“It was time,” she replied. “And I wished to end Viotia’s suffering.”
“That was most regrettable.”
“It is past,” she said lightly, knowing how angry her homeworld would be at that. “I am here to lead those who want a better life for themselves, those who chose to live as the Waterwalker did.” Again she appealed to the Skylord, who said: “We await you. We will guide you.”
The gasp of joy from the crowd outside was audible through the hall’s thick walls. She smiled significantly at Ethan: your call.
“We are honored,” he said effusively.
“Thank you. Shall we move to the Upper Council chamber now? We have much to settle.”
Ethan glanced along the line of Cleric Councillors, their uncertain hopeful faces. One of them smiled slickly. “Of course, Dreamer,” he said.
“Rincenso, isn’t it?” Araminta said.
“Yes, Dreamer.”
“I’m grateful for your support.”
“My pleasure.”
I’ll bet it is, you unctuous little tit. “Which way?”
Rincenso’s bow was so deep, it verged on parody. He gestured. “This way, please, Dreamer.”
She watched the eternal storm playing across the ceiling, oddly saddened by the fact it was only a replica of the real Malfit Hall and the vivid images above her were nothing but a copy of Querencia’s planetary system. Now that she’d begun this course of action, she was actually keen to see it resolved, to walk through the real Makkathran and see for herself the streets and buildings where Edeard’s dramas had played out.
They walked silently through the smaller Toral Hall and into the Upper Council chamber. Araminta grinned at the solar vortex playing on its cross-vault ceiling. Here the copper sun’s accretion disc was still in its glory days, not as Justine had just seen it, with the brash comets dwindling and a new planet orbiting where it should never have been.
“You haven’t updated it, then?” she inquired lightly as she walked straight to the gold-embossed throne at the head of the long table.
“This is the Makkathran of the Waterwalker, Dreamer,” Ethan said.
“Of course. Not that it matters; we will soon be leaving here for good. Be seated,” she said graciously.
Ethan claimed the seat on her left-hand side, and Rincenso sat opposite him. There were just enough seats for everyone. No Phelim, she thought sagely. Let’s keep it like that. The thin Cleric unnerved her somewhat.
“May I ask if you intend to keep sharing so widely with the gaiafield?” Ethan said.
“Until we pass into the Void,” she confirmed. “The followers of Living Dream have had too much doubt and trouble intrude into their lives of late, in no small part due to you, Cleric. I feel they need the reassurance of seeing for themselves that I am honestly doing everything I can to lead the Pilgrimage. That is my only concern now. In that respect I will require this council to continue its running of the day-to-day aspects of Living Dream.”
She studied Ethan, curious about how he’d react to the deal. It was so painfully obvious that he didn’t understand or believe in her apparent conversion to the cause. He suspected something but couldn’t see what could possibly be askew.
“I will be delighted to help in any way I can,” Ethan said.
“We all will be,” Rincenso added quickly.
Araminta had to be stern with herself not to leak any disgust out into the gaiafield at the Clerics’ sycophancy. “Excellent. So my first question is on the progress of the Pilgrimage fleet.”
“The hulls are all complete,” Cleric DeLouis said. “Fitting out is going to take a while, but hopefully no more than a month.”
“And the drives?” Araminta asked.
It probably helped that Ethan was less than a meter away from her, but there was no way he could hide the little burst of dismay from her. She turned to fix him with a level stare. “By my estimation, it will take nearly half a year to reach the Void using a standard hyperdrive.”
“Yes, Dreamer.”
“There is also the problem of the warrior Raiel. Justine barely made it through.”
“We are making arrangements,” Ethan said grudgingly.
“Which are?”
He made a small gesture with his hand. “They are confidential.”
“No more. This unhealthy obsession with secrecy and violence ends now. It has done untold damage to Living Dream; Inigo and Edeard would not have tolerated such vice. Besides, we are no longer members of the Greater Commonwealth, and you are under my protection. Now, what arrangements have been made?”
“Are you sure you—”
“Yes!”
“Very well. I organized delivery of ultradrives for each Pilgrimage ship. The journey time should be less than a month.”
“Good work. And the Raiel warships? How do we get past them?”
Ethan was completely impassive. “The same manufacturing facility will also provide force fields capable of withstanding an attack by the warrior Raiel.”
“I see. And the cost?”
“It’s budgeted for. We do have the wealth of the entire Free Trade Zone at our disposal, after all.”
Araminta’s voice hardened. “The cost, please, Cleric, specifically the political cost for this technology?”
Everyone at the table turned to look at Ethan. The pressure of curiosity from the gaiafield was extraordinary. Even the Skylord was displaying a minor interest, engaged by the volume of emotion.
“Our supplier is to be taken into the Void with us.”
“Logical,” Araminta said. She smiled graciously. “Thank you one and all for attending me. We’ll convene formally tomorrow when I’ve had a chance to settle in. Ethan, I will be using the Mayor’s state rooms here in the Orchard Palace as my residence until we depart.”
“Yes, Dreamer.” He seemed surprised there had been no censure concerning his Faustian deal.
