[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
organize a militia, but I m not prepared to make the journey myself, or send any
personnel.
You must.
I can t, T orre Na. You ve no idea of my situation here.
I think I do. Bluntly, you re on your own.
Well, that s not quite how I d
T orre Na talked right over her. You need all the help you can get. Allies.
Support. The best way is through trata. You must honor your bargain. Her voice
was low, intense, totally focused on Danner. You must. For Cassil, for yourselves.
Go to Holme Valley and stop Uaithne.
In the silence, Danner s screen bleeped. Glad of the excuse to look away, she
swiveled her chair to her terminal and punched accept.
I hope this is urgent, Vincio.
Ma am, a patrol picked up a native heading for Port Central. She s here. Calls
herself Sehanol, says she s a messenger, from a place called Scatterdell.
Between the Huipil and swamplands, two days south of here, T orre Na
interjected.
Ma am, she says she has a message from Marghe, I assume she means
Representative Taishan, who is at Ollfoss. I think. It s hard to understand her. The
bad news is that the vaccine didn t work. Apparently, Taishan got the vir
Enough, Vincio. It had taken Danner a second to understand what Vincio was
blabbing all over the net. She gathered her wits too late. Is the messenger still
there?
Yes, ma am.
I ll send an escort for her. I want a code five on this, effective immediately.
The code-five silence was bolting the stable door after the horse had run. Damn
T orre Na, damn Cassil. If she had not been thinking about this trata, she might have
stopped Vincio in time. Now the spy would already have the information on its way
to the Kurst: the vaccine did not work. Already, Company would be making
decisions. It was all over now. No more time.
T orre Na opened her mouth with a question. Danner held up a hand. A
moment. I need to think. She punched in Lu Wai s code. Lu Wai? Detail Kahn to
go to my office, to escort a native, Sehanol, to my quarters. I want you to implement
start of Operation Ascent. Immediately. It s happening, Lu Wai.
She got hold of Dogias next. This is Danner. Top priority. Track and jam any
off-world communication, excluding my channel to Estrade. Move fast, Letitia. It
may already be too late. She signed off and punched in Sara Hiam s code,
drumming her fingers impatiently.
The doctor looked tousled, sleepy. What
Sara, it s happened. I don t have all the details yet, but I m setting things in
motion at my end. Are you ready?
Watching Hiam absorb the news was like seeing a slow-motion picture: the
doctor s face seemed to contract muscle by muscle until it was hard and tight.
There s no way I could be ready for this. But we ll manage.
Danner knew how much it must be costing the doctor to not ask questions; Hiam
had worked hard on that vaccine. She must be as full of professional curiosity and
disbelief as Danner would have been if she had heard that a fully armed troop had
been routed by five-year-olds armed with sticks. Danner could not think of anything
comforting to say.
They looked at each other helplessly. Danner cut the connection and stared at
nothing. It was really happening.
She lifted her head, saw the quick compassion in T orre Na s eyes, and
wondered what her face must look like. She felt ravaged, bereft. If only the vaccine
had worked. This was it. All over. The full weight of what would happen next fell on
Danner like a boulder. She felt as though her world were whirling away out of reach.
How long will it take Sehanol to get here? T orre Na asked.
What? Oh, twenty minutes.
And how long would it take me to find and bring back refreshments?
Refreshments?
Eating or drinking is good for shock.
I m not hungry. But if you need something she waved her arm vaguely I
can have someone bring it.
I would rather go myself.
Fine.
But I need directions.
Danner pulled herself together briefly. Left. About four hundred& paces. Third
door. Any argument about payment, have them call me.
When T orre Na was gone, Danner sat and stared at nothing. There was so much
to do. So much. Later, later. For now, she wanted to grieve but felt nothing, nothing
at all. It was as though she were swaddled in cotton wool.
T orre Na came back with a hot rice dish and four cans.
Danner looked at it incredulously. Beer?
I like Terrene beer. T orre Na popped the can efficiently, drank deep. Here,
the rice is for you.
I couldn t.
Have some beer, then.
It suddenly struck Danner as funny. Why not? There was nothing else to do for
the moment. They sat in contemplative silence, drinking.
Try some rice. You might be too busy later.
T orre Na was right, of course, it just seemed& inappropriate to eat and drink
and make merry as everything threatened to fall to pieces around her. But there was
no good reason why she should not.
They both ate. Danner felt better for the food, more in control. Perhaps when the
messenger comes, T orre Na, she would respond better to questions from you.
Danner was glad T orre Na was there. She had a working knowledge of the basic
language, but the messenger s accent or dialect was so thick Danner could barely
understand one word in six. She made a mental note to ask Day which would be the
most important dialects to learn yet another thing Marghe could have helped them
with.
After several minutes of question and answer, the messenger accepted a beer,
tasted it cautiously, and put it down. Danner noticed she did not drink from it again.
Not all natives liked beer, then. She was obscurely glad, though she could not have
said why. Perhaps she was already experiencing the faint beginnings of the need to
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]