Ammonite Planets (Omnibus): Ammonite Galaxy #1-3

by Gillian Andrews

  Six tugged at an imaginary forelock, and bowed her in front of him. “This way, m’lady. Would you be wanting the dirty streets swept before you tread on them, your worshipfulness? Or should I be throwing down the rose petals so that modom doesn’t have to smell the nasty planet?”

  “I wish!” said Diva. “This place is prehistoric. Somebody definitely ought to do something about it.” And she strode off in the direction Six had indicated.

  “She’s right there Six,” said Grace. “Somebody definitely ought to do something about Benefice.”

  “It’s number one on my list,” Six said grimly.

  THEY WALKED WITHOUT stopping for another couple of hours, and then Six held up his hand again.

  “The feeling is stronger,” he said. “I’m almost sure she is here somewhere …”

  The three looked around. Their walk had led them out of the wastelands, into an area of low rise flats, not of very good quality, but a million miles better than anything they had seen behind them. The blocks were clean, if spartan. Six led them towards one of the blocks, and then, with much hesitation, into the lobby and up the rough concrete stairs. He closed his eyes, as if listening to an interior voice, and then rang the bell on one of the flats in front of him.

  “… would come at this time of the evening?” The girl who opened the door was talking over her shoulder to somebody behind her, out of sight of the three newcomers at the door.

  She stared. Then her face flushed a deep red, and she flung herself into Six’s arms.

  “I thought you were dead!” she whispered, clutching him to her desperately, her hands clawing into his shoulders.

  “Ouch!” He winced. “I will be if you dig your talons into me like that!” He turned to Grace and Diva. “My sister, Seven,” he said off-handedly. “Let go, will you Seven? No need to suffocate me!”

  Seven gave him a peculiar look, and took a step back. Her eyes glanced to one side and then back, rather warily.

  Six stiffened. “What?” he asked.

  She bowed her head. “I thought you were dead.”

  “So you said. And?”

  “And I … err … I” She waved them in rather helplessly. “You had better come in.”

  “I should jolly well think so.” Six was indignant. “We have just spent two days searching the wastelands for you.”

  “Are you all right?” She included the girls in her question.

  “Of course we’re not all right. How could anybody be all right after a couple of days in that unmentionable hell?” Six asked. “But we found you. Now we can take you back to Valhai with us!”

  “Valhai?” Her jaw dropped. “The planet Valhai?”

  “It’s a long story. But we will have plenty of time to tell yo …”

  “Who are these people, Jalana?” a soft male voice asked from behind her.

  “This is my brother, Six. And two friends.”

  “Ah … the return of the prodigal brother …” the voice went on, smoothly. Too smoothly, thought Six. “Well, am I to meet him?”

  The girl moved to one side, rather nervously. “Come in, please,” she said. “I must beg the pleasure to introduce Calab … my husband Calab.”

  Six appeared tacked to the floor. His mouth fell open. Diva pushed roughly past him and went forward, hands outstretched.

  “A pleasure, Calab. We didn’t know that Seven was married.”

  “If you are referring to my wife, the correct name is Jalana.” the voice corrected fluidly. “Otherwise, she would be a no-name.” His fingers didn’t quite touch Diva’s as they made the customary salute of all the Sacran planets.

  “Err … quite.” Diva sounded a little confused. “Jalana, of course. My name is Diva. I am Coriolan.”

  “An off-planeter!” Calab looked at her speculatively. “And what would an off-worlder be doing in Benefice, I wonder?”

  Diva examined the man dispassionately. “Visiting,” she answered helpfully, and then turned to look expressively at Six.

  “She married out?” he said.

  The man gave a small bow. “As you so aptly put it,” he said, “she married out. To me.”

  Six’s face wore a sort of crumpled look. “Wh … when?”

  “A year ago,” the man said. “And since then we have been blessed with our first descendant.”

  Seeing that Six was quite incapable of answering, Grace stepped in. “Err … congratulations. A boy or a girl?”

