" Sekher groaned.
- Nersi grimaced as they approached. "Just make it
- quick, alright?"
- "Your desire, cousin," Chaiila reassured her with a pat
- on the shoulder.
- Sekher's duty would be to restrain Nersi's arms, to hold
- her down. Both Nersi and Chaiila insisted that Chaiila be the one
- to remove the bolt. Sekher wasn't about to argue. He
- awkwardly clambered astride her so he was looking down upon
- her face. Scared face, he saw. Her eyes were wide and she was
- almost panting. Her scent was a spicy smell in the air, tangy and
- fresh.
- "Here," Chaiila passed him a strip of leather, doubled
- over to make a thick pad. "She may need this."
- He swallowed and turned down to Nersi. She plucked
- the biting cloth out of his hand but paused with it near her
- mouth. "You know, she said with what was almost a smile,
- "you really do look peculiar with no fur." Then she popped the
- thong into her mouth and spread her arms above her head.
- Sekher took hold, leaning his weight forward. Her fur was
- warm, coarse against his palms.
- And he knew the semibeat Chaiila began.
- Nersi went swordsteel rigid, her eyes exploding wide as
- she strained against Sekher's grip with such force as to almost
- unseat him. He steadied himself but the first spasm was over. She
- was trembling, shivering, her eyes staring through him. Every so
- often a noise would escape her, a small sound, but nevertheless
- painful to hear.
- Behind his back Sekher heard Chaiila's panting, her
- cursing, then the gasp of triumph. Nersi almost jerked off the
- bed, her eyes so wide as to near burst from of their sockets.
- Then she fell lax, sucking air and whimpering behind the biting
- rag. He heard the sounds of tearing cloth as Chaiila made more
- bandages to strap the wound closed with.
- Gently Sekher lifted the sodden, well-chewed strip of
- leather from the female's mouth. She mewled and turned stunned,
- half-focused eyes on him."Calm,"he murmured."It's alright. It's
- over."
- Yet he waited until Chaiila completed bandaging the leg.
- A blood-soaked hand touched his
- shoulder."Done,"the dark female told him. When he tried to
- stand, Sekher found his limbs trembling. Chaiila had done a
- good job: the wound was well wrapped, but still...Sekher had
- known of many die from wounds magnitudes smaller than this.
- The festering...Gods! He shuddered, tried not to think of it.
- A rumbling voice, dropping out of hearing from sound
- to feeling. The creature caught his arm again, this time gentle,
- helping him lean against the ornate Splitwood cabinet, proffered
- the silvery flask. Gratefully Sekher drank. "Thanks," he said,
- wiping his mouth on his arm, "I needed that."
- It growled in acknowledgment, then hesitantly moved
- over to where Chaiila was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching
- over her cousin. She looked up, saw it coming, and had her
- sword out and levelled in a heartbeat. The creature recoiled
- from the stained point.
- "Put that away, Chaiila," Sekher wearily admonished her.
- "It's only trying to help."
- "What's that?" she asked suspiciously, eyeing the flask.
- "Water," Sekher said, watching her with some
- amusement. "Huh, it's safe. I've been drinking it."
- The creature held the flask out and pointed at Nersi. "All
- right!" Chaiila snarled. "I'll do it. Here!" She stuck her hand out
- and the creature faltered, then surrendered the silvery flask.
- Nersi growled as Chaiila propped her up with pillows and lifted
- raised the skin to her mouth. She drank greedily, licked her lips.
- "That's good," she sighed, then relaxed, sinking into Drift.
- Chaiila stroked her cousin's neck, watching her for a while.
- She sniffed the flask, poked the silvery skin, then drank.
- Her eyes widened at the first mouthful.
- "A little," Sekher said. "I don't know how much is in
- there." Chaiila blinked at the flask as if it had just spoken to her,
- then tossed it back to the creature. It awkwardly caught it.
- "Thanks," Chaiila said, dipping her head in embarrassment. Storm
- cloud grey eyes watched her warily.
- --\o/--
- Sekher cautiously peered over the side of the balcony.
- The battlements below were still filled with warriors, archers,
- although he was not certain a normal bow had the range.
- However he saw several light arbalests being set up, aimed at the
- tower. They saw him as well, bows were leveled and voices rose
- in alarm, but nobody fired. He drew back within the sanctuary
- of the doorway. "Why do they wait?"
- Chaiila shuddered and blinked out of her Drift. "Huh?"
- "Down there." Sekher twitched his tail toward the door.
- "All that weaponry, and they sit on their tails. I haven't even
- heard anyone trying to clear that debris off the stairs."
- Chaiila snorted and settled back in the low, stocky
- chair behind the desk, her feet up on the blotter, right crossed
- over left. "Doesn't surprise me. The High Windbreakers are
- probably deliberating just what in the unnamed hells to do with
- us. Huh! Our own pet daemon." She barked a laugh. "If it is a
- daemon. Hai! Is it male or female?"
- "I've no idea," Sekher said, looking over at the thing
- where it was poking through the books on the shelves, selecting
- some and almost seeming to read them, except it was holding
- them upside down.
- "Huh! How'd you two get thrown in the same box
- anyway?"
- Sekher scowled, then related the situation that had
- brought them together. She listened attentively, chuckling a
- couple of times while she lounged back. She'd stripped away
- almost all her Rim armour, down to the breastplate and chamois
- breeches. Her tail was wound around to her front and she
- absently preened at the twitching black and grey ringed tip while
- following Sekher's words.
- "An interesting life you lead, cub," she said when he was
- done. The creature had stumbled across an illustration in the text
- it was leafing through and righted the book. It was an amusing,
- yet somewhat disturbing sight, a parody of a Trenalbi reading.
- "Where do you suppose it came from?"
- "I don't know. We were in the middle of the plains when
- they caught it. I didn't even see how it happened."
- "It's a weird mix. It bleeds like any other mortal creature,
- and what god would send something like that? It doesn't have
- the characteristics of any deity I can think of."
- "It manifests fire," Sekher said thoughtfully.
- "And also water," Chaiila pointed out. "And thunder.
- And death."
- "I think that may be accidental."
- Chaiila looked surprised: "Explain."
- "Look at it. Often it seems confused, terrified, like it
- doesn't know what's going on. It doesn't understand us, and
- sometimes I believe it doesn't even hear us."
- "Great," Chaiila muttered. "What do we do when it
- gets hungry?"
- "It's got some food."
- "Really?" Chaiila looked interested. "Could you get it
- to share?"
- "I don't know,"Sekher confessed, rubbing at his
- arm."And do you really think it'll be necessary? I reckon that
- long before we're hungry enough to need it they'll either have
- that debris cleared away, have scaled the outside of the tower, or
- knocked or burnt it down around our ears."
- The dark female stretched, the fur on her tail
- bristling."Perhaps, but I think the very fact that they're taking so
- long to come to a head means someone is reluctant to damage
- one of us,"she stared past Sekher's shoulder to where the lanky,
- naked-skinned creature was examining the tooling on an
- engraved letter pouch."Or they're reassessing what they're up
- against."
- "I've been doing that from the day I saw it."
- The creature tired of the bookshelf and ambled over to
- poke around the splitwood cabinet. It examined an iron
- candlestick, apparently more interested in the bluebark sap candle
- than in the ironmongery inself.
- "Oth'c ne'thirin te ne'lirin," Chaiila recited.
- "What?"
- "An ancient tongue. Used by the warrior castes of
- the Hub," she replied. "I think it means 'what you don't know,
- don't trust'."
- "Huh! That kind of thinking won't make you many
- friends."
- "Could keep you alive though. Now, any ideas on how
- we're going to get out of here?"
- "Hai! That's my line," he grinned, then sobered. "In a
- tower in the middle of a copulating castle, surrounded by
- soldiers and seige engines, with a wounded female and
- something from a dramatist's nightmare. Wait till it's dark, scale
- down the walls with ropes?"
- "Ropes of what?" She twitched her tail. "And they'd
- doubtless see us and have us for target practice."
- "Huh! Well then, short of flying out, I'm out of ideas.
- What about you?"
- "I've tried," she hissed. "I couldn't come up with
- anything either."
- Sekher moved behind her chair, to stand in the doorway.
- the city was spread out below him, wisps of smoke curling up
- from chimneys, steep rooftops of slate-grey and black tile. There
- were the indistinct blots of Trenalbi going about their
- business, oblivious to what was happening in the palace. The
- She'ng river sparkled blue in the morning light, the green fields
- along its banks fading into burnished gold the further they drew
- from the water so the horizon was a line of copper grasses. Far
- in the distance the dark blue thunderheads of a plains storm
- roiled lazily: one of those storms that flashed out of nowhere,
- drenched a Trenalbi, then vanished again.
- The air was still cool, the morning breeze chill. Against
- Sekher's bare skin it was like nothing he'd ever felt before and he
- didn't know whether he liked it or not, then decided it wasn't
- something he cared for.
- That priest had a couple of spare cloaks and Sekher
- only hesitated an instant before taking one. Chaiila lounged back
- in the chair, watching him in vague amusement, then yawned,
- curling her grey tongue. "That looks even weirder" she said.
- "What?"
- "You in that robe," she smiled. "Without your fur...Gods!
- You should see yourself!"
- And Sekher's skin broke out in countless tiny bumps as
- his nonexistant fur tried to bristle in indignation. He'd opened his
- mouth to snap back a reply when he was forestalled by a
- resounding yelp from the creature.
- It had opened the top doors of the cabinet, the
- stainedglass doors, and now was clutching something that
- resembled a piece of forearm armour, but for the colour: that light
- grey with red and blue designs.
- Chaiila's chair legs had hit the floor with a loud thump as
- the chair tipped forward. "What's it got now?" Chaiila asked
- suspiciously..
- It stabbed with a finger at the thing, examined it, then
- yelped again, brandishing it before the Trenalbi and baring its
- teeth in a grin.
- Both Sekher's and Chaiila went for their swords.
- The creature's eyes widened and it took a step
- backwards, hands coming up while it shook its head. Then it
- feverishly fiddled with the device, slipping it onto its left
- forearm, adjusting something so it locked in place.
- "So it's a piece of armour," Chaiila muttered warily, not
- sounding completely convinced. "Is that so important?"
- The creature stabbed at the piece of armour with a
- forefinger as if it were trying to punch holes in it. A hum
- sounded in the air and the creature growled at its own arm.
- Sekher was more than mildly surprised when the arm
- growled back.
- "Gods!" Chaiila stumbled backwards, tripped against
- the chair, and sat down heavily.
- "What's going on?" Nersi called groggily from the bed.
- "N...nothing," Chaiila swallowed hard. "Don't trouble
- yourself cousin."
- And Sekher was gaping.
- The air above the creatures left forearm blurred,
- darkened, and strings of tiny green creatures began filling the
- space in neat rows. Lines and grids appeared, spinning about
- each other in a complicated dance. A small globe, covered
- with lines, solidified into a blue, green, and white ball,
- spinning in blackness. All the time the piece of armour hummed
- and rumbled sporadically, seemingly echoing the creature's own
- noises.
- Rapidly the ball changed, seeming to leap towards
- Sekher.
- The image became a square like a window, a picture of
- a dark circle; Like looking down into a bowl half filled with
- green, brown, and bronze paint, the other half with blue.
- Veins, glittering blue, crossed the green patches, running into
- the larger blue mass.
- "A map!" Chaiila whispered. "Gods! That's a map of all
- the demesnes."
- Sekher looked again. A map, yes, but unlike any he'd
- ever seen before. The view zoomed in again, the central tundras
- marked out. A red circle appeared in the savanna, a green dotted
- line tracing a path eastwards, then abruptly turning red and
- veering south to terminate in a flashing point.
- "That was where they found it," Sekher breathed. "That
- place where the line changes colour."
- "And that's Jai'stra," Chaiila said.
- And there was another line, a flashing white line
- curving out from the circle, turning to follow the red one. The
- image flickered yet again. There was a black shape,
- obviously representing Jai'stra, harbouring the tip of the red line.
- The white line was approaching: slowly, steadily.
- "Then what's that?" Sekher asked, pointing.
- Chaiila looked at him and Sekher could smell her fear.
- --\o/--
- It was cool that morning, the wind cold against his nose
- and hands, toying with the edges of his cloak. Chenuk flexed
- his fingers then curled them around the grip of the crossbow,
- the wood and metal a comforting weight in his arms.
- The first rays of the Lightbringer had tinted the walls of
- the tower pink, slowly lightening as the bright orb rose above
- the Ramparts and began its daily passage across the sky. There
- had been a few glimpses of the renegades on the balcony, a
- couple of the demon. Pending orders, nobody fired, but a hush
- had descended amongst the troops as they stared at it. It scanned
- the horizon, then looked at them before retreating inside again.
- The second time it was doing something to its arm, again looking
- to the horizon.
- "I wonder if they're still alive in there," the trooper next
- to him had muttered. The query had percolated through the
- ranks. Dozens of gory descriptions of what may have happened
- to the northern plains Trenalbi arose.
- Chenuk shuddered. He'd been involved in the chase
- through the temple, the royal guards behind them making sure the
- regulars didn't falter. The third trooper ahead of him on the stairs
- had been crushed when the roof came down on him. Chenuk had
- gotten off lightly with bad bruising and ringing ears from the
- blast that kicked him backwards down the stairs.
- Scorched his face fur also.
- The gaping wound in the side of the tower was still
- there, a hole three times Chenuk's height, choked with debris.
- Against the sky it was a jagged gouge out of the otherwise
- vertical walls of the tower. It stood like a single finger above the
- palace roof, higher even than the watch and semaphore towers.
- He didn't know why the priests had ordered it built, they had
- their own inscrutable reasons, he didn't really care.
- "What is that thing?" the trooper beside him hissed.
- "Where'd it come from?"
- "We found it in the central plains," Chenuk replied
- without thinking.
- "You were there?" The other's ears perked up in
- interest. "How'd you catch it?"
- "Just stuck it in a cage," Chenuk replied.
- "That's all?" the soldier was disbelieving. "It does that,"
- he pointed at the hole in the tower, "and it just lets you stick it in
- a cage? Didn't it also kill a priest?"
- "Two," Chenuk corrected.
- "Two?!" The trooper stared at him.
- "Uh-huh," Chenuk flicked his tail. "That thing,
- whatever it is, it isn't an animal. I tell you, some of the stuff it had
- with it..."
- "You two!" A captain roared at them, making all the
- warriors within earshot snap to attention. "Shut it!"
- Chenuk licked his chops and turned his eyes back to
- the tower. His palms were sticky, sweaty. Mother! He'd storm the
- Hub alone if so ordered, but by the Gods, they'd have to find
- someone else to tackle that tower! If it were down to him he'd
- burn the place and have done with it.
- Of course it wasn't left to him.
- There was a disturbance around the stair to the
- rampart. Royal guards were pushing up, forming a cordon
- around the Trenalbi in colour-splashed regalia, armour too
- ornate to be practical.
- "This stinks," that warrior beside Chenuk hissed.
- Chenuk said nothing, but his own tail twitched in annoyance.
- And he groaned inwardly when the messenger,
- glittering in his ceremonial armour of office, halted at the peak
- of the tower's shadow and hailed the occupants.
- The silence of the dead cloaked the rooftop. The
- distant sounds of the town, cries of birds, came loud. Then there
- was a Trenalbi on the balcony, hanging back to keep archers
- from getting a clear shot. It was that male from the cage, Chenuk
- saw, although without his fur and no longer wearing his stolen
- armour, instead wrapped in a robe. The skin of his furless head
- was grey, like the stone of the walls. Briefly Chenuk wondered if
- his own looked like that and fervently hoped it didn't.
- "Sekher Che," the messenger called. The male in the
- tower shifted warily and the intermediary continued: "I
- bear an ultimatum from the High Lord and the Holy Council.
- You are willing to hear me out."
- Above them the fugitive male conferred with someone
- behind him, then turned to shout, "Go ahead! I don't have
- anything better to do."
- The messenger scowled, then replied, "His Highest has
- been most exceedingly generous and offers these terms. You
- many accept or reject them as you see fit.
- "You and your companions will be granted your lives,
- supplies, and safe passage to the border of your choosing. In
- return you will surrender the creature into our hands. Alive. It will
- be unarmed and rendered harmless."
- "And how would you suggest we do that?" the northern
- Trenalbi retorted. Chenuk would have sworn he detected
- amusement in that statement.
- "That's up to you," the messenger replied stiffly.
- "And if we decline?"
- "You will watch your associates flayed and impaled
- above the palace gates. You yourself will be treated to some time
- in our lower dungeons, from where I can assure you, you will not
- emerge a whole male. Then you will join your friends."
- "Sounds like real fun."
- "I'm so glad you think so," the official smiled icily, then
- bared his teeth. "So what is your answer?"
- "Hai! Don't we get some time to talk it over?"
- "What's to talk about? You drop that thing out here and
- you go free; Or you end up sitting on a spike. Your choice."
- "I...We can't!" the bald male was looking flustered,
- scared. "It'll tear us apart! We can wait for it to drift...we might
- have a chance."
- "You have until Pan tomorrow. Then all deals are off.
- We come and get you."
- Chenuk frowned as he watched the Royal guard bustle
- the messenger back down into the protective depths of the
- palace, then he looked to the tower. No. He didn't like this.
- --\o/--
- "So now what?"
- An exhausted Sekher slumped down in the desk chair.
- "Gods. I don't know."
- Chaiila glanced surreptitiously at the creature. It was
- huddled in a corner, creating incomprehensible sorcery in vivid
- colours that burned in naked air above its wrist. "I think we
- could take it. It bleeds. If we hit it together, hard enough..."
- "No,"Sekher stopped her before she went any further.
- It gnawed at him. That was an idea he had entertained;
- seriously, but he couldn't sell his creature out like that. "No, we
- can't. We owe it."
- "Owe it?!" She barked incredulously. "And just what do
- we owe it? If that thing hadn't been along they wouldn't have
- spotted us in the first place! Good riddance I say!"
- "Hai! It helped me!" Sekher protested. "I won't betray
- it. Besides, would you really want to deliver something with
- that kind of power into their hands?"
- "Power?" she gave a peculiar little half-smile. "If it's so
- omnipotent, then why doesn't it just spirit us out of here," she
- clapped her hands, "like that? Huh? Its power does seem a
- little. . . limited, does it not?"
- "Perhaps," Sekher's lips pulled back from his teeth as
- he grinned at her, "but that thing was friendly to me. It helped me.
- I owe it." Then he surprised himself by hissing, with more passion
- than he believed he felt, "I'm not going to hand it over."
- Perhaps surprise flickered in the female's hard eyes, also
- intrigue: maybe. Then she lashed her tail around and
- commenced preening it. "You seem to have stuck a claw in its
- interests." She was silent a time, then: "I should tell you that
- they would doubtless kill us even if we were to surrender the
- creature."
- Sekher had entertained that possibility. "At least they
- can't make me into a cushion," he muttered, inspecting his furless
- arm. Was there stubble? He wasn't sure. So, if he died, would
- his spirit be doomed to wander the aether bald?
- "They can wait," Chaiila snorted, not improving his
- spirits.
- "What of you?" Sekher asked. "They don't seem to
- know you're female. Would they..."
- "They would," she confirmed. "They have. . .
- specialists for females." Her tail twitched so violently it almost
- escaped her hands. For a split semibeat she was transparent as
- crystal: afraid. Light from the door behind Sekher slanted dully
- over his shoulder, making her horizontal pupils flick to small
- squares. Then the window was shut and she hung her head.
- "Che," she said. "I fear I must ask a boon of you."
- He dipped his own head. "If it be in my power."
- She heaved a breath, glanced over her shoulder and
- lowered her voice, "If I should be unable, please, see to it
- that Nersi. . . that they cannot take her."
- Sekher's guts twisted, clutching him in confusion. "I. . .
- I. . . Is it our right. . . "
- "Please." It hurt her to beg him like this, he saw. "Please,
- Sekher. She would never last in their hands, and she would suffer
- terribly. It is right. It is the only way."
- Beyond her, Nersi was motionless on the bed, eyes
- focused on that here-not-here of Drift, the white of her nictating
- membrane half-extruded. Maybe she was hearing them, but
- somehow Sekher though otherwise. Small she looked: frail,
- vulnerable, and Sekher's ears wilted as he realised Chaiila was
- right.
- Pained, he closed his eyes and gestured assent. No
- words. Chaiila also had no need of them.
- And there was the faint scent of salt, old clothing, a
- presence at his shoulder. Storm-grey eyes met his as he looked
- up, furrows in the smooth brow. As white as ever its apparel was,
- but its skin was dusty, a streak of blood there, the matted fur a
- dirty brown, tangled.
- Was it aware of what they'd been discussing? If so,
- there was no glimmer of anything comprehensible behind those
- round pupils. Chaiila was bristling slightly, not even trying to
- conceal her unease around the thing. It shifted uncomfortably,
- rumbled softly to her and pointed a finger at Nersi, took a
- hesitant step towards her then turned, as if seeking
- confirmation. Again it gestured at the Drift-bound female.
- "It wants to go to..."
- "I know what it wants!" Chaiila snapped Sekher off.
- "Why? What does it want WITH her?!"
- "Why don't you see?" Sekher suggested.
- Chaiila glared at him, abruptly whipped about and faced
- the creature, then swept an arm to usher it through to her
- cousin. The instant the creature was abreast her it froze with a
- swordtip at its throat.
- "Perhaps it can't talk," Chaiila hissed, "but this it will
- understand." Then she leaned forward to growl at the
- creature, "Harm her, hurt her, and I carve you another mouth."
- She lowered the sword point but not her guard and stepped
- aside to let it past.
- Understandably cautious it sidled past her to sit at
- Nersi's feet. Chaiila leaned against the wall, arms crossed with
- naked sword dangling, watching it. Slowly it pulled aside the
- coverlet and bared her legs. The bandages, once clean white and
- yellow; lively, bright colours, were crusted and stained with rust-
- brown. The creature gently lifted her leg and began to remove
- them.
- Chaiila shifted undecidedly, gripping her sword.
- The bandages were tossed aside. Beneath them, the
- wound was swollen red and white, half scabbed, a pale fluid
- welling out. The creature sucked air in through its teeth. Its
- clawless fingers gently explored the puncture, working out the
- sepsis. Nersi mewled and shifted, finally starting to focus on
- what was leaning over her and Chaiila moved to sit at her
- shoulder, to keep her calm.
- "What's going on? What's it doing?" Nersi was wide
- eyed, trembling under her cousin's hand.
- "Calm," Chaiila soothed. "It's trying to help." She
- stroked Nersi's shoulder and Sekher could almost hear her
- adding,'I hope'.
- Nersi panted and watched the creature.
- Once more it adjusted something on the face of the
- device strapped to its left forearm, and aimed it at the wound. For
- a hearbeat it held it steady, then Nersi yelped in sudden pain, "It
- burns!"
- Chaiila rounded with a snarl, but the creature had
- already lowered its arm and was inspecting the wound. Still an
- angry red, it was, but the swelling had subsided, the dark fluid
- seeping out coloured to clean blood. From another pouch the
- creature produced that small grey slab and touched it in a certain
- sequence. It slid open, produced a small mirror-lined draw on
- which a droplet of blood was smeared, then closed again.
- Seemingly satisfied, the creature tore a blanket and again waved
- its arm over the strips. Nersi tensed as it touched her leg and
- patted her calf, making its noises all the while until she relaxed
- enough for it to wrap the bandages. For a final time it passed its
- forearm over the limb and with a gentle stroke of her fur stepped
- away.
- Chaiila examined the medical work, then grudgingly
- admitted it was quite satisfactory. "How does it feel?" she asked
- Nersi.
- "Ah...Hurts a little. Not as much as before."
- "Huh!" Chaiila's head went back. She was eyeing her
- cousin suspiciously, as if she didn't want to hear that.
- "You worry too much," Nersi laughed, plucking half-
- heartedly at the furs she lay on.
- Chaiila's ears lowered. "With something like that around,
- how can I not?"
- "No, you couldn't, could you," Nersi smiled, then licked
- her lips, a gleam in her eyes. "Is there any water?"
- And Chaiila flinched, then spat and turned to where
- the creature had taken its place in its corner, watching them.
- "Hai, you have water."
- It stared at her.
- "You know, water," she mimed drinking.
- It cocked its head to one side. One side of its mouth
- twitched and Sekher himself fought back a smile.
- "Water," Chaiila repeated, starting to sound a little
- annoyed. "Come on you ugly, mange-ridden lump of shen
- shit! Water!" she snarled, then went for her sword.
- "Hai! Stop!" Nersi cried out in alarm, then in
- reproachful tones said, "You always were too quick with that
- thing. Try having a little more respect."
- "What?" Chaiila looked offended. "To that?"
- Nersi gave a weary smile and while miming, said softly
- to the creature, "Please, may I drink?"
- Immediately it rose and went to her side, producing
- the water flask. Chaiila gaped then huffed in indignation and
- disgust.
- "Hah!" Sekher barked. "I don't think it loves you,
- Chaiila."
- "The feeling's mutual," she snorted. "Pet monsters.
- Gods, I don't know; things are just getting too weird." She
- sucked air, dropped her rear on the desk and began wiping
- down her sword blade with a rag. It was a habit, Sekher guessed.
- "Nervous?" he asked.
- She gave him a look that singed his tail. "I'm waiting to
- die!" she said in level tones, then snarled, "What do you think!"
- "Sorry."
- "Haaaa...No." She raked claws through her muzzle fur,
- down her throat, and stared glumly at her cousin, sitting up in
- bed examining the creature's hands and fur. "I'm nervous."
- She grinned: "I don't think I've ever been so nervous."
- "K'streth," Sekher murmured.
- "What?" Her eyes narrowed. Then: "Huh, right. Perhaps
- I have. I never did get a chance to thank you for that, did I."
- "I think you just did."
- "Yeah, well. . . I guess I just postponed it," she sighed.
- "I'm grateful," Sekher said. "It beats rotting in a cell. I'll
- maybe get a chance to take a few of them with me." He studied
- her anew, noting how she averted her eyes. "You didn't come all
- this way just for me, did you."
- She swallowed. "Did you know someone by the
- name of Twistfur?"
- Oh Gods, oh Gods.
- And she caught the expression on his face. "He was my
- sire. My true-sire. I know it's not usual, but we'd always stayed
- in contact. My true-mother left me at the creche and that was
- that. But he always came to see me. I. . . I think I was closer to
- him than anyone else. I saw his squad get you away, then later
- heard that Rim troops'd captured a Tsuba Highborn. I followed
- you. I found out what happened."
- "He. . . " Sekher croaked, swallowed. "He stopped the
- arrow that would have got me. I'm sorry."
- "It..." she trailed off and turned away from him. Sekher
- caught a glimpse of her nose: wet, as were the scent-spots on her
- cheeks, leaking her grief.
- The irreparable loss of her town, her home. To have held
- it so long, bottling it with bravado. She deserved this release.
- Nersi gently pushed the creature aside and left it
- standing there, looking confused, whilst she welcomed Chaiila
- with gentle touches and soft words. They curled up together
- in a lose embrace, Chaiila's muzzle buried under Nersi's chin.
- There was soft murmuring, comforting, then they were quiet and
- slowly their breathing slowed, synchronised, as they slipped into
- Drift.
- Sekher pitied her, also felt a twinge of jealousy. To be
- able to huddle up with other bodies, sharing warmth, protection,
- comfort, reassurance.
- He sighed and readjusted his cloak, trying to block a
- lonely draught.
- --\o/--
- The movement alerted something inside him. A part of
- him, not a consciousness, registered possible danger, increased
- his heartbeat, respiration, pulled his self out of Drift.
- Sekher blinked, shaking his head, the nictating
- membrane pulling back and clearing his vision. "Huh? What..."
- A cool hand clamped over his mouth, silencing him.
- The odours of salt and drying hay were strong in his nostrils. It
- was still dark, a dying glow of embers in the fireplace. The sparse
- rudy glow flickered on a alien silhouette leaning over him, flat
- planes and bone structure accentuated by drastic shadow. It
- anxiously glanced toward the balcony before lifting its hand.
- Sekher breathed deeply, forcing himself to relax, to
- draw his claws in again. Ai, but his muscles were stiff from
- sitting in the chair. Before him the creature crouched down,
- lowering itself to his level. It rumbled softly, pointing towards
- the female and nudging Sekher to get him moving.
- Chaiila's and Nersi's rousing queries were the
- same as Sekher's, cut off at the same point when he urged
- them to silence. Chaiila had reached for her sword, alarm
- blossoming across her face when she realised it was not by her
- side. "What's going on?" she hissed.
- "Ask that," he whispered, jerking a thumb toward the
- creature. It was standing just inside the balcony door with the
- armour on its left forearm glowing softly. Every so often it
- would glance out the door as if looking for something.
- Chaiila and Nersi both gave Sekher questioning glances.
- He spread his hands in a shrug.
- Cloud was low that night, a light mist in the air, cool
- against Sekher's muzzle. Through the dampness Sekher could
- see the blurred red glows of braziers, eclipsed at odd intervals as
- Rim warriors moved in front of them. They were still down there.
- Huh! Perhaps they'd gone home for the night...Of course
- they were still down there!
- Yet there was no sign that anything untoward
- was transpiring. It was as quiet as a twelve week gone
- corpse.
- He turned back to the creature. "What're you up to?"
- he murmured.
- It twitched, looked up from its work and grinned at
- Sekher. They were small, square teeth that Sekher found difficult
- to be threatened by; nevertheless he decided to take the better
- part of valour and stepped back. It shook its head, then
- touched its forearm.
- Without a flicker its brilliant white clothing changed to a
- pitch black. Sekher gaped wordlessly. Chaiila muttered a hasty
- warding mantra, grabbing her sword from the desk.
- A dark shape against the night fog it stepped out onto
- the balcony, hugging the curve of the tower wall to further
- confound any eyes that might be looking. Long fingers flickered,
- seemingly caressing its left wrist, and it growled.
- A line of red light snapped into existence, a reed-thin bar
- of red light spearing towards the balcony, originating somewhere
- in the foggy distance. At times that thread of light looked solid
- enough to touch, at other moments it faded, vanished,
- reappeared with the drifting clouds.
- "Gods,"Sekher whispered, awed.
- The beam shifted smoothly until it had pinpointed a spot
- on the wall several spans to the left of the door. Hurriedly the
- creature retreated back into the room, closing the balcony door,
- ushering the recalcitrant Trenalbi to the far side of the room
- where they huddled around Nersi, agitated and confused.
- "What's going on?"she hissed, wild-eyed. Tendons on
- her arms stood out as she clenched her leg, trying to get up.
- Chaiila, pressed her back again, grasped her cousin's hand and
- glanced at the creature, awaiting its next move. It growled at its
- lower cannon, which duly growled back. Outside, beyond the
- thick tower walls, came a faint howling, a roar that within a
- heartbeat grew to a crescendo then a powerful impact, the
- amplified sound of swordstrike on stone, shook the tower,
- jolting showers of mortar and the dust of ages loose. A
- penetrating whine, a screech of metal biting against rock, set
- Sekher's teeth on edge as something on the other side of the wall
- tried to claw its way through.
- Then there was silence.
- A decabeat later; distant shouting.
- Six strides and the creature was across the room,
- pulling the door open. It glanced out then frantically beckoned to
- Sekher and Chaiila. Chaiila balked.
- "Come on!" Sekher hissed, tugging her arm. Reluctantly
- she came.
- The mist was a godsend, but still they stayed low,
- hidden from Rim eyes and weapons by the balcony parapet.
- Imbedded in the solid stone of the wall to the left of the door was
- what could only be the source of the noise.
- A stubby cylinder, as long as Sekher's arm and half as
- wide, pressing against the tower like a bloodsucker on a
- herdbeast. The front end was slightly crumpled, four armatures
- spaced around its circumference splayed out, drill-bits on the end
- bored deep into stone. With a sharp Thum-Thummp the thing
- split lengthways, two halves of something that wasn't metal
- rattling to the ground. The inside of the thing was a glittering
- array of compressed struts and reinforcing braces, black boxes
- and cylinders, all packed into the tiny space. For what purpose
- Sekher couldn't begin to guess.
- Then the creature detached a piece of the thing, a
- small rectangular assembly of metal that it pulled out...and left
- hanging seemingly in midair.
- Sekher stared, not entirely surprised. There'd been to
- much strangeness for him not to be inured to some extent. He
- blinked, peered closely, and finally noticed the thread running
- from the back of the cylinder and off into the darkness, a minute
- thing, no thicker than a strand of fur. The condensation beading
- on it gave it a mercurial sheen.
- From the device hanging from the thread the
- creature unraveled a black strap, adjusted its length until it was a
- long loop, long enough to loop under a Trenalbi's shoulders, as
- the creature showed it wished to do.
- Chaiila understood then.
- "No!"She backed away."Not a chance! On that?!
- Sekher, it's demented!"
- It stepped forward to offer her the loop and she
- snarled, teeth bared and ears flattening back, drawing her sword
- in a gleaming arc. She struck, aiming for its head.
- The creature desperately flung up an arm, ducking. The
- sword glanced off its arm, making the beast gasp, staggering it to
- one knee. Chaiila gave tongue to another yowl and swung
- around for another strike and Sekher was unable to say exactly
- what she was aiming for, the creature or the thread, but it was the
- thread she hit...
- And the blade was sliced in two. Chaiila stared in shock
- at the ruined stump she was holding. The commotion she raised
- had set off something amongst the Rim troops, already milling
- in confusion from the creature's sorcery. More lights flared,
- torches and lanterns, orders were shouted, then came the sharp
- snap of arbalests.
- A bronze-tipped bolt as long as Sekher's leg caromed off
- the top of the balcony parapet into the tower wall, striking a
- shower of sparks and just missing Sekher who belatedly ducked.
- Smaller projectiles rattled off the rock.
- Faster than Sekher would have believed possible in
- something with its bulk the creature seized Chaiila's arm,
- disarming her with a twist of its wrist, then snarled at Sekher,
- gesturing curtly.
- Sekher pressed himself against Chaiila, looking into
- her panicked eyes. The strap settled around both of them,
- Sekher hooked it under his arms, around he and Chaiila.
- Then it touched its wrist armour.
- A distant cough, from far out in the fog, growing to a
- rumble, a roar, then a scream like the fury of the wind. From the
- distant night streaks of fire appeared, arrowing down onto the
- palace rooftop. Gouts of flame and smoke billowed. Explosions
- thumped, hammering the air with a pressure that was more than a
- sound.
- Screams sounded. Pain and terror and something not
- quite Trenalbi. Blue fire belched skywards from the temple as
- priests tried to defend against an attack they couldn't see.
- The creature slapped Sekher's shoulder and assisted
- the shaking Chaiila over the side of the balcony railing. Then with
- a lurch the solid stone dropped away and they were hanging by
- a thread, the tower falling away behind them, fading into the mists
- as they gathered speed. Chaiila twisted and kicked,
- screamed,"NERSI!"
- Sekher fought to still her, afraid she would dislodge
- them, afraid she would draw the attention of the Ch'sty Rim
- soldiery.
- Although they seemed to have troubles of their
- own. Below them, a brilliant green line lanced arrow-straight
- from the mists to flicker across the battlements, vanish in
- drifting cloud, then flash into sight again. Violent fires burned
- across the rooftop, pyres of sparks and flames where seige
- engines had been, gaping wounds blasted in the roof and walls,
- also billowing flames and smoke, other places seemingly melted.
- The figures of Rim warriors were everywhere, so many sprawled
- unmoving.
- Then they were over the town: far below and dark.
- Chaiila was digging claws into his hide as she clung
- to him. "Nersi," she whimpered.
- Sekher clutched her tighter as they picked up speed, the
- wet wind howling around them setting them spinning first this
- way, then that; like a plumb bob on a line. The hum from the
- assembly clipped to the thread grew.
- Gods! How fast were they going? More importantly,
- how were they going to stop?
- Then the river was behind them, the water lost in
- darkness, when the ground came up out of the mists. Fields, the
- top of grain, blurred past ten body lengths below their dangling
- feet. If they hit anything at this speed...
- But the ground dropped away again as the thread
- began to curve gently upwards, and as they climbed they
- slowed, more than the incline should account for. There was a
- braking mechanism somewhere on the thing Sekher guessed. Or
- else it was magic.
- The ground reappeared again, the flank of a hill, much
- slower this time: the speed of a fast shen, running speed, then
- walking.
- "Ready?" Sekher asked Chaiila. She grimaced in return.
- Without warning, from the fog ahead, an angry beam of
- green light snapped past them, making both Trenalbi duck
- instinctively. Then a pale shape materialised from the darkness
- and banks of clouds before them: Much, much taller than a
- Trenalbi, many long legs raising it high off the ground, bulky
- body, glittering dark eyes set in a small head that pivoted to stare
- at them as they inched to a halt and dangled from the thread
- attached to it.
- --\o/--
- Someone, somewhere, was screaming, elsewhere
- another whimpering in fear and pain.
- Chenuk huddled behind the crenelle, still stunned by
- the explosions that decabeats before had rocked the rooftop,
- shattering light catapults and ballista...and Trenalbi. Warriors ran
- about in confused circles, some firing crossbow bolts at
- phantoms in the mist. Many more were of the same mind as
- Chenuk: stay down, keep your hide intact.
- Fires made the area a chaotic scene of strobing orange
- light and jet blackness while smoke burned at eyes and nostrils.
- There were holes where the roof had collapsed into levels below,
- some burning.
- Chenuk clutched the remains of his crossbow, ruined
- when that green finger of light raked the battlements. He had
- begun to poke his head up to fire at the balcony when a green
- flash sliced through horns, bridle, and stock, the taut
- bowstring and fragments of bow whipping back to gouge his arm.
- Beside him...
- Chenuk shook uncontrollably when he glanced at the
- lump sprawled on the wet flagstones beside him.
- Beside him the warrior had been raising his bow to his
- shoulder when the green light brushed across him. His head
- exploded into red-tinted steam and bone fragments. The
- twitching body dropped like a sack of grain, the head above the
- lower jaw...gone.
- He tore his eyes away. Something warm, moist was
- soaking the fur on both sides of Chenuk's face. Absently he
- reached up and brought his hand away red. His ears, Huh! He
- wanted to chitter insanely. His ears, his glorious tufted ears were
- gone, charred and bleeding stumps all that remained.
- Chenuk glanced up at the tower, the clouds of moisture
- and smoke parting in time to allow him a glimpse of something
- dark and silent gliding past overhead, gone before he could
- open his mouth.
- --\o/--
- The thread hummed and vibrated almost imperceptibly
- as another harness appeared from the darkness, slowing,
- stopping before it bumped Sekher and Chaiila.
