Ammonite Stars (Omnibus): Ammonite Galaxy #4-5

by Gillian Andrews

  At last the dust cleared, and he was pleased to see that the result was perfect. The explosive had bored a nice alcove into the rock, just about big enough to take the casket, although it wouldn’t have to. He made his way back up the ridge, and brushed the loose fragments of rock out of the small cave until the floor of the recess was smooth rock. Then he looked about him. The signs of the explosion were everywhere. Ledin sighed. He certainly wasn’t going to leave his sister’s final resting place looking like that. He went back to the shuttle, and brought out a two-handled skip. The hard physical work of picking up the debris was somehow satisfying; the time it took him to remove all traces of the explosion appropriate. It gave him space to feel at one with the surrounding planet, to feel in his own bones how appropriate this planet was for Hanna. As he worked he found himself remembering all the little things about her. Her confiding smile as she shared her visions for them both, her unfailing blind trust in her elder brother, her inherent happiness – that inner radiance which had bubbled up to illuminate everything it touched. Not all the hardships they had suffered had been able to take that away from her. Even in death her face had seemed to transmit an ethereal brilliance.

  Ledin carried the fragments of rock down the ridge; he had spotted a small area where the wind had broken one of the risers and some filling would be a positive thing. Each journey gave him the opportunity to remember something else about Hanna, to honour her memory, to allow her beautiful spirit back again into his heart. He had blocked her out for too long.

  Finally he was satisfied with his efforts. The ridge was tidy, and the only sign of the explosion was the small hole in the step which was to be her final resting place. He went back to the shuttle, opened the casket, and tenderly carried its prized contents over to the recess in the rock. Placing the flag and its contents inside, he bowed his head, finally getting a chance to say goodbye to his sister. Then he fumbled inside his pocket, pulling out a thin floral circlet made of silver chain with beaten silver flowers. It lay sparkling for a moment on his palm, and he gave a smile.

  “You should have been a princess,” he said, bending down to place the delicate coronet gently on top of the flag. “You always were to me, so I asked an artisan to make you this. I wish I could have seen it on you. You would have looked beautiful with this on your hair. —Although you couldn’t possibly look any more beautiful than I remember you. Rest peacefully, Hanna. I love you.”

  He stood silently for a long moment; then he went back to the shuttle for the rexelene extruder. This was a complicated process, but he had been told that these portable extruders were fairly easy to use. All of the necessary parts were compressed into a hand-held unit, which was of very limited capacity, but quite light. It consisted of a three-component mix, which solidified almost immediately, allowing the closure of apertures of up to a few feet. He checked the instructions carefully and then began to close the alcove, beginning at the base, and waiting until each layer was solid before starting on the next. It took about 40 minutes before he was finished.

  He sat back, and surveyed the finished product. It was good. The New Kwaide flag with its precious contents was visible, neatly folded over to hide what was inside. And the rexelene was clear, so the sunlight poured through it down onto the flag, lighting up the silver flowers on the slim chain crown. Ledin sat down, his back to the rock next to the rexelene, and smiled. He felt at rest with himself, very sad, but at the same time he was gradually aware that an enormous weight had lifted from his shoulders. He had, he realized, been blaming himself for years for the circumstances around Hanna’s death. But that guilt was dissipating with the rising sun of Pictoria, liberating him from years of self-blame. Hanna would rest safely here, he knew. He thought of the dark, dank Valley of the Skulls, where the sunlight never penetrated, and then looked across the beautiful landscape in front of him.

  “No-one will take you away from your dream now, Hanna. You might be 30,000 light years from Kwaide, but this is the planet you saw, all those years ago. We brought you home.”

  He sat silently, feeling at one both with the countryside and with his sister. He knew that it was time to move on, time to put the past behind him at last. He had to forgive himself for the past. He knew, as certainly as if she had told him, that Hanna would have.

