Immu got to her feet, her tail lashing angrily around her haunches. I turned quickly, placing Esticus between me and his wife as a protective shield.
"Lajoolie!" I shouted. "Sergeant Aarhus! Nimbus and Uclod! Could you please lend me assistance?"
"Save your breath," Immu said in her whispery voice. "Did you think we’d be stupid enough not to deal with them?"
She clapped her hands: a sharp smack with an after-clatter of claws clicking against each other. It was obviously a signal of some kind; I looked around quickly, wondering if I would be attacked by robots or nanites. But the attack was not aimed at me… and by all evidence, the attack had taken place some minutes earlier, so quietly I had not noticed it.
Four stringy blobs rolled in through the door. They looked like human-sized versions of baby Starbiter — gray threads sunk into damp goop that glistened wetly in the dim light. In this case, however, the goop was not white but murkily clear… making it possible to see dark silhouettes embedded in the heart of the blobs. I had no trouble identifying the silhouettes by their shape and size. Lajoolie. Sergeant Aarhus. Uclod. The last blob had no figure visible inside, but I did not doubt it contained Nimbus and his child.
Somehow my friends had been taken by surprise. They had been encased in guck, caught like mosquitoes landing on pine gum. If they were trying to struggle free, I could not see any evidence of it — they seemed frozen in place, helplessly stuck as the blobs rolled across the floor and stopped in a ragged line behind Immu’s back.
"You see?" Immu said. "You’re all alone." She glanced toward Festina. My friend had toppled onto her knees and was doubled over now, her head almost touching the floor. Her whole face was approaching the port-wine color of the birthmark on her cheek.
"I won’t let your precious friend die," Immu told me in a raspy smirk. "I’d never do anything so non-sentient. But I’ll let her pass out before I call off the nanites in her throat. And," Immu continued, raising the sharp end of her tail above Festina’s head, "once she’s unconscious, I won’t have trouble cutting off her ears… lopping a few fingers… scooping out an eye… unless you put Esticus down. As long as I don’t actually kill this human, the League of Peoples won’t stop me."
"Then the League will not stop me," I said, "from ripping off parts of Esticus… which I shall certainly do if you hurt Festina." I gave the Shaddill in my arms another fierce shake.
"Not so fast," Immu snapped. "You don’t know a thing about our anatomy. You don’t know what’s safe to rip off and what could be lethal. For all you know, Esticus might the from losing a single claw."
"I do not believe he could be so frail."
"But you don’t know," Immu replied. "As for me, I’m thoroughly familiar with Homo sapiens physiology." She swung her tail idly toward Festina; my friend grabbed at it weakly but missed. "I know what will and won’t cause fatal bleeding," Immu continued. "I know which human body parts are expendable. But if you so much as break one of Esticus’s bones without knowing what you’re doing,that’s callous disregard for the possibility you might do lethal damage. Not a sentient attitude, Oar — the League will kill you on the spot."
"For breaking a finger? When you are threatening to pluck out Festina’s eye?"
"I’m threatening to do something I know won’t kill her. You, on the other hand, would be taking a blind risk with someone else’s life. That is definitely non-sentient. Let my mate go before you get hurt."
Esticus whispered, "Yes, please, yes, please, yes, please…"
I stared at the whimpering beetle as he dangled in front of me… and suddenly I became furious. For five thousand years, these cowardly creatures had not hesitated to violate entire cultures, to kidnap and imprison individuals who interfered with their plans, to coerce whole species into insipid decadence, and to give people Tired Brains — yet Immu dared suggest I should be executed if I snapped off somebody’s claw? My best friend was choking in front of me. My other friends were enveloped in gooey string, and who knew how well they could breathe inside those cocoons? The Shaddills wished to jelly me against my will, rather than take the slightest personal risk in pursuit of transcendence; yet I was the wicked one who might be punished?
Enough of this nonsense. I would command the Shaddill to remove the nanites from Festina’s windpipe, to release my friends and leave us alone… or else I would grab Esticus’s trembling mandibles and rip them right off his face. It was ridiculous for Immu to claim she could hurt my friends with impunity, but the League would not permit me to hit back.