- Nersi had both arms wrapped around the creature's
- neck, claws out and hanging on for dear life, but her eyes were
- bright and she was grinning with excitement. Despite the pain she
- must be feeling, enjoying herself?!
- The creature reached up to snap a red toggle and the
- straps expanded, lowering the pair to the ground and
- shrugging the harness off. Nersi was limping badly, leaning on
- the creature's arm for support. A most unlikely pair.
- "Oh, gods!" Chaiila groaned in disgust.
- Nersi halted - drawing the creature up short - and looked
- up at them, flashing a small smile. "You coming down or you
- just admiring the view? Pull that little red thing."
- Sekher craned upwards to do so. There was a metallic
- crack, a whirring, and the straps relaxed to dump them on the
- ground. Sekher stumbled as his unsteady legs betrayed him. That
- ride had ruffled his metaphorical fur more than he could ever
- admit.
- Chaiila took possession of Nersi, snarling at the creature until it
- backed off, fussing over her cousin who protested she was fine.
- Then she saw the pale behemoth looming over them on the crest
- of the hill.
- "By the gods...What..."
- "Beats me," Chaiila admitted and tugged at her cousin's
- arm, pulling her the other way. "Come on, let's leave a trail."
- "Huh!" Nersi balked and hung her head, touching
- her bandage. "With this leg I won't make it, only slow you
- down. They'd catch us before we made a kilospan."
- She was right, Sekher knew. The Ch'sty Rim law would
- track them and either capture or kill them. Capture: back where
- they started. Death: perhaps preferable.
- A pale hand touched his shoulder. He turned to see
- the creature regarding him quizzically. "What do you want?" he
- snapped. It tugged at his arm, pointing to Chaiila and Nersi, then
- at the motionless thing at the top of the hill. Sekher's ears wilted.
- "Gods!" Nersi spat in exasperation. "It saved our lives.
- I don't think it intends to eat us now!" And she shocked Chaiila
- by twisting out of her grasp and lurching away to be steadied by
- a wiry black-clad arm hooked about her waist. The creature
- rumbled at her and delicately escorted her up the remaining slope.
- Sekher sighed and followed, with Chaiila behind him
- mumbling curses and wards all the way.
- The thing was big; far bulkier than a wagon, with six
- legs thicker than a trenalbi and a chunky body. Its head - if that
- was what it was - was a cylindrical affair situated halfway down
- its length. It moved to track them as they approached and Sekher
- was instantly struck by the similarity to the insides of the thing
- imbedded in the tower wall: struts and metal and glass and other
- materials.
- Then he saw there were wheels on the ends of its legs.
- "Wheels?" Chaiila saw them also. "Since when does hellspawn
- have wheels?"
- And since when were demons made from metal?
- The creature took Nersi right up to the thing, neither of
- them reaching the underbelly, and opened a small door in its
- right foreleg, touching glowing squares in a brisk sequence.
- Promptly, like a Hetre kneeling for mounting, the wheeled thing
- lowered itself with ponderous grace, stopping when its belly was
- brushing the grass. A latticework of bars clanked and hinged
- upwards like great jaws.
- Nersi was hesitant about approaching that, but she did
- so, looked inside, then laughed and turned to the other two
- Trenalbi hovering what they hoped was a safe distance back.
- "Come on!" she called. "I think we've got a ride!"
- "Huh?" Chaiila and Sekher traded wondering looks.
- There were a pair of what could only be seats in the
- front of the thing. Granted they were strange-looking things:
- black, covered with something glossy and soft-appearing,
- without apertures for tails, but they were unmistakably seats.
- Arrayed before them were a series of glassy squares
- and a few glowing lights of various colours. To the right of
- each position was a strangely-wrought protuberance, a little
- like someone's twisted idea of a sword hilt. The creature helped
- Nersi get settled into the left seat, squirming to find a position
- where her tail was tolerably comfortable. Behind the seats was a
- small space, cluttered with small coloured cylinders, box-like
- things, and other incomprehensible knik-knacks. These the
- creature swept aside like so much rubbish and folded a small
- padded ledge down from the back wall.
- "Come on!" Nersi urged them again. "It's not dark
- forever!" Sekher squeezed in behind the seats, followed in short
- order by Chaiila. She pressed against him in the confined space,
- fur brushing against his bare arm. He shivered convulsively and
- only then understood just how cold he was with night dampness
- soaking through his cloak.
- The seat before him creaked as the creature settled into
- it. If this was a wagon, where were the draught beasts? Who
- had brought it here? Surely it could not have been left standing
- where it was, conspicuous from the town walls.
- Above him the latticework of thick bars that constituted
- the broad canopy swung down to lock in place with a click. Not
- made to keep anything in or out, simply to protect the inhabitants
- of the cabin in case of a roll. Around the lip, above a board
- studded with coloured squares, circles, and other patterns was a
- shield of a glass of a quality that surpassed anything Sekher had
- ever seen before.
- The creature was hidden from his sight in its seat
- directly before him, but Sekher saw its hand touching squares on
- the arm of its chair. More lights flicked to life. With an ease
- borne of long familiarity it tapped lights. Images flared in the
- glass plates: lines and curves, pictures, a map like the one
- conjured by the creature. Then it took a firm grip on the stick with
- its right hand, accompanied by a low hum pervading the very
- framework of the vehicle.
- Everything lurched and Sekher was pressed back where
- he sat. Heavy wheels spun, tearing clods of dirt loose, then
- gripped as the vehicle slewed about and left Jai'stra behind.
- It accelerated, the body lowering to hug the ground, legs rising
- and falling with every dip and mound so instead of rattling his
- teeth like seeds in a rattle the ride was little worse than a boat in a
- light swell.
- But so much faster!
- Crushed grain blurred under the wheels and slowly the
- mists began to thin, turning into a thin cloud cover. White-
- blue Daughter-lit horizon and plains wheeled as the vehicle
- executed a gradual turn and passed through a hole torn in a
- rickety wooden fence and the seemingly endless expanse of the
- plains was before them.
- "I think I'm going to be sick," Chaiila moaned.
- --\o/--
- "They're WHAT?!"
- "Gone, Sir," the guard repeated miserably.
- "That I heard," the officer hissed, then howled, "What I
- want to know is HOW! WHERE?!"
- The guard ducked his head and flinched away. "We
- don't know Sir," he confessed. "They're just...gone."
- The officer stared at the subordinate in fury, then
- dismissed him with a cuff of the ears that drew blood. Still
- fuming the officer turned and saw Chenuk watching. "What do
- you want!"
- "Watchkeeper Nerfith, Sir," Chenuk ducked his head
- and the officer started visibly at the ruin of Chenuk's ears.
- Clotting blood from his ears tugged at his head fur, but the pain
- had subsided to a vague sting. "Sir, I'm Chenuk ser Kifeny. I
- was transferred to your command. Told to report to you for
- orders."
- "Another," Nerfith groaned. "Alright, Chenuk, who was
- your old commander? Why the shift?"
- "Hekira, Sir. He was over there," Chenuk nodded
- towards a large smoking hole in the wall and part of the rooftop.
- They were still digging bodies out of the rubble.
- "Huh, pity. He was a good warrior."
- "Yes Sir."
- "Your battlegroup?"
- Chenuk twitched, the tattered remains of his ears aching.
- He swallowed and finally replied, "Some of them are still...alive."
- Nerfith just stared, trying not to show his shock. Just a
- few motley fugitives and they'd lost one battlegroup at the
- least.
- He was spared the ignominy of gaping like a wordless
- fool when another soot-streaked trooper stopped and saluted
- the Watchkeeper. "Sir, we've found something on the tower...We
- don't know what it is."
- "The unknown is something I've just about had enough
- of," the officer sighed."Very well. Chetik..."
- "Chenuk, Sir."
- "Whatever...Chenuk, follow."
- They'd scaled the tower with ladders and entered
- through the hole. There'd been nobody there. Nor had there
- been anyone or anything in the room at the top, which the
- priests had allowed them to enter only after performing arcane
- rituals to remove demonic wards. The whole tower had been
- deserted.
- However, imbedded in the tower wall just outside the
- balcony door was a peculiar object that hadn't been included
- by the architects. There were guards in the tower room and a
- couple more on the balcony itself. All had their fur on end and a
- reek of fear about them. Chenuk smelt it and his own pulse picked
- up.
- "You haven't touched it?"the Watchkeeper asked.
- "No Sir,"one of the duty guards responded."It's just as
- we found it."
- "Have the priests had a look at it?"
- A few of the guards exchanged glances. Their
- spokesman twitched his tail uncomfortably."Ah...They decided to
- make their examinations from a distance for the present."
- Chenuk bit back a protest. If the priests were too scared
- to poke their noses around, what in the hells was HE doing
- here?! Gods, he groaned to himself, I don't get paid enough for
- this kind of thing.
- Nerfith scratched at his armour, adjusting his tail in its
- sheath up the back of the plastron."So, has it done anything?"he
- asked."Moved, prophesied, sung? Anything?"
- "Uh, nosir."
- The watchkeeper snorted and stepped out onto the
- balcony. He took some time to lean on the railing and stare out
- into the fog before nonchalantly strolling around to examine the
- thing. Chenuk followed, noting that Nerfith's sword hand was
- twitching, flexing restlessly Light was beginning to touch the
- clouds on the horizon, turning the edges of the clouds molten
- silver. Morning already. Chenuk blinked at the Pan; finally, after
- a night that had seemed to drag on forever.
- The thing stuck into the wall was metal. At least, most
- of it seemed to be. There was that watery wave of reflections -
- pink, purple and scarlet in the morninglight, much like the
- ripples on a blade of the finest quality steel. Other parts were of a
- flimsy-seeming white substance that Chenuk knew he'd seen
- before. In fact he'd worn it on his head. The nose of the thing
- was crumpled where it had impacted with the stonework, but the
- stone had yielded also. Mortar had crumbled and several blocks
- had been pushed out of alignment.
- "Gods, it must have hit with the force of a battering
- ram,"Nerfith pointed out.
- Four small arms were splayed out, their tips drilled into
- the masonry. That was how the thing clung with such tenacity.
- "Sir, how could this have helped them escape?"Chenuk
- asked.
- The Watchkeeper's ears flagged his own ignorance.
- Chenuk looked closer. Whatever it was, its skeletal
- framework was filled with small boxes and strange constructions
- of metal. In the end protruding from the wall there was a
- recessed cavity.
- "What's this?"Nerfith stooped to pick something up
- from the floor."Looks like a sword blade. What'd you think?"
- "Ah, yes Sir. Cheap bronze job. Standard issue. It
- looks like it snapped."
- The officer scrutinised the broken blade and gave a
- noncommital,"Humph."
- "Watchkeeper!"a courier popped out onto the balcony
- and handed over a scroll."Message Sir!"
- "Thanks."The officer passed the fragment of blade to
- Chenuk, took the scroll and popped the seal with a claw,"wait
- over there,"he ordered the messenger with a distracted toss of
- his head. If the courier had done so, he'd have gone over the edge
- of the balcony. Instead he chose to retire to the tower room.
- Chenuk stepped aside to let the officer pace on the
- narrow parapet. Why would a priest have a balcony constructed
- anyway? He'd heard that Kanr, the priest who'd made this
- tower his domicile, had been a little eccentric, even for the
- priesthood. Always peering at the night sky and trying to
- postulate ridiculous theories about the Well of Heaven. Huh! No
- doubt he'd used this balcony to stare at the night sky. Powerful
- he'd been too, very powerful, but always reluctant to fight. Still,
- he'd met his match in the last place he expected, right in his own
- sanctum.
- A slight movement on the device stuck to the wall
- caught Chenuk's eye. Intrigued, he cocked his head to one side to
- closer inspect it. From the recess at the rear of the thing hung a
- tiny thread, scarcely more than a black shadow a couple of spans
- long. Chenuk batted at it, then caught it in his left hand. It was
- so light he couldn't even feel it. He snorted in abrupt anger at
- this thing that had so thoroughly disrupted his life and yanked
- the thread to snap it off.
- A brief flash of pain up his arm. Chenuk looked down
- in confusion, at first not understanding what he saw. Then he
- started chittering and whimpering in shock.
- Nerfith looked up from his dispatch:"What's...Hells!
- Guards!"he yelled for help as he grabbed Chenuk's hand and
- saw the damage for himself."Gods, youngling! What happened?!"
- "T...That,"Chenuk hissed, then yelped at
- pain."That string...It went right through..."
- "Death on a doorstep! You've been losing too many
- body parts this night,"Nerfith muttered as he strapped the
- tourniquet in place and tightened it.
- Chenuk chittered in agony, his good hand extruding
- claws and flailing at the air."Haaii!"
- "Calm, you'll live."
- "North."
- "What?"The Watchkeeper's ears perked up and he
- readjusted his position the better to see the trooper's face.
- "North,"Chenuk repeated."They went north. Where we
- found it."
- Nerfith digested that information while more guards
- appeared, staring at Chenuk's maimed hand. "Hnnn!"the soldier
- clenched his teeth as the guards helped him too his feet and
- threw his arms over their shoulders. He was muttering as they
- carried him off, snarling:"I'm going to find that hairless,
- motherless, demon-spawned bastard,"he snarled to nobody in
- particular."I'm going to find it, and I'm going to tear it apart and
- feed it to itself. Deformed, furless offspring of a shen. Demon.
- Sorcery..."
- Nerfith watched him leave with wilted ears. He beckoned
- to a lieutenant.
- "Sir?"
- "I want to find out some more about that Trenalbi.
- What assignments he's had in the past. Was he with the convoy
- that found that thing? where they found it, stuff like that. See
- what you can uncover."
- "Yessir."
- "And get a message to the signalers."
- --\o/--
- Sekher squinted into the wind whipping around his head
- and ears, nostrils working hard. Standing on the pillion bench in
- the daemon's conveyance, steadying himself with a hand
- clenching the framework enclosing the cabin, he had an excellent
- view. The air was cool and fresh, just beginning to warm after the
- night but still chilly against bare flesh. Hazy purple horizons, the
- norm on these rolling prairies, stretched away in all directions.
- The low, tough scratch-bush and golden grasses would
- continue to carpet the grounds until another river valley
- where more hospitable and colourful flora could grow. To the
- west, the orb of the Lightbringer was only a few degrees above
- the hazy teeth of the Ramparts. How far had they travelled in the
- past couple of hours? Certainly far further than any mounted
- Trenalbi could manage in a day.
- He took another deep draught of the morning air and
- ducked back down into the shelter offered by the cabin.
- "Morning and waking,"he cheerfully greeted Chaiila who was
- curled in on herself on the bench. She lifted her head, the
- white eyelid sliding back as she raised from Drift.
- "Burn in eternal agony, male,"she hissed.
- "Glad to see you're feeling better,"he returned.
- "Huhnnn,"she groaned, rubbing at muzzle and eyes."I don't
- understand how you can stand this. It's not...natural to travel
- this fast!"
- Sekher flagged amusement at her embarrassment and
- Chaiila bridled. She was a proud one, this female, and she wore
- that pride like a prized and polished suit of armour; she didn't like
- to get it scratched.
- Nersi was in Drift, slumped in the front seat with her
- head lolling on her shoulder. Beside her the creature was bent
- over a tray on its lap, a scatter of tiny parts spread out on it. A
- small door had been opened in a cluster of devices on a panel
- before it revealing perplexing tangles of coloured cables and
- small black cubes locked into latticeworks. The creature's
- armband also lay in fragments while deft long-fingered hands
- shifted pieces around as if trying to solve a complex puzzle.
- "Uh,"Chaiila tugged at his tail."Sekher, who's
- controlling this thing?"
- Nersi in Drift. The creature...doing whatever it was
- doing...
- "Don't ask,"Sekher replied and sat back heavily. He
- automatically tried to rub down the fur on his face but his hands
- only brushed against a coarse stubble. Hai, better than nothing.
- Wagons that drove themselves...what next?
- The plains continued to scroll past as the wide, barrel-
- like wheels hummed through the grasses with a sound like water
- against a boat's hull. A family of startled Burrowrunners bolted
- through the grass ahead and vanished into their holes.
- Occasionally there was a judder as some obstruction was struck.
- At that speed any normal wagon would've been shaken to pieces
- long before then.
- Sekher touched the cage framework over his head.
- Metal. Steel. The whole thing was made of metal of various types,
- much of it unknown to the Trenalbi. Gods, there was a fortune in
- the stuff here! Even so, it had a battered and scarred look that
- suggested it had seen better days. Paint had been scratched and
- chipped and in one particular spot Sekher noticed the metal bars -
- as thick as his arm - were bent as if some huge weight had fallen
- on it. If those bars hadn't been there anyone in either seat
- would've been pounded flatter than a biscuit.
- Chaiila had picked up a bulky cylinder with rounded
- ends from among the clutter on the floor and was turning it over.
- When it hissed loudly she dropped it, stared at it as if it had
- insulted her.
- "So," Sekher began after a time of awkward silence,
- "where do we go from here?"
- Chaiila looked up from cautiously prodding the cylinder
- with a toe claw, looked up. "From here? Well, I'd suggest we get
- clear of the Ch'sty Rim domain first before we make any set
- plans."
- Sekher snorted. "Clear? What're they going to do now?
- Send infantry running after us? There's no way they're going to
- catch us now."
- "No?" she growled. "Take a look over there."
- Sekher followed her finger.
- On the horizon the squat shape of a tower was visible.
- Too far away to make out exact details, but the spindly branches
- of the heliograph arms were quite distinct, their reflective
- surfaces flashing as they snapped open and shut.
- --\o/--
- "So, where are they?"
- Kissaki's voice was level and calm, dangerously so.
- Watchkeeper Nerfith swallowed hard. "Ahh, I was
- informed they were northbound, Sir. We've received messages
- from relay posts twenty six to thirty five reading they'd sighted
- the fugitives heading north at...uh," Nerfith licked his lips,
- "about one hundred kilopaces a unit."
- That shook the Lord. Kissaki went rigid in his chair, his
- pupils dilating into black pentagons. "One hundred?"
- "At their best estimate, Sir."
- "Oath!" Kissaki pushed his chair back from the
- polished darkstone desk and stood. Here, in Kissaki's private
- offices, was a world where none but the highest ranking were
- permitted to enter. These rooms were not of the imposing scale of
- the audience chambers, intended to awe and intimidate. Instead
- they were of a more functional scale, easily heated and a great
- deal more comfortable than that draughty hall.
- The Watchkeeper wasn't the only other soul in the
- room. So silent and still that it was easy to overlook him a member
- of the Priesthood sat brooding in a grotesquely carved highback
- chair of dark wood. A sienna-furred hand propped his chin while
- amber eyes glinted from the shadow of his hood as he stared at
- the other two, watching every move.
- Kissaki pulled a scroll case from its rack in the desk and
- popped the end caps off, sliding the lacquered scroll out and
- spreading it out with a jewel-encrusted astrolabe and statuette of
- Psaht to weight it down. "What were those relay stations?
- Twenty six to thirty five?"
- "Yessir."
- The Lord pored over the map, tracing a route with a
- silvertipped claw while a growl hovered in his throat. "North..."
- Then the claw stabbed down and he shot a burning glare
- at Nerfith: "Send orders to mobilize the garrisons at Chertuk and
- Red Ford. Move cavalry to heard them to Split Forks where
- infantry can meet them with ballista and arbalests.
- "Also get three royal battlegroups mounted and moving
- with cages and handlers to bring it back!" His voice rasped again
- when he snarled, "I WANT that creature! Any way possible, do
- you hear me!"
- "Yessir!" Nerfith barked again. "The others,Sir...?"
- "The others..." Kissaki pondered for a couple of beats,
- then said, "Kill them."
- "Is that wise?" the priest said softly.
- If he'd howled at the top of his voice he couldn't have
- made a greater impact. Kissaki stared at him, blinking slowly.
- "And why do you say that?" he finally asked.
- "It would seem to me that they hold some kind of sway
- over the creature." That voice was calm and unflappable. "It
- has protected them so far. Perhaps they could be used to
- persuade it to," he raised a hand and made vague, suggestive
- motions, "work with us."
- Kissaki considered, then said, "No. Kill them." It was
- the final stamp on their death warrants.
- The priest didn't object. He just watched as the
- Watchkeeper bowed low as he backed for the door, twisting his
- head to expose white-tufted guard fur on his throat. The Lord
- was seething and Nerfith wasn't about to be the overly-cocky
- subordinate who had his rank, not to mention his hide, slashed.
- He felt the eyes of the guards outside following him as
- he let the door swing shut behind him. Within minutes the
- orders were transcripted and sealed and messengers were were
- dispatched, racing to the signal stations. Alone now in his
- cramped little cubby of an office he threw down the stylus and
- rubbed at his hand. Two garrisons; at least twenty battlegroups
- and cavalry. There was no doubt that they would be able to
- intercept the fugitives, but it would take skill and cunning and
- not a little luck to close the jaws and trap the prey between them.
- --\o/--
- "Sir?"
- "Who...?" Nerfith turned, not breaking stride. The
- trooper hurried to catch up with him, gasping heavily. The
- Watchkeeper knew this male with his bandaged arm and ears.
- "Chenuk?"
- "Yessir." The trooper sucked air, then half-collapsed
- against a corridor wall.
- "Oath!" the officer exclaimed. "The priests didn't let
- you out, did they?"
- "Not exactly, Sir," Chenuk coughed, clenched the claws
- of his good hand into the stone walls as another wave of
- dizziness sent his head reeling.
- "You should be in the temple! Look! I don't take to
- my warriors killing themselves off by stupidity and running
- around like that's the most fool thing I've seen!"
- "I'm fine, Sir," Chenuk protested, cradling his injured
- arm with its bulky wrappings. Somewhere within that misshapen
- lump of bandages, healing clay, and mosses was his right hand,
- missing three fingers. Some Priesthood at the Hub may have had
- a shadow of a chance of saving the digits, but while the Ch'sty
- priests were good, they weren't that good.
- "You don't look it. Gods! Have you seen yourself?! You
- look as if you've been chewed up and spat out!" He hissed and
- scowled at the trooper. "What do you want, anyway?"
- Chenuk nervously hung his head. "Sir, has there been
- news about the. . . about the fugitives?"
- The Watchkeeper blinked in disbelief. "You hunted me
- down just for that?! Youngling, I think you've got your priorities
- in a tangle."
- "I don't..." Chenuk began to defend himself, then
- bowed to his commander. "Yessir."
- "Huh!" Nerfith slipped a finger under a strap on a
- cannon to scratch while he stared at Chenuk. "Take my
- advice," he said. "Forget about that thing. You're going to get
- yourself killed chasing after something like that."
- Chenuk's fur began to bristle, his ruff billowing up
- around his neck. "Sir, it killed my section. Wiped them out. It's
- maimed me for life!" He stopped and took control of his anger
- before speaking again. "You never saw what it did to the priest,
- did you. It took his mind!"
- "I saw," Nerfith said. "I saw. He's babbling about
- skies filled with stars."
- "You see?! It's too dangerous! And what if it decides
- to help the northerners? Gods! We had it cornered and it still
- walked away. Can we leave it running loose?!"
- "But it ran. It was afraid of us. We captured it once..."
- "We were lucky!" Chenuk insisted, brandishing his
- clawed fingers before his new commander. "The Gods were on our
- side once. Who can say what they'll do next time. Do you have
- any idea what that thing can do?! It had a helmet that let it see
- through walls! If it was prepared for us..."
- "I think you're overestimating this thing, soldier,"
- Nerfith growled, reminding Chenuk of their relative ranks. His
- fur flattened and he stepped away. "Anyway, we'll soon know."
- "What?"Chenuk's pupils snapped to startled black
- squares.
- "They've been spotted," Nerfith explained. "There're at
- least twenty battlegroups and several more cavalry units moving
- in on them. We'll see just what we're up against."
- "Huh!" Chenuk rubbed his injured arm. "Twenty
- battlegroups, Sir?"
- "Yes,"Nerfith grinned reassuringly."Enough to tear
- a garrison to shreds."
- Chenuk grinned also, but if he had been able, his ears
- would have been plastered back. Enough to shred a garrison,
- yeah. But is it enough?
- --\o/--
- Even to Sekher's untrained ear the grinding and
- grating sounds from the left centre wheel sounded wrong. When
- that noise turned to a permeating shuddering felt through the
- huge vehicle's body he was convinced that something was amiss.
- Finally the creature snarled, slammed a fist against the
- framework above its head, and the vehicle slowed so abruptly that
- the Drifting Chaiila was tumbled to the floor.
- Seen by the light of day the exterior of the vehicle was
- even more battered than the interior. The underbelly was scored
- and scarred, the matt white paint scratched away to bare shining
- metal. Slung beneath the nose was a cluster of glass lenses, some
- the size of Sekher's head. The rear of the thing was a vertical face
- with what may have been doors set in it. There were more of the
- lenses there also, more set into the stubby extrusion of metals
- perched atop the vehicle.
- The creature was buried beneath the complex joint where
- the troubled wheel attached to the leg, only its legs and waist
- protruding. Metallic clanking sounds, occasionally punctuated
- by a frustrated snarl, sounded from under the narrow space and
- every so often it would throw out a gleaming metal tool and grope
- after another one.
- Leaning against the left front wheel Sekher watched
- the hairless hand fumbling after another tool. It latched onto
- something resembling a bottle with a handle, drew it out of
- sight. The whining noises that followed laid Sekher's ears back.
- Some strange sight they must be: a six legged
- contraption that more resembled some outlandish animal than a
- vehicle sitting in the middle of the heat-browned grasslands. He
- looked out over the gently rolling hills with their ever-shifting
- kaleidoscoping of light and shades of gold as clouds scudded
- across the face of the lightbringer. Gods, the plains were restful
- to his eyes. How could anyone tolerate living in the mountains?
- All those vertical lines...
- "Think it can fix it?" Chaiila vaulted up to squat on the
- wheel beside him. She curiously fingered the patterns worked into
- the surface.
- "Ask it," Sekher shrugged. "I've no idea."
- "Huh," Chaiila cocked her head at the creature's legs.
- "We should've grabbed some shen. They don't fall apart."
- Sekher yipped his amusement. "True...but I doubt we
- would have made it very far."
- There was another clatter from beneath the vehicle, a
- loud yelp, and the creature hauled itself out shaking its hand
- and growling. Chaiila smirked. The creature glanced at both
- the Trenalbi, rumbled at them, then stuck a tool into a receptacle
- in the wheel housing, gave it a sharp twist and lifted away a panel.
- For a heartbeat it stared, then gave a bellowing roar that rang
- across the plains. Reaching into the hole it tore out a handful of
- scratchbush and hurled it aside, then another, and another. The
- tough, wiry strands of the plants were pulped and torn.
- Sekher ventured a peek into the hole. Inside a
- complex network of curved metal plates surrounded what could
- have been an axle wrapped around with thick cables. And the
- whole assembly was jammed solid with scratchbush.
- --\o/--
- Sekher crouched low in the grass behind the crest of
- the hill, nostrtils working as he tasted the scent of the Longrazers
- being wafted down to him on the breeze. It was a sizable herd,
- the females and young encircled by the males. The patriarch
- circled the herd, cropping at the grasses, pausing to raise its
- head and test the wind. Slowly Sekher surveyed the
- surrounding land. Where was...Ah, there!
- Chaiila's dark fur was very visible against the gold of the
- grasslands as she circled wide of the herd, moving upwind.
- Sekher's tail lashed and his leg muscles bunched as he readied
- himself.
- Chaiila was up, moving slowly at first, then breaking into
- a sprint. Squeals of alarm rose from the herd and immediately they
- began to move, the females running from the threat while the
- males fell in behind them. The patriarch lowered his triple horns
- and charged at Chaiila who dodged and circled to head off the
- rest of the herd and drive them towards Sekher.
- As the herd passed the foot of the hill he kicked off, felt
- grass and earth slipping beneath his feet. He stumbled and caught
- himself by going to all fours, silently cursing his lack of claws as
- he angled himself to intercept the herd. Already they were
- reacting to his abrupt appearance, swerving away, but he had a
- calf singled out. The breath was burning in his chest, his
- muscles singing in exhilaration as he dodged a female who feinted
- at him, eyes rolling. His feet skittered but again he caught
- himself, threw himself forward. The calf was separated from the
- herd, dodging wildly as it sought an opening to rejoin its
- kindred. And Sekher felt his legs begin to fail and saw the calf
- begin to pull away until it made a mistake and turned the wrong
- way.
- Sekher hit it hard and felt the rough bristles of its hide
- scouring his own furless skin. It stumbled as he caught its neck,
- his clawless fingers slipping, then it was free again and he only
- just managed to catch its tail, dodged its kick, then tackle it and
- bring it to the ground. A blunt-clawed hoof hit him in the
- stomach, knocking the breath out of his body. He twisted and
- was on its back, the nape of its neck between his jaws and the
- taste of its sweat bitter in his mouth. He bit, hard, the muscles in
- his jaws and neck bunching and flexing.
- There was a crackling snapping sound. Blood flowed
- hot and tangy. The calf thrashed for a while then was still.
- Slowly Sekher disengaged his teeth, licked his muzzle
- clean of blood, then sank back panting hard.
- Chaiila was lazing nearby, sprawled in the warmth of
- the Lightbringer. "You could have put a claw in there," he
- said, levelling a finger at her.
- "Clumsy," she criticized. "You almost lost it there."
- "Like to see you do better," he growled.
- "Sure," she yawned and rolled. "When we get to the
- forests I'll show you some real hunting. At least we've got some
- food now."
- Sekher eyes the carcass, already beginning to salivate
- at the thought of warm flesh. "Huh! It's been a long time."
- "Prison food's not what it used to be, eh?" She flicked
- a smile at him and Sekher became overwhelmingly aware of her. . .
- her something. He felt a pang, a lurch, like fear, yet like nothing
- he'd ever felt before. It left him gaping and confused.
- "You alright?" Chaiila was staring at him warily, as if
- she expected him to come at her.
- "Ah. . . Yah," he blinked and rubbed his eyes. "Just
- worn out. Let's get this cleaned out and carted back."
- Chaiila gave him another glance before producing a knife
- and setting down to skinning and gutting the calf.
- It was an awkward weight to juggle between them, but
- the two Trenalbi managed to haul the choicest parts of a carcass
- that must have weighed as much as the pair of them the not-
- soinconsiderable distance back to the creature's vehicle.
- Nersi was at the creature's side, watching over its
- shoulder as it cleared scratchbush from the works of the vehicle.
- From somewhere it had cobbled together a crutch to take the
- weight off her gamy leg. She turned at their hail and tapped the
- creature's shoulder. It jumped, banging its head on the lip of the
- hatch it was half-buried in.
- "Looks like it's almost finished," Chaiila observed.
- Sekher swallowed his mouthful. "About time. I wonder if
- that happens often." He took another bite of liver. Gods, raw and
- still warm as it went down his throat. He hadn't tasted anything
- so good in. . . it seemed like eternity.
- "It's not much for a daemon, is it?"
- "How's that?"
- "Your creature. Daemon, whatever. Look at it! It's
- clumsy. It bangs its head, it makes mistakes. It's more like a
- hideously deformed Trenalbi than a Godsend." She punctuated
- that by tearing a chunk from her liver and masticating noisily.
- "I had noticed," Sekher reluctantly admitted.
- Chaiila chuckled. "Hmmm...It must be tough to discover
- your ironbearing earth is just coloured clay."
- "Huh! It saved our tails."
- She glanced pointedly at his shaved member. "Well,
- most of them anyway."
- With a sniff he hitched up the strap that supported
- the haunches strung about his neck and pretended to ignore that
- cut to his shaved pride.
- Nersi had come to meet them halfway, hop-swinging on
- her single crutch. "Hai!" she greeted them with a smile that turned
- to a glistening grin at the scent of the meat. "The mighty
- hunters return. Not a bad catch I see."
- Chaiila frowned. "You sure you should be walking on
- that leg?"
- Nersi's ears twitched. "Perhaps I should walk on my
- hands?"
- "Nersi!"
- "Sorry," she grinned again. "Don't worry. It's fine.
- That thing replaced the bandage. I can hardly feel it. Say, you
- going to eat all that?"
- Chaiila snorted and tossed her cousin the remnants of
- the liver. Nersi adroitly plucked it from the air. "Thanks." She took
- a eager bite.
- "You know," she continued from around a noisy
- mouthful. "We should find something to call it."
- "Call what?" Sekher asked. They began moving back
- to the vehicle, slowly; mindful of Nersi's handicap.
- "Your creature," she said, pointing with her free hand
- still clutching a gobbet of meat. "We can't just keep calling it
- 'Your Creature'."
- "Alright," Sekher said. "Any suggestions?"
- Nersi lowered her eyes: "I had thought, Seth'Nai."
- "Pale Walker," Chaiila mused, then laughed in delight.
- "How apt."
- Sekher thought about it. "Sounds good to me."
- Nersi's ears flicked and she called to the creature who
- awaited them. "Hai! They like it! You've got a name, Seth'Nai!"
- And Seth'Nai cocked its head to one side and blinked at
- her, then without taking its eyes from them slammed the hatch
- over the complex workings it'd been cleaning out. Sekher
- realised it wasn't as much staring at them as at the burden they
- carried. "Hungry?" he asked, and tossed it the remainder of the
- liver. It caught the dripping chunk of flesh, stared at it for a
- second, then gave a yelp and dropped it, shaking its hands as
- though burnt.
- The Trenalbi stared in confusion.
- "Is there something wrong with the meat?" Nersi asked.
- "Didn't taste out of the ordinary," Chaiila responded,
- licking her bloodstained muzzle.
- The creature was wide-eyed, its eyes flicking from the
- meat to the Trenalbi.
- "I don't think it likes meat," observed Sekher.
- "Huh!" Chaiila scooped up the dropped piece of kidney,
- shook it off, then offered it again. "I think you're right, Che," she
- said as the creature flinched away again. "Your Gods' - shaved
- monster's a plant eater!" Her barking laughter rang across the
- veldts.
- --\o/--
- Well, whatever Seth'Nai did to the wheels worked. . . for
- about forty kilopaces before the grating noises turned to sparks
- and smoke.
- The creature had taken one look at the damage and
- slammed the hatch on it in disgust, not even attempting to repair
- it. Perhaps it couldn't, Sekher pondered. So, even this Seth'Nai
- had its limits.
- It couldn't fix it, but the vehicle still had five spares. The
- entire wheel was drawn up on its leg and tucked out of the way.
- The loss of a single wheel didn't appear to hinder it, but the other
- wheels still complained and it wasn't too much longer before the
- right front wheel screamed and died.
- "One more to go," Chaiila grumbled as that wheel was
- tucked up to join the other." I for one don't want to see if thing
- can manage on three legs. I think I'd prefer to walk.
- "And you," she continued, studying Sekher, "are
- starting to look like a boiled Ballfruit."
- Sekher scratched uncomfortably with the stubs of his
- claws. He itched. All exposed skin was red and tender, especially
- around the shoulders and neck. He could feel the hard nubs of
- fur beginning to sprout through, but it was slow! so slow! And
- still his skin felt as though it were burning.
- So he'd stripped off his chafing armour and cloak and
- scratched until even his clawless fingers drew blood. When
- Seth'Nai noticed his condition he produced a hooded poncho
- made from some flexible silvery substance that could almost have
- been called cloth, save that it had no weave whatsoever. It was
- as light as air and chafed his hide not the slightest. Of course he
- still itched, but beneath the cool caress of the poncho it was
- tolerable.
- When the fourth wheel expired Chaiila did indeed learn
- that the vehicle could cope on three. Not very effectively: their
- speed was more than halved, but still they made far better time
- than they possibly could have done walking.
- --\o/--
- At first the Red River valley was a blemish across the
- nearflat horizon to the north, growing clearer and more defined
- as they approached. The terrain slowly changed, the rolling hills
- giving way to coarser arroyo and gullies, steeper and higher
- hills and ridges, broken by the passage of water, whilst the low
- grasses and coarse Scratchbush surrendered to Spiralleaf
- bushes, Arrowstems, Scellerian trees and other flora unable to
- compete with the Scratchbush when it came to thriving in drier
- environs. Stonewood trees marched along ridgetops, their
- extensive roots matting the cliff where rock had sheered away in
- a slip. The thick undergrowth was alive with small animals,
- insects, and flyers of every description.
- Sekher started as a Meneri skitered away through the
- bush. it was all to easy to imagine one saw the gleam of metal as
- Rim troops lurked in ambush. That could be awkward. Progress
- through this rough land was slow and if there was a trail they
- hadn't found it, instead making their way cross-country, skirting
- large obstacles, crushing smaller ones.
- And - as Chaiila observed - leaving a trail obvious
- enough for a blind, mentally-deficient cripple to follow.
- There was a lurch and Sekher reflexively grabbed for
- a handhold, bouncing against the restraining straps
- the cre...Seth'Nai had made them don. Like some six-
- legged behemoth the vehicle was using its damaged wheels as
- feet to step down into a tributary. Water churned as Seth'Nai
- turned the vehicle and guided it downstream.
- "You're sure this is the Red River?" he asked Chaiila.
- "Of course! We came this way when we followed you.
- Further east though, to avoid the Rim patrols. I think this way is
- a little faster - you don't have to cross the Munsk and Plague
- rivers as well - but we do come pretty close to some garrison
- towns."
- "How close is 'close'?"
- "Not less than twenty kilopaces. We can be there and
- gone before they get a glimpse of us."
- "You'd better pray it's so," Sekher muttered. "There is
- a crossing?"
- "Uh-huh. At this time of year there is, an easy one. Split
- Forks I believe it's called. There are the ruins of an old town
- around here somewhere, named after the forks. Some of the
- Trenalbi around here say they're inhabited by ghosts and
- demons. We should stop off and let your friend up front go
- visit its relations."
- She laughed then, her barks ringing among the trees.
- Sekher snorted, grabbing for another handhold as the
- vehicle stepped down a small waterfall. In a flurry of leaves and
- wings, flyers exploded from the crest of a hill, making Sekher
- glance up.
- He froze, horror melting across his face.
- "Oh, Gods, no!" he croaked, then: "DOWN!"
- He lunged for Chaiila's arm and tried to pull her to the
- floor and the straps stuck and held her back and he was fumbling
- with the release when the archers on the hill fired and there was a
- searing pain across his cheek and quarrels clattered into the
- cabin.
- The vehicle surged forward, the three operative
- wheels scrabbling for a purchase on the stream bed, spraying
- showers of water everywhere. Low branches whipped against
- the cabin framework, breaking off with loud retorts, showering
- them with a debris of leaves and sticks. Ahead another group of
- Rim troopers appeared, scattering as the behemoth tore through
- their group, but still a couple loosed shots. Seth'Nai gave a grunt
- as a bolt struck it square in the chest, failing to penetrate the tunic
- but evidently scaring the fur off the creature.
