The Temporal Void v-2

by Peter Hamilton

  'Nothing to be sorry for, Inigo told her. He reached out and gripped her hand. Corrie-Lyn leaned in towards him.

  'If I hadn't come, none of this would have happened. Tin-restoration team would still be alive. You could have carried on rescuing people.

  'The universe doesn't work like that. They would have found me; one way or another. I'm glad it was you.

  'I've killed you. The tears were running freely down her freckled cheeks.

  Inigo stopped the ground crawler and put his arms round her. 'That's just fright you're feeling. You must not blame anyone, least of all yourself.

  'How can you be so calm?

  'All I have seen, all Edeard showed me, it gives me hope. Hope doesn't die just because a life is lost, nor even a million lives. The human race carries on. We have before, many times, we will again.

  'As stupid as ever, she grumbled, wiping at the tears.

  He caught her hand, and brought it to his own face, then slowly licked the moisture from her fingers. 'That's my Corrie-Lyn.

  She nestled up against him. 'I still think it's my fault. I should never have let that psychopath talk me into this.

  'From what you've told me you didn't have a lot of choice.

  '1 could have been bolder. I could have thrown him off a cliff like you did.

  'Well, in the end that hasn't made a lot of difference, has it?

  'I'd prefer not to spend my last moments with him, thank you.

  'We're not dead yet. Inigo let go of her, and turned back to the console. 'Only another two hundred kilometres to my starship.

  'You really have one?

  'I really have one. Smart man, that Aaron, working that out.

  The ground-crawler lurched forwards again. Corrie-Lyn came over from her seat to stand behind Inigo. Her hands massaged his shoulders.

  'How far have we come?

  'About eighty kilometres in the last seventeen hours. He nodded at the windscreen. 'It's getting worse out there. I'm guessing the quakes are the start of the implosion. No wonder the atmosphere is kicking up.

  'We're not going to make it, are we?

  'No.

  She bent down and nipped his ear. 'Hey, you're a messiah. You're supposed to inspire your flock.

  'Would the flock settle for certainty?

  'I thought there were no absolutes.

  'I can see you're going to be a difficult convert.

  The ground crawler juddered alarmingly as the landscape outside heaved. Corrie-Lyn's grip tightened as she struggled against being thrown to the metal decking.

  'Lady, Inigo grunted. The portal projecting the sensor images showed a crack in the ground running almost parallel to the ground crawler, in some places it was over two metres wide. It hadn't been there before the quake.

  Inigo upped the speed of the tracks, sending them wobbling away from the crack.

  'Why did you leave us? Corrie-Lyn asked.

  'No great revelation, he said. 'I was tired. Tired of the expectations. Tired of the Council. Tired of the adulation.

  'And me?

  'No, never you. I wouldn't have stayed as long as I did if it hadn't been for you.

  'I don't believe you.

  Inigo laughed. 'If you're not an absolute, you're definitely a constant. Why don't you believe me?

  'Because I know you, or I did back then. You believed in tin-dreams, in the life the Waterwalker showed us, the life we could live in the Void. You never tired, not of that, not of being our Dreamer. What happened?

  'Maybe I shouldn't have left. Lady, look what's happened because I did. Ethan as Conservator! He was never elevated to Council for a reason, you know. Why did the conclave vote for him? What were you thinking of?

  'Change, she snapped at him. 'Pilgrimage. The Second Dreamer made it possible, or at least believable. But that's not relevant, that's today, not seventy years ago. Why, Inigo? Don't you at least owe me that?

  'There was a dream, he whispered. His mind released a deluge of sadness through his gaiamotes, strong enough to make her shudder in dismay.

  'The Last Dream? she gasped. 'It's real?

  'Not in the way rumour had it.

  'But the Waterwalker died. That was his victory, he'd finally lived every life. The Skylords guided his soul to Odin's Sea. I was there, she growled. 'I lived that dream, the dream you gave us. I lay back on the pyre atop the tallest tower in Eyrie and watched the Skylords return to fill the sky above Makkathran. I rose with him while the whole city sang their hymn of farewell. I received his final gifting to the world. He went to the Heart of the Void! It was so beautiful, and I believed it. I believed in you. Corrie-Lyn shoved her way along the side of Inigo's chair, and knelt down, putting her face inches from his. 'That is the dream I recall so few times because it is so powerful I weep each time at what those of us trapped outside the Void never had. That is the dream that counts. That is the reason I am a member of Living Dream, your movement. And it is why I always will be no matter who is in charge or what ridiculous petty politics affect the Clerics. You gave us that. You made us dream.

