“Of course.” J’merlia, once the slave-translator for Atvar H’sial, caught every nuance of meaning in her chemical message. He shivered without knowing why, sensing already that his cause was lost.
“Now you and Kallik,” Atvar H’sial continued. “You are both intelligent beings, are you not?”
“Yes.”
“Therefore either you are slaves, or you are not slaves. Agreed?”
“That is true.”
“And if you are not slaves, then it is inappropriate for you to pretend that you are, by stating that you must remain here to serve me and Louis Nenda. You should go back to the spiral arm with the others and begin to live the life of free beings. A nonslave should not mimic a slave. True?”
“True.”
“But suppose now that you are slaves, both you and Kallik; then you have no choice but to obey the orders of your masters. And those orders are quite explicit: Louis Nenda and I order you to return to the spiral arm and assist in finding the Zardalu if they are still alive. Thus in either case, slave or nonslave, you cannot remain here with us.”
“Thanks, At.” Nenda stepped forward and nodded to the Cecropian. “Couldn’t have put it better myself.” He turned to J’merlia and Kallik. “So that’s the deal. We all go back in there now. You tell Speaker-Between and the others that you’re ready to go. Right?”
Kallik and J’merlia exchanged a brief flurry of clicks and whistles.
“Yes, Mas—” Kallik caught herself before the word was fully out. “Yes, Louis Nenda. We are ready. J’merlia and I agree that we must return to the spiral arm with the others. We have no choice. We want to add only one thing. If ever you and Atvar H’sial need us, then you have to send only one word, Come, and we will hasten to your side.”
The Hymenopt touched her black round head to the floor for a fraction of a second, then stood fully upright. She and J’merlia began to walk, without permission, from the chamber.
“And we will come joyfully,” she added.
“Joyfully,” J’merlia repeated. “A human or a Cecropian may find this hard to understand — but there is no pleasure in enforced freedom.”
CHAPTER 27
All set.
But Birdie Kelly was going mad with frustration.
Everything had been ready for hours. The descending ramp to a new transportation vortex sat waiting in the next chamber, close enough for the airflow around the spinning singularity to be felt on skin and exoskeletons. Speaker-Between had assured the group that the system was prepared to receive them, with an assured safe destination. It would transfer to Midway Station, halfway between the planets of Quake and Opal; a perfect location from Birdie’s point of view, since it was the last place in the spiral arm where the Zardalu were likely to have arrived.
But now, at the very last moment, everyone seemed to be having second thoughts about going at all.
“If I had one more opportunity to reason with Speaker-Between, I feel sure I could persuade him of the unsound basis for the Builders’ plan.” That was Steven Graves, talking with Hans Rebka. Julius, unable to handle the idea of leaving Louis Nenda and Atvar H’sial to their uncertain fate, had abandoned the field to his interior mnemonic twin. Steven had been making the most of his opportunity.
“It stands to reason,” he went on, “that many races working cooperatively would have more chance of helping the Builders to solve The Problem than any species working alone. Humans and Cecropians should be engaged in a joint effort, not fighting each other to decide who will assist the Builders.”
“It stands to your reason,” Rebka countered. Like Birdie he was itching to be on his way, though for different reasons. He was still seeing nightmares in midnight blue returning to dominate the spiral arm. He wanted to follow the trail before it was too cold. “You know that the Builders have a completely different worldview from any species we have ever met. And Speaker-Between is a Builder construct. You could argue with him for a million years — he has that much time — and you’d never persuade him to abandon two hundred million years of Builder prejudice. Give up, Steven, and tackle a problem we may be able to solve. Ask yourself where the Zardalu went, and what they are doing.”
On that crucial question, Speaker-Between had been too vague for comfort. The best after-the-fact analysis showed that the Zardalu transition had been completed to an end point on a Builder artifact, probably in the old Zardalu Communion territories. It did not indicate which one, or offer any idea of what might have happened next.
Darya Lang was proving just as reluctant to leave.
