Twilight tdts-3

by Кристи Голдэн

  Jake easily shared the information with Zeratul, absurdly pleased as, for the first time, he had something real and concrete from his own field of expertise to contribute. Zeratul bowed deeply to him.

  "Perhaps we will meet again, when the crisis is over, and we have protected our worlds and those we love. But for now, I must act." The glowing eyes crinkled slightly. "It is, after all, what my friend Tassadar would have wished me to do."

  He turned to the others. "Mohandar, Selendis.. .1 believe that a battle which will need us both—need us all—is shortly to begin. I will return to Shakuras as soon as I may."

  "We will await your return, Prelate," Selendis said, and Mohandar nodded.

  "Krythkal...Zamara and Jake both are precious. Take the utmost care in what you must do."

  "I shall bring to bear all my centuries of skill. And," he said, chiding gently, "perhaps soon you will return here so that we may have your memories as well. Adun toridas, Zeratul."

  "En taro Tassadar, " said Zeratul, and then he was gone without a backward glance, moving forward purposefully. Jake was glad of it. This was the Zeratul that Zamara had known, whose integrity and strength of purpose had convinced Tassadar that he was worthy of trust.

  Whatever happens to me, Zamara said for Jake alone, my people know as much as I can tell them.

  The ice pick in his head returned and Jake felt the blood drain from his face. Someone was there, holding his arm firmly, not letting him fall. He glanced up, assuming it was Krythkal or another protoss, and then down. Rosemary gazed back up at him.

  "Whatever it is you're going to do to him, Krythkal," Rosemary said steadily, "you better do it soon."

  Krythkal nodded, troubled. "Agreed. I shall assemble my best students to help me, and we will begin at once."

  Jake looked at the little group that surrounded him as he followed Krythkal. By anyone's estimate, it was an odd assembly. Two ancient dark templar and a younger one, one executor—female at that, which Jake knew was rare—a rather enthusiastic youngster that he understood was a Furinax, a craftsman, and two humans, one of whom had a preserver in his head.

  He chuckled softly. "Bet you never thought you'd see this," he said, directing the comment to everyone.

  "Truer words were never thought," Mohandar said. "The ways of fate are strange indeed."

  He felt Vartanil's gaze boring into him and turned to regard the young protoss who had slowed his long-legged pace to Jake's. "Jacob, it pleases me so greatly to be here with you and Rosemary. To lend my support, however weak it might be, to your cause."

  "Vartanil was a strong voice in the Hierarchy," Selendis said, looking over her shoulder as she strode ahead of them. "I do not think Rosemary alone could have persuaded them. At least not in time. You were of more aid than you suspect, Vartanil."

  Vartanil ducked his head. If protoss could blush, Jake thought the Furinax would be scarlet by now.

  "Thank you," Jake said quietly. Vartanil turned radiant eyes upon him.

  "It didn't help that the only human female they'd met was Sarah Kerrigan," Rosemary said. "Nothing like a mountain of prejudice to climb over."

  "Your sincerity and concern for Jacob was a great factor in our decision as well," Selendis said. "We did not expect to see such ferocious dedication in one of your species."

  Rosemary didn't look at him, but her cheeks were more traitorous than Vartanil's. "Yeah," she said, "whatever. So, how does this thing you're going to do to separate Jake and Zamara work?"

  Krythkal turned expectantly to Jake. "Oh, right," Jake said. He slipped his hand into his pocket, feeling again the tingling sensation as his fingers closed around the crystal, and handed it to Krythkal. The protoss started as the crystal settled in his long-fingered palm. Jake felt his surprise and pleasure wash over them all.

  "It is...astonishingly pure," Krythkal said, in slight awe. Recovering, he added, "The alysaar have, over the centuries, developed a technique for the joining of thoughts that enables us to transfer them to certain khaydarin crystals that have been specifically attuned for the task. It is a recording device. It stores the memories as images and information that can then be accessed later by anyone who has been trained in the proper technique, which is very simple."

  "Like a hologram," Rosemary said, nodding. "Gotcha. But Zamara's kind of.. .a super memory holder, right?"

