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He did not ask Hera why she’d killed his clones. He suspected he knew. Maggie. Perhaps she had heard about his bet concerning Maggie. Hera knew she could stop Zeus from raping Maggie, at least, by providing such a horrendous penalty that he wouldn’t dare take Maggie quickly.

But then another thought occurred to Zeus. Hera could not have known about his bet with Herm unless Herm had told her. Yet Herm had not left Zeus’s sight all morning.

So it may have been that Hera had asked Herm to tempt Zeus into this bet.

Zeus had thought it exceedingly generous of Herm to offer so many points for a simple seduction. Now he saw why. Hera had bet against him. She would interfere.

Hera smiled, a mischievous grin. “Three points if you bed Maggie,” she said. “Three for me if you don’t. That was my bet with Herm.”

This astonished Zeus—the depth of his wife’s jealousy, the scope of her cunning. She could make a formidable opponent in the Great and Dreadful Game. Surely Zeus would have been more circumspect in betting this morning if he’d suspected how jealous Hera was.

She’d taken him off his guard last night with her talk of truces and feigned interest in Gallen.

It annoyed Zeus to be so easily handled; and it humbled him. He went to his dear wife, found himself aroused. He kissed her full lips, pressed himself against her. “You haven’t stopped me,” he teased. “I will have my pleasure with Maggie, though she could never give me as much pleasure as do you.”

“Three points if you get her.” Hera laughed sweetly; she sauntered from the room.

The ruthless woman
, Zeus considered. How could Hera so casually have maneuvered Felph into killing their clones? She’d lost as much as he in this debacle. Now all Felph’s children lay under the threat of extinction. It only showed Zeus how serious an opponent Hera would be in the Game. Still, he admired her.

Arachne was watching them both with an uncustomary frown. Zeus wondered what she knew that he didn’t. “Why the furrowed brow, dear sister?”

The witch seldom gave him a straight answer; he expected none now. Still he could hope. She had, after all, been created to be his counselor. For heaven’s sake, he needed the counsel now.

“I think,” Arachne said, “that your game goes too far. We would all be better off, if no one played such games anymore.”

“Goes too far? In what way?”

Arachne’s dark eyes flashed. “You hurt others merely to gain status, without concern for those who’ve done us only good.”

“So you would have me walk away from this?” Zeus asked. “Simply lose three points?”

“If you were half as noble as you were crafty, you would run from this game,” Arachne said.

“Hah! Hera told you to say this, didn’t she?”

“I mean it, “ Arachne said. “You’re a fool. Gallen O’Day is a dangerous man. You know almost nothing about him. He will protect what is his!”

“Indeed!” Zeus laughed. “I shall have my points whether you or Hera like it or not.” He gave a hearty roar for no reason he could understand. It was a laugh of pain, as much as of pleasure.

Chapter 13

When Orick reached the
Nightswift
in its docking bay, Felph had dozens of droids ready with clothing, weapons, temporary shelters. Gallen and Felph stood considering which items to take on the expedition, which to leave. As the men spoke, Tallea went to Maggie, licked her hand.

“Are you certain you’ll be all right, here?” Tallea asked. “I’m worried.”

Maggie knelt, hugged Tallea. “I’ll be fine. The droids will be here to care for me, new people to meet.”

“I wish I could take care of you,” Tallea said. “But I keep finding I’m not of much use without hands and thumbs.”

“I’ll feel better if you keep Gallen and Orick safe,” Maggie answered. She was being generous of course. Tallea had been a fine swordswoman in her time, but as a bear she was clumsy and small. In a fight, Orick would have to care for her. Orick suspected Tallea knew that, and it rankled her.

Orick knew how miserable Tallea was. He felt guilty. She loved him, had given up everything to be at his side, and he’d decided to give his life into the service of God.

After his dream last night, he felt more decided than ever. Orick had always believed that he would be the monastic sort, living in some forest hideaway, devoting his life to study and good works.

But now he knew he couldn’t spend his days cloistered in a monastery leading an easy life of study. Last night he’d had a vision, a wondrous vision, in which God had called him to service. Missionary to the Cosmos.

Orick felt afire with the urge to go out and convert. He remembered the prophecies of John the Revelator, who saw all manner of beasts worshipping and crying praises to God.