- Howls of rage faded behind them.
- "Gods!" Sekher gasped. "Gods! How...Where'd they
- come from?!"
- "They were waiting," Chaiila snarled, rubbernecking
- wildly, her sword in hand for all the good it would do her. "I think
- we've lost them though."
- "Mother, they KNEW!" Sekher howled.
- "Their thrice-cursed heliographs," said Chaiila, glancing
- at him, then blurted, "Che! You've been hit!"
- "Huh?" He touched his cheek, inspected fingers stained
- dark purple. "Oh...Just a scratch."
- She was about to speak when the trees around them
- rapidly thinned to low scrub, then even that vanished into a
- panorama of open space and cloud-stippled azure skies. Before
- them stretched the river flood plain: kilopaces across, it was a vast
- stretch of rock-strewn ground which in the flood seasons
- would be underwater. Now, in the heat of the dry season, it
- was a baren expanse of river-carried stones, cracked, dotted
- with the miniature plateaus of beached islands. The river at its
- current level was a ribbon of polished steel glittering in the glare
- of the Lightbringer.
- For a second the vehicle was airborne, plunging over a
- short drop down to the dried riverbed and impacting in
- fragments of pulverised rock and metallic screams as damaged
- systems were taxed to the limit. The Trenalbi were bounced
- against their straps like seeds in a rattle, Sekher's teeth clattering
- in his head. Then they were accelerating across the flood
- plain, pulverised rock rising in a cloud behind them.
- Sekher stuck his head out, squinting into the wind and
- dust and twisting to see behind them. From the receding treeline,
- like a tide flowing between rocks, Soldiers were emerging,
- several squads of light cavalry and infantry.
- But there they stopped, lining up along the bank, not
- making any effort to pursue. Waiting, as if reluctant to pursue.
- But fear had nothing to do with their recalcitrance. It
- was the creature who saw them first, then Nersi. Her whimper
- drew the attention of the other Trenalbi and they also looked
- forward.
- Beyond the river was a solid wall of soldiery,
- completely blockading the ford. Water glittered like molten silver,
- churned to spray by the hooves of shen as battlegroup after
- battlegroup of heavy cavalry crossed the river to form skirmish
- lines. Light seige engines and field artillery bulked behind the
- infantry, crews crouched at their weapons.
- "This," Chaiila pronounced, "does NOT look good."
- "You have a gift for understatement," Sekher snarled
- back, shouting above the noise of the wind as the vehicle
- slewed, scattering rocks the size of skulls before halting.
- Frantically Seth'Nai looked around.
- "We can still run!" Sekher growled, his skin breaking
- out in tiny bumps as nonexistant fur attempted to bristle. "We can
- run!"
- "How far?" Chaiila quietly asked. "That wheel isn't
- going to last."
- For pounding heartbeats they were silent, able to
- hear distant battlecries, clashing of swords upon shields, the
- harvesting of courage. They couldn't run. The vehicle wouldn't
- last. On foot they wouldn't make it a hundred paces before
- outriders ran them down. Perhaps Seth'nai could get away, but on
- foot against so many battlegroups? Sekher had seen it bleed, so
- could it die?
- What about its weapons, the ones it had used against
- the palace? Why didn't it use those? Sekher kept expecting his
- creature to do something, anything, to pull some trick out of the
- ether to save their hides.
- But it sagged, slumped and stared at the ranks of the
- Rim soldiery.
- "Hai," Sekher leaned forward to touch it and it flinched
- at his hand on its arm. Those impossible stone-grey eyes met
- Sekher's and the young male knew: Gods, it's as scared as the
- rest of us! It in turn gently touched Nersi's shoulder, smoothing
- the tangled fur, then it returned to its little lights and squares,
- growling at its wrist as though arguing with a piece of
- ironmongery.
- "Hai! We just SIT here?!" protested Chaiila. "What's
- it DOING?!"
- Whatever it was doing, it was doing it hastily. Pale
- fingers flew across grids of tiny squares while it kept up a
- continuous rumbling in a pattern that locked and interlocked
- with similar noises from the machine. WAS it talking? Was
- there another creature in the machine? Barely pausing in its
- work it reached down to pull out a worn blue floppy bag of an
- odd tubular design that it tossed back to Sekher. Solid-seeming
- metal at his side slid aside, revealing stacks of boxes and packets
- and indefinable objects of a multitude of materials and designs.
- "Fill it?" Sekher asked, shaking the bag. The creature made no
- sign that it had heard, once again running a forefinger across
- lights with growing speed. Sekher hissed and began
- shovelling handfulls of paraphernalia into the carrysack.
- With a whine the vehicle came back to life, turning in a
- cloud of dust and moving slowly toward the river and Rim
- ambush. Hidden mechanisms hissed and the cabin lowered,
- the canopy clanged and swung partway open. Seth'Nai snapped
- its harness, gesturing frantically to the Trenalbi until they
- followed suit, then it caught Nersi, all but threw her out, and
- jumped after her.
- Sekher glanced at Chaiila - stunned - then clutched the
- bag to his chest and scrambled to follow.
- He hit the ground hard, rolled, and ducked his head,
- trying to burrow into the dirt and rocks as the massive,
- scarred underbelly of the vehicle rumbled overhead, wheels on
- either side kicking out slivers of smashed stones that stung
- against Sekher's skin. Then it was past and he looked around.
- Chaiila. . . yes, she'd followed and was even now picking herself
- up. The creature was on its feet, helping Nersi whose leg had
- gone again. He grabbed the bag and scrambled to his feet.
- "I'm going to rip its throat out with my teeth!" Chaiila
- snarled to Sekher, spitting rock dust. Together they half-ran
- half-limped to where the creature was beckoning them, urging
- them to follow.
- Already the vehicle was halfway to the river, throwing
- up a cloud of dust. Sekher could hear it venting a wailing cry,
- red and orange lights strobing on its upper deck. The Rim troops
- were hesitating, their ranks beginning to falter as the mass of
- white metal bore down upon them. Ahead was the creature,
- leading them, half-carrying Nersi. On the river bank the Rim
- troops were still hesitating, unsure what to do in the light of
- their quarry abruptly running back toward them. Slowly their
- cavalry moved forward, their shen picking their way down the
- eroded riverbank onto the floodplain.
- Seth'Nai stumbled, then changed tack, angling for a pile
- of boulders - massive water-torn things the height of two
- Trenalbi that would form a tiny island unto themselves when
- the floodwaters submerged this plain. That, Sekher thought
- in disbelief, was where it planned to make a final stand?!
- Nevertheless he followed, stones punishing against his
- tough foot pads, the silvery cloak of daemonthread threatening
- to tangle his legs, the breath rushing in his lungs. Around the far
- side of the rock it led them, throwing anxious glances at the
- approaching Rim cavalry and motioning frantically with its hands.
- "Now! You furless freak!" Chaiila snarled at it,
- breathless. "I have about had enough! Nersi! Are you alright?"
- she knelt by her cousin.
- With a growl the creature seized Sekher, throwing him
- down, then caught at Chaiila. She snarled and twisted and
- slashed and the creature cried out as parallel red lines crossed a
- cheek, then it bodily flung itself at her. Again her claws caught
- it, drawing more blood before its weight bore her to the ground,
- atop Sekher and Nersi with an impact that knocked the breath
- from Sekher's lungs. Chaiila struggled, the creature swung a fist
- that rocked her head back, shutting her jaw with a hollow 'clop'
- and spread itself out, trying to cover the Trenalbi with...
- The world flared white.
- A light to beggar the Lightbringer washed across
- the landscape. For the briefest instant the world was a
- bleached tapestry. A wave of heat seared Sekher's face, lungs,
- skin, causing him to cry out, fling an arm across his face. That cry
- tried to turn to a scream when a sound, a solid wall of sound
- smashed into him, tearing away his breath, catching him up,
- hurling him in a wave of fire - glimpses of trees bursting in flame
- - then an impact that...
- --\o/--
- He ached.
- He hurt.
- There was a dull, warm taste in his mouth.
- He moved an arm, clenched a hand: pain.
- "Gods."
- It wasn't really a coherent word. Rather it was a croak,
- barely audible.
- "Che! Hai! Che, you alright?"
- Hands touched him, fluttering and uncertain. He
- groaned again and spat blood before cracking an eye open.
- Chaiila was looming over him. "So," he rasped, "We dead?"
- "What?" she was momentarily taken aback, then
- laughed, "No. Oh Gods no!"
- "Oh," he grimaced. "I feel like it."
- He tried moving then. Muscles protested as he sat,
- but nothing seemed broken. His cloak was gone and it was a
- while before he realised he was laying on it. The stubble of his
- fur was curled, as though by heat, some of it crumbling away as
- he brushed a hand across his stomach. His skin burned
- anew. Chaiila's face was swollen, an eye almost shut, also her pelt
- was curled and crisped at the edges. They were both covered
- with a fine sprinkling of dust and dirt and pale ash.
- "Copulation! What happened? That light...Where's
- Nersi? The Rimmers..."
- "Calm," Chaiila interrupted. "Nersi's fine. She's over
- there, seeing to your. . . daemon."
- "My. . . " Sekher turned to see Nersi beside a prone
- figure in white, then he saw what lay around them and gaped in
- dumb shock.
- Trees were still burning, throwing a pall of smoke high
- into the air to mingle with the cloud that lay over the whole river
- valley. Tumbled lumps, still smoking, were all that remained of
- rim troopers, while here and there wandered stunned and burned
- shen, whining in pain. Somehow Sekher found his feet and
- stumbled over to their protecting boulders. The scene beyond
- was beyond comprehension.
- The river was damned, slowly filling a circular lake three
- hundred paces across. Around that the ground was scorched
- black. There was hardly enough left of the Rim ambush to make
- charred lumps on the ground. Smoke rose in stately columns from
- the seige engines. Sekher could see a few survivors moving, a
- very few. If there were more they had since departed.
- The Red river was running true to color.
- Already carrion hunters were appearing on the
- scene. Graceful black and red-crested Spearflyers were
- circling overhead, twisting in the air as they wound spirals lower
- and lower to the burnt carcasses strewn along the river. Their
- clacking and screaming arguments often exploding in a flurry of
- fur and torn wing membranes.
- An area of over a kilopace in radius. Destroyed.
- Levelled. Annihilated.
- Sekher collapsed against the cool granite, not willing to
- believe what his eyes had just seen.
- "You were right," said Chaiila softly. "It is a demon."
- Seth'Nai, their daemon, was sprawled in a loose tangle of limbs,
- unmoving. Whatever it had loosed upon the Rim forces wasn't
- selective. Nersi sat beside it, touching the head with its long
- strands of fur.
- "It's alive?" asked Sekher.
- "I...think so," she replied uncertainly. "Its. . . pulse is
- hard to find."
- Sekher knelt and put his muzzle near the creature's face.
- He could feel breath against his nose. So, it WAS still alive. He
- sat back and studied it. The scratches down its cheek were caked
- with dirt and scarlet blood was smeared across its features.
- Nersi dabbed at the blood with a scrap of cloth, exercising a
- tenderness that disturbed Sekher. "You're too rash, cousin," she
- admonished Chaiila. "It was trying to help you."
- "How was I to know," grumbled Chaiila. "It. . . it
- TOUCHED me!" She sounded - Sekher marvelled - almost
- insulted.
- "It saved your tail," Nersi corrected.
- "Huh!" was the dark female's reply. "I don't suppose you
- want to leave it?"
- Nersi glared.
- "Just a thought," Chaiila hastily reassured her
- cousin. "Anyhows, we're on foot now. . . with a wounded
- daemon to boot. I suggest we perhaps start moving
- downstream, find somewhere to 'borrow' some shen. First
- though," she sighed, "we try to get THIS sorted out."
- In its effort to shield them the creature had taken the
- brunt of the blast. Nearly ten bodylengths it had been hurled,
- bouncing off rocks not doing it the least of good. While Chaiila
- went off to see if she could scavenge some weapons, supplies, or
- even transport, Sekher and Nersi settled Seth'Nai out and did
- their best to check for broken. . . whatever it had. The creature's
- garments hampered their efforts, but there was no apparent way
- to remove them. The limbs felt strange, the joints. . . wrong, but
- as best they could determine there was nothing broken. Nersi
- produced a torn black cloak that they wrapped the creature in.
- The Lightbringer was gone beyond the distant
- Ramparts, the Daughters high in the night sky casting bluish
- light across the landscape. Three of the Guards moved in their
- slow, stately climb almost directly above them. On the assent; it
- was still early. Was that where his creature had come from? The
- Guards? It made sense of a sort, he supposed.
- To the north the Hole, the bottom of the Well, was a
- vast disk of white specks that shimmered and twinkled, numbers
- too great to count in three days. The spirits of those who had
- passed. There would be a few hundred more lights there this
- night, Sekher mused.
- A cloud drifted across the Hole and Sekher sighed,
- his breath glittering in the air. Gods but the temperature dropped
- at night on the plains! He pulled the smooth folds of his cloak
- closer and lolled his head to look at the pale face of the
- creature, pale like the faces of the daughters.
- "Nersi,"he said as they both watched the pale
- features,"Why did you do this? Come with Chaiila? You aren't
- Small Guard, are you."
- She scratched her neck, then gave a rueful smile and
- began grooming the tip of her tail."No, not me. When we
- evacuated the city I came with her. She was sworn to look after
- me, an honourbond, but she also had to find you. I came along to
- help her. To tell the truth, I was looking forward to meeting the
- male who got her so..."
- Sekher cocked his head, puzzled.
- "Who saved her life," Nersi finished rather lamely,
- ears drooping. In the awkward silence that followed she
- dampened a cloth with saliva and dabbed at the blood drying
- on the creature's face. It stirred, recoiled from the female's
- touch with a yelp, eyes snapping wide open and fingers
- clenching into fists.
- "Calm! Calm!" Nersi urged, patting its arm. And calm it
- did, blinking at her and Sekher while its breathing slowed.
- "Good, good. It's alright," Nersi crooned.
- "Gods," Sekher spat in disbelief. "It totally destroys a
- few hundred troops and rearranges part of a river, and you treat
- it like a lap-pet!"
- "Try kindness," she growled back at him. "Perhaps it
- can understand that."
- "Understand what?"
- Chaiila stepped into their mids with an armfull of sharp
- edges and other clutter. She glanced at the creature. "Oh, awake
- now, is it. Here," she dumped the assorted ironmongery on the
- rocks with a racket that sounded like a suit of armour falling
- down a staircase. "Take your pick. It's like a noble's armoury out
- there."
- "You went a little...over the top, didn't you?" Sekher
- observed, eyeing the pile. Chaiila had scrounged everything from
- bronze swords down to little daggers and bladebreakers.
- She gave a negligent toss of her hand. "Take what you
- can use. We chuck the rest. There's enough stuff lying around
- out there to equip an army."
- "It was," Nersi reminded her.
- "Huh! Well, some of it was was melted anyhow. Bows
- were ruined."
- "Any food?" Sekher asked.
- She grinned, running her tongue over
- sharp teeth: "Plenty."From a piece of scorched cloak
- doubling as a sack she pulled pieces of shen haunch.
- "Tough," she confessed, "and overdone, but scrape off the
- char and underneath they'll be fine."
- "Shen. . . meat!" Nersi bit each word off, then spat it
- out. "That stuff is. . . Gods, even the Wharf Taverns didn't stock
- that!"
- "It's edible," Chaiila said. "And we don't have time to
- be hunting down a five-course banquet. Someone's going to
- come to see what happened. Can your Seth'Nai travel?"
- The creature in question had produced its water flask,
- drank deeply, then passed it on to Nersi and Sekher. After a
- moments deliberation it tossed it at Chaiila and clambered to its
- feet; somewhat unsteadily. She glanced once at the flask.
- "Thanks. I'm not thirsty."
- When she threw it back, it was harder than need be.
- Seth'Nai caught it against its chest then tucked it away into
- the concealed pocket on its side; slowly and deliberately, as
- though hurting. Sekher wondered whether perhaps it had come
- out of that blast worse than he had.
- "It can walk," he said. "I don't know how far..."
- "Doesn't matter. We can find a settlement and buy
- some transport."
- "You've got money?"
- Chaiila hefted a bulging pouch that hung from her belt.
- It rattled when she shook it. "Have now."
- "You looted..."
- "Their bodies were ash," Chaiila stilled Nersi's
- outburst. "They had no need of it. I suggest you take what you
- think you may need, and we'll get moving."
- Sekher picked up a leaf-shaped shortsword. It was a
- simple weapon, standard issue, but it was steel, with half-way
- decent heft. He sighed, wishing for the superb craftsmanship and
- balance of his Sher'ae blade, but that was gone forever. To
- supplement the shortsword, instead of a shield, he took a
- small bladebreaker; also steel. Nersi took a second
- shortsword while Chaiila had already found her weapon: a long,
- straight, wellforged steel cavalry blade - doubtless officer issue -
- settled across her back in its harness.
- "Hai,Che!" she called. "You going to wear that?" she
- asked, eyeing the silver poncho.
- He looked down. The moonlight made the material flare
- icy blue. "A bit conspicuous, huh?"
- "Like shit in a soupbowl." She tossed him the battered
- old cloak Seth'Nai had been using for a blanket."Try that."
- The coarse weave promised to chafe, so he donned it
- over the daemoncloth. It wasn't too hot: the wind still wound up
- under his clothing, crawling across his naked skin with cold
- tendrils. He shuddered and shook his head. To be naked-skined
- all the time, how could anyone live like that. He cast a sidelong
- glance at Seth'Nai and inwardly hissed in disbelief.
- So much power in such an ugly shell. The paths of the
- Gods are twisted indeed.
- And when Chaiila wanted to head east...
- "Haahhrrrr!" Chaiila snarled, her ruff whipping about as
- she tossed her head, baring teeth at the creature that blocked
- her path. It hastily backed off and she swung her attentions to
- the other trenalbi: "CHE! What does it want!"
- "I don't think it wants us to go east," he said, half
- amused at the thing's efforts to stop the stubborn female. It
- continually caught at her arm, was shaken off and forced to turn
- to the other Trenalbi before returning to her.
- "Well, where would it have us go?" Chaiila demanded.
- "West, I think," Nersi said. She got the things attention
- and pointed West. It bobbed its head furiously and tugged at
- her hand.
- Chaiila went very quiet, sucking air in a low hiss,
- Without another word she spun about and continued east.
- Seth'Nai caught her arm again.
- "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Chaiila howled and a dagger
- was in her hand.
- For a second the creature stared, then its face
- darkened, lips drew back from small, square teeth and it roared
- back. Smoothly it sank into a crouch, right side toward the
- female, arms up at odd angles.
- "Chaiila! Don't!" Nersi urged her cousin.
- But Chaiila's head went back, ears lowered as she
- recognised a challenge. Not male to male, nor female to female. .
- . it was female to an unknown. At first she hesitated, then moved
- forward in a gracefull standard Rain opening: jab, jab, claw, spin
- kick.
- Which the creature all blocked just as effortlessly.
- Chaiila hesitated then floated into more patterns: Light, Wind,
- Thunder, and Storm. All the the creature somehow batted aside
- before redirecting Chaiila's blade, seizing her arm, and twisting.
- She howled in pain. The dagger spun away in a glitter of
- moonlight on metal to clatter on riverbed rock. Chaiila twisted
- free and tried to dart past to recover the weapon. The creature
- caught her by the ruff and hooked a leg behind her knee. She
- yelped as she fell, landed hard on the rocky grund, then was
- lying staring up at the creature's grinning face, its hand poised
- above her throat. Sekher could see both were panting, the puffs
- of breath mingling then dissipating in the night air.
- It wouldn't kill her? would it?
- "Chaiila!" Nersi called. "Don't be a fool."
- Slowly, Chaiila closed her eyes and laid her head back,
- exposing her neck. After tense heartbeats the creature lowered
- its hand and smoothed patches of her rumpled fur before
- standing; somewhat stiffly and with a hand pressed against its
- side. Chaiila stared up at it, then let out a deep breath and sat
- up: "Alright, alright. We go west."
- -
- --\o/--
- -
- Morninglight found the skies as grey as stone, a carpet
- of mist spread across the landscape. Through this the river cut a
- clean path. A flight of Broadwings skimmed the surface of the
- water. Low hills crested with trees poked from the fog like
- islands and a village - just a cluster of huts really - floated in the
- white carpet, smoke from early fires trickling from chimneys.
- Sekher gave the scene a last look, then turned his back
- and pushed his way further back into the copse. The females
- and Seth'Nai awaited him. Both females were wearing the best
- cloaks and carrying the bags, trying to look as much like
- legitimate travellers as possible. Chaiila was chewing on a strip of
- shen. She swallowed hard when she saw Sekher. "Well, we're
- ready."
- He eyed the pair of them. Two females, travelling
- alone. That may bring a few questions. He hoped Chaiila was
- capable of some verbal fencing.
- "You sure you want to go?"he asked.
- Chaiila snorted and hitched the daemon's carrybag
- across her back. If asked, it was a. . . well an article of
- northern craftsmanship. They produced some exotic weaving.
- "Well, Che. You and your friend there could go, but
- don't you think a shaved male and something from a torturer's
- nightmare may attract. . . attention?"
- "I know, I know!" he growled, batting at her arm."Go
- on, get moving."
- She grinned at him, then slashed her own hand, her
- claws scratching lightly across Sekher's chest. He shivered as a
- shock ran through him, his skin pebbling as his fur tried to
- stand upright. Nersi made a choked sound.
- "Come on," Chaiila beckoned her cousin, and flashed
- Sekher a final grin as they vanished into the bushes. The creature
- started to follow them then hesitated.
- "No," Sekher told it. "We wait."
- It stared at him, after the females, then back at him, but
- when Sekher flopped down in a patch of morning sun it
- awkwardly lowered itself to sit nearby. Sekher paid it little heed:
- he was still twitching from that feeling her claws raised. He
- didn't understand it.
- It scared him.
- --\o/--
- The guards snapped to attention and held the door
- open for him as he strode into the corridor. Apprehensive, Nerfith
- ignored them as he patted smoothed the pleats in his kilt, then
- entered Kissaki's offices.
- There were already Trenalbi waiting. He recognized
- the priest: the high-ranking one who had been here when
- Kissaki ordered the fugitives intercepted, the liason to the
- Temple. Nerfith was tempted to ask if the priest knew what this
- was about, then decided that Kissaki would reveal all.
- Possibly the Lord wanted a progress report on the
- reconstruction of the palace roof. Then why get a report from a
- scribe? And why would that involve a priest?
- No, something more drastic. He strongly suspected it
- was to do with the fugitives who'd wreaked so much havoc
- those nights ago.
- Nerfith's speculations were dispelled when another
- door opened and Kissaki stepped through. Immediately the
- officer stiffened and stood before the Lord's desk whilst he
- seated himself. The priests didn't budge.
- Inwardly the Watchkeper groaned the instant he saw
- Kissaki. It was in his gait, his posture: something was ill in the
- world. Slowly and deliberately he settled behind the massive
- darkstone desk, slipping his tail into the slot splitting the back of
- the chair. Then he took up a well-used scratchstick and
- proceeded to hone his claws as he spoke:
- "There is a problem. A serious one.
- "Our fugitives. . . they destroyed the battlegroups."
- Nerfith wasn't sure he'd heard correctly: "Destroyed...?"
- "Destroyed, decimated, wiped out," Kissaki elucidated.
- "Forty one survivors have been found: The commanders and
- priests, twenty two infantry and fifteen cavalry."
- "From twenty battlegroups..." Nerfith felt ill. His troops,
- his responsibility.
- "Forty one," Kissaki repeated. There was a crack as
- the scratchstick snapped in two. "They all told the same tale:
- Something like a giant wagon without shen charged into the
- greatest congregation of troops and exploded into a wave of fire
- that immolated everything it touched. It was only their distance
- from the explosion that saved them.
- "The nearest signaltowers reported a distant thunder
- and seeing a strange cloud hanging over the area. Guards
- were dispatched from the nearest towns. They reported a new
- lake and the whole valley strewn with bodies."
- The priest sat still, his underlids flicking white across
- his eyes the only sign that he was actually alive. Gods shave
- him! Didn't he have any feelings at all?
- "The..." Nerfith choked on his words, swallowed hard
- and tried again: "The northeners, Sir?"
- The High Lord hissed. "We don't know exactly. Some
- soldiers say they saw them running before the explosion, so we're
- going to keep looking. Notices and heralds will be distributed to
- all towns."
- "And what do you intend to do if you find them?"
- Again the priest startle Nerfith. He'd almost forgotten
- he was there. Irritated, he promised himself that wouldn't happen
- again while the priest continued:
- "Would you lose an entire town if you did manage to
- capture it?"
- "You would suggest something?" Kissaki asked.
- The priest bowed his head. His greasy ingratiation irked
- the Watchkeeper and he clenched his hands to hide the claws
- that slipped from his fingertips.
- "Chasing after this thing with an army...I do not believe
- that that is the way to go about this. There are individuals who
- specialise in this sort of thing."
- Kissaki looked thoughtful. "Bounty hunters?"
- "Why not? I think it's been proved that brute force
- wasn't successful. A few well-motivated individuals can move
- faster and more unobtrusively than a battlegroup, find our
- fugitives, then concoct some scheme by which to be done of
- them. If nothing else, they can alert us and track them until we
- are able to muster more...capable forces."
- Kissaki was silent, bobbing his head as he absorbed
- this, then he asked, "Do you believe the Temple could handle
- this creature?"
- "That is not for me to say with any degree of certainty,"
- the Priest replied. "But doubtless we couldn't do worse than
- the bumbling of the military." With this he looked directly at
- Nerfith and blinked slowly. "There are Masters at the Hub who
- have power comprable to this thing's."
- "Sir, Kanr was quite formidable," Kissaki reminded him,
- "yet it went through him like a razored blade."
- "True, Sir, but Kanr had no idea what he was up
- against," the priest pointed out. "Nor did the troops you sent
- after them. Now we have some inkling."
- "Huh," Kissaki began grooming the fur on his wrist in
- an abstracted sort of way. "I assume you already have hunters
- in mind."
- "We have a list of possibles, Sir."
- "Very good. I will want to see it. Wachkeeper."
- "Milord?" Nerfith bowed his head.
- "Send orders to the command holding the K'streth
- Plain lands. Tell him to leave a suitably equipped occupying force,
- but I want the battle divisions ready to move in a day, all of them,
- with seige artillery."
- One day! thought Nerfith, It's not possible! But he was
- careful to keep that thought from showing as he said, "Yessir.
- That can be done. May I ask where they are to be moved to?"
- Kissi snarled. "We march on Tsuba. I want that town
- RAZED!"
- --\o/--
- Godsend
- PT II
- Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
- and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
- . Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
- Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
- You have not yet dreamed of - wheeled and
- soared and swung.
- Chased the shouting wing along, and flung
- my eager craft through footless halls of air.
- Up the long, delirious, burning blue
- I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
- Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
- And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
- The high untrespassed sanctity of space
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
- High Flight
- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
- The wind picked up after midday. Gradually - without
- haste - the light drizzle turned to a steady downpour, rattling
- through Needletip leaves and pattering to the ground. Swollen
- grey clouds cloaked the heavens, leaving the lands below
- bathed in a sallow light.
- The village had vanished into sheets of rain and except
- for a few dozen paces of hillside, nothing else was visible. Sekher
- wiped moisture from his muzzle and ducked back under the
- meagre cover his crude lean-to offered. There was nothing to do
- now but wait. Awkwardly he settled down and leaned back
- against the tree, relaxing, letting his breathing slow.
- Water trickled through the matted boughs of the roof,
- running straight off the silvery material of his poncho. When he
- blinked it was automatic - a reflex flicking his translucent
- nictitating membrane out as a droplet of water touched his eye -
- yet he saw nothing.
- In Drift the world was an amorphous blur. His body
- would watch for him, would breath for him, could even walk for
- him while his mind slowed, rested, methodically ticking over. So in
- a sense it wasn't Sekher who sat there. He was far away, floating
- in a warm dark, drifting through remote memories:
- . . . the hot metallic taste of fresh meat.
- . . . his eldest brother riding beside him as they left the
- palace. A guard leaning againt his spear and enjoying the midday
- heat tipped his helmet back and saluted casually. The streets
- were unpaved, the buildings small. . .
- . . . shabby. The unyielding stone walls of K'streth
- and Ch'sty, their bustling streets. . .
- . . . two cubs ran across the street to tumble in a whirl
- of gangling limbs, dust, and laughter before racing off.
- "It's going to be empty around here without you,"
- Methlin said, leaning forward on his saddle horn and watching
- Sekher.
- "Huh, you'll find something to keep you busy,"
- Sekher answered.
- "Perhaps," his brother flagged amusement. "And I'm
- sure you're going to. Outsiders have some strange ways."
- "So I've been told. I thought that's what I'm going to
- see. Come on, they've taught me everything my head can hold
- about court etiquette and protocol."
- Methlin barked in outright laughter causing guards
- and retainers to glance at them. "Diplomacy!" he grinned.
- "Brother, you're still young. There are a things in creation
- besides the stuffiness of court life."
- Sekher blinked. "You have something particular in
- mind?"
- Methlin reached over to clap Sekher's arm. "Hah! Get
- out of the palaces! See the towns! How they live. You can learn
- more from some of those places than books could ever teach
- you."
- Sekher cocked his head; interested.
- "Try the taverns in Taiska. They brew a hot, spiced
- ale that'll set your tail straight. Also their Untiy Houses. . . but
- perhaps you'll find out about those for yourself."
- "What?" Sekher blinked at hi sibling. "I've tried to drag
- more than that out of you a thousand times. Now you talk about
- Unity Houses? Why now?"
- "Give you a chance to find out for yourself," Methlin
- grinned. "You're old enough."
- At the town gates they passed a slow trickle of
- peasants. "Remember," grinned Methlin; then: "Fare well,
- brother."
- "Thanks," Sekher replied and reigned his shen about.
- "One more thing: Ware the outland females. They've
- probably got strange ideas."
- Sekher barked his own laughter.
- . . . Chaiila knelt: winded, panting, with a gleam in her
- eye and sun in her fur. . .
- . . . a pale face and grey eyes watched. . .
- He pulled out of drift, the face still hung before him.
- Seth'Nai was outside the shelter looking even more peculiar than
- ever with a tight hood waterproof hood enclosing its head,
- shedding water as if it were oiled. Odd, but the daemon was
- fascinated with the rain. Water ran in rivulets from its clothing as
- it crawled under the shelter and propped its back against the tree
- the lean-to was built against. The hood retracted into the collar
- when removed and Seth'Nai ran its hands through the patch of
- fur atop its head. The fur stuck back and Seth'Nai looked at its
- hands, growled, then wiped them against its legs.
- "So, they're not back yet," Sekher yawned. The daemon
- looked startled. "Taking their time, aren't they?"
- The creature's mouth turned up, baring square teeth,
- then it shrugged and began to fiddle with the device strapped
- to its forearm. A wondrous power, Sekher mused, to be able to
- produced glowing shapes that danced in midair, although exactly
- what use it may be was beyond him.
- --\o/--
- After the rains the air was cool and fresh. Moisture
- beaded on foliage; glittering, transient jewels. The ground
- underfoot was soggy, with mud pushing between Sekher's toes.
- Clouds of tiny insects hummed and swarmed. He growled in
- irritation as one buzzed in his ear. Of course they didn't seem to
- bother his daemon in the least; Sekher watched, somewhat
- annoyed, as the bugs bent deliberate arcs to avoid it.
- Four shen in single file were moving up the slope the
- hill, two bearing riders, the others saddleless, but fitted with
- blankets and cargo slings. They had left the hamlet and circled to
- the far side of the hill before beginning their ascent, threading
- their way through rocks and scrub to the wood straddling the
- crest. A few paces short they dismounted to lead their mounts
- the rest of the way into the trees.
- "Any trouble?" Sekher called as they passed.
- "Smooth," Chaiila replied with a grin as they passed.
- Sekher paused and watched for a few more beats to make
- sure they hadn't been followed or observed, then followed.
- The four shen weren't the specially bred animals used
- by cavalry, rather they were the sturdy, stocky breed farmers
- preferred, bred for hauling ploughs and wagons. Three females
- and a gelding; all scruffy and past their prime, but sufficient
- for their needs. Both Nersi and Chaiila looked rested, their
- coats well-groomed. Nersi had a clean set of wraps on her leg and
- a new crutch made from fresh-cut wood that she was removing
- from one of the pack animals.
- "I'm glad you came back," Sekher told Chaiila as she
- worked at the harness of her own animal.
- Chaiila grinned: "You thought we wouldn't?"
- "I had my doubts," Sekher confessed.
- "You wound me,"Chaiila laughed and turned back to
- regard the animals. "Not such bad beasts, huh?"
- "Yeah." Sekher took up a hoof and inspected the
- underside. It wasn't as worn as he'd feared, so the animals
- hadn't been driven too hard. He dropped the hoof again. "So,
- what else?"
- "Food," she said, hefting a sack. "Also some clothing
- and blankets."
- "Food?" Sekher's eyes lit up.
- Chaiila's twitched a smile and she dipped into the sack
- and pulled out a small loaf, tossed it to Sekher who snatched
- it from the air. By the Gods! Still warm! His stomach snarled as
- he tore into it with a will. "Blessed Gods! I needed that."
- "It shows," Chaiila remarked and jabbed a digit to
- where Seth'Nai was trying to examine shen that shied whenever
- the creature went near it: "You think your creature could do
- with something? Hai!"
- Seth'Nai caught the scone she tossed and sniffed at it,
- then tore it apart with its blunt fingers and examined the
- fragments. Carefully it placed a piece in its mouth, chewed,
- swallowed, and bared its teeth at them. It polished off the rest of
- the scone in short order.
- "I think it likes it," Chaiila observed dryly.
- "A," Sekher stared. That was the first normal food he
- had ever seen it eat. Why? He shook his head; that was
- something to figure out later. For now. . . "Any money left?"
- "A little," Chaiila jingled the purse on her belt. "It'll last
- us for a while. I doubt we'll be doing much spending.
- The clothes they'd purchased were scruffy, torn,
- and slightly odiferous, but they were much less conspicuous
- than Rim armour and the silver poncho Sekher was wearing. He
- swore as he struggled into them and laced the seams: they
- were a little small, and they were inhabited. Well, there was
- nothing to be done about that. Travelling anywhere one picked
- up passengers. It was a fact of life.
- There were no spare saddles for the extra shen. Two
- females on their own was unusual enough, but if they'd asked
- for four sets of tack. . . now that would have raised a few
- suspicions. The blankets they'd obtained would have to suffice.
- The shen turned skitish whenever Seth'Nai
- approached, kicking out with their blunt claws. It was the next
- day, after an uncomfortable night, that they were able to break
- one of the females enough to tolerate its presence.
- It was then they discovered it couldn't ride.
- "I do not believe this!" Chaiila groaned, sinking her
- claws into the bark of a tree, looking as if she were about to start
- pounding her head against the trunk.
- Glumly Sekher watched as Nersi coaxed the creature
- through the signals that would tell its shen to move, stop, turn.
- In a way it was amusing, that hulking, pale figure so lost on the
- back of a beast, but also every moment they delayed meant time
- for trackers to pick up their trail. That wasn't so amusing.
- It did learn quickly, however. It wasn't too long before
- it had the basics and Nersi limped over with her crutch to say, "I
- think it's going to be able to manage. I got the stirrup length right
- as well, at least it shouldn't fall off again."
- "Alright," Chaiila sighed. "Then we go. It can work out
- the finer points on the way."
- --\o/--
- Shen were infinitely slower than the daemon's transport.
- The ride left the base of the tail aching and sore. Windblown
- dust whipped into your nostrils and eyes and ears while
- insects tormented you and heat beat down on shoulders and
- neck. But Sekher understood shen, he knew what they were,
- he was comfortable with them. Also, they didn't fall apart or
- explode at inopportune moments.
- They moved in a general northerly direction, skirting
- towns as they found them, avoiding the main roads and a couple
- of times detouring some distance where towns controlled a
- bridge or ford to find a place to cross.
- Methodically the shen picked their way through lush
- gallery forests where streams and pools turned the land to brief
- belts of brilliant green, then across rolling prairies of golden
- grasses. All regions boasted their share of dangers. The biota
- concealed predators and poisons; sometimes the predators rode
- shen and fast, lean Mrakers, the poisons were on the blades of
- swords and tips of quarrels.
- Sekher drifted as they rode, they all did, but lightly,
- barely dipping out of full reality, always with at least one part of
- their awareness watching the horizon. It was not as refreshing as
- sinking deeper, but over a long period it had the same effect.
- So they rode in single file, one shen placidly following another
- while the Trenalbi took it in turns to guide them. Night followed
- day, for two days. They ate in the saddle, pausing only to relieve
- themselves.
- Sekher blinked himself out of drift to find himself at the
- rear, following the others. Ahead of him Seth'Nai's shen was
- plodding quietly along its way, its tufted tail swatting at
- insects while the daemon slumped motionless and silent in the
- saddle. It wasn't riding very well, Sekher noted, rocking
- awkwardly with the shen's rolling gait. Further up the two
- females were riding abreast, talking quietly. He yawned and
- fished in his saddlebag for a piece of smoked meat, looking
- around while he chewed.
- They were off the plains again, following yet another of
- the small river valleys with its gallery forest that divided the
- prairies a little like spokes on a wheel. . . or perhaps more like
- branches radiating from a central trunk. The trees were old ones,
- tall ones, their trunks as thick as his torso and the shade they
- cast was a welcome relief from the alternating stifling heat and
- biting winds on the plains. High up in their canopies flyers
- leapt from branch to branch, chittering and squeaking at the
- intruders below.
- They were harmless, but their excitement could attract
- the attentions of something that would be willing to have a go at
- even three. . . four dangerous opponents.
- Sekher snarled, then slapped at a bloodsucker that
- had alighted on his neck. They were near water, in fact he could
- hear it. The stream was only a few paces wide, the water flowing
- fast and shallow across a pebbly bed. The shen hesitated on the
- bank before stepping down into water that barely covered their
- anklespurs and easily crossed to the spit of fine sand on the
- other side. They left deep prints in the sand, then lurched up a
- shelf perhaps ten spans high.
- Seth'Nai slipped sideways, then fell from its saddle,
- hitting the bank and sprawling face-down in the sand.
- Sekher yanked back on the reigns: "HAI! STOP!"
- Seth'Nai stirred and rolled over as he touched its back.
