Denner's Wreck

Chapter Twenty-One

“'…I, Hsin of the River, will grant you a wish. Anything you desire shall be yours!’ And he gestured grandly at the surrounding magnificence.

"Thedor blinked in surprise.

"'I want to go home,’ he said uncertainly.

"'Of course,’ said Hsin. ‘My creatures will carry you from this house, and from this island, and see you safely home. That is not enough; I had intended to do that much in any case. What else would you have?'

"Thedor thought for a moment, and then he said, ‘My friends will not believe me when I tell this tale. Can you give me some token to show that I do not lie?'

"'Again, you ask too little,’ Hsin said. ‘I tell you that my creatures will escort you to your village, in plain sight of all. Furthermore, if you return here, you will always be welcome in the House of Fifty Peacocks, and although you may not see me, my familiar spirits will always be ready to speak to you, and to testify to whoever may accompany you as to the truth of what you say. Now, what more would you have of me?'

"Overwhelmed, Thedor thought long and hard, and then said, ‘My grandfather, whom I loved, died last year. Could you bring his spirit to speak to me, so that I might thank him for the wisdom he taught me, and tell him how much I miss him?'

"At this, Hsin was overcome with emotion. When he could speak again, he said, ‘Death is hard, is it not, little one? Alas, even I cannot bring back the dead, unless I have studied their souls while they still lived. Is there nothing you would have for yourself?'

"'I can think of nothing,’ Thedor said.

"'Then go in peace,’ Hsin replied, ‘and I will have spirits watch over you and keep you safe from all harm, for as long as you shall live…"

– from the tales of Atheron the Storyteller

The image of Thaddeus, bright against the gathering dusk, stared at Geste in outraged disbelief. “You want what?” it demanded.

“Look, Thaddeus,” Geste answered calmly, “we know that you've had Aulden there for wakes now. You could be showing us recordings, or simulations, or androids, or pseudoclones, or even the original bodies with the brains rebuilt. We need to know that these are really who you say they are, and there is nothing you can transmit that can't be faked. We need to see these people, talk to them, feel them, maybe run gene scans and neuropattern tests with our own equipment.” Geste shrugged. “I don't think we're being unreasonable at all. You're asking us to surrender ourselves to you in exchange for the lives of our friends; well, we want to check your credit, so to speak, and make certain that you actually have those lives and haven't already destroyed them. You couldn't buy a ship back on Terra without a credit check, and you can't here, either."

“If you think I'm bringing them out where you can get at them with one of your sleight-of-hand maneuvers, Geste, you've gone mad."

The Trickster remained cool. “Then let us in,” he said.

“So you can sabotage my fortress?"

“Take whatever precautions you like."

Thaddeus paused, considering, and then asked, in a far calmer tone, “You'd submit to a search and give up all your equipment?"

“Everything that's not built in, anyway. And we might want some of it back to run tests with."

“You'd have no objection to suppressor fields?"

“I'd welcome them, Thaddeus; you couldn't run a simulation under full suppression."

“How do you know that I won't just keep you all here?"

“You want our equipment and our help, and we'll leave orders for an all-out attack if we aren't out after a certain time-say, second sunrise tomorrow."

This was a bluff, of course, since Imp had sabotaged the weapons systems, but Thaddeus had no way of knowing that.

Thaddeus nodded.

“All right,” he said. “Come along, then, all of you. I'll have everything ready in, oh, three hours, and you'll be out again within thirty hours. Fair enough?"

“That's fine."

“I'll send a floater to bring you in."

“Fine."

Thaddeus smiled almost pleasantly. “I'll see you then.” His image flicked out of existence, leaving the drifting terrace lights and the fading glow in the west.

“There,” Geste said, turning to the others. “We have three hours to come up with something."

“Geste, can't you shut up? He might be listening,” Imp said.

“I'm not going,” the Skyler announced suddenly, before Geste could answer Imp's complaint. Startled, the others all turned to her.

“I'm not going,” she repeated. “It's crazy. I'm not giving up the Skyland for anybody, not Thaddeus or Aulden or you two, and I'm not going to walk into a trap, either. Three hours! He could do anything in three hours!"

“But, Skyler…” Imp began.

