Tigra

  As she approached them, Jeena saw that the left nipple of both the men and the woman was pierced by a ring, from which hung a small golden sword.

  The older woman stepped forward.

  "I am Elaina, Regent of the city of Uruk of the Babylonian Confederacy. Welcome to our city, and thank you for heeding our call."

  David stepped forward and bowed. “I am David Proverst, commander of the Pyros military. This is Captain Jeena Garza of the Union Star Corps."

  "Yes, we received word of the captain and her activities. I was not aware you would be accompanying the army, Captain Garza, but we are most grateful for your presence."

  "I hope I can be of some help, Regent,” she said, bowing.

  Although the woman before her was old, her face was uncorrupted and her smile broad and inviting. She carries the mouth-lines formed from a lifetime of smiles, Jeena thought, and for an instant she hated her.

  The regent's hair was the same hue of silver as the band that encircled her head, and was long and flowing. Her body, though showing age, was still hale, without sign of disease or corruption, and she carried herself with erect dignity.

  "All aid is welcome in this time of conflict.” The regent turned to David. “You and your army have ridden far and are in need of rest. We have made quarters ready, and if you wish, I can have your people taken to them. If you and the captain are not too weary from your journey, though, perhaps later you would join the leaders of the Confederacy and the military high command for a small reception in your honor."

  "We would be honored, Regent."

  Orders were given for the bivouacking of the troops, and they were led to their quarters. Seeing they were comfortably housed and assured they would be taken to mess shortly, David thanked them all for their hard work and dedication. Promising to see them in the morning, he and Jeena followed their guide to their own quarters.

  They were led to the Temple of Ishtar, the regent's official residence. Their escort explained that, besides her duties as regent, Elaina was also head priestess of the temple and leader of the cult of Ishtar. Apartments had been prepared for them in the temple.

  It was situated just north of the plaza and was a large building, octagonal in shape and built of lustrous blue stone. The domed roof was gilded and shone almost red in the sun's dying rays. They were directed up white stone steps to large brass doors that swung open as they approached, revealing a marble interior.

  The foyer was large and airy; in the center was a larger-than-life statue of a reclining woman, her right hand caressing her breast. This, they were told, was Ishtar, goddess of pleasure and sexual union. Before the statue were scattered flowers and small coins—offerings to the goddess for favors requested and received.

  Their escort continued past the foyer to one of two stairways located on either side of the room. Along the well of the stairway were statues set in niches depicting couples and groups in various sexual acts. By the time they reached their accommodations, David was sporting a bright crimson blush.

  They were given connecting rooms, the guard explaining that a shimhatu, or priestess of the temple, would arrive later to escort them to the reception.

  Jeena opened the connecting door and found David on the balcony, looking out over the city.

  "So, what do you think of Uruk now that you've seen it?” she asked.

  He shook his head, grinning. “It's incredible. I had dreams of this place when I was an adolescent, I think."

  "They certainly live up to their reputation so far. Let's hope their military also lives up to what you've heard."

  "I wouldn't be a bit surprised,” he said. “Did you see those physical specimens behind the regent? I swear that woman was as big as the men. But you seem to handle all this exposed flesh better than I do. I can't seem to decide where to look."

  "I'm used to it. The Corps is not a place for modesty. Look where you want, just try not to gawk. If these people are followers of Ishtar, I doubt they'll have many rules on that type of thing. Still, when in a strange land, it's best to let the natives lead then follow appropriately."

  "Well, you've certainly traveled more than I so I'll take your advice. But what do you make of this Ishtar? I know I've read about her, but I can't really recall much."

  "I only know about her from legends and history books. The cult of Ishtar dates back to the first cities on Earth and probably predates the written word. She was not only the goddess of procreation but of sex itself, and the patron of prostitutes."

  David laughed. “You're joking, of course."

  "I'm serious. Prostitution is the world's oldest profession, and Ishtar one of its oldest goddesses. In ancient times, the cult of Ishtar used prostitution as a way to raise money for the temple."

