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the craft the Kolnari had fused. Amos began to feel less despondent, though half of him resisted.
people through the on-coming winter," Agrum went on, "using whatever shelters your culture prefers..."
course," Fusto half-interrupted, "but orbital staff is not considered by Central Worlds Authority to com- promise indigenous integrity..." "If you wish, you may request additional colonials of your own persuasion..." from Nilsdotter. Amos turned from one speaker to the other, half dazed. "Give the kid a break," Simeon said suddenly. "Why don't you let him read the reports so he knows what you're talking about, huh?"
said defensively. "Then let it be so," Admiral Questar-Benn said, smil- ing encouragingly at Amos as she handed him several disk files and led him to another room where he could digest the information in private. "Not over until it's over," the Admiral remarked to THE CTTY WHO FOUGHT 423 the commodore as they watched the sometimes con- tentious delegation leave their quarters. "And it's never over," Tellin-Makie replied, pouring them both snifters of brandy in the flag quarters. "I didn't have the heart to remind them that those aren't the only bunch of Kolnari running around loose." "And if you leave a pair, they breed up again," she said wearily. "They know that. Which is the reason I suspect we'll have Simeon and the others on die rolls in a couple of years. The Kolnari will be a menace as long as two of them are left alive."
said, taking a sip. "Dam" cockroaches." Another sigh. "Maybe this little atrocity will get us some resources."
to these particular atrocities," Tellin-Makie said, "then we can go back to peeing on bonfires. It's not as if they were the only serious problem, either." "Would that it were so. Would that it were so, my friend." She looked at the screen, which showed an exterior view of SSS-900-C. Repair servos and suited figures were already working on some of the more urgent damage, though it would be a generation before the devastation was fully repaired. She made a mental note to have En- gineering help out while the task force was on station here. "All in all, though, I'm glad we don't have their problems, poor heroic sods," she said. "Amen." "Yes, yes," Joseph said eagerly when Amos finished telling him of the help promised by SPRIM and MM, up to and including a Brain Planetary manager to replace Guiyon. "Wemustreturnasquicklyaspossible." "Yes, you and Rachel must" "Rachel and I?" Joseph repeated, staring in sudden alarm at Amos. 424 ArmeMcCajfiq& SJtf. Stirling "Yes, because there is much to organize on the ground before we may accept the beneficence..." "But it is you, Amos ben Sierra Nuevo, who must return!" Joseph's face was stricken. "Itisyour duty. Our world is but a lake of mourning. They need^ow. They need a heroNand their Prophet" Amos paced, hands behind his back, clenching and unclenching, up and down the floor of his room in Simeon's quarters.
ping in front of his friend, "but if I am a hero, then so are you!"
right hand, and proud to be so. Your friend, and prouder still of that But you are the prophet, the hero, the one the people follow." Amos took him by the shoulders. "You are my brother, as truly as if the same mother bore us." Joseph blinked as Amos drew him into the double cheek-touch of close kin to emphasize his words. "And it is you who will return while I deal with these infidels and make certain that what charity they would foist on us will not weaken our people but allow them to become strong in such ways that no other scavenger can ever catch us unawares." Who saves the saved from the savior he thought "And I ... I wonder," Amos went on aloud. I wonder if it is good, that the new leader is of the old Prophet's line N may God smile on him! Too many generations have the people followed the old families." He winced. "And followed them to ruin."
ly. The more so if you doubted yourself less, he added to himself. "You have shown your strengths as a self- thinker, a defender of his planet, a guileful strategist..." "History does not show many battle-leaders who had the same talent for being peace-leaders!" THE CITY WHO FOUGHT 425 "But you are of a peaceful nature until roused to defend what you hold dear," Joseph said, "even as you have seen your duty now to protect us against those who wish to protect us!" Joseph turned sternly grim now. "It is the blind face of Channa dt hides your way."
his face away, his shoulders sagging in acknow- ledgement.
our very lives, owe a debt of gratitude. If, in this one instance, duty and honor are both served, let me serve it." Amos sighed deeply, torn between love and duty. "Are Simeon, Joat and Channa to be merely a chapter of my life because fourteen generations ago the Prophet fathered my many-times great granddather? We saw on Bethel what comes of that" "Yes, Amos, in all truth we did. And you are right to wish to be indebted to all," and Joseph laid a subtle emphasis on the word, "the stationers even though the need for your special role is now over." "Yes, that is over. In its place, I must assume several roles and do each well in all honor." Then he gave the younger man a sudden smile, the sort that had always drawn the required response from any recipient "And I give Rachel the chance to restore honor to her name."