  Krythkal was clearly worried. "Yes," he said. "We have never attempted anything this ambitious. Also, we are used to probing protoss minds, not terran minds. I will do the best I can, but I fear I cannot promise anything."

  It would have to do.

  A few moments later, Jake found himself in a narrow chamber. He, Krythkal, Selendis, Mohandar, Razturul, Rosemary, and Vartanil crowded the tiny space, and when two more alysaar approached, it got positively cramped. He glanced down at the small raised table in the center of the room, made of the same black polished stone that comprised the rest of the temple. It didn't look very comfortable.

  Krythkal turned to them. "The fewer present, the better. We will need to concentrate quite intently."

  Selendis nodded and inclined her head. "We will wait outside then."

  "No," said Rosemary.

  Selendis turned to her, slightly annoyed. "You wish to be a distraction in this delicate operation?"

  "I—of course not. But I thought maybe I could help."

  Jake's hand shot out, almost of its own volition, and grabbed Rosemary's. Startled, she glanced up at him, and he felt her start to pull back.

  Stay with me.

  Her eyes widened slightly as he sent the thought, lacing it with everything he felt for her. Her lips curved in a slight smile and she nodded. He wanted then, so badly, to read her thoughts—to know exactly how she felt, as he had let her see. But he wouldn't do that. He'd promised.

  Selendis was looking at them both. "Perhaps your presence would be a positive thing," she allowed. "If it strengthens Jacob's spirit." She turned to Jake.

  "I have every confidence that this will be a success, Jacob Jefferson Ramsey. I look forward to when we will speak again."

  He nodded. She shifted her gaze, and he knew she was speaking with Zamara. With a brief, brusque nod, Selendis left. Vartanil lingered.

  "Go on," Rosemary said. "He and Zamara are gonna be fine." As if she actually could foretell the future, Vartanil executed a low bow and left as well. Mohandar said nothing to Jake, but he knew that the old protoss and the preserver had exchanged a few words.

  The door closed quietly behind them. Jake, Rosemary, Krythkal, and his two attendants were alone in the little chamber. He looked at the flat slab and suddenly a shiver went up his spine.

  It reminds me of what we saw in the chambers, he sent to Zamara.

  I know. But there is a world of difference between what Ulrezaj did and what is about to happen to us.

  Are we sure? Ulrezaj used to be one of these guys, after all. And they are dark templar... maybe this Krythkal secretly hates preservers, because you do naturally what he can't ever hope to accomplish.

  Perhaps, she agreed, and he was totally unnerved. Although I doubt this. Jacob—there is no other choice. It is your life at stake, and my knowledge. They cannot continue together any longer.

  He nodded and lay down on the cold stone slab, shivering a little where it touched his bare skin. "You might at least offer a guy a blanket," he joked.

  Krythkal regarded him steadily. "You will shortly be in a mental state such that you will be completely unaware of your physical body," he replied. Like that was any kind of reassurance.

  Jake sighed and stretched out, folding his arms, prickling with gooseflesh, across his chest. "Okay, let's get this over—"

  Her lips were soft and warm on his, but not gentle. As he'd imagined far too many times than was good for his sanity, Rosemary's kiss was as fierce and passionate as she was, and after the initial shock had passed Jake responded. His arms wrapped around her small frame and pulled her close for a moment that was both long and timeles
s and far, far too short.

  When she pulled back, he was shaking. She seemed completely composed, of course. She smiled and gave him a wink.

  "You. Don't. Die," she said.

  "Okay," he stammered. The grin was stupid and as unstoppable as the rotation of a planet. He sensed the protoss's confusion, annoyance, and humor, but none of that mattered.

  We 're surviving this, Zamara.

  I had no idea that a terran gesture of affection was such a powerful force, Zamara said wryly, but she was pleased for him. As Jake lay back and closed his eyes, he felt her wrap her essence around him like a cat curling up for a nap, and in the midst of his giddiness, he knew sorrow. Even if this attempt was completely successful, she would never be in his mind as she was now.