  Inigo stared at the sensor projection of the treacherous ground, refusing to meet her eye. His gaiamotes closed up, shutting off his emotions.

  'Tell me, she demanded, so frightened she was trembling. 'Tell me what dream you had.

  'It's just me, he said. 'That's all. It was just my reaction. There's nothing to stop the Pilgrimage, nothing to prevent the faithful from achieving their perfect lives. It just affected me.

  'What is it? Please, Inigo?

  'I had one more dream, he said, still watching the display. 'I saw what happened to Querencia afterwards. After the Waterwalker died. It was the life of one of his descendants living in Makkathran.

  'What did they do? she asked. 'Did they misuse the gift?

  The ground quaked again.

  'No, Inigo said, with a faint smile. 'They used it perfectly.

  Corrie-Lyn grimaced in annoyance as the quake got worse. She clutched at the back of Inigo's seat. Both of them looked at each other as the crawler began to tip over. The sensor display showed the ground lifting and splitting.

  Inigo loaded a quick sequence into the ground crawler's small smartnet. Anchors fired out of the lower fuselage, drilling long spikes deep into the frigid soil. Superstrength cables rewound, the tension tightening the heavy machine's grip on the anchors.

  'Inigo, Corrie-Lyn wailed.

  He gripped her hand. 'We're together, he promised, and opened his mind to her again.

  The ground beneath the crawler heaved with a profound roaring. All six anchor spikes came flying back out of the disintegrating soil, crashing into the side of the vehicle with an almighty clang.

  'Together.

  The ground crawler started to roll. Corrie-Lyn yelled in panic as she was thrown into the side of the cabin, then the walls carried on moving. Inigo was hanging upside down in his seat as the safety webbing held him in place. Corrie-Lyn tumbled down towards the back of the cabin as the angle shifted. The ground crawler was skidding along on its roof. Another judder from the ground pushed it up on its nose and twisted. Several storage locker doors popped open, releasing a clutch of clothes and crockery and food packets that pelted through the interior, bounding about dangerously.

  Corrie-Lyn lost her hold on the galley section to be tossed about. She felt her arm break as she hit the external door. The pain was awful, dulling her mind, even the cabin dipped into grey. She actually thought: This is the end.

  A couple of miserable breaths later and she was still whimpering where she'd fallen. The ground crawler had stopped moving.

  'Hang on, Inigo called above the constant clamour of the blizzard. 'I'm coming.

  She watched him through a haze as her stomach grew very queasy. He had to climb up the side of the forward cabin, twisting round the front chairs with a contortionist's agility. Somehow the ground crawler had finished up standing on its nose, with the deck inclined.

  Inigo wound up sitting on the back of the dri
ver's chair, cradling her. She stared up at the bulkhead above with its small storage locker doors swinging open.

  'My arm, she cried. The dull pain was rising to hot agony. Her exovision medical displays were flashing up tissue damage summaries.

  Inigo looked round the cabin. 'These crawlers always have medic packs; there'll be one around somewhere. Get your nerves to shut down the pain.

  She nodded, which nearly made her squeal. Concentrating on the physiological icons was difficult, but eventually her secondary routines were closing off nerves to her arm. Her ankle was damaged, too, though that was minor compared to the arm. She let out a huge sigh as the pain faded. Nothing she could do about the queasiness, however.

  Inigo left her to rummage through all the junk that was cluttered round them. He found a first aid pack. The case started to analyse the data her macrocellular clusters gave it, and opened up various plyplastic appendages which wiggled across her shoulder. Inigo cut away her sleeve to give it access to her skin.

  'Now what? she asked.

  He glanced at the portal display, which remained resolutely blank. 'We're wedged into a fissure, with our arse sticking up into the air. How's that for dignity.

  'Can your field functions get us out?