- For the first time in a long while he saw its face, really looked,
- and was shocked. There were large dark patches under the eyes,
- skin was drawn taut across bones, and the scraggly fur sprouting
- from the angular chin had grown much thicker, becoming a
- mane encircling the head.
- "Huhnnn," Chaiila was at Sekher's shoulder. "It don't
- look so good."
- "Gods shave you!" Nersi scrambled over - a half-limping
- gait - to the creature's side, kneeling with her damaged leg
- outstretched. "Don't just stand there," she snarled and put an
- arm around the creature's shoulder to help it sit upright. It blinked
- at her, seeming dazed. "What's wrong with it?!" she demanded.
- "I don't know," Sekher protested with a shrug. "It
- just. . . turned toes up and fell off!"
- "So it can't ride worth a square wheel!" Chaiila spat.
- "We could always tie it into the saddle."
- "Not a bad idea," Sekher agreed. "You want to be the
- one to do it?"
- She grinned and snapped at him even as he ducked
- away. Still glaring, she growled, then stretched and looked
- around. "Well, while we're here, we may as well make the best of
- it. My teeth are swimming."
- They left Nersi tending Seth'Nai. The shen were hobbled
- and left to strip a brightbush while the Trenalbi tended to bodily
- demands. Sekher finished, filled the hole in, then lifted his tail
- and bent to void his scent-glands against a tree. The scent would
- fade in a couple of days, and the pressure had been
- uncomfortable. One advantage of a hairless hide, he reflected as
- he cleaned himself in the stream, one didn't have to worry about
- shit sticking to the fur.
- But it was cold.
- Nersi was waiting anxiously for them, fidgeting. "It's not
- moving!" she began as soon as Sekher came up to her, there
- was almost panic in her voice. "It's just lying there. It just closed
- its eyes. . . "
- Sekher crouched by the motionless figure. No, not dead:
- the chest was moving, there was breath whistling through its
- mouth and nostrils, the closed eyelids flickered. "I think it's
- alright," he said hesitantly. "I've seen it like this before. It stays
- like this for some time. . . "
- It struck him then.
- "Oh, Gods!" He rocked back, nearly falling over with
- the realization: "Oh Gods. It. . . it doesn't Drift!"
- "What?" Nersi's confusion was plain on her face.
- "But everything Drifts. Surely. . . "
- "No, THIS is its drift. Completely gone."
- "But," Nersi stared at the recumbent form, "it's so.
- . . helpless."
- "Now what's wrong?" Chaiila was readjusting her kilt as
- she returned. She cast a critical eye at the creature. "Is it
- alright?"
- "Sekher thinks so," said Nersi. "He was saying that
- it. . . uh. . . doesn't drift."
- "Huh?" Chaiila blinked. "Come on, everything has to
- drift." Sekher sighed, then tried to explain it again. "Look, I was
- shut in a cage with this thing for weeks and it didn't seem to drift
- once, but it did this a lot. It'd just curl up and close its eyes and
- stay like that for ages. All night. I don't know. Perhaps I'm
- wrong, but it's either wide awake, or like that. . . Nothing like
- drift."
- Chaiila scratched at a square ear, then patted Sekher's
- arm. "I guess we have to take your word on this, Che. If that's
- true, I would say it's been riding without a rest at all for the past
- two days." For once she looked at Seth'Nai with something
- besides distaste. "I suppose we could all do with a decent break.
- Any objections to spending the night here?"
- Nersi had none. Sekher had wanted to return to Che as
- soon as possible, but the aching in his tail persuaded him that
- a night out of the saddle may not be such a bad idea. The shen
- needed a break. They could rest up, perhaps hunt some fresh
- food. And this was a good a place as any they were likely to find.
- --\o/--
- The fire was small, the dry wood burning clean. The
- Trenalbi gathered around in the pool of warmth and flickering
- light, watching insects describing complex patterns around the
- flames before burning in tiny flashes of fire. Chaiila had made
- good her earlier promise about hunting and now the carcass of a
- burrower was sizzling and popping on a spit. On the very fringes
- of the illumination Seth'Nai lay, silent but for the rasping of its
- breath.
- Nersi finished spreading the blanket over the limp alien
- body and gave the face a final pat. Stealing a glance, Sekher saw
- Chaiila's dark-furred face and ears twitch into a despairing look,
- then crack into a forced smile when Nersi rejoined them.
- "Cousin, do you have to do that?"
- "Do what?"
- Chaiila made a vague geture. "Touch it like that. It's
- not. . . right."
- Nersi looked both surprised and hurt. "Why? It's got
- soft fur, and it's not going to hurt us. Look at it; it's so
- vulnerable."
- "Yeah," Chaiila's eyes instead dropped to watch the fire.
- "I know, but. . . Look, you're right; I worry too much. I'm sorry,
- just forget it."
- "Huhnnn," growled Nersi softly. "Chaiila, I like
- Seth'Nai. It's friendly. It's gentle, and it's very intelligent."
- "It didn't know how to ride. . . "
- "Do you have any idea how to do ANY of the things it
- did to get us out of Jai'stra?" Nersi asked. "Just because it
- can't ride. . . What use would a. . . whatever-it-is have for riding
- anyway?" She used her sword to turn the carcass on the spit
- over, then tore off a hind leg. "Ahh! Hot!" She juggled the meat a
- couple of times, then bit into it.
- Sekher waited for the females to get their food, then
- helped himself to remains. A little overdone, he judged as he
- picked at the white flesh and watched the females as they huddled
- together, conversing in low voices. Chaiila was meticulously
- grooming Nersi's ruff, exploring and combing with her fingers,
- smoothing her pelt down with long, languid strokes of her tongue.
- There was something Chaiila had said. Nersi had
- misunderstood: Chaiila didn't fear the creature, it was the
- familiarity with which Nersi handled that made her hackles raise.
- Perhaps she was overprotective, but Sekher too had seen the
- fascination with which Nersi watched the thing and he could
- sympathise with Chaiila's uncertainties. He considered it a
- friend, in the same way he would bestow his affections upon a
- favourite pet, but still it was an unpredictable thing.
- He sighed, stood, and walked over to the creature. For
- a time he simply stood over it, watching. Its face was still, the
- mouth slightly open and - despite the fire - breath forming
- almost-invisible clouds in the night air. On its cheek the
- scratches Chaiila had scored still glared an angry red against the
- pale skin. It gave a low moan and twitched then fell still again.
- You saved my life. Why do I fear you?
- For that he didn't have an answer. His ears laid back and
- he returned to the warmth of the banked fire where he curled up
- in a blanket and watched the warm lump where the females lay
- huddled together.
- --\o/--
- The lumpy, grey slowburn-gum candles flickered in
- the draught that kept the atmosphere cold and damp, throwing a
- dim pool of light across the face of the warped desk and
- dancing shadows on the stone walls. It made the yellowed
- manuscripts difficult to see, even more so to read.
- Chenuk growled in irritation and hitched his cloak a little
- tighter then turned another page in the weighty book. The
- delicate line drawings wavered in the unsteady light, but it was
- clear enough for him to be certain this wasn't the one he was
- looking for. His hand ached again, a throb that made his whole
- arm convulse, the thumb and ruined stumps of fingers beneath
- their bandages clenching in a parody of a fist. Chenuk tucked it
- against his side and used his left arm to turn the page.
- A cub in the squared grey-and-green tunic of an
- acolyte pushed through the door curtain, staggering under an
- armful of the heavy tomes. "These are the last, sir," he said.
- "Leave them there," Chenuk waved abstractly at the
- piles of mildewed old books still to be searched already atop the
- desk. The ones he had finished with littered the floor. The cub
- sighed to himself and collected another armful on his way out.
- And Chenuk resumed rifling through the untold scores
- of pages. Another illustration caught his eye and he paused to
- examine it. There was a vague resemblance to a Trenalbi, but
- judging by the scale of the agonised Trenalbi it was carefully
- dismembering with a sickle-like talon, it was much larger. Fleshy
- webs joined waist to wrist. Its fur was patchy, but it had fur.
- No, that wasn't it either. More pages flipped by.
- "Any success?"
- "Who. . . ?" Chenuk nearly fell off his stool twisting
- around. "Oh. . . Sir!"
- "Don't bother saluting." Watchkeeper Nerfith let the
- curtain fall back into place and stepped inside. He stooped to
- pick up a book from where it lay open and spine-up on the
- floor and examined the cover. "'Searches in Distances', Huh!
- These are valuable, you know. I think the Priests would resent
- you using them as rugs. Well, any luck so far?"
- "No sir," a dejected Chenuk said. "There're still more to
- go, though." He patted a pile on the desk before him, but he
- didn't harbour much hope.
- "So I see,"said Nerfith, then awkwardly snuffled and
- Chenuk saw his ears were back. He set the book aside, unease
- gnawing at his insides. Officers didn't make social calls. For
- the Watchkeeper to have personally hunted him down in the
- bowels of the temple, he must have something to say. By the
- amount of hedging the officer was doing, it couldn't be good.
- "Soldier, how is your hand?"he asked.
- Ah, the crux. The stumps of Chenuk's own ears
- twitched and despite his efforts, the faint stink of fear tinged
- the air. Slowly he raised the bandaged limb. "Most of the pain's
- gone."
- "But you can't hold a sword, can you."
- "Ah, sir. . . I can use. . . "
- "Can you."
- "No."
- There was a heavy silence. Wind moaned along the
- corridor outside, carrying the remote sounds of priests chanting.
- "Look, Chenuk," Nerfith sighed again. "You may be new, but
- you're one of my battlegroup, so I reckoned I should be the
- one to tell you. . . face to face."
- "Sir," Chenuk stood, knowing what was coming next.
- "The army. . . it is not that place for. . . for one with
- injuries like yours. I have been authorized to give you some
- money to help you on your way. Also this," he fished under his
- cloak and popped the seal on a scroll canister hanging from his
- belt. He pulled out a cream-coloured scroll. "This is a
- recommendation bearing Kissaki's personal seal. It will help you
- find employment."
- Numbly Chenuk took the scroll. It was almost weightless
- in his hand while his soul weighed like lead. He looked up at the
- Watchkeeper. "There is nothing I can do? There's no appeal?"
- Nerfith didn't meet his eyes."I did try. All the
- channels. . . You will have to return your sword. Your kit is
- already packed."
- Sekher stroked the scroll. His life. . . gone. Soldiering
- was all he knew. He could read. . . a little; about as good as his
- writing, and the best that could be said for that was that it was
- almost legible. There were plenty of labouring jobs available -
- especially with so many males gone to fight - for able-bodied
- Trenalbi. He swallowed."Serving in the army. . . it's my life. .
- . Shave me! Who will take on a cripple?!"
- The Watchkeeper flagged helplessness and turned to
- leave.
- "Sir! Please!"
- Nerfith stopped and hung his head, then half-turned
- back to Chenuk and hissed softly. "There's the Watch. They are
- often so desperate for a good Trenalbi that they'll overlook
- certain. . . difficulties."
- Then the curtain fell back into place and he was gone.
- Chenuk sat back and stared at a cold wall for a long
- time. When he threw back his head his howl rang through the
- corridors beneath the temple and his claws punched through the
- cover of an ancient leather and silver bound tome.
- "I. . . will. . . find. . . YOU!"
- --\o/--
- Sekher groaned as toe claws poked at the small of his
- back. "You're on the morning meal duty, male," came Chaiila's
- voice.
- "Uhhhnnn," he groaned, rolled and flicked back his
- third eyelid. Her ankle leapt to sharper focus. A very nice ankle,
- he thought drowsily.
- Then that ankle kicked him again.
- "Hai!"
- "Come on, rocks-for-bones. Move it! I've got the wood,
- you can do he rest." The foot drew back again.
- "Alright! Alright!"Sekher yipped, scrambling to his
- feet."Shaved slave driver!"
- "YOU'RE calling me shaved!" Chaiila laughed at that.
- Through the gently swaying boughs of trees a
- cloudless, azure sky was visible, heralding the beginning of a
- hot, clear day. Sekher scowled. Miserable weather to be riding in.
- The skin on his hands and muzzle was already peeling and sore.
- Huh! He scratched at an itch in his crotch. So, how was
- his daemon this morning?
- Gone.
- He did a doubletake. The blanket was still there, but
- Seth'Nai, and its bag, were gone. As was Nersi.
- "CHAIILA!"
- She was engaged tending to the Shens' tack, tugging
- on a cinch with a great deal of grunting and muttering. Annoyed,
- she didn't turn at his call, just growled, "What?!"
- "Where's the creature?!"
- "No idea," she grunted. "Got up earlier. Didn't seem any
- the worse for wear. Went for a walk, came back and got its bag,
- then went out again."
- "You didn't try and stop it?"
- "What for?"
- "And where's Nersi?"
- "Nersi, she's. . . " Chaiila trailed off and forgot about the
- cinch strap. She turned on the spot, looking around, then cupped
- hands to her mouth and screamed, "NERSI!"
- Her call rang from the trees, startling fliers. Something
- in the distance howled back, but there was no answering call.
- Chaiila snarled, her tail bristling and ruff flattening, then pulled
- her sheathed sword from her shen's pack and buckled it on.
- "Alright. You go downstream. I'll search upstream. If you find. . .
- "
- "What's going on!?" A breathless and dripping Nersi
- limped into the camp. "What's all the shouting about?"
- "Gods!" Chaiila wailed. "Where've you BEEN!"
- Nersi shook herself. She was soaking wet and droplets
- went flying until she finished and stroked fur back into place
- with her hands as she said, "With Seth'Nai. Over that way.
- Ahh, there's something I think you should see."
- "You're alright?" Chaiila asked, catching her cousin's
- arm. "Your leg. . . "
- "I'm FINE," Nersi growled, then shrugged Chaiila's hand
- off and started off upstream. "You coming?" she asked.
- Sekher glanced at Chaiila, shrugged, then started after
- her. It wasn't very far. Easily within earshot. Sekher felt
- annoyed they hadn't found it; it was certainly a desirable
- campsite. Above a small clearing the stream cascaded down a
- series of massive stone steps to fall into a deep, broad pool
- lined with raw rock worn smooth by the water. The rays of the
- Lightbringer were already on the rocks, rasing small ripples of
- heat and warming several basking lizards. Fliers skimmed the air,
- pursuing insects. Plants grown green and lush with the
- abundance of water spread across the pool, shading it.
- In the pool a pale shape moved underwater, languidly
- flowing from one end of the pool to the other, turning and going
- back again.
- "It. . . swims?" Sekher asked Nersi. A foolish question;
- the evidence was there before his eyes.
- "Oh, yes," she smiled. "Very well. He was teaching me."
- "He?"
- "I think so,"she said.
- With a spray of water and a gasp of breath the
- creature broke the surface, steadily treading water. It wiped aside
- the water running down into its eyes and blinked at the three
- Trenalbi gathered on the banks, watching it. Nersi beckoned to
- it, making coaxing sounds and it stared back, then growled and
- swam forward into shallow water and stood up.
- Sekher stared.
- "Gods!" Chaiila spat.
- Perhaps 'he' was a reasonable assumption,
- although that. . . arrangement was nothing like a male Trenalbi.
- The fleshy organ didn't tuck away into a sheath the way a normal
- male's did and to have something like that dangling out all the
- time didn't look comfortable. That must be the reason it wore
- clothes, that and the fact it was, for all practical purposes,
- hairless. It. . . he had body fur. Well. . . patches of it and quite
- heavy in localised places. The hairless hide was light bronze-
- brown and slick with water, accentuating strange muscles
- flowing under the skin. A large patch of the skin, about the size of
- Sekher's hand, down the creature's left side was discoloured by
- what looked like a large bruise. It probably was; that explained its
- stiffness.
- A strange body. Sekher's eyes couldn't find it attractive,
- nor most likely any of the others, but it fitted; it worked. There
- was a symmetry there that gave it a grace of sorts.
- "What are those things on its chest?" Chaiila asked.
- "Nipples, I think," Sekher replied uncertainly. But if it
- was male, how could it have. . .
- "Breasts? Up there? And what about that?" she pointed
- at the organ between its legs. "And that hole in its stomach? Is
- that a pouch?"
- "How should I know?" said Sekher. "There are some
- animals that don't have pouches, aren't there? Some trappers
- brought some in once. The females had teats on the outside, all
- along their torsos. The babies are born fully formed. They don't
- pouch."
- "Sounds disgusting," Chaiila grimaced with distaste.
- "Then maybe those teats are vestigial; like your pouch."
- Sekher scratched his ear. Vestigial, that would make
- sense. Still, the thing was more confusing naked than it had
- been clothed. "What say we call it male?"
- Chaiila tipped her head to one side. "Might as well. To
- think of that as female. . . " she trailed off and spat air.
- Seth'Nai rolled his eyes, looked down at. . . himself?
- growled something at them, then fell back into the pool with a
- splash that sent waves lapping at the banks. A gentle kick and
- he drifted back into the water.
- "It likes water, doesn't it," growled Chaiila.
- Nersi glanced at Chaiila, then said, "You could do with
- a wash yourself."
- "What?"
- "You don't exactly smell like a rainfall, you know,"
- Nersi grinned, then cuffed her cousin's arm. "Come on! Live
- a little!" Before Chaiila had a chance to pontificate, she had her
- breeches off and was splashing into the water.
- "Nersi!"
- "Come on in," Nersi laughed. "You'll love it!" She floated
- on her back and awkwardly kicked out into the pool. Seth'Nai
- glided up alongside and put his arms beneath her to steady her.
- "Hai!" Chaiila snarled, anxiously pacing the pool like a
- caged beast. "Gods, Nersi. Don't do this!. . . Che! What're you
- doing!?"
- "What does it look like," Sekher growled as he fumbled
- with the lacings of his scruffy clothing. He threw the jerkin aside
- and kicked the trousers off. "I'm dirty, dusty, and itching from the
- Gods-blasted blood suckers in those clothes. This is the first
- chance in I-don't-know-how-long I've had to get some of this
- filth off and I'm not going to miss it."
- With that he turned his back and gingerly walked out
- until the water was up to his waist, then crouched down, pinched
- his nostrils shut, and dunked his head. He surfaced again
- coughing and sputtering and shaking water from his ears.
- "It's not so bad once you're in, ah?" Nersi was floating
- on her back, lazily waving her hands against the current.
- "Hai, Chaiila!" called Sekher. "If you're not going to
- join us, why don't you go and bring the shen over here."
- And Chaiila turned to him and slowly bared her teeth.
- "Male, you can get them yourself, then you can. . . "
- Sekher wasn't really sure that what she suggested next
- was was physically possible.
- --\o/--
- A pair of small Hitherdarts twisted and spiralled in the air
- above the pool, dodging through overhanging leaves as they
- pursued and snapped at insects. Sekher lazily bared teeth at
- them, then flicked an ear and rolled over. The Lightbringer was
- warm against his skin, as was the dark rock, while the spray
- raised by the waterfall was a cool mist in the air, shot through by
- a rainbow of colours.
- He squinted and glanced over at where Chaiila was
- perched on a sunlit rock, her fur almost blending in with the
- darkness of the stone. She had stripped down to breeches, but
- disdained to swim. She looked hot, also tense; sitting with ears
- twitching uneasily as she watched Seth'Nai and Nersi.
- The mismatched pair were further downstream by the
- pool, Nersi leaning back, her damaged leg stretched out before
- her, the bandages pulled back to expose the wound to the
- sunlight. Seth'Nai's idea. He was sitting beside Nersi, wearing the
- silver poncho he had cobbled together for Sekher and practising
- skipping pebbles across the pool. He was improving, Sekher
- noted as a series of seven ripples appeared in succession across
- the water. A Hitherdart dived upon one of the ripples, mistaking
- it for an insect or small fish. As he watched, Nersi took up one
- of Seth'Nai's hands and manipulated the fingers, exploring their
- flexibility.
- Sekher watched the pair, then watched Chaiila staring
- at them with such ill-concealed apprehension and he had to smirk
- to himself. It was probably for the best that Seth'Nai had -
- however unwittingly - donned the poncho. It concealed that
- strange body - especially the maleness - transforming it into
- something more androgynous. Certainly Chaiila was nervous
- enough of its differences without it having to advertise. Down
- at his feet Seth'Nai had left his water flask lying in the stream
- after drinking from it. Now, why drink from that when there was a
- whole damned stream of water running beneath his nose?
- He snorted and scratched at the itching across his
- chest. Gods burned fur itched madly growing in. Still, there was a
- good stubble there now, although the skin was still very
- visible. Seth'Nai had as much fur as he.
- Ai, hells. . . What was he going to do with the creature?
- His lips twitched in an uncertain grin. They could trust
- it. . . him, see where he was leading them. Or was that perhaps too
- trusting? His head lolled to the side and he caught a glimpse of
- white: Seth'Nai's clothing had been rinsed in the stream then
- spread out on the rock close by, split down the seams and left
- splayed out to dry, spread-eagled like a flayed white hide. It was
- as obscurely confusing as the rest of the creature's devices,
- Sekher decided, crouching down beside the clothing, all manner
- of curious tubing and lumps tucked away under the fabric. There
- were no visible clasps or closures, and there was an arrangement
- of devices and tubes in the crotch of the breeches that
- looked. . . extremely uncomfortable.
- Sekher decided he wasn't about to try them on and
- turned his attentions to the foot coverings. Peculiars cups with
- a tough base. Now Sekher could see them he saw that the feet
- were another place where Seth'Nai differed radically from Trenalbi:
- long and broad and bulky with five stubby digits and a bulbous
- heel, the creature's feet were nothing like the four clawed toes a
- Trenalbi walked upon.
- "Interesting?"
- "Huh?" he blinked, looking up to meet Chaiila's eyes.
- She grinned and moved to crouch down a little closer,
- tucking her tail in close: "Anything interesting?" she repeated.
- Sekher dropped the foot covering. "Not really. Needs to
- wash his feet though."
- Chaiila growled softly, shaking her head and poking at
- the clothing. "It really wears all this stuff?"
- Sekher barked, saying, "I can tell you from experience, it
- gets very cold without fur."
- "I'll take your word for it," Chaiila smiled, grinning
- slightly, baring her teeth. It was one of those flashbacks, as
- vivid as if in drift, Sekher remembered the first time he'd seen her:
- the fire and smoke, the darkness, she lifted off her helmet and
- grinned at him.
- "Sekher?"
- She was watching him with head cocked to one side.
- "You have beautiful teeth," he said, and instantly felt
- like a prize fool.
- "What?" Now Chaiila looked confused.
- Sekher's ears went back in distress as he tried to meet
- her eyes and failed dismally: "You are. . . you are the most
- beautiful female I've ever seen," he choked out.
- "Seen a few in your time, ah?" she retorted guardedly,
- tail thrashing.
- Sekher hung his head and rubbed at the sparse stubble
- on his arm. Was he really expecting to get somewhere with
- this? A young male, barely out of cubhood and threadbare as
- an old rug. . . Gods, why bother?
- "Hai, Che," she reached out to tap his knee lightly,
- drawing back after touching. "Thank you."
- He looked up, startled.
- The gold eyes burned in that soot-grey face, glinting
- with amusement."I have seen more adroit approaches," she said.
- "But you are sincere. I'm sorry if I was. . . sharp. Nersi tells me
- it's a habit I've got to break."
- She stood then and came over to Sekher. He flinched as
- she stroked his head, giving him the briefest of groomings."I like
- you too, Sekher Che,"she murmured in his ear, then raked her
- claws down his side and left him sitting there, staring while she
- smoothly crossed the rocks to the water's edge. Her breeches
- came off, her tail bristling and dancing as she stepped down into
- the water.
- Sekher shook his head. What in the hells just
- happened? He was. . . then she. . . Gods, don't try to understand
- females.
- Downstream Nersi hastily turned away but not before
- Sekher saw the smile. Seth'Nai caught his eye and twisted his
- mouth up at the corners, baring teeth. His next gesture left
- Sekher puzzled: just what did a raised thumb mean?
- --\o/--
- His breath was misting in the early morning chill as he
- slung his meagre kit across the shen's back behind the saddle
- then laboured to secure the straps, snarling softly. His ruined
- hand flexed stiffly behind its bandages, sending a surge of pain
- up his arm. After a final check of the tack he gritted his teeth and
- swung himself up into the worn leather saddle, draping himself
- stomach-down across it then swinging his leg over to bring
- himself upright.
- Just above the walls two of the Daughters hung in the
- clear sky, dark blue above, fading to dusty gold in the west where
- the Lightbringer was still low in the clear heavens, leaving the
- lower courtyard in shadow whilst the upper stone reaches of the
- palace were bathed in early light and warmth. There were Treanlbi
- stirring, as there had been throughout the night; another troop
- convey leaving the city, menials scurrying to load equipment. A
- squad of elite cavalry clattered in through the gateway in double
- file, penants fluttering from their spears tucked upright behind
- their saddles, eyes alertly scanning their surroundings from
- beneath flared helmet rims.
- Chenuk ducked his head and reined his shen out of the
- way of the armoured cavalry beasts. They passed him without a
- second glance. Of course. A single crippled male in patched
- brown riding cloak and breeches with the orange seal of his
- pass displayed prominently on his shoulder riding a messenger
- shen way past its prime. There wasn't a lot to look at.
- "Chenuk!" there was a trooper running to head him off.
- "Hai! Chenuk! Gods burn it! Wait!"
- The shen's claws scraping on stones as the ex-
- trooper reigned back and leaned on the saddle-brace as the other
- jogged up.
- Chenuk knew this Trenalbi; had known him for some
- time. They'd been in the same battlegroup through several
- campaigns. That had ended that night on the roof of the palace,
- that night when the sky opened, fire rained and his
- battlegroup was slaughtered. Who remained? A few.
- "Lire."
- "Chenuk," the other removed his helm, running fingers
- through his ruff. "Copulation! We heard you were out. You're
- really leaving, aren't you."
- "Not a lot for me here, ah?"
- "That bad?"
- Chenuk raised the bandaged stump of his hand to the
- remains of his ears, his scarred face. "I lose a few pieces and they
- give me my marching orders. Huhhnn, what do they need with
- another useless mouth."
- "Chenuk, even wrong-handed you could still outfight
- most."
- "Thanks,"Chanuk's tail twitched. "Wrong-handed
- perhaps; one handed. . . forget it. No, they can't use me."
- "You have plans?"
- "Yah," he started the shen moving again at a slow walk.
- Lire paced along side.
- "Nothing here?"
- "No, nothing here." Chenuk rubbed at his hand.
- "Perhaps the Hub. . . perhaps not. I don't know. I've a debt to
- settle."
- Lire's eyes glanced down at the hand resting on the front
- of the saddle. "A debt? Something to do with that?"
- Chenuk stared back at him. Lire's fur crawled. This
- Chenuk had changed. . . The lack of ears? It left him unreadable,
- cold. Maybe it was something else.
- "Perhaps," Chenuk replied, not offering any more.
- There was an awkward pause, then Lire chittered
- softly. "Well, wherever you go, may the Gods smile on you. Also,
- there is this," Lire fumbled at his belt then handed across a small
- purse made from a piece of old cloth tied with a leather thong.
- Chenuk felt the weight, the clatter of silver inside.
- "You'll need it," Lire said.
- "I. . . Thank you," Chenuk said and reached down to
- clasp wrists with Lire. "Thank them also."
- "They know," Lire grinned. "If you really want to
- impress them, find it. Bring back an ear."
- "I'll do that," Chenuk acknowledged, then clawed his
- Shen forward, leaving Lire staring after him until a cavalcade of
- heavy goods wagons rolled between them.
- He took it slowly through the town, although the main
- street wasn't nearly as crowded as it was before the wars. The
- fighting had taken a lot of the able-bodied. The remaining were
- older males, cripples, and those with skills that made them too
- valuable to conscript and ship off. There were the few females in
- their veils and robes with their own contingents of small guard,
- over in the male sector to procure goods unavailable on their
- side of the Wall.
- None paid any attention to him.
- The guards at the gate gave the seal on his shoulder
- a cursory once-over then waved him on. Chenuk started across
- the bridge, letting the placid shen have its head while he sat
- staring at the horizon. Halfway across he tore the seal from his
- shoulder and casually tossed it over the railing. He didn't look
- back as the piece of parchment fluttered down to be carried away
- by the river.
- --\o/--
- Sekher groaned and rubbed at the base of his tail as
- he settled down into the curve of a sandbank.
- "Hard day, ah?" Chaiila asked, crouching down beside
- him.
- "Huhnnn," Sekher growled. "Tell it to my tail."
- Chaiila chittered softly and sank down, curling her tail
- around.
- It had been a hot, hard day's riding, but it was behind
- them now, with only a few more to go. It was slow, taking longer
- than it had taken the Ch'sty Rim troops to cart him south. They
- were still forced to skirt the towns and villages and find their
- own river crossings. Now with the Lightbringer burning low in
- the clouds to the east the temperature was dropping. They'd
- found a sheltered hollow in the midst of a small copse, a tiny
- ground-fed spring overhung by the interlocking branches and
- long leaves of Watertails. A pack of Nichir had been reluctant
- to surrender their territory, but a few jabs from swords had
- persuaded them to move out.
- Now a small fire burned beside the spring with their
- meagre bedrolls spread out around; three thin sheets to go
- round. Nersi was sitting cross-legged by the fire, talking softly to
- Seth'Nai as she showed the creature how to set meat out on a
- stone slab to cook. The creature was beside her, also cross-
- legged in an absurd caricature of a Trenalbi, glancing from her
- hands to her face as if he were actually following her words.
- Occasionally he'd interrupt with a growl or rumble of his own.
- Sekher stretched his legs out - feeling the muscles
- trembling. "At least we've got an excuse to rest up every
- night," he said with a nod toward Seth'Nai.
- Chaiila looked toward the creature, then at
- Sekher,"You're not worried that he's slowing us down?"
- He hesitated. "Is there such a hurry?"
- Chaiila sighed and nibbled at a claw, then said, "Che,
- walk with me."
- Nersi looked up as they left but said nothing.
- The night sky overhead was clear and dark blue. The
- rolling hills of the plains were split between the gold of the
- twilight and the black of shadow as the Lightbringer sank ever
- lower on the horizon. Somewhere over there was the Hub, then
- the sea, then beyond the realms to where the Lightbringer retired
- each night as all the Daughters came out to dance their ways
- across the heavens.
- Amongst this two Trenalbi wandered through the
- seas of scratchbush and grasses.
- "Sekher, you know where Che stands?"
- He wrinkled his muzzle in puzzlement. "Of course."
- "Tell me."
- "In the centre plains, on the Darktonight River."
- "And the kingdoms around it?"
- "K'streth, Taiska, and Fhel," he promptly responded.
- "Ch'sty, Taiska, and Fhel,"Chaiila corrected.
- "No," his eyes widened in shock. "Not so soon. There
- were treaties. . . "
- Chaiila barked, her laughter cold and harsh in the
- remote air and there wasn't a glitter of amusement in her eye.
- "Treaties, water in your hands. When the knife was to the stone
- the other parties let the Ch'sty rim stall them with bluffs and
- promises until. . . " she spread her hands as though flicking chaff
- to the wind. "I doubt that what is left of K'streth holdings will
- last another half-year."
- Sekher huddled deeper into his cloak. "Che. . .
- they wouldn't. . . "
- "Sekher," she touched his arm. "You have made some
- very powerful enemies. Your clan shares them with you and you
- know as well as I that Che cannot afford enemies."
- "I know," he groaned, "I know. . . but surely they would.
- . . "
- "Would what?" Chaiila stopped to watch Sekher.
- He also halted, rubbing his claws against his throat as
- the shock of what he was thinking sank in. "We can offer. . . they
- would be willing to bargain."
- "Your Seth'Nai?"Chaiila asked.
- Sekher crouched down where he stood, wrapping his
- arms about himself and unable to answer.
- She stood behind him and with one hand reached
- down to caress an ear. Gently, she said, "Sekher, I think the time
- for compromise is past."
- When he turned to look up at her, it was with a wild look,
- a hope so anxious it almost hurt her to see it. "If we hurry, we
- can. . . "
- She stopped him with a hand on his muzzle. "We can
- what? ah?" she asked. "We can get there in time to charge in and
- slay the evil Rim Priests and Lords and carry the day to triumph
- for Che. Ah?
- "Sekher, please, think."
- When Chaiila felt him sag she knew that he had thought,
- and that he had understood. It was a feeling she could
- sympathise with; that feeling of utter helplessness. She had felt
- that as she watched her home burn, watch her friends and clan
- fight and die. It was possible that was a reason she had gone
- after the male in the first place: just to have something into
- which to channel her frustration, some way she could strike
- back at the amorphous entity that was the Ch'sty Rim.
- She stroked the stubble on his scalp: "You understand?"
- He growled softly, then flinched as though just
- realising their proximity and her hands on his head. Standing, he
- withdrew from her touch to retreat. Alone on the gentle incline of
- the eastern face of a monticule with the final flaring of the sun
- behind him. She clasped her hands together before her and
- watched him
- "I understand," he said. "It hurts."
- "I know."
- "Gods, Chaiila!" he bared teeth at the purple sky, his
- breath steaming, "I want to do something! I want to hurt THEM!"
- "If you want to hurt them," Chaiila suggested, "the best
- you could do is not get yourself killed."
- He growled, feeling his entire spine twitch as his tail
- slashed at the air.
- Chaiila hissed. "Calm."
- "Calm?! You try losing. . . " He remebered who he was
- talking to then. She knew what he was feeling. How had she
- coped? "Sorry," he growled.
- "I think you need to work it out. It'll help you think."
- "What?"Sekher stared at her."You've got a suggestion?"
- "Sparring,"she shrugged."Teth'Ai? Third movement? I
- assume you know a little about it."
- Sekher growled - long and deep - as he turned away,
- then spun, bringing his foot sweeping around in a arc intended
- to disembowel had he used claws.
- Chaiila yipped, but caught his foot between crossed
- forearms and twisted. He jumped, spinning in the air, his other
- leg kicking out to jar her arm when it struck. The dark female's
- mouth gaped in a bark and she dropped back, crouching with
- her arms spread.
- Grasses and bush rustled beneath their feet as they
- circled, warily, slowly, like spiralling scavangers, their
- shadows stretching long.
- Sekher struck again, still on the offensive and angry.
- taking his frustrations out on the figure before him. The heels of
- his hands moved in a series of hammer blows that struck only air
- as Chaiila slipped aside with a fluid shift of her hips then slashed
- both hands in a Snowflake that batted his blows aside and
- stroked the fur of his belly.
- Then she grunted as his foot raked down her thigh.
- Tails lashing, they circled again.
- When he struck, she blocked. Her blows he parried
- smoothly, turning them into an attack that forced her back. The
- power of her Lightning he blocked with the smooth shifting of
- Breeze. His hands slapped against the fur of her forearms, their
- low growls lost on the breeze.
- Sekher was gasping when they separated again. His left
- wrist was throbbing where he'd taxed it too far. He sucked air,
- flicking nictitating membranes across his eyes. . .
- . . . Chaiila struck him low, batting his arms aside and
- hooking a leg behind his knees. He dropped like a startled rock,
- twisting and grabbing a handful of fur. Chaiila yelped and went
- down with him in a tangle of limbs that rolled snarling and
- barking down the hill to end in broadleaf bush.
- Sekher shook his head and raised himself on his
- arms. Beneath him Chaiila sputtered and spat a couple of
- scratchbush leaves from her mouth, then grinned and said,
- "You're better than I thought."
- "Huh. Where did you learn your routines?"
- "Small Guard. We're well trained."Then she reached up
- to touch his ear. "You know, even furless you're better than
- many."
- He froze, staring down at her. She smiled back and there
- was a scent in the air: subtle, unobtrusive, unfamiliar. Sekher's
- nostrils flared and his sinuses tingled with a shock similar to the
- times he had touched metal and a spark flashed, but this time the
- spark was behind his eyes.
- He yipped in surprise, blinked at her with nostrils wide.
- There was a silence.
- "I think. . . " he finally began. "I think we'd better start
- back. . . "
- He rolled off her, then tried to stand, staggering and
- going to his knees. What. . . ?
- Chaiila's hand was on his shoulder. He snarled and
- lashed out; she evaded with ease, standing back and. . . waiting?
- His head was swimming with the blood pounding in his ears, then
- he keeled over completely with coarse grass pressing against the
- side of his face. He tried to move, twitched helplessly with
- muscles turned to water.
- And Chaiila's hands touched him again, rolling him
- over onto his back. He looked up at her face silhouetted against
- the dusk, her eyes wide and staring like small amber lamps in
- the twilight.
- "What. . . "he croaked. "haiila?"
- She moved closer and the smell was stronger,
- overpowering when she nuzzled his neck, murmuring, "Calm."
- How could he? His heart pounded in slow pulses, yet
- he couldn't move.
- Claws ran over him, gently raking, raising uncountable
- tiny bumps as his fur tried to stand up like needles. Other parts
- of him were responding also, the feeling in his crotch that
- seemed to also burn in his mind. Then her hands were fumbling
- with the belt of his kilt.
- "Chaiila," he gasped again.
- She caressed his face, then stood to shuck her breeches.
- He saw everything, felt more than he ever though
- possible. The daughters danced behind Chaiila's black form as
- she moved over him, lowering herself.
- He howled at the heat that raged through his loins,
- then through every fibre of his body.
- --\o/--
- The Burrower meat was browned and crisped with
- spitting fats.
- Nersi used two sticks to flip it over, taking care not to
- knock it from the flat rock into the embers. Beside her, Seth'Nai sat
- with the device from his arm opened, a multitude of fragments
- spread on a cloth on his lap. He paused in his fiddling to watch
- her hands working.
- She noticed his fascinated gaze. "You've never done
- this before, ah?" she asked.
- He looked up at her. Gods, she wondered, you're no
- animal, but why can't you speak?
- "Here," she offered, passing him the sticks. "I'll show
- you." His pale hands were warm against hers as she showed him
- how to hold the sticks between the fingers of one hand and pick
- up the meat with them. He caught on quickly, but still fumbled.
- "You need practice," she grinned.
- He rumbled and bared teeth at her. Nersi flinched
- involuntarily. However it was something he did often, seemingly
- without intending menace.
- "Don't worry," she assured him. "You'll smooth it out."
- He blinked at her.
- "Never mind," she hissed. "Pass that branch. . . Look,
- rot it, that branch over there," she pointed. "Pass it to me."
- Seth'Nai looked from her outstretched hand to the
- branch, then reached to pick it up and broke it in half with a
- single flex of his arms before handing the pieces over.
- "Gratitude," Nersi said.
- He watched her stoke the fire, the flames licking around
- the dark wood. Flickering light made shadows in the small grove
- dance and shimmer in the twilight, throwing the planes of
- Seth'Nai's face into strange relief. His long-fingered hands
- worked delicately at the pieces in his lap.