Darraklan peered in through the door as the subdued yet relieved Cleric Council filed out. Araminta held up a finger to him. “A moment more, please.”
“Yes, Dreamer.” He bowed and shut the doors after the last Cleric had left.
Araminta allowed herself a slow look around the Council chamber, her gaze falling once again on the radiant image spinning endlessly on the ceiling. She wondered how Justine was getting on inside the Void, if she had reached the real Makkathran yet. But no, that would take days—weeks—even with the Void’s accelerated time, although the Silverbird should arrive before the Pilgrimage ships reached the boundary. Ozzie! I hope she and Gore can do something to salvage this crock of shit before then, or I’m well and truly screwed. It sounded like Gore had a plan, or at least an idea. He owes me, too. Maybe he’ll get in touch. Somehow, she suspected she was going to have to do most of the work. But for now, there was the real threat to face. She took a breath, feeling the billions of Living Dream followers share her mind with a sense of trepidation as her own unease leaked out.
“Aren’t you going to talk to me?” she asked the chamber. Her own voice reverberated off the hard walls. “I know you’re sharing me.” Again the chamber was silent. Empty. Araminta let out a mildly exasperated sigh and allowed her ire to show. “I am talking to you, that which emerged from Earth’s prison. You have to speak with me at some time, for I am the only way to reach the Void. Let us begin now. Don’t be afraid. You’ve seen I am both reasonable and practical.”
The curiosity within the gaiafield grew more intense as everyone strained to perceive what she was talking to. Her u-shadow reported that the Upper Council chamber’s secure communication net was activating. A solido projection appeared at the other end of the table. Not a person but a simple dark sphere scintillating with grim purple light. Araminta faced it impassively.
“Congratulations on your ascension, Dreamer.” Its voice was female, melodically sinister.
“And you are?”
“Ilanthe.”
“You must be the one supplying the ultradrives and the
force fields.”
“My agents arranged that with Ethan, yes.”
“Will the force fields be strong enough to protect us from the warrior Raiel?”
“I believe so. They are the same type currently protecting Earth.”
“Ah. And for this bounty you expect to be taken into the Void?”
“Without my assistance you cannot reach the boundary.”
“And without me you cannot get inside.”
“It would seem we need each other.”
“Then we have reached an accord.”
“You will take me?” Ilanthe’s voice carried a note of surprise.
“The Void welcomes all who seek fulfillment. Whatever you are, you obviously believe you need what the Void can offer. Therefore, I will be happy to bring you to it. It is, after all, my destiny as Dreamer to help those who yearn to reach the Heart.”
“That’s very noble of you. And completely unbelievable.”
“You are evil,” Araminta said.
“No, I am driven. It is not just Inigo and Edeard who had a vision of a beautiful future.”
“Nonetheless, you are inimical to the Commonwealth and its citizens.”
“Again you are misjudging me. I simply wish to achieve a different goal from the mundane aspirations which have so far existed among our species. A wonderful uplifting goal that everyone can share. I require the Void’s assistance to do that.”
“Then I wish you well on your voyage.”
“Why?”
“Because the Void will obliterate you. The Heart will not tolerate malevolence no matter the intent behind it, deluded or deliberate. You cannot avoid it, you cannot elude it. Despite my many misgivings I do genuinely believe in the goodness of the Heart, for I am twinned with the Skylords, who truly know its munificence. If necessary, I will travel there myself to expose you and your machinations.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Knowing this, knowing I will oppose you, do you still wish to come with us?”
“Yes. Do you still wish to take me?”
“Yes.”
“So be it. Our fate will be decided within the Void.”
“That it will.”
The sphere faded out, and the solido projector switched off. A long breath escaped through Araminta’s pursed lips. She grinned nervously for the benefit of her billions-strong spellbound audience. “Lady! I wonder what day two is going to be like?”
Paula was curious about that herself.
“She’s up to something,” Oscar insisted over the ultrasecure link. “This self-coronation is only the start.”
“I don’t see what else there can be for her,” Paula said.
“Well yeah … If it was obvious, everyone would figure it out and it’d be pointless.”
“I do love your optimism. It was always your most endearing quality. You probably believe Ilanthe will see the error of her ways before long.”
“You sound bitter.”
Paula rubbed a hand over her brow, surprised to find it was trembling. But then, she hadn’t slept for days; even biononics could keep her fatigue at bay for only so long. “I probably am. We’re the good guys, Oscar; we’re not supposed to lose.”
“We haven’t lost. We’re nowhere near losing. The Pilgrimage ships haven’t even been finished, let alone launched. So tell me how many ways covert operations can sabotage them.”
“Hundreds, but that’s only a delay. It’s not a solution.”
“I want to keep going. I want to see if Araminta contacts me.”
“She won’t. Everyone in the galaxy can observe every second of her existence. It’s actually quite clever: Sharing like that puts her beyond mere Dreamer status; she’s almost achieved the same level Edeard had. Every moment of her life is available for her followers to idolize, just like his was. But they’ll only keep supporting her if she does what they want and takes them into the Void. There’s no escape.”
“Humor me. I have faith in her, too. Different from everyone else, but faith nonetheless. She’s not stupid, and she’s descended from Mellanie.”