Slowly, I lowered Esticus until his feet touched the ground. Perhaps Immu thought I was preparing to let her husband go… but in my mind’s eye, I pictured punching the little brown Shaddill in the nose, smashing the mandibles all around his muzzle, hearing the crack of bones as they shattered under my fist.
And yet… and yet…
How did I know I would not kill the hateful fur-beetle? Perhaps smashing his mandibles would do lethal damage. And for all that I was blazing with righteous indignation, I did not wish to murder shaky wee Esticus. The League would then murder me… and I did not care to die so stupidly.
Was there anything I could do to vent my wrath, yet not kill a weak Shaddill one?
Yes.
Changing my grip on Esticus’s wrists, I whirled him around by the arms and slung him into the fountain.
Splash
I did not throw the furry alien, but swung him like an ax: holding his arms and sweeping him across the pool’s surface so that he scooped up a great sloosh of honey that flew in a frothy tsunami. It was fortunate I did not get any splashes on me… but I was wearing my Explorer jacket, and the few drops of spatter that came my way hit fabric instead of skin.
Neither Immu nor Esticus fared so luckily. I had aimed the husband perfectly at the wife — the thick wave of crimson scooped up by Esticus hit Immu full in the face, drenching her head and all down her front. She squealed in terror and jumped backward, trying to wipe honey from her fur; she squealed again when she realized she now had the liquid on her hands. Her eyes bulged horrified as she stared at her fingers… for as she watched, one of her claws melted into soft purple and fell plop to the floor.
Esticus was no better. From the waist down, he was soaked in honey; and his pelt had begun to bubble, sloughing off fur as each little hair dissolved into goo. The skin underneath was already turning puffy. I let him fall to the floor and leapt back to make sure I did not get the honey on me. He staggered to his feet almost immediately… but the dirt where he had landed was covered with a glossy slick of purple and the part of his body that had touched the ground looked like its hair and skin had been shaved off clean.
Howling, "Help me!" he turned to Immu; but his wife was in no condition to help anyone. Her entire head was turning purple — all but those bulging eyes, because she had blinked them shut just before the Blood Honey struck her. Now her eyelids were gone, turned into goo that slid off her eyeballs and slurped into the general morass of her face. Her cheeks dripped onto her chest; her forehead was slumping into a great overhanging brow that would soon flop down and cover those raw exposed eyes.
A raspy laugh gurgled in her throat. "All right," she whispered to Esticus, "I’ll help you."
She reached toward him and gave his hand a squeeze. Though her head had turned to slime, her arms and legs were still mostly intact; she let go of Esticus’s hand, scooped him off the floor, and held him to her disintegrating chest. The motion shook dollops of jelly loose from Esticus’s legs, laying bare the bone underneath. Then Immu flexed her powerful haunches for one last great leap.
Husband and wife plunged together into the pool.
The Cost Of Salvation
The Shaddill’s jump did not take me completely by surprise — I had enough time to hurl myself backward out of range of their splash. Festina was far enough removed too, and protected by her uniform; patches of the gray cloth looked wet and glossy, but no splashing honey landed on her exposed head or hands.
There was only one problem: Festina was still choking. Even as I watched, her body went limp and tumbled clumsily into the dirt.
"Villains!" I screamed at the Shaddill, now decomposing in the fountain. They were totally immersed, and totally coated with purple, but I screamed at them anyway. "Call off your nanites, you poop-heads! Get them out of Festina’s windpipe!"
No nano cloud emerged from my friend. I could see no sign of her breathing.
"Stick-ship!" I yelled in Shaddill-ese. "Tell the nanites to leave my friend! This is an order — obey me!"
No response. I ran to Festina and knelt beside her. When I opened her mouth, a gold nanite glow shone from the depths of her throat… but the actual blockage was too far down to see, let alone to reach with my finger. Anyway, how could I remove the obstruction if it was made of billions of tiny robots, all following orders to strangle my friend? If I did manage to sweep some away, they would simply rush back into place.
