"Okay, I'm a Sondee mud-puppy eavesdropper and
data-banditNso listen to what they're saying, will you?"
Seld blinked and did so. "Holy shit," he whispered.
"We are going to be attacked by pirates." His eyes lit.
"Hey, Joat, this is like a holo."
Joat kicked him.
"What did you do that for?" he demanded,
outraged.
"Because I like you, fool," she said.
"You do?" he said, straightening up and then winc-
ing. "Hell of a way to show it, ferdler."
"Fardler yourself. This ain't no holo, Seld. Those
pirates, those Kolnari, are for real. Half the outies on
that ship that nearly dipped the station were dead, osco.
That's d-e-a-d, dead, finished, off to the big tax-haven
in the afterglow, dead. This is major criminal we're talk-
ing, Seld. Like, we could get seriously fardled up N
you, me, Simeon, Channa, your dad."
"Yeah," Seld said, in a small voice, looking totally
scared. "But what can we do?" That word came wob-
bling out as Seld tried not to show Joat how tightened
he really was.
"Come close and listen to momma," she said.
"Simeon has some ideas. I got more."
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Rachel bint Damscus sat and shivered on the edge of
the bed. There was nothing under it. Not even legs to
hold it up, just some sort of field mechanism, yet it did
not move. She shivered again, looking down at the pill
in her hand. The strange dark man1 they called Doctor
Chaundra had given it to her, saving that it would
make her feel better. She didn't want to feel better. She
wanted to feel pain, because pain told her she was still
alive.
Her eyes flicked around the little cubicle. There was
a sink in the corner. She darted to it and threw the pill
down the drain, scrabbling at the unfamiliar controls
until a gush of water followed it. Then she scrambled
back to the bed, humiliatingly conscious of how the
thin hospital gown revealed her body. Conscious also
of the emotions roiling beneath the surface of her
mind, like great boulders grinding and moving in the
dark....
/ wish I was home, she thought desolately. But home
was gone, further than all the light-years between this
accursed place and the sun Saffron. Home had been in
Keriss... Keriss was poisoned dust floating in Bethel's
skies. Mother, she thought, father. Little sister Delilah.
Most of the other Bethelites who escaped had been
from the Sierra Nueva lands. Amos' family had been
direct descendants of the Prophet, members of the
Synod of Patriarchs for twenty generations. They had
owned the city of Elkbre outright and tens of
thousands of square kilometers around it. And they
had always been an enlightened family, as much as any,
more than most. Hence, the Second Revelation had
spread widely there. Rachel had come to it late. After I
heard Amos speak, she thought, burying her face in her
hands. He was like the Prophet come again. A new voice,
sweeping away the intolerable stuffy load of conven-
tion. And he is so beautiftd....
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The partition door opened. Joseph came through
first, one hand under the flap of his jacket as was his
custom- Amos followed, and Rachel flung herself for-
ward into his arms, gripping him fiercely. It was a
moment before she felt the awkwardness with which
he pattediier back. Site withdrew, clutching at the
gown. That only emphasized its skimpiness, and she
flushed deeply, looking down at the floor.
"Pardon, excellent sir," she said.
He made a dismissive gesture. "No need to be for-
mal, Rachel," hesaid. "You are well?"
"Relieved," she said. "They would only say that you
would return, but not where you had been taken or
why. Where have you been?" She raised her eyes
anxiously to his fece.
He hesitated for a moment 'Joseph and I have been
meeting with the station managers. We have arranged a
funeral service for those who died on our journey here.
She turned aside to spare his embarrassment. "They
are not to be trusted."
"What do you mean, Rachel?" His tone was
apprehensive but also stern.
"Nothing, yet," she said sullenly, hanging her head.
Then she grasped his wrist painfully tight, meeting his
eyes earnestly. "But who knows? They are mezamerin."
Strangers. In the ancient liturgical language, infidel.
