The transition was going well because of the failure in the end space, because the stakes were high, because there was a Guardship in the sky. Somebody had to be in charge. And Valerena was the designated heir.
Beyond that general agreement, though, the Directorate fell into factions trying to get the advantage of one another.
The Simon Tregesser Other, acting in an advisory capacity, was cautious and cooperative. It did not want to be shut down.
Provik said, “You have to recall Blessed. No matter how insecure he makes you.”
“I know. Soon.”
“Real soon. The Directors won’t tolerate having the heir apparent kept isolated and ignorant. They’ll make it an issue.”
“Screw them.”
“They’re scared, Valerena. They’re going to be scared for the rest of their lives. I can tell them ten thousand times there wasn’t anything in that end space to connect House Tregesser and they’re not going to believe me down in their guts. They’re going to wake up every morning wondering if this is the day the hammer falls.”
Valerena grunted. She understood. She felt it herself. She told the nearest window she wanted to look outside. Sometimes staring down at Tregesser Horata had a calming effect.
“Can they find us?”
“I don’t think so.”
“But they never give up. They never forget.”
“They can be distracted. Simon made a lot of friends Outside. They’ll consider the ambush a great success. They’ll be primed for anything. The Simon Other would be priceless as a go-between.”
“All right. See who’s outside.”
Somebody wanted in. Lupo asked who it was.
“Simon.”
“Speak of the devil. Come ahead.”
Valerena watched Provik move to the best vantage point. She had seen him dispose himself like that for her father a thousand times. She was tempted to move, just to mess with him.
Lupo said, “We were just discussing you. I told Valerena we shouldn’t dispense with you because you could be valuable as an ambassador Outside.”
Valerena controlled a lip twitch. The bastard could say a lot without saying anything directly. She asked, “What brings you here?”
“That sonofabitch sitting up in the L5 is using our mining drones for target practice.”
“What?”
“It just blew away an empty headed for the Pyrimedes moons.”
Valerena could not think. Why did she freeze like this sometimes?
Lupo asked, “Why?”
“Who the hell knows? Maybe they’re bored. Maybe they didn’t know the gun was loaded.”
“No provocation? The drone didn’t buzz them?”
“Hell, the bastard was five million K away and headed out. They showed off a trick shot with a CT slug.”
“Have they been asked for an explanation?”
“They aren’t talking.”
Provik said, “Valerena, the Directors will be in a panic. Someone will have to hold their hands.”
“You do that better than me. You scare them more than a Guardship does.”
“I’m usually more immediate.”
“Calm them down. I’ll try to find out what’s going on.”
Provik stepped into the down shaft behind the Simon Other’s bell. As they descended, the Other asked, “What was that about me being an ambassador Outside?”
“They’re used to dealing with Simon Tregesser.”
“Why drag it under her nose?”
“Trying to give her reasons to keep you alive.”
“I’d think you’d want rid of me.”
“Why?”
“You got out of that end space by dancing around a Guardship you expected. If you’d wanted Simon to get out, you would’ve seen to it. He didn’t get out. That makes me a living reproach.”
“He overstepped.”
“His immortality thing. I warned him. He thought he could bring you around by offering to share. He couldn’t survive without you, anyway.”
Lupo said nothing.
“I owe you, Lupo. Had he done it his way, he would’ve gotten rid of me.” The Other drifted out of the shaft. “I won’t mention my suspicions.”
“No. You won’t.”
The Other would have to be monitored. No way it would not try to use what it knew.
“They’re settled,” Provik told Valerena. “What’s the story upstairs?”
“No story. It won’t talk. But it keeps taking potshots. Nothing that can’t be dodged, though somebody could break off the Web and get blasted before we could warn them.”
“This is screwy, Valerena. Guardships don’t play games. They kick ass and say goodbye. Send a Voyager to Starbase for help.”
“What? Us ask them for help?”
“It’s their job. Coming back, the Voyager could collect Blessed.”
“That’s a joke? It’s a lousy one, Lupo. Where did Simon find you, anyway?”
“Down in the Black Ring. Before there was a Black Ring. The same way Blessed met his jocko boy Cable Shike.”
“That’s at least the tenth story you’ve told.” Who the hell was Cable Shike?
“I never tell the same one twice. It’s nobody’s business. But one of the stories might be true.”
“Sure. I’ll send for Blessed. But no Guardship. I’ll go handle this personally.”
“Manage that and you’ll shut up the Directorate permanently.” He left.
“Why did I say that?” Valerena asked her reflection in the window. “I’d better start thinking before I talk.”
She made a call to her castle, then sat down to think. Would she stifle the Directors if she dealt with the Guardship?
Lupo was right. There was something bad wrong with it.
— 68 —
Haget had reverted. He was relaxing at attention. Degas and AnyKaat seemed numb. Vadja was in some sort of relaxing trance.
Unable to sit while WarAvocat thumbed through a mountain of hard copy, Jo approached Seeker. “Are you all right? Still feeling well?” His health had improved radically.
I am well, thank you. This is the man to convince?
“This is the man?”
