Timeweb Trilogy Omnibus (138 page)

Flying as high as he could in the huge dome, Woldn rejoined thousands of his followers there, and hovered between his two war priests. “Our telepathic weapons are not strong enough to deal with them,” Woldn said to them, keeping his voice low.

“Not like before,” Yurtii said. “We aren’t ready for a big fight yet.”

“We told you not to come here,” Vorlik said.

“Don’t lecture me!”

Vorlik glowered down at the Adurians who were looking up at them and pointing. Then he said, “Maybe we should concentrate our energy and knock a few of them down, as a display of power.”

“I don’t think so,” Woldn said. “That could only provoke them to extreme violence, and we don’t want that.”

* * * * *

Unknown to the frustrated, enraged Parviis, the Adurians in the chamber had been discussing their own involvement in the HibAdu Coalition, a military organization that was totally unknown to Woldn or his minions. Overseeing the meeting from their tintplax private boxes around the chamber, the HibAdu triumvirate—Coreq, Enver, and Tarix—had been surprised at the ease of entry by the Parvii swarm, and by their contention that an ancient relationship existed between Parviis and Adurians.

Any ancient relationship between these races, if it ever existed, had been lost in the dusty archives of history. Nonetheless, seeing the potential value of the Parviis to the HibAdu cause—as spies or as swarms to capture natural podships—the triumvirate ordered the Adurian scientists to investigate Woldn’s claim.…

Chapter Thirty-Seven

How do we measure the accomplishments of our lives? By this do we measure our happiness, or our despair.

—Anton Glavine,
Reflections

At his palatial military headquarters on Siriki, Noah was at times put off by the grandiosity around him. Knowing that some people lived quite primitively in the back country on this world, it seemed strange to him that anyone could live this way, in such contrasting fashion. He’d observed similar disparities on other merchant prince planets, of course, but never had he seen any royal residence more spectacular than the Golden Palace.

By all accounts, though (including his own personal observation), Princess Meghina seemed to be a good person, and caring in her own way. She’d tried to help Noah in the past, and at her private zoo she kept rescued animals that had previously been at risk, and some endangered as species. There were even a number of animals here from Lost Earth and other planets that no longer existed.

In all, Noah could not say with any certainty that the famous courtesan was profligate or selfish. Certainly, the rumors of her extravagant monetary demands on the former doge had seemed to be of that nature, since she constantly sought to have new additions put on the palace. And this afternoon, as Noah walked through the south wing of the structure and made his way out to the manicured grounds, he found plenty of evidence of construction activities—work that had been halted when the HibAdus made their presence known. But he suspected that much of that had been for show, because it was expected of her, and that she had not sought to improve her image by publicizing her worthwhile activities.

Beyond a stand of Sirikan elms, he barely saw one of the conventional fences of her large zoo, and a giraffe reaching up to eat something from a tree. From that direction, he also heard simian-like jungle sounds, and the loud chattering of birds.

In recent days, some of the palace contractors had begun filtering back to the security gates, asking if they could resume their work. Subi Danvar had accepted some of them, after running them through checks and tests, confirming their loyalty. He had also coordinated the talents of those who passed his rigid screening process, focusing their labors toward military installations instead of what they’d been doing previously. Now they were armoring buildings, improving underground bunkers, and setting up layers of defense.

Trying to be an optimist, Noah wanted to think the best about Princess Meghina, and now he worried about her welfare. According to intelligence reports, she and the other five “immortals” who had benefited from Francella’s Elixir of Life had been on the space station that he’d seen making wild trips through space. The last time he saw the station, it appeared to be seriously damaged, making him wonder if anyone could have possibly survived such tremendous perils, or if anyone remained onboard.

He scowled, remembering an APB nehrcom report that sat on his desk concerning the Salducian diplomat in her group of immortals, Kobi Akar. A woman had filed a formal charge that he’d molested her twelve-year old daughter. According to her claim, the crime occurred on the space station, while it orbited Canopa. The woman had been a kitchen employee of Doge Lorenzo’s gambling casino, living there in servant’s quarters with the girl. If the charge against the Salducian was true, and he was still alive, Noah hoped justice could still be served on him.