"Rachel, do not start parroting the Elders at this late
date," Joseph said in exasperation. More gently, he put a
hand on her shoulder. "Did you take the medication?"
"Yes," she said brusquely, shrugging off bis hand.
Then she turned to Amos with a sigh. "I am sorry,
Excell...Amos."
The memory swept over her again: the crowded
chamber and the sickly-sweet taste at the back of her
mouth as the coldsleep injection took effect
"I... thought I had died, when I woke here," she
said. "My father... did I tell you?"
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"No," Amos said, taking her hand. His large dark-
blue eyes held a sudden compassion. "He cursed you?"
"Yes. When I left home to follow you, he put the
Patriarch's curse upon me: hell, and miserable rebirth,
and damnation again, forever."
Amos blanched slighdy for, though his father had
been disappointed in his son, even appalled by his son's
apostasy, he had not uttered th^-curse. Perhaps that
would have come about had his father not died during
Amos' early teens. If I had been cursed? Perhaps that was
why I, fatherless, could become the leader of the Second Revela-
tion, he thought. What courage my followers had, to dare the
curse for me!
"I thought I was damned indeed," she whispered.
"Since I awoke ... I... I really do not feel myself,
Amos."
"It is to be expected," he said, patting her cheek.
"You will feel better soon."
"And did you tell them of what follows us?" she
asked, blurting out the words since his touch had given
her the courage to speak them. "Have they defenses?"
Joseph had been brooding, facing slightly away.
Now he laughed bitterly. "Defenses? These people are
as open as a canal-side harlot"
Rachel drew a shocked breath.
"You forget yourself, Joseph," Amos said as Rachel
drew closer to his side, an instinctive move toward his
protection. "There is a lady present."
The shorter man bowed. "Apologies, Excellent Sir,"
he replied stiffly. A deeper bow." My lady."
"I cast your own words back, my brother N do not
imitate the Elders," Amos said. Unnoticed, Rachel
stiffened.
"Is it true?" she said. "They have no defenses?"
Amos nodded, his mouth drawn into a line. "Yes.
These are peaceful people, as we were. Fortunately,
they are in communication with the Navy of the
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Central Worlds. Unfortunately, the Kolnari will be
here before that help arrives."
Rachel gasped. "How can we flee Scorn here?"
"We cannot," Amos replied, shrugging away the
chance of flight. "There are ships, but they are small
and have no facilities f&r passengers. Children, those
with child, and the infirm are to be evacuated. The rest
of us must remain here and seek to delay the enemy."
They will know us!" she said in a trembling voice.
Joseph shook his head. "I think not, Lady bint
Damscus," he said formally. "Not in this place, and
among such as inhabit it. Already we have seen more
races of men than I knew existed outside legend. Some
very different customs," he pulled his mouth down in
disapproval, "and non-men as well."
Rachel's eyes went wide. The most cogent incentive
for the Exodus to Bethel had been the Prophet's deter-
mination not to pollute the pure blood by congress
with non-humans. Nonhuman intelligence was the
creation of Shaithen, whether flesh or machine.
Joseph made a soothing gesture. "They are not
rulers here. Still, among so many and so various, our
handful will disappear and not be remarked by the
Kolnari for what we are. The fiends must believe that
they strike without warning, that no help will be called
to this station. So they will wait, thinking to feast at their
ease. Then the warships will come, to rescue us N and
return us to our poor Bethel."
"Yes," she said, thoughtfully. "I had not thought of
... returning."
"In a sense," Amos began, and her eyes snapped back
to him with a fixed attention, "we have won the war. Now
we must try to survive it Please, Rachel my sister, would
you go among the other women and children? They are
awakening, and will be lost and frightened. Prepare
those who are eligible to leave here."
MI obey, Amos." She looked around, realizing that
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she could not go even among women and children of
her own people in what she wore.