  WHEN GRACE CAME back from her walk, she found him there; a solitary figure sitting on the ledge. The morning haze had dissipated, and the sunny day meant that she could see for miles across the ridges; she was able to make out two small matchstick figures which must be Six and Diva, making their way back across the ridges towards them, visible at the crests, and then disappearing into the dips. They seemed a long way away, and that made her wonder how on Sacras they had got so far in such a short time; the second shuttle had landed only a few hundred metres from the first. She narrowed her eyes, trying to see if they were holding hands or not, but her eyes couldn’t make out the details at that distance. She grinned to herself; she rather thought that might turn out to be a volatile relationship. Was this only a skirmish, or had the war been won?

  She made her way over to the newly finished tomb, and stood for a few minutes in front of it. The reflection of the overhead Pictoria sun on the silver circlet caught her attention, and she looked more closely. When she realized what it was, her face softened, and she smiled. She glanced sideways towards Ledin, but he was still staring sightlessly out over the red terrain in front of him. She dipped her head in front of Hanna’s grave, sketched a small Sell Cross in the air, and then sat quietly down beside him. After a few moments she felt the need for contact, so she inched closer until the whole length of her arm was touching his, in companionable silence.

  Together they looked out over Pictoria, waiting for Six and Diva. The ridges stretched out interminably before them, and only a few avians disturbed the peace of the planet, which was basking pleasantly in the sun. The whole planet seemed to want to accept them. Grace took in a deep breath of the summer air, and felt a slow bubble of happiness well up inside her somewhere. She knew with a deep-seated conviction that she was in the right place, at the right time, with the right person.

  Ledin was aware of that heartfelt breath. He felt her tilt her head up towards the sun, felt her close her eyes contentedly. He turned his head slightly, and as he gazed at her relaxed and happy face, a wave of well-being swept through him and the last part of the past which had been holding him back dropped away.

  He found himself looking down along the length of Hanna’s Ridge, and smiling with relief. In some way he had been absolved. A deep sigh escaped him. He was free. The gnawing feeling of guilt had disappeared. He put one arm around Grace’s shoulder and tucked her closer to him. He was a lucky man.

  The End

  That is the end of Pictoria, Book Four in the Ammonite Galaxy series.

  This omnibus continues with Book Five in the Ammonite Galaxy series, The Lost Animas ...

  Book Five in the Ammonite Galaxy series:

  THE

  LOST

  ANIMAS

  BY

  GILLIAN ANDREWS

  Dedication

  This book is for everybody who looks up at a night sky and feels small.

  Chapter 1

  DIVA LOOKED AROUND her at the lush green countryside of Coriolis, her home planet, and breathed in deeply with pleasure. She held the breath, savouring the chill air rushing into her lungs, and then exhaled slowly. They had just come back from burying Hanna on Pictoria, and had traveled to Mesteta to reinstate Six as her consort.

  “Never thought that when I stepped foot again on Coriolis it would be in the company of a meritocrat.” Tallen, who had been deposited alongside the rest of the party by Arcan, sounded disgruntled.

  Diva glared at Six. “Did he have to come with us?” she muttered. “We were supposed to arrive on our own, not bring the whole menagerie.”

  His face assumed an expression of righteous indignation. “Don’t blame me! The only person I invited is Ledin. I want to
take him to the Widowmaker; there is nothing remotely like it on Kwaide.”

  “Yes, but then Grace decided she would come too, and that meant she had to bring Cimma, who is still in recuperation after Pictoria. So both Petra and Tallen had to tag along – after you saw fit to tell them never to let Cimma out of their sight, and then Bennel had to come too because he is keeping an eye on the two Namuri right now.”

  “You see,” said Six, glad everything was cleared up, “I told you it wasn’t my fault!”

  Diva wasn’t convinced. “My parents won’t be expecting company.”

  “Hang it all, Diva! I never said I would come alone. I am not rattling around on my own in that palace they put me in. There is nothing to do there – unless you happen to like Mesteta wine baths. Which I don’t.”

  She stiffened. “Really, no-name? Nobody would ever have guessed.”