* * * * *

On distant Yaree, crowds gathered around the main hospital, awaiting word on the remarkable visitors. This was a melting pot world, so a wide variety of races mingled together in the street and blocked traffic, even Humans and fleshy Mutatis standing side by side. Here, the races generally got along quite well. There were exceptions, fights and murders involving personality disputes and crimes, but usually they had nothing to do with race.

Like gods who lost their ability to fly, the visitors had fallen from the sky three nights ago. Sirens screaming and lights flashing, emergency vehicles had rushed to the various sites of impact. Medical crews had recovered the horribly broken bodies—all of which had remained remarkably intact, despite the great heights from which they had fallen. That had been one of the first oddities that anyone noticed. But there had been more to come.

At first, they had all appeared to be dead, and had been taken to the morgue. Then, in spectacular fashion, all six of them had come back to life on the slabs. Looking more dead than alive, they had sat up one by one like zombies, and looked around. Impossibly, the corpses then began to shamble around the morgue and to reshape their appearances, repairing broken bones, facial damage, and grievous head wounds. Cameras recorded much of it, and millions of Yareens had seen it on holocasts.

Hospital gowns soon replaced the victims’ own clothing, and gradually their wounds had begun to heal even more. Word had it that their improvements had little or nothing to do with medical attention. Rather, it was something that came from inside their bodies, from their cellular structure. Four of the “space people,” as they were being called, seemed to be Human, while one was a Salducian. Yet another—a blonde female—appeared to be Human, but had bled Mutati purple. That, along with the fact that there were six members of the group, gave the authorities clues and suspicions about their identities, and some of the populace arrived at the same conclusion.

In the crowd, names were murmured, and one in particular. “Princess Meghina of Siriki … Could it possibly be her? The name of Noah Watanabe was also mentioned as a possibility, since he was rumored to have achieved immortality, though perhaps in a slightly different fashion from the others. But if Noah was one of them, there should be seven, not six.

Beneath a warm midday sun, a hospital spokesman stood at the top of the main entrance stairway, preparing to address the tightly packed crowd. A rotund Kichi man with a thick white beard, he adjusted a microphone on his lapel, cleared his throat.

“I am pleased to report that all six of the patients are recovering well. They are eating and walking normally, and almost all of their injuries have healed.” He paused. “It is as many of us suspected. These are the people who consumed a wondrous elixir that made them virtually indestructible. One of them is indeed Princess Meghina of Siriki.”

“And Noah Watanabe?” someone shouted.

“He is not among them. One of the Humans in the group, however, confirmed something we have heard in the past—that Noah’s blood runs in their veins, from the elixir they consumed. An elixir that was prepared from his own blood.”

The crowd murmured. Truly, no one on the planet had ever received visitors of this nature. This would be written of in the history holos for centuries to come.

* * * * *

The government of Yaree was fiercely independent and militaristic. The people were also insular and xenophobic despite their racial mixture, identifying themselves as Yareens above anything else. They did not trust outsiders, or outside cultures. The HibAdus, apparently knowing how tough they were, had not even tried to attack them. In an out-of-the-way sector of the galaxy, Yaree was also virtually off the MPA and Mutati Kingdom radar screens.

The Prime Leader of the planet, Wan Haqro, had remembered meeting Princess Meghina during her earlier visit with a trade delegation. This time, the tall Ilkian man greeted her in the austere sitting room outside her hospital room. “I have arranged for you to leave immediately,” he told her, after refusing her invitation to sit and speak with her.

“I do not wish to leave yet,” she said, rising to her feet. She wore an elegant green brocade dress now, which had been brought to her. “There are matters to attend to on the space station.” She nodded toward the ceiling, indicating the general direction of the damaged orbiter.

“We will tend to all of that,” Haqro said, tersely. “You will depart tomorrow.”

Her voice became chilly. “Headed where? By what manner of transport?”

“To your homeworld, Siriki. I do this as a courtesy.”