  "Really? You don't think they still ... do you?"

  She grinned. “I wouldn't be a bit surprised."

  David whistled. “This is some goddess."

  "You don't know the half of it. According to legend, Ishtar had innumerable lovers, both men and gods—a horse and a lion, too, I believe."

  "Well, then it seems you two have something in common,” David teased, then turned ashen. “Oh, Jeena, I didn't mean that,” he stammered. “Please forgive me. It just ... it just came out."

  "It's all right, David.” She went to the railing and looked out over the city as the sun set. “Actually, Ishtar and I don't have as much in common as you might think. The rumors you heard about Samson and I are false.” She turned to face him. “But I won't defend myself on a technicality. I won't defend myself at all. It's true I cared for him—deeply—and if that offends people then let them be offended. My mistake wasn't in becoming emotionally involved with an alien, but in becoming involved at all.

  "Take this advice from one soldier to another: never let anyone get close. In the end, one of you will be left alone."

  "I don't think I can live that way."

  "You'll learn. And don't look so stricken—you haven't hurt me or insulted me. I'd rather, though, that you didn't mention Samson to the Babylonians. I'm tired of explaining him to people."

  "Of course, I won't. And I am sorry, Jeena,” he repeated, with sincere regret.

  "I know, but don't be. Come on, let's get ready for the reception."

  * * * *

  David was on the balcony, still kicking himself for his insensitive remark, when a temple priestess arrived with clothes for them both. She was young and pretty and, he noticed, virtually naked.

  The clothes were one-piece tunics, which to his dismay were just as sheer as the one the regent had been wearing. He walked through the adjoining doors to Jeena's apartment, calling to her.

  "In here,” came the reply from another room.

  He entered the bathroom just as she stepped out of the tub.

  "Oops, sorry,” he said, turning away.

  "It's okay. Like I said, I stopped being shy in the Corps. What are those?"

  "Clothes sent to us by the regent. Not much to them, though. You'd better look.” He handed one blindly behind his back.

  "Wow. I've heard of sheer, but this is about invisible. Still, when in Rome...” There was slight rustling. “Well, how do I look?"

  He turned around. “Naked."

  "I think that's the whole idea. Now, let's see how you look in yours."

  He raised his hand to stop her. “I rather think not—I'm not quite as open as you. I'll just wear what I have on, thank you."

  "The regent sent these specifically for us,” she reminded him. “You'll be insulting her if you refuse."

  "But..."

  "Not only that, but everyone else there will be wearing this, or less. If you go fully clothed people may think you're only there to gawk. I certainly hope that's not true,” she added, mischief in her eyes.

  "Of course not!"

  "Well, then, you could just hide in your room. I suppose I could make an excuse for you—inform the regent you've taken ill, or some such ridiculous reason for your absence. She doesn't appear
stupid, though, and I'm sure she'll see right through it. Can't imagine that would do much for your image, or for Pyros."

  "All right, all right, enough.” He looked at the thin cloth in his arms. “So I'll wear the damn thing, but I swear I'm sitting down at the first opportunity."

  * * * *

  The reception was held in the grand ballroom of the temple, and was attended by the leaders of the various city-states that made up the Confederacy as well as by their military commanders. The most striking of these was the woman who had stood in guard of the regent on their arrival in Uruk. Elaina introduced her as Selanja, Commander of the Army of Uruk and head of the joint Babylonian military force.

  "Each city has its own military,” the regent explained, “but for this crisis they have all agreed to combine them under Selanja's command."

  "It's a pleasure, Commander,” Jeena said, shaking hands. She was struck by the power of the woman's grip, as well as by the intensity in her green eyes.

  "The pleasure is mine, Captain,” she replied. “I was delighted to learn that an officer from the Star Corps had joined us. I am most anxious to discuss strategy with you. There is a war council scheduled for tomorrow, but I hope we may find time to speak some tonight."