“If that’s what your faith is based on, we’re in serious deep shit.”
“Yeah, I noticed that, too.”
Paula smiled wearily. “All right, Oscar, I certainly haven’t got anything else for you to do. Stick with the original mission; see if you can make contact with the Second Dreamer.”
“Thank you.”
“What do your colleagues think about the notion?”
“They’re still on the payroll.”
“Are they all okay? Francola Wood seemed unnecessarily violent.”
“Wasn’t me, honest.”
“You were there.”
“We were. And I still don’t understand what happened. The path became active somehow; we all knew that. Hell, we felt it. But she never came through.”
“And yet she turned up in Colwyn City right after.”
“Exactly. See, there’s more to her than we understand. I trust you noticed what she’s wearing around her neck.”
“Yes.”
“And she knew about Ilanthe. I didn’t.”
“It was classified. The navy knew she’d escaped.”
“So she’s getting her information from somewhere. She understands what’s going on. Which means she knows what she’s got to do.”
“I hope you’re right, Oscar.”
“Me, too. So what are you going to do now?”
“Follow up leads, act on information. The usual.”
“Good luck.”
The link ended. Paula lay back on the couch, closing her eyes for a moment to summon up the willpower to place her next call. It was all very well being tired, but the situation was moving on with or without her.
Symbols appeared in her exovision, and her secondary routines pulled out the technical results. Alexis Denken was currently in full stealth mode fifty thousand kilometers above Viotia’s equator. The smartcore had been running a painstaking search across local space for signs of anyone else lurking above the planet. The first eight starships were easy enough for its sensors to detect; she suspected they were backup vessels for various agent teams on the planet. Now it had found another, the faintest hyperspatial anomaly a quarter of a million kilometers out from the planet. The stealth effect was first-rate; anything less than Alexis Denken’s ANA-fabricated sensors wouldn’t have been able to find it. That left her with the question of who it was and if it even mattered.
Her u-shadow opened a secure link to Admiral Juliaca. “I wasn’t expecting this,” she said.
“Neither were we,” the Admiral confirmed. “The President is not happy with today’s events.”
“You mean the President is frightened.”
“Yeah. Our best guess is that someone captured her and broke into her mind. They’re just remote-controlling her now. It’s probably Ethan himself if it isn’t Ilanthe.”
“That doesn’t quite fit. I don’t believe Ethan and Ilanthe would want their shabby little arrangement to be public knowledge. And how did Araminta know about Ilanthe?”
“Exactly. She has to have been taken over.”
“Or she communed with the Silfen Motherholme while she was on the paths. After all, we still haven’t got a clue how she returned to Viotia, and it would appear she’s been named a Friend.”
“Okay,” the Admiral said. “So why would the Silfen want Living Dream to go on Pilgrimage?”
Paula pressed her fingertips into her temple again, massaging firmly. “I haven’t got a clue. I’m just saying it’s possible Araminta has decided to step up her game.” She could barely believe she was repeating Oscar’s hopes, but what else was there to explain such extraordinary behavior?
“Then her new game is going to kill us all.”
“Will the navy destroy the Pilgrimage fleet?”
“President Alcamo is still trying to decide what to do. We’re as compromised now as we were before, if not worse. If Ilanthe does make good on her pr
omise and supply Sol barrier force fields to the ships, then they’ll be invulnerable to anything we can hit them with. That just leaves us a small window while they’re on the ground under construction.”
Paula immediately saw the problem with that. “They’re being built next to Greater Makkathran.”
“Actually, they’re inside the urban boundary, which means they’re under the city’s civil defense force fields. If we take them out, it’ll destroy half the city at least, probably more. Paula, even if I gave the order, I’m not sure the navy ships would carry it out. I wouldn’t even blame them. Sixteen million people live there.”
“Billions of people live throughout the Greater Commonwealth. Trillions of entities live in the galaxy.”
“I know.”
“Covert sabotage will be easy enough. It doesn’t have to be a frontal assault.”
“Believe me, we’re drawing up those plans right now.”
“But that’s only going to delay things.”
“If we have long enough, ANA might break out.”
“If we delay the Pilgrimage too much, Ilanthe might offer Araminta a ride on her ship. Then we’d really be in trouble.”
“We’re more concerned by what the Void would do,” the Admiral said. “It already began an expansion the first time Araminta tried denying it. If we block her, there’s no telling how it’ll react to that. To put it bluntly, it knows where we live now.”
“So we still need an alternative.”
“We do. Paula … do you have any idea what Gore is up to?”
“No, I’m afraid not.”
“Damn. Well, that leaves us with just about nothing.”
“I thought the Raiel answered our request to attempt to break through the Sol barrier.”
“Yes, Qatux has agreed to help. We’re expecting the High Angel will depart for Earth within the hour. The navy is evacuating its core staff down to Kerensk, including me. After all, we don’t know if it’ll come back.”
“I regard their involvement as promising. Nothing much stirs the Raiel these days.”
“I think Ilanthe and Araminta have managed to focus their attention.”
“Quite.”
“Have you got anything else for me?”
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