  “A boy. Naturally.”

  “Naturally?” Grace looked at Six.

  “He is an Elder’s son, Grace. They are allowed to choose the sex of their children. His first child will be male, and will become one of the future Elders of Benefice.”

  “How many Elders are there?” asked Grace. This didn’t seem a particularly sumptuous abode for someone who would one day rule a planet. You could have put about fifty of this flat into one floor of a skyrise back in Sell.

  Six shrugged. “Thousands and thousands. They are the ruling class, but I don’t know how many there are.”

  “So your sister is no longer a no-name?”

  The soft voice interrupted her. “My wife, as I have already said, is called Jalana. Her background is not open to examination.”

  “He means you should shut up,” explained Six helpfully.

  “Yes, Six,” said Diva. “We got that much, thank you.”

  “I’m sorry, Six,” said his sister, still with her head bowed. “I was … err … fortunate enough to meet Calab, and he has given me a new past.”

  “Which Eight forms no part of,” said Six without a smile.

  “I was not allow … that is, I can want nothing to do with any no-names.”

  Six nodded slowly. “I see,” he said evenly. “And I imagine that will include me too?”

  Calab intervened. “We do not recognize any no-names as part of our family,” he said firmly. “That would preclude us from being Elders.”

  “Then we will remove ourselves from your presence.”

  “No!” shouted Seven, at the same time as her husband gave a condescending smile and said, “That would be the best thing to do, I believe.”

  Seven met her husband’s eye and quailed under his look. “Yes,” she said brokenly. “Yes, I am sure that would be for the best.” Then she gave her brother another hug, holding him momentarily in an iron-tight clasp close to her before pushing him away.

  “Goodbye Six. I am glad you are alive. You will have to take care of Eight now.”

  Six straightened his back. “I am sure,” he said coldly. “that the affairs of no-names like myself could be of no possible interest to an Elder family.”

  Seven began to cry, silently. Huge great drops welled up in her eyes and fell down her cheeks. They traced the curve of her jaw before joining up under her chin to drip steadily onto the robe she was wearing. She held her head up straight, though, and stood watching her brother as he backed out of the flat. Grace could see that the girl’s heart was breaking. She couldn’t help feeling sorry for Jalana, although her support was with Six. They made their way out of the flat and back down into the street. Six walked over to the nearest wall and gave it several kicks, his jaw moving silently in his face. Then he turned on his heel and marched quickly off along one of the roads. Grace thought he had chosen it at random. She and Diva scurried after him.

  SIX WALKED AND walked and walked, showing no interest in whether the girls were following him or not. Grace and Diva had to run sometimes to keep up with him. The girls exchanged glances, but decided to hold their tongues until he stopped.

  Finally they rounded a corner to find him sitting on top of a stone wall, waiting for them.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was so angry I forgot about you.”

  “We noticed,” said Diva.

  “How could she?”

  “How could she what?” Diva glowered at him.

  “Marry that … that …”

  “That well-off Elder’s son who can look after her in comfort
for the rest of her life?” Diva shrugged. “Go figure!”

  “She has denied her origins!” spat Six.

  “Very wisely,” agreed Diva.

  “And abandoned her sister.”

  “She wasn’t given any choice, and she left her sister in what she thought was a safe place first.”

  “She didn’t have to marry that … that …” Again words failed him.

  “So you would rather we had found her with all the other Kwaidian untouchables, throat burned out in the wastelands?” Diva narrowed her eyes.

  At last Six looked away. “No,” he said unwillingly. “I would rather she were alive and healthy.”

  “Big of you!”

  “I suppose you think she is better off without me!” he blurted out.

  Diva nodded, pleased that he understood. “Yes. You’re just feeling mortified because she managed very well without you,” she told him flatly.

  “I am not!” But Diva had succeeded in her endeavour to snap him out of the brown study he had been in. “Damn you, Diva!”

  She smiled widely. “You aren’t the first person to say that!”

