Timeweb Trilogy Omnibus (98 page)

“You’d better be right about this,” she said, then whirled and left.

Chapter Sixty-Four

For our race, web caretaking is the most ancient of tasks, the one for which we were born. Alas, alas, alas. So much in our heritage remains unfulfilled.

—Lament of the Tulyans

For Tesh, it had been a stunning sight that had captured her full attention and a wide range of emotions, seeing hundreds of podships arrive at the Tulyan Starcloud, all bearing the faces of Tulyans on their prows, reminiscent of the figureheads on sailing ships in the old days of Lost Earth. For this epic event, she had been standing on a sealed observation deck of the orbital Visitor’s Center, along with many excited Tulyans and a handful of dignitaries of other races.

As a Parvii, she knew she should not have felt that it was a wonderful moment, but she had been unable to escape the sensation of delight, and a chill had run down her spine.…

Now two days had passed, and as she stood alone on the same observation deck, she had not changed her impressions or her sentiments. It seemed to her that her own people had been in the wrong for much of the galaxy’s history and she had been an unwitting part of it, a contributor in her own limited way. Long ago, Parvii swarms used powerful telepathic weapons to steal the fleets of podships away from their original custodians, the Tulyans, and then took actions to round up every last sentient spaceship that the Tulyans happened to get their hands on. For Tesh, born into the situation only seven centuries ago, she had not been provided with a context about this that would have enabled her to understand the immensity of the historical act.

She wondered if she had been brainwashed.

In orbital space, she watched a Tulyan face appear on one of the tethered ships. It was not Eshaz. The ship moved around to the other side of the formation, and disappeared from view.

Suspecting that Parvii belief systems had been imposed on her in subtle and deceptive ways, Tesh wondered how far the historical fraud might have gone. Did the Eye of the Swarm and others close to him know the true nature of the situation, or was he a pawn himself, having been fed false information that had become part of Parvii lore? Her people had no written history, only the oral traditions passed on from generation to generation, so she had no place to go and look anything up, no documentation. At least not through her own race. That was unfortunate. She wondered as well what documents or other forms of proof the Tulyans had, and if they might be tricking her now in some way.

But her heart told her otherwise, an innate sensibility that she always carried with her. Was the truth right in front of her eyes? From her private vantage point, she saw almost four hundred captured podships moored in nearby space, the bounty of two hunts, including the one she went on with Eshaz and the teenage Humans. The Council of Elders had decided to tether them at the center of the starcloud for maximum security, a strong point where the mindlink energies of the race were maximized.

Increasingly it seemed to Tesh that the decay of Timeweb might in large degree be the fault of her own race, for removing the Tulyan web caretakers from their jobs and only allowing a few of them to go about their work, not nearly enough for such a massive job. Considering this, with doubts seeping into her consciousness, she began to feel great shame. Not for doing anything wrong herself, since she must have been a dupe like so many others, but for the very fact that she was a Parvii. Such thoughts! Did she carry within her cells, within her DNA, the dark remnants of her genetic past, the shameful detritus of those in her race who had been directly and consciously to blame?

Yes.
The truth stared her in the face.

But she knew that she needed to set these worries aside at this critical juncture in history, and begin anew with a fresh awareness and fresh eyes, doing her very best to right the wrongs of the past. As a result of those wrongs, the entire galaxy was out of balance, and crumbling away. She had to reveal certain information to the Tulyans, and saw no alternative.…

As she watched, two other ships took on Tulyan faces, and moved to other moorages. Even though she had seen the extraordinary piloting process several times now, Tesh didn’t know if she could ever get used to it. The Tulyan method of piloting podships was so different from that of the Parviis. In a sense it seemed more personal to her, merging as they did with the sentient spacecraft. She wondered how the Aopoddae felt about it.

