The Orphaned Worlds (26 page)
Having listened, the Prophet-Sage replied and Hurnegur again translated.
‘The revered one says that your observations may not be reliable, given your recent rise in the ranks of the Chaurixa. The former leader, Castigator Vuzayel, was reportedly encouraged to lay down his sins and burdens in the name of Sacred Revenge by yourself.’ Hurnegur smiled faintly. ‘Did you really throw him out of his own airlock, Chandler Talavera?’
She shrugged. ‘Vuzayel was an incompetent. He let a prisoner escape from the Sacrament; I flew off in pursuit and as a result ended up marooned on Shafis Four. Luckily, I found a way off that rathole and returned to the Sacrament, where I showed Vuzayel the error of his ways.’ She paused. ‘You can reassure the Prophet-Sage that my devotion to the Great Sower is as profound as his faith in the Father-Sages. And that we look forward to great successes when the armada reaches its destination.’
The Prophet-Sage listened, a wintry smile creasing his leathery cheeks, and when Hurnegur was done he came back with a few words then hobbled out of the hold. The Henkayan general frowned as he looked at Talavera.
‘He said, “Even abominations can be useful.”’ Then he considered Julia. ‘How does it feel to be one such as you?’
Suddenly all eyes were on her.
‘General, I would have to say that, mostly, it’s hard work being disliked while trying to achieve great things. Otherwise, we are not so different from other Humans, like friend Talavera. We laugh, we argue, we become excited and we become bored. We grow up with these abilities so they are normal to us, but compared to other attributes’ – she indicated the Henkayan’s broad shoulders – ‘it is like having an extra pair of hands.’
Hurnegur laughed deep in his chest and nodded.
‘I have little time for most Humans but you I like – more than Chandler Talavera. And yet I trust her more than I trust you.’ He looked at Talavera. ‘We shall be docking with your ship in half of one hour.’
He gave a sardonic bow of the head and was gone, followed by his guards. Talavera then turned to Julia.
‘Don’t think you’ve made a brand new friend,’ she said. ‘If the Prophet-Sage told him to gut you like a fish and cut your head off he’d do it without a moment’s thought. And given the revered one’s prejudices that would be a safe bet, but only if you fell into his hands at some point. Which is not part of the plan.’
‘But going back to Darien is,’ Julia said stonily.
Talavera went to the door and paused to grin. ‘You can lay money on it. By the way, Hurnegur was being ironic since he doesn’t trust anyone.’
A moment later she and her guards were gone and the door was locked. At once the others turned to Julia, feeling free to show their panic and fear.
‘She knows,’ said Irenya in a hoarse voice. ‘She
knows
!’
‘How could she?’ said Thorold. ‘How could anyone not involved … ?’
They meant the dark antimatter research, and even this oblique reference was too much. Julia gave them both a sharp look and made the ‘overhearing’ gesture. Ever since their capture they had been using a variation on the old signalogue from Vyshinsky Hall days, and now she was getting them to clam up about the dark AM project. Irenya and Thorold nodded, Konstantin shrugged, but Arkady replied, ‘Who cares?’ and went off to sit by himself, anger in his posture.
Danger on all sides
, Julia thought
. And we have to trust that bitch-terrorist will keep us safe from the god-zealots. But what price will we have to pay and how much blood will be on our hands by the end of it?
At first he thought it was sunlight that had awoken him, leaking in through his eyelids. But the first moment of wakefulness was also the moment when he realised that he could not in any way move his limbs. Alarmed, eyes abruptly open, he found he was reclining in an odd couch, parts of which completely enclosed his arms and legs, curved shells of dull green polymer. Some kind of webby metal harness kept his torso immobile while a headband and a padded recess restricted his head movement. Overhead, a small lamp glowed amid a cluster of upside-down readouts, its radiance revealing that he was in some kind of small compartment, at least going by his constricted field of vision.
Thoughts came in a rush, the night-time abduction from the tree house in Segrana, the flight in the hold of the Ezgara/Tygran shuttle, the puff of vapour that put him out in seconds, and now this. Anger and frustration hit but, with an effort, he reined it in, forcing himself to stay calm, to think about the situation, to summarise its elements. Then something occurred to him: this restraint couch was a high-security method of moving prisoners, which almost implied that he was so dangerous that this was the only way to handle him. The notion made him laugh in the compartment’s gloom.
