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by Bryan Thomas Schmidt


  Lord, they must all be identical!”

  “More or less,” Joanne said. “There are some minor

  variations but not many. Most of the unfixed genes in the clan

  were lost generations ago. As probably happened in your clan

  too. This was the thing that Jarl Clingert wanted to avoid, but

  when Thomas Baille refused to—”

  “It was Clingert’s treacherous ways that caused the whole

  thing,” Ryly snapped. “Let’s get that straight right now. Why,

  it’s common knowledge!”

  “Among whom? Among the Bailles, that’s who—whom!”

  Joanne’s eyes were blazing again, with the fury Ryly loved so

  much to see. “But why don’t you listen to the Clingert side of the

  story for a change? You Bailles were always like that, shutting

  your ears to anything important. You—” She stopped in mid-

  breath. Very quietly she said, “I’m sorry, Ryly.”

  “It was my fault. I started the whole thing.”

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I did, when I brought up

  the topic of—”

  He smiled and touched a finger lightly to her lips. “Look,” he

  said.

  She looked. Davud and Melena had drawn to one side,

  standing on a moist, moss-covered patch of ground within the

  field of spray and foam of the waterfall. They were talking softly.

  It wasn’t difficult to see by their faces what the topic of

  discussion was.

  “We’ll have to forget about ancient history now,” Joanne

  said. “Forget all about what happened between Jarl Clingert and

  Thomas Baille four centuries ago.”

  Ryly took her hand. “We’ll go somewhere else on The

  World,” he said. “Start all over, build a new settlement. Just the

  four of us. And maybe we can recruit some others, if I can lure a

  few Bailles out here to meet Clingerts.”

  “And vice versa. The Clingert men hate the Bailles now too,

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  you know. But that can stop. We’ll breed the feuding out.”

  Ryly looked over at Davud and Melena, then back at Joanne.

  Everything looked incredibly lovely at that moment—the

  angular red leaves of the overhanging trees, the white spray of

  the falls, prismatically colored blue and gold by the sunlight, the

  quiet green clouds drifting above. He wanted to fix that moment

  in his mind forever.

  He smiled. His mind was still full of insidious Clanfather-

  instilled legends of the early days on The World as seen through

  Baille eyes. But he could start forgetting them now.

  Soon there would be a third clan on The World—a hybrid

  clan, both fair and dark, both short and tall.

  And someday his descendants would be spinning legends

  about him, and how he had helped to found the clan, back in the

  misty time-shrouded days of the remote past.

  Robert Silverberg is rightly considered by many as one of the

  greatest living Science Fiction writers. His career stretches back

  to the pulps and his output is amazing by any standards. He’s

  authored numerous novels, short stories and nonfiction books in

  various genres and categories. He’s also a frequent guest at

  Cons and a regularly columnist for Asimov’s. His major works

  include Dying Inside , The Book of Skulls , The Alien Years , The

  World Inside , Nightfall with Isaac Asimov, Son of Man , A Time

  of Changes , and the 7 Majipoor Cycle books. His first Majipoor

  trilogy, Lord Valentine’s Castle , Majipoor Chronicles , and

  Valentine Pontifex , were reissued by ROC Books in May 2012,

  September 2012, and January 2013. Tales of Majipoor , a new

  collection bringing together all the short Majipoor tales,

  followed in May 2013.

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  Our next story details a pivotal event that occurred off screen

  just prior to key events of my debut novel, The Worker Prince. It

  focuses on Davi Rhii and his best friends, Farien and Yao, and

  how their rivalry with fellow cadet Bordox took a darker and

  darker turn in their days at the Boralian Military Academy and

  their …

  R I V A L R Y O N T H E S K Y C O U R S E

  ( A D a v i R h i i S t o r y )

  By Bryan Thomas Schmidt

  BEEP! BEEP! The alarm on the targeting computer of his VS28

  starfighter pounded Davi Rhii’s ears as adrenaline throbbed

  through his veins. He glanced down to see several blips on the

  screen. “Incoming enemy craft,” he announced into the comm,

  then switched on his shields and prepared for his second

  encounter with the enemy that day.

  Body tensing and pressing back in the seat, he shifted weight

  and adjusted his controls as the sleek, black snub nose of another

  VS28 appeared beside him in the clouds, flying a little too close.

  “Bordox, aren’t wingmen supposed to fly in formation behind

  their leader?”

  Bordox’s snapped back over the comm, “Yeah, so fall back

  and fly behind me then.”

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  Davi bit back a retort and took a deep breath. “I have

  command, pilot.”

  The enemy craft appeared ahead, swooping down toward

  them. Davi rotated his VS28 and lined up on the lead attacker’s

  fighter. His hands clasped the joystick as he let go with his lasers.

  He landed two hits on the attack leader’s wings, sending him

  spinning toward the ground, smoke and debris trailing behind.

