But regardless of how he justified it, he had been wounded. Much of his energy had been drained. He might have been able to recover had he been able to rest, even for a few days, in the chambers of the xel'naga. But they had dogged him even there, the zerg; the humans had given up and the protoss had either fled or died where they stood. Like a beast gone to ground unwillingly flushed, Ulrezaj had been forced to run.
The thought galled him.
Even as he maneuvered himself into one of the xel'naga vessels he simmered with resentment. At full strength, he could teleport the distance. But he was weak.
Ulrezaj despised weakness, even in himself.
They were following, and he knew it. Yet they did not attack.
We all wish the preserver, one part of him put forth. They wish to capture her, to determine what she knows. I wish to destroy her and render her silent.
They think I know where to find her, and therefore, they follow me, another part concluded.
It was undoubtedly so. And Ulrezaj did know where the preserver would flee. Perhaps not immediately, no, perhaps it would take a while for her and the human she was using to discover their destination.
But Ulrezaj knew. He knew and he would be there when Zamara and Jacob Jefferson Ramsey arrived. He would be the spider, sitting quietly, his web subtle and sensitive and lethal.
Would the zerg that followed him try to kill him upon his arrival? Perhaps. Although he thought their queen wiser than that; for they did not know this was the destination. What if their quarry had come to this place merely to heal? Ah, what then if they slew him before they knew for certain the preserver would come? That would be a fool's choice, and Sarah Kerrigan was no fool.
His followers had pursued Zamara once before. Had blasted apart a carrier in search of her, had driven her small vessel to crash in a dead xel'naga temple. Their reports had been accurate, so far as they went. They had told him that she was either dead on impact or soon would be; she could not live long on so inhospitable a planet. And they were correct. Zamara, the protoss preserver, had not lived long.
Not in that body at least.
But she had found another body, and like a parasite had attached herself to the first host that had had the misfortune to stumble across her. And so she, and the secret she carried, still existed and could possibly ruin everything.
Ulrezaj would not permit that to happen. Zerg or no, he would travel to the place where he knew she would come. He would rest, and heal, and think.
Zamara had eluded him once. She would not do so again.
All heads turned to the dark templar.
"You do? You can?" The exclamation came from Artanis. Even he, apparently, was startled by this statement. Thus taken by surprise, Artanis inadvertently seemed very young in his reaction.
A dry raspy chuckle came from Mohandar. "We have shared much with our brethren from whom we were separated so long ago. But we dark templar have a thousand years of history separate from you. Not all can be explained or revealed in a mere handful of years. Especially when the present and the future seem more dire than thepast."
Rosemary watched him closely, her eyes narrowing. That much was true, yes—but she suspected this canny elder would not play his hand before he had to. She was willing to bet there was a great deal the dark templar still kept to themselves. After all, that was the great lesson, wasn't it—to hide in the shadows, to keep themselves secret and therefore be safe? That, too, wasn't going to change in a mere handful of years.
"Speak now, then," said Selendis. For all her counsel to Rosemary on patience and always having time to do things the right way, she clearly was more than ready to depart. "Where is this place?"
"I said that I believe that I knew where Zamara would wish to go. It is possible though that Zamara herself does not know this. Preservers know a great deal, but it is unlikely she is aware of the existence of this place. This is dark templar knowledge—profound, and powerful, and sacred."
The old bastard's enjoying this, Rosemary realized.
"Yes," came Selendis's private thought, obviously annoyed. "He is."
Mohandar sat back in his chair, surveying the protoss who were all gazing at him with rapt attention. His eyes crinkled in a smile. "When we were cast out of Aiur, we traveled for centuries. We became nomads, explorers, finding and investigating many worlds. Some we stayed on only temporarily. Others, we built structures upon, and they became anchors of a sort. But nothing permanent. Nothing we could truly feel in our souls as home, until we found Shakuras and its temple.
