Read In the Hall of the Martian King Online
Authors: John Barnes
“Something else you should know about—I mentioned that the Hive is four months from opposition with Mars. That means Earth
is two, and since the Aerie is two months ahead of Earth in orbit, they’re nearly
at
opposition.”
At the unexpected mention of the Aerie, where Green-world was (and therefore where Princess Shyf was) Jak was distracted by
the surge in his heart and the cold rolling over of his intestines. He told his purse “back her message up to where she mentions
the Aerie, then continue.”
After half a second of silence and a white screen, Myxenna resumed. “—the Aerie is two months ahead of Earth in orbit, they’re
nearly
at
opposition. Ten hours ago Hive Intelligence agents reported that Princess Shyf of Greenworld, her security chief—that’s Kawib
Presgano, poor devil, I’m sure you remember him—and fifteen other people from Greenworld’s defense and national security establishments
had cleared their calendars for the next month. Eight hours ago—there were leave cancellations all through Greenworld’s Spatial.
And less than two hours ago, Green-world’s only battlesphere, the
Rufus Karrinynya,
departed from the Aerie, destination unspecified. It’s a superannuated Hive battlesphere, it was originally the
Bowie
, and it’s about four hundred years old, but if they’re willing to take the accelerations and the rough ride, at opposition
like they are now, they can make it to Mars in just a couple of days.
“Our guess is that because you’re our heet on the spot, Shyf sees a chance to try to get Paj Nakasen’s lifelog for Greenworld.
All right, that’s all for now. Good luck, keep Waynong on a short string, watch out for the bitch, get that thing if you can.”
The screen went blank. Jak leaned back and let a map of the situation form in his head.
Imagine the planets as runners on a circular track, with the slower runners in the outer lanes. One group of three runners
trots along in the third lane in a perpetual pursuit: the Aerie, an immense space station with more than four hundred nations
and two billion people, is the lead runner. One-sixth the length of the track behind the Aerie is the Earth; one-sixth farther
behind the Earth is the Hive. (The distances are set by orbital mechanics; Earth and solar gravity stabilize a station in
those positions, so that it need expend little or no energy to stay in place.) On the next track outward, Mars trots along
slowly. On nearly every lap, the slower Mars runner is passed by first the Aerie, then the Earth, then the Hive, over and
over forever. (The moment when they pass closest to each other is called opposition, because, from the standpoint of ancient
Earth-based astronomy, it’s the moment when the sun and the planet are 180 degrees apart in the sky.)
At the moment the Aerie was just passing Mars; the distance between them was at its minimum and a fast ship, accelerating
most of the way, could make the trip in mere days, like a baton passed between two runners. The Hive was 120 degrees back
around the bend, and
von Luckner
would have to travel like a ball passed across the track, swinging in very close to the sun, well within Mercury’s orbit.
So even though
von Luckner
was much faster than
Rufus Karrinynya,
it would be getting here much later.
Jak had barely drawn a breath and started to consider what he might want to do next when his purse said, “A message from Princess
Shyf.”
“Stay in eyes-only protocol and screen it.” Jak gulped icewater from the glass beside him and considered pouring it onto his
crotch.
“Jak, you really are advancing in the world.” Shyf was seated in a chair, wearing very brief and tight gozzies and several
layers of slashed-and-pulled-through tops. As always her hair and makeup were perfect. “Greenworld Intelligence has learned
exactly what you’re going down to Mars for, and all I can say is that the job couldn’t be in better hands. I’m so proud of
you.” She tossed her head and her red hair slithered over her shoulders.
“Now, I wouldn’t dream of asking you to violate the security of your own nation; that would be wrong, and besides Hive Intel
would be very apt to put you through a thorough permanent deconditioning and cut off all our contact, and you know how much
I would miss you then, my darling.” She pouted; Jak felt his heart form a warm puddle in his chest. “But I would appreciate
it if you could keep me posted, perhaps, now and then. And you might receive, at a later date, a contact from Kawib Presgano—oh,
you probably don’t know. Kawib is all over that nasty depression he was dealing with for so long, and I’ve promoted him. He
heads my personal security nowadays.”