  Iwill miss it too, she said, reading his thoughts even as he formed them. I had not expected to become so fond of you.

  Me neither.

  The slab beneath him was firm and cold, and then, all sensation of it was gone.

  Jake opened his eyes to a scene of bright sunlight, steamy warmth, and an overabundance of green. He realized that he was on Aiur, but Aiur before its devastation and fall to the zerg. He turned and knew whom he would see, and smiled at Zamara.

  She was clad in the clothing her corpse had worn: purple and white robes, shining and soft and suiting her admirably. She tilted her head and half closed her eyes, but he did not need to see her in order to feel her smile. They sat as they had done so many times before as Jake had watched the unfolding of one of the myriad memories Zamara kept. But this time, while this image of an untouched Aiur was a memory, Jake knew that he would not see anything else. This was how Zamara wanted their separation to occur.

  He sensed Krythkal's thoughts, wafting to his mind like the scent of flowers on a breeze.

  "The crystal is astoundingly pure. I think it will successfully contain all the memories."

  "What about Jake?" Rosemary demanded. It was good that they would get whatever it was that Zamara was so insistent was important, of course, but her concern was Jake. He lay alarmingly still on the dark stone slab; she wasn't even sure he was breathing.

  "I do not understand human anatomy, child," Krythkal chided her. "All I can do is remove Zamara's influence from him. You will

  have to turn to your terran physicians after that. Now be silent, and let us complete this."

  Rosemary frowned. She hadn't expected that. Somehow she'd thought that if they could extract Zamara, Jake would suddenly be right as rain. But his symptoms were physical, too, weren't they? Brain tumors didn't just disappear.

  Krythkal extended his right arm and placed the crystal in midair as if he were setting it on a shelf. It hovered there, a miniature version of the huge crystal she'd seen in the caverns. Krythkal gave a signal, probably telepathic, and as one, each protoss extended his right hand and held it a centimeter from Jake's body. Their left hands, they raised, palms out, facing the crystal chip.

  Rosemary hissed as they seemed to suddenly be pulling cool blue light from Jake's inert body. A moment later, a thin, glowing line extended from each alysaar's palm into the crystal. So that was how they did it. They physically took the energy of memories from the subject and transferred it into the crystal, like siphoning blood into ajar.

  She didn't say anything, but couldn't help wondering if this was hurting Jake.

  "No," came the thought from Krythkal. "He feels nothing."

  Rosemary bit her lip. She had no idea how long this would take.. .but one thing she did know: Zamara had a lot of memories to transfer into that tiny little crystal.

  "Beginning transference," came the implacable mental voice ofKrythkal. Zamara's body jerked slightly, as if something were tugging at her. It was going to work after all! Jake started to grin at Zamara, but instead of pleasure and relief he sensed shock and grief rolling off her. In that place that was not real but seemed very much so, he grasped her hand, touching her, making contact as he had once done before with her physical shell.

  "Zamara, what is it? What's wrong?"

  "I—should have anticipated this," she said. She squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him. "But at least the knowledge will survive."

  Coldness filled his gut. "What do you mean?"

  She looked at him sadly. "What the dark templar have been able to do is admirable. It is important and worthy, and they record the memories as best they can. But the way they do it is different. Preservers are organic beings; they are not technology, which is what the dark templar utilize."

  "I'm not following you."

  "Do you remember how the memories unfolded when I shared them with you?"

  He nodded. "I don't think I'll ever forget. It was like I was the person whose memories you were sharing. It was as if it was happening to me right at that moment."

  "They lived, then," she said softly. "Through you. Through me. Through all preservers, when they delve into the waters of the memories we carry. Those who have gone before us do not cease to exist. We don't just remember them—we preserve them."

  He nodded, still not seeing why this was so—

  His eyes widened as understanding struck him. "Oh God... Zamara.. .you won't be preserved, will you?"