"The site I mention, though, is still an important place to my people. It is called the Alys'aril, the Sanctuary of Wisdom. The little moon upon which it was built is called Ehlna. It means 'Haven' in our language," he added for Rosemary's benefit. "It was one of the first places we settled, and we stayed there for well over a century before we decided to move on. Still, it was not abandoned. It could never be abandoned. Many stayed behind, to tend the Sanctuary of Wisdom. And to this day, those of us who left to find our true home return there on pilgrimage toward the end of our days, if such a thing is at all possible."
Like creatures that returned to the place they were born to reproduce—or die, Rosemary thought. But why? Just for nostalgia's sake?
"There is a nexus of energy there that alters the khaydarin crystals," Mohandar continued. "I will not say 'refines' them, for that is not truly accurate. I think even our terran friend here knows that the crystals serve us in many ways. They can calm us, channel and focus our energies. We even use them in our technology. One use of the crystals is data storage. The energies on Ehlna render them uniquely fit for this specific task, less so for others." Mohandar turned and looked squarely at Rosemary. "Therefore, it is a library of the greatest sort. A collection of as much knowledge as the dark templar can assemble—taken from the very minds and memories of our people to be recorded forever."
Rosemary gasped. "Yeah, that would be where Zamara would want to go all right," she agreed. "She knew you guys had the ability to do something like this, but she had to find a dark templar to find out where. That's why she wanted to come to Shakuras."
"Friend Mohandar," said Artanis reproachfully, "why have you not told us of such a place as this before?"
"Friend Artanis," replied Mohandar, not using Artanis's formal title, "you had no need of such information. After all, your people have preservers. You have living embodiments of memories who advised your Conclave. We dark templar utilize a technological substitute—one that maintains our individuality. Why would we need to tell you of our Sanctuary of Wisdom when such 'sanctuaries' walked among you?"
A good enough explanation, but Rosemary realized—as did everyone present—that the leader of the Nerazim was cannier than this simple, self-effacing explanation would convey him as. He didn't tell because he had had an ace in the hole. But now the need had arisen, and he had revealed the existence of this place.
"The tenders of this place, the Keepers of Wisdom, will likely be able to assist Jacob and Zamara with the process of transferring Zamara's essence to a crystal. Rosemary, you spoke of a crystal that you and Jacob found in the chambers beneath the surface of Aiur?"
Rosemary nodded, sensing a renewal of interest in her from Zekrath and also from Selendis. "Yeah. Zamara seemed to think we'd need that crystal."
"She may find all that she needs at the Alys'aril, but perhaps not. The alysaar are trained to extract memories from ordinary dark templar, one at a time. We keep them in the Chalice of Memories. A preserver, however, has literally billions of memories. Perhaps Zamara was wise to bring a crystal from so powerful and ancient a place. Regardless, eventually her path will lead her and Jacob there. I am surprised she even knew about our abilities to do this thing."
"She's a preserver," Rosemary said. "She knows a lot."
"Mohandar, I am deeply grateful you have chosen to tell us of this place," said Selendis. "Otherwise I fear we would not have been in time. We can only hope that Zamara learns of
its existence as well. In the meantime I will travel there with Rosemary and see if the preserver awaits us. If she does not, we will have to take other measures to—"
"No." Mohandar's blunt response silenced Selendis in midthought. "It is a sacred place to the dark templar. We alone will travel there."
Ah, crap, thought Rosemary. We were finally going to do it and now it's going to get all tied up in the " who gets to go" issue. She didn't bother to even try to censor her thoughts. She'd had it about up to here with protoss red tape and chafed for action.
"The Shelak have long tended the things of the Wanderers from Afar," murmured Zekrath. "And yet we share them with all protoss —even your tribe, shadow hunter."
Mohandar's eyes flashed. Rosemary had sudden confirmation, as if there was any doubt, that this ancient being was far from nonthreatening.
