An explosion knocked her off her feet. Her mouth and nose filled with brine. For a moment she was a child again, fleeing the invaders with her family. Explosions smashed the air around them, and she saw the terror on her mother’s face. They fled through the ruined city even as Say fled through leaky hallways, until they turned a corner and ran straight into a contingent of enemy soldiers. She could still hear their laughter as they raped her sister and mother, then turned to her. She was not going to let that happen anymore. If she just saved the experiment, everything would be all right. She could sleep without hearing her mother’s screams or her sister’s cries.
The Nursery was waist-deep in water. Say rushed into it and scrabbled at the nearest unit. It was underwater. Say would have to yank the subject above the water line the moment she opened the unit. She was fumbling at the controls when a detonation crashed through the room. Dr. Jillias Say had time to look up and scream once before the ocean burst through the ceiling and swept down to claim her.
It took them over an hour to reach land. By then, the submersile was so hot, Vidya was drenched in sweat. She was exhausted as well, and she had no idea what time it was. It felt as if weeks had passed, but it couldn’t have been more than a few hours. Her entire body ached.
As it turned out, the sun had just set when they arrived at the shore. Garinn was able to extend the tunnel up to the beach, a good thing since the submersile was too heavily laden to surface. Everyone rushed to exit except Garinn and Kri. Before Vidya realized what was going on, the exit tunnel slid back underwater and a trail of bubbles indicated the submersile was moving away. She was too tired to care.
They stood on the beach. City lights gleamed further up the shore, perhaps a kilometer away. The air was delightfully cool after the submersile’s close quarters. The slaves huddled together uncertainly and the guard did the same. Vidya gathered her husband, son, and daughter to her in giant embrace and tears trickled down her face.
A cold hand on Vidya’s arm broke the moment. She turned to see Jeren.
“You’re all under arrest,” he said.
Sejal tensed beside her and Vidya stared coldly at Jeren. After a long moment, he released her.
“We are all free here,” Vidya said. She pitched her voice to include the slaves. “No one is enslaved to anyone else. Any who wish to come with us may do so.”
The four of them turned and walked away, hand in hand. After a moment, two of the slaves followed, then four, then all twelve. Five of the guard did so as well. The rest watched them go.
“What is my wife doing?” Prasad asked.
Vidya smiled. “Following the advice of a wise man who said, ‘Our old community was destroyed. If we wish to survive, we must build a new one.’“
And she paused in the walking long enough to kiss him.
EPILOGUE
THE RINGS AROUND PLANET GEM
Somewhere the Sky touches the Earth, and the name of that place is the End.
—Anonymous
Tears of joy trickled down Padric Sufur’s face. Reports were already filtering in from his courier ships, the ones he had placed in strategic spots all over the galaxy for just this moment. He had done it. The Dream was all but useless for communication. Governments everywhere were in chaos. The war between the Independence Confederation and the Empire of Human Unity had fallen apart. Generals and admirals, safely ensconced on their home worlds light years from the actual battleground, had no quick way to send orders, and all military powers were based on a quick way to send orders. A few skirmishes had managed to break out, but nothing serious. War as Padric knew it had ended.
The holographic screen winked out at Padric’s command. He wiped the tears from his cheeks, picked up his wine glass, and wandered over to the wall of the clear dome. The glittering road of ice that circled ahead of his asteroid and around Gem, the gas giant, stood out achingly clear among the stars. He took a smooth sip of wine, letting it play over his tongue. One very interesting report stated that her Imperial Majesty Empress Kan maja Kalii had disappeared in all the chaos. Her bodyguards had found the crown jewels that always orbited her head piled carelessly on her throne, the Imperial robes in an untidy heap on the floor. Fate—or Padric—had provided her the opportunity and she had taken it.
Padric sighed heavily. He could no longer reach the Dream, or even sense it directly, but, he mused, it was a small price to pay. His fortune was safe. He had moved all his assets to series of banks within easy reach of a slipship long before the Despair, as everyone was now calling it. There was also the fact that his messenger fleet was in the best position to take control of a sizeable chunk of what he was sure would become the new communication network. No human ever did anything for purely altruistic reasons. Padric knew better than to try to be an exception.
All this was thanks to Sejal.
For the first time in his life, Padric raised his glass in silent toast to a fellow human being.
How Kendi decided on a wake, Ben didn’t know. It didn’t strike him as particularly Australian. True, Kendi liked to drop odd bits of Aboriginal culture like a sower dropping seeds, but no matter how hard Ben tried, he couldn’t imagine a tribe of Aborigines standing around a piano singing “Danny Boy.”