  “One day someone is going to put their hands round that long aristocratic neck of yours and forget to let go!”

  “Yes. So you needn’t yield to the impulse yourself.”

  “They should have thrown you to the Tattula cats,” he grumbled.

  “No doubt. Never mind, there’s still time yet. Now. What are we going to do? And where in Lumina are we?”

  THEY SPENT WHAT was left of that night sheltering under an overhanging rock, and went hungry because they had no food left.

  “You sure weren’t exaggerating about this excuse for a planet, were you?” said Diva. “I can’t wait to get back to Coriolis. We can stay in a hotel, have a hot bath and a decent meal. I would kill for a Mesteta pie right now.”

  “It isn’t so bad.” Six said stoutly.

  “Not so bad! This wretched planet is the worst thing I’ve ever seen. And I include Atheron on a bad day, and waking up in a bubble with a jagged scar across my stomach. Not so bad indeed!”

  Grace giggled. They both looked at her. “None of us seems to be doing very well with families, wouldn’t you say?”

  Six gave a rueful nod. “Not much; you’re right.”

  Diva agreed. “We seem to be getting further and further away from the people we grew up as. All of us.” They looked around at each other. It was true. Those children didn’t exist anymore. Their lives hadn’t been even remotely like those they were living now.

  “That’s odd!” said Grace. The orthogel bracelet Diva was wearing had caught her eye, and she had noticed something. “It’s a different colour.”

  The others examined the bracelet closely. Grace was right, it had become cloudy and dull.

  “Do you think Arcan is sick?” asked Grace.

  Diva leapt to her feet. “Maybe the Coriolans have attacked him!” she said.

  “Well if they have, they aren’t going to have much luck throwing him to the Tattula cats! No feline would last two seconds against Arcan!”

  “You know, you are getting very repetitive about Tattula cats,” said Diva.

  “I shall buy a pet one in Mesteta, and train it to obey me,” he insisted.

  “The whole point about them is that they are untrainable,” sniffed Diva.

  “Bit like you then, aren’t they?”

  “I won’t eat you. Unless you go on talking about them, that is.”

  “You and whose army, lady?”

  “Are you challenging me?” Diva’s eyes flashed, and she unsheathed the neat Coriolan blade she had appropriated from Grace’s artifacts room.

  “You’ve got no chance.” And Six stood up too, picking a stick off the ground.

  All this time Grace had been signing quietly to Arcan, using the orthogel necklace she was wearing. She looked up and gave a shout.

  “Hey!” They stopped circling each other warily and looked at her. “We have to get back to Arcan. He is in trouble. He needs our help.”

  Six stared at her. “Get back?” he repeated. “But I have to go and pick Eight up. I won’t leave her here.”

  Grace shook her head. “Arcan says he needs to get back to Valhai, right away. There is no time to go back for Eight now.”

  “Then tell him to pick us up here,” said Diva. “Can he still do that?”

  Grace raised her eyebrows questioningly at Six. He considered for a moment, and then gave a reluctant nod. “If Arcan is sick we must make him first priority.”

  “All right.” Grace’s fingers drummed a message to the orthogel entity.

  In reply, their orthogel bands began to expand until they formed bubbles around each of them. In a second, they found themselves back on Coriolis. The bubbles disappeared and they stood gazing at the orthogel lake, dismayed. It was lacklustre and dull. This was definitely not the same Arcan they had left only a few days before.

  Chapter 31

  “HELLO,” HE SIGNED weakly.

  “Arcan! Whatever happened?” they chorused.

  “I don’t know exactly. There is a problem with my energy levels,”

  he said. “The symbiosis with the bacteriotrophs doesn’t seem to be working on Coriolis. And I feel wrong somehow. Something has gone very wrong with my cells. I have to get back to Valhai, before I run out of energy altogether. I might end up stuck here on Coriolis.” The lake turned a sickly shade of greenish blue.

  “But I wouldn’t have thought the bacteriotrophs could be affected by a change in light,” said Six.