Hearing the destination, she arched her eyebrows in surprise.

“It is quite simple to get you there, really, “ he said. “We have a number of laboratory-produced podships that we purchased from an Adurian on the black market, and we are using them to run our own trade routes. You have heard of the war, of course?”

“Of course. Humans and Mutatis have been each other’s throats for a long time.”

“I do not speak of that. From what I understand, you may have been out of the information loop for a good while. While you were away, a secret alliance of Hibbils and Adurians attacked all Human and Mutati worlds, and conquered the vast majority of them. Only Siriki and one other planet remain in the Merchant Prince Alliance, while the Mutati Kingdom has a single remaining planet.”

“My God!” she said.

“To counter the aggression, your merchant princes have formed an alliance with Mutatis and with Tulyans.”

“This is indeed surprising. You are aligned with our enemies, then? The Adurians?”

“Certainly not. We are neutral, and will trade with anyone. It is only because of a business relationship that I return you to Siriki on an Adurian-made ship.”

“If what you say is true, I must leave immediately.”

“It is already arranged, my Lady.” The Ilkian bowed stiffly, and left.

* * * * *

In a matter of hours, Princess Meghina and her five companions stepped off a Yareen lab-pod, onto Sirikan soil. Moments before, there had been a tense stand-off in the skies over Siriki, when the podship entered its airspace. Fortunately, the Yareen pilot had state-of-the-art communications equipment aboard, and with it he identified the passengers, and the purpose of the arrival.

For a few moments, Meghina and the other immortals had wondered if they would have to arrive there the same way they set down on Yaree, falling out of the sky. But that had proved unnecessary, and all had gone well in the landing. Now, looking up, she saw that the lab-pod was being blocked from takeoff by military craft that hovered overhead.

A throng of officers and soldiers, in both MPA and Guardian uniforms, stood waiting for her on the landing pad. As Meghina reached the bottom of the egress ramp, soldiers rushed past her and boarded the lab-pod.

“See here!” the Yareen pilot exclaimed as he was led out of the ship. “You can’t treat me in this manner.” He and a dozen other Yareen citizens of varying races were taken into custody.

From the midst of officers on the landing pad, Noah Watanabe marched forward, in a green-and-brown Guardian uniform. “Hold them for questioning,” he ordered, “and take this ship in for analysis.”

Coming face to face with Meghina, he said, “Welcome home, Princess.”

“Thank you.”

“We found it necessary to commandeer your palace for our headquarters. You will note other changes as well.”

“I have heard about the war. I am here to help.”

“Good.” He looked past her. Seeing a Salducian among those who had disembarked from the lab-pod, he pointed to him and asked, “Is that Kobi Akar?”

“It is.”

“Then I will have to place him under arrest.”

She raised her eyebrows. “For what?”

Noah told her, and as he spoke, her face darkened. “I’ve wondered about him,” she said. “Very well. But who shall judge him?”

“It is a Canopan charge. I suspect that they will want him to be brought back on the next military flight.”

She nodded. “I see.”

Speaking to an aide, Noah ordered the diplomat’s arrest, than stood with Meghina and watched while it was carried out. As he was being taken into custody, the Salducian shouted protestations and threats of political repercussions. Finally two MPA soldiers gained control over him, and led him away.

As Noah walked with Meghina toward a waiting hovercar, he said, “There are other serious problems, Princess. This morning, we received a report of a mountaintop breaking off and disappearing into space in a green flash of light.”

“From Siriki?” she asked, her voice alarmed.

“Unfortunately, yes, and we’re getting emergency nehrcom messages about bizarre events on Canopa as well. On both planets, land is breaking off and disappearing—a mountaintop here, a peninsula there, an island.… Some scientists and curious citizens who went to investigate have disappeared, too, or have reported seeing green flashes as huge chunks of dirt and rock vanish. In deep oceans and lakes, more disturbances are occurring … and water levels are fluctuating wildly.” He paused, and his breath came in shallow bursts, as if he were running from something, at least in his mind. “So far on Siriki, this is only happening in remote regions, but we are on the alert here as well.”