Jak felt ill. Kawib was a decent enough young man who had wanted nothing more than an ordinary military career or a quiet
bureaucratic sinecure somewhere. But his ancestry made him a potential rallying point for the overthrow of the monarchy. Shyf
had arranged to have his fiancée, Seubla, murdered, though she and Seubla had been toves of a sort; she had sent half a dozen
good men to their deaths for trivial reasons, to Jak’s certain knowledge, including Kawib’s most trusted tove Xabo about a
year ago; and Kawib had been conditioned far more thoroughly than Jak, and with no countervailing deconditioning.
The Karrinynya Dynasty, which ruled Greenworld, had a tradition of placing their rivals into important positions, where they
could be watched closely, sent into danger, forced to betray everyone close to them, and, if they resisted, executed for treason.
After ruining his life many times over, Shyf had made Kawib her security chief to ensure that what remained of it would be
short and unhappy, with as little compunction as a python swallowing a still-struggling rat.
Yet Jak’s heart leapt up at her slightest smile. Yet he flew into ecstacy from her mildest compliment. Yet he could barely
perceive her as dangerous.
Cold reason clamped down on his surging feelings. Perhaps Sib and Hel Faczel and the others were right, and maybe it might
not be best for Hive Intel to have control of humanity’s religious and philosophic development forever. It could be that enabling
a young ninny of good family to rise to high office was not good for the Hive. Nonetheless, Jak was not humanity, and he cared
very little for religion or philosophy, and he was not the Hive. His own freedom and happiness were at stake. As he thought
of what Shyf had already done to him, and had done to Kawib and many others, he resolved to take the deal Caccitepe offered,
and take it with all his heart. If Hive Intel would fully decondition him, Jak would happily hand over Nakasen’s lifelog.
Hell, he’d have killed Nakasen himself, personally and bare-handed, to get deconditioned.
With a little more iron in his spine, Jak resumed watching the Princess’s message.
Shyf said, “Anyway, I wanted to tell you how proud I was of you, and how happy I am that you’re getting on in the world …
to tell you I might have a nice surprise for you in a few days … and to remind you who you love …” She raised her hair in
her hands and let it fall back onto her shoulders in a soft cascade; to Jak it felt as if she were fellating his heart. “And
I wanted to remind you who loves you.”
The screen clicked off, and Jak said to his purse, “Trace and save. Send Hive Intel a copy.” His own voice sounded excruciatingly
tight to him, a squeak far back in a long cave.
“Done,” the purse said. “Details?”
“Yes please.”
“Source: virtual, via fully secured polychannel, not traceable. Copy to Hive Intel. The message attempted to self-destruct
but I got there first.”
“You’re a great purse.” Jak touched the reward spot.
“Do you need help from Doctor Mejitarian?” the purse asked. “Your vital signs are varying rapidly, and you often do need his
help after a message from Princess Shyf. Shall I put in a call to him?”
“I don’t think there will be time before—”
A faint chime. His purse said, “Pikia is at the door.”
“Let her in.”
She came in with a light step, but one glance at Jak sank her into deep concern. “Are you all right?”
“No, but I will be in a few minutes,” Jak said. “Were you briefed about my, um, conditioned problem?”
“Yes, but Great-great-grandpa Reeb said you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Normally he’s right, but you’re my assistant and you had better know how these things work. I had a message from Princess
Shyf a few minutes ago and I’m upset, is all. I’ll be more or less normal in time for the meeting. If you don’t mind, talk
to me while I wash my face, masen?”
“Sure.”
Jak felt slightly strange removing his tunic in front of Pikia—the Hive is the most modest place in the solar system, and
wasps are embarrassed by things the rest of humanity barely even perceive—but she looked politely away, and the water, first
warm then cold, felt good on his face. He set the dial on the towel for slow absorption and enjoyed scouring his face while
leaving it slightly damp. “So this evening we get our act together for the meetings tomorrow, at the royal palace in Magnificiti.
Officially I’m in charge and you help me. Unofficially, we both sit back, nod sagely, and take credit, while Dujuv and Teacher
Copermisr bargain for the lifelog. I will sit, be polite, and not fall asleep. You will help me do that.”
“Five minutes till the others get here. Are you going to be all right for this meeting in five minutes? You still look pretty
tired and pale, chief.”
“By this point it looks worse than it is.”