“You shut up!” the Skyler said, almost spitting at her in sudden rage. “You went and pulled the plug on us! We might have caught him off-guard and stopped him, but you wrecked it all! I did my share, I brought you here with all those infernal machines you rigged up, and then you ruined everything!” She turned her attention to the Trickster. “I've gone as far as I intend to, Geste. I'm sorry, I know you mean well, but I can't do any more. I'll wait here until you come out-if you come out-but that's all. I'm not coming in. If Thaddeus wins, I'm sorry, but I'll survive. It won't last forever."

“I'm sorry, too,” Geste replied. “But I understand."

For an awkward moment the three immortals stood facing each other, while Bredon sat to one side, watching uncomfortably. Then Imp turned to face Geste, pointedly giving the Skyler no further attention, and said, “All right, we have three hours-what do we do?"

“I wish I knew,” the Trickster said, as the Skyler turned and marched away in the direction of her private wing of the house. Lights and music sprang up before her.

Before Imp could snap at him, Geste added hastily, “But I'll think of something. Let's see if we can do anything useful with any of the weapons."

Imp nodded, and turned toward the house, Geste close behind.

Bredon watched them go, but stayed where he was. He knew that he could be of no use with the weapons; he simply did not know enough about the technology involved, despite his high-speed training. He sat back in his floating chair to contemplate the scenery and the situation. The gaseous lights drifted overhead, and peacocks still stalked the lawns, but the music had departed with its mistress.

Precisely three hours after the image of Thaddeus had vanished a bright red floater, egg-shaped and glowing and perhaps half a meter long, sailed up across the star-flecked black sky. It turned and skimmed over the side of the Skyland, and came whistling across the lawn toward the terrace.

Bredon was there waiting for it. The Skyler had not been seen since she stalked off the terrace and into her personal chambers. Geste and Imp were also somewhere in the house, presumably still improvising gadgetry and schemes.

“Hello!” Bredon called.

The floater ignored him. It swept in about a meter above the dark stone pavement, emitting a variety of low beeps and whistles, then turned and cruised along the perimeter of the terrace.

“Hello,” Bredon called again, waving.

The floater continued to ignore him. When it had completed a full circuit it spiralled inward from the edges, slowing steadily, until it came to a stop hovering above the center of the terrace.

Seeing that this machine would not acknowledge his existence, Bredon shrugged and called, “Skyland, tell Geste and Imp that the floater is here."

“I have already done so, sir, and they are on their way,” the Skyland replied, in a calm, imperturbable tone that struck Bredon as being a little too smug.

“Thank you,” he said, wondering what the Skyland thought of the situation. It did not seem to have the same sort of awareness and personality that Gamesmaster did, but surely, he thought, it must have an opinion.

Before he could ask anything, Imp emerged from the house, her long hair drifting about her in an uneven auburn cloud as she strode onto the terrace. She had changed her clothes, and now wore a black velvet garment that Bredon had no name for. He stared, forgetting all about the Skyland's opinions.

The fabric covered her shoulders, breasts, and belly smoothly and tightly, as if stretched into place, while leaving most of her upper body bare. From the waist down it flared out into a flowing, voluminous skirt that moved as if with a life of its own, sometimes wrapping and coiling itself about her hips and legs, other times drifting out in a cloud of cloth that seemed indistinct about the edges, as if the material were dissolving into the air.

Bredon found this garb both startling and devastatingly attractive. He stared, and forced himself to remember that he wanted Lady Sunlight, not Imp.

His body still responded in its own way, undaunted by any message from the conscious mind.

Imp did not notice. She did not look at him at all, but hurried to the floater. She reached out to pat the machine, but it shied away.

She turned and called, “Hurry up, Geste! We don't want to keep him waiting!"

Bredon wondered whether she meant Thaddeus or Aulden.

Geste appeared almost before Imp had finished her sentence, his flying platform gliding at his heels. “All right,” he said. “Let's go."

“The platform may not come,” the red egg announced in a harsh monotone. “I am to bring three humans. No other self-propelled beings or devices are permitted."

“Three?” Geste asked. “Not four?"

“Three,” the floater repeated.

Geste threw Imp a worried glance. “Maybe Thaddeus did eavesdrop, if he knows the Skyler isn't coming."