Joseph opened one of the closets and handed her a
large, shapeless robe. Rachel nodded a distant thanks
before she donned it and left, thej|ull folds sweeping
behind her.
"We have something we shares-she and I," Joseph
said bitterly, throwing himself down in his float chair.
Even his solid bulk did not make it bob on its support-
ing field. Amos noted the feet and filed it
7 must make a quick review^he thought. Find what tech-
nologies have arisen during our isolation on Bethel. Whatever
supports the chaircould be altered to support otherheavyweights.
"What do you share?" he asked the other man.
"We both aspire above our stations, she and I,"
Joseph replied.
Amos blinked in surprise. "Oh," he said after a
moment. "Sits the wind so? I had thought her merely
devoted to the cause."
"So she is, but that is not the whole story."
"Even if we followed the old customs, I would not
take her even as a second wife," he said with a dismis-
sive shrug. "Since I have not even a first, speculation is
useless." Then he raised one eyebrow. "You have not
pressed your suit?"
"Was there time?" Joseph asked rhetorically. Then
he sighed. "Amos, could you see me going to her father
for permission? Bastard son of a whore and a docksidepimp
he would have called me, whether he had disowned
her or no N and it would be no more than the truth."
Amos laughed grimly and thumped his follower on
the shoulder. "Joseph, my brother, you are a bold man
who has saved my life more than once. But there are
times when you allow your birth to blind you as much
as any hidebound Elder."
At Joseph's puzzled look, he continued. "Joseph,
where did Rachel's father live?"
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"KerissNah! I see."
"Where did the Elders live, for the most part?"
"Keriss N and those that did not, they were in the
city for the council meeting," Joseph said. "You have
had rime to think,_eh?"
"It is necessary tfiatsomeone do so," Amos said. "We
of the Second Revelation were planning to leave, to
escape the bonds-of customs gone sterile in their
changelessness, Joseph. When N ifN we return to
Bethel with the Space Navy at our backs, very litde will
remain unchanged after what the Kolnari have done.
God has given us a sharp lesson. If we ignore the
universe, the universe will not necessarily ignore us.
And on Bethel... the last shall be first, and the first,
last; that at the very least.
"Furthermore," he went on, with a man-to-man
grin, "I now stand in her father's place, in law. I hereby
formally give you leave to press your suit, and for the
marriage portion, I will dower her with the Gazelle
Rancho at Twin Springs."
Joseph's laughter matched his leader's. "I may press,
but I doubt she notices my existence," he said. "Con-
sent may be as far away as the Rancho." A pause.
"Although that is where I would take her to live, if we
were wed and our cause victorious. She is stronger
than she suspects, I think N but her liking for the new
ways you preach is of the head, not here." He touched
his heart. "As lady of an estate, there would she be
happy. She would not thrive among strangers."
CHAPTER
TJN
"Detection. Ship track."
Belazir t'Marid looked up from his crash couch
wjiere he had been rerunning a tactical manual on the
screen.
"What signature?" he said.
"Ion track, very feint," Baila said. "Could have been
weeks ago."
Belazir ran his hand through the long blond mane of
his hair and cursed inwardly. The second m two days, he
thought They were getting into well-traveled space,
despite the feet that their data showed little or no setde-
ment in this area. The centuries-old Grand Survey
reports listed no inhabitable planets, although there
was a nebula with potentially valuable minerals. There
must be a regular traffic now, perhaps habitats or small
space colonies. Dangerous, very dangerous.
A time would come when the Kolnari would not
have to skulk around the fringes of known space,
hiding like scavengers. But that time was not yet
"Reduce speed," he said. "Pulse message to the con-
sort ships. Keep formation on new vector." Trjat form of
communication was so short-range that it was undetec-
table. "Anything more on the subspace monitors?"
"Plenty of nearby traffic, but mostly encrypted," the
intelligence officer said. Belazir nodded. Perfect codes
were an old phenomenon, available to anyone with
decent computers.