Prior to meeting Eshaz and sharing time with him, Tesh had considered his people her enemy. After all, they were a race that wanted to take away what Parviis had, control over the enigmatic podships that traversed the galaxy at tachyon speeds. She had seen Tulyans over the centuries, whenever they came around the Parvii Fold to perform timeseeing duties and other tasks, and whenever they rode as passengers in ships she piloted … but now she was beginning to perceive them as a tragically lost people, making a desperate, last-ditch attempt to regain their power and perceived purpose.

They are no longer my enemy,
she thought as tears formed in her eyes.

With remarkable clarity she was beginning to see the error of Parvii ways, of aggressive actions that might have led to the extinction of any other galactic race except the Tulyans. Ironically, they were tough and resilient and were actually fighting to survive, unexpected qualities in a race that had professed pacifism for so long.

All her life Tesh had known that Tulyans were nearly immortal, since they were immune to disease and other forms of cellular degeneration, though it was known that they could be injured or even killed in accidents. Now she was beginning to understand that their twin curses of longevity and pacifism had forced them to watch as the galaxy and its Timeweb infrastructure disintegrated in front of their eyes. It must have been a terrible penalty for them to pay, a constant reminder of their supreme failures and of their once-glorious past.

At long last, their pacifism was over, and so, perhaps, was their longevity. The increasing physical discomforts the Tulyans were experiencing suggested that a process of bodily disorder and deterioration might be beginning in their race. Additionally she had heard that hundreds of Tulyans had disappeared, while working on their limited assignments around the galaxy. Though Tesh was not inside their skins, she felt as if she was beginning to get inside their heads, suffering with them, thinking more like them than a Parvii.

Nevertheless, it troubled her that her own people had scattered outside the Tulyan Starcloud and flown off in disorder. To her knowledge, nothing like that had ever happened before. Tesh knew full well what Woldn would do next, but she could not permit that to happen.…

That morning at the Tulyan Starcloud, Tesh approached Eshaz, in the lounge of the Visitor’s Center. She slid into a seat opposite him at a table, after raising the chair to conform to her body size, which even in its magnified state was still considerably smaller than Tulyans. Since this was a diplomatic facility, the furnishings were designed to accommodate a variety of racial types and sizes. The two of them ordered cocaxy drinks in frosty, frozen glasses. It was as if Eshaz had waited for her to arrive before getting anything for himself, even though they had made no arrangements to meet.

“We received a message from Master Noah,” the Tulyan said. “He asked about you.” “So?” She tried to still the quickened beating of her heart. “How is that of interest to me?” Reaching into a body pouch in his side, he brought out a piece of folded parchment and placed it in front of her. “A transcript of Noah’s message,” he said. “A touch on your skin could tell me how it is of interest to you.”

Tesh took a sip of the tart, aromatic drink and scanned the document, which had been printed in the widely understood language of Galeng. Noah’s words were few, and she finished them quickly. “It’s just an official communication; nothing personal here at all.”

“That depends upon how you look at it. Right after mentioning your name, he asks that you and your traveling companions return as soon as possible.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m looking at his words now, and they refer to all of us, not just me.”

“On the contrary, there is a certain emphasis, a
weightiness
to what he is saying. Our diplomatic people have examined it carefully, and there is no doubt. He is asking about your welfare, and wants to see you.”

“Well, maybe you’re right.” Tesh smiled stiffly. “After all, I am not without certain charms. But I must discuss something else with you, something of far greater consequence than the fates of two people in a huge, crumbling galaxy.”

Eshaz nodded solemnly. “Proceed.”

The Parvii woman had something very important to say, one of the secrets of her race. She struggled to express herself, having practiced how she might say this, but faltered under the enormous gravity of all the warnings she and her ancestors had received against revealing such information. Finally she paused, unable to get the words out the way she wanted.

Reaching across the table, Eshaz made contact with the crackling energy field that was Tesh’s second skin, touching her projection-enlarged left hand. In performing this truthing touch, he absorbed her thoughts as Tulyans could do with another galactic race … but she knew he still didn’t obtain the information she had to reveal to him. She sighed deeply, trying to calm herself.