Amos had given him. "What do you mean?" "She was, after all, trained as an infosystems administrator. It is her duty to assist you in calling our people from their hiding places, to organize the reports that I must receive to know what is most needed. With you two side by side N that is what you wish, is it not, Joseph? Rachel by your side?" The younger man laughed and blushed, which seemed to embarrass him more. "You know it is what I wish but, Amos, do not blame her for what she did." 426 ArmtMcCaffrty&SM. Stating "I do not," Amos lied stoutly, "but she will need to redeem herself in her own eyes!" "Ah, yes," said Joseph with a sigh. "She is anxious to do that. She talks to me about it," he went on in a softer voice. "She talks of you but she aldb talks of you to me."
insist on making me wear the mantel of a leader, then I have issued an order to you. But think also of what I have told you, brother hero. You return to Bethel as my brother and my equal, not my retainerNnot even first among my retainers. The time forthoae petty protocolsis past" "I go," Joseph said. He turned on the threshold. "And you, too, have earned a litde happiness, I think. God willing, may you find it!"
quarters, pointing out that there was nothing else Chaundra or his staff could do for her in sickbay.
I know my way around. Simeon can remind me where I put things so I can find what I need. Only time will make a difference now." Once Simeon had angled the chair float beside her satin-draped bed, she lay down, not seeing, not speak- ing, absorbing the most recent events. Not that she wasn't overwhelmingly relieved that Seld had been granted a reprieve. But there were so many decisions to be made, hanging in the air, over her head, where she could feel them, even if she couldn't see them. She could feel a trickle down her cheek and, with a gesture she hoped masked the real reason, she blotted the cheek on the gray satin cover. "Penny for your thoughts?" Because Simeon had picked exacdy the appropriate light tone, she gave him a wan smile though she wondered how he had noticed such a small thing as a tear
It's enough to give you a headache." "D'you have one?" Instant concern colored his voice. "No, no," she said, shaking her head on the pillow. "Look, Channa, youlwfl be all right," he said in the firm tone one uses when one is hoping against hope one's statement is correct.
her manners. "Yes, I'm sure I will." Her voice was tight "I've scanned every report I could find on this kind of temporary blindness, Channa," he went, infusing his voice with confidence. I'd give anything to be able to hold you in arms and comfort you but all I've got is voice con- tact. Talk to me, Channa. "Worse scenario and you'll still see N through my sensors. Remember that, Channa. And I see real good and wherever I need to!"
words in a rather shrill voice. "Simeon, spare me the... Could you do that for me?"
you knew that You've been using my senses for the last two weeks!"
crossed her lips. "So I have, haven't I?" she said in a broken voice. After a moment's silence, she added in a contrite voice, "I owe you, and everyone else an apol- ogy, for acting like a self-pitying wuss!"
make."
"Oh, that? I wouldn't know how to answer smartly if you didn't Don't break that habit, Charma-mine." Her smile was stronger. "Then I certainly won't" "Because you like the challenge, don't you? And, by and large, I'm good company." "And so modest" "So witty and intelligent," he reminded her. 428 Anne McCaffrey & SM. Slitting THE CITY WHO FOUGHT 429 "And so handsome." "Do you really think so?" "Oh yes," she said, "I especially like your dueling scar, that's a nice touch." "Thank you," he said, gratified. ""Sfeu're the first per- son who's ever mentioned it I've been waiting for years for someone to ask about it. Sometimes people think it's dirt on the projector lens." She grinned. "It goes well with the baseball cap." He paused a moment, unsure, "Um..." "No, really," she assured ftim, "That projection's a perfect portrait of your personality. It's not based on a chromosomal extrapolation, is it?"
I want to be. I'd have hated it if an extrap of me came out with a receding chin and a big nose, so 1 never tried to find out. I'm Simeon, the self-created!" "Wise," she agreed, "very wise." The door opened and Amos stood on the threshold. "Channa!" he cried out in a passionate voice. She sat bolt upright on the bed, her lips parted in surprise. "I thought you'd left." He rushed to her side and drew her into his arms. "How can I leave you like this?" he said, stroking her hair. Simeon cursed under his breath. Leave it to Amos to undo all his hard work. Just when fve got her cheered up and back to something near hernffrnudNforherNframe of mmd.
forward to kiss him, smiling because she had caught the corner of his mouth and was working her way into a position that satisfied her. When the long kiss ended, Amos said with a sigh, "You want me!" No, you ass! She wants a double malt and a ticket to "Death in the Twenty-First." Would that I had hands, Oh Amos ben Sierra Nueva, to clout you up alongside the head with.
at her, the smile of a man who believes he can accomplish anything, a smile that proclaimed the beai^r to be the recipient of a miracle. " I came to ask you to come with me," he said, laughing. "You did?" she said ina dreamy tone. They kissed again, more deeply, Channa burrowed deeper into his embrace, sighing like someone relieved of a pain they did not know they suffered. "I love you, Channa," he said. "I love you, Simeon," she murmured. Amos stiffened. Channa raised her blind face to his and whispered huskily again. "I love you."
turned her head from side to side. "Amos? What is it? Is someone here?"