  'Not easily. 1 suppose I can give it a go, though.

  'That's good. I was almost worried there.

  He chuckled, and stroked her face. 'We'll just wait a minute. I want to be certain you're all right before I leave you.

  'I don't want you to leave right away, she said shakily. 'Then I'll stay. We're not in any hurry. Not today.

  * * * * *

  The Alexis Denken was only ninety minutes out from Arevalo when Kazimir called.

  'We just lost our communication link with the Lindau, he said.

  Paula, who was sitting at her piano trying to master 'Fur Elise' yet again, let her shoulders slump. 'Oh crap. I thought you were going to warn them to be careful.

  'I did. Evidently I wasn't clear enough.

  'So now Aaron has a Navy ship?

  'A scout ship. And it might be Inigo.

  'Or the Waterwalker himself. Or Nigel's come back. Or maybe… But she didn't finish that one.

  'There's no need to be cruel.

  'We're getting stretched very thin, Kazimir.

  'I know. But there is some good news. The Lindau might not be communicating, but I can still keep track of it.

  'How?

  'There's a secondary transdimensional channel generated by all navy ship drives. It's used for one thing only, to supply us with their location for precisely this reason.

  'I never knew that. So where is it now?

  'Still on Hanko.

  'Interesting. If you're Aaron and you've got yourself a lifeboat, why wait around on a planet that's about to implode?

  'To find what you originally came for.

  'Exactly. Keep me updated.

  'Of course.

  'Are you going to send another ship?

  'The Yangtze is already on its way; I doubt it will get there in time.

  'A River-class no less? You are taking this seriously now. Let us hope it has better luck than the Yenisey. 'And the Lindau.

  * * * * *

  It was raining outside Colwyn City, turbid clouds drizzling the fields and hills with a slick of cold water. A morose day whose lack of wind condemned it to suffer under mist which stifled the land and obscured the upper skies with their pink cirro-stratus clouds. However, inside the force fields, it was dry and sunny as the gloom was diverted round the curving protective barriers.

  The woman was making the most of the artificial climate, walking in a leisurely way up Daryad Avenue's pronounced slope to window shop. Almost half of the stores along the avenue were open, though most of the bars and restaurants were shut. Supply deliveries were non-existent in Colwyn now that the invaders had shut down all capsule flights.

  Most people in the city centre that morning were heading down the slope towards the river. It was the day the Senate delegation was due to arrive. The residents wanted to give them a welcome they couldn't ignore as their starship touched down at the docks. Already, the crowds were swelling round the sealed up perimeter.

  The woman either didn't care or didn't know. She was young, and attractive, wearing a fashionable grey-blue dress whose skirt showed off long legs. Men making their way down the slope cast admiring glances and pinged her. She smiled loftily, ignoring the attention. She also somehow managed to ignore the Ellezelin paramilitary capsules racing low overhead, their sirens screeching and dousing the pavement with strobing lasers.

  Ignoring them to a degree that she was unaware of three larger capsules prowling the sky above the avenue's rooftops. Unaware as they suddenly stopped their circling to powerdive. She was still unaware right up to the moment when their seven-gee deceleration smacked them down beside her with such force their pressure waves burst the glass window she was looking through. She screamed as she was shoved painfully to her knees amid the glittering shards, her arms folded round her head to try and protect her. The big capsules halted, floating ten centimetres above the concrete. Their malmetal doors opened fast, and Major Honilar jumped out, leading his welcome team into a surround and secure formation, putting the woman at the centre of a circle produced by the nozzles of fifteen high calibre energy weapons. She was screaming incoherently as they encircled her, blood running from a hundred tiny glass nicks, her dress all but shredded.

  'Shut the fuck up, Major Honilar bellowed at her.

  Everyone on the outside of the three capsules who had flung themselves flat, lifted their heads to see what in Ozzie's name was going on. They saw an armour suited figure grab the woman's hair and lift her brutally to her feet. Saw the agony on her mutilated face. Saw the horrific amount of blood saturating her clothes, dripping liberally on to the pavement. Several of the more astute ones delivered what they were seeing directly to Unisphere news stations.

  'Araminta, you are now in the protective custody of the Intermediate Ellezelin forces. The suited figure pushed her towards the nearest capsule.