  "I look forward to it, Commander,” Jeena replied before moving along the reception line.

  With the formal introductions over, she wandered the reception hall making small talk and pleasant conversation with the various dignitaries. She eventually found David seated at one of the tables, alone and looking uncomfortable.

  "Still self-conscious?” she asked, sitting next to him.

  "Yes."

  "You should drink more. It works for me.” When he didn't smile she rolled her eyes. “You are going to have to get over this unnatural phobia about nudity."

  "I do not have a phobia about nudity. And I don't see how simple modesty can be considered unnatural."

  "Simple? David, the regulations society places on proper dress and conduct are some of the most complex social rules human beings have. I watched a woman in New Jerusalem beaten in public just for showing her nose, or her toe, or whatever it was. Modesty is in the eye of the beholder."

  "Well ... I suppose you're right, but it's not just the nudity. It's the sexual overtones that go along with it. Haven't you noticed how these people all seem to rub and touch each other at every opportunity?"

  "Yes, I have, and that's an entirely different matter,” she said grimly. “If you're being groped, I'll speak to the regent at once. You don't have to put up with that."

  "No, not me,” he said in exasperation. “Did I say it was me? I said they grope each other. No one has touched me."

  Jeena smiled. “That's what I figured. Well, they don't seem to mind, so what's your problem?"

  David slumped. “I don't know. Really, I don't. Maybe I've just discovered what a prude I am and I don't like it."

  She downed her drink. “Don't label yourself just yet. You've been cloistered in that mountain your whole life. New ideas take time. I have a feeling you'll be a proper little nudist in no time at all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need another drink."

  Before long a gong sounded, and servants directed the crowd to the prepared dining area. Jeena and David were seated at the center table with the regent and other dignitaries.

  The regent stood and raised her glass. The hall became still.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, dignitaries of the Confederacy, friends, we gather here tonight in the darkest hour of our union, in a spirit of cooperation and brotherhood, to defend our land and our way of life. In that spirit, and in keeping with our mutual alliance, the city of Pyros has sent an army of her sons and daughters to aid us in this, our time of greatest need. Please join me in honoring them."

  The rest of the guests stood and raised their glasses, Jeena and David bowing in return.

  "And now, although the next days may be dark and dangerous, let us celebrate in this spirit and forget for a time our troubles."

  She rang a small glass bell, and servants came forward with food-laden platters as music filled the hall.

  * * * *

  David sat between the regent and Selanja, and was unable to keep his gaze from wandering to the charm dangling from the large woman's breast.

  "It is the badge of the Temple of Anil,” Selanja said proudly, noticing his interest. “It is given to those who have trained in the military arts and passed the prescribed tests."

  "I see,” he replied, embarrassed to be caught staring. “The training is thorough, I imagine."

  "Yes, the tests are extremely challenging, both physically and mentally. Many try, but few receive the sword. I was one of only three in my class to do so, and the youngest at fourteen."

  "That is quite young. I don't mean to pry, but is that procedure painful?” he asked, pointing to the sword.

  "Somewhat,” she answered, smiling. “The entire induction ceremony is highly ritualized and contains elements of both pain and pleasure, as does life itself."

  He smiled awkwardly. “How ... interesting.” He finished his drink in a gulp and became engrossed in his meal.

  * * * *

  Jeena sat to the regent's right, the old woman regarding her oddly.

  "Forgive me for staring, Captain, but there is something strangely familiar about you. Although I know it is not possible, I feel we have met before."

  "I don't see how."

  "Nor do I. Well, perhaps the answer will come to me in time."

  At the end of the meal the tables were cleared, and the regent once again rang the glass bell. Now the music changed from the soothing melodic tones that had been playing to a more exotic, sensual rhythm. From each end of the hall a dancer entered, one man and one woman, naked and advancing toward each other in slow choreographed movements.