  “I also had estimated a nearly normal function,” Arcan told him. “I don’t know why they are having this reaction, but I know I must go to Valhai, where at least there is a better chance that they will recover.”

  “No time for a Mesteta pie?” asked Diva, sadly.

  “I am sorry, Diva,” Arcan said. “Hopefully I can sort out this problem, and then you can come back one day for your pie.”

  “And my sister,” said Six.

  “And, of course, your sister,” acknowledged Arcan. “But if you don’t mind … for the moment … we have to return to Valhai. In any case, I would not like to leave the Sellites much longer without food and water. I do not feel very comfortable with that.”

  “We had better go,” said Grace. “if you couldn’t get back for any reason, the Sellites would die. All of them.”

  “I know, Grace. But my calculations are that I still have enough energy to perform the transfer. I am not so sure what will happen when we reach Valhai, though. I hope I will be able to function normally, but I haven’t been able to perform those calculations.”

  “We will look after you,” Grace promised. “Don’t worry.”

  I am afraid there is not much that you can do to help me. You are only inferior creatures, after all.”

  “Don’t underestimate us,” Diva said firmly. “We will do our best for you.”

  “Thank you, Diva, but I am not optimistic. If I have not been able to foresee a solution with all my brain power, I feel it is unlikely that you three can, even if you join forces. You have only a limited brain capacity.”

  “Sometimes it is not just about brain capacity,” Six said, “—which in Diva’s case is lucky.”

  “Very funny, Kwaidian!” Diva glared.

  “In any case, you can negotiate for me with the Sellites,” Arcan told them.

  “Sure. Piece of cake,” said Diva.

  “I will transport you straight to the hospital, where Grace’s mother is. That should have a full air supply if anywhere does.”

  “Perfect. We will be out to see you straight away.”

  Bubbles began to form around them. “Good luck!” said Diva.

  “Luck is not a scientific phenomenon.”

  “That’s why you might need it!”

  “I do not understand.”

  “Never mind!”

  The green background of Coriolis vanished, to be replaced by the astonished smiles of V
ion and Cimma, who were watching, open-eyed, as they suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

  “ABOUT TIME TOO!” said Cimma. “I hope you remembered to bring my dagger!”

  Grace hung her head. “I’m sorry, Matri. A lot of things have been happening.”

  “More important than a promise?” Cimma wanted to know.

  “No, Magestra, of course not.”

  But Diva put a hand on her friend’s arm. “Yes,” she said with determination. “Much more important than such a little promise. Anyway. That promise hasn’t been broken, only postponed.” She gave Cimma a wide smile.

  Cimma frowned at first, but it was hard to resist Diva’s smile when she put her mind to it. “This had better be good,” she said finally.

  “It is.” Diva’s eyes danced wickedly. “Whatever else it has been, nobody could say it hasn’t been interesting.”

  Grace turned to Vion. “How is she doing?”

  He nodded. “Fine, considering the extent of her injuries. She will be back practicing hand-to-hand combat in a few months.”

  “That is terrific. Thanks.”

  “And Arcan?” Vion asked.

  Grace gave a sigh. “That is the problem.” She told Vion what had happened to them on Coriolis, and what Arcan had said to them. “We have to go bare planet now to see if he can recuperate. He didn’t seem to know exactly what was causing the imbalance, so we aren’t sure if he can cure himself. And if he can’t …”

  “ … then all Sell will die with him,” finished Vion. “I had better come with you.” He stood up and looked around for his medical kit. “I don’t suppose a sticking plaster will do much for your friend, but at least I can take a few samples, and we can get help with analyzing them if that becomes necessary.”

  Grace was struck by the common sense in his voice, and nodded. “Of course. Yes, that would be great. But you may be exophobic … have you ever been bare planet?”

  Vion shook his head. “No. But I should be all right. Remember; doctors have to be able to visit their patients anywhere. There should be something in my genetic make-up that will inhibit exophobia.”