"And the prey?" he asked.
Baila shrugged. As she was almost as well-born as
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Belazir, he decided to let the informality pass
unreprimanded. Also, she was daughter to a staff
officer of Chalki/s.
"The track is firm'and hot," the woman said. "We
gain, at an increasing rate. Signs of deterioration, as
one would exjSerffrom old engines heavily stressed N
sublimated particles from exterior drive-coils and cool-
ing vanes. She cannot survive much longer."
"Much longer, much longer! You've been saying that
for days!" Belazir snarled, starting half-erect. The
junior officer's eyes dropped before the captain's lion
stare. Belazir sank back, satisfied that deference had
been restored.
"Transmit to all vessels," he went on. "Maximum
alertness. We strike hard and then we run. Plasma tells
no tales."
"Dad, I'm not going," Seld Chaundra flatly told his
fether.
The head of SSS-900-C's medical department looked
up in surprise. For a moment, he tried to fit the words into
a context that made sense as his hands continued auto-
matically packing a carry-all for his son's trip. Then he
shook his head. He was very tired. Since the
announcement was made two days ago, there had been
absolute chaos in the station. Literal chaos in some
instances, and sickbay was full of injuries, everything from
carelessness through flare-ups to attempted suicide.
"Do not make troubles now, son," he said. "There is
too much to be doing."
"I'mnot going, Dad," Seld said again.
Gods, but he looks like his mother, the doctor thought
with despair. She had had exactly that set to her jaw
when she decided to stand on an issue of principle. And
I could never convince her of her error when she looked like
that, either. Fortunately, he did not need to convince his
son, who was still a minor.
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"Yes," Chaundra said, "you are going. I need SOT you
to go." '
"Well, I need for me to stay!"
Chaundra grabbed his son by his upper arms and
shook him gendy. "You're all I've got, Seld. You're the
most important thing in my life ana I've got to keep
you safe. He pulled out his ace,, "It's what your
mother would have wanted.
Seld's red-headed temper flared and, for the first
time in his twelve years, he contradicted his father. "No,
she wouldn't! She'd say what.I'm gonna say. You're all
Fue got, and if you can't be safe dien I've got to be with
you!"
He pulled his son to him in a fierce hug to hide the
sudden glisten of tears in his eyes. Then he sank into
his armchair, covering his eyes with his hand.
"Yes," he said thickly, "that's just what she'd say.
But," he pointed a finger at Seld, "she'd be talking
about herself, not about you."
"Dad..."
"I have packed one change of clothes, two changes of
underwear and one," he held up one finger for
emphasis, "thing you can't bear to part with. I'll be back
in half an hour to walk you to the ship."
"Dad!
"Half an hour." He stood and left. There are times
when a man must weep alone.
"Joatl" Simeon said in exasperation, "Answer me! I'd
hate to have to send someone in there to flush you
out"
He heard laughter echo softly then, from some-
where in the ductwork. Damned tunnel rat, he thought
in exasperation. She had rigged the sensor in her room
to show her present and he was still trying to figure out
how it had been done.
"You know they wouldn't find me."
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"C'mon Joat, you've got to go. Channa has packed
some of your things. She'll meet you at the lock. You're
one of the lucky ones. You don't have to wear a suit and
travel in the hold for the whole trip."
"Hunh. Done it before.1
"Well, you don't haife to do it now. Come on! They're
leaving in fifteen Minutes."
"I'm not going." /
"Perhaps I left something out here? Pirates, heavily
armed, almost certain death and destruction? Did I
mention any of those?"
"You need me," she said simply.
"Yeah," he said slowly after a moment's pause, "but I
think I should do without you for a while.
Joat came into view, grinning. "You are so soft," she
said and shook her head. "You need me because no
adult except you knows this station the way I do." She
crossed her arms smugly. "This is my home, too, and I
want a crack at defending it Besides, I'm not about to
deliver myself to Dorgan the Gorgon." If she's still alive.