- Chaiila and Sekher had been gone for some time now. It
- was getting dark, and night was not the time to be wandering
- around the plains unarmed.
- Talking, ah? She smiled to herself.
- The Lightbringer was all but gone, the sky still aglow
- with azure and the hard silver disks of the Daughters. Beneath
- the boughs in the small copse the light was pushed aside by
- gloom. Seth'Nai paused in his work to dip into his peculiar bag
- and produce a small white tube about the length of a hand that
- he propped on a nearby rock. Nersi fell back with a squeak of
- alarm when it sprang to glaring life.
- Panting hard, she stared from the glowing light to the
- creature. Its teeth were bared and this time she had no doubts of
- its amusement. Deliberately he touched the tube with his bare
- hand and gripped it so the light showed red through the flesh. He
- withdrew the hand and held it up, waggled the fingers, unscathed.
- Nersi coughed, embarrassed at her overreaction. "ai,
- alright, so you startled me. Don't DO that!"
- The tube didn't bite. It just sat there, glowing. In fact,
- Seth'Nai showed her how to work it and thereafter she sat there
- for some time twisting the top, dimming and brightening the tube
- while watching the meat sizzling. Seth'Nai continued fitting the
- final pieces to his device.
- When the howl rang out, Nersi jumped and stared out
- into the evening as the familiar wail rang across the grasslands,
- sending a tingle down her spine and tail. It was about time they. . .
- "Hai!"
- She yelped as Seth'Nai leapt to his feet and was gone
- from the firelight, she could hear him crashing through the
- undergrowth.
- "No! Wait! Godsdammit! WAIT!"
- Her leg almost gave out as she stood and chased after
- him, stumbling through the dark trunks. The howl sounded again,
- giving her a beacon to follow. Seth'Nai's white form was climbing
- a low hill. She gave chase, her leg aching abominably and
- slowing her, yet she still caught up with him.
- "Gods! Will you stop!"
- Just as they reached the crest.
- There was still enough sun. The two Trenalbi
- amongst grasses on the slope below them, clothing scattered
- carelessly. Sekher lay sprawled upon his back, twitching
- spasmodically, mouth working silently. Dark fur engulfed his
- hips where Chaiila straddled him, rocking, her head back, eyes
- closed, and mouth gaping.
- Nersi sighed and looked up at Seth'Nai, standing tall
- and pale beside her with his own mouth hanging open. "Seen
- enough?"
- Of course he didn't reply. As happened so often he
- seemed not to hear her. Unsure, she plucked at his sleeve. "Come
- on,"she coaxed when he looked at her,"We'll leave them to finish,
- ah?"
- When she took his arm - oh, so carefully - to lead him
- back to camp: he followed like a Shen on a rein.
- The meat was burnt.
- --\o/--
- Warm, soft fur surrounded him. On his back, his head
- resting upon a dark lap. Hands stroked at his face and neck,
- circling like a gentle breeze. There was the strong scent of
- crushed grass and tingleweed, the endless darkness above, the
- silver light of the Daughters in his eyes, the echoing traces of a
- lust in his muzzle. . .
- "Che?"
- Darker fur bent over him, amber eyes peering down into
- his face. "Che, you there?"
- He closed his eyes again. Still his limbs felt like stone,
- moved like rusty armour. He gave up the effort and lay there,
- panting.
- "How're you feeling?"
- He bared teeth, remembering the feelings: the
- helplessness, the piercing pleasure from his groin, confusion. . .
- "I. . . I don't know," he finally grated.
- "Your first time," the voice was soft. Sekher could feel
- her breath. When he opened his eyes her face was barely a span
- from his own, her lap still warm under his head. "It's always the
- hardest for you."
- He licked his lips. "I don't understand. . . What. . . "
- "You were never told, were you," she interrupted, her
- voice a soft hum. "A small town. . . They never told you."
- It was true: they hadn't. The Unity Homes along the
- Wall were places cublin and youths were not permitted. Males
- came and went through the doors watched by Small Guard. He
- had seen the lights through the high, barred windows, heard
- the music and singing, the howls, but knew nothing of what
- happened inside. His brother had warned him. . . had he known?
- Then he had to ask: "Why did you do it?"
- Chaiila looked surprised. "Because I like you. You're a
- fine male: healthy, bright. . . If your seed takes, I know it will be
- a promising cub."
- "Oh," he said, trying to think. "And where would you
- pouch it?" he asked. "Our towns. . . "
- She smiled and touched his nose pad. "The female
- quarters in any town would accept it. They would take care of the
- hosting and the creche."
- "Oh," he said again, for lack of anything else. There
- was silence for a time.
- The prevailing westerly breeze blowing over the plains
- had cooled with the going of the Lightbringer and now chilled
- with its touch. Chaiila's fur fluffed out, her ruff raising around her
- neck and atop her head, trapping her warmth. Sekher shuddered.
- Chaiila felt it: "You're freezing! Gods! I forgot! Can you
- walk yet? Alright. . . Here, I'll help."
- The fire, even the pale features of Seth'Nai, were
- welcome, familiar sights after such strangeness. Nersi and the
- creature looked up as Sekher lurched into the camp with an arm
- strung about Chaiila's shoulders. They both stopped and stared
- with shock at the small tube glowing with strong light. It was
- only when Seth'Nai arose and moved to take Sekher from Chaiila
- that the dark female cuffed him aside and lowered her burden
- beside the fire. Whatever had happened to him was wearing off,
- now he was strong enough to sit himself up while Chaiila
- draped a cloak about him.
- "Thanks," murmured Sekher.
- Nersi leaned over toward Chaiila to mutter an aside, "Is
- he all right?"
- "Yes, thank you." Sekher looked up, right at her. "He's
- fine." Chaiila was late to muffle a bark.
- "Excuse me," grumbled Nersi. "It's just that. . . His first
- time, right? I'm surprised he could put one foot in front of the
- other."
- Sekher's ears went down.
- "Sorry," Nersi hastened to placate him. "I wasn't
- thinking." She passed him a stick on which chunks of bite-sized
- chunks of meat had been skewered. "You're going to be hungry.
- This should help."
- "Thanks." He took it and, methodically, began working
- his way along the stick.
- Chaiila had been staring at the light-tube. "What IS
- that thing," she asked Nersi.
- Her cousin shrugged. "A torch of some kind. Not
- dangerous, it seems."
- "Seth'Nai?"
- "Yah."
- "Figures."
- Sekher smiled to himself at that. Even if they didn't
- realise it, they were becoming inured to the creature's strange
- ways: Anything peculiar happens these days, blame it on
- Seth'Nai. That one bore enough strange in his hairless hide to
- satisfy any adventurous spirit.
- "What's the matter with him anyway?" Chaiila asked
- Nersi with a curious glance at the creature. "He keeps staring at
- me."
- "He heard the howls," Nersi explained, looking
- pensive. "I think he thought you were in trouble. . . Anyway, he
- saw. Who knows what he's thinking."
- "Not what a normal male would, I hope," Chaiila grinned.
- Nersi's ears flicked. "A Trenalbi male would have been out of his
- howling mind at the first scent of you. Him. . . Well, he's
- probably got about as much interest in your affairs as a stick."
- Sekher coughed and when the females looked at him
- asked, "Is it always. . . like that?"
- Chaiila ducked her head, flicked her tail around and
- began grooming the tip. "Your first time. . . it was like being hit
- by a house, ah? Now you know why some use copulation as a
- curse." She grinned as she said that, then grew serious. "You
- should know it grows easier. Next time, if you can find a next
- time, it won't be so. . . traumatic for you, but you will always be
- slow and as weak as a cublin."
- The light of fire and magic threw strange shadows across
- her face as she spoke. "Also, remember the Unity Homes. They're
- there for a reason, as are the Small Guard and the Walls. Where
- there is mating madness, there is also fighting. Go there if you
- wish to mate, for whatever reason, but be prepared to fight. And
- obey their rules. Always!"
- "Rules? What?"
- She shrugged. "They always change from town to city.
- They share the same roots, but details change. Usually
- nothing drastic: Behave, Listen, Obey."
- "Huh," Sekher rubbed at his face. "And why be
- prepared to fight?"
- "That," she grinned, "is something you'll have to learn
- for yourself. Now rest up and get some food in you." She
- stood, stretched, and yawned. "I'm going to wash off."
- "Watch where you step," Nersi warned.
- "You're starting to sound like Chaiila," Sekher pointed
- out.
- "Ah, shave you," Chaiila spat with a grin.
- Sekher returned the grin and took another mouthful of
- rich meat, watching her gather up a cloak and blanket and move
- off into the bushes and darkness toward the sound of running
- water.
- Nersi glanced at him then away again.
- The fire crackled away industriously as wet wood
- popped and spat. Seth'Nai was sitting cross-legged at the
- periphery of the light, toying with the thing strapped to his wrist,
- occasionally glancing up at them. Sekher concentrated upon
- eating. She had been right: he was starving.
- "You enjoyed yourself this night?" inquired Nersi.
- "Huh?"Sekher looked up with juices dribbling down his chin.
- "Oh. . . Oh, yes . . .sure."
- "You don't sound so sure," Nersi smiled.
- Sekher wiped his muzzle with a sweep of his forearm
- and considered. "It was. . . unexpected."
- Nersi sighed."She didn't mean to scare you like that."
- "Huh?" Sekher looked shocked. He was almost
- convincing; almost, but not quite.
- "Don't, Sekher," she warned him. "I can see it and smell
- it. She had your ruff on end, didn't she."
- Sekher's hand moved to run across the back of his
- neck before he remembered, so instead he hugged his arms
- around his chest. "Hai, she surprised me."
- Nersi snorted. "Did she now? Don't worry about it,"
- she assuaged the male. "She does things like that, like chasing
- off after a male who was probably dead. Impulsive." Nersi sighed
- and shifted to stretch her sore leg out before her, pressing
- against the bandage. That run after Seth'Nai had left it aching.
- Would it ever be the same?. . .
- "She could have said something," said Sekher.
- "It doesn't work like that," Nersi tried to explain, then
- shrugged helplessly. "She probably didn't know either. It can
- just. . . happen."
- Sekher was just staring at her. "I don't understand,"
- he replied, still sounding defensive.
- "Sekher, she chose you. As I said, she's impulsive and
- can be blunt to the point of callousness, but she's a thrifty one
- when it comes to dealing out emotions. You're the only male I've
- ever seen her get so. . . close to. She certainly never meant to
- scare you away."
- "Huh! Yeah, well if that's how she shows affection. . . "
- Sekher grunted and tipped his ears. "It's like an affectionate
- shen: a friendship that could crush you!"
- Nersi chuckled and Sekher took another mouthful,
- chewing thoughtfully.
- When Chaiila returned her fur was still damp. She
- looked around the other Trenalbi's faces, as if well aware that they
- had talked about her during her absence. It was a look that
- Sekher found himself unable to meet. So instead he turned his
- back on the pair and found a hollow among Scellerian tree roots
- where he hunkered down and pulled his blanket close. Several
- deep breaths and he felt his heartbeat slowing, his nictitating
- membranes drawing across his eyes.
- "Sekher," said Chaiila's voice.
- "Huh?" he snapped back to awareness to look across
- the campfire to where the females were beginning to drift.
- "What?"
- They both blinked at him. "What?" asked Chaiila.
- "You said something."
- They looked at each other. "Ahh. . . No."
- "Sekher," said Nersi's voice, but Nersi hadn't spoken.
- As one their heads turned toward Seth'Nai. He ducked
- his head and growled, the sound followed almost immediately
- by coherent words from his wrist, a jumble of words and voices:
- his own, Chaiila's, Nersi's: "Sekher. Chaiila. Nersi," He looked
- from one to the other as it spoke their names. "Can't. Talk help I
- you."
- A branch in the fire popped and hissed.
- "Huh!" Sekher finally choked out. "It's been quite a
- night, huh?"
- --\o/--
- Standing unobtrusively at the back of the room with
- another advisor and that priest, Nerfith watched, the striped tip of
- his tail twitching almost imperceptibly.
- The two males standing standing so casually before
- Kissaki's desk were the source of his distaste, their cloaks
- sweeping the floor, armour lacquered black against the elements.
- One towering, massively built, the flesh beneath his fur layered
- with slabs of muscle and scars, the other a nondescript fawn-
- furred slender male with notched, black-tipped ears and almost
- delicate hands
- automatically searching for the hilt of a sword he was forbidden
- to carry this close to the High Lord. Bounty Hunters! Nerfith's lip
- spasmed in distaste.
- The smaller one was the voice of the pair, and he used
- his words well. It had surprised Nerfith, noticing that this
- lowlife's words echoed a trace of a higher teaching. He failed to
- quite place the accent, but it seemed to be eastern, maybe one of
- the towns further in toward the hub; perhaps a highborn who'd
- lost his standing due to clan feud. It happened.
- And at the moment he was addressing the High Lord.
- "If I hadn't seen the damage for myself I might have
- some trouble believing this," he said with a slight grin. "And
- they. . . overcome twenty battlegroups?"
- Kissaki stared at him with his ears laying back into the
- dark fur of his ruff. "You have been given all the details we have
- seen fit to give you. There are four fugitives, two of them
- possibly female Trenalbi, one shaved male of noble birth, and
- something else. We do not know what it is, but it is the
- dangerous one. It is the one we want. The others, all I want is
- their hides."
- The Hunter laid his head to one side."Four. That's quite
- a contract."
- "For which you are being paid quite adequately,"
- Kissaki hissed. "You are good, I know that, but not uniquely
- so." He emphasized that word 'uniquely'.
- The other smiled. If he had been making a bid for more
- cash, the look in the High Lord's eyes stalled him and he wisely
- passed the opportunity by with a casual wave of his hand. "Of
- course, High One. May I ask what resources will be at our
- disposal?"
- Kissaki stared at the pair, then gestured curtly toward
- the Priest who stepped forward with a rustle of robes and
- acknowledge the High Lord, "Sire," then produced a scroll case
- from within his sleeve and turned to address the Hunters. "This
- document is signed and marked with the Council's seals. It details
- your assignment and will ensure the cooperation of the
- Priesthood across the world, also giving you limited credit for
- purchase of Temple goods."
- The Hunter took the black leather case, hefted it, then
- hooked it to his belt.
- "Watchkeeper," Kissaki waved Nerfith.
- "Sire," he bowed stiffly as he stepped forward. "Sir, are
- you sure. . . "
- Kissaki growled, deep and long, shutting Nerfith's
- mouth instantly. "You've had your chance, Watchkeeper," he
- snarled. "You lost it. Now get on with it!"
- "Yessir," Nerfith succeeded in keeping his ears from
- wilting; barely. The Hunter was casually waiting, not bothering
- to hide the amused expression plastered across his face. He
- took the scroll case with a poor parody of a salute. Nerfith let his
- lips part to flash a glimpse of white teeth before handing the
- scroll case he carried over. "This is signed and sealed with the
- Royal crest. It'll make sure you have the full cooperation of any
- Lord in the Ch'sty demesnes. It also requires that any garrison or
- other military body aid you in any way, provided it is relevant
- to your duty. Understand?"
- "Yessir," the Hunter smiled.
- Kissaki spoke again. "Now you know what is required,
- start moving. Watchkeeper, accompany them and see they have
- whatever they need." He paused. "Any questions?"
- "One." This time it was the large one that spoke. "This
- thing you want us to return. . . Ah, just what condition do you
- want it in?"
- "Alive," the High Lord replied. "As long as it is in a
- condition we can work with."
- "Understood." The tall Hunter bowed. "Alright Sire,
- you will have your creature."
- Once outside Kissaki's private offices their weapons
- were returned. Nerfith watched as the small Hunter sheathed his
- rapier and slung a flail-blade from his belt. His partner slung the
- long wooden tube of a heavy darter over his shoulder and took
- up a two-handed sword. Steel, as Nerfith had noted earlier.
- "How can you afford steel?" he asked.
- The smaller one grinned. "Hai, Watchkeeper. Just
- because you can't do your job, doesn't mean we aren't capable
- of handling ours. We get by."
- Nerfith's ears and ruff went tight against his skull.
- "Alright," he hissed. "Take your documents to the
- quartermaster. Get what you need, then get your mangy hides out
- of my town!"
- --\o/--
- "Day not many I/we travel/go."
- Seth'Nai was improving rapidly. His syntax was
- indescribably terrible, but his vocabulary was increasing at a
- phenomenal rate. It seemed he never forgot anything he heard; or
- rather the device on his forearm didn't. He had also settled upon a
- voice to use. Now, instead of repeating words in a mangled
- collection of Sekher's, Chaiila's, and Nersi's voices, he had -
- with Nersi's patient assitance - chosen male tones that Chaiila had
- grudgingly admitted sounded more pleasant than the creature's
- features.
- "You mean it is not far?"
- Nersi was speaking slowly to Seth'Nai, and even so there
- was a pause before he tried to respond. He growled and words
- came from his wrist: "Yes. Far not."
- "No, no. It is not far," Nersi corrected him.
- Seth'Nai looked confused. He touched the speaking
- bracelet and the next time he made noises the device didn't speak.
- Sekher stroked the worn leather of the reigns between
- his finger pads. The Shen grunted and tossed its head slighty,
- feeling for any slack. Sekher tightened his grip. When he touched
- claws to its flanks it obediently stepped up its placid pace to
- move alongside Nersi and whickered at her mount.
- "He's learning," Sekher said.
- "Hmmm?" The breeze toyed with Nersi's ruff as she
- turned to squint at him. "Huh! Ya, he's learning all right." She
- glanced at the creature. "He's trying to ask questions now, but
- he still doesn't know enough to answer."
- "You mean, What is he?"
- "How'd you guess,"she barked a laugh. The sound was
- echoed by the creature. Both Trenalbi stared.
- "Sekher," the creature acknowledged him, then asked,
- "Means what?" Again it sounded a laugh.
- "Ah," Nersi looked at Sekher, "How do you explain
- that?"
- Seth'Nai waited, his shen plodding along.
- Nersi scratched her neck. "A Laugh. . . Like a smile," she
- began.
- "Smile?" Seth'Nai asked.
- "Smile," Nersi repeated. "Ah, means happy/amusement."
- "Understand!" Seth'Nai bobbed his head. "Smile big
- laugh is."
- "Yes," Nersi smiled her approval and Seth'Nai bared
- his teeth. The female turned to Sekher and said, "Well I learned
- something: that's his smile."
- "Showing teeth?" Sekher twitched in surprise. "That's
- perverse!"
- "I know," Nersi agreed. "Strange."
- Sekher scratched at his nose where sun-reddened skin
- was peeling, then leaned forward in his saddle so he could see
- the creature clearly. "Hai! Seth'Nai."
- The pale eyes and face turned to watch him.
- "Where are you from?" Sekher asked. "Ah? Where. . .
- You. . . From? Up there?"
- Both he and Nersi saw it. When he pointed at the sky
- the creature flinched violently, staring at him with wide grey eyes.
- Then he kicked his shen and moved ahead to ride by himself.
- Nersi blinked at the creatures back, then turned to
- Sekher. "Do you really think it comes from. . . " she pointed up.
- "I don't know," Sekher admitted. "One thing though: I
- reckon he understands a lot more than he lets on." He shifted
- on his saddle as his tail twitched. "I think it might be a good idea
- to be careful what we say around him."
- --\o/--
- The small group spent the following night sheltering
- among the collapsed and overgrown ruins of a long-forgotten
- Trenalbi settlement while a storm flashed and thundered outside.
- Chaiila had been fortunate enough to stumble across the
- remains of a garden from where she dug up several tongueroot
- tubers. When cleaned and baked the roots took on the flavour of
- spiced bread.
- Yet still Seth'Nai refused to eat them, claiming he, "Not
- can eat."
- So much for him being a grass-grazer.
- Morning found the storm abated, yet the sky still
- overcast and despite the best efforts of the Lightbringer, a
- persistent slow drizzle soaked cloaks, trickled down necks and
- kept the ground beneath shens' hooves soggy. It was, Sekher
- thought, a thoroughly unenviable way to travel.
- The rain, as did all things, passed. The Lightbringer
- continued on its path. Another night passed. . .
- --\o/--
- The western Ramparts were visible on the horizon, like
- a distant, hazy grey line stretching from one side of the
- grasslands to the other. From here to that distant line lay the
- rolling expanses of the green-gold sunlit central plains. It was in
- places like this that you could look around and convince
- yourself that there wasn't a city, a town, a village, or a house in
- the entire world.
- Sekher settled back in his saddle, rocking with the
- shen's gait. It was starting to worry him: the further they
- travelled westward, the further from Che they went. He was well
- aware that the Chy'sty troops would be watching all borders
- for them, especially for a shaved male travelling with a daemon,
- but still he had to get back. Still, Seth'Nai had been leading them
- for the past couple of days. The path they followed was a
- convoluted one, sometimes moving west, then leading north
- again, always avoiding any sign of Trenalbi. He seemed to
- have some destination, but too much further and they'd have
- their backs to the Ramparts.
- He flicked the stub of a claw along his forearm, pleased
- at the down-like new fur that was growing there. Still like a cub's
- pelt, but it was growing. Give it time. Cracking a jaw-breaking
- yawn he flicked an ear toward where Chaiila was talking with
- Seth'Nai. They were riding a slight distance from the other two
- and keeping their voices low, so Sekher was unable to hear
- exactly what was being said. Chaiila sounded. . . embarrassed?
- Seth'Nai. . . Well, Seth'Nai seemed to be getting grasp on the
- concept of grammar; now some of the things he said almost
- made sense.
- Almost.
- Sekher shrugged at the absurdity of it all and let himself
- slip down into drift, letting the memories of the past insinuate
- themselves from the depths of his mind. . .
- . . . the book flying across the room in a flutter of
- pages before striking the wall. "I don't want to do this," he
- scowled petulantly. "It's boring!"
- The Teacher sighed wearily and hauled himself to his
- feet to retrieve the valuable book. His grey furred hands calmly
- dusted it off and set it back on the claw-scarred desk before
- Sekher. "Youngling, you have to."
- "Why!" Sekher sulked.
- "You know why." The Teacher returned to his chair,
- lowering his age-worn body carefully. . .
- . . . Sekher cocked his head to look up at the bulky
- stranger who bustled around the dusty library, sorting out the
- precious collection of books and parchments. "Where's
- Teacher?" he demanded.
- The male stopped what he was doing and smiled a
- careful smile at Sekher. It didn't fool him, Teacher had taught him
- too well for that. "I'm Teacher now, cub," this new male
- explained. "Old Hiler won't be coming any more."
- "Why?" Sekher didn't understand. "Doesn't he like me
- anymore?"
- "Yes, of course he does. . . You know he has been ill. . . "
- Sekher stood watching the sparks from the funeral pyre
- spiralling upwards to join the specks in the Well. He found it
- difficult to understand what was happening. He saw his sire on
- the far side of the flames, his head bowed and ears low, a small
- length of blue cloth in his hands, like the one Sekher was
- wearing, a gift from his Teacher. And Sekher watched as his sire
- approached the fire and threw the cloth into. . .
- . . . he heard a strange cry. Looking out through the bars
- of the cage he saw. . .
- Sekher snapped from drift with a sudden intake of breath
- and looked wildly around, not quite able to believe his eyes.
- Their shen were now plodding along a rutted track alongside a
- small pool fed by rivulets of water still remaining from the last
- rains. Eroded banks rose above them to their right, tufts of
- grass and scratchbush sprouting at their rims. The track was
- worn, obviously used and littered with rocks tumbled from the
- banks around them. He knew this place!
- Seth'Nai halted his shen and swung down from its back,
- then began poking around the debris at the bottom of the
- embankments. Sekher dismounted also and trotted after the
- creature. "Wait! Hai!" Seth'Nai looked around as Sekher
- slapped his shoulder. "Why'd you bring us back here, ah?!"
- "Che!"
- Sekher turned at the shout, leaving Seth'Nai with his
- mouth hanging open. Chaiila was glaring at him, her ears back.
- "You know where we are? Why don't you share it with us!"
- "I don't know!" he protested. "I mean, I know this is
- where the Chy'sty caught him, but I don't know. . . "
- "They caught him here?" Nersi looked around with a
- puzzled expression. "What was he doing in such a Gods forsaken
- place?"
- "Visiting relatives?" Chaiila suggested, then scowled.
- "Male, did we come all this was just for this?!"
- Sekher shrugged, then looked at Seth'Nai: "Well? Why
- did you come here? Why. . . are..we. . . here?!"
- The angular shoulders heaved. "I come. Look."
- "Look?" Sekher blinked. "At what? For what?!"
- Seth'Nai made a meaningless little gesture with his
- hands, then ran those fingers through his head fur. It had grown,
- Sekher had noticed, along with the face fur. He stared at
- Sekher, studying him, then looked around the weather-worn little
- valley. "Different now, ah?" the creature asked Sekher. "Afraid
- not. No. . . " he moved his hands in a square shape over his
- head then drew lines in front of his face.
- "Cage," Sekher supplied.
- "Cage," the other said, bobbing his head. "No cage."
- "But why here?!" Sekher demanded.
- Storm-grey eyes met his. "Stop here, not long. Go.
- Not. . . far."
- "We've got further to go?" Sekher exclaimed. "How
- far?!"
- The creature's shoulders heaved again, then he returned
- to poking through dirt and rocks, tumbled scrub. The two
- females dismounted, stretching to ease out the kinks and aches
- left from the long ride. Sekher turned to them to ask, "Answer
- your question?"
- "In a roundabout sort of way; yes," growled Chaiila
- in exasperation. "Why is it impossible to get a straight answer
- from that thing?"
- "Why don't you ask him?" Sekher suggested.
- She didn't even bother to look at him. "Unfunny, Che."
- Seth'Nai kicked a couple more rocks aside, finding only a
- scuttler that blinked up at him, then scuttled off in a flash of
- green scales. Then Seth'Nai turned to peer into the murky water
- and for a few beats Sekher thought it planned to go wading
- around in there, but the creature growled something that the
- device on his wrist garbled as, "¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ it! Done. We go?"
- Chaiila looked up from where she was sitting, chin on
- hand. "Why?" she snorted as she rose to her feet. "What can
- possibly beat this place for sheer excitement?"
- Sekher wasn't sorry to leave that place. It called back too
- many uncomfortable memories. He shuddered, then nudged the
- shen and moved up alongside Seth'Nai whose mouth twitched as
- he bared teeth. "Not far."
- "Not far. Right," Sekher sighed, then cocked his head to
- one side to ask, "How did they catch you?"
- "They ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ me. I fool. I fall," Seth'Nai pointed at one of
- the cliff tops and indicated a bouncing path down the nearly
- sheer face. "¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ in cage. You looking at me."
- "Seth'Nai, what ARE you?"
- The creature turned away and scratched at his ear. For a
- few beats Sekher believed he wouldn't reply, then the voice said,
- "You wait. I show you. You wait."
- --\o/--
- So Sekher waited.
- They left the trail behind and struck out in a westerly
- direction. That pathetic little trace of civilization vanished into
- the grasses and left the grasslands to the scattered herds of
- Longrazers that drifted across it on their yearly migration,
- Hitherdarts perched on the backs occasionally taking to the air
- to peruse among the swarms of insects. In the sky above the
- clouds shared the azure emptiness with the remote specks that
- were Broadwings, searching the grasslands for their next meal.
- Sekher shifted awkwardly on his mount. With only two
- saddles for the shen they had to take it in shifts, and at this
- moment was his turn to use one of the worn coarse-weave
- blankets in lieu of a saddle. It wasn't a very satisfactory
- substitute.
- He stole a surreptitious glance across at Chaiila to see
- how she was doing. Drifting? No, just staring off into the
- middle distance, one hand absently stroking her abdomen.
- Thinking. About what? Sekher wondered.
- That night?
- And he wondered also, not for the first time. Had his
- seed taken? Was she going to bear? Gods! He, Sekher Che,
- siring cubs. . . the concept was. . . not an idea he'd ever harboured
- before. How long would it be before she knew for sure? He
- glanced at her again and wondered if she would let him be with
- her for the pouching. Male or female? Pray for male. How
- different would life be knowing there was a small part of him living
- on in the world?
- Perhaps he may even get around to meeting them some
- day. Huh. If, if, if. There was no way to be certain and it was a
- sure waste of time to worry over something that may never be.
- When the time was right surely Chaiila would. . .
- "GODS!"
- He almost fell off his shen in shock at Nersi's scream.
- "What are you. . . " Chaiila began, then gasped, "Oh,
- shave it! Not again!"
- From their left, moving fast up the flank of a rolling hill
- to meet them. It was a low, blocky thing that was all angled
- planes, about the size of a shen, a mottled yellow-brown that
- blurred into the grasses and scrub behind it. Six blackrimmed
- wheels sent clods of earth flying as it sped over the rough
- ground, the only noise it made was the crackling of crushed
- foliage. It slowed as it approached, a turret on its top deck
- rotating to keep several dark slots pointed their way. About
- fifteen paces away it stopped, waiting.
- "Another one," Chaiila growled, hauling her shen back
- to huddle with the other two Trenalbi. "How many of them are
- there? Where're they coming from?!"
- "It looked like it was waiting for us," said Nersi, staring
- at it with pupils huge and square. "One beat it wasn't there, the
- next it. . . I only saw it when it started moving. It looked like a
- rock."
- Seth'Nai was watching their reaction with another
- confoundedly opaque expression. He bared his teeth then
- reigned his shen around to ride back to them. "Is alright. Is
- friend," he assured them with another flash of teeth. As if
- THAT would reassure. . .
- "Cousin," Chaiila started as Nersi nudged her shen
- toward the thing. "Careful. . . "
- Nersi rode close. The turret on the thing turned to track
- her as she leaned forward and tapped it with a claw, then she
- looked at Seth'Nai. "Metal. Machine?"
- "No understand," he said.
- "Like that?" she pointed at his wrist. "Tool. Machine."
- "Like this," he held up his arm. "Yes. Like this. "He
- tapped the thing on his wrist and the next time he spoke his
- voice boomed out of the wheeled thing. "Like this. All one. All
- same. Joined."
- Nersi jerked back in alarm.
- "Sorry," Seth'Nai's voice sounded again, at more
- normal levels and from the right place.
- Nersi's lip twitched to flash teeth and this time it was
- Seth'Nai who appeared discomforted. "Not far now,ah?" she said.
- "No. Not far,"he replied then turned his shen around and
- set off again. The machine waited.
- The Trenalbi hesitated, then Nersi followed Seth'Nai,
- then Sekher followed her tracks. There was another pause
- before he heard a muttered curse, then the snort as Chaiila clawed
- her shen into motion. With a crackling of scratchbush beneath
- wheels, the machine rolled after them.
- --\o/--
- Atop a broad, windswept hilltop littered with twisted
- scratchbush and weather-worn rocks Seth'Nai stopped his shen
- then threw back his head and let out a howl that set Sekher's skin
- to crawling and caused his mount to balk.
- "That's it," moaned Chaiila, spreading her arms as if
- appealing to the Gods. "It's gone mad!"
- "Huh! Well something's got him excited," said Nersi.
- "Anyone curious?"
- Seth'Nai was waiting for them, his face contorted in a
- grin fit to petrify cubs. As the Trenalbi approached he waved his
- arm in a broad sweep as if offering to them the land that lay ahead.
- They stopped and stared, squinting, at a distant
- shape squatting on a hill.
- "So, what is it?" Chaiila asked.
- "Can't really tell," confessed Sekher. "Looks like a hut
- of some kind. . . To far to see."
- "Seth'Nai," called Nersi. "Is that it?"
- The creature looked at her and the grin wavered,
- then vanished. "Yes. Go there. Please. Not you. . . you do not be
- afraid. Not hurt you. No afraid." He stretched out a hand to her,
- "Please, trust?"
- Nersi glanced at Sekher, then Chaiila, then nudged her
- shen forward and touched the outstretched hand. "All right.
- Trust." Seth'Nai's pale digits closed around her hand, squeezed,
- then released her. Without further ado he awkwardly reigned his
- shen around and started it trotting toward the far-off structure.
- The Trenalbi exchanged glances and set off after him.
- It was Chaiila that noticed they were being watched.
- "Over there," she pointed at a bush. Something small
- and many-legged scuttled for the cover of shadows. "Also,
- have you noticed anything strange about that broadwing?"
- Sekher looked up at the circling flyer. "No. . . It has been
- up there a long time, ah?"
- "Yeah, they don't usually hang around one place like
- that unless there's something dying, then there's plenty more than
- one of the greedy bastards. . . Look! There!"
- Sekher snapped his head around in time to see a
- small, silver thing scuttling through the grass on six jointed
- legs. Small glassy eyes stared back at him then it was gone
- behind a rock.
- "Ka!" Chaiila was coughing in distaste. "What in all the
- hells was THAT?!"
- "Another of Seth'Nai's toys?" Sekher suggested. "He's
- got eyes everywhere."
- "Huh!" Chaiila was still staring at the spot where the
- thing had disappeared. "Do you you think that's why he was
- telling us not to be scared?"
- "Uh. . . " Sekher wasn't watching her. "No."
- "No?"
- "No. Huhn. . . I think THAT'S why." Sekher pointed
- ahead, noticing without a great deal of surprise that his finger was
- trembling.
- Chaiila looked and her ruff went flat.
- The structure they'd seen earlier wasn't a hut. It was
- simply the top of something bigger.
- Much bigger.
- Not quite the size of a garrison stronghold, although
- coming close, it nestled in a trail of torn, churned earth. A
- nearby hill had had its crest violently removed and scattered
- around the construction. Cliff-like walls of a white material
- etched with peculiar markings rose a sheer forty paces into the
- sky. Its flat apex was topped by a ridge running from one tapered
- end to the flared other and bristling with peculiar projections.
- That ridge rose above the hilltops. That was what they'd seen.
- "A hut of some kind." Chaiila braked, then began
- chittering. "A hutttttt. . . "
- She was chittering still as Seth'Nai led them down
- toward the edifice. Only as its shadow fell over them did she fall
- silent. It was there that Seth'Nai dismounted and bade them do he
- same. None of the Trenalbi spoke as they followed suit,
- mutely unloading the weary, nervous shen of cargo and tack,
- then hobbling them and setting them free to graze. They
- continued on foot.
- Sekher could feel his ears stuck firm to his skull, his tail
- as rigid as a moss-covered stick. It loomed. . . it towered above
- them. The torn earth around them was littered with tracks of all
- kinds, flattened where heavy wheels had rolled. As they moved
- closer Sekher was able to see the whole structure was raised off
- the ground on four huge constructions of struts and beams that
- vanished into slots in the underbelly. The area was alive, was
- seething, with scurrying shapes, some tiny, multilegged things,
- others large wheeled things the size of wagons, others with no
- means of support visible at all. Metal glinted and clanked and
- grated among the shadows as the things darted about their tasks.
- Trails of twisted cables and wisps of smoke came from dark
- tunnels bored into the ground. A large wheeled vehicle would
- approach a hole, line itself up, then roll down into the tunnel and
- out of sight. Away in the distance there were metallic clashing
- noises. Periodically a high screeching sound could be heard
- accompanied by a shower of sparks from the far end of the
- edifice.
- The Trenalbi had fallen into shocked, absolute,
- silence, staring upwards with square eyes as they moved
- beneath that incredible mass. Sekher cringed as a wheeled
- monstrosity of battered metal rolled towards him then smoothly
- detoured around to continue on its way. Chaiila yipped and
- skipped into the air as a scuttling silver thing on legs skittered
- underfoot. Nersi was staying close by Seth'Nai with one hand
- clutching almost unconsciously at his arm as he strode arrow-
- straight through the madness.
- Between the massive front legs a thick ramp led down
- from a door in the underbelly of the behemoth. The opening was
- easily the size of a peasant's small cottage and flanked by odd
- symbols, black and yellow stripes, and flashing lights. The
- ramp was metal, solid metal, and cold against Sekher's toes as
- they started up. At the top a vehicle with four solid jointed legs,
- flashing red lights, and a cluster of powerful arms was standing
- motionless. As soon as they were out of the way it clattered down
- the ramp.
- Sekher was beginning to feel ill. Too much strangeness!
- Too fast!
- And this chamber!
- There was metal. Everywhere metal! Gods! There wasn't
- this much hard steel in the world! It glittered, it clattered.
- Flashing red and orange lights reflected from polished surfaces
- and spills of liquid. The floor was a mesh of metal grids that
- were uncomfortable to stand on. Above, the ceiling was hidden
- behind convolutions and clusters of tubes and beams and
- stranger things. Walls were dark, broken faces of shadowy
- alcoves and dazzling lights, dark metal glistening with
- condensation, clusters of small glass squares blinking green
- lights. Small machines with six legs scuttled across the floor,
- walls and ceiling with equal facility. The air was heavy with the
- tangy scent one smelled before a storm, along with other less-
- definable scents and also the faint, underlying spice of Trenalbi
- fear. Booming noises reverberated as larger devices manoeuvered.
- Sparks flew as brilliant lights flared in the distance.
- At Sekher's side, Chaiila's eyes were eclipsed by the
- milkiness of her nictitating eyelid. Her lips moved soundlessly
- and she walked as if in drift, clutching her saddlebag and
- stumbling occasionally on the awkward footing. With nowhere
- else to go, the Trenalbi followed Seth'Nai as he led them through
- the dim confusion to a section of wall that, at a touch from his
- hand, slid aside in a spill of cool, clean white light.
- The noise was abruptly cut off as the door closed
- behind them. There was a small room with white walls and floor
- and another door in the far wall. Beyond was an octagonal
- corridor and more metal, more of that accursed grillwork on the
- floor. No noise, save for a soft, pervading hum. The light
- coming from rectangular panels set along the ceiling and walls
- was bright and even, with none of the flickering or smoking so
- characteristic of oil or wood.
- Another metal door - incredibly thick - slid aside with a
- high whine as they approached and they entered a room with
- several more similar doors around its periphery. The walls were
- covered with what looked like small cupboard doors and nets
- clamped pieces of what could be either machinery or art or junk
- to the floor. Seth'Nai slapped his hand against a glowing
- triangle beside a door and after a pause the door hissed and slid
- back into the wall. The room beyond was small, and with no
- apparent exit. It resembled a cell. Seth'Nai stepped in and
- looked back at the reluctant Trenalbi. "Come," he said, beckoning.
- "Uh-uh," Chaiila took three steps backward. "No. . . I'm
- not going in there!"
- Seth'Nai's forehead wrinkled. "Please. Come."
- "No." This time it was Nersi who spoke against him.
- "Seth'Nai, not until you tell us: What IS this place!?"
- Seth'Nai blinked and rubbed at his chin. "Is ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨."
- The words sputtered into incoherence. "Is my home," he said
- again. "I am ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨. Come, I show you."