I am among those in John’s vision, Orick realized. Who better than me, a Iowly bear, to carry God’s message to the rest of his creatures?

I can’t give myself to Tallea. Orick thought, but I can give her the gospel. She was in my dream last night, too. God has commanded me to speak to her. Yet how can I talk to her?

Tallea knew that Orick prayed. She’d joined him on a few occasions. Her attitude toward Christianity was respectful, though she seemed to think it quaint.

Where do I begin?
Orick considered.
How do I convince Tallea?
Without realizing it. he’d decided to preach to her first—his closest friend. Yet the thought frightened him. He feared that Tallea would reject him.

Orick considered the words of the prophet Nephi from the Tome: “I will go and do what the Lord has commanded, for I know that he giveth no commandment unto the children of men, save he shall first prepare a way for them to do that which he has commanded.” The verse filled him with resolve.

Well then, Orick decided. That’s it then. I saw everyone in my vision last night, so I’ll convert them all—Tallea, these folks on Ruin, even the dronon.

But at the thought of the dronon, even Orick’s stout heart faltered. Right now, Tallea seemed daunting enough.

Orick and Tallea watched as Gallen had the droids pack supplies. Felph’s young daughter, Athena, watched Gallen, quietly offering suggestions now and then. “Use the bigger, more powerful glow globes,” she said.

Felph challenged, “But won’t they draw predators?”

“Down as far in the tangle as we’ll be, most predators hunt by smell; anything that can see our light would sniff out our trail anyway. But the brighter lights might blind them.”

Felph grunted his assent, and they took the larger globes. Athena seemed to understand the dangers of the tangle better than any other.

Orick followed Tallea into the
Nightswift
.

Tallea watched Maggie through a shaded window. As a Caldurian, Tallea had spent a lifetime protecting the helpless. That is what drew her to Maggie now.

Orick said, “I know you want to stay with Maggie, I’m glad you chose to come with me.”

“Why?” Tallea asked, her voice hopeful. She turned her full attention to him, eyes sparkling.

Now it was Orick’s turn to pace. The big black bear hung his head, half closed his eyes. “I wanted to speak to you about something.”

He let the silence drag out, and Tallea seemed to take it for a bad sign. She sighed, shook her shaggy head. “Please, Orick, you don’t need to say it.”

“What?” Orick asked.

“You want me to go away,” Tallea answered. “I’ve felt it coming. We Caldurians are used to it. We bond with those we serve, and sometimes we crave too much affection from our masters. I didn’t mean to do that to you. I-I’ll leave.”

Orick could hear in the hollowness of her voice how much those words cost her. She turned, trying to hide the tears that welled in her eyes, and Orick wanted to comfort her. Yet he held back. To offer affection now might only hurt her more in the long run.

“I’ll find a way to be happy,” Tallea said. “Even Caldurians can forget in time.”

“Wait!” Orick said, “That’s not what I wanted to say. It’s another matter entirely. I know it’s a hard thing to ask, but I wanted—I mean I’ve wondered—”

“Yes?” Tallea said, heaving a sigh of relief.

“How you feel about God?” Orick blurted.

Tallea sat, stunned. It was a simple question, yet it took her off guard. At length she said, “Some people say there are gods, and some say not. I know you believe in one God, though you say he has a son—who is also God—and a spirit, who sounds to me like a third god. To tell the truth, you sound confused, Orick. At the very least, I’m not sure how well you count.”

Orick almost laughed. He was surprised at how much she’d understood, given how little he’d told her. “I worship one God,” Orick admitted, “just as His son worshiped Him. I worship one God, just as the Holy Spirit serves Him. So you see, the other two hold a place of honor, they are subservient to one supreme deity.”

“That makes sense now,” Tallea admitted.

“The thing is, uh,” Orick said, unsure how to proceed, “if there were a God who had created this universe, and if He could hear and understand your innermost thoughts and needs, doesn’t it make sense that He could talk to you?”

Tallea considered. “I don’t know. If you think he could create the universe and hear our thoughts, then, if he has such power, he ought to be able to talk.”

Orick stared into her eyes. They held a desperation he had never seen before. He said, “And if such a being existed, how could I prove His existence to you?”