Reluctantly, Bredon suggested, “I don't think that's it. I think he didn't want me along."

“Oh,” the Trickster said, momentarily looking foolish. “Oh, of course."

Imp looked at Bredon with interest. “I think you're right. I don't think Thaddeus thinks of you as human at all. He probably sees you as Geste's pet."

Bredon grimaced. “I'm not a Power,” he acknowledged.

“Thaddeus may think Bredon's an android or some sort of Trojan horse,” Imp said, turning to Geste.

“He may indeed,” Geste agreed. “It's too bad we didn't think to make him one.” He asked the floater, “Did your master tell you which three humans you were to bring?"

“The three humans to be found on this terrace,” the machine answered.

“No further description?” Geste persisted.

“No further description,” the machine replied.

“Well, here are three humans, then. Let's go."

“Acknowledged.” Something extruded from the underside of the egg, something as red and gleaming as the egg itself. At first it was a slim cylinder, but a few centimeters above the stone pavement the cylinder stopped. Its lower end transformed into a disk, which expanded swiftly and silently.

To Bredon, it looked as if the egg were spilling blood, pouring it in a steady stream into a circular puddle, a pool spreading across an invisible barrier three centimeters above the terrace.

When the red disk was almost three meters in diameter the expansion abruptly stopped. Imp and Geste stepped forward, and up onto the disk.

Bredon was more hesitant; he had trouble believing that the disk could actually hold him. The egg had seemingly created it from thin air, and although he knew from his crash course in modern technology that the necessary material might have been retrieved from bent-space storage, or synthesized out of the air itself, his years of experience in his own society left him emotionally convinced that it had to be an illusion.

Cautiously, he forced himself to put a foot on the disk.

It seemed as firm and solid as the terrace itself. Reluctantly, Bredon lifted his other foot and stepped forward.

Immediately, the disk material began spreading again, but this time the outer edge grew vertically instead of horizontally, rising up to form a cylinder around the three humans. At a height of about a meter and a half it curved inward, forming a dome.

Even as it grew, the floater was moving; as the Skyler's home vanished behind the rising walls it was already receding. By the time the dome had closed overhead, Bredon knew they were off the Skyland entirely.

As with all the tranportation the immortals used, however, there was no sensation of movement. It was as if the three of them had stood on the motionless disk while the Skyland sped away from them.

When the dome was complete, the last circle of blue sky closed away, they were left without any point of reference at all. The original egg glowed warmly, providing them with light, and a soft, musical hum emanated from floor, but they had nothing to see except the egg, the blank red walls, and each other. They stood in uneasy silence.

Bredon wanted to ask what plans Geste had come up with, but he knew Thaddeus was listening, so he carefully said nothing. He turned his eyes away from Geste to avoid temptation.

After roaming aimlessly along the featureless red dome for a time, his eyes seemed to settle somewhere of their own volition. He found himself staring at Imp, and once again felt his body responding involuntarily to the extravagant sexual advertisement of her clothing. He forced himself to look away.

Geste's gaze wandered from the egg to Imp to Bredon, then around the dome and back to the egg, and Bredon had the impression that he was thinking hard about something while trying to look casual.

Imp simply stared blindly into space, oblivious to the others.

Bredon finally settled on staring at the egg, trying to guess just what it was capable of. This was ultimately pointless, since he could not tell, by visual inspection, whether it had a bent-space extension, and if it did have one, then it could be capable of anything. Studying the floater did, however, keep his eyes and mind off his companions.

Time passed-perhaps only a minute or two, possibly as much as an hour. Bredon had lost all sense of time in the absence of both conversation and the outside world. The only interruption of the silence came when Geste remarked, apropos of nothing, “Judging by this floater, Thaddeus is using a better grade of technology now than he has in the past-no wheels, no wings, no lenses or levers or dials. This is as modern as most of my own stuff. Maybe he's trying to impress us; he never trusted the slick stuff before."

Imp glanced at the egg, but no one spoke, and the silence returned, longer and stronger than before. Geste shrugged, started to say something more, then thought better of it.

At last, however, the dome began to fade, turning from red to pink, then to ever-greater transparency until it vanished completely, revealing that they had been delivered into a large chamber of dark stone, presumably somewhere in Fortress Holding.

