"But The Hunter was smarter than The Bromgrev thought. Instead of rushing out in panic, he sent us instead--each team, in turn, out of Haven with the rest isolated inside. If those bits of information Vard stole were so vital, they would be transmitted to the Mind, even if The Bromgrev took pains to avoid being obvious. Subtle shifts and better organization were noted after our training flight, so Wade knew The Bromgrev was one of us. Even so, Hunter had totally forgotten Jenny. Even I was a suspect; he called me in to set us all up for the kill, I think, and I didn't know what to do. It became apparent to me that we would all die in whatever scheme he'd planned, unless I acted fast. So I told him who The Bromgrev was in exchange for two things.
"First, I wanted to know how he was going to kill The Bromgrev--since that would ensure that I could take steps to see it wasn't worked on us. And, second, I wanted Ralph Bumgartner to have to face The Bromgrev when the showdown came. I was convinced that he'd change sides readily, and as a result be the one The Bromgrev would trust to bring him to The Hunter. He would be the logical choice, since, once I discovered who The Bromgrev was, I wouldn't likely be very cooperative in the double-kill."
"And did he?" Gayal asked.
"I don't know about Bumgartner," Savage told her, "and I won't for some time. But I did know The Hunter's murder weapon, and ran it through the computers. They gave me the answer I expected--that any way to kill one Kreb would probably also kill the other. You see, in this crazy game of chess, I was playing, too."
***
The fluid slowed the newly generated tachyons to the point where they interacted with each other in great numbers. Matter canceled anti-matter, and the ship rapidly annihilated itself.
In the moment before cancellation, however, The Bromgrev sensed the presence. He struck out at the unseen presence leaving the ship as the ship and all matter within it canceled. The resultant energy burst dissipated that energy over a great block of space in all directions. It was far too fast and too total to allow escape. The Bromgrev struck out, trying to draw The Hunter back into the trap, to at least know that, as the pure energy forms of the Kreb were dissipated over the cosmos, the contest would end in a draw, with all participants who had died so many times truly dead.
***
A piercing, agonizing scream came from elsewhere in the ancient observatory. They all heard it and froze. Just as suddenly, it was over.
Savage breathed a sigh, and took out his pistol. Turning to the door, he waited expectantly, his weapon pointed at the opening. The other two remained quiet, quizzical expressions on their faces.
Seconds that seemed like hours in the eerie silence went by, and then suddenly they heard footfalls coming down the corridor toward them. Immediately the Rhambdan station attendant appeared in the doorway, eyes blazing and with a fierce expression that must have come from Rhambda's primordial past.
The creature saw the pistol and stopped.
"What have you done?" it screamed telepathically at Savage, tremendous violence and menace carried in the words.
"From the looks of you and your screams of agony, I've done exactly what I intended to do," Savage replied calmly. "I've just won The War."
The cat seemed to compose itself and took in some deep breaths. As it did, Savage said to the two, in a lower tone, "You see, the Rhambdan Mind is still The Bromgrev, even if The Bromgrev's dead. All its memories, all its knowledge remain--but not its powers."
"But--why...?" the Rhambdan asked, almost pleading. "I offered the only solution to the salvation of this galaxy. The Hunter offered only the anarchy you've brought upon it, anyway."
"But it wasn't my idea of salvation," Savage told the creature. "You and Hunter were both so taken by the 'cosmic vision' that the people who were fighting and dying for you were merely so many expendable things, not people at all. Their goals were not your goals. What matter that a man gains the Earth, if he loses his own soul?"
"I can still kill you, you know," the cat snarled. "You are near Rhambda."
"Them. Not me," Savage reminded it. "And what good would that do you? Revenge? You? Where are your high principles then? If you kill for revenge, you will understand what I have done and why--for you will be on my level."
The Rhambdan stood a moment more; then its features softened, the fire in its eyes seemed to dull.
"You are right," the cat said finally. "Unity is the prime directive. And now you've won. Now what do you propose to do?"
"The Hunter--" Savage prodded, "did he die as well?"
A note of satisfaction was in the Rhambdan's reply. "I sensed the wrongness in the final moment, and reached out. I caught him."
"That's all I needed to know," Savage told it. "We are now in command. We--those of us in this room. You know what will have to be done."
The Rhambdan nodded. "A conference, of course. And you?"
"If you can prepare the ship, we'll go back to Haven to coordinate our side."
"It will be done," the cat replied, and left.
Savage allowed it to leave, then made a whistling sound. "Wow," he said, sounding greatly relieved. "I'd hoped it would go that way, but wasn't sure."
After a pause, Koldon said, "But, if I understand things right, you've just killed both of the Kreb. There is no guardian!"
Savage nodded and smiled. "Your problem is that you're still seeing things the way they put them. Each represents himself as an agent of God and the other as the Devil. It wasn't true. They were only two Kreb, both devolved, twisted, and power-mad. The Hunter was certain death for us; The Bromgrev, a prolonged life under the worst kind of totalitarianism. Just look at what it did to your world in the name of keeping things right and just, Gayal!"
"But--but--" Koldon stammered, at a loss for words. "What happens now?"
"Well, The War's mucked things up so much that it's doubtful that they'll ever be put back right. But now nature takes its own course. The Next Race--if there's to be one--develops or doesn't develop, as the jungle dictates. Whoever survives wins the game."
"But there is still an empire--Rhambda--" Gayal objected.
"Ours now," Savage told her. "Remember, the Mind is The Bromgrev--the knowledge of those untold ages--but the Mind hasn't the wisdom or power to use it. They are now withdrawing to Rhambda in an orderly fashion. The Rhambdan allies will make a quick peace with us or we'll take a combined Haven-Rhambdan force and wipe them out. We now own both sides. We must put things into a semblance of order and get things going again in the postwar period."
"But--are we--are you--up to such a task?" Gayal asked, wonderingly.
Savage shrugged, and smiled a ghostly smile. "I would gladly return to Earth to die, to join my Jenny as I should." The smile seemed more and more forced, the voice somehow distant. "But I am condemned, you see, to live forever. I haven't even the Krebs' way out, for there're none left to do the deed. My curse descends on all of you. The Hunter was right--he said we were alike."
"Well," Koldon sighed, getting up from the table, "I was always pretty much an atheist anyway..."
Table of Contents
STEP ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
STEP TWO
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
STEP THREE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
STEP FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
STEP FIVE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
STEP SIX
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