“I know someone has to go back home and worry about the Zardalu.” She was examining a series of incomprehensible structures that lined the chamber, an array of fluted glass columns with turbulent green liquid running through them. “But if I leave, who is going to study things like this? I’ve spent my whole working life seeking the Builders. Now that I’ve run them down, it makes no sense to leave. Once I go I may never have an opportunity to come back.”
“Of course you will.” Louis Nenda seemed as keen as anyone to speed the others’ departure. He took her by the arm and began to lead her in the direction of the vortex ramp. Ahead of him, Atvar H’sial was shepherding J’merlia and Kallik in the same direction.
“You heard what Speaker-Between says,” Nenda continued. “The transport-system entry point on Glister won’t be closed. You can go there and return here whenever you like. And when you go to Glister next time you’ll be a lot better prepared. And you can have a good look at the wild Phages, too.”
He reached his arm around Darya and deliberately stroked her hip. “Better go, sweetie, before I change my mind about lettin’ you run off with Rebka.”
She quietly removed herself from his arm and stared down at him from her six-inch height advantage. “Louis Nenda, I swore when I first met you that if you ever laid a lecherous finger on me, I’d bat your brains out. Now you’ve done it, and I can’t bring myself to flatten you. You’ve changed, haven’t you? Since you went to Glister? You touched my hip just to annoy me.”
“Naw.” The bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet her face, then went straight back to stare at her midriff. “I didn’t do it just to annoy you. And it isn’t a change just since Glister.” His hoarse voice became even gruffer than usual, and he reached out to take her hand. “It happened before that. On Opal, when we first met.”
He seemed ready to say more, but Speaker-Between appeared again, drifting up the tunnel that led to the vortex. He seemed oblivious to the strong gravity field, and to the swirling air around his silver body.
“The time is right,” the creaky voice said. “The system is ready for planned transitions. However, the trip is much easier on individuals if they pass through singly. Who will be first?”
Everyone stared at each other, until Hans Rebka stepped forward. “I guess I will. I’m ready.”
One by one, the others formed into single file behind him. Birdie Kelly, followed by J’merlia, Kallik, and Julius Graves. Darya Lang came last of all, still staring around her at the mysterious works of the Builders. Beside the line, awkwardly, as though unsure of their own role in the others’ departure, stood Atvar H’sial and Louis Nenda.
“You may proceed.” Speaker-Between drifted to the back of the group.
“Thanks.” Rebka turned to look at the others, one by one. “I don’t think this is a time for speeches, so I’ll just say, see you there, and I know we’re lucky to be on our way home.” His eye caught Louis Nenda’s. “And I wish you were coming with us. Tell Atvar H’sial, we owe both of you our special thanks. Tell her I don’t know what you two did back on Quake, but so far as I’m concerned, what you did here, to get rid of the Zardalu, and the sacrifice you are making now, by staying, more than cancels that out. I hope I’ll see you again, back in the spiral arm.”
Nenda waved his hand dismissively. “Ah, we don’t need thanks. Me and At, we’ll manage. You go ahead, Captain. And good luck.”
Rebka nodded and st
epped onto the descending ramp of the tunnel. The others watched him walk forward, leaning far back to keep his balance. His hair and clothes began to blow wildly about him, and his pace slowed. Twenty meters along he paused. They heard his voice echoing through to them, oddly distorted.
“This is the point of no return. A couple more meters and I’ll have no choice but to go.” He turned and waved. “Meet you at the other end. Safe trip everybody, and bon voyage.”
He took two slow steps, and then a new force gripped him. He tumbled forward down the ramp. There was an audible gasp, a whomp of displaced air, and a shiver in the outline of the tunnel walls.
The others peered down toward the spinning singularity. Rebka was gone.
“You may proceed,” Speaker-Between said.
“Yeah,” Birdie Kelly said softly. “I may. But I may not.” He was clutching the rough sphere of E. C. Tally’s brain to his chest like a holy relic. “Come on, Birdie. You’ve been saying for weeks that you want to go home. So let’s do it. Feet, get moving.”