Those demonstrators looked mean. "So here I stay!"
"Joat, is avoiding Ms. Dorgan and the orphanage
worth risking your life for?"
"You better believe it!" That forced an unwilling
chuckle out of Simeon.
"Look, Joat, no more kidding. Channa and I are
fighting for our lives. If we have to worry about you,
too, it might make that last little bit of difference and get
us killed. We catitafford distractions from a kid."
Joat's lips went white. "You fight dirty," she
whispered.
"I fight to win," Simeon replied.
"Well so do ir Joat shouted. "And Vmotive, aren't I?"
She paused for a moment, breathing hard. Then the
urchin grin came back. "I've got an instinct for this
kinda thing. Trust me." She took a step back and
disappeared.
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I wish I knew how she did that, Simeon thought. It
would, come m handy when the Kolnanget here.
"Channa's expecting you on Boat Deck!" he called
after her.
A voice filtered in from nowhere. "Tell her 111 be
seeing her."
#5;
"Detection ... ship detected! Ship detected! Captain to
the bridge!"
Belazir t'Marid had been kneeling between his wife's
thighs, with a heel in each hand.
"Demonshit!" he swore, diving off the pallet and
toward his clothing. The woman N she was his second
wife, and a third cousin N cursed antiphonally, rolling
away in the other direction.
"The Divine Seed damn them," she said, hopping
on one leg as she stuck the other into her skinsuit.
"Easy for you to say," he snarled and kicked at her,
struggling with the humiliating and acutely uncom-
fortable process of getting into space armor in a state of
arousal. Then he raised his voice. "Battle stations, full
alert Brief me."
"One vessel. Approaching on path of our trajectory,
in normal space."
"Normal space?" he said. The door hissed away as he
trotted out of his quarters which were aft of the bridge
and one deck down.
"Confirmed," Serig said as Belazir stalked into the
bridge. While the captain slept in hostile space, the
executive officer stood the watch. He now rose from
the commander's couch; a squat man for a Kolnar, a
hand below Belazir's height, and muscled like a troll.
"You have the bridge, lord."
"Acknowledged." Belazir felt an obscure comfort as he
slid into the crash couch and let his hands fafl on the con-
trols. And that cold plastic catheter has settled my otherprobtem,
he thought with an inward quirk of the tips. "Data."
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"Vessel is in the one kiloton mass range." The battle
team was on the bridge now, the circular room
brightening as consoles came up to ready status.
"Neutrino signature indicates merchanter-class
engines, presendy running on ballistic. There may be
energy or-kinedc weaj#>ns, but I detect no triggers for
fusion warheads."
"Interesting," Belazir said calmly. "Serig."
"Command me, lord."
"Indeed. We're going to take a closer look. Prepare
for drop into normal space. Notify the flotilla.
"Lord..."
"Yes, yes. The primary mission. We are gaining
swiftly and have the time. Also, if we detect this ship, it
may have detected us." The Kolnari fleet had the best
instruments diey could steal or copy, but there was no
telling how much performance had improved in areas
in close contact with regular shipyards. There had
been one or two nasty surprises like that before in the
Clan's history. "If they have, all the more reason to
investigate and make sure they have no tale to tell
anyone."
"Prepare for breakthrough." Alarm chimes tinkled
and sang. "Thirty seconds, mark."
A twisting at the fabric of the universe; the view on
the exterior screens did not change N the computers
compensated during FTL running N but a subtle
sense of reality returned, something at the corner of
the mind.
Serig's voice spoke beside Belazir. "Lord, we have
her on electromagnetic detectors. No answer to hail-
ing. Shall we use the kinetics?"
Their relative velocities were in the thousands of
kps; solid shot would strike with nuclear force.
"Not yet," Belazir said thoughtfully. "Give me a
visual."
The image sprang out before him a few seconds
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