WarAvocat flipped back and forth, comparing. He looked up. “Pardon my manners. I’ve just gotten a glimpse of a mystery that makes me uncomfortable. During your travels, did you hear anything unusual about the phantom trade, missing ships, or ships found empty on the Web? Other than apocrypha?”
“We heard a lot about the subject on IV Trajana,” Jo said.
“I have Trajana’s remarks here. Twenty-six hundred forty-one single-spaced pages, eighty-eight lines to the page, one hundred twenty characters to the line. A preliminary report, yet.” Thin smile. “I wouldn’t believe it even from a Guardship — from that one, anyway — if it weren’t for incidents involving XXVIII Fretensis and VII Gemina returning from that end space.”
WarAvocat checked a particular page again, shook his head.
“Sir?”
“We had to leave the Web to stabilize a drive well. Routine scan on local stations found an anomaly, a Traveler that had shown two identities, neither genuine. Just a nervous phantom, I thought. Till I spoke with WarAvocat XXVIII Fretensis.
“A few anchor points away, by chance, they stumbled on a Traveler caught on the Web. They maneuvered it into a rider bay, broke through a cargo hatch. Crew and passengers had been tortured and murdered and mutilated. Ritually, Fretensis suspects. Six passengers listed on the manifest were missing. So was much of the cargo.”
“That doesn’t make sense, sir. Pirates would put people aboard a Traveler, sure, but they wouldn’t just kill everybody and leave the ship. A Traveler is worth more than any cargo.”
“You’re right. Ships are mostly what piracy is about. But. Trajana really talks ritual. And when you slide into the supernatural, you do leave all rationality behind. But I’m getting away from the subject. I want to hear what happened out there. Commander Haget?”
“Have you
seen my report, sir?”
“I have.”
“Then you’re aware that I gave new meaning to the word incompetent.”
“I didn’t see that. Sergeant. Do you consider the mission a failure?”
“A grim time, sir, but not a failure, considering we had no fixed brief. And a success in that we established communication with Seeker. He still won’t tell us anything substantive, but we might get it with a little work.”
WarAvocat cut her off. Damn. She wished she were somewhere else.
“I have to explain why you’ve been isolated. There has been a catastrophic polarization among the Deified during your absence. Gemina fears you might worsen that.”
Shit. That was all she needed, to get caught in the power games of the Deified. Screw them.
WarAvocat looked at Degas, AnyKaat, and Vadja. “I’ve screwed your lives around too much already, but I’m in a bind where all I can do is jack you around some more. We can’t take you home till we’re spaceworthy. IV Trajana is willing. Interested?”
He got no takers.
“I thought not. I’ll express regrets.”
Jo indicated Seeker. “There were things we didn’t put on the record, sir.”
“And things you weren’t told. For example, XXVIII Fretensis came into the picture by aborting an Outsider attack on your friend’s homeworld. Handled quickly and efficiently,” he assured Seeker. “Without damage or casualties.”
Jo asked, “Did you really have one of his people here, sir?”
“Yes. She and two companions. A Ku and an artifact.” He explained. “They’re walking bombs. They could blow up on us any time.”
The sly bastard was sneaking up on something, Jo thought. She had a cold feeling. She would not like it when it came.
She wanted to rejoin her squad. She wanted to sleep off the rest of this nightmare.
I Am A Soldier.
Yeah.
“I’d like to question Seeker,” WarAvocat said. “I had no chance with the other one. She was in a coma the whole time she was here.”
Haget said, “Sir, it would be best to handle that through the Sergeant. He trusts her more than the rest of us.”
Jo shot him a killing look. He did not shrivel. Maybe he thought he was doing her a favor.
“Makes sense. Commander, I’m sure you have friends you want to see. Indulge me and put that off till I’ve reviewed the data.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Colonel Vadja, I’ll explore the possibility of alternative transportation. Meantime, be patient and enjoy our hospitality. Commander, if you’ll show everyone to VIP, I’ll get on with Seeker and the Sergeant.”
Bloody hell. She felt like an animal caught in a trap.
WarAvocat studied the soldier. She was scared. He glanced at the alien. It wore a human guise but not well. As though to ease the discomfort of those around, it but not to deceive.
“Is there some way I can help you relax, Sergeant?”
She started. “I don’t think so, sir.”
“What about your friend? Would he be more comfortable sitting?”
“Not in a human chair, sir.” She looked at the alien. Something passed between them. “He’s anxious to hear about the one you had aboard.”
“I have some tape made during her visit. If he can move to that viewscreen?”
The soldier explained through speech and gesture. WarAvocat set the tape running. “How good is this rapport, Sergeant?”
“Feeble. You have a fifty-fifty chance of getting through. If it’s simple and concrete. What I get from him turns into garble easy. I can’t catch the odors they use like we use gestures and expressions. They don’t hear quite like we do, so they lose some of our verbal stuff. And our odors confuse them.”
“I sensed hollow spots in your report.”
“Not intentional, sir. I’d never done one before. I spent most of my time learning how to write one.”
“He’s agitated. Why?”
“I don’t know, sir. Don’t interrupt him. He gets real singleminded. You have to take things in series.”
“Who and what is he?”