  “Got him!” He whooped over the comm as another enemy

  fighter exploded nearby outside his blast shield.

  “Lucky shot,” Bordox sneered as another attacker’s ship

  exploded on Davi’s screen. “That was skill.”

  “Great, but stay in formation so we can protect each other,”

  Davi ordered, but Bordox ignored him and dove off in another

  direction. He executed a roll with his VS28 and went in for

  another run. Breathing deliberately to keep himself relaxed—a

  trick his uncle had suggested—he fired three times in a row,

  sending another attacker into a smoking dive.

  Bordox dove in from the opposite direction, but his lasers

  missed their target even as an enemy fighter braked and slid onto

  his tail.

  Bordox cursed over the radio. “Get this guy off me, Rhii!”

  “Oh, now you want teamwork,” Davi snapped as he swooped

  down toward the fighter chasing Bordox but he was too late. The

  enemy fighter fired three times, hitting Bordox’s engines and one

  of his ship’s main wings. Bordox’s fighter rocked and spun out

  of control toward the ground. Davi remained focused, lining up

  his sights and destroying the last two enemy fighters.

  Then his console flashed and froze as klaxons blared and the

  cockpit shield rose automatically.

  “Lights up!” Professor Orson Jonas called.

  The reflector pods overhead lit the room with blinding light.

  Davi squinted and climbed out of the flight simulator. His best

  friends, Yao and Farien, raced over to pat him on the back, the

  shorter Farien’s lighter white skin contrasting with their

  Tert
ullian friend’s orangish tone, both aglow with Davi’s

  victory.

  “How many does that make?” Yao’s purple eyes brightened

  against his dark orange-tinted skin. “Nine in a row by my count.”

  Davi’s breathing returned to normal as he glanced over at

  Bordox struggling to extract his huge frame from the tight seat

  of another sim. “Who’s counting? It’s all in fun.”

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  Bordox scowled as their eyes met.

  Farien guffawed. “Don’t show him any mercy he wouldn’t

  show you.”

  “Just friendly competition,” Davi said, figuring he’d already

  humiliated Bordox enough. Still, inside, his heart pounded in

  triumph and blood warmed his flesh.

  The flight classroom was one of the largest on the military

  academy’s campus. Occupying the bottom floor of an instruction

  building, it contained several rows of tan flight simulators with

  black seats and control panels identical to those of actual VS28

  starfighters. A laser board covered most of the front wall.

  Professor Orson Jonas stood behind a lectern, his black hair

  beginning to show strands of gray. He wore the gray uniform of

  the full military officer he had been until retiring to teach at the

  academy.

  “Perhaps next time, Cadet Bordox will try and work with his

  leader instead of trying to compete with him and actually survive

  the battle,” Professor Jonas said with a smile.

  Bordox grimaced and slunk back to his desk in the classroom

  as Davi exchanged high fives with Yao and Farien.

  *

  “I failed the test!” Farien rested his dark hair on the dining

  hall table.

  Davi chuckled and patted him on his bulky shoulder. Farien

  might be the shortest of the three, but he made up for it in muscle.

  “I think I failed, too. You’re not the only one.”

  The glint of the gold buttons on their blue-gray uniforms

  teased Davi’s eyes. Matching hats sat on the table next to their

  trays of brown Qiwi antelope meat, Gixi juice, and Jax fruit salad

  with fresh baked bread. They faced each other around one of the

  long, reddish brown tables that ran in rows down the middle of

  the dining hall.

  Yao sipped his Gixi juice and his purplish eyes glinted as he

  smiled at the sweet taste Davi knew reminded him of home.

  “Don’t be so dramatic, Farien. You could have joined the study

  group. We invited you several times.”

  “Easy for you to say, you’re a genius at math,” Farien

  growled as Yao and Davi chuckled.

  “Ignore him, Yao,” Davi said. Farien needed to let off steam,

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  and Davi knew better than to interfere.

  “At least you’re good at something.” Farien lifted his head

  off the table, pulled his tray back from the middle, and took a

  bite of Qiwi. “You impressed Professor Jonas on the simulators

  today. I stink at that, too.”

  “Bordox didn’t seem impressed.” Yao grinned.

  Davi licked his lips in anticipation as he sliced his Qiwi, pink

  juice flooding out to cover his fingers. “Bordox relies on his size

  to intimidate people instead of developing his skills.”

  “Speaking of Bordox.” Yao nodded toward the door.

  A huge, hulking cadet with light yellowish-brown skin and a

  dark beard, common to colonists who’d descended from

  Hispanic cultures on Old Earth, Bordox walked as if he owned

  the place. None of the cronies who followed him matched their

  leader’s size, but all walked with the same swagger, the same

  smug look on their faces.

  Davi turned and his green eyes met Bordox’s for a moment.

  His rival’s brown eyes held an anger Davi hadn’t expected, but

  his smug face never faltered.