When the dome had vanished the disk on which they stood sank down, merging seamlessly into the gray stone floor, its red color fading gradually into the gray.

When the disk was gone the egg-shaped floater retracted the rod that had become their craft. The egg itself hung in their midst for a moment, then whirred softly and sped away, leaving the three humans momentarily unattended.

They stood in the center of an octagonal room, with a door in the center of every second wall. The ceiling above them was white glass, glowing softly. A faint scent of dampness and ozone reached them. No music played.

“Where's the Skyler?” Thaddeus's voice asked from somewhere overhead.

The three of them glanced at one another. “She changed her mind, decided not to come,” Imp explained.

“What's that savage doing here?"

“You told the transport that you wanted three humans, so we brought three humans. Bredon wanted to come, so we brought him,” Geste said.

“If he gets in the way, I'll kill him."

“I'm sure Bredon understands that,” Geste answered.

Bredon nodded.

“Have it your way,” Thaddeus said. “I don't suppose it matters, and I don't really give a damn. Take off your clothes."

Bredon glanced at his companions. Imp glanced at Geste. Geste looked up and demanded, “Why?"

“You know why,” Thaddeus's voice replied. “You could have whole arsenals tucked away."

“What if we refuse?"

“Then you don't see Aulden and the rest."

Geste looked at the others, shrugged, and began peeling off his tunic.

Imp did something to the waistline of her dress with her fingertips, and the entire garment slipped free and fell to the floor. She wore nothing else. Bredon blushed, and looked to his own clothing.

When they were all naked, the loud voice overhead said, “Step through the door beneath the red light."

Bredon turned, and saw a tall doorway with a small red spot glowing above it. The door that had filled that doorway was gone, perhaps slid aside, perhaps dissolved, he had no way of telling. He followed the others through the opening, trying to be as calm about his nudity as they were. He knew, from references the others had made and things he had seen back in Arcade, and even from the childhood tales he remembered, that the Powers did not worry about sexual propriety much, but his own upbringing had been fairly traditional, and he was not accustomed to walking about naked in the company of a woman he was not about to take to his bed. He had not seen Kittisha the Weaver naked until his second night with her, and then only by dim firelight, yet here Imp was parading before him in full view.

The doorway led into a short corridor with gleaming metal walls, and as Bredon stepped into it he felt an odd sensation, as if his skin were buzzing silently. A sudden flash, so brief that he was not sure he had actually seen it, turned the tingling to an uncomfortable warmth, like the bad sunburn he had once gotten as a child. He looked, and saw that his skin was reddening slightly.

That old burn had resulted from a full light of carelessly lying in bright sunlight, after a long spell of convalescence from prickle-fever had left him pale and weak; it did not seem credible that a near-instantaneous flash could have caused the same thing, but his skin certainly felt burned. He marched on, ignoring the discomfort.

Then he was through the corridor and in a small room panelled in white. Three simple white robes hung in the air.

Geste took one, and Bredon another; Imp hesitated before donning the third. “Where is Aulden?” she demanded.

She received no reply. For a long moment the three of them stood there, waiting for whatever was to happen next. Bredon took the moment to notice that Imp's robe reached almost to her ankles, and Geste's to mid-calf, while his own came only to his knee.

Then the wall opposite their entrance slid aside, revealing a larger room, of gray stone like the octagonal chamber they had first arrived in. This room, however, was not empty, as the others had been.

Chained to the far wall were seven people, four men and three women, all wearing white robes like those Bredon, Geste, and Imp had just put on. All seven sat slumped against the stone, their wrists, ankles, and necks bound by massive bands of metal, linked by tangles of heavy chain to each other and to ring-bolts in the wall behind them. All seven appeared to be sunburnt in varying degrees, presumably by Thaddeus's machines.

Bredon immediately recognized the woman in the center as Lady Sunlight; even without her shimmering garments, even with her hair matted and bedraggled and her skin an uncomfortable shade of red, she was unsurpassably beautiful, and he felt something twisting and churning inside himself at the sight of her chained. He fought for control of himself, struggled not to simply run to her side.