  “It’s just not a thing that men would do, now is it?”

  “Coriolan men do.”

  “Yes, well. They would, wouldn’t they? Stands to reason. It’s either that, or talk to their wiv—” There was a small pause. “Err ... I forget what I was going to say.”

  Diva’s eyes were flashing. “Wives, were you going to say, no-name?”

  “Wives? Why would I say wives? What are you going on about? Talk to their wiv... whi... white Coriolan ceremonious robes, I was going to say.”

  “Huh!”

  Six smiled down at her. Their new relationship was jagged, raw. It was a rollercoaster of emotion, sometimes accepted with a sort of calm resignation by Diva, and sometimes rejected ferociously. She seemed to equate the whole experience to being trapped in a Tattula pit, and was quite capable of trying to scratch her way out. Even so, he wouldn’t want to change anything about her. She was like a jewel, and she shone so brightly that he had long ago accepted that he would be blinded from time to time. She was a free spirit, and he knew better than to try to tie her to him. If he did, he suspected he would be left with only the fading memories.

  She stared up at him, with an uncertain frown on her forehead. “Now what are you thinking? You look awfully strange.”

  He smiled. “I was thinking that we should start to make our way to the palace. Your mother and father will be wondering what has become of us.”

  “My father will be hoping you have met your rexelene block, more like.”

  “Ah, Maximus! He will have missed me.”

  “He will be furious when he hears that I am going to reinstate you as my consort.”

  “He won’t be the only one. Speaking of which, how is the great Tartalus?”

  “Bah! He just thinks he is irresistible. He thought I would faint at his manly charms.”

  “Ye-e-s, but he might decide his chances would be better if I were out of the way.”

  “My second cousin Tartalus? He isn’t that bright. You needn’t worry about him.”

  Six wasn’t so sure. He could perceive stormy days ahead.

  WHEN THEY REACHED the palace, the guards sounded the homecoming bell with alacrity, and an honour guard fell smartly into place. The motley group made their way up to the imposing magmite portico in a hushed silence, rather spoilt by the little grunts of disapproval coming from Tallen’s lungs. His sister dug him in the ribs, but he couldn’t stop emanating waves of dislike across the smooth reception area.

  Diva caught sight of this out of the corner of her eye, nudged Six, and gave a speaking nod in the Namuri’s direction.

  Six glanced around, and grinned. “I bet this is the first time a clan member has been inside the ruler’s palace.”

  “You’d better make sure he behaves himself,” muttered Diva. “If my parents realize who he and Petra are, they may tear up the agreement we are about to sign.”

  Six nodded. “I will keep him out of trouble.”

  Diva stared.

  He raised his eyebrows. “What?”

  “Nothing. Just trying to imagine you keeping anybody out of trouble.”

  It was Six’s turn to blink now. “Why? It’s not as if I am likely to do anything wrong!”

  Diva flashed her brilliant white teeth in an unbelieving manner.

  “What? Come on Diva, you can’t think I am a troublemaker.”

  “I hate to think what you and Ledin will get up to together in the Widowmaker. I expect anything.”

  “Well, I like that! It’s you who always starts things, not me!”

  Her scrutiny of him told him she didn’t agree.

  “—And you are not getting me back into one of those dresses again.”

  That got her attention. “You have to! You are not coming to the reinstatement ceremony in a Kwaidian tunic!”

  His face fell. “Ceremony? What ceremony? You never said anything about any ceremony.”

  “Of course there has to be a ceremony. I’m reinstating you. That is an important occasion.”

  He groaned. “How long will it go on for?” He looked sideways at her. “I really wouldn’t mind going on as we are.”

  “You’re a philistine. And I don’t know how long it will take. The same as last time, I guess. Or maybe longer, because there will be two ceremonies tonight. I think my mother is going to announce the more lenient laws we have been negotiating. At least, I hope so.”

  “You mean your father is going to read interminably from some long parchment thingy?” He sounded horrified.