"The xel'naga created us all, Zekrath. All protoss, including the dark templar. To forbid any of us entry to such things would be indefensible and foolish. But this is not of the xel'naga's doing, or of any Aiur protoss. This place we built, we, the exiles, banished from our home that we loved so dearly. It arose from our experiences, to serve our needs. It is nothing of yours. For me to even speak of it, toencourage a preserver to travel there, to aid her—so much is already a great gesture on our part."
"We understand and appreciate the place this holds in dark templar history," Artanis began.
"I am far from certain that you do," Mohandar replied dryly.
"Then come with us," said Selendis. Rosemary whirled to stare at her. She'd have thought the executor would argue this point. "Come with us, Mohandar. Let this be more than a gesture. Let this be a healing, a new beginning. The knowledge a preserver has can serve us all. You have the ability to keep that knowledge from vanishing. You know full well no one in this hall will reach agreement on this if you insist on being the sole protoss to oversee it. If you truly mean what you say, if you truly wish to aid Zamara and Jacob and bring an end to the malice that is Ulrezaj once and for all, then withdraw your sole claim to this expedition."
Utter mental silence fell in the chamber. Everyone was waiting on Mohandar's reply. There was no way to force his hand; he alone knew where this mysterious library was. Rosemary knew that Selendis was right. There was no way in hell this council would agree to let this be handled as a dark templar matter. Mohandar was no fool, he had to know this too.
Mohandar was still for a long time, his thoughts sealed away from them. Finally his eyes half-closed and his shoulders hunched in amusement.
"Well played, Executor. Well played indeed. All right. I would ask you to remember that this place is very important to us. I will tolerate no disrespect."
Selendis stood utterly straight. "My templar will be so informed. There will be no disrespect."
Mohandar turned his gaze to Rosemary, and his thoughts were for her alone.
"I have little love for your people, terran. If I could exclude you, I would. But it appears that you are inextricably involved in this situation. Know this—you may be leaving Shakuras, but you are still being evaluated by the protoss. Your actions may confirm our opinion of terran females as established by Kerrigan, or give us pause for thought."
"Yeah, I've figured that one out by now," Rosemary retorted. "Let's just get this show on the road, shall we?"
Anger, irritation, and amusement all vied within Mohandar for a moment, then he withdrew from her mind.
"It is agreed then," said Artanis. "Selendis may choose whatever templar she sees fit to accompany her. Rosemary, you will yet be of help, I think. Mohandar, we will take whomever you appoint to represent you in this matter. I—"
Vartanil flung himself on his knees before the hierarch. "Artanis, I beg you, permit me to attend as well!"
Artanis blinked. "You have already endured much, Vartanil. Surely you would prefer to remain here, to find friends and family and recover from your ordeal."
"I have grown to respect not only Zamara but the humans she has deemed worthy to accompany her," Vartanil said. "I have done much harm under the influence of Ulrezaj, our enemy. I was his tool. I would redeem myself by acting now for the right cause. Hierarch—I gave my word to Rosemary that I would not leave her side until Jacob and Zamara had been safely recovered. You would not have me be forsworn?"
Artanis was at a loss and looked at Selendis. Both templar were still for a moment, and Rosemary realized that a private conversation was taking place. Finally Artanis nodded.
"Very well. You will have a chance for your redemption. Your desire for such does you credit. But you must swear to obey the executor. Your fondness for the humans must not override your loyalty as a protoss."
Vartanil got to his feet, his eyes shining, his body straight and tall. Rosemary thought that at this moment he looked every bit as noble as any of the templar she'd seen.
"The two are not in opposition. You will see. Serving one serves the other. But yes, Hierarch, I do swear."
"Then go. Make haste. Executor Selendis, while your group ventures forth to Ehlna and the Alys'aril, others will be investigating other worlds. We will prepare for the arrival of the preserver."
Selendis bowed deeply, respectfully. "It shall be done. En taro Tassadar, Hierarch."
"En taro Tassadar, Executor."
And heaven help us all, added Rosemary. They were going to need it.