Still, he thought, sipping from an enormous beer mug, Mom would have laughed and joined in.
The house, once Ara’s and now Ben’s, though he couldn’t bring himself to live there yet, was crammed to the rafters. People—human, Ched-Balaar, and other races—occupied every inch of floor space, and the crowd overflowed onto the wraparound balcony. It felt like the entire monastery was there.
At first Ben had been surprised at the turnout. During the Despair, dozens of people had died at the monastery alone, never mind the hundreds in the main city. It didn’t seem to Ben that there would be many in the mood to celebrate the life of a single Mother Adept. But as Ben circulated, he realized that people were remembering not only his mother, but their own dearly departed as well. He even heard people mention Pitr and Grandfather Melthine, who had slipped from his coma into a quiet death before the Despair fully struck.
Ben accepted condolences and hugs from various monks and listened to the stories they told about his mother. He hadn’t realized how many people her life had touched. Several people had clearly held her in awe, and one man told Ben that although he had never met Mother Adept Araceil in person, she had been a role-model to him all his life and he regretted not having the chance to tell her.
“I feel the same way,” Ben replied around an unexpected lump in his throat.
Ben’s aunt, uncle, and cousins were nowhere to be seen. They had lost all ability to enter the Dream and had so far refused to leave their homes. Ben’s grandmother Salman was there, however. She caught Ben’s eye across the room and raised her glass. Ben returned the salute. She couldn’t enter the Dream either, but it didn’t seemed to faze her. Now that Bellerophon had lost touch with the Independence Confederation, the planet’s council was already constructing a senatorial form of government, and Salman Reza had thrown herself into the middle of it. Ben could see where Ara had gotten her determination.
Sejal, Vidya, Prasad, and Katsu were also present. After Kendi had come out of the Dream, he had insisted they immediately set course for Rust. The planet was in chaos. A hundred factions had sprung up and the planet was almost frantically carving itself into separate countries. The Unity guard had made a half-hearted attempt at keeping order, but many of its own soldiers deserted, and there was no way to send for more.
Kendi embarked on some extensive Dream experimentation. He learned that he was one of the few Silent who could still reach the Dream, though he could no longer keep human shape there or conjure up perfectly-formed landscapes. He scoured the Dream until he ran into Sejal, who was happy to see him. Sejal, apparently, could still enter the Dream at will and was thus able to tell Kendi where on Rust to find him.
Sejal and the others with him wanted off Rust—Sejal so he could study music
and Vidya so she could escape various memories. Kendi was startled to learn that Vidya’s husband Prasad and her daughter Katsu had turned up alive, and it took some time to get through all the stories.
Kendi also told Ben about his meeting with the Real People. Uncharacteristically, Kendi came to the conclusion that the “family” the Real People referred to was metaphorical. He and the Vajhurs shared a common experience that made them family, which was why the Real People had told him to go to Rust.
Ben set down his mug and took a chair. Partygoers were trickling away. A pair of drunken Ched-Balaar staggered toward the walkway as if they had trouble figuring out which of their eight legs belonged to which body. Eventually, only the Vajhurs and the original crew of the Post Script were left. Gretchen and Trish had weathered the Despair, though only Trish could still reach the Dream. Gretchen had put on a brave face, but it was clear she wasn’t taking it well.
The group sat around on couches, chairs, and the floor, talking comfortably. Kendi, cross-legged on the floor in front of Ben’s armchair, leaned back between Ben’s knees. Ben, enjoying the warmth and closeness, rubbed the back of Kendi’s neck. Kendi sighed. An emerald ring gleamed on his finger, proclaiming his recent promotion to Father.
Sejal, meanwhile, got up and crossed over to Harenn. He said something to her that Ben couldn’t hear. She stiffened and her eyes went wide above her veil. They both came over to Ben’s chair.
“I need to talk to you, Kendi,” Sejal said in low, urgent tones. “Ben too, I guess.”
“What about?” Kendi asked.
“It’s private. Can we go somewhere else?”
With a shrug, Ben got up, pulled Kendi to his feet, and lead the little group toward one of the guest rooms. A little ways away, Vidya and Trish were involved in an animated discussion about the job training program they were setting up for the slaves the Vajhurs had rescued from Rust, and Prasad occasionally put in his own comments. No one glanced their way.
Ben shut the guest room door. Stray glasses and snack plates indicated the room had been used during the wake. Harenn perched on the edge of the bed, and Sejal’s face was serious. Kendi looked mystified but curious.
“I’ll come straight to it,” Sejal said. “In all the fuss, I forgot to tell you guys about it and I only remembered just now.”
