A Deepness in the Sky (85 page)

The Speaker left the tip of the stone needle, and General Smith climbed up, negotiating a tricky passage around the other. Smith was silent for a moment, once she reached the point. Her forelegs waved in a little spiral, as if encouraging foolish persons to get close to her maw. Hiss and clatter came from the speaker. On the "translated" image, a legend appeared over her representation:SMILING GENTLY AT THE AUDIENCE.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Parliament." The voice was strong and beautiful—Trixia Bonsol's voice. Nau noticed Ezr Vinh's head jerk slightly at the sound of her. The diag traces on Vinh rose with the usual conflicted intensity.He'll be usable, just long enough, thought Nau.

"I come here speaking for my King, and with his full authority. I come here hoping I can offer enough to win your trust."

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Parliament." Rank on rank, the Elected looked back upon Victory Smith. All their attention was hers, and Hrunkner felt the power of the General's personality flowing as strongly as ever it had done. "I come here speaking for my King, and with his full authority. I come here hoping I can offer enough to win your trust.

"We are at a point in history where we can destroy all progress that has been made—or we can make good on all the efforts of the past and achieve an unbounded paradise. These two outcomes are the two sides of our one situation. The bright outcome depends on trust for one another."

There were scattered hoots of derision, the Kindred partisans. Unnerby wondered if all of those had tickets off Southland. Surely they must realize that any lesser payoff would leave them as dead as the country they were betraying, once the bombs started falling.

The General had told him that Pedure was down here herself.Iwonder... Unnerby looked in all directions as the General spoke, his gaze most intensely upon the shadows and sergeants-at-arms.There. Pedure was sitting on the proscenium, not a hundred feet from Smith. After all these years, she was more confident than ever.Wait a little longer, dear HonoredPedure. Maybe my General can surprise you.

"I have a proposal. It is simple but it has substance—and it can be put into place very quickly." She motioned for Tim Downing to pass the data cards to the Speaker's clerk. "I think you know my position in the force structure of the Accord. Even the most suspicious of you will grant that, while I am here, the Accord must show the restraint it has publicly promised. I am authorized to offer a continuance of this state. You of the Southland Parliament may pick any three persons of the Accord—including myself, including the King himself—for indefinite residence at our embassy here at Southmost." It was the most primitive peacekeeping strategy, though more generous than ever in the past, since she was offering the choice of hostages to the other side. And more than ever in history, it was practical. The Accord Embassy at Southmost was plenty big enough to house a small city, and with modern communications it would not even cripple the important activities of the hostage. If the Parliament was not totally corrupted, this might stick a bar between the legs of onrushing disaster.

The Elected were silent, even Pedure's buddies. Shocked? Facing up to the only real options they had? Listening for instructions from their boss?Something was going on. In the shadows behind Smith, Hrunkner could see Pedure talking intensely to an aide.

When Victory Smith's speech ended, Benny's parlor rang with applause. There had been stark shock when the speech began, when everyone saw how living Spiders really looked. But the words of the speech had fit the personality of Victory Smith, and that was something most people were familiar with. The rest would take a lot of getting used to, but...

Rita Liao caught Benny's sleeve as he sailed by with drinks for the ceiling. "You shouldn't have Qiwi up front all by herself, Benny. She can squeeze in here, and still talk to everyone."

"Um, okay." It was the Podmaster who had suggested the front-row solitude, but surely it couldn't matter when things were going so well. Benny delivered the drinks, listening to the happy speculations with half his attention.

"—between that speech and our meddling, they should be safe as temps at Triland—"

"Hey, we could beon the ground in less than four Msecs! After all these years—"

"Space or ground, who cares? We'll have the resources to dump the birth bans—"

Yes, the birth bans. Our own, human version of the oophase taboo. MaybeI can finally ask Gonle— Benny's mind shied away from the thought. It was tempting fate to act too soon. Nevertheless, he suddenly felt happier than he had in a long time. Benny avoided the tables by diving across the central gap, a quick detour in Qiwi's direction.

She nodded at Rita's suggestion. "That would be nice." Her smile was tentative, and her eyes had barely flicked away from the parlor's display screens. General Smith was climbing down from the speaker's platform.

"Qiwi! Things are working out just like the Podmaster planned. Everyone wants to congratulate you!"