“Can I ask something that might be really personal and rude?”
Jak considered that on his first missions—when he had been a bit older than Pikia was now—no one had told him anything. He
decided that was not an essential part of the experience. “Ask.”
“What does the conditioning feel like?”
“Like being really intensely in love,” Jak said. “Not like love for your parents or like a long-term couple feel for each
other. Like the crazy can’t-think-of-anything-else feelings some people get in late puberty, but more intense. Some shrinks
say it’s like the emotional lives of some badly abused people, the ones they call ‘natural slaves.’ Right after I get a message
from her, the only thing that matters in the universe is Shyf and what she wants, even while I know that she’s pulling my
strings as if I were a puppet. So it’s … hmm. Degrading. Dirty. Is that what you wanted to know?”
“Yes, thanks.” Her voice was soft; she seemed ashamed.
“All right, now, we want Dujuv and Teacher Copermisr to talk about what we can do to help them—”
“Jak, I didn’t ask because I’m some kind of voyeur or something.”
“I never thought that was why. I thought you’d tell me sooner or later.”
“Well, sooner. Jak, I want to
really
be your assistant on this, so that my help really helps, and I do things you toktru need. I know that’s stupid. I’m sure
Great-great-grandpa Reeb told you to keep me out of trouble and make sure I was photographed next to anything important, but
I want to really be some use. So I need to know what’s wrong, and how you have to deal with your, um, problem, so I can help
or at least keep things from coming at you until you can cope. Masen?”
“Toktru.” It felt right to say “All right, then, I’ll rely on you.”
“ ’Kay.”
“Now, if I seem to be really trying to shut my uncle up, jump in and help.”
“Right, chief.”
“And if you call me chief again, I’m going to declare a special local exception to Hive personnel rules, and spank you.”
“Toktru—uh, what should I call you? Mister Jinnaka?”
“Nakasen, no, I’ll feel ancient. Stick to Jak. It’s my name.”
“Dujuv Gonzawara and Shadow on the Frost are arriving,” Jak’s purse said.
“Well, let ’em in,” Jak said. “Got the seating chart?”
“Got it, ch—Jak.”
The door dilated. Duj and Shadow came in. Sib and Gweshira arrived immediately after, exactly on time. Pikia seated everyone;
Jak studied his notes for the meeting, which read:
1. START WHEN THEY’RE ALL HERE.
2. TURN OVER TO DUJ & XC.
3. ADJOURN.
Xlini Copermisr came five minutes late, apologizing frantically and dropping things in a confused whirl. As soon as Pikia
seated her, Jak called them to order and asked Dujuv and Teacher Copermisr to fill them all in.
The two summarized quickly, supplementing, modifying, correcting, and finishing each other’s points: Most important event
in the Harmless Zone in a very long time. Royal Family of the Splendor exceptionally proud about it. “They’re already kings
and the Splendor is already a rich nation,” Dujuv summarized. “The only meaningful bribe is the bribe to pride. So we will
kiss them where it’s good, and the way they like it. Then they will pat us on the head and let us have the lifelog.”
“Witerio and Cyx are pleasant but sensitive.” Teacher Copermisr added, “Let them have the slightest suspicion that you don’t
regard them as the full equals of the Hive’s prime minister or of the Duke of Iron, and it will all turn to shit in a hurry.”
They went over court protocol until everyone could recite everything automatically. Pikia asked, quietly, “What about this
Clarbo Waynong that’s coming in late? The Hive Intel agent? Can someone brief him?”
Jak said, “He’s supposed to arrive—um—”
“Tomorrow, right in the middle of the scheduled second meeting of the day,” Pikia said, consulting her purse.
“Can anyone catch him and brief him?” Jak asked.
“I can try,” Shadow said, “but I’ve met him, and whether I can brief him or not will depend on whether or not he is willing
to listen, and I do not think he will be. He is rather a fool.”
“I’ve dealt with him too,” Dujuv said. “Nothing ‘rather’ about it.”
“Fools often get into awkward situations,” Shadow said, “which prevent them from fulfilling their duties, leaving their duties
to be carried out by more capable people. It could be reasonable to hope for this.”
Dujuv nodded vigorously: “It might be better if Shadow got into a fight with him and they both were jailed for a few days.”