CHAPTER 16
JAKE MUNCHED ON SOME FRUIT AND THOUGHT longingly of a steak. He sighed when he realized he was also thinking longingly of rations.
When do we go back to Zeratul? he asked.
...We do not.
What? What do you mean?
He will either come to us now, or else we depart. We have pushed him as far as we can.
Jake bit his lower lip. I went too far, huh?
So I thought, at first. But perhaps it is what he needed. Zeratul carries more than one burden of guilt, of bringing tremendous harm to those he only sought to protect. Compassion is necessary, yes. But we do not have the luxury of days or months for him to heal from this. He must decide to join us, or we must press on.
Press on to where?
She was silent within him. Her stalwart spirit was close to despair. It rattled Jake and upset him more than he would have thought, and he was desperate to comfort her. More than just his life was at stake here, and Zamara had always been rock-solid.
He's not the only dark templar, Zamara.
We cannot go to Shakuras. He is the only dark templar I know of who is not on that world.
But... well... the protoss are on a lot of different worlds, aren 't they?
The protoss of Aiur are not the protoss who were banished from Aiur. The dark templar, to the best of my knowledge, stayed together. I knew of only two sources. One is closed to me by technology; the other has closed himself to me by choice.
Then we just go. We go somewhere that sounds logical and we eliminate places one by one.
Humor that was painful and sad moved through him. Jacob, there are quite literally hundreds of worlds. And each world is wide.
"Needle in a haystack," Jake muttered. "I understand."
She sent back a thought of utter bafflement until he explained the reference. Jake finished the fruit and tossed the rind and core into the little pool. He buried his face in his hands for a moment.
"Even if it is a needle in a haystack," he muttered, "we can't give up. We'll just keep trying, and trying, and if we fall down, we'll get back up."
"That," came a thought that was not Zamara's, "is the lesson of the humans."
Startled, Jake looked up. He saw nothing. He got to his feet, looking around. The mental voice belonged to Zeratul, but where was he?
And then, right where Jake was staring, something shifted. A ripple, a blur, then again nothing. And then there, over in the shadow of the large tree, there was a darker shadow, and then there was Zeratul.
Jake realized with a start that he had seen this before—he knew what to look for. His min
d went back to the memories Zamara had shared with him: "The fugitives need to be able to cover themselves. To... hide," Adun had said.
And Raszagal's promise: "We will put our knowledge toward keeping ourselves safe. To merging with the shadows, unseen." And later, "We have studied hard, as I told you we would. Now we can bend light to hide ourselves."
"Adun toridas, "Jake whispered. Zeratul nodded.
"We learn, we dark templar. It is what has kept us alive," he said quietly. "We learned much when we were on Aiur, and we never forgot who we were. We learned from Adun that shadow and light are illusions, and how to clothe ourselves in them so that others see what we wish them to see. We learned from the cold darkness of the very Void itself knowledge and skills that we have mastered, skills that enabled us to work against the zerg in a way that other protoss could not. We learned from the zerg and their queen the price of trust too lightly given."
He stepped forward. Jake found him an imposing figure, dark and green and powerful in a way that the Aiur protoss, straight, gleaming, and sunlit beings that they were, were not. But there was nothing to fear from Zeratul. He knew that. There never had been, not even in the moments of his blackest despair or his hottest rage. And now there was a calmness about Zeratul that eased the tension in Jake's chest as the protoss drew within three feet of him.
Zeratul bowed. Deeply. Jake blinked. The gesture wasn't meant for Zamara—it was meant for him.
"From the humans, I have learned that it is possible to be willing to die for others. Others who are not friends, as might be expected,nor even of one's own race. James Raynor was willing to die to protect Shakuras from the zerg. He knew he would be stranded on the deadly side of the gate, and yet he willingly undertook that risk. And you stand here, Jacob Jefferson Ramsey, bearing Zamara. You do not even know her secret, yet I have touched your mind, and if it came to it, you, too, would give your very life for it."
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