“Aulden!” Imp shrieked. She dashed forward and flung herself upon the man at the far left of the group, a sturdy, sandy-haired man with a long nose and only a faint pinkness to his skin. Bredon remembered his face from the quick glimpse Thaddeus had given them.

Aulden looked up just before Imp landed on him. His expression was a compound of surprise and joy at the sight of her, but Bredon thought he saw an underlying hopelessness.

“I don't believe this,” Geste muttered, standing in the doorway. “Chains! Genuine steel chains!"

Distracted for a moment from Lady Sunlight, Bredon started to ask what else Thaddeus would have used, but stopped himself. He could have used any number of methods of confinement, from barrier fields to neural repatterning.

Chains, however, worked quite well enough.

Imp and Aulden were smothering each other with kisses, and the other six were looking up with some interest at the newcomers. Bredon suddenly found himself overcome with shyness, faced with so much attention from strangers.

“Hello, Geste,” one of the women said, a brown-haired, round-faced woman.

“Hello, Sheila,” the Trickster replied.

“Who's that with you?” she asked. “Has someone got a new body?"

“No, no, nothing like that; this is Bredon the Hunter, from a village out in the grasslands."

Bredon bowed in acknowledgement, looking only at Lady Sunlight, hoping to see some sign in her reaction that she saw him as something more than an ordinary savage.

Lady Sunlight said nothing, did not react visibly at all.

“Pleased to meet you,” Sheila replied. “Forgive me if I don't stand up.” She rattled her chains with a wry shrug. “So, what brings you here?"

Geste smiled.

Bredon tore his eyes away from Lady Sunlight, forcing himself not to stare at her any longer, and looked at the other captives; they were not impressed with Sheila's banter. The dark, intense little man he guessed, from descriptions in old legends, to be Rawl the Adjuster. The third woman, sallow-skinned and black-haired, had to be Madame O. Both the other two men were big, black-haired, and brown-eyed, but one was pale and heavily bearded, while the other was swarthy and had only a light, grey-flecked beard; Bredon had no way of guessing which was Brenner of the Mountains and which was Khalid.

“Are you going to get us out of here?” the swarthy one demanded.

Geste's smile vanished. “I wish I knew,” he said.

“That,” said Thaddeus from behind them, “is not the answer I wanted, indicating, as it does, a certain lingering hope that outright surrender can be avoided."

Geste and Bredon turned around slowly; Imp, still wrapped in Aulden's arms, paid no attention.

Thaddeus stood in the doorway from the metal corridor, a towering black-haired figure in brown leather-or a synthetic approximation of leather. Bredon was not certain just how he could tell, but he had the impression that this was a real person, not a transmitted image. Perhaps it was because this Thaddeus stood his awesome full height, at least two and a half meters.

“Hello, Thaddeus,” Geste said.

“Hello, Geste. Are you satisfied now that I have not tampered with my captives?"

“Well, no, not yet. I just got here."

“Imp, are you satisfied?"

Imp looked up, brushing hair out of her face. “It's Aulden-but how could you treat him like this, you monster?"

Thaddeus shrugged. “I don't love him as you do."

“Thaddeus, we have to talk this over. You don't need to do all this,” Geste said.

“Oh, I don't? What do you know about it?” Thaddeus sneered.

“I know that it's stupid! What can you get from ruling an empire that you can't get peacefully?"

Thaddeus smiled with bitter amusement. “Are you really asking that?"

“Yes, I am! Look, can we go somewhere and talk about this?"

“You don't want these people to hear?” Thaddeus asked, with a wave at the others.

“No, that's not it,” Geste said. “All right, we can talk here."

“No, no,” Thaddeus said, holding up a hand. “We'll find someplace more comfortable. Come along, Imp."

“No!” she said. “No! I won't leave Aulden!"

Thaddeus shrugged again. “Suit yourself. Monitor, watch her closely. Don't let her out of this room, or obey her orders. And don't disturb me.” All but the first phrase he addressed to a red light that gleamed above the door. It blinked an acknowledgement, and he turned back to the Trickster. “All right, Geste, come along.” He waved, and Geste followed.

Bredon started to follow as well, and Thaddeus gestured. “Leave that here, though,” he said.

Geste said nothing, but Bredon stepped back, and waited politely until Thaddeus and Geste were out of sight.