Qiwi petted the kitten in her arms gently, but with a kind of intense protectiveness. She looked at him and her expression was oddly puzzled. "Yes, it's all working out." She rose from the table and followed Benny across the space to Rita's table.

"I have to talk to him, Corporal.Immediately. " Rachner drew himself up as he spoke the words, projecting fifteen years of colonelcy into his manner.

And for a moment the young corporal wilted before his glare. Then the oophase cobblie must have noticed the traces of fizz barf on Thract's maw and the bedraggled state of his uniform. He shrugged, his gaze watchful and closed. "I'm sorry, sir, you're not on the list."

Rachner felt his shoulders droop. "Corporal, just ring down to him. Tell him it's Rachner, and it's a matter of...of life and death." And as soon as he said the words, Thract wished he hadn't asserted this absolute truth. The cobblie stared at him for a second—debating whether to throw him out? Then something like sick pity seemed to rise in his aspect; he opened a comm line and spoke to someone inside.

A minute passed. Two. Rachner paced the visitor holding box. At least it was out of the wind; he'd frozen the tips of two hands just climbing the stairs from Underhill's helipad. But...an external guard, and a holding box? Somehow, he hadn't expected such security. Maybe some good had come out of his losing his job. It had wakened the others to the need for protection.

"Rachner, is that you?" The voice that came from the sentry's comm was frail and querulous. Underhill.

"Yes, sir. Please, I've got to talk to you."

"You—you lookterrible, Colonel. I'm sorry, I—" His voice faded. There was mumbling in the background. Someone said, "The speech went well...plenty of time now." Then he was back, and sounding much less drifty. "Colonel, I'll be up in a few minutes."

FIFTY-THREE

"An excellent speech. It could not have been better if we had scripted it." In the flat video from theHand, Ritser rattled on, well pleased with himself. Nau just nodded, smiling. Smith's peace proposal was strong enough to bring the Spider militaries to a pause. It would give the humans time to announce themselves, and propose cooperation. That was the official story, a risky plan that would leave the Podmasters in a second-class position. In fact, about 7Ksec from now, Anne's zipheads would initiate a sneak attack by Smith's own military. The resulting Kindred "counterattack" would complete the planned destruction.And we'll step in and pickup the pieces.

Nau looked out over North Paw's afternoon brightness, but his huds were filled with a view of Trinli and Vinh, sitting in the flesh just a couple meters from him. Trinli had a faintly amused expression, but his fingers never stopped their flickering work on his assignment, monitoring the nuclear munitions in Kindred territory. Vinh? Vinh looked nervous; the diagnostic tags that hovered by his face showed that he knew something was up but hadn't quite figured out what it was. It was time to move him out of the way, a few brief errands. When he came back events would be in motion...and Trinli would back up the Podmaster's story.

Anne Reynolt's voice came tiny in Nau's ear. "Sir, we have an emergency."

"Yes, go ahead." Nau spoke easily, not turning away from the lake. Inside, though, something froze in his guts. This was the closest he had ever heard Anne come to panicky sharpness.

"Our pet subversive has stepped up the pace. There's much less masking. He's grabbing everything that's loose. A few thousand more seconds and he can shut us zipheads down....It's Trinli, sir, ninety percent probability."

But Trinli is sitting right here, before my very eyes! And I need him toback up the post-attack lies."I don't know, Anne," he said aloud. Maybe Anne was freaking. It was possible, though he had been tracking her meds and MRI tuning more closely than ever before.

Anne shrugged, didn't reply. It was the typical dismissive gesture of a ziphead. She had done her best, and he was welcome to ignore her advice and go to hell.

This was not a distraction he needed when forty years' work was coming to a cusp.Which was exactly why an enemy might pick this moment finallyto act.

Kal Omo was standing right behind Nau, and was on the private link with Reynolt. Of the other three guards, only Rei Ciret was actually in the room. Nau sighed. "Okay, Anne." He gave Omo an invisible signal to get the rest of his team into the room.We'll put these two on ice, deal with themlater.

Nau had given his targets no warning, yet—from the corner of his vision, he saw Trinli's hand flicker in a throwing gesture. Kal Omo gave a gargling scream.