Tallea said, “I doubt that you could.”

“What if He spoke to you?”

Tallea considered. “That wouldn’t prove anything. It would only mean that something was speaking to me, It doesn’t necessarily mean that that something is your God. It could be a liar.”

“But it might prove there are greater powers in the universe than ourselves,” Orick said. “Right?”

Tallea considered. “It stands to reason that there are.”

“Then, I want you to talk to God, and listen to what He has to say,” Orick concluded.

“Why—what would I want to talk to him for?”

“Because He created us,” Orick said. “Because He is the father of our spirits, and He wants us to be happy.”

“But I already am happy,” Tallea said, and almost as soon as she said it, she scrunched her nose, as if recognizing the depth of the lie. She was miserable, Orick knew.

She loved Orick. She loved him so much, she had given up her life, her humanity, to be with him, and now she feared that he would never love her in return. As a bear who was genetically enhanced to be something more than other female bears, Tallea was unique in the universe. If Orick did not return her love, she would end up alone. How, could she say she was happy? It wasn’t true, but the lie had come swiftly to her lips simply because she was so miserable. She couldn’t admit it even to herself.

Of course, she had lied because she knew what Orick was asking. He wanted her to embark on a dangerous journey, to discover God. She said angrily, “The truth is, I don’t want anything to do with your God. If he tells you that you can’t love me, that you can’t marry me no matter how much you love me, then I don’t give a damn whether he created me or not. You say he wants me to be happy: well, I know what I need to be happy!”

Orick frowned. He tried to speak, but only a mumble came out. Of course she would be angry with? But Orick also knew she was lying still. The truth was that if she discovered that God lived, she’d have to make some difficult changes in her life, and Orick knew that for many, it was easier to deny God’s existence than to change.

Orick didn’t know how to proceed, what to say next. Should he lie, say that if she discovered God, her life would be easy? The truth was it might be harder. God requires hard things of His disciples. Should he ask her not to be angry at God? What good would that do?

He half turned to leave, then stopped. “You say you don’t want to know Him, but you know me, and you love me. You had better figure out why you love me, because I tell you this: He shaped my heart and soul, as well as my body.”

He turned to leave, and though his words were as honest and as humble as any Orick could muster, he knew he’d left volumes unsaid. Perhaps he’d been wrong to come to Tallea without any thought or preparation.

“Ah, forgive me,” Orick said, not quite able to turn his back on her. “I don’t know how to say this. I’m making a mess of it.” He would have left then, but as he turned, Tallea must have recognized his frustration.

“I love your kindness,” Tallea said, filling the silent void. “Is your god kind?”

Orick stopped in mid-stride. He gazed, realizing that she was apologizing. She wanted to speak to him. “He watches the sparrows and knows their thoughts. He weeps when one dies. He says He cares far more for us, than for them.”

“If your god is so powerful,” Tallea said, “why does he let them die?”

“He doesn’t,” Orick said. “He’s prepared a way so our spirits can return to Him. With Him, we will live forever. The sparrows go to Him.”

“If they go to him when they die, then why should he weep?”

“Because,” Orick said, “He doesn’t weep because they’re dead, He weeps because of the pain they must pass through to reach Him.”

Tallea asked, “Then we must wait for death, in order to be happy?”

“No,” Orick said. “Our spirits can go to Him now. Our spirits can mingle with His.”

“If this would make us happy, and if he loves us, then he should just do it.”

Tallea could not hide the desolation she felt. Her voice cracked. She wanted happiness. She wanted it so much, she was willing to do just about anything to get it. Orick could tell.

“You wouldn’t break into the house of a friend, would you?” Orick asked. When Tallea shook her head, he said, “God will not force Himself on you. When He sends His spirit, He does so only by your invitation, and only when you are prepared to receive Him.”

So it began. Tallea seemed eager to hear his words. Orick had always loved her, he freely admitted, but he also loved God. Perhaps her desire to learn of God came only from jealousy, her desire to check out her competition. Perhaps she was curious because she did crave happiness; Orick could honestly claim to have found a measure of it.

So it was that Orick, Missionary to the Cosmos, began teaching the woman he hoped would become his first convert.

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