  'Hey! someone on the street protested.

  One of the welcome team fired a small enhanced explosive projectile over their heads. The detonation forced everyone to cower on the floor again.

  'If anyone attempts to interfere with our operation they will be shot, Major Honilar announced loudly. He pushed the bloody, sobbing woman into his capsule, which lifted immediately, its malmetal door still closing as it reached rooftop height. The remainder of the welcome team retreated back into their capsules, covering the prone bystanders in a classic hostile withdrawal protocol.

  Sitting drinking their morning tea on the balcony of the cafe opposite the drama, Oscar and his team watched the last capsule lift hurriedly into the city's artificially clear sky.

  'Good deployment, Beckia said with grudging admiration. She was wearing a silver-edged beret in the local style, helping to make her look even more beguiling.

  'As subtle as a kick in the balls, Tomansio retorted dismissively. 'Look at them. He waved a hand towards the stunned citizens who were slowly picking themselves up. There was a lot of anger on their faces.

  Oscar watched several of them shaking their fists at the sky, shouting obscenities. He was glad he was back wearing civilian clothes. It wasn't going to be pleasant for any of the Ellezelin troops caught alone after today.

  'I think Major Honilar is getting somewhat aggrieved, Beckia said. 'What's that, the fifth Araminta the recognition programs have found for him this morning?

  'Liatris is doing well, Tomansio said.

  'I doubt the latest victim thinks that, Oscar said. He couldn't drink his cinnamon-flavoured espresso now. The callousness he'd just witnessed was triggering a lot of guilt. The poor woman was perfectly innocent, her only crime to have roughly the same dimensions and features as the real Araminta. That way the whole incident could be blamed on the recognition software that had plucked her image from one of the streetwatch
sensors along Daryad Avenue, alerting the welcome team to her location.

  'This is your operation, Oscar, Tomansio rebuked. 'You knew what would have to be done. Don't go soft on us now.

  'Of all the people in the galaxy, I am the one who really understands the concept of collateral damage best of all, Oscar announced.

  'So you are. Then you know she was a necessary casualty.

  'That doesn't make it right.

  'Oscar, Ellezelin invading Viotia isn't right. Hunting Araminta isn't right, but we're all doing it because we all know she has to be found.

  'What was her name? Oscar asked, staring down on the broad avenue. More people wore heading down the slope now, marching to the docks to make their demands heard by the Senate-delegation. It was all futile, he knew. Living Dream didn't care for their opinion, nor that of the Senate. The delegation and talks with Phelim and the Prime Minister were just buying the welcome team more time to find their target.

  'Does it matter? Beckia asked.

  'Yes, actually, it does, Oscar said. 'We used her.

  'I'll have Liatris check it out when he has a moment, Tomansio said.

  'Thank you.

  Tomansio and Beckia finished their drinks. Oscar still couldn't bring himself to touch what was left of his. People were getting hurt, and he was the cause. He knew it was stupid, but he really hadn't considered that aspect of the operation when he agreed to help Paula. Dushiku's Unisphere interface code hung in his exovision, so very very tempting. Talking things through with his calm, rational partner would make things feel so much better. 11 was also a sign of weakness which the Knights Guardian wouldn't take too kindly. So he sighed when Tomansio and Beckia rose from the table and gave him an enquiring glance.

  'Coming, he said.

  They took a public cab from outside the cafe. It rode quickly and smoothly along the metro track that ran down the middle of Daryad Avenue, taking them up the slope into the grid of taller modern buildings. Ten minutes later it dropped them oil in the Palliser precinct, where they walked into a bar that was several social levels below the cafe they'd just left. It was wedged in between a trike repair garage and a wholesale packaging store. A cheap framework of composite which was supposed to have aircoral grown over it; only someone had messed up the pruning hormones leaving one corner and half the roof misshapen, with lumps and cracks. Plastic sheeting had been epoxied over most of the splits decades ago, sealing it against the elements, but they didn't look good. A lot of the patches were peeling away. The current owner had pushed them back and held them down with thick black tape. Sallow fungal weeds were growing out of the pocks on the roof, parasiting the aircoral's paltry nutrients.