‘Theo?’ said a voice. ‘Is that you?’
‘Malachi?’
‘Yes.’ There was a sigh. ‘I am sorry for getting you captured. I took a chance that they would bring you if they thought you knew some important Tygran secrets. Otherwise they would have killed or mindwiped you.’
Unable to see the Tygran, Theo could only speak into the air.
‘Mindwiped? How?’
‘Bio-agent, pressure-injected. It’s supposed to chemically target and dissolve the previous forty-eight hours of memory but often it takes away more than that. Much more.’
‘Could have been … unpleasant.’
Now it was Malachi’s turn to laugh.
‘Don’t you think that our captivity is also unpleasant?’
‘Not really,’ Theo said. ‘But it is certainly inconvenient.’
Both men laughed but fell silent when a door opened and a wedge of light cut into the room, followed by footsteps. A moment later a man leaned over Theo’s couch and regarded him with cold eyes that then flicked over at the unseen Malachi.
‘Good, both awake, as scheduled.’
The man wore Ezgara body armour but no helmet. His hair was dark and cut to a bristle, emphasising the shape of his skull and the spare, well-defined lines of cheek and jaw. An officer, Theo was sure, perhaps in his early to mid-thirties, probably a combat veteran, dedicated and dogmatic.
‘Both of you will soon be transferred to the patrol scout
Starfire
, which has been assigned to convey you to Tygra for appraisal and judgement.’
‘In a court of the civics?’ said Malachi. ‘Or by Becker?’
Eyes darkened with anger. ‘By Matthias Becker, the Marshal Paramount. All disciplinary matters relating to the Commanderies now come under his jurisdiction.’
‘But did you not know that one merciless judge is more harmful to a society than a dozen rich lawyers?’
The officer sneered. ‘One of the Celestial Axioms, how quaint. Outmoded archaisms that are no longer part of the cadet curriculum.’
‘A decision that has lessened us.’
‘So you say and have said in the past, which is your failing. For when blades clash in the breach, even mere words are deadly.’
‘That must be from the Marshal’s pithy New Virtues, yes?’
‘I see that not all the reforms have passed you by.’
‘Reforms?’ Malachi’s voice rang with contempt. ‘Don’t you mean methods of indoctrination and a personality cult … ?’
‘Malachi, my boy,’ Theo said, deciding to get in on the act, ‘you should never interrupt your opponent when he’s making a mistake.’
The Tygran gave him a look of cold fury. ‘This is none of your concern.’
Theo laughed. ‘He says to the man he snatched away into the depths of space. Oh no, this is very much my concern.’
‘If you don’t hold your tongue, old man, I’ll dose you back into oblivion!’
‘You should find out about your prisoners,’ said Malachi. ‘Theo here is a former major in the Darien Volunteer Force. You should show some respect.’
The officer frowned. ‘Is this so?’
Theo nodded. ‘Major Theodor Karlsson, retired.’ He gave a half-smile. ‘And this is retirement!’
‘I am Field Lieutenant Hark. Your planetside colony seems to be based mostly on frontier resource management – what could a major achieve with herders and farmboys?’
‘A short temper and bad digestion,’ Theo said wryly, at which Hark gave a low chuckle. ‘More than you might think. Besides, a farmboy with a rifle becomes something more when his world is invaded – “It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr.”’
Hark smiled. ‘A Napoleonic maxim. And yet to have good soldiers, a nation must always be at war.’
By God, they love their epigrams, these Tygrans
, he thought.
‘At war with what, though?’ he replied. ‘“One must not judge everyone in the world by his qualities as a soldier, otherwise we should have no civilisation.” That was from Erwin Rommel, who was—’
‘I know who Rommel was!’ Hark said, straightening. ‘Now, we must attend to your disposition. We shall soon dock with the
Starfire
, therefore we must have you alert and mobile.’ He reached up to the overhead panel and keyed in something. There was a series of clicks, a faint hiss and Theo felt muscular sensation returning to his limbs. ‘You have both been in a holding coma for over two days, thus you will need an energy-rich meal supplement before transferral.’ Then to Malachi he said, ‘You may discover that your commandery is unable to provide counsel. This is because most of the senior Stormlion officers have been declared antinomics. Some are already in custody on Tygra while a few have avoided rightful detention.’