“What?” Kendi asked.
“It’s about your family,” Sejal said.
Ben stiffened. He and Kendi were just settling in together. Kendi had quietly moved his few possessions back into Ben’s little house, and Ben found it comforting beyond words to wake up next him. He didn’t want to hare off to unknown parts on another wild hunt. But a quick glance at Kendi showed only polite interest, not thirsty curiosity, on the other man’s face.
“What about them?” Kendi asked.
“And why am I here?” Harenn put in.
“When I was in the Dream and gathering everyone together,” Sejal said, “I felt every Silent in the galaxy. It was weird. We were a group, but I could still feel individuals. Three minds felt familiar to me, even though I had never touched them before. Everything got really busy after that, and I sort of forgot about it.”
“Felt familiar?” Kendi repeated slowly.
Sejal nodded, his pale blue eyes full of adult seriousness. “Two of the minds felt similar to yours, Kendi. I can’t describe it better than that. One of them was a man, the other was a woman, and they’re both slaves on a planet named Drim.”
Kendi’s arms crept around his body until he was hugging himself tightly. “Drim,” he whispered.
Sejal nodded again. “I think you need to go there. You can probably track them through sales records, and they might know where the rest of your family is.”
Harenn leaned forward and grasped Sejal’s arm. “And the third one…was it my son?”
“Yes,” Sejal told her. “He’s on a planet named Klimkinnar. He’s a slave, too.”
Harenn put a hand to her mouth beneath her veil. She tried to say something, but all that emerged was a choking sound. Ben sat beside her on the bed, his own heart overcome with emotion.
“Are you all right?” he asked Harenn. “Do you want something to drink?”
She shook her head and stood up. Ben saw she was shaking. “I want to get ready to leave.”
Kendi put a restraining hand on her shoulder. “Not until we’ve both had a good night’s sleep. In the morning I’ll get authorization to start an expedition.”
Ben stared. Kendi noticed.
“What?” he said.
“Nothing,” Ben replied. “We should all get some sleep.”
Harenn started for the door, halted, came back. Moving quickly, she lifted her veil and kissed Sejal on the cheek. Ben caught sight of a pretty, lined face. Sejal blushed furiously as Harenn rushed from the room.
“Do the Children still organize hunts for Silent?” Ben asked. “I mean, the Dream’s been—”
“There are still Silent who can enter the Dream,” Kendi said, “and the Children still need them. Now more than ever.” He leveled a hard brown gaze at Ben. “Speaking of which, Benjamin Rymar, I was wondering something.”
Ben looked at him innocently. “What’s that?”
“Have you tried to enter the Dream since Sejal brought you there?”
Ben tried to keep a straight face but a smile burst through. “Once or twice. I used some of Mom’s connections to get my drug dosage figured out.”
“And?”
“And what?”
Kendi made an exasperated sound. “Could you do it?”
Ben kissed him. Sejal made “woo-woo” noises. The embrace became more intense, however, and after a while, a faint flush crept up Sejal’s face.
“I’ll just…I mean, I can…oh, shit.” He fled.
When they separated, Ben patted Kendi on the cheek. “Ever think you’d see an ex-prostitute blush twice in one day?”
“You bastard,” Kendi said, still irked. “You’ve been visiting the Dream for—what? Days? Weeks? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Well, I’m not surprised.” He kissed Ben again, though not as intensely as before. “You always did have to be different.”
Ben only smiled. “So whose family do we go after first? Yours or Harenn’s?”
“Harenn’s,” Kendi said promptly. “She goes home to an empty house every night. I don’t. We should probably—” He paused. “All life! I just realized—the Real People told me to go to Rust so Sejal could tell me where to look for my family. It wasn’t a metaphor after all.”
“It’s amazing what you find,” Ben said philosophically, “once you stop looking.”
“Let’s go tell the others, if Harenn hasn’t already. See who wants to go.”
“You go ahead,” Ben told him. “Just save me a space on the crew roster. Father Kendi.”
Kendi flashed a bright grin and left. Ben watched him go, then wandered over to the window, opened it, leaned outside. The air was cool and damp on his face. Leaves rustled in a very slight breeze. Far below the house, amid the foggy ferns, lay his mother’s grave. Ben had had her buried at the foot the talltree, and already it seemed as if he could feel her presence in the leaves and branches.
“Thanks, Mom,” he whispered. “Thank you for everything.”
He stayed at the window, staring out into the foggy night. A long moment passed. Then Benjamin Rymar firmly shut the window and turned back to his life.
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