Presently Tesh told him without speaking,
My people are very aggressive, with angry tempers. You Tulyans may have won a battle with your newfound telepathic powers, your mindlink. But you have stirred up a huge hornet’s nest, and the Parvii potential is much greater than yours. We have rapid breeding methods, and the capacity to use the most devastating psychic weapons in the galaxy, with the concentrated focal power of millions of Parviis at a time. In ancient times, my people employed these devices against Tulyans and other races, destroying entire fleets and planets.

She paused, letting the information sink in. He didn’t transmit any thought response, or say anything, as if he knew she still had more to say.

Continuing her internal monologue, she told him,
The ancient knowledge is still available, held in sacred reserve by our war priests. As you know, I am an outcast, no longer in contact with Woldn’s morphic field, but I still sense that something big is brewing. I know my people well, and what the legends say we will do in a time of dire need. At this very moment they have sought sanctuary in the Parvii Fold, where breedmasters and war priests are working together for a retaliatory strike.

Now Eshaz pulled back. His gray, slitted eyes flashed with alarm. “This is very disturbing.”

She spoke, too. “A great deal is at stake. I want you to accompany me on a diplomatic mission to the Parvii Fold, before my people can regenerate and mount a counterattack. We must convince Woldn that war between our races is suicidal, and.…”

“And that we need to work together to preserve and repair the galactic infrastructure of Timeweb,” he said, interrupting. “Tulyans and Parviis must use the entire podship fleet cooperatively for the most massive project in history. Thousands of ships to transport repair teams all over the galaxy, to as many trouble spots as possible. For the sake of harmony, Parviis can pilot the ships, while Tulyans such as yourself can perform the web repairs.”

“You and I are beginning to understand each other,” she said with a slight smile. “Let’s hope it bodes well for the others we must convince.”

“You would return to the Parvii Fold?” Eshaz whispered to her. “But you are an outcast, forbidden from returning to your people.”

“I must risk everything, as all of us must. The stakes are too high for any concerns about personal safety. Yes, I would do that, and much more.”

Finally, Eshaz sat back, and stared across the table at her.

She pushed the cocaxy drink away.

“I will seek the advice of the Council,” he said.

Eshaz requested an emergency meeting with the Elders, and they assented. He told them Tesh’s story, and her astounding proposal. A short while later they summoned her before them, and listened attentively to the details. She told them she wanted Eshaz to accompany her to the Parvii Fold, perhaps with a diplomatic team of Tulyans. Then she clasped her hands in front of herself, awaiting their decision.

“You say you want Parvii pilots to transport podships around the galaxy, containing teams of Tulyan repair teams,” First Elder Kre’n said, after a brief conference with the other Elders. The Tulyan leader paused, as if expecting a response.

“That’s right,” Tesh said, filling in the quiet that had fallen across the great chamber.

“Tulyans and Parviis can never work together in a meaningful way,” Kre’n declared. “We agree that web repairs are needed, but for that we don’t need Parviis at all. We can pilot podships
and
do the infrastructure repairs. Your request is denied.”

“But you are in grave danger!”

“So are we all.” Kre’n waved an arm dismissively. “You have our permission to leave the starcloud on your ‘diplomatic mission,’ but
alone.
It will serve no purpose for any Tulyans to accompany you, as it could inflame the passions of Woldn in an unproductive way.”

“Not even Eshaz? Woldn knows him.”

Eshaz grabbed her by the arm, squeezing it. “Don’t argue with the Elders.”

She pulled away. “I’m not. I’m just.…”

“Their decisions are carefully thought out,” Eshaz said, “and based on reasons you could never understand.” He glanced up at their unsmiling faces, then back at her. “The Elders will not reconsider.”

He escorted her forcefully out of the chamber.

“Your people can never defend against a Parvii telepathic onslaught,” she said, in the corridor outside. “You have no concept of the terrible destructive force that war priests can generate. They have a focal weapon, drawing upon the primal energies of the universe.”

His eyes widened. “I have heard stories of such a thing, legends. But we have a highly advanced form of mindlink now, which we didn’t have in the old days. We will not fall so easily.”