As Louis Nenda patted him on the shoulder Birdie took a first hesitant step along the tunnel. The whole line followed, like a slow processional.
“One by one,” Speaker Between cautioned.
Birdie was muttering to himself as he walked forward. Halfway along the tunnel he reached some decision and started to run. He shouted as he hit the transition zone, and again there was the rush of displaced air.
J’merlia and Kallik tried to pause by Louis Nenda and Atvar H’sial, but the Cecropian waved them on.
“That’s right,” Nenda said. “Keep moving, Kallik, don’t hold up the line. And don’t worry about us. We’ll fight things out here between us. Get on back to the spiral arm.”
“As you command. Farewell, beloved Master.” The rear-facing eyes in the Hymenopt’s dark head watched Nenda all the way, to the point where she was taken by the vortex field. Kallik vanished in silence, followed a few seconds later by a shivering J’merlia.
Julius Graves refused to be hurried. He paused in front of Louis Nenda and shook his hand. “Good luck. If you do succeed in returning, you can be sure of one thing. Whatever you did at Summertide on Quake, the charges against you and Atvar H’sial will be dropped. Please make sure that she knows, too.”
“Appreciate it, Councilor.” Nenda shook Graves’s hand vigorously. “I’ll tell her. And don’t worry about us. We’ll get by.”
“You are a very brave man.” The misty-blue eyes stared sightless into Nenda’s dark ones. “You make me proud to be a human. And if I were a Cecropian, I would be just as proud.” Graves touched his hand to Atvar H’sial’s foreclaw and stepped onto the ramp.
In seconds he was gone. Darya Lang stood alone with Louis Nenda and Atvar H’sial.
She took Nenda by the hand. “I agree with Julius Graves. I don’t care if you were a criminal before you came to Opal, it’s what you are like now that counts. People do change, don’t they?”
He shrugged. “I guess they do — when they have a reason to. And mebbe I had a good reason.”
“The Zardalu?”
“Naw.” He refused to meet her eyes, and his voice was gentle. “Nothin’ so exotic. A simple reason. You know what they say, the love of a good woman, an’ all that stuff… but you should be going, and I shouldn’t be talking this way.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m nothin’. You’ve got a good thing going with Captain Rebka, and you’re a lot righter for him than you ever could be for somebody like me. I come up the hard way. I’m loud, an’ I’m coarse, an’ I don’t know how to talk to women, never did.”
“I’d say you’re doing just fine.”
“Well, this isn’t the time an’ place for it. Go now. But maybe if I ever get back to the spiral arm—”
“You’ll come right to Sentinel Gate, and look for me.” Darya turned to nod to Atvar H’sial. “I want to say good luck to her, too, but that’s stupid. I know only one of you can win, and I hope it’s you, Louis. I have to go now — before I make a complete fool of myself. The rest of them will be waiting at the other end. I mustn’t stay longer.”
She reached out to take his face between her hands, leaned down, and kissed him on the lips. “Thanks, for everything. And don’t think of this as good-bye. We’ll meet again, I just know we will.”
“Hope so.” Nenda reached out and patted her again on the curve of her hip. He grinned. “This sure feels like unfinished business. Take care of yourself, Darya. And stay sassy.”
She walked away from him along the ramp, turning to smile and wave as she went. There was a moment when she stood motionless, with the vortex blowing her hair into a cloudy chaos around her head. Then she took one more step and spun away down to the singularity. There was the usual explosion of displaced air. She did not cry out.
Nenda and Atvar H’sial stood staring after her.
“It is finished,” Speaker-Between said from behind them. “I will receive confirmation when they reach their destination. And now — for you it begins. You must continue, human and Cecropian, until the selection process is complete.”
“Sure thing. You’re just gonna leave us to it, then?”
“I am. I see no need for my presence. I will check periodically to ascertain the situation, just as I did when your group expelled the Zardalu.”