I needed a means to fight the nanites directly. I needed nanites of my own.
"Nimbus," I said aloud.
Leaping to my feet, I rushed to the webby blobs that held our companions. With so much honey splashing around, the blobs had been struck with spatters… and wherever the honey had touched, the webby surface had dissolved into jelly. Praise to the Hallowed Ones! I thought: the blobs must be made of living matter, susceptible to Blood Honey. Now all I needed was a tool…
Festina’s stun-pistol lay on the floor a short distance behind me — she had dropped it when she saw it did not work on the Shaddill. I grabbed it and poked the metal muzzle into one of the purple patches on Nimbus’s cocoon. With a twist of the wrist, I flicked the jelly off the gooey surface; the result was a small hole where the jelly had been. Even better, the gun’s metal barrel did not seem affected by contact with honey… which meant I could use it to dig into the blob that held Nimbus prisoner.
For Festina’s sake, I hoped I could do it quickly.
Wrapping my jacket around my hands and arms to avoid getting stuck on the blob’s gluey surface, I pushed the cocoon holding Nimbus to the edge of the fountain. Once I had the cocoon in position, I dipped the pistol’s mouth into the basin, got it wet with red liquid, then prodded it into the blob’s exterior. The sheen of honey on the gun’s barrel ate into goopy webbing, turning it to a gel which could then be flicked away. This was not a speedy process — the honey did not corrode the goo nearly as fast as I wished — but little by little I deepened a hole into the blob, telling myself all the while I would soon free Nimbus.
A part of me realized this might not be true. If Nimbus’s little misty bits were all trapped separately, like millions of bubbles in a solid block of ice, I could never carve them loose in time to save Festina. But if there was one big chamber in the middle, a single holding area like an egg, and all I had to do was pierce the shell to let the cloud man out…
A great gust of mist shot out from the hole, straight into my face. It felt cool and kindly, a fog of salvation. "Nimbus!" I cried. "There are nanites down Festina’s throat! You must clear them out and start her breathing again."
I expected the cloud man’s mist to swoop immediately toward Festina; but it only wisped around and around, swirling close to me, then shying away again. "Clear them out?" Nimbus whispered. "How? I’m not designed for fighting other nanites. I couldn’t begin to take on warrior nano…"
"These nanites are not warriors, you foolish cloud, they are just translator things. But they will kill Festina unless you take action."
"It’s not that easy, Oar!" Mist was all around me, wreathing my head, brushing my cheek. "My only way to stop the nanites is smashing my particles against them. High-speed collisions that will hurt me just as much as the nano."
"Are you such a coward that you fear a little pain?"
"I’m not talking about pain; I’m talking about mutual destruction."
"And I am talking about the death of my friend!" I swept my hands at him viciously, trying to push himaway from me. "You are a healer, are you not? Festina needs healing. That is all you have to think about."
"No, Oar. I also have to think about my daughter. And…" His mist shuddered. "…and my owner. My owner’s wishes."
"Your owner? Uclod would wish you to help Festina!"
"I told you, Uclod isn’t my owner — he’s just renting me. I’m the property of… of someone who doesn’t know or care about your friend Festina, and who wouldn’t want me to risk myself on her behalf." The mist-man shuddered again. "I’m a valuable investment," he said bitterly. "I have strict orders not to endanger myself on ‘unprofitable moral whims.’ "
"And you listen to such orders?"
"Oar," he said. "I told you when I met you, obedience is hard-wired into my genes. I despise it, but I don’t have a choice. It’s how I was built."
I stared at him a moment, then closed my eyes. "I will tell you a thing, Nimbus. We are all built in ways we would change if we could — we are flawed or damaged or broken by forces beyond our control. In the end, we are limited creatures who cannot exceed our boundaries." I opened my eyes again, seeing only mist. "But here is the other half of the truth: our boundaries are never where we think they are. Sometimes we think we are the most wonderful person in the world, then find we are nothing special; sometimes we think we are too weak to do a great deed, then find we are stronger than we believe." I took a deep breath. "Please save Festina, Nimbus. You do not have to be so hard-wired and obedient. Please save her, and prove you are more than you think."
