Lilith: A Snake in The Grass
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“She did more than that, young man,” said a voice behind me. I whirled and saw Duke Kobé standing there, looking more thoughtful than angry. “You sure as hell have some power, son, and she hated old Marek worse than anybody should be hated by anybody, that’s for sure. I could see it, feel it, but I couldn’t do a damned thing about it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling suddenly totally drained.
He shook his head in wonder. “The gyros didn’t get him, no matter what she thinks. She punched a hole with Warden cell material clear through the outer hull and right through the power supply!”
I sat down on the grass. “Oh, my God!”
“If nothing else, you can see now that even Sumiko didn’t have an idea of just what the power of a Lord could do,” the Duke noted.
I thought he was taking the death of Marek Kreegan pretty lightly and told him so.
He just smiled. “It’s the way of Lilith,” he said philosophically. “I did all the administrative work for the whole damned planet plus, yet I was still his toady. No, son, I had no love for Marek Kreegan.”
“Cal is Lord now!” Ti exclaimed forcefully. I could still feel her tug on me, but knowing what was going on, I found I could block it.
Kobé” shook his head slowly from side to side. “No, little clever and ambitious one. He’s not. He didn’t kill Marek Kreegan—you did. I doubt if he could muster that much hate on his own. No, the position is open, pending someone claiming it and being able to hold on to it. That’ll take weeks, at least. In the meantime, I’ll act in his stead.” He sighed. “Damn. Guess I’ll have to attend that damned conference now myself.”
Ti flared at him, but I was now able to dampen her rage. In a few hours, I knew, the effect would wear off. In the meantime, I had to keep a really close watch on her.
I looked up at her, still a little stunned. “You don’t have any more of that juice, do you?”
She looked a little hurt at the question and stared down at me. “Would I lie to you?”
Epilogue
The man came out of it slowly, only vaguely aware of who and where he was. He removed the headset almost idly and rubbed his temples. He had a headache that was killing him.
He looked around the control cubicle for some time, as if not believing that he was really here, on the picket ship, in his own lab, and not down there somewhere, on Lilith.
Finally he managed something of a recovery. “Computer?”
“Responding,” a calm, male voice responded.
“You now have the raw data and the data filtered through me,” he noted. “Any conclusions?”
“For the first time the connection between the aliens and the Lords of the Diamond is confirmed,” the computer responded. “I also have an awful lot of data that asks more questions than it answers.. Not enough now—but we do have another report in. I might also point out, sir, that Marek Kreegan knew only about Cal Tremon, so this might well mean that they do not suspect the other three.”
“That’s something,” he admitted grumpily. “Did you say we had another?”
“Yes, sir. Cerberus. Because of the peculiar nature of the Warden cell there it was not possible to do the organic mind-link, but we imposed a command on that subject agent to report when able and then forget he reported. It is a technological culture, sir, so that was possible. I believe we have a full accounting. Would you like me to play it for you?”
“Yes—no!” he shot back, a little angry. “Give me a little bit, will you?”
“If you have a headache and natural fatigue, sir, I can provide the needed, counters in window slot number two.”
He nodded. “All right, do it. But give me a little.”
He couldn’t tell the computer that the headache didn’t matter, that the fatigue didn’t matter, that none of that mattered. What troubled him was far deeper and far more upsetting.
Cal Tremon, he wondered, are you really me? Would I have acted that way, would I have done things that way? Why are you a stranger to me, Cal Tremon? Are you not my twin?
Marek Kreegan’s account and version of the Confederacy bothered him, too, if not as much. It was unthinkable to believe that way. It would make all this a lie, a joke. It was unacceptable.
Still, he told himself, perhaps this was an aberration. Cal Tremon’s body, his hormones, whatever, affected the mind. It had to.
Suddenly, instead of fearing the Cerberus report, he needed it, and badly. He had to know. Was Cal Tremon the aberration—or was he truly seeing himself?
If so, could he face the stranger in these four mirrors?
He settled back in the chair and sipped a drink. Finally, he sighed. “All right. Run Cerberus.”
“Acknowledged,” the computer responded. “Recorders on. But if I may say so, sir, it would be of great help if you would put on your headset.”
He sighed, picked up the fragile crown, put it on and adjusted it for ‘maximum comfort, then settled back, wondering why his hands seemed to be shaking so.
Mirror, minor, in the mind … Would I lie to you?
Thus concludes LILITH, Book One of The Four Lords of the Diamond. The story will continue in CERBERUS: A Wolf in the Fold, available in 1982.
About the Author
Jack L. Chalker was born in Norfolk, Virginia, on December 17, 1944, but was raised and has spent most of his life in Baltimore, Maryland. He learned to read almost from the moment of entering school, and by working odd jobs had amassed a large book collection by the time he was in junior high school, a collection now too large for containment in his quarters. Science fiction, history, and geography all fascinated him early on, interests that continue.
Chalker joined the Washington Science Fiction Association in 1958 and began publishing an amateur SF journal, Mirage, in 1960, After high school he decided to be a trial lawyer, but money problems and the lack of a firm caused him to switch to teaching. He holds bachelor degrees in history and English, and an M.L.A. from the Johns Hopkins University. He taught history and geography in the Baltimore public schools between 1966 and 1978, and now makes his living as a freelance writer. Additionally, out of the amateur journals he founded a publishing house, The Mirage Press, Ltd., devoted to nonfiction and bibliographic works on science fiction and fantasy. This company has produced more than twenty books in the last nine years. His hobbies include esoteric audio, travel, working on science-fiction convention committees, and guest lecturing on SF to institutions such as the Smithsonian. He is an active conservationist and National Parks supporter, and he has an intensive love of ferryboats, with the avowed goal of riding every ferry in the world. In fact, in 1978 he was married to Eva Whitley on an ancient ferryboat in mid-river. They live in the Catoctin Mountain region of western Maryland.
Table of Contents
From the back cover
Title Page
Dedication
A Del Rey Book
MAP
Prologue: Background to Trouble
Chapter One: Rebirth
Chapter Two: Transportation and Exposure
Chapter Three: Orientation and Placement
Chapter Four: Zeis Keep
Chapter Five: Village Routine
Chapter Six: Ti
Chapter Seven: Father Bronz
Chapter Eight: Social Mobility on Lilith
Chapter Nine: The Castle
Chapter Ten: Dr. Pohn and Master Artur
Chapter Eleven: Choosing a Different Road
Chapter Twelve: Too Dangerous to Have Around
Chapter Thirteen: Some Interested Parties
Chapter Fourteen: Savages and Amazons
Chapter Fifteen: A Dialogue
Chapter Sixteen: Sumiko O’Higgins and the Seven Covens
Chapter Seventeen: I Do Believe in Witches—I Do, I Do!
Chapter Eighteen: Moab Keep
Chapter Nineteen: The Wizards of Moab Keep
Chapter Twenty: Council of War
Chapter Twenty-One: The Battle of Zei
s Keep
Chapter Twenty-Two: First Lord of the Diamond
Chapter Twenty-Three: A Little Unfinished Business
Epilogue
About the Author