‘Antinomics?’ said Malachi. ‘Opposed to the word of the Founders … how utterly ridiculous. This is a political purge by Becker and that AI he carries in his head. And I’ll wager that Captain Gideon is still unaccounted for, am I right?’
‘Speculation is worthless,’ Hark said. ‘In time, all antinomics shall come to face judgement, as will you.’
Ten minutes later they stood side by side before the main airlock. Theo’s legs trembled a little and he felt like he needed to shower for a day but at least he was out of that couch. There were tether cuffs on his wrists and knees, yet he was determined to maintain a hopeful state of mind.
See it this way
, he thought.
Soon I’ll get to set foot on another world of Humans kept secret for a century and a half. After that, who knows what’ll happen?
Two Tygrans in standard blue Ezgara armour but no helmets stood behind them while in front Hark and another waited for the locks to cycle. Moments later a single note chimed and the pressure hatch slid open, three layers of it, one by one. Another two armoured Tygrans were revealed, only these wore their enclosing headgear, visors dark and concealing. Prodded forward, he and Malachi shuffled into the airlock, which closed behind them. From there they were steered through the adjoining lock and aboard the
Starfire
. Nothing was said as they trudged along a blue-lit passage to a narrow chamber with a low metal bench. Ignoring questions, their guards pointed at the bench and with a shake of the head Theo sat down, followed by Malachi.
Seconds later, a third Tygran entered, likewise fully armoured. Another officer, Theo guessed. The newcomer folded his arms, with the secondary ones hung poised by his sides, and with his visored face studied them for a brief moment before fixing on Malachi.
‘Name yourself,’ he said in a deep, metallic voice.
‘Malachi Ash, tac-sergeant, third subunit, field squad Deimos of the Stormlions Commandery.’
Theo saw Malachi’s posture straighten as he spoke.
‘State your crime.’
‘Captured by indigenous forces who negated biophysical obliteration device, forestalling any attempt to take the Night Road. Subsequently, I decided against pursuing the Road by other means.’
‘There is more.’
‘I have revealed some of the Silent Secrets to a non-Tygran.’
‘You know of this ship?’
Malachi gazed steadily at his questioner.
‘It is the patrol scout
Starfire
, assigned to the Grey Sentinels Commandery.’
‘Indeed, and its orders are to convey you to Tygra and to Alecto City where judgement awaits in the Red Halls.’ The officer paused, reached up and began loosening the seal of his helmet. ‘Thankfully, they’re not my orders!’
The visored helmet came off to reveal strong-jawed features offset by a head of silver-white hair, closely cropped. Malachi gasped and leaped to his feet, face full of amazement. Then he seemed to remember himself, came to attention and gave a sharp bow of the head.
‘My Captain, I …’
‘That was a cruel deception, Malachi, but I had to be certain of your state of mind after the incarceration. But I can see that they failed to erase that obstinate streak.’
This had to be Malachi’s superior, Theo thought. What was his name … Gideon or some such?
‘And what of your companion?’ the captain said.
Malachi looked at Theo. ‘Yes, sir, may I introduce Major Karlsson of the Darien Volunteer Forces. Theo, this is Captain Franklin Gideon, head of the Stormlions Commandery.’
Theo stood and found himself on a level with the Tygran, meeting an unflinching steely gaze as they shook hands. The man had a firm grip that he was careful to match.
‘A pleasure to meet you, Captain,’ he said. ‘Especially since we are no longer going to be dragged off to a dubious judgement.’
‘With the Marshal Paramount as your judge,’ Gideon said, ‘the outcome would be somewhat harsher than dubious. So, you are a major …’
‘Retired, Captain. Have been for some years now.’
Gideon nodded sombrely. ‘My official title is captain but my commandery numbers over fifteen hundred combat troops with another three hundred support personnel. Perhaps you can understand the nature of command and how those you lead become important to you.’
‘Yes, I do. There is duty, discipline and hard training. There is also community, trust and loyalty.’
Gideon’s expression remained composed but the hardness of regret came into his gaze.
‘Yes, Major, all of that was my gladly shouldered burden until seventy-two hours ago when Marshal Paramount Becker issued writs for the arrest of myself and my senior officers, after publicly denouncing us as antinomic.’