For a moment, he did not answer. His mist shimmered… as if it were glistening in some light beyond the dimness of that dusky room. Then his voice murmured in my ear, "All right. I’ll do what I can."
He swept around me one last time, brushing tenderly against my neck. "My daughter is still inside the web. Get her out and keep her safe."
"I will," I promised.
He swirled away, streaming across the room as fast as an eagle, not slowing down as he flew straight into Festina’s face. The cloud man disappeared up Festina’s nose as he had once before… only this time I was not scandalized by his effrontery, but overjoyed he was going to save her. He would fly down her throat to fight the gold nanites…
And who would win the battle? Who would survive?
I did not know.
Carefully, because I had nothing else to do, I widened the hole into the cocoon that had held Nimbus prisoner. The hole was only three fingers across, the breadth of the pistol’s barrel. Smearing more and more honey into the gap, I increased the breach in the goo-ball until I could stick my arm through safely, with no risk of touching the damp jelly sides.
All that time, I forced myself not to look in Festina’s direction. Nimbus would succeed; of course he would. There was no other way to save my friend, so the universe was compelled to let Nimbus triumph.I merely had to get Starbiter out of the blob; the moment I managed that, Nimbus would emerge from my friend’s mouth and say, "Oar, everything is all right now."
Even before I reached into the blob, I had caught sight of Starbiter. She lay amongst the webbing so tranquilly, I wondered if perhaps she thought she had returned to her mother’s womb. But she did not protest as I wrapped my fingers gently around her and drew her out into the world. I had long since discarded my jacket, for fear of the patches where honey had turned the cloth to gel… so I cradled the little Zarett tight to my chest, right where she could hear my heart beating.
"Now, Nimbus," I said. "Now you will come out."
For many long seconds, nothing happened. Then a vicious spasm shook Festina’s body, and she gave a gagging cough. It was the sound of a human about to vomit; I sped across the room and rolled Festina onto her side just as she gagged again. A spew of yellow phlegm erupted from deep within her, spattering onto the ground. It poured out in streams, puddling on top of the soil. I put an arm around her to hold her steady… and I knelt there, supporting Festina with one hand and baby Starbiter with the other.
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sp; "Come out now, Nimbus," I whispered as Festina took a ragged breath. "Your job is done. You have vanquished the enemy. Come out."
But he did not come out. He did not appear and he did not appear and he did not appear… until I realized he had already come out and I just did not recognize him. The spew on the ground was comprised half of golden nanites and half of Nimbus.
Both halves were dead.
I stared at the puddle as it slowly seeped into the dirt. Then I lowered my face to my friend’s shoulder and wept.
True Freedom
"Well, well, well," said a familiar nasal voice, "three cheers for the visiting team! At the closing whistle, the score is Oar 2, Shaddill nothing."
I lifted my head. The Pollisand stood perched on the rim of the basin, looking down at the purple lumps that had once been Immu and Esticus. A creature his size could not possibly balance on the narrow basin wall, but he was there anyway; he pranced a few steps in a rhinoceroid victory dance, then jumped to the floor. "How are you lovely ladies doing?"
"We are splendid," I answered, "no thanks to you. But Nimbus is doing most poorly; you must bring him back to life."
Deep in the Pollisand’s throat, his eyes grew dim. "Can’t do that," he said. "Sorry."
"You can do that," I replied. "You have told me repeatedly how clever you are. You could bring Nimbus back just as you did for me; you must do it now."
"No, I must not," the Pollisand said… and there was something steely in his voice, something much different from the grating tone he usually affected. "Your friend Nimbus made a choice, Oar: a conscious decision to be more than a slave to some absentee owner, even though he knew it might cost him his life. I do not tamper with the results of such decisions."
"But you saved me… when I consciously made a decision to fall eighty stories!"
"You didn’t believe you would die. You didn’t believe you could die. When you grabbed your enemy and jumped out that window, you thought he would die but you’d be just fine; hardly a deliberate sacrifice like Nimbus."
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