- None of the Trenalbi moved.
- "Nersi?" Seth'Nai appealed. "Please, is safe."
- She hugged the saddlebags she was carrying close to
- her chest, her claws scoring the leather, then uttered a strangled
- sound and stepped forward to stand beside the creature. She
- flinched as Seth'Nai laid a hand among the fur on her shoulder
- while they waited.
- Sekher looked at Chaiila. "You really want to wait
- around here?"
- Chaiila's ears went back and she huddled close by
- Sekher's side as he walked across the threshold. Seth'Nai's mouth
- twisted up and he tapped a symbol on the wall. The doors
- thumped shut, they jumped then abruptly Sekher staggered. It
- was as if someone had dropped a weight on his shoulders and to
- judge by Nersi and Chaiilas' startled yelps they felt it too. As
- quickly as the feeling came it turned, like his guts were floating,
- then he staggered as they dropped back into place. The doors
- opened and the Trenalbi, all three, leapt out, the fear-stink
- pouring out after them.
- Seth'Nai shook his head and picked up the bags the
- Trenalbi had dropped before joining them.
- This wasn't where they'd entered. . . !
- What?!
- Sekher stared, trying to understand. The room was
- gone, as was the bare metal and noise. This was a corridor,
- octagonal like the others, but the wall were a clean white, washed
- with bright light. The discomfort underfoot was gone, the
- metal grids replaced by a beige floor covering softer than sand.
- The air. . .
- And Sekher inhaled deeply, curling his tongue to taste
- the scent the better. It was. . . strange. Fresher, for certain, but
- also laced with unfamiliar traces that told him nothing.
- It was less intimidating than the scenes they'd seen
- just beats earlier, but all these changes, one after the other. . .
- "All right?" Seth'Nai asked, touching his arm.
- Sekher sucked a lungful of air and shook his head to
- clear it. "I think so."
- "You be fine," Seth'Nai assured him. "Come."
- The floor covering was warm underfoot. Along the
- corridor walls were floor to ceiling white rectangles that could
- have been doors. Spaced along between them were pictures of
- things that made no sense to Sekher: brilliant balls of light
- beyond a desolate rock landscape; forests with strange
- plants and multicoloured creatures flying; a ball of blue and
- white and green suspended against black. . . There was simply no
- time to study them.
- And the room the corridor opened out into was enough
- to take his mind off such things.
- There was bright light, a room with a sunken section in
- the middle in which large cushions embellished with exotic,
- almost alien, designs were set. Boxes of what looked like glass
- were set around the rim of the sunken area, with dew beading
- on their inner faces. Sekher moved closer and saw a tiny bush,
- no. . . tree, set amidst immaculately kept sand.
- It was no plant he had ever heard of.
- Chaiila was staring at the windows situated around the
- room. Huge strips of glass from the floor to the ceiling, then
- Sekher realised that beyond the windows, instead of the
- plains, mountains and valleys surrounded them, the view was as
- if they were atop a high peak. Pictures again? No, they couldn't
- be; there were distant flyers riding the skies.
- There was a motion in the corner of his eye. He jumped
- again and shied back as one of the many-legged things scuttled
- up to him and just stood there, its glassy eyes locked on him.
- Another of the things approached the females who hastily backed
- away. "Ah, give bags," Seth'Nai told them. By now Sekher
- was certain the grin it gave at times like this bespoke
- amusement. Gods burn it!
- He stepped forward and handed over the weight of the
- saddle and tack, then unslung the bag. The forelegs came up and
- the feet seemed to. . . reform, parts slipping and realigning,
- turning into pincers that took the burden that was easily the same
- size as its carapace. Without a sound the things turned and
- scuttled off down another corridor.
- "Please," Seth'Nai waved a hand toward the cushions,
- "sit."
- An intimidated procession of Trenalbi moved across to
- sit. Their surprised yelps sounded as one as the cushions moved
- and shifted under them. They sat motionless, hardly daring to
- move while Seth'Nai left them and returned a few beats later
- bearing a tray with four glasses on it. He passed one to each of
- the Trenalbi, who cautiously sniffed them then looked at him.
- He took a sip then noticed their stares. "Just water,"
- he assured.
- Sekher plucked up the courage first. The glass was made
- of something that wasn't glass. It rattled against his teeth and
- the water tasted like. . . water. He stared at the cup, somewhat
- surprised at this mundanity.
- "Seth'Nai," Nersi leaned forward, holding her drink
- between her knees in shaking hands. "What. . . what is this. . .
- place?"
- The creature took another drink before answering.
- "My home," he said. "I come here. . . couple day before I see you,
- Sekher. I not know Trenalbi here. Mistake."
- "But this place! The metal! Where. . . ?" Nersi's mouth
- opened and closed as she tried to give voice to the logjam of
- questions.
- "I am a ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨." He frowned as his words were garbled.
- "What I do. I. . . dig. I find metal."
- "Miner," Sekher provided automatically, then shrugged
- when the females looked at him.
- "Yes, miner," Seth'Nai bobbed his head. "I have
- accident, have to come here, then find Trenalbi. Not . . . not what
- I wanted to do. Now I have to stay. Not able to leave for. . . two
- around Lightbringer."
- "Two around lightbringer?" Nersi puzzled.
- "Two years," Chaiila provided.
- "Two years, yes," Seth'Nai agreed.
- "Seth'Nai," Sekher leaned forward, his muzzle wrinkled.
- "You came a couple of days before you met me. How can you
- build all this," he swept an arm, "in just two days?!"
- Seth'Nai mulled that over, then shook his head. "Not
- make. I come in this."
- The Trenalbi exchanged glances.
- "From where?" Sekher asked.
- Seth'Nai stared at him.
- "BURN YOU!" Sekher howled. "Tell us! You drag us
- halfway across the Gods-spawned world, you owe us an
- explanation! I asked you before and you turned you tail: are you
- from the sky?!"
- Seth'Nai stared, his throat bobbed. He growled
- something, then said, very softly, "Yes."
- There was silence.
- "Are you a God?" Chaiila asked.
- Seth'Nai blinked. "What is a 'God'?"
- They looked at one another. What WAS a God?
- "Uh," Nersi scratched a ear, "a Creator. One of the
- Balance, the essence, the all. They are everywhere. They build
- the world, all life, the Lightbringer."
- Seth'Nai looked at one of the windows and growled
- something. There was an answering growl from nowhere and
- the window vanished, to be replaced by a smooth blackness on
- which lines of peculiar green symbols appeared. For a few beats
- Seth'Nai studied these, then said, "No. I am no God."
- "Then WHAT?!"
- He hung his head and the whole strange body heaved.
- Then, with a peculiar grimace he met Sekher's gaze with stone-
- grey eyes. "I am human," he said. That word, it was a sound
- never intended for normal mouths: low and moaning. "Like
- you are Trenalbi, I am human. I come from. . . ah, I think you
- call the Hole."
- They stared.
- "There," Seth'Nai grinned. "I have just broken all ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
- in the book telling you."
- "This. . . " Sekher choked, "Can you prove this?"
- Seth'Nai's other voice rumbled.
- The light dimmed, the windows vanishing, until only a
- minute glow lit the room.
- In the blackness a blue-white crescent swam into sight. Slowly it
- moved toward them, rotating until the appeared to hang above it
- as it slowly rolled below them.
- There were gasps from the Trenalbi as a rim of fire flared
- over the horizon and a brilliant white orb climbed above them.
- Below, white swirled and circled across blue, then the blue
- turned to browns and greens.
- The view tilted and the horizon shifted and began
- climbing the screen. Gradually the blackness began to fade to
- blue, to black, then back to blue. The whiteness reappeared,
- this time directly before them in a solid mass that ripped toward
- them in an eyeblink and parted. . .
- Clouds. . .
- The land below. . .
- Sekher watched, spellbound. He saw the world, the
- circle of mountains upon the face of that giant ball. Beyond
- the Ramparts. . . lands only dreamed of. It was as it had been back
- in the tower, the air above Seth'Nai's wrist shimmering with that
- blue-white ball. . .
- This.
- The sea, glinting like grey metal under the sun, flashing
- by too fast to follow, then land again, then the nightbound
- Ramparts. If the world was that big, yet appeared small on the
- face of the ball, and they had just circled it, then how FAST. . . ?!
- Clouds. This time black, threatening, and they were in
- them. Lightning flared, dazzling them. They were slowing, circling
- and dropping from the clouds and the ground was huge, coming
- up everywhere, a hill.
- Instinctively Sekher threw his arms up and the lights
- came on.
- Chaiila started chittering and gasping uncontrollably.
- Seth'Nai moved toward her, "She is all right?"
- "KEEP AWAY!" Chaiila yowled at him.
- A shaking Sekher touched the creature's arm. Seth'Nai
- turned toward him, his eyes. . . confused? "I am sorry," he said.
- "I didn't know. . . "
- "Please," Sekher said. "Just leave her for a while."
- The pale head bobbed. "For Chaiila and Nersi. There is a
- room to rest and wash. Another for you."
- Sekher tipped his head to the side. "That would be
- appreciated."
- The room was back down the corridor they'd entered
- by. Seth'Nai demonstrated how to open the door. Inside was a
- short corridor, just a couple of paces long where he touched a
- glowing square and the lights came on. As with the rest of
- Seth'Nai's domicile the room was odd, with angled walls panelled
- with a dark wood with a peculiar grain. Hanging plants nestled in
- recessed niches while above what looked like a chair and a desk
- of some black material, a wide window looked out over jagged
- mountains. Set at right angles to each other in the corners to the
- left of the door, two beds were set into alcoves in the wall.
- Shelves enclosed by a faint shimmering on another wall
- supported a multitude of small object. Spots of light from no
- discernible source were cast on the walls, illuminating the
- room in a comfortable light.
- Seth'Nai pointed at another door opposite. "Water in
- there," he said. "To wash. I show you how to use. . . "
- "Not now," Sekher stopped him. "Thank you, but can
- we rest now?"
- Seth'Nai blinked at him, then bobbed his head. "I
- understand. I go. If you have questions, just ask."
- "Ask who?"
- "Just ask." Seth'Nai waved an arm, "¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ will answer."
- "Oh," Sekher's ears wilted in confusion as Seth'Nai
- turned and left the room. The door made a hissing sound as it
- closed behind him. Sekher waited a few beats, then went to the
- door and pressed his hands against the pad in the wall. The
- door obligingly whipped open almost too fast to see. He waited
- and it shut again.
- Chaiila slumped on the edge of one of the beds,
- staring across the room at the window beyond which the
- mountains rose like jagged teeth to sink into the underbellies of
- clouds. Nersi had opened the other door and was poking around
- in the next room.
- Sekher sat down on the other bunk without speaking.
- Nersi's small bag of belongings had been set there.
- "Che?"
- Chaiila was regarding him with wide eyes. "How can you
- be so calm! How can you. . . Che, what's wrong with me?!"
- "Wrong? Chaiila, I'm as scared as you , we all are, you
- can smell it! There's nothing wrong with you. Chaiila, you
- smoothtalked your way into one of the most heavily guarded
- places in the world, then practically walked out again. You've
- weathered things that would have most Trenalbi shedding."
- "It has," she sighed glumly, reaching up to pull several
- strands of fur from her ruff. "That. . . picture he showed us. . .
- That was the world, wasn't it. He does come from the sky."
- Sekher's ears twitched. "Yah, but he is no god."
- From the adjacent room came the sudden sound of
- running water and an insulted yowl. Nersi emerged, dripping wet.
- "I think I just found the bath," she said sheepishly as she wrung
- her cloak out.
- Sekher caught his tail to stop it lashing and moved
- across to the desk while Nersi tried to dry herself. The chair
- would be uncomfortable; there was no provision for a tail. The
- desk was a featureless slab of something that wasn't stone or
- wood or metal. He leaned on it to examine the window behind it.
- "Does this view change too?"
- "Yes," said the desk.
- A bodylength from a standing start. In retrospect it
- wasn't a bad jump, but then a severe shock can be a great
- motivator. This was going beyond a joke, the thought spun
- through his head as he crouched panting hard; too many things
- were starting to speak.
- It had been Seth'Nai's voice, but he was nowhere to
- be seen."
- Who said that!" Sekher snarled. "Seth'Nai?!"
- "No."
- "WHO?"
- "I am ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ten-tens and five. Made thinking machine
- ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ at ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨. . . "
- "SHUT IT!" Sekher yowled.
- The voice stopped.
- "Now," he was trembling again, dammit all to the
- deepest hells, "you are not Seth'Nai."
- "Correct."
- "What was that you said. . . machine?"
- "Correct."
- Sekher's mind whirled helplessly. A. . . machine?
- Talking to him? No. A machine was a water-clock, an arbalest, a
- wagon. They didn't talk, they didn't think.
- Yet all those devices down below were working by
- themselves, with no guiding hand.
- He sank down on the chair, rubbing at the bristles on
- his face. Well, Seth'Nai had said to ask questions. . .
- "Do you have a name?"
- "To say your way may be 'first-female'. Or cooking tool."
- He frowned. "You're female?"
- "Not male or female. Just a name."
- He thought about it and supposed it made sense. "So. . .
- First, can you change the picture?"
- "Yes. To what?"
- "Show us a town."
- "I cannot do that," the machine replied.
- "What? Why?"
- "I am forbidden."
- Sekher's lip began to curl in a snarl and he glanced
- around at the other Trenalbi. Nersi had backed away and was
- watching warily, but with interest. Chaiila. . .
- Chaiila was curled in a ball up on the bunk, ears
- plastered flat, hands locked across her eyes.
- "Gods burn it. . . Show something restful; water,
- plains, something flat! Then shut it!" He spat the words, heedless
- of the result as he turned to Chaiila. Behind him the window
- flickered and they were looking out across a golden savannah,
- distant herds moving against a backdrop of purple cloud, the rain
- below nearly a solid column supporting them. The air in the room
- also seemed to change: he could almost smell rain and freshness.
- Chaiila flinched as he touched her shoulder. Her
- muscles felt like darter springs. "Chaiila? It's alright. You're safe.
- Ah? Come on, nothing's going to hurt you."
- She made a small sound.
- Slowly Sekher began ruffling the fur on her shoulder
- with his fingertips, carefully preening through it, then tongueing
- it smooth, tasting the dust, the dirt, her scent as he cleaned her
- slowly, the ancient way, then grooming again with his fingers and
- stubby claws. . .
- She rolled over and wrapped her arms around his
- neck, burying her muzzle against his chest. She didn't speak,
- didn't moved, neither did he; they just lay there, taking their
- comfort from the other's heartbeat.
- --\o/--
- Grooming.
- Nersi watched the pair huddled together on the
- bunk, Sekher's hands and teeth working at knots in Chaiila's dark
- ruff, feeling a peculiar wave of envy wash over her. She shook her
- head and smiled at the absurdity of it. Envy, huh! This Sekher
- was probably the best thing to happen to her for a long time and
- he had done a remarkable job in reassuring her. Amusing to
- think that only a couple of days ago he had never so much as
- touched a female before.
- She scratched at her still-damp arm, then looked at the
- window where rain was spattering soundlessly against the pane.
- For a few beats she stared, then left the others to their
- togetherness.
- The corridor was empty when she stuck her head out,
- no sign of Seth'Nai or anything else. There were other doors in
- the hall. She approached the next one down the corridor and
- touched the red triangle in the centre. Nothing happened. She
- frowned; did that mean she had done something wrong? or was it
- locked?
- She ran a finger over the smooth material the door was
- made of, thinking. Then she moved to the door opposite the
- room Chaiila and Sekher occupied. This time the portal slid
- aside at her touch, the sound and smell of water wafting out.
- Another strange room. Well, in general appearance it
- was similar to the other one, with the bed and window, but it
- differed in details. The floor covering was a different color, a light
- brown. The shelves were filled with an impressive number of
- books, enough to rival a royal library. The adjoining room was
- filled with misty clouds of steam that refused to cross the
- threshold.
- Cautiously, nervously, Nersi stepped inside, her feet
- soundless on the floor covering, tracing fingertips along the
- wall. She breathed out in awe at the books on their shelves,
- tucked safely away behind glass: So many, and with such a
- worn and ancient air about them. Seth'Nai's bag was tossed on
- one of the beds alongside a pile of clothing that would suit only
- something like that creature.
- A familiar low rumbling sounded above the running
- water. Nersi cocked her head, turning to regard the door to
- the adjoining steam-filled room curiously. What WAS he doing
- in there?
- Her third eyelid flicked out and briefly blurred her vision
- when she stepped through the door. She stopped to orientate
- herself, squinting through the murk. The white room was similar,
- not identical, but similar to the one in the other room. There was
- a small chamber like the one in which she had inadvertently
- drenched herself, Seth'Nai was standing beneath the shower of
- water, his back to her and face upturned to one of the jets.
- She studied him curiously. He really was different
- without clothing, and by the Gods, not having a tail looked
- strange. When he reached up to wipe water away from eyes you
- could see exactly how the muscles moved under that fragile hide.
- Then Seth'Nai turned and recoiled with a loud bark. "Uh.
- . . Hello," said Nersi.
- He sagged, leaning against a wall of the cubical, then
- glared and growled at her.
- "Oh, I startled you, ah?" she fought back a muzzle-
- twitching smile. "Sorry."
- He blinked at her with droplets of water running down
- his pale face, and she realised he couldn't understand her.
- Without his little device he was as deaf and dumb as the day she
- had met him. She remembered that; seeing him like an apparition
- through the smoke in the dungeon. Now, she was seeing him
- blurred through steam and there was none of that fear that had
- flooded through her. Almost hairless hide slick with water. He. . .
- He was he. . . she was jolted with shock and disbelief as she felt
- the stirrings deep within her, scents barely perceptible tinged the
- air.
- She looked away in a wave of embarrassment.
- "Ah, sorry," she mumbled again, abruptly anxious to be
- away and clumsy in her haste. Her claws didn't help, catching in
- piece of clothing left on the smooth floor, tangling around her
- feet, skidding out from under her and sending her over
- backwards into pouring water and a pair of smooth hands
- catching her under her arms before she had a chance to hit.
- "Gods burned clumsy fool," she berrated herself while
- sitting on the floor with water pouring down, soaking her and
- pooling around her and a weird male kneeling over her. She
- looked up into the grinning face of Seth'Nai. "That wasn't the
- most graceful thing you've ever seen, ah? Almost as bad as you.
- Thank the Pantheon you can't understand me."
- Still, she took the hand he offered and clambered to
- her feet to look down at herself in a mixture of disgust and
- amusement: fur sopping wet, her breeks soaked, both dripping
- trails of mud that swirled away down grills in the floor. That
- wave of emotion earlier, that had abated. . . .Ah, well, at least the
- water was warm. Wonderfully warm. She closed her eyes and
- sighed as the stream pulsed on her head, caressing her as she had
- never known water could.
- A few beats later Seth'Nai was helping her balance
- while she struggled out of grimy clothes that seemed to have
- grown to her. He threw them from the cubicle then helped her get
- clean.
- "Who would think to make water do this?" Her
- rhetorical question was unanswered and she kept tapping a claw
- against the small grid of squares marked with little pictures. Each
- one made the water come from different directions. A
- horizontal bar with a blue-to-red gradient let her change the
- pressure and temperature.
- "Hot or cold water," she grinned and changed the
- water to hot pulsating needles that struck her from head to toe.
- "Gods, that feels good. . . Higher. . . No lower, down there. . . "
- Seth'Nai rumbled something and moved the brush to
- scrub the spot between her shoulders where she pointed with her
- tail. The dirt was long gone down the drain and what with the
- grooming and the hot water, the knots in her muscles were going
- the same way. He took some time to examine the still-healing
- wound on her leg that still gave her twinges of pain when
- pressed. When she hissed in sudden pain he just patted her flank
- and left it.
- There were strangely scented liquids and soaps that
- Seth'Nai assisted in rubbing into her pelt, his fingers lingering
- and swirling through her fur. When rinsed out she smelled odd
- and her skin tingled, but her pelt felt. . . clean.
- Drying off was no ordeal. Nersi flinched when the the
- jets of water turned to blasts of hot air that buffeted her,
- insinuating itself beneath her fur in warm waves. She closed her
- eyes and let the wind wash around her. "You know," she
- sighed, "I think I could get used to this."
- Seth'Nai dried off a lot faster than she did. He left,
- taking her trail-stained clothing with him, returning shortly after
- with others that he left outside the cubicle for her.
- Nersi's fur was gleaming, her ruff puffed out in glorious
- golden disarray when she stepped from the booth. She picked
- up the clothes Seth'Nai had procured and examined them
- curiously; a pair of long breeches and a jerkin, both of unusual
- make and texture. She discarded the jerkin and tried the
- breeches. They were of a copper color that was almost metallic,
- with black angular markings down the legs and around the waist.
- Stretchable bands around the hips and legs stretched and held
- them in place as well as any belt could. The slot in the back
- wasn't fitted with clasps as with normal breeks, so she had to
- spend a short while threading her tail through.
- Seth'Nai looked up when she stepped out into the main
- room. He was sitting at the desk, wearing a loose-fitting, one-
- piece white garment that appeared to be breeches and jerkin in
- one. "Look better," he greeted her. His talk-device was once again
- strapped to his wrist.
- "Thanks," she replied. "Ah, there's something else I
- wanted to ask. . . "
- Seth'Nai listened, then his speaker barked a laugh. He
- took her back into the washing room and showed her the facilities
- she needed, then left, shutting the door behind him.
- It was an awkward and new experience. Still, she
- finished her business without misshap, touched the square
- Seth'Nai had shown her, then nearly hit the roof when warm
- water squirted up to clean her.
- When she finished she found Seth'Nai lounging back in
- the chair, his heels planted up on the black desk. He was
- avidly studying the window which now displayed a
- bewildering assortment of lines, symbols; a crosshatched-
- missmash of colors and shapes.
- "What is that?" Nersi asked.
- He looked up at her, then waved at the window and
- said, "A map. See." The lines filled in, becoming a view of the
- building they were in. As she watched it began rotating and
- spinning, showing every side.
- "First, ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨," commanded Seth'Nai. The image dissolved
- from a solid mass to a mess of lines again, then seemed to
- whip towards them and they were twisting and turning through
- corridors inside. Then the image solidified and Nersi saw a tiny,
- dark tunnel where a metal device wielded a brilliant blue flame
- that struck gouts of spark when it struck the wall. Seth'Nai
- spoke again and the picture flickered. Nersi found she was
- looking into a room where a Trenalbi and a peculiar creature were
- watching a window where a Trenalbi. . .
- Nersi shook her head and grimaced in shock. Hells, that
- WAS her! She wheeled, trying to find the eyes watching her. In
- the window the other figures copied her, down into infinity.
- She pointed at the desk, "What IS that?"
- His forehead furrowed. "Is a ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨. . . A part of the
- machine that runs," he made a gesture with his hands,
- "everything."
- "Like in the other room?" Nersi asked.
- "Yes. Same thing."
- "Does this also talk?"
- "Talk?" Seth'Nai blinked at her, then grinned. "You
- have already met First?"
- "Yah. . . What is it?"
- Seth'Nai sighed and leaned back. "Hard to explain. First
- is not a ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨; is only machine, a tool. It knows more than both of
- us together, but it cannot. . . feel. It only ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ think. You say
- something to it, it will do as you say. It can make only ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
- ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨." He scratched his chin, the corners of his mouth twisting
- down. "Burn it, I do not have the words to tell you."
- That brought to mind another thing Nersi had been
- wondering about: "You are talking much better suddenly."
- His shoulders heaved and he moved his arm to show
- her the device strapped to his wrist. "This is a machine like First,
- but much smaller. By itself it know only few words and
- makes mistakes, but when it is close enough to talk to First, it
- works better, no?"
- Nersi wasn't sure she understood that. All she grasped
- was that they had to be close to work. "But why do you need it
- to talk?"
- Seth'Nai looked startled. "Without it, you cannot hear me
- and I cannot hear you. Your speaking is too. . . high for me to
- hear." He grinned, "I see your mouth move, but nothing comes
- out."
- Nersi blinked. "And why did it take so long for you to let
- us know you COULD speak? Why didn't you say something
- back in the Ch'sty rim?"
- His head shook from side to side. "I could not. I had
- to. . . change this," he tapped the band around his forearm, "so
- it could hear you."
- "Oh," Nersi said, not entirely understanding that
- either. It was all stretching her capabilities to absorb. She licked
- her lips nervously. "You must have powerful priests to work such
- sorcery."
- Seth'Nai grimaced at his wrist, then looked at her. "I
- didn't understand that. What do you mean by 'sorcery'?"
- She clicked her claws together whilst gathering her
- thoughts before explaining it.
- He listened, his forehead furrowed. "No! No, not
- sorcery. There is no. . . magic."
- Huh, the way he said that. One would almost think he
- was denying magic existed at all!
- "It is just a machine," he continued. "We make it with
- our hands and what is up here," he tapped his head. "There is no
- magic or gods involved."
- "We?" Nersi asked. "How many of you are there?"
- His shoulders heaved. "I am not sure. Many. Very
- many."
- She cocked her head to one side. "Can you tell me
- about them? What is it like where you come from?"
- He looked back at her, then dropped his feet and
- leaned forward in the chair, hands dangling between his knees.
- "Nersi, I came here by accident. Things. . . happened. I have done
- many things I am not allowed to. Just having you here. . . "
- Her ears wilted. "I don't understand."
- "No, you wouldn't," he said softly. "The ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ is a big
- place. We have never met anything like your kind, but we
- had. . . rules to follow if we did. I have broken a lot of those
- rules."
- "Rules?"
- He waved a hand. "There were plans for the ways our
- kinds were to meet. Had to be. What happen if we just walk in
- and say 'hello'? ah? I think it may cause some trouble."
- "To say the least," Nersi agreed, then the realisation of
- what he was saying hit her. She stepped back in shock and
- sudden fear. "But you brought us here! You are telling me this!
- W. . . what are you going to do with us?!"
- Seth'Nai stood then, looming over her while his eyes
- locked with her's. "What I am going to do," he said, "is ask you,
- and your friends, to give me your word and keep your silence."
- Then he reached out and lightly rubbed the downy fur on her
- muzzle.
- Nersi's hand rose to touch the ruffled spot in her fur
- while she warily watched Seth'Nai.
- His mouth twitched again. "Nersi, I don't know how you
- keep going, but I've got to ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨. That didn't translate, did it?
- Never mind. . . Well, I cannot answer your questions now, but
- there is something that may help. First can show you a. . . moving
- picture that tells about my kind. Are you interested?"
- "Uh. . . yes," answered Nersi nervously.
- "¨¨¨¨¨¨¨," Seth'Nai bobbed his head and tapped at the
- desk. Burning green patterns flared within the dark surface and
- his pale blunt-clawed fingers flashed across them. "All right.
- Is yours. If you have more questions, ask First. It will answer
- as. . . simple. . . as it can. ¨¨¨¨¨¨? Just tell it when you are ready.
- Good night."
- Leaving her standing he rose and ambled across the
- room, where he stripped off his clothing and hung the garments
- in a concealed recess at the head of the bunk, then he
- practically fell into the bed.
- "Why do you have to do that all the time?" Nersi asked
- after him.
- Seth'Nai rolled over and blinked at her. "Do what?"
- "Do that." Nersi gestured uncertainly at the beds. Two
- beds in one room was certainly a luxury and waste of space that
- would seldom be incorporated into Trenalbi architecture. "Go
- unconscious all the time."
- He rolled onto his back and grinned at the ceiling of the
- alcove. "It is the way I am. I wonder why you never ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨. It
- seems impossible to me."
- "But drifting is. . . normal," Nersi pointed out.
- "To you. . . " He shook his head slightly and closed
- his eyes. "Have First show you. That should explain."
- Nersi stared as his breathing slowed and deepened.
- What kind of a life was it to spend half of it in an unconscious
- stupor? She hissed, then turned to the desk. Alright. "Ah, First?"
- "Yes?" the disembodied voice sounded. "Are you
- ready?"
- "No," she said, "but whatever you're going to do, do it."
- Lights dimmed and the mirror, cleared, fading to a black so deep
- Nersi felt she could fall into it. Tiny white specks gleamed steel-
- hard in the blackness. Slowly, a curved expanse of bluewhite
- rose into view. With a jolt Nersi realised it wasn't the view of the
- world that Seth'Nai had earlier shown them: the brown shapes
- were different and. . . and there was only a single daughter, a huge
- silver crescent rising beyond the curve.
- With all the ponderous, inexorable grace of clouds
- drifting over the plains that orb rolled beneath her, growing
- larger, filling the window, the brown curve of land directly ahead.
- Faded to black.
- The light rose on broad savannahs speckled with
- outlandish plants. The sky was a cobalt blue, the Lightbringer
- swollen and yellow. The carcass of a utterly unfamiliar animal lay
- in the grasses while a number of squat, four-legged animals that
- bore a disturbing resemblance to Trenalbi tore at it with powerful
- jaws.
- Then something disturbed the predators at their
- feeding.
- They began pacing around the carcass, snarling at
- something out of Nersi's field of view.
- Dark shapes appeared in the picture, screeching and
- scampering forward, retreating as a predator rushed them, then
- milling forward again. A predator turned, distracted for a
- second, and intruder dashed forward, knobbled white clubs rising
- and falling on the creature's flanks. It yelped and limped off, its
- tail tucked. Other beasts managed to snatch a few mouthfuls
- before also being driven away.
- Dark-furred creatures shuffled forward to gather around
- the carcass, tearing at the flesh, screeching and squabbling.
- Females and young hovered around the peripheries, occasionally
- diving in for a scrap.
- First's voice came as a shock:
- "Terra, long ago, long before there were writings or
- even talking. There were many different types of animals:
- giant predators, fast and strong, grass-eaters either huge and
- armoured or small and swift, but there was one creature, small
- and hairy that was different from the others in one, important
- way - it moved on two legs instead of four, leaving its hands
- free to gather food."
- One of the animals filled the screen, rearing up on its
- hind legs and seemingly staring back at her with dark eyes. Its
- hands. . . forepaws? clasped a bone. Nersi flinched as it
- brandished the bone above its head. Gods, that face. . . a small
- muzzle and nose, the round ears. She'd seen something vaguely
- like that before.
- It was lying in the bed behind her.
- The scene faded on the group dragging the carcass
- away.
- "It was much later they learned to use their hands to
- hold other things. Bones from dead animals were used as
- weapons for hunting, then, still later, a ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ human learned to
- break stones to make a sharp edge that could cut food."
- Another view appeared: a rocky arroyo with a group of
- the dark haired creatures gathered around the carcass of a
- longlegged furry animal. These were slightly different, being
- taller, far less hirstute and with features that resembled
- Seth'Nai even more. One of them was using a sharpened rock to
- sever a leg from the body.
- "With stone tools early humans were able to make use of
- new lands that were colder and less ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ than the ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
- warmlands where they had originated. They learned to work
- together to survive and the small groups they lived in became
- larger. They learned to tame fire."
- Another view: a narrow cave with a smoky fire
- sputtering in the opening. Again another group of the
- creatures. . . the humans. . . were different. Their fur was thickest
- in patches on the head and groin, elsewhere it was thin and
- limited. The ones with the visible sex organs were male, then
- the others must be females. Gods, strange. . . Still, even the
- males looked different from Seth'Nai: their skin blacker, the
- features coarser.
- First continued to herald the changes as they appeared
- in the window.
- Crude huts of animal skins clustered around a fire.
- Dusty cubs scrambled and tussled in the dust. Females ground
- food between rocks.
- A river where boats made from carved trees bobbed in
- the current.
- A male squatted before clay tablets, laboriously
- etching wedge-shaped markings.
- Later, cold plains: a string of the creatures wrapped in
- heavy furs and mounted on animals moved across the wind-
- blasted landscape towing their possesions in crude wagons.
- Nersi stared spellbound at the pictures, watching
- thousands of years unfolding before her. Seth'Nai's kind, from a
- beginning as simple animals, slowly growing, as a cub grows.
- There were towns, then cities. Buildings of white
- stone rising on verdant hillsides beside a glittering ocean.
- Roads stretched across the countryside. Strange looking ships
- set sail from ports to vanish over the horizon, unfettered by the
- lethal and unnavigable reefs that so restrained the Hub ports.
- Empires rose and fell across the continent, kingdoms so vast the
- World could be lost in them. From their ruins others would rise,
- only to disintergrate again.
- Castles rose over the landscape. The towns were
- masses of narrow houses surrounded by high walls, the narrow
- streets within congested and so uncomfortably familiar; like a
- Trenalbi city.
- There were wars. Mounted and armoured warriors and
- filthy foot-troopers fighting in muddy fields.
- A new continent was discovered. Settlements grew, then
- split away.
- More fighting.
- The cities grew. Huge smokestacks belched fumes.
- Machines growled and pounded. Incomprehensible amounts of
- metal pouring from mines into smelters and founderies.
- The images and eras passed. Nersi had questions, but
- she restrianed them, always wanting to see what happened next.
- Ships crossed the waters between continents. Cities
- grew and spread.
- Giant cylindrical flying devices wallowed into the skies
- and crossed oceans, their shadows covering towns. She saw one
- crash, enveloped in flames that engulfed it in a beat while
- humans milled in panic.
- Vehicles on the ground moved without animals. Still
- the cities spread.
- A war. Battlefields where humans fought from holes in
- the ground, ranks of troops taking turns to advance on their
- enemies to be mown down without a chance. Explosions churned
- the dirt to mud. Mobile fortresses lumbered across torn
- landscapes while in the skies above flying devices looped and
- spun and burned.
- There was peace again, then war again. Weapons
- more fearsome, different machines, flying machines in numbers
- that turned the sky dark. Cities were levelled.
- Guarded gates were opened on horrors. They weren't
- Trenalbi, but still Nersi felt ill when she saw the living skeletons,
- the stacked piles of alien corpses. If they weren't gods, then
- surely there were some who were demons.
- Peace again.
- Cities grew. Towers reaching for the skies. Machines
- flying around the world. She saw twisting infants being birthed
- and felt a sick sympathy for the female. Vehicles filled the roads.
- Another war in a jungle: A major power being humiliated.
- Then a tower of white and black being held by metal arms that
- dropped away as flame and smoke blossomed around the base.
- Ponderously, it rose on a column of fire, faster, arrowing into the
- sky.
- A bulky white figure like a cubs stuffed toy bounced
- across a grey landscape to plant a flag of red, white, and blue. In
- the black sky behind it a blue and white globe rose.
- They went even further.
- Their cities spread above their planet. They built
- cylinders and sprawling, fragile-looking constructions in the
- blackness where they lived and produced things impossible
- on the surface of the world below. In time huge vessels plied
- the darkness to neighbouring worlds where cities were built
- underground: tunnels and caverns of metal and rock as they
- began to change the red deserts on the surface to suit them.
- More of the floating cities began to appear high above it.
- When the change came, it was abrupt.
- A single, metallic vessel, like a glittering fish in the
- darkness, riding atop a lance of blue-white flame before it
- rippled, then vanished. Distance was no longer a barrier.
- Like migrating Longrazers others followed it, spreading
- out from their world and Lightbringer, bound for the distant
- points of light in their sky. There they found other Lightbringers,
- and worlds of unbearable heat and cold, giants of gas, balls of
- rock, but nothing like the one they had left behind.
- So they built new ones.
- The cities they had built above their own world were
- dwarfed by these vast structures. They used machines to build
- them, and other machines to build more machines. Devices
- sought out rocks floating in the emptiness and stripped them
- of their metal. The Daughters dancing around massive worlds of
- gas and winds were cracked into fragments and melted by titanic
- mirrors.
- Their homeworld tried to spread its influence over the
- new worlds they were building. Vast, ominous vessels of metal
- and stone drifted into the shadow of these cities. Sometimes
- there was fighting, and new Lightbringers would be born as a city
- or a vessel died.
- Still, like ripples on an infinite pond, they continued to
- spread. Whatever their council on their homeworld was like, it
- realised there was no way a single world could police that kind of
- territory. It finally, however reluctantly, conceded to
- acknowledge the new territories' independence.
- The centuries that followed saw them spreading across
- the skies. It awed Nersi to see just much territory they controlled,
- and in all that vastness, in all the time these humans had spent
- searching, her own glittering world locked away in its secluded
- corner of creation, was the only other speck of life they had
- found.
- Nersi sat and stared at the window as it faded to
- darkness for the last time. Her world, everything she had been
- taught and had taken for granted; in a matter of a couple of hours
- a machine had successfully desiccated it. The Gods, she knew
- they were there. The magic and powers of the Priests, they were
- something that could not be denied. Was it possible that these
- humans never had gods in the first place? or that their deities had
- foresaken them?
- Or that they no longer needed them?
- Burn it! There were others better suited for this kind of
- thing: scholars who would be only too willing to delve into the
- intrigues and paradoxes of theological debates. It was
- something she had been taught not to think about.
- She rubbed her temples with her fingertips: hard.
- There was something else. . .
- "First, humans are aggresive. . . I mean, they have fought
- a lot of wars, right?"
- "Yes."
- Her ruff twitched."Do they still fight wars?"
- "Large wars are no longer fought: they proved to be
- too expensive for all involved. Small battles between provinces
- are fought, but such actions are rare and limited."
- "Would they. . . " Nersi anxiously began to speak, then
- lowered her head. "Forget it."
- First said nothing.
- "I'd like to rest now,"Nersi said."Think things over. . .
- can I ask you some questions later?"
- "I am always ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ to answer questions,"the machine
- replied.
- Nersi bowed her head to the black desk, then stood
- and worked the stiffness out of her back and cramped tail
- muscles. Behind her the window shimmered and turned into a
- mirror, the green lines in the desktop fading away.
- Seth'Nai was unconscious. She stood for a time, just
- watching his face. He twitched and growled something then
- settled again. Did he see anything in his drift? Was it
- just. . . nothingness? Perhaps that was the price they paid for
- rejecting their gods: they lost the time the gods gave them for
- contemplation.
- She sighed - loud in the stillness of the room - and
- turned to the other bed, letting the copper breeches fall to the
- floor, stepping out of them. The bed was soft and already warm,
- but she lay there, an empty feeling nagging at her.
- Seth'Nai stirred slightly when she slipped into the bed
- beside him, but that was all. She huddled up against his back,
- his hairless hide exuding a gentle warmth and feeling incredibly
- soft against her fingertips as she stroked his ribs. Gently she
- breathed against his shoulder, inhaling the green freshness of
- water, the transient tingle of salt. He rumbled faintly when she
- licked the nape of his neck, then there was a vague, indefinable
- sensation of well-being glowing deep inside her as she tucked her
- head against him and settled into drift.
- --\o/--
- "Che?"