  Swallowing, Farien smiled and waved at Bordox. “Hey,

  Bordox, nice job on the flight simulators. So good of you to show

  us all how not to do it!”

  Bordox struggled to maintain his composure as the cadets

  around them smiled and guffawed.

  “Don’t egg him on, Farien,” Yao said as Davi nodded in

  agreement. Bordox didn’t appear in the mood for their usual

  hazing.

  “Mock all you want, Farien,” Bordox said in his scratchy

  baritone as he and his friends barreled across the room, stopping

  at the end of their table. “You’re as inept at flying as you are at

  math.” Bordox’s buddies snickered.

  Farien’s muscles tensed and he jumped to his feet, rattling

  the bench. Davi put a hand on his arm. “I’m sure everyone could

  use extra time on the simulators.”

  Still shaking, Farien frowned and sat back down.

  “Like your family will allow you to be put in danger, Prince.”

  Bordox sneered. “You’re only here because of special

  treatment.”

  “At the Academy, I’m your peer, not your Prince,” Davi

  insisted, deliberately keeping his voice even despite the

  embarrassment that his rival had brought it up.

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  “Yes, your royal peerness,” Bordox snapped, and his cronies

  cackled as they turned away and moved off toward the serving

  counter.

  “I’m sick of that jerk!” Farien shuffled the food on his plate

  with a fork.

  Davi shrugged as he chewed a bite of juicy Qiwi meat. “He’s

  never liked to lose.”

  “If he keeps this up, he’ll be drummed out of flight school,”

  Yao said. “His focus should be on his studies rather than

  humiliating you.”

  “He still thinks my uncle stole the throne,” Davi said amused

  by the absurdity of it. Would Bordox and his family never let that

  folk tale go? “I don’t think his father makes it easy on him with

  all the failures, either.”

  Farien groaned. “Don’t tell me you feel sorry for him! No

  one deserves your sympathy less than that moron!”

  Davi and Yao exchanged amused glances as they turned back

  to their meals.

  *

  Professor Jonas pounded a fist on the lectern, motioning for

  the chattering students to quiet down. “Cadets, I’m pleased to

  announce our annual sky course competition has been scheduled

  for the end of the month. You’ll want to work hard in the

  simulators over the next few weeks to avoid embarrassing

  yourselves in front of your family and friends. The High Lord

  Counselor, along with most of the Council, will be in

  attendance.”

  “Our little Prince had better sit this one out,” Bordox said

  raising his voice and sneering as Davi grimaced, “so he won’t

  publicly embarrass the Royal family.” Bordox and his friends

  guffawed as others in the class voiced their disagreement.

  “I wonder what excuse your father will come up with,

  Bordox,” Farien said, “to avoid having to see you humiliated

  again.”

  Bordox’s face reddened as the cadets laughed at
him again.

  “At least the Lords won’t have to lower themselves by sitting

  next to commoners like your family, Farien.” He and his friends

  sneered as Davi offered Farien a calming look.

  “Cadet Bordox, Cadet Rhii followed orders well in the

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  simulators last class, unlike yourself,” Professor Jonas said,

  causing Bordox to sink down in the chair of his simulator. “Your

  own attitude and performance leave much to be desired.”

  Davi relished Bordox’s discomfort as the other cadets

  snickered and elbowed each other through broad grins.

  “I’d be happy to tutor him, Professor Jonas, if he’d like,”

  Davi said with a smirk, provoking another round of laughter.

  “Oh really, my Prince? You’d lower yourself to help little ole

  me?” Bordox said back, mimicking a small child. “Go back to

  your stolen palace, crown boy.”

  “Members of the Royal family are to be treated with

  respect!” Farien stood, chest puffing, fists clenched, as if

  preparing to rush Bordox at any moment.

  Bordox’s face turned dark. When their eyes met, his look was

  sharp as blades. “From what I hear, the royal prince’s blood isn’t

  so royal.”

  Yao stood and grabbed Farien’s arm, trying to calm him as

  Davi smiled. Bordox must be really desperate to come up with

  something so absurd. “Who’d have known you’re so fond of folk

  stories, Bordox.”

  “If it’s a folk tale, I guess you’re the folk lore prince,” Bordox

  said. “A starport rumor about a baby who arrived in a courier

  craft from the stars and landed near the palace, adopted by a

  lonely princess with no offspring.” Bordox’s cronies chortled

  and sneered. “Maybe I should have my father look into it, just in

  case,” Bordox said as Farien struggled against Yao’s grip.

  Bordox’s father, Lord Obed, headed the Lord’s Special Police,

  an elite squad of soldiers dedicated to the High Lord Counselor’s

  service.

  “Enough!” Professor Jonas hollered then waited for them to

  quiet down. “Cadet Bordox, you’re out of line. Impugning the

  reputation of another cadet without cause is enough for me to

  have you dismissed. Prince Rhii’s heritage is not in doubt. Would

 

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