  “Do you want to be reinstated as my consort or don’t you?”

  “W-e-ell, actually, I ...”

  “Because if you don’t, I can always find somebody else who will.”

  “Oh, all right. I suppose I can get through one more of your awf—, I mean awesome rituals.”

  “And wear the ceremonious robe?”

  A thought occurred to Six. “Will Ledin have to wear one too?”

  “Naturally.”

  He grinned. “All right, then. By the way, do we get to share a palace after the ceremony?”

  Diva went pink, and examined her feet. “It isn’t considered customary. Female meritocrats always retain their own palaces and entourage.”

  Six looked at her. “A bundle of advantages,” he said thoughtfully. “Oh well, might as well be fed to a Tattula cat as to a cannibal.”

  “Your enthusiasm is heartwarming.”

  “Yes, my social skills are improving, don’t you think?” He looked pleased with himself.

  At that moment Diva’s mother and father entered the chamber, to stand regally in front of the party.

  “We welcome our daughter’s companions to Mesteta, and hope that their stay will be congenial.” Indomita stopped at the unmistakable sound of a derisory snort which came from somewhere in front of her, but was unable to identify the culprit.

  Petra stood firmly on her brother’s toe, pressing down with all her weight.

  “Your ... companions will be staying in the Consort’s palace,” Maximus informed them, without much enthusiasm. “We thought that would be ... err ... more ... appropriate.”

  “It will be,” Six agreed, dryly.

  “I have not issued any ban on where you may go in Mesteta, but I insist on you behaving decorously at all times.”

  Six looked hurt. “Hardly necessary, I would have thought.”

  Maximus said nothing, but his jaw moved from side to side, and they could all hear the sound of teeth grating on each other.

  AS SIX AND his party walked into his palace, Ledin looked around, and gave a silent whistle.

  “Wow! Not exactly what we are used to on Kwaide!”

  A stately woman glided forwards. “I am delighted to welcome you back, Valhai Six. We are honoured by your presence, and that of your guests.”

  “Hello, Namiba. Do you think you can find room for my friends?” Six extended one arm to encompass the group behind him.

  Six’s Lady of Chamber examined his friends dispassionately. Her eyebrows raised slightly as she caught sight of Tallen and Petra, both trying unsuccessfully to hide their rampant disapproval of su
ch luxury. Then she gave a smile as she saw Bennel and she nodded. “I shall endeavour to do my best, Valhai Six.”

  “We won’t be here for long. There are a few announcements to make, a few ceremonies to sit through.”

  “So I have heard, Valhai. I hope my lady Divina is well?”

  Six sighed. “She is fine.”

  Even Ledin looked at him when he heard that sigh. Six suddenly noticed everybody was staring in his direction. He raised his head and looked back at them with a slightly defensive expression. “We are fine,” he insisted.

  Ledin arched one eyebrow, but remained silent. He was not about to meddle. They would sort it out themselves.

  Grace turned to Six, her eyes shining. “Can I really have a Mesteta wine bath?”

  Six shrugged his shoulders and then gestured towards Namiba. “Be my guest. At least somebody wants to use the thing.”

  Grace nodded, and grabbed hold of her mother’s arm, determined to introduce her to the pleasures of Coriolan bathing customs. Then she hesitated, looking in Petra’s direction. The Namuri girl shook her head.

  “I will not soak my own hide in meritocratic vats,” she said. “Too many people suffer to bring them their expensive little luxuries.”

  Grace gave a small inclination of her head, but ushered her mother off in the direction of the bath chamber just the same. She was rather in agreement with Petra, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her one taste of luxury in an awfully long time. They could be heard giggling as they disappeared towards the huge sunken area. Petra stared after them impassively. She had no desire to spoil any part of her body. That was not permitted by the clan.

  Six looked across at Bennel. “I thought we’d take Ledin to the Widowmaker,” he suggested. “He’s never seen anything like it. We should have time before this ceremonial thing tonight.”