Puzzled, Channa reached out blindly with one hand, the other resting on Amos's chest. "There's no one here but us. What are you talking about?" "Simeon," he said the name with a hiss. "For whom you have just declared your love." Her face altered abruptly fromjoy to chagrin. "I... I..." shebegan in confusion. "A gentleman of the Sierra Nueva does not intrude. I am in the way," Amos said, flinging off her hands and jumping to his feet. "I will leave you alone together." And he was gone. Channa swung her legs from the bed and lunged after him. She moved with unexpected speed and before Simeon could warn her, she crashed into the wall, just beside the door. Weeping, she stepped to the right point and the door opened for her.
opened the outside door but she paused on the threshold to get her bearings and heard, all too dearly, the elevator's dosing. 430 Arme McCaffrey &f SM. Staling THE Crry WHO FOUGHT 431 "Amos! Don't go!" she cried, and heard it engage. She stood leaning her head against the metal, sobbing gently, tears soaking the adhesive synthetic of her bandages. Inside the descending lift, j4teios leaned his head against the wall, Channa's desperate voice echoing in his mind. Almost, but not quite louder than her whisper N "I love you, Simeon." "Where do think you're going?" Simeon asked him. He straightened and gritted his teeth. "To the docks," he said crisply. "I>must return to Bethel!"
between Bethel and SPRIM and MM? Who saves the saved from the savior?"
back at him from Simeon. "Someone has to handle them," Simeon continued. "Rachel can. She's a trained infosystems spe..." "Rachel!" Simeon roared in surprise. "She wouldn't know how to handle them. They'd twist her up into lit- tle knots. Not that she isn't twisted right now." "They say they cannot interfere..." "They say, they say," Simeon chanted back at him. "Use your wits, Amos, and don't suggest Joseph. He's the guy you need on the planet, coaxing your people out of whatever lairs they've hidden in. No, you're the only one who can be johnny-on-the-spot here!"
ing tone. "You have no right to interfere either ..." Only then did Amos notice that the elevator had stopped moving. He crossed his arms. "So, do you mean to hold me prisoner here until Joseph, Rachel and the others have left?" "Emotionally you've been a prisoner since you got here. Why do think I went to so much trouble to get SPRIM and MM involved with Bethel?"
than you ever do. You've got to be here..." Outrage, indignation, disgust and fury raced unchecked across Amos' fece. "So? You admit it "Huh?" "You admit that you only wish to make of me a sex toy," Amos cried passionately, "a surrogate for yourself with Channa!"
fines of the small chamber. "You are bughouse! Which is probably why it's such an interesting idea," he added in a reasonable, half-amused tone, "but you said it, I didn't. However, it's not on my behalf you've got to be here. It's Channa's. She really is in love with you, Amos. Can't you get that through your arrogant to-the-manor-born head?" "Loves me? Loves me? Then why does she embrace me and say, I love you, Simeon?" "And, of course, she hasn't been calling you Simeon- Amos for the past intense two weeks, has she?" "BanchutT Amos smacked his forehead with the fiat of his palm, his expression one of utter dismay. "It sure wasn't me, or my holo, or even the shell of me she was kissing just now! Cut her a litde slack. She's been blinded, dammit! She's scared, she's exhausted, she's under pressure. Don't cut the heart out of her for a slip of the Up!"
ing about him to find a target for his frustration and wrath. "Yes, I love her. Just as much as you do. No, probably a lot more. And yes, she's in love with me a little, and I treasure that But I can't touch her, Amos. I can't hold her no matter how much I would like to. What are you wor- rying about?