Speaker-Between was sinking steadily into the floor. The tail and lower part of his body had already vanished.
“Hold on a minute.” Nenda reached out to grab the flowerlike head. “Suppose that we want to contact you?”
“Until one of you triumphs over the other, there can be no reason for me to talk to you. A warning: Do not seek to escape using the transportation system. You will not be accepted by it. In case of need, however, I will tell you a way to reach me. Activate one of the stasis tanks. That fact will be drawn to my attention…” The stem was sinking, until only the head itself was left. It nodded, at floor level. “This is farewell — to one of you. I do not expect to see both of you again.”
Speaker-Between disappeared. Atvar H’sial and Louis Nenda stared at each other for a full minute.
“Has he gone?” The pheromonal message diffused across to Nenda.
“I think so. Give it a few more seconds, though.” And then, when another half minute had passed, he said, “We oughta start right now, but we haven’t had a chance to talk for a while. What do you think?”
“I think that something new and unprecedented has happened to the iconoclastic Louis Nenda.” The pheromones were full of mockery. “I did not understand your spoken interaction with the female, but I could monitor your body chemistry. There was emotion there — and genuine sentiment. A grave weakness, and one that may prove your undoing.”
“No way.” Nenda snorted “You were reading me wrong, dead wrong. It’s an old human saying: Always leave ’em hot, someday it may pay off. That’s all I was doing.”
“I was not reading you wrong, Louis Nenda. and I remain unpersuaded.”
“Hey, you didn’t hear her. She was all ready to change her mind and stay — I could see it in her eyes. I couldn’t have that, her stickin’ around and poking her nose in. I had to make her realize how noble I was, see, remainin’ here like this, because then she couldn’t stay, too, without making me look less like Mr. Wonderful. Anyway I don’t want to talk about that. Let’s drop it an’ get right to the real stuff.”
“One moment more. I may accept that you were not deceiving me concerning your feelings for the woman, Darya Lang — accept it someday, if not yet. But I know you were seeking to deceive me, and everyone else, on another matter.”
“Deceive you? What are you talkin’ about?”
“Please, Louis. I am not a larval form, or a human innocent. If I inspected the Zardalu and their equipment with ultrasonic signals, is it likely I would do less for you? Let us discuss the contents of your satchel — the small one. Open it, if you please.”
“Hey, I was goin’ to show you anyway, soo
n as the rest was gone. You don’t think I’d try an’ keep it from you, do you? We both know that wouldn’t work for more than a minute.”
“I knew that you could not succeed in doing so. It is good to hear that you did not intend to try.” Atvar H’sial turned the yellow trumpets of her hearing organs to Nenda as he crouched down to open the little satchel that accompanied him everywhere.
After a few moments a pale-apricot head peeped out.
Atvar H’sial released the chemical equivalent of a sigh. “Louis Nenda, I knew of this, minutes after the last adult Zardalu vanished into the vortex. Where did you get it?”
“Little bugger bit me, when I was hiding inside Holder.” Nenda peered into the satchel, careful to keep clear of the young Zardalu’s questing beak. “Greedy little devil, that’s for sure — eaten every last scrap of food I stuck in there.”
“But you did not have to take and hide it. What act of folly is this, to keep in your possession a member of the spiral arm’s most dangerous life-form? It can be of no use to you in the struggle here.”
“Well, you don’t seem too upset. Look at it this way. If the other Zardalu are all alive, then one more won’t make a bit of difference. An’ if the others are all dead, one surviving specimen would be absolutely priceless to anybody who got back home. Think of it, At.”
“I did think of it — long since.” The Cecropian reached out a forelimb and picked up the infant Zardalu. It wriggled furiously in her grasp. “And I agreed with you; otherwise I would have made my own thoughts known.” She watched the writhing orange form. “It is alive, and obviously healthy. Apparently the Zardalu idea that their young need meat in order to thrive has no validity.”
“Or maybe with no meat they grown up less vicious. That’d be nice. So you agree — I should keep it?”
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