- "Huhhnnn?"
- Sekher reluctantly rose from his drift, luxuriating in the
- warm, spent feeling that enveloped him. Other sensations made
- themselves known as he drew his faculties back to himself. Gods,
- he was starving!
- Chaiila leaned over him, nipping at his neck with sharp
- teeth. "Hai, Che. Come on."
- He blinked at her. "What?"
- "Feeling better?"
- Sekher had a brief flash of Chaiila straddling him, his
- muscles turned to water. He raised an arm and flicked her ear.
- "Yes. . . Hungry though."
- "Huh," Chaiila tweaked his ears in return. It was
- common courtesy for the female to have some food ready for the
- male when he recovered. "I wish I had something," she
- apologized.
- "What about you," he asked.
- "Me? I'm hungry too. . . "
- "Not that. Stop thinking about your belly, will you?"
- he mock-growled, then fell serious, stroking her pelt with the
- barest touches. "How are you feeling?"
- She fell silent, taking stock of her emotions and
- surroundings. Rain was falling on the plains beyond the window,
- fat drops spattering soundlessly on the glass. The lighting
- seemed dimmer and whiter than it had been before. Restful.
- "Better," she said at length. "The way I acted. . . I don't know
- what. . . Sorry."
- "Don't worry about it," said Sekher. "Too strange, too
- much, too quick, ah?"
- "Yeah," she nodded, then cocked her head. "Where's
- Nersi?"
- The lights slowly came up when they left the bunk.
- Their clothes were gone, as were their weapons and the rest of
- their equipment. And Nersi wasn't in the room, nor in the
- adjoining washing room. Chaiila's claws were out as she stalked
- toward the door.
- It hissed open.
- "Morning and waking," Nersi cheerfully greeted them
- as she swept into the room with an armload of multicoloured
- cloth. Carefully cleaned and groomed, her fur practically glowing
- and decked out in ankle-long, metallic-copper-coloured breeks
- decorated with angular black patterns, she grinned at them.
- "Enjoy yourselves?"
- "Quite," Chaiila said amicably, then exploded: "And
- where the damnation were YOU?!"
- Nersi stared at her, one ear wilting slowly, then she
- said, "With Seth'Nai. Come on; you two were busy. Anyway, I've
- got clothes for you, and there's food waiting."
- "Our weapons. . . " Chaiila began.
- Nersi snorted and went to open a locker at the head of
- a bed. Their equipment was neatly stacked within, swords
- hanging from hooks.
- "I wouldn't worry about the weapons," Nersi grinned.
- "They wouldn't be much use here anyway. And our cloths are
- being cleaned. I brought these for the meantime," she tossed the
- clothes on the rumpled bed and looked the pair up and down.
- "But I think perhaps you'd like to wash up first."
- Now THAT was an experience. Even Chaiila smiled and
- barked a laugh of pleasure as they shared the hot streams of
- water. Then she leaned against him, half-drifting while the hot air
- buffeted them. She was impressive after, her dark fur polished to
- a glory that had Sekher staring.
- The breeches were comfortable, if slightly overlarge,
- and with odd color schemes. The pair Sekher took were a deep
- grey with blue and yellow patches of shades Sekher had never
- seen before. There was a matching jerkin that Sekher
- curiously examined, then pulled on. Chaiila received a pair of
- breeks made from a strong, fine-woven blue material with seams
- accented by brown stitching and a real belt with a cunningly
- designed buckle.
- "Not too bad," she admitted, cocking a hip. "The built-in
- pouches are a good idea."
- "Ah, Nersi," Sekher caught the younger
- female's attention. "Were you saying something about food?"
- They could smell it as soon as they stepped out the
- door. Immediately, Sekher's mouth began watering. He licked up a
- thread of drool dangling from his lips.
- The room at the end of the corridor was unchanged,
- save for the mist that now wreathed the peaks. The aroma was
- coming from an adjacent room, accompanied by bright lights, a
- rattling and clattering, and a familiar rumbling. It was a room
- colored in white and grey, with flat benchtops, machines
- scattered around the walls, and a table set in an alcove. The
- scent of food brought the air to life while Seth'Nai buslted
- around at one of the worktops, placing containers into a
- cupboard. He looked around when they entered and his
- mouth twisted up, "Sekher, Chaiila. Rest well?"
- "Very well," Sekher replied, then saw the spread on
- the table. He stared. A thread of saliva dripped from his jaw.
- Seth'Nai bared teeth."Go. Eat."
- It was a meal like none Sekher had ever dreamed of,
- his hunger lending an edge to his appreciation. There were
- longrazer steaks and ribs, still warm and dripping. Bowls of
- Bluespeck Berries and Breadroot. Also there were stranger dishes:
- stacks of round, flat cakes with a rich syrup; small, crescent
- shaped pasties; buns topped with sparkling icing that tasted like
- sweet ice. There were pitchers of water, a tangy orange liquid,
- also a hot, brown liquid that Sekher tried and choked on the first
- few mouthfuls, yet after that, it went down smoothly.
- Seth'Nai used peculiar utensils to devoured something
- that resembled eggs along with sausages and rashers of a
- strong-smelling reddish meat.
- Chaiila noticed that: "You do eat meat!"
- Seth'Nai looked up, then back down at his plate. "Yes."
- He seemed puzzled.
- "Then why didn't you eat earlier?"
- "Oh," His fingertips absently stroked the device on
- his wrist. "There are. . . metals in your food that are dangerous to
- me. If I eat too much, especially meat, I will die: slowly."
- Nersi looked dubiously at the food she was eating.
- "What about your food. Is it safe for us?"
- "Some of it. All this," he waved his hand at the table,
- "is safe for you. But eating meat could be very dangerous."
- Sekher stopped wondering what that meat Seth'Nai was
- eating tasted like. "Ah, how dangerous?"
- "Lethal."
- Chaiila was still eyeing her meal uncertainly.
- "THAT is safe," Seth'Nai reassured her.
- "How can you be so sure," she grumbled.
- "Well, if you die, then I was wrong, ah?" his eyes
- glittered and he took another mouthful of food.
- "Gods!" Chaiila hissed, yet continued eating as though
- trying to prove a point.
- When they were through and done, a machine scurried
- from its niche to begin cleaning up after them.
- It was Nersi who took it upon herself to show the
- other Trenalbi how to use the facilities in the wash room. The
- devices were new and uncomfortable for Sekher, giving rise to
- the idea that Seth'Nai may be different in ways not immediately
- obvious.
- Nersi was standing at the desk, quietly contemplating
- the plains visible in the window. She blinked when Sekher
- emerged and tipped her head toward the grasses, "That's where
- they come from."
- "Who?"
- "Seth'Nai and his kind." She touched the wound on her
- leg and sat down in the chair. "Last night he showed me a. . . I
- guess you could call it a story. It showed their history, from
- their earliest memories."
- Sekher wasn't quite following this. "Their?"
- "Their," she confirmed. "Sekher, there are a lot of them.
- You wouldn't believe how many. And they aren't Gods either;
- they're bone and blood, like you or I."
- She gestured again to the window, "That's where they
- come from. Their world. Look at the animals."
- Sure enough, there in the distance there was a herd of
- things that weren't of the world.
- "Oh," said Sekher. And it had looked so like home.
- "They've got cities that float in the sky, huge numbers
- of them. . . " she stopped there, her hands twitching. "Perhaps
- you should see for yourself. First?"
- "Yes?"
- The quiet, disembodied tones startled Sekher. The voice
- had changed and now sounded slightly. . . female?
- "First," Nersi continued in businesslike tones that
- suggested she was carrying out a normal conversation, "ah, that
- story I saw last night, do you know what I mean?"
- "That was ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ name ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨: a general history for
- children."
- "Oh," Nersi's ears wilted in embarrassment. "Oh well,
- can you show it again?"
- "Yes."
- It was then Chaiila came out of the washroom. She
- looked around in suspicion: "It's that damned voice again.
- What's going on?"
- "You interested in knowing what Seth'Nai is?" asked
- Nersi with a smile.
- Chaiila stared at her, taken aback. "You know?"
- "I know," Nersi confirmed, "He showed me last night.
- You're interested?"
- "Yah."
- "Have a seat," Nersi motioned the carpet beside her
- and Chaiila slowly sat, tucking her legs beneath her. "First,
- lights down."
- The lights dimmed and in the light from the window
- Sekher saw the dark-furred female glance sharply at her cousin.
- Nersi never noticed. "All right, First, show the story."
- The plains in the window faded to blackness. . .
- --\o/--
- Sekher followed the bobbing bead of green light as it
- led him through the noisy metal corridors with their
- uncomfortable grillwork floors. A heavy door prominently marked
- with black and yellow diagonal stripping slid open and closed
- as he passed through. There were metallic servants
- everywhere, numbers of every different size and shape: from
- large boxes that rolled through the corridors on wheels to tiny
- things that scurried among the machinery in the walls. He
- snorted as the smell of scorched metal assailed his nostrils.
- The guiding speck of light turned to dart through
- another doorway into one of those big, dimly lit rooms filled
- to overflowing with bins and storage lockers, parts of
- machinery. A deep growling accompanied a pair of legs
- protruding from a crawlspace beneath a mass of pipes colored
- grotesque orange. Sekher squatted down beside the legs. "Hai!"
- No response.
- There was a metal bar lying atop a handy box. Sekher
- took it up, hefted it, then pounded on the pipes. The howl from
- beneath was almost drowned by the clangs.
- Seth'Nai was out like a projectile from a darter, glaring at
- Sekher while stabbing at the translator on his wrist. "What the
- ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ you think you're doing?! I almost had the little ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨!"
- Sekher stood, looking down at the pale face. "Seth'Nai,
- can we talk?"
- Seth'Nai sat, his grey eyes flicking from Sekher's face to
- the metal bar he was holding. He swallowed."¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, alright."
- The bar clattered when Sekher dropped it and
- cautiously found a place to lean against a piece of metal ."I saw
- that story you showed Nersi. We all did."
- "Ah," Seth'Nai nodded. "You were supposed to."
- "I have a few questions."
- The round head bobbed. "I will answer if I can."
- "That story. . . it was true?"
- "Yes."
- "Then your people are powerful. You said you aren't a
- God, but some of those things your people do. . . " he shrugged.
- "And they are warlike, aren't they." It wasn't really a question.
- "Warlike?"
- "They fight."
- "Ah. . . " Seth'Nai understood. "I have to say we do
- fight."
- "And our world is the only one like it you have found."
- "Yes."
- "Then you could destroy us. What chance would we
- have if you wanted to take it?"
- "None."
- Sekher stared.
- Seth'Nai sighed and settled himself. "Sekher, your world
- is beautiful, but it is not only valuable for that. It is you. Your
- kind. All Trenalbi.
- "Until now my kind has been alone. We have looked for
- a long time, and now we have found someone we can talk to, do
- you really think we would destroy them?"
- Sekher thought.
- "God," Seth'Nai shook his head, "I'm not the one to
- be speaking for my kind. Anyway, there're agreements and rules
- about what we would do if we found. . . something like your kind.
- They say we stay away and watch from a distance."
- "Studying us," Sekher said with distaste.
- "Sort of. . . Yes, studying you. We would stay away,
- until we could understand each other."
- "You haven't," Sekher observed.
- "No." Seth'Nai rubbed his narrow nose and twitched
- his mouth. "I told you, I have been a bad ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨."
- "A what?. . . Never mind. Why would they stay away?
- You could teach us so much. Your machines. . . and your metal. . .
- Any demesnes would pay a fortune for such knowledge."
- Seth'Nai hesitated. "There's more than that. If we
- gave you. . . things that made you live longer, stopped diseases,
- and made sure cubs didn't die at birth. Would you be grateful?"
- Sekher stared."Of course! Who wouldn't be?"
- "Would you still be grateful when you couldn't grow
- enough to feed them all? When they started fighting over the
- land? When your cities became so crowded that the smell became
- ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ and Trenalbi were dying in the streets?"
- "Oh."
- "If we gave you machines. How would you fix them
- when they break?"
- "Then you could teach us."
- "Yes, but that takes a long time. And to teach
- everyone. . . "Seth'Nai shook his head. "You saw our story.
- We learned all this ourselves, like cubs growing up."
- "You are comparing us to cubs?"
- "You said it, not I."
- Sekher opened and closed his mouth a few times.
- "Imagine if your people suddenly learned the world
- was round, not flat. If they learned they lived on a ball of rock
- going around another ball of fire."
- "Huh, wouldn't that make the priests' fur stand on end."
- "Priests?" Seth'Nai's forehead furrowed. "They were the
- ones wearing long clothes?" his hands described patterns that
- could be a priest's robes.
- "Yes."
- "Do you know anything about their machines? Like the
- ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ coil?"
- Sekher's ears went back. "Huh? Machines? What
- machines?"
- And Seth'Nai flinched back. Sekher had known him long
- enough to think he could read the creature; the emotions were in
- the eyes, not the ears, and that particular look meant he was
- surprised.
- "You do not know? The ones that made the lighting I
- was attacked with."
- "Machines?" Sekher was still confused. "They didn't
- use any machines. They're Priests, they don't need them."
- Seth'Nai's mouth opened, then closed again. Now he
- was the one who looked perplexed. "No. There had a ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ in
- there. That's the only way you could ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ power like that. Is
- that how they stay in control, by making a few sparks fly?"
- "No," said Sekher, not understanding where this debate
- was leading. "Some of them make fire. Some of them move things.
- Some heal or see far or talk without saying." His ears flagged
- helplessness. "There are too many Gifts."
- "What is that word 'Gifts'?"
- "Uhhnnn. . . A present, a gift. Something that is given,
- out of goodwill."
- "A gift," Seth'Nai echoed, his forehead wrinkled. "Ah. . .
- Gifts from whom?"
- "The Gods, of course," Sekher sniffed.
- "Of course," Seth'Nai rubbed a hand across his scalp.
- "Of course, the Gods."
- Sekher frowned at that. "You don't believe me."
- "Believe you. . . " There was a sound that the
- translator rendered as a Trenalbi laugh, but Sekher felt it
- couldn't be expressed so simply. "Sekher, I have always
- understood that there are no Gods."
- "No Gods?" Sekher grinned. "Perhaps yours' rejected
- you, but not ours. Look at the Priests and the temple; how can
- you not believe?"
- "I will believe it when I see it," Seth'Nai retorted.
- "What about you?"
- "What about me?"
- "The fact that you're here," Sekher said smugly.
- Seth'Nai stared. "What the ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ has that got to do with
- anything. It was an accident; just an accident. It could have
- happened to anyone."
- And Sekher grinned. "Anyone? Your kind spends
- centuries searching, then just as I need help, your 'accident'
- sends you here. What would you call that?"
- "¨¨¨¨¨¨¨!" Seth'Nai answered instantly. "Chance!
- Nothing more. Sekher, gods are just something I cannot believe
- in. I have never seen anything I haven't been able to explain."
- "Then you haven't seen a priest."
- "You. . . " Seth'Nai began to say, then stopped cold and
- shook his head, saying quietly, "I should not be talking about
- this."
- "Your rules?"Sekher inquired.
- The other didn't answer.
- Yah, his rules, Sekher thought glumy. How was this
- happening? He had thought this creature a godsend, now, he
- was being told there were no Gods. There must be, the Gifts of
- the Priests were certainly genuine enough. But suppose. . .
- Suppose Seth'Nai was right.
- No. The end of their Gods; the ramifications of that
- could. . . would! tear his world apart. Sekher bit at a claw, then
- spat in disgust. How could it be true?
- Was this what Seth'Nai had meant when he said his
- people had a policy about not talking to other people they might
- find? He was right! If his kind suddenly appeared, refuting
- everything Trenalbi believed, with the ability to support what
- they claimed. . .
- They had planned for that?
- Seth'Nai casually leaning back against the pipes, his
- arms folded, watching Sekher who shook his head and blinked
- at the outsider and asked, "Why'd you bring us here anyway?"
- An expression that meant nothing to Sekher: "I wanted
- to learn more about you."
- "More about us?" Sekher was suspicious about that.
- "Such as?"
- "Your speech. What you are. How you live. . . things like
- that. I really don't know anything about you." He paused then,
- eyeing Sekher curiously. "Such as; what were you doing in that
- cage in the first place?"
- "Ah," Sekher flashed the other a white grin that made
- him flinch visibly. "Do you have to know that?"
- "I was curious. First I thought you were a. . . a. . . one
- who does wrong. . . "
- "Criminal," Sekher growled, then relented and wrapped
- his arms around himself, dredging up the memories. "No, that
- I'm not. . . At least outside the Ch'Sty lands I'm not.
- "My full name is Sekher Che Meas, youngest son. My
- home is. . . was the Che holding to the north. Not a big place in
- any eyes. . . "
- Give Seth'Nai credit where it was due; those ears may
- have been absurdly small, but he was still a good listener.
- --\o/--
- Chaiila was trembling visibly. Her ruff, all her fur
- bristled and her claws were unsheathed. Fear or anger? Sekher
- wondered. A little of both most likely.
- Beyond the transparent screen was a brightly lit white
- room, about seven paces by seven, featureless save for the table
- in the middle.
- Nersi lay naked on the table, her unconscious eyes
- staring up at the ceiling without seeing it while an arch of
- otherwordly materials covered her lower body and the puckered
- wound on her leg. Occasionally she would twitch or her jaw
- spasm soundlessly behind the window.
- "Gods, I hate this," Chaiila moaned and asked, "Is
- she all right?" for the hundredth time.
- Seth'Nai cast a practiced eye over glowing pictures of
- Nersi's body. "She's fine. Don't worry, nothing's going to
- happen to her."
- The standard reply Sekher noted. He looked at the
- pictures again. Huh! Sekher suspected Seth'Nai was doing more
- than healing her leg; to him it looked like he was mapping her
- insides. Studying her. Learning about them, as he had told Sekher.
- There was little talking from then on. They watched
- over her: Chaiila fidgiting, Sekher standing close by her side,
- Seth'Nai watching his machines, peculiar light washing across
- his face and turning it into something from nightmares.
- An hour later it was over. Seth'Nai moved the still
- unconscious Nersi back to her quarters and clipped a small
- bracelet to her wrist. There was a furless strip around her
- thigh; where the torn and angry red wound had been there was
- now only a mere pucker in her flesh. She stirred groggily and
- mouthed meaningless noises. Chaiila was instantly at her side,
- touching and reassuring until she fell silent, into a rest far deeper
- than any Drift.
- "Is that normal?" whispered Sekher to the human.
- "With your kind, I think so."
- Sekher grabbed his arm and hauled him out into the
- corridor. "Think?" he hissed.
- The grey eyes flickered. "I did the best I could. It
- seemed to go well, but you are different. . . "
- "What? What's that got to do with it?"
- "Medicines for me could kill you," the other answered.
- Sekher blinked, swallowed. "Like your food, you mean."
- "Same."
- "Gods!" Sekher glanced toward the closed door.
- "Look, just don't let Chaiila know about that, alright? She would
- rip your face off."
- Seth'Nai grinned. Those marks from last time were still
- pale reminders on his cheeks.
- --\o/--
- There was nothing.
- It scared her.
- Her.
- Her? Who was her? She?
- Oh. Of course.
- It was gradually coming back. Slowly - like ice
- dissolving under a flame - thoughts and memories began to stir.
- There was a glimmer of the light of reason after so. . . long? there
- wasn't any way to measure the time she had been sunk in a
- blackness; that hole deeper than drift, the utter depths where
- nothing stirred. Oblivion. Death. . .
- She snapped to awareness with a strangled cry and
- lay panting hard.
- The room was silent and still. On the other bunk two
- Trenalbi lay tangled in each other's limbs. Chaiila twitched and
- shuddered and burrowed deeper into the Che's side, hiding her
- head.
- Nersi lay quietly, just staring at the softly glowing
- panels above her. That coldness still lingered, a touch of the
- darkness inside. She needed warmth, familiar company.
- Che's head lolled her way when she swung out of the
- bed, but she was familiar enough that her movement didn't trip his
- drift as made her uneasy way to the door. She still limped, albeit
- more through habit than necessity. It was after she'd left the room
- that she realised the pain in her leg was gone. The pale line that
- remained merely tingled when she touched it.
- It was almost completely black in Seth'Nai's room. He
- stirred when she slid into the bed beside him. When she moved
- to huddle up to the warmth of his back he growled something,
- then yelped and twisted around, face to face in the darkness. She
- grinned.
- "Nersi?" He wasn't wearing his translator. She could
- feel his body vibrate with the depth of his voice, the words she
- could understand coming from a small shelf above the bed.
- "A," she murmured.
- "After last time I thought I said. . . "
- "I know," she broke in. "I was lonely."
- "Lonely?"
- "Alone. By myself. I needed to be with someone."
- The translator made a sound that could have been 'oh',
- then said, "I understand. Lonely."
- Nersi shifted and carefully touched his shoulder. He
- flinched. "Do you always drift alone?"
- "Uh, usually."
- "It doesn't hurt?"
- "Hurt?" He looked confused. "Like pain? Hurt?"
- "Ai."
- "I don't understand that."
- "Seth'Nai," she stroked his ribs, "a Trenalbi can go mad
- if left alone for a long time. That doesn't happen to your
- kind?"
- "No." He lay back to stare up at the roof. "No, that's
- why I like my job. I like being alone."
- That stung her. She peered at his face, indistinct in the
- darkness. "You want me to go?"
- His head turned her way, yet she knew he couldn't see
- her at all. Not in this light. "No. No, not now."
- His hand touched her arm and his fingers moved
- through her fur, just touching.
- "My leg," she said, feeling his fingers on her arm,
- watching the pale shadows moving. Darkness, the great
- equalizer. "I wanted to thank you."
- "It. . . is not neccesary," he said. She touched his face
- and felt his mouth twisted in his smile.
- They lay there for a time, just close.
- Her hand on his chest could feel his warmth, solidity,
- the slow drubbing of a heartbeat beneath muscle she had never
- felt before, ribs feeling completely unlike her own. . . and her
- hand moved, down, touching him in that coarse fur between his
- legs and his whole body stiffened with a jolt of breath. Then he
- caught her hand and moved it away.
- "Nersi, no."
- "Hnnn?" She made a small sound, confusion at his
- rejection. Why? he was responding, doing something, she
- could smell his scent changing, becoming heavier, while her
- own loins tingled.
- "Nersi, we can't. I would hurt you."
- "No. . . " she began.
- "Yes! I wish I could, but I would hurt you very badly,
- Nersi. We're just too different." He caressed the side of her
- face. "Understand?"
- She didn't. Not really.
- Until she touched him again. Yes, he was responding,
- but the differences. . .
- "Oh," she said, understanding. Gods and Demons! Their
- females took that?!
- There was another silence before she leaned over and
- gently lapped at Seth'Nai's neck, tasting the slight salt. "Ah, well.
- Not your fault."
- "Thanks. . . I think," he replied.
- She grinned and nipped at him and for a while the talk
- wandered around their differences. His kind wasn't like Trenalbi;
- the females, they birthed fully formed young. She had seen the
- pictures, but even so it shocked Nersi to hear this, even more so
- to find it caused pain. Those were nipples on his chest, in the
- same location as human females', but useless for him. The dimple
- in his midriff was another peculiarity and she still wasn't sure she
- understood his explanation. When she let him, his fingers were
- gentle against the sensitive skin around the nipples in her pouch.
- "Feels strange," he said.
- "Ah, from you that's irony."
- "Nersi?"
- "Huh?"
- "May I ask you something?"
- "Sure."
- "Your towns. . . why are they split into male and
- female sections?
- She blinked, taken aback at the naivete of the
- question. "Uh. . . because they have to be, of course. Aren't
- yours'?"
- "No."
- "Oh, Gods. That figures. . . You mean males and
- females are. . . together all the time?"
- "Yes."
- "Then how do you get anything done?"
- "What?" He pulled away and propped himself up with
- one elbow, looking down on her. "I don't understand."
- She sighed. "You are different. Look, when a woman
- is wanting. . . when she wants to mate, she scents. We can't help
- it, and the males, they smell it and it twists them crazy. They'll
- fight for a female, then when they get close to her and she is
- ready the scent flattens them. It's like their muscles turn to
- string; They can hardly move."
- "Sekher and Chaiila," he muttered.
- "Yah. You had me worried, running after them like
- that. Males generally don't get on well when there's a mating
- going on. But you see what it'd be like if we were integrated; a
- riot at the smell of a scenting female."
- "I. . . see,"came the response after a couple of
- beats."Then the female sections are really different towns?"
- "No. . . They are under the dominion of the High Lord.
- Male, almost always. There is a female Medium who acts as
- an intermediary between the Lord and the Sister Group, also
- the Guilds of both sexes have their own Pleaders who negotiate
- trade among the quarters; cloth for metal, embelished tools for
- rare foods and so forth."
- This time there was a longer silence. "I didn't
- understand much of that," he finally confessed. "It is all one
- town, but the two sides only talk to each other through special
- Trenalbi? Like they are ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ different?"
- Nersi mulled that over, then said, "There was a word I
- didn't understand, but yes, sort of like that." She felt him
- shifting, moving a little closer to her. Perhaps he liked her
- warmth.
- "Then how. . . how do you choose your mates?"
- She grinned and stretched, then began trying to explain
- the unity houses. From there the talk drifted off at tangents,
- Seth'Nai asking about the most inconsequential things, and
- listening with fascination to her replies.
- And when she grew tired he was the one who made her
- stop. Nersi listened to his breathing slowing. Several times his
- legs twitched as the muscles relaxed. Finally he was gone, as
- helpless as a cub. With a final grin she set a hand on his chest
- and settled down into the stillness of drift with his heavy scent
- like a blanket around her.
- --\o/--
- "Gods burn it! He did! I can SMELL him on you!"
- "Cousin! We didn't mate! We can't! He. . . "
- Chaiila wasn't sounding too pleased Sekher noticed.
- Finding Nersi and Seth'Nai curled up together had not set her day
- off to a good start. After dragging her cousin out of there her
- initial shock had rapidly turned to anger and heedless of where
- they were, she still wanted to go and rattle Seth'Nai's teeth.
- "Dammit! I saw! He was all over you. He was. . . he was naked! by
- the gods!"
- "Listen to me!"
- Sekher sighed and let the door slide closed.
- Seth'Nai was in the common room at the end of the
- corridor. He was still wearing the ridiculous-looking fluffy robe
- he'd thrown on when Chaiila stormed into his quarters and
- literally howled him out of it. Now he had one of the glass cases
- open and was kneeling before it, meticulously clipping away
- at the branches of a twisted little bush. Sekher watched this
- ceremony.
- "She's really got her fur in a knot at you, you know,"
- he finally said
- Seth'Nai settled back and studied the bush.
- "Nothing happened."
- Sekher grinned in amusement. "That's exactly what
- Nersi's saying."
- Seth'Nai's flat face turned to stared up at him. "Then
- why don't you believe her?"
- "I do," Sekher said then crouched down on his
- haunches. "Chaiila probably does too. It's just that you and
- Nersi. . . uh. . . " he hunted for words. "Drifting together. . .
- Chaiila's scared of you. She doesn't understand you."
- "And you do?"
- Sekher blinked, nonplussed."Ah, well. . . good point."
- The other bared teeth and carefully snipped a few of
- the miniature leaves from the tiny tree, click, snick. Sekher
- watched the ritual, fidgiting uneasily. How was he going to put
- this? And he already had a good idea what the answer would be.
- "Can you help us?"
- He cringed. The way that blurted out. . . that wasn't what
- he'd planned.
- Seth'Nai's hand froze, then carefully set the clippers
- aside."Help you?"
- "I told you,"Sekher tried to explain."I told you about
- the Ch'sty Rim. . . our homes. Chaiila and Nersi lost theirs';
- under Kissaki's claws. My land. . . I don't know what's happened
- to it."
- The other looked away.
- "Ah. . . you. . . "Sekher licked his lips."You've got so
- much power. Can you help us?"
- "No."
- Just that. Flat and straight. Seth'Nai gathered up the
- tools in a small pouch and stood to leave.
- "Hai! Wait!" Sekher scrambled after him, through to
- the galley. He stopped in the doorway: "Why?"
- The human's pale, long-fingered hands worked at a
- cupboard latch, then froze and he leaned his head against the
- white wall. "Sekher. . . " He sighed and moved across the width
- of the galley to prop himself against the edge of the table."I
- wish I could, but it's impossible. I have already done far too much
- I am not supposed to. I can probably justify what I did against
- Kissaki, but interfering with your wars. . . it is out of the
- question." He rubbed at his face.
- Sekher stared. "People are dying."
- "Sekher!" Seth'Nai's hand clenched, then pounded
- against the tabletop. "Don't! There is nothing I can do."
- "Then what ARE you going to do?!" Sekher snarled.
- "Just sit here until the Ch'Sty Rim troops find you and lay seige
- to you?"
- The human's lips pressed into a straight line. "And what
- am I supposed to do? A?"
- "Fight them!"
- He nodded. "A. How? I am not a fighter. This is a
- mining ship. It is damaged."
- "All the machines. . . "
- "Are for work. They are not ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ to fight. They cannot
- and will not. There is simply not enough power left to do
- anything that would help you. And the Rim will not find me. As
- soon as the repairs are finished I have to use what's left to
- leave."
- Sekher's short fur stood bolt upright. "You are going
- home?!"
- "I can't do that. I just have to get the ship away from
- here. It is not exactly inconspicuous, and someone's going to see
- it and report. Then. . . " His head shook from side to side. Sekher
- had thought that meant 'no', but apparently it could mean more
- than that.
- "Then where are you going?"
- "Wherever I can. The other side of the mountains.
- Somewhere."
- "There is no way to change your mind?"
- Again the head shook. "Please, Sekher."
- His tail dragged on the floor behind as he turned and
- left to tell the others. Behind him the human slumped, then drove
- a fist into the wall.
- "Gods ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ it!"
- --\o/--
- The trio of shen picked their way through the
- charred skeletons of incinerated trees at the edge of the river
- plain. Green buds were only just beginning to force their way
- from the blackness. These plants were used to fire. Lightning-
- struck blazes weren't a rare occurance on the plains, but always
- the trees grew back. The two riders hauled their animals to a halt
- at the very edge of the riverbed, smelling the carnage before they
- saw it: a ripe stench hanging on the breeze. There were blackened
- Trenalbi corpses and skeletons scattered among the rocks and
- wood; just bone, metal, and tatters of rotting flesh rejected or
- missed by scavengers.
- The larger Hunter chittered: impressed.
- His smaller companion glanced down at a half-
- decayed skull. It grinned back at him: "You still think they're
- paying us enough, Travi?"
- "Huh!" Travi's head turned on his massive shoulders
- and he settled his heavy darter in its saddle holster, dark-
- brown roadcoat shifting. "All right, so the illigit cheaped us. We
- still do the job?"
- Yenitira scowled. They had a reputation: anyone,
- anywhere. They had never missed a target, and he wasn't about to
- start. Not for anyone, not for this. The scent was still there.
- "Yah, we still do it."
- The shen picked their way down the bank to the
- riverbed, hooves clattering on the rocks. There were more
- corpses here, both Trenalbi and shen, scattered like chaff.
- Yenitira noticed the fur on the bodies, the front burnt away,
- the back only slightly singed. There were only a few where it was
- the other way around. So whatever had happened to them had
- happened quickly.
- There was a crater, now a circular pond, on the edge of
- the river. The ground crunched under their feet as the Hunters
- dismounted. Glass. The sand was crusted with a thin film of
- blackened, cracked glass.
- "Perhaps they killed themselves off," Travi suggested.
- "Perhaps." Yenitira eyes lost their focus as he looked
- around. "Perhaps, but I doubt it."
- "You still feel them?"
- "A."
- There was a pile of boulders, large enough to form a
- small island when the river filled its banks during the rains.
- There was a small pile of weapons tucked undisturbed under one
- edge of the rock. This place had gained a bad reputation for a
- good reason, so the dead were left to their peace. If there had
- been tracks the weather had erased them days ago, yet it was here
- that Yenitira went to stand, letting his hat fall back on its strap,
- head turning from side to side with nostrils working as if he
- could scent them. Travi crouched nearby, watching his partner
- and
- holding the shen.
- "They were here?" he asked.
- Traces, not scents, but more like colors he could smell
- in his head, each distinct and unique. He KNEW, knew without a
- doubt they had been here. There was that one trace that was
- unlike anything he'd ever encountered. It. . . felt, for lack of a
- better word, disquieting. If he was to describe it, it would be a
- bluegreen sense, not the shifting orange sensations of a trenalbi.
- He stood and stared westwards. "That way. Ah. . . Fourteen days.
- On foot."
- Travi brought the shen over and they mounted up.
- Yenitira settled his hat and roadcoat and stared westwards,
- towards the invisible Ramparts. West, huh? Very well. They had
- never lost one yet, but this one was like nothing else he'd ever
- sensed.
- This one was going to be very interesting.
- --\o/--
- Chaiila was inspecting the shen, going over them a span
- at a time. Sekher lounged back in the warmth of the Lightbringer
- and watched through slitted eyes as she examined hooves and
- claws and teeth. Fussy. Always wanting to be sure. He grinned
- and rolled back in the grass. Gods, but it was a pleasure to feel the
- breeze again.
- The castle-sized bulk of the human's vessel was a
- scorched white cliff behind them with metallic shapes scuttling
- around in the shadows beneath it. Whatever they had been
- doing around the rear of the vessel appeared to be nearing
- completion and now esoteric equipment was being carted back up
- the underside ramp on battered and tough-looking machines.
- He blinked when he saw Seth'Nai and Nersi emerge from
- the shadows near a piece of machinery, engaged in
- animated conversation. At least Nersi was; Seth'Nai seemed
- unable to meet her eyes. Abruptly he put aside the bundle he
- was carrying and set hands on her shoulders and hugged her
- close, touching her forehead with his lips. When he released her
- she stared at him, then cast a worried glance towards the other
- Trenalbi.
- Sekher hastily looked away. Chaiila, thankfully, hadn't
- seen that, and Gods strike him down if HE had.
- Grass rustled under Nersi's feet. "He said he was sorry. . .
- "
- "But he won't help us," Sekher finished for her. "Yah,
- I figured." Yah. The same as yesterday.
- "He spoke about it last night. He really did seem sorry. I
- think he. . . "
- He what? Sekher wondered. "You were with him again,
- a?"
- Nersi cast a glance across to where a stone-faced
- Chaiila was arranging gear on the shen. She knew where her
- cousin had spent her evenings, and now she had given up trying
- to stop it. She would be rid of Seth'Nai soon enough. They were
- leaving.
- And you, Nersi, Sekher thought, How do you feel
- about leaving him?
- And Seth'Nai. . . He had never asked what he thought of
- Nersi, but there was that parting gesture; disturbingly intimate.
- How far have you gone? You're denying it, but. . .
- Nersi shook her head as though clearing her own
- thoughts from her mind and went to see to her own mount.
- No; There were some things that weren't meant to be.
- --\o/--
- "I've got your weapons," said Seth'Nai as he rummaged
- through his bag. "Ah, here."
- The Trenalbi took the swords he handed them and it
- wasn't a heartbeat before Chaiila snapped, "Hai, these aren't our
- blades!"
- "I'm giving them to you," Seth'Nai replied, "So they're
- yours."
- Sekher examined his. Chaiila was right: it wasn't his old
- weapon, the one taken from the Rim troops. This one was new,
- so new he'd never seen one quite like it before. Excellent weight
- and balance with a grip that seemed to melt into his hand. The
- crossguard was pierced and engraved with intricate patterns of
- interlacing curls and loops in a design that brought images of
- clouds to mind. A simple disk was used for the pommel, carved to
- resemble a stylised Lightbringer: a Trenalbi face with flames
- around it. Overly fancy perhaps, but it still had a good heft to it.
- The blade. . .
- Gods, the blade!
- Lighter than any Sekher had ever wielded. It gleamed as
- he withdrew it from the darkwood, silver-bound scabbard. The
- metal carried a slight, blueish matt tint and was utterly smooth;
- without a single rune, marking, or other embellishment. Sekher
- squinted to see what kind of an edge it carried. It just seemed to
- fuzz out of vision.
- Chaiila sniffed at hers. "Doesn't seem very impressive."
- Seth'Nai grinned and reached back into his bag, pulling out a
- bronze sword. He held it upright with a two-handed grip. "Try
- it."
- "What?" Chaiila looked confused.
- "Swing at this."
- She did so. There was a sharp clang, then the top half
- of the sword Seth'Nai held spun to the ground.
- Chaiila stared at her sword with newfound respect.
- Seth'Nai grinned. "You won't be able to break it, and it
- will never need sharpening or cleaning. Just make sure you
- always use these sheaths and don't touch the edges. It will go
- though your fingers a lot easier than metal."
- Sekher moved his hand and carefully sheathed the
- sword. "Also, there are these." Seth'Nai produced a trio of
- circlets of gold metal with a strip of green stone around the
- circumference. He passed them to the Trenalbi.
- There were fine inscriptions on the metal, the same
- marks that decorated Seth'Nai's machines, while the raised strip
- of stone around the equator of the circlet was of a deep, beautiful
- green and unbroken save for a small, silver disk set into it.
- "What do we do with these?"inquired Sekher.
- "Put them on your wrists. Just pull them and they'll
- open." Sekher tried and it did. It clicked shut on his wrist,
- snugly. With a lurch of apprehension he tried removing it. It
- popped open again as easily as it had gone on. He hissed air
- through his teeth and replaced it.
- "Only you can open them," Seth Nai told them. "And
- they've got their uses. Point that dot at the sword and squeeze
- the bracelet with your other hand."
- Nersi tried it. There was a hissing sound and a curl of
- smoke rose from the ground beside the broken sword blade.
- She moved her arm and bronze spurted into nearly invisible flame
- and a flare of molten metal as she cut the blade in half. Sekher and
- Chaiila tried it; quartering the halves.
- "It does not go far," Seth'Nai said, "and will only work
- for a short time before it has to be ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨. . . the power replaced.
- Just leave it in strong light light for a while. They would make
- good fire lighters. You can probably find other uses."
- He had other parting gifts. There were pieces of
- clothing, breeks and cloaks that looked perfectly normal, but
- these produced their own warmth. There were pouches that
- kept food fresh, canteens like Seth'Nai's, and purses filled with
- silver and gold.
- "I'm sorry that's all I can do," Seth'Nai apologised.
- "A, so are we," Chaiila retorted, then looked slightly
- guilty and reluctantly added, "But thanks."
- "You're welcome. Good luck," Seth'Nai said, then
- took Sekher's hand in a firm grip and clapped his shoulder with
- the other. He went around the females and did the same.