Amos heard the sound of his angry jealous words echo back at him. "I think that she would Hke to close her eyes and hear your voice whisper to her as I make love to her. I will not be that fantasy for her, no$for you."
dirty-minded, fat-headed, parochial, small-minded, jealous hunk of pig fat. Just let me give you a taste of what she's going through and you stalking off and leav- ing her alone with it."
was plunged into pitch blackness; just long enough to reach the stage of imagining lights and colors to con- sole himself. The human eye is not meant for complete darkness. Even on an overcast night with eyes dosed there is some ambient light The darkness and motion were disorienting. And frightening, the Bethelite admitted to himself. "Stop it" Amos said calmly, but firmly. Simeon didn't answer. "Stop it, I said," a trace of unease creeping into his voice. An accident, who would doubt his word?
turn on the lights?" "Channa can't," Simeon observed. "It's possible they won't come back on and she'll have to get a prostheses, one of those devices they set into your face. Yup, things could look like this to her forever." "What do you want me to do?" Amos demanded. "I would give her my sight if 1 could." "That's a safe offer," Simeon observed contempt- uously, "she wouldn't accept such a sacrifice even if it was needed."
nearly shouting now, flapping his arms hard against his sides.
around her and hold her close. You softshells need that. I never had it so I don't miss it"
her B ut I can't. I can make sure she gets what she needs from the one person she'll accept it from. And let me tell you something, lordling, even to comfort Channa, I wouldn't want to stay a softshell. You're cripples next to usl You realize that? We have senses, abilities, that you can't even begin to imagine. But yes, in this one area, I am jealous of you. Despite that, I arranged... yes, noble being that / am... arranged for you to have to stay on this station to handle all the detaik the Bethelite leader will have. So that you could also comfort the woman we both love. There I've said it aloud! "I've done all I can, Amos," and now Simeon's voice was tinged with a helpless note. "I've been with her since she was brought to the hospital I haven't left her. When she wakes up, I wish her good morning and mine is the last voice she hears at night I'm die one who guides her safely across a room. I'm the one who tells her that what she's looking for is a litde to the right I'm the one who makes sure she gets her meals. I've put up with her bouts of temper and self-pity and I've talked her through her mo- ments of panic I'm with her constandy. But you walk into the room N at long last I might add N and it's like I've never existed. Did you see her? She lit up like a star going nova. Andyou have the gall to walk out on her!"
squinted briefly as his vision adjusted. The door opened and Channa raised her head, half- disbelieving she heard the sound of his step, the eagerness with which he approached her.
toward him. 434 AimeMcCaffrzy fc? SJVf. Staling "Ah, Channa," and Amos took her hands and pulled her into the circle of his arms. This only I may do, he thought possessively, proudly and yet, because of that brief darkness, sadly, too, because Simeon would never have this. # I'm sorry. Forgive me," he whispered, stroking her hair. Channa sobbed once and tried to apologize, the words stumbling over his, but he stopped her with a kiss. Simeon watched them enter the lounge, but decided not to follow them. This is going to be tough enough, he thought, / think I'U work up to it gradually. But wasn't it a great game I played ? "Before... 1 came to tell you that I must stay longer on the station than we had thought," Amos said. "When I must return to Bethel..."
sured Arnos as no argument from Simeon ever would, how much Channa did indeed love him.
around her lovely face. This, too, I may do that he caTtnot. "For now?" Then a return of her deep and genuine fear caught at his heart. "I must return to Bethel," he said slowly. "I have obligations there." "I have them here. I can't leave Simeon or Joat," Channa said piteously. And Amos knew that she also meant these quarters which she knew even in her blindness, and this station which was surely now as much her heart's home as Bethel was his. "Neither can I leave my people, my planet Nor do I ask such sacrifice of you," he said, using die force of his per- sonality to reassure her. He smiled down at her, thumbs caressing the velvety skin of her temples. She searched his face with her fingertips and smiled in response.
station on the business of my people and my world," he went on. "That, I may in all conscience do." A wry shrug. "If my people cannot do without their prophet now and then, then I will not have taught them well. Perhaps the day will c&ne when they need no man to stand between them and God, and I will be free to raise my horses and roses in peace." Her face lit. "And I could visit sometimes, couldn't I?" she murmured. "With Joat," Amos said, and then in a far more per- suasive and loving tone, "although it is not well for a child to be alone, without brothers and sisters..."
stance, falling formally to one knee but before he would speak. She held him upright with her hands.
your father," Amos said, rising and drawing her close. "But Simeon will do."
to Simeon on my own behalf." "We will then both address Simeon the Father. But," Amos said in her ear, after a time. "There is one condi- tion."
head back and nodded solemnly. He touched her chin gently. "You may, however," he went on, wishing for once that Simeon was listening, "call me Persephone." EPILOGUE The chills were less now, and the survivors recovering, although a quarter of the crew had died of the fever and more gone mad.
paroxysm as he fay in the darkened bridge, while the Dreadful Bride fled outward all alone. "Someday," he whispered. THEEND Yüklə 2,81 Mb. Dostları ilə paylaş:
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