Nau pulled himself under the table. Something slammed into the thick wood above him. There was a chatter of wire-gun fire, another scream.

"He's getting away!"

Nau slid across the floor and bounced up toward the ceiling on the far side of the table. Rei Ciret was in midair, flailing at Ezr Vinh. "Sorry, sir! This one jumped me." He pushed the bleeding body away; Vinh had bought Trinli the instant he needed to escape. "Marli and Tung will get him!"

Indeed they were trying. The two sprayed wire-fire up the hillside, toward the forest. But Trinli was way ahead of them, flying from tree to tree. Then he was gone, and Tung and Marli were halfway to the forest in hot pursuit.

"Wait!" Nau's voice roared over the lodge speakers. A lifetime of obedience stopped their reckless pursuit. They came carefully back down the hillside, scanning for threats all the way. Shock and rage were strong in their faces.

Nau continued in a lower voice. "Get inside. Guard the lodge." It was the sort of basic direction a podsergeant would give, but Kal Omo was...Nau floated back to the meeting table, the etiquette of consensual gravity set aside for the moment. Something sharp and shiny was wedged in the edge of the table, just at the point where he had dived for cover. A similar blade had slashed across Omo's throat; its butt end protruded from the podsergeant's windpipe. Omo had stopped twitching. Blood hung all around him, drifting only slowly toward the floor. The podsergeant's wire gun was half out of its holster.

Omo was a useful man.Do I have time to put him on ice? Nau thought a second more on tactics and timing...and Kal Omo lost.

The guards hovered around the lodge's windows, but their eyes kept straying back to their podsergeant. Nau's mind raced down chains of consequences. "Ciret, get Vinh tied down. Marli, find Ali Lin."

Vinh moaned weakly as they shoved him onto a chair. Nau came over the table to look more closely at the man. It looked like he'd taken a wire-gun nick across the shoulder. It was bloody, but it wasn't spouting. Vinh would live...long enough.

"Pus, that Trinli was fast," Tung said, blabbering with released tension. "All these years he was just a loud old fart and then—bam—he scragged the podsergeant. Scragged him and then got clean away."

"Wouldn't have been clean if this one hadn't gotten in the way." Ciret prodded Vinh's head with the muzzle of his wire-gun. "They were both fast."

Too fast.Nau slipped the huds off his eyes, and stared at them for a moment. Qeng Ho huds, driven by data off the localizer net. He crumpled the huds into a wad, and dug out the fiberphone that Reynolt had insisted upon as backup. "Anne, can you hear me? Did you see what happened?"

"Yes. Trinli was in motion the moment you signaled Kal Omo."

"Heknew. He could hear your side of the conversation." Pestilence! How could Anne detect the subversion and not notice that Trinli had broken into their comm?

"...Yes. I only guessed a part of what he was up to." So the localizers were Trinli's customized weapon. A trap built across millennia.Who am Ifighting?

"Anne. I want you to cut the wireless power to all the localizers." But localizers were the backbone of Plague knew how many critical systems. Localizers maintained the stability of the lake itself. "Inside North Paw, leave the stabilizers on. Have your zipheads manage them directly, over the fiber."

"Done. Things will be rough, but we can manage. What about the ground ops?"

"Get in touch with Ritser. Things are too complicated to be subtle. We have to advance the groundside time line."

He could hear Anne punching out instructions to her people. But gone was his view of the orders and the threads of ziphead processing assigned to each project. This was like fighting blind. They could lose while they were staggering around in shock.

A hundred seconds later, Anne was back to him. "Ritser understands. My people are helping him set up a simple attack run. We can fine-tune the results later." She spoke with her old, calm impatience. Anne Reynolt had fought battles much harder than this, won a hundred times against overwhelming odds. If only all enemies could be so used.

"Very good. Have you spotted Trinli? I'll bet he's in the tunnels."Ifhe isn't circling back for a second ambush.

"Yes, I think so. We're hearing movement off the old geophones." Emergent equipment.

"Good. Meantime, patch together some synthetic voice to keep the people at Benny's happy."

"Done," came her immediate reply. Already done.

Nau turned back to his guards and Ezr Vinh. A very small breathing space had been created. Long enough to get new orders to Ritser. Long enough to find out a little about what he was really up against.