  "As you know, Ishtar is the goddess of passion,” the regent explained. “This is a dance in her honor. It is a representation of the sex act, from initial attraction to climax."

  The dancers slowly circled each other, the tempo of the music increasing as the arc of their movements grew smaller, their nude, undulating bodies projecting a steadily increasing sensuality. Jeena was mesmerized, her gaze fixed on the couple. As the tempo of the music climbed, she felt her own pulse quicken. The rest of the room seemed to fade away, and she was aware of only the dancers.

  Faster and faster they moved, limbs flowing around each other in complex rhythms, their faces masks of ecstasy. The tempo of the music climbed. Jeena's lips parted, and her breathing became shallow, her body glistening with sweat.

  Suddenly, the music stopped as the dancing couple fell into each other's arms. A soft cry escaped Jeena's lips. The room came back into focus, and she saw that the regent was smiling at her.

  "I'm sorry. I, uh...” She felt her face flushing.

  "You needn't explain yourself, my dear,” the old woman said. “The Dance of Ishtar has that effect. Its rhythms are as old as mankind and are meant to evoke the deep passion that lies in us all."

  The music changed, and the guests began filling the dance floor, moving in slower but still sensual steps. Excusing herself, Jeena escaped to the balcony, the cool air refreshing her.

  She sensed someone else and turned around to see Selanja watching her.

  "Forgive me, Captain, I did not mean to intrude."

  "No, it's all right. I just needed some air."

  "I understand. The music of Ishtar can be intoxicating, especially to outsiders."

  "So I've discovered."

  "Do not feel embarrassed. To feel the passion of the goddess is a good omen. It bodes well for our endeavors."

  "Does it? Well, in that case I'm glad. We need all the help we can get."

  Selanja nodded. “I feel that way as well. My people are well trained, but we face a vastly superior enemy, and fanatics at that."

  "Exactly. And from what I've seen of the terrain and what I know of Jacob, my guess is he will hurl those fanatics at us in a massive frontal
attack."

  Selanja moved closer, obviously excited. “I have come to the same conclusion and have looked forward to discussing the matter with you. Even with the assistance of Pyros and their guns we could be overwhelmed by sheer numbers. I do not believe Jacob will be overly concerned by heavy casualties. But do I understand rightly that you have with you a weapon that may turn the odds in our favor?"

  "Possibly,” Jeena said. She explained the nature of the MAAD, and her use of it against the walls of New Jerusalem. “But it was not designed as a defensive weapon, and against an onrushing horde of suicidal zealots its use may be limited."

  "I will not pretend to understand your explanation of how it works, but from its effect on New Jerusalem I believe we could devise a plan utilizing it."

  They both smiled.

  "Selanja, would it be possible to go somewhere and discuss this further tonight without offending the regent?” Jeena asked.

  "The council meeting is scheduled for tomorrow morning, but I told Elaina of my hope to steal you away. She expects it and will not be offended. Come, the war room has already been prepared."

  * * * *

  Sargon leaned over the table, scrutinizing the contour map under him.

  "That is quite a plan,” he said. He straightened, his flowing brown hair falling back over his broad shoulders. “The Rosh-dan are in for a few surprises."

  "So we hope,” Jeena replied.

  She and Selanja had worked on defense strategy long into the night, and had only left to freshen up after the sun had risen. They had just explained their plan to the other commanders.

  Sargon smiled, his blue eyes gleaming. He was, as Jeena had noted earlier, a perfect physical specimen, as were the other commanders, Ghannon and Halamesh. All wore the Sword of Anil.

  "Undoubtedly, the Rosh-dan will have a few surprises for us as well,” Selanja warned. “In war nothing is certain, victory least of all. We all have extensive military training, but only Captain Garza has ever fought in a war of this scale. This is not a time for egos—the most experienced should lead. For that reason, I have asked the captain to temporarily take over general command of the defense of Uruk, and she has agreed. I sent word of my decision to the regent last night and received her approval this morning.