“That’s hard. Seeker is more a job title than a name. A long time ago his people sent eighteen children to Capitola Primagenia. They wanted to understand humans better. They sent children because their minds are more flexible. They were supposed to stay ten years. But they never came home. When the first Seeker went out he found out they’d never gotten to Capitola Primagenia. But then, later, they got signals that some of the children were alive.”
“Then what?”
“That’s where we run into a wall, sir. I can’t figure it. They knew. So they sent another Seeker. Him. He’s been out ever since. And he’s found several Lost Children. Near as I can figure, the Traveler they were on got hit by pirates. Methane-breathing Outsiders had something to do with it.”
“Curioser and curioser.”
“There was a methane breather on their Traveler. Some of the human passengers grabbed the bridge and stopped the ship on the Web. Another ship came. It brought more methane breathers and a crew of humans and aliens. They boarded...”
“On the Web?”
“Yes. They boarded but didn’t do anything till the Presence arrived. Then they started killing people. When they started on the children, though, they made them stop. I don’t know how. Seeker isn’t a storyteller. He stated facts. If he doesn’t, I can’t follow him.”
WarAvocat glanced at the alien, engrossed in watching one of its own do nothing. “How did our Lost Child get to Merod Schene?”
“I gather the children cooperated as long as the pirates didn’t hurt them. So the pirates abandoned them one by one, on outbacks like V. Rothica 4. They couldn’t talk, didn’t know how to survive in a DownTown, and were kids. Solution to a problem.”
“How long ago did this happen?”
“From context, shortly after the Enherrenraat crisis.”
“That long ago?”
“They’re functionally immortal. They don’t die from natural causes. The tape is done. He’s upset.”
“Find out what you can.”
He gave up trying to follow the exchange, reflected on fate’s penchant for hatching villains. This phantom phantom pirate bunch might be the most bizarre yet. And ambitious, if they were behind the ambush.
He punched up data delivered in response to an old query.
No known, suspected, or rumored connection between any House and pirates. On the other hand, most Houses indulged in smuggling.
“Sergeant. Was it chance he was on the Cholot Traveler same time as that methane breather?”
“No. He heard the thing had entered Canon space. He made arrangements to get onto the same Traveler.”
He heard the methane breather had entered Canon space? How? And after missing the Lost Child on V. Rothica 4, later, suddenly, six hundred light years away, he knew she was in trouble? How mental could you get?
The soldier said, “He’s very agitated, WarAvocat.”
“I noticed.”
“This particular child is about to go through a transition from adolescence to young adulthood. That’s sudden and traumatic and could kill her, or worse, if there isn’t an adult there to guide her.”
“Or worse?”
“That’s what he said. He says he’s got to hunt her down before the crisis comes.”
“Uhm?”
“They go through life stages. Like insects. Only more stages. The early stages they can handle alone. He says they can delay the final transition consciously as long as they stay in control of themselves. But if she was under stress and retreated inside herself — which she did — she might not be able to hold the change off.”
“He wants to look for her?”
“With our help?”
“Want to go along?”
“Shit! I knew it would be a fucking when it came.”
“Sergeant?”
“Sorry, sir. I am a Soldier.”
&nbs
p; “The idea doesn’t appeal?”
“No, sir. I’ve been away as much as I want. The trip was interesting but I didn’t enjoy it.”
“I thought it might be a way to track the others I mentioned. One is the Ku warrior Kez Maefele. You might examine his war record.”
“Yes, sir.”
“For now, learn from Seeker. He’ll cooperate because that’s his best chance for finding his Lost Child.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That will be all. Don’t talk to anyone. I’ll get back to you.”
“Yes, sir.” She started trying to make the alien understand that they were supposed to leave. It did not want to go.
“Complete information on the Other’s stay with us is available in his quarters, Sergeant.”
That did it.
WarAvocat arranged that, then leaned back. The thing to do next was obvious, if unpleasant. He had to visit IV Trajana personally.
— 69 —
Valerena surveyed six identical versions of herself. A little unnerving, looking at all those Valerenas. Only they were not exactly Valerena anymore, were they?
To work up a proper Other, you had to put time into the details, especially motivation and indoctrination. But she was always so damned busy.... Face it. She did everything half-assed. These were her six best Others, but she had no idea how they would jump if a shitstorm hit.
She fixed her attention on viewscreen and controls. The shuttle’s inertial system was up to max. The escape and evasion programme was poised to zag out on the first shot. On screen, the Guardship filled the entire field. Its surface seemed worn, abraded, even scruffy. It made her think of old, old stone, barren except for patches of lichen.
She thought the thing looked unhealthy.
The comm kept squirting a semi-hysterical, “We come as friends” message. There was no response, but there was no shooting, either, and the shuttle was well inside the traditional killing radius.
The color of fear is brown. Those old farts on the Directorate were dribbling it down their legs. After this none of them would dare say anything about her courage.
Only a few kilometers now.
She was soaked inside her EVA suit. Her hands trembled. What was it Simon had said about the day he and Lupo had taken the House? “Going in with assholes so tight you couldn’t drive a nail up them with a sledge.” She knew what he’d meant.