  She shook her head. "No, Jacob. The memories I hold that the dead have experienced—all preservers have those memories. So they will live on, which is a relief to me—provided I am truly not the last preserver. But I and my memories.. .the knowledge will be saved, and that is important. But...I will not be saved. When others activate this crystal, it will be as if they are reading a history. It will be facts, and figures, and information. But they will not know me. It will be as if I had never existed."

  The entire time he had known Zamara, she had been pragmatic and courageous. She had let slip frustration and worry from time totime, and as his condition had worsened, her affection for him had come through. But he had never seen her so vulnerable, so grieved. And he understood completely.

  She would be erased. The information, blunt and lifeless, would survive, but all that was Zamara—her stubbornness, her dry humor, her love for her people, the depth of compassion and understanding that only a preserver could have experienced—would be lost to her people.

  Zamara would be no more.

  This was taking a long time. Rosemary began to fidget after she suspected only an hour had passed. Into the second hour, she could stand it no longer and rose as quietly as possible. Their eyes closed, their bodies as motionless as they had been since they had started, the protoss took no notice of her. With silent steps Rosemary moved toward the door. It opened and she slipped out.

  Selendis, Vartanil, Razturul, and Mohandar were there. As one, they turned toward her.

  "Is it complete? Was it successful?"

  "They're not done yet," Rosemary said. "I had to get out and move a bit. They said they thought it was going to work, though."

  "Ah, that is good! And the professor? He will be all right?" asked Vartanil.

  "We'll need to get him to a doctor right away. The tumors won't be aggravated anymore, but apparently they won't disappear either. I'm not sure how we're going to find a human doctor, but I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

  "I would offer the skills of our people, but we do not understand your physiology," Selendis said. "Yet.. .perhaps we may be of some help regardless. The tumors were created by exposure to protoss mental energy, which—"

  She froze. Her head whipped around. Before Rosemary could blink, Selendis had clenched her fists and summoned two brightly glowing blades from the bracers that encircled her wrists. Razturul emulated her, his blade glowing a bright green rather than a cool blue. Mohandar and Vartanil, too, had tensed, all four protoss staring down the corridor.

  "What the hell's going on?" cried Rosemary. They had returned her weapons to her, and now she reached for the rifle she carried strapped to her back.

  "The Alys'aril is under attack," said Selendis.

  CHAPTER 19

  AS
IF IT WERE FATE, ALTHOUGH ZERATUL WAS not certain he believed in such a fixed concept, the planet that Jacob had named "Pegasus" was located in the same sector as Ehlna. He realized that the dark templar had even visited the planet briefly in ages past, assessing and then dismissing it as of no real importance. Ah, if those earlier explorers of this world had only known.

  Moving swiftly into orbit in the Void Seeker, Zeratul was glad of the closeness of his destination. Experienced as he was, he knew both the necessity of careful consideration and swift, decisive action. What burned inside him was neither. It was a strange sensation of urgency, almost anxiety, that sang in his blood now. Was it simply that finally, after too long spent brooding in isolation, he was again engaged in action? Perhaps.

  Perhaps not.

  Surely some of this sensation was due to the fact that Zamara had clung so tenaciously to life, of a sort; what she had to impart was vital indeed. Combined with what Zeratul already knew, it was logical to fear and to wish to do something, anything, quickly. But he wondered if it was more than that.

  He took the ship through the atmosphere, his fingers moving lightly over the crystal that carried his mental instructions to the

  vessel. A holographic image of Pegasus's surface appeared. It was exactly as it had appeared in Zamara and Jake's mind. There was the enormous rock formation, looking like a hooved beast with wings. And there—

  The xel'naga temple. Zeratul forced himself to remain calm as he looked at it. He felt privileged in this moment, to behold such a thing. Luminous, glowing green, this was a wild temple, not a planned, structured, organized one such as the one on Shakuras. And yet Zeratul realized, temple indeed it was. Something marvelous and sacred and wonderful was to be found here.

  He gazed at it a moment longer, drinking in the sight as he might absorb nutrients from the cosmos, and feeling as nourished by the act. Then he mentally directed the ship to move closer. He would land and approach on foot. Answers were here, he knew it in his bones. He would—