- Astonishingly Chaiila tolerated it. Sekher would have been less
- surprised to see the Lightbringer go out.
- "Gods smile on you," the human wished them.
- "Thought you didn't believe," Sekher grinned.
- "Sometimes I hope I'm wrong."
- "Perhaps we'll see you again?" Nersi said, making it
- sound more like a hope.
- "Perhaps." The human stared at her, swallowed. Then
- said, "Go on; get out of here. I hate long farewells."
- --\o/--
- Hours later and the Trenalbi noticed the faint second
- shadow that began to appear before them. As one they turned to
- look back in the direction from which they had come.
- Another Lightbringer was rising into the heavens. A
- pale speck rising on a ball of white light. It seemed to hang in the
- sky a short time, pulsing like a heartbeat against the azure
- backdrop. A faint rumble like faraway thunder rolled across the
- plains. The light flared, moving. Slowly, then more swiftly the
- light began to recede, shrinking with the increasing distance
- until it vanished over the Ramparts to the west, faint trails of
- white cloud marking its departure.
- Thunder faded to a growl, then died.
- Fliers hauled their way into the sky, shrilling in fright.
- "So, he's really gone."
- Nersi was still staring at the mountains where high wisps
- of vapour were slowly dissolving. "I'm going to miss him,"
- she murmured.
- "Don't." Chaiila's voice sounded distressed, taut.
- "Please, don't. He's gone home. Where he belongs."
- "No," Sekher murmured.
- "A?" Chaiila looked startled. "You know something we
- don't."
- "He hasn't gone home. He said he couldn't. Not at the
- moment. Just away from Trenalbi. He's still over there
- somewhere." He hissed meditatively and cocked his head as the
- final remains of vapour trails were dissipated. "He might turn up
- again, somewhere."
- Snow on distant mountaintops sparkled; grey and white.
- Like pale eyes. Sekher grinned:
- "You never know."
- --\o/--
- "You're really going back there."
- "I have to. It's my home, it's my. . . "
- "Gods male! Don't say it! Dying's got nothing to do
- with your duty." Chaiila bore an agonised look, understanding
- what he was going through yet knowing what awaited him.
- "Sekher, there's nothing you can do!"
- He touched the hilt of the sword at his waist; he had
- no illusions. "Don't tell me! I have to be sure. I can't just run
- without even seeing."
- "But if they find you. . . "
- "I know." He swallowed hard. "Gods, but I know."
- Nothing either of the females could say would change
- his mind. They had all known this had to come, this moment they
- went their own ways. Now it was here and they stood atop a
- wind-blown knoll under dull skies as they made their farewells.
- "Then where are you going?"
- Chaiila frowned and looked at her cousin, then at the
- clouds: "Can't say for certain. North; then perhaps down-river
- towards the Hub. If we find a place we like that'll take us. . .
- well, we'll hang our blades there a time." Then she touched her
- stomach and smiled at him. "And there'll be a stop at a Creche
- along the way."
- They moved together for a final time, arms around
- the other: "You'll take care," Sekher told her.
- Her ears twitched. "A. You also, male."
- He touched her mouth with a finger, then moved it
- down, to her stomach. Chaiila flinched and trembled in pleasure
- when he touched the hot flesh of her pouch. "I would. . . enjoy
- meeting you again."
- "A." A single sylable. She laid her hand over his. "As
- you said before: you never know."
- Later:
- Riding eastwards, Sekher twisted in his saddle, finally
- succumbing to the impulse. Perhaps he imagined the pair of
- specks on the distant northern skyline. Then again, perhaps not.
- --\o/--
- Days passed by; long days and cold nights alone on
- the plains, deliberately avoiding other Trenalbi. Once a group of
- soldiers had spotted him as he turned away from their their
- patrol. Their interest turned to suspicion by his avoidance, they
- pursued him for a whole day until he lost them in the tangles of a
- gallery forest. It was the only thing he could do: although his fur
- was growing back it was still sparse and his ruff was blatantly
- patchy, crying out 'criminal!' to all and sundry.
- Yet he continued west, following the sun, after a few
- days angling northwards until he reached the Marshlands river.
- He was another two days searching for a spot to ford it, but once
- across was on the borders of the Che Plains domains.
- The roads were filled with refugees, fleeing. Rim
- soldiery was everywhere: troopers and cavalry, wagon trains
- carrying troops and supplies.
- Smoke hung in palls over gutted towns and villages.
- Carrion hunters fought and squabbled in streets paved
- with bloated corpses.
- And Tsuba?
- Sekher could see the smoke long before the walls came
- into sight. He urged his already-exhausted shen into a gallop,
- reigning up as he crested a hill. The gatehouses were toppled,
- the walls in ruins. Beyond, the buildings were blackened
- skeletons and ruins where guards watched as slave force
- struggled to demolish them. Outlying farm buildings were being
- ploughed under and already the palace, without a chance of
- withstanding a seige, was a pile of rubble, some of the walls
- looking half melted due to the Rim priests.
- And outside the walls a forest of gibbets festooned
- with tattered bodies. There were soldiers milling around a cluster
- of impaling spikes where a struggling figure was raised, then
- lowered. The distant screams rose rapidly to insane heights
- before dying.
- The stench of mortality was faint, but everywhere.
- Rim troops swarmed like a plague. Their tents and
- pavilions and weapons of war surrounded the town. All the time
- patrols and convoys were coming in or setting off to more
- remote corners of Che.
- None of which had escaped Kissaki's revenge, Sekher
- knew.
- He howled in pain and loss and the shen shrilled as
- he yanked it around. He rode hard, not knowing or caring where
- he was going.
- Damn you, Chaiila! You'd been right! Damn your eyes
- for being right!
- He hunched down in the saddle, burying the still-blunt
- tips of his claws into its tough hide, urging the shen on across
- fields where farm buildings and peasants huts lay in ruins, cattle
- gone and crops burnt to ash.
- Why so much?! Burn them! Why'd they gone so far?
- His people were never any threat to the Ch'sty Rim. This was
- simply retaliation for what he and his companions had done to
- Kissaki's troops? What kind of a mind would do that! What kind
- of a mind could. . . Sekher clenched his teeth and howled.
- The shen ran until it was spent, and then some,
- ultimately staggering to a standstill and collapsing to its knees.
- Sekher kicked and swiped at its hide, cursing as he tried to get
- it moving again. He dropped from the saddle and hauled on
- the bridle. It rolled its eyes back at him.
- "Rot you! GODS BURN YOU ALL!" he screamed at the
- sky.
- The twisted leaves and interlaced branches of
- Wovenboughs bobbed and nodded back at him. The small
- grove of trees was peaceful, far from the smoke and violence.
- He stood panting hard, then yowled and drew his sword,
- wielding it like a bat as he swung. The steel slid through a trunk
- as thick as his leg with no more resistance than if it had been fog.
- The tree stood, seemingly untouched. Until the wind caught in
- the branches and it slowly toppled.
- He stood there, shaking violently, then dropped to his
- knees and snuffled and choked uncontrollably; weeping.
- --\o/--
- The fire flickered like a beacon in the darkness. The Rim
- patrol had built their campfire in the lee of the burnt-out
- farmhouse. Several of them were crouched around it, their
- shadows creating lopsided spokes in the warm-orange disc of
- light, their low voices carrying as a subdued susurration.
- Away in the darkness shen whickered and stirred.
- Sekher licked his lips and snarled silently. Grain rustled
- almost inaudibly as he inched closer, his sheathed sword
- clenched in a death-grip. His nostrils widened as he sniffed the
- air; there was food and drink, also blood. That was old. There
- was no scent of alarm.
- Closer.
- The shen chirred and stamped.
- "What's wrong with 'em?" a voice voice asked.
- "Don't know." One of the troopers by the fire rose to
- his feet, staring out towards the shen.
- "A! Perhaps a Che guard?"
- There was laughter at that.
- "Or worse, a Burrowrunner!"
- Laughter barked out again. The one who had stood had
- moved towards the shen, then glanced Sekher's way and
- hesitated. Sekher saw the silhouette of the Rim trooper's head
- cock and he took a couple of steps forward:
- "Hai! There's. . . GODS!"
- Sekher launched himself forward, his blade leaving
- the sheath with a hiss. The Rim trooper stumbled back a step, but
- his hand was only beginning to move for his own blade when the
- alien steel swept through his neck, nearly severing his head.
- Blood fountained in a dark spray, knocking the head back on the
- spine as the body collapsed in a clatter of armour.
- "ATTACK!" The others were screaming, scrambling to
- their feet while drawing swords.
- They couldn't know how many there were, Sekher
- knew. Another died before he could get up, falling face-down in
- the fire in a cloud of rising sparks. His fur caught and the stink of
- roasting meat filled the air.
- Another trooper. Armour of scale mail. His sword up
- to block. Sekher swung wildly and his opponent stared in shock
- as his sword was reduced to a useless stump. He was still
- staring when Sekher's blade came back and eviscerated him
- through the armour. He went down clutching at his own entrails.
- Two more. Sekher struck at another sword and this time
- felt an impact. That blade had been steel. That warrior howled
- in sudden terror and staggered back, throwing up his arms to
- ward off the sword. The alien blade would sever steel; it found
- flesh posed little difficulty. The Rim warrior staggered, then
- stared down at his arm twitching on the ground while his own
- blood was black in the moonlight as it soaked his side.
- Uttering horrified squeals he staggered off into the grain.
- More Trenalbi spilled from the farmhouse with
- weapons in their hands. The remaining Rim soldier backing away
- from Sekher was screaming, "KILL HIM! KILL HIM!" Then
- Sekher's slender blade thrust forward through his breastplate
- and ribs and the heart behind. The Rimmer stared, then
- coughed blood and scrabbled at the sword. That final act lost
- him several fingers.
- The body in the fire was burning brightly now. The fur
- and cloth blazing in a twisted bonfire that sizzled and stank.
- More Trenalbi appeared in the light.
- More of them!
- The sword slid out again and Sekher crouched to face
- the new opponents. Three. . . four of them. No matter. . .
- They melted back from his charge. Sekher tried again,
- swinging at another dark warrior who danced back from his blade.
- Again and again, then something wrapped around his ankles and
- he cried out as his feet were yanked out from under him and
- abruptly claws were tearing at his skin as hands grabbed him,
- an arm curling around his neck. Sekher lashed out madly,
- snarling as he drove an elbow into an unprotected gut. The
- warrior holding him in the hammerlock dropped away with a
- choked grunt and Sekher managed to break away but that chain
- dropped him again. he twisted around and chopped at the
- links to be rewarded by a metallic rattle as a chain was severed.
- Shouts of surprise and the warriors dropped back.
- Sekher swung wildly and one-handed, trying to keep
- them at bay as he hopped around working the chain loose,
- finally kicking it off and finding himself staring at the recurved
- tines of a heavy crossbow held in the grasp of a very
- competent looking male.
- Wearing a heavy roadcoat.
- Panting hard Sekher blinked and looked around. He
- was surrounded, but none of them were dressed in Rim
- armour. Mismatched armour and weaponry; all looking very used.
- "You're Wanderers!" he heaved between breaths.
- There were other weapons out by now. By the firelight
- Sekher could see two of them bore small darters, doubtlessly
- poisoned. There were grins. The one carrying the crossbow drew
- his head back a fraction. "A. And who in all the hells are you?"
- Sekher looked around at the weapons and warriors.
- Four of them, but they were Wanderers; they knew what
- they were doing. "Ser. Ser Kysi." He lied and glanced down at
- the bodies of the Rim troopers, then back at the Wanderer
- bearing the crossbow. "Youre with them?"
- The other lowered the crossbow and studied him for a
- few beats before saying, "Were with them. Looks like our
- contract's done."
- "Contract!" Sekher snarled. "That's what you call it?!
- Try murder for size! I saw what's happening at Tsuba!"
- The other bared his teeth in return. "We had nothing to
- do with that lot. Kissaki pays well, but we've got our honour.
- Now, speaking of murder, that's an interesting blade you
- have there." He nudged a fragment of steel sword with a toe. "I've
- never seen one that slices good steel before. Where'd you pick it
- up?"
- Sekher tightened his grip.
- "Kenner, see: he's been shaved," one of the others
- pointed out.
- "A, I noticed," Kenner replied. "That where? You steal
- it? Perhaps it comes from the Temple?" He grinned and gestured
- with the crossbow, "Tell me, youngling: What's to stop me
- skewering you here?"
- "I don't know," Sekher said even as his hand found the
- bracelet's stud, then Kenner howled and clutched at his arm as
- flame flicked across his fur and sparks flew from the crossbow.
- The lefthand crosspiece was cut in two, the tension snapping it
- back with a whiplash that just missed the Wanderer's face as he
- dropped the weapon.
- The others had reacted in confusion: freezing in place
- or flinging their arms up at the flash. Anyway, whatever they did,
- it gave Sekher time to lay his sword at Kenner's throat. The
- Wanderer struggled briefly until he felt the edge cut through
- his hide and spots of blood bead on his fur. There was a
- blackrimmed gash burned through the Wanderer's shoulder and
- Sekher could feel his heart racing as he scrambled around
- behind the Wanderer with his sword still at his throat and
- hissed in his ear, "How about this for starters."
- The others shifted in dismay at this turn of event. "He's
- Godburned GIFTED!" one of the others hissed.
- "Drop the weapons," Sekher growled. "Drop them! Tell
- them!"
- "A," Kenner gestured to his companions. "Do it."
- There was hesitation, then they did it.
- "All right," Sekher gasped. Gods, he was tired. "Now, I
- don't have an argument with you. . . "
- "Sekher Che."
- "What?!" He started. Kenner made a choking noise as
- the blade bit a little deeper and a whiff of fear reached
- Sekher's nostrils. Gods knew his own was strong enough to be
- smelt all around the campsite. He looked to see who'd spoken.
- "Sekher Che." A wanderer in leather kilt and cuirass
- worn atop a tunic stepped forward to stare at him. "He matches
- the descriptions. The Rimmers are baying for him. I heard he
- destroyed half the palace at Jai'stra, along with about thirty
- battlegroups. That's why they came down on Che so hard."
- Sekher growled.
- "That true?"Kenner choked out. "You got a reason to
- be. . . " He cut off with a gasp as Sekher twitched the sword. It
- would be less than a fingerbreadth before the blade cut arteries.
- "I don't have any argument with you," Sekher hissed
- to the group. "Now, just move back. I'm taking your friend here for
- a walk."
- There were low growls.
- "When I'm away he'll be released."
- Sekher eased up on the sword a little; enough to let
- the Wanderer walk, then directed him off into the darkness, away
- from the fire and his shen. He'd circle around later.
- "You got nerve, youngling," Kenner grated. "Either that
- or a deathwish."
- "Huh!" Panting hard, Sekher glanced back at the
- campsite, he could see them through the trees. Still there;
- They hadn't followed.
- "You're good, but you didn't kill off thirty battlegroups."
- Sekher grinned. "Nah, it was only twenty. And it wasn't
- me who killed them."
- "Who then?"
- "Keep going."
- Kenner stumbled a little. The burn on his arm was
- beginning to bleed. "All right. I wouldn't mind meeting him."
- "We went different ways."
- "A."
- "Here," Sekher stopped the other and moved away.
- "Now; Get down, bite the dirt."
- Kenner lowered to a crouch and hesitated. "You know
- we can track you down easily enough if we want to."
- That made Sekher pause. "I told you I've got no
- problems with Wanderers. I could have killed you earlier. I could
- kill you now. . . "
- "But you aren't going to,"Kenner finished."Look, you're
- Che. Che is gone; no more. Where you going now? Aski says the
- Rimmers are looking for you. He usually knows what he's talking
- about."
- Sekher stared at the Wanderer. "What in the hells are
- you talking about?!"
- "Where do you think WE come from?!" Kenner
- demanded. "Most of us are clanless or outcasts. Sekher. . . Ser. . .
- whatever you want to be called, don't you just want to talk about
- it?"
- "About. . . " Sekher stepped back in confusion, then the
- light dawned. "You are asking me to JOIN you?!"
- "A."
- Sekher stared.
- "Youngling, you look like a good fighter, but I don't
- see you as the sort who's going to survive on his own. I'm
- offering you a chance here. You willing to talk about it?"
- Sekher realised he was still staring. He looked at the
- sword in his hand, then at Kenner: "Uh. . . "
- "You have my word nothing will happen to you if you
- agree to talk."
- What?! This was not what Sekher had been
- expecting. Wanderers. . . how the hells did one handle this?! The
- fine tip of the sword wavered, then lowered. "All right," he said
- in a small voice.
- "Excellent." Kenner grinned at him, then called out,
- "Right! He's going to talk!"
- "Great!" someone shouted back. "And is he going to
- put that sword away too?"
- Sekher stared out into the darkness and saw nothing but
- the outlines of trees and bushes. Grudgingly, he slipped the
- sword back into the sheath.
- Undergrowth rustled slightly and two other
- Wanderers materialised from the darkness, the darters in their
- hands not quite pointed at him.
- --\o/--
- "Drink?"
- Sekher stared at the wineskin but made no move to take
- it. The Wanderer chuckled and took a sip himself and offered it
- again.
- "Thanks," Sekher said. It was wine; not very good
- wine - bitter and with an undertone of the skin's own leather - but
- wine nevertheless. He drank, wiped a forearm across his mouth
- and passed it back. Still, he couldn't feel comfortable here. Why
- the hells did they want him?
- Altruism was something he didn't entirely trust.
- Two of the Wanderers, two named Diksi and Veydiu,
- had drawn the short straws. They were out disposing of the
- Rim bodies. Kenner was grimacing as the one called Aski
- wrapped a poultice around the burn on his arm. He was older,
- considerably older than Sekher, with touches of silver creeping
- into his ruff. More heavily built, with the worn fur and callouses
- on his hands that betrayed long familiarity with a sword. The
- scorch mark was an angry black and red streak against the
- bronzed fur of a highlander. "Ah!" his heavy face wrinkled at
- sudden pain.
- "Hold still," Aski growled. He was a slightly built
- Trenalbi, with a most unusual roadcoat: It seemed to be lined
- completely with pouches. All the medicines and dressing Aski
- was using came from his coat.
- "Easy for you to speak!" Kenner muttered. "You know,
- Che. . .
- "Kysi. Ser Kysi."
- "Probably a good idea," Kenner grinned. "Alright then,
- Ser Kysi it is. As I was saying: you're pretty good with a sword,
- but not quite good enough to fight your way out of Jai'stra.
- How'd you do it?"
- "I told you, that wasn't my doing."
- "A. Your friend. He's a better swordsman, is he? Good
- enough to take on thirty. . . "
- "Twenty."
- "Twenty battlegroups. I would really like to meet such
- a virtuoso with a sword. Who is he?"
- "A daemon."
- The Wanderers stared, then Aski coughed. "You did
- say a daemon?"
- "A. That's right."
- They exchanged glances. "Look, if you don't want to tell
- us, that's your business."
- "Then how would you explain this?" Sekher asked,
- patting the alien sword's sheath.
- "I don't know," Kenner confessed, then pointed at the
- sword, "May I?"
- Sekher didn't move.
- "You have my word you will get it back. I am quite
- satisfied with my own blade, thank you."
- The youth scowled, then handed it over. The Wanderer
- examined the craftmanship closely, turning both sword and
- sheath over in his hands. He used a claw to trace out the
- stylised lightbringer on the pommel.
- "Don't touch the blade," Sekher warned. "It'll take
- your finger off before you know it."
- "A." Kenner acknowledged the warning. "I've never
- seen work like this before. Aski? Your opinion?"
- Aski took the sword and squinted at it, then produced a
- small bundle of black cloth from the depths of his coat and
- unwrapped a small glass disk. He squinted at the sword through
- it.
- Sekher's curiosity was piqued. "What's that?"
- "Some gadget he picked up from some of his
- associates," Kenner replied. "Makes small things look bigger."
- That might have been astonishing. Might have been. Once; a
- few moons ago. Now Sekher had seen things that made tricks
- such as that resemble cublin games. Kenner may have noticed his
- lack of surprise, but he didn't comment.
- Aski concluded his scrutiny. "This is new to me. It's
- not steel. . . and the craftmanship; I've seen work that's more
- intricate and fiddly, but nothing like this style." He hissed and
- passed the sword back, "It's a new one to me. This daemon
- you're talking about: tell us more about it."
- And Sekher hesitated, looking from Wanderer to
- Wanderer. "You worked for the Ch'sty Rim. You start asking
- questions. . . " He took a deep breath, "How the hells do I know
- you won't turn me over."
- "Sek. . . Ser," Kenner leaned forward. "Do you know
- anything about Wanderers?"
- "A little. You're mercenary. You work for whoever pays. .
- . "
- "Huh!" Kenner scratched his muzzle. "You know what
- you've been told, and that's not a whole lot. Look, we're an old
- affiliate, almost as old as the Priesthood. You could say we're
- almost a clan in ourselves, and we look after our own."
- "Then why me?" Sekher asked. "We draw blood trying
- to kill each other, then you go and ask me to join you. Why
- should I?"
- "You need us more than we need you," Kenner
- grinned. "Trust me, youngling, I've got a good sense about these
- things."
- "True," Aski agreed.
- "Yeah, thanks. Anyway, the way you go charging
- around attacking Rim soldiers, you're not going to last long
- doing that."
- "I think I did alright."
- "They were conscripts. If they'd been a bevy of royal
- guards or veterans you'd be walking with your ancestors.
- Listen, youngling: you're own your own. You've lost your entire
- clan. Where else are you going to go?
- "We all saw you fighting, and I reckon you've got
- promise. You had a good teacher, whoever it was showed you
- the spit and polish approach, not a foot wrong, but no
- imagination. Clanless and inexperienced, I doubt you'd last long.
- I'm just offering you a chance to live."
- Clanless. Those were cold words. Sekher shuddered
- and drew his kness up, hugging them as he looked to the pale
- orbs of the daughters swinging through the night sky. How
- could he be sure this was the truth? There was always the
- chance that Kenner was lying, simply intending to hand Sekher
- over to Rim forces at the first opportune moment. But. . . he
- seemed sincere enough, and he was - Sekher considered -
- probably right: He'd never been outside Che before; what did he
- know of the world? How could he last? was he sure he wanted
- to? What was there ahead? Nothing but more running. Home
- was something he no longer had. . .
- Yet there was Chaiila. There was a female who had
- marked him as her own and carried his seed. That was something
- to aim for.
- Slowly he clenched and unclenched his fist, watching
- the stubs of his claws sliding in and out of his fingertips. Why
- weren't they growing back? "All right," he said, not looking at the
- Wanderers. "Alright. I understand. Well, you wanted to know."
- So Sekher told his tale, from the K'streth campaign
- onwards to this moment. However, it was a carefully edited
- version: He made no mention of Seth'Nai's origins and people,
- nor his metal vessel. He never named Chaiila or Nersi, or even
- mentioned their sex. In fact if Sekher had heard this story from
- someone else's mouth, he'd have never recognised it as part of
- his own life.
- Still, Kenner and Aski listened, quietly. There were
- doubts, Sekher could see that, but they kept their questions. . . at
- least until he'd finished.
- "And did this daemon also have something to do with
- your Gift?" Aski asked.
- "A."
- Kenner glanced at Aski. The slight Wanderer rubbed
- his jaw. "Huh! I've heard of Trenalbi finding themselves Gifted
- as they grow older, but I've never heard of anyone actually
- meeting his benefactor."
- "But it didn't do anything to help my people,"
- Sekher growled.
- Kenner touched the bandages on his arm and
- grinned. "I wouldn't complain. It doesn't seem that useless. That
- was an excellent crossbow you ruined."
- "But he could have. . . he could have stopped them."
- Sekher turned to stare in the direction of Tsuba. . . what
- remained of Tsuba. Blood scented metallic as his nostrils flared.
- "Youngling," Kenner spoke, his words slow and
- measured. "Look, that's behind you. It's gone. What can you
- hope to do? one against the Ch'sty, a hero appearing to save
- the clan. . . Kysi, don't make a fool of yourself."
- Sekher started to snarl, caught himself. Wasn't that
- what he'd been told before? Rush in and carry the day
- to triumph. . . That time by a female. Huh, perhaps it was some
- advice he could take. He sagged. "A."
- There were voices approaching, the other two
- Wanderers returning from disposing of the Rim corpses. Kenner
- glanced in that direction. "All right. You've got a shen
- somewhere. Yes? Well, you may as well bring it in then get some
- rest. We leave at first light."
- "Where?"
- Kenner shrugged."Well, for starters we get out of
- Rim territory, then. . . Well, the world's a big place."
- A, Sekher thought to himself, bigger than you can
- imagine. Alright, for now he'd trust them. Fool that he was. . .
- --\o/--
- Could they trust him?
- He was a strange one, that youngling. What else could
- he be? Charging a Rim patrol; his sword; that Gift. . . What
- about that story of meeting a daemon. . . Huh! He seemed all
- right, but there was perhaps that chance that he wasn't entirely
- sane. It wouldn't be altogether surprising, after losing his clan,
- his entire land, then going through a term in the dungeons in
- Jai'stra. That sort of ordeal would be enough to loosen anyone's
- hold.
- Kenner touched his burn wound. Then again there was
- that. That and the sword did corroborate his story. The
- youngling had shown skill with his blade; also restraint. He had
- known when to stop, when to listen, and when to talk. There was
- something there he could work with.
- Huh! Kenner shifted the reigns and squinted into
- the windblown dust. The Che youth was riding before him,
- hunched down into a cloak that seemed far too thin to offer
- much protection against the westerly - straight off the Ramparts.
- It had been a long time since he had had an apprentice. The last
- one, now he had been quite good, but still foolhardy and unable
- to hold his liquor. The last Kenner had heard he had gotten
- himself killed in a tavern brawl. A tavern brawl for godsakes!
- Still, he'd been the same way himself. Once. How long
- ago? Gods! That long? He shuddered. Growing old was
- something he'd never liked thinking about. It just snuck up on
- you, never giving you a chance to face it. Worst of all, there
- would come a time he would be too old for this kind of travelling,
- but the thought of being relegated to rotting in the confines of a
- town, freezing to death slowly in an attic somewhere, that
- brought a bad taste to the mouth. He coughed quietly in disgust.
- Yet, there was still time. He had a couple of decades left.
- Eventually, he would find something more dignified.
- For now. . . there was some teaching to be done.
- --\o/--
- Elsewhere:
- The river was a sparkling blue ribbon along the green
- floor of the alpine valley, almost metallic as it glittered in patches
- of sunlight pushing through the clouds. On either side the
- mountains rose: forest rising to rock climbing higher to
- snowbound peaks that buried their heads in a ceiling of shifting
- clouds.
- Animals moved in that valley. There were the small
- herbivores and scavengers and hunters scuttling in
- the undergrowth, hiding from the larger predators who
- occasioned down from the heights. There were things analogous
- to fish in the river. Christo only knew how they came to be
- there; perhaps through an underground channel. Perhaps
- they'd been there since the mountains raised themselves from the
- oceans.
- From a distance none of that was apparent. There was
- just the mountain valley.
- Hayes perched himself upon a sun-warmed outcropping
- of red rock high in the northern end of the valley and just
- watched it all. Before him the sheer drop fell away for more than
- seventy metres. Beyond that, behind him, all around, the sea of
- dark green twisted leaves of countless trees rustled in the
- shifting air. The brilliant yellow, work-scarred metal frame of
- the loading waldo waiting beneath a nearby tree didn't fit here at
- all. Nevertheless, no matter how motionless the machine may
- have appeared, the sensor cluster inside the chassis cage never
- ceased its survey of the surroundings.
- This place was so different from the vast openess of
- the plains; so much greener and. . . vertical. Hayes had never
- seen so many trees in one place in all his life. There were
- some agrohabs that had parks set aside, several hundred square
- kays of 'wild' terran flora and fauna. One could find a high spot
- and watch it spreading out along the curve of the horizon until
- the green vanished beyond the blue of the projected 'sky'. But
- they couldn't compete with this.
- And there were no natives here.
- That was something Hayes had made absolutely sure of.
- Drones had scoured the valley from end to end. Thermal, IR,
- Kirlian, EMR, ECG, enhancement, contrast, seismic. . . none of
- the sensors had uncovered anything, either natives nor their
- artifacts. If they had been hiding, there would have been some
- trace.
- There was little doubt that if there had been
- something intelligent here, it would have seen him arrive. A black
- scar, seven-hundred metres long, was burned into the
- mountainside where trees had been vaporised by plasma. This
- landing had been better than the last, but still the module had
- taken damage. At the moment it was further up the
- moutainside, perched drunkenly on damaged landing jacks and
- looming over the trees like a gigantic white glacier.
- The flight had been little more than a hop, but getting
- that mass airborne had taken power. A lot of power. The
- superconducting accelerators for the Aggies chewed through
- megawatts while the plasma engines did the same to reserves of
- both solid and ionised fuel. Running systems like that from a
- single PCU was like trying to run a firehose from a bathtub.
- "9.056 percent remaining before reaction mass is
- insufficient to sustain PCU core. Shutdown will be initialised at .26
- percent."
- Hayes sighed helplessly and pinched the bridge of his
- nose. "How long?"
- The vaguely gorrila-shaped machine couldn't shrug.
- "At minimum consumption, a estimated minimum of thirteen
- months."
- "Burn it! And with repairs?"
- "Four months. And I do not have the onboard facilities
- to fully repair the number three and seven extensors in landing
- jack three or realign structural bulkheads in the starboard
- services pods. Lifesupport filter units 69 percent operational.
- Rebreather service pods damaged. . . "
- Hayes propped his chin in his hands and listened
- morosely. The list went on.
- Jeet! But that last hop had been necessary! What else
- was he supposed to do? Sit around and wait for those fuzznuts to
- catch up to him? Then what? Sit around and wait while they tried
- to crack his shell. They wouldn't even have anything able to
- breech the outer hull! Hordes of them trying to burn him out
- while their bogus priests pulled their parlour tricks. What then?
- Perhaps turn one of the module's KK cannon on them? A burn
- from the engines?
- He raked his fingers through his hair. Who'd have
- believed it? The first terra type world; inhabited! To beat that,
- by things that looked more like two-legged hairy wolves than
- people. He'd never thought to scan for a pre-industrial society
- without even the most basic filament lighting, their small towns
- built from stone and wood, not much agriculture for a primarily
- carniverous species. They ate their meat raw, RAW for Christo's
- sake! Go out and kill something and eat it while it was still warm!
- Eating a meal with them was something you wouldn't forget
- quickly. When they stood close you tended to remember that,
- especially when they chose to grin.
- And it was stranger yet that he found he had come to
- call some of the friends. He still wasn't sure of their real names,
- he could only hear them as a squeaking and trilling tickling the
- upper edges of his hearing. Their language was pronounceable if
- lowered into a range audible to humans, but he'd been making do
- entirely with software and electronics, splicing code-crackers
- and translation lexicons and algorithms together in an operating
- shell. It worked, and the software learned a great deal faster than
- he could and never forgot, but there were times he felt the
- machine didn't really convey what he was really trying to say.
- Such as that night he'd woken up to find a hairy body in
- his bed.
- That still confused him. They had talked, but what she
- had wanted. . . it was also what he had wanted. And that was
- physically impossible. He had liked her, she had been openly
- friendly. The talks they'd had told him so much about their
- society and the natives themselves; the Trenalbi.
- She had been related to the other feamle in some way,
- the dark one with the volatile temper. What did he think of her?
- Hayes wasn't too sure. As first impressions went, she came
- across as abrasive as a sandblaster. She was stubborn, vicious,
- touchy, and intolerant, but she'd managed to trick her way into a
- frigging castle, she was perhaps overly protective of Nersi, and
- her affection and trust for Sekher was obvious enough. Perhaps
- it took some searching, but there was enough there to like.
- And then there was Sekher, that other one he called
- friend, the one who'd scared him spitless in the cage, also the
- first who'd begun to treat him as something more than an animal.
- He wasn't the convict Hayes had first thought him. A political
- prisoner, Nersi had told him. The son of the king of one of the
- dozens of small provinces the crater was fragmented into, to be
- used as a hostage in the coming war.
- Murphy, but he'd had a good run, Hayes sighed.
- Contact with pre-industrial cultures prohibited and he'd gone so
- far as to detonate a PCU, killing hundreds of them. Sekher's
- appeal for help was something he'd hoped would never come,
- but it did, and when it came, there was nothing he could do but
- refuse. Things had already gone too far.
- Hayes picked up a fallen stick and twirled it idly
- between his fingers. Shit! He hoped Sekher would make it home
- all right. There was nothing he could have done for him. He
- swung the stick, then began breaking small pieces off and
- flicking them away, watching as they spun away over the cliff.
- Now, he was following regs, and where did that get him? A
- damaged ship on its last ergs.
- Another piece sailed down.
- Now? Power was ebbing all the time. His lifesupport
- relied on that, food and atmosphere recycling, also the
- maintenance systems, computer, comms. After lifesupport went
- he'd be onto ratcakes; maintenance down and the servo's would
- run on batteries for a time, then grind to a halt. Pan. . . the
- computer had fission power cells capable of keeping the
- system up for centuries, but the scanners and auxilieries that
- gave the system its power would be crippled. The gravitic links
- with the main body of the miner would fail. Before that
- happened he'd have to upload a copy OS, control systems, and
- relevant addresses to a tempcore in the mainship. Once
- communications were reduced to the timelag and distortion of
- old-style EM pulses, it would be the only way the mainship
- and factories out in the belts could continue their work on
- replacement modules. When maintenance died the servos would
- stop; any damage in the module or equipment would have to be
- repaired by hand. Not easy. The human body wasn't designed
- to squeez into conduits ten centimetres across.
- He flicked another twig over the edge. Was there a
- way around this? With the juice left, there was no way to build
- another reactor. Sia! but he couldn't even depend on solar
- panels. What?
- "First, what have you got on supplementary energy
- sources? Something that can be used downside. Non-emitting,
- passive, non-polluting."
- "Searching. . . Entries found under library, historical:
- Hydroelectric, fossil-fuels including natural gas, windpower,
- tidal power, geothermal, and solar. Is there a particular item you
- had in mind?"
- "Ah. . . What would be most effective in this sort
- of environment?"
- "More geographical data is required before an
- accurate recommendation can be made. On existing information
- possible suggestions are windpowered generators, solar
- collectors, hydroelectric and possibly geothermal."
- "Hydro, huh?" Hayes gazed thoughtfully at the
- river."What would that take?"
- "A full survey of the watercourse to find a suitable site.
- The resources involved depend upon the location. An estimate
- based on optimum conditions downloaded to matrix now."
- Hayes flicked the matrix display on and scanned the
- listing on the projected screen. Murphy! Most likely types
- looked to be either the arch or butress dam. Core samples for
- soil analysis. Steel and plascrete into the kilotonnes. Servos
- and heavy waldos by the dozen. Construction of a cofferdam,
- high capacity pumps. . . Perhaps that could be circumvented.
- Provided the current wasn't too powerful plascrete and
- compressed rock could be worked underwater. That would mean
- ensuring the machinery was waterproof. Then there were the
- spillways, generators. . .
- And in damming the river, what would that do to the
- valley? Put that on hold for the time.
- There were more problems with windpower. Namely,
- finding enough square acerage where windmills could be
- erected.
- Geothermal power, now that had possibilities. There were
- hot springs in the valley. They had a source. Perhaps that could
- be harnessed. Steam turbines were ancient, but they produced
- power. For a long time Hayes sat muttering to himself and staring
- into the middle distance, completely lost in thought. When the
- inspiration came, he could have kicked himself for not having
- though of it earlier.
- "Dammit! First, what about the exchangers in the PCU!"
- The AI hesitated, then did its best to answer,"Thirty
- two Cromwell carbon-rhenium exchange envelopes each
- generating. . . "
- He waved that aside as he scrambled to his feet and
- began pacing on the rock. "Yeah! I know all that! You know
- what temperatures they can take?"
- "Recommended operating temperature is 1500 c, but
- they can withstand temperatures up to approximately 3700 c."
- "So suppose you were to use a, say. . . R-19 worm, fit it
- with the exchangers, then bore down through the crust until you
- hit magma. How would that compare with the PCU?"
- "Theoretically, the idea is feasible. However, there
- could be technical difficulties aside from the heat. Pressure and
- moving rock might cause damage. If enough magma congealed
- around the exchangers it could degrade performance and cause
- damage."
- Hayes shrugged. "Shielding and reduced friction
- treatments should do it. The grounds not going to move that
- much in a year. It's been done before on Terra. Check the
- references, then get to work."
- "Acknowledged," the AI responded.
- Hayes turned to watch the valley again. A trio of the
- featherless alien birds were circling the treetops like miniature
- aircraft. If they were calling it was in the auditory range of
- everything else on this world, he couldn't hear them. Christo, if he
- screwed up and turned this mountain into a volcano quite a few
- people were going to be blowing blood vessels.
- Hah! What did one volcano matter; he already had
- enough on record to get the 'crats and contact specialists ripping
- their hair. He'd be lucky if they contented themselves with
- dumping his licence, slamming him in some forsaken refinery
- orbiting an iceball somewhere and melting down the key. Again,
- HAH! Grinning, he kicked at a stone, sending it clattering down
- the cliff.
- --\o/--
- Pale walls of sand-colored stone encircled the town.
- Behind it, the sluggish brown snake of the Mestrie river wound
- through the plains, the colors of the crop fields along its banks
- like a crazypatch blanket in earthen tones. Dust hung in choking
- clouds above the road as a steady supply of wagons, shen, and
- Trenalbi on foot braved the summer heat. The bright colors of
- their clothes and the tassles of their animals and wagons were
- travelstained but still stood out cheerfully against the golden
- sienna of sun-bleached grasses. Festival time; outlying farms
- journeying to town to sell their wares, socialize and join the
- festivities.
- Tenada. Not a large town; an outpost at the peripheries
- of the Soli Clan holdings, a realm itself at the western edge of the
- world, several kingdoms removed from Ch'sty lands.
- Perhaps here.
- Chenuk hitched up his carrybag and started walking
- down to the road. His shen was gone, sold. Now a sword hung
- from his hip. It wasn't much: bronze, no embelishments, but it
- was almost all his silver. His food was gone, he hadn't been able
- to catch anything over the past couple of days. The coppers in
- his purse would buy a modest meal this night, but no more. He
- would spend the night. . . somewhere; a disused attic, under
- the walls, somewhere.
- Festival time. Would there be work here? Perhaps the
- Watch would be desperate enough to take him on. He had been
- practising - wrong handed he could make himself look
- dangerous with the sword, but was it enough?
- His stomach growled. With a sigh he hitched his bag
- again and wondered if someone would offer him a ride.
- --\o/--
- To be continued
- eventually...
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