The Last Guardian (36 page)

Oshere turned away from her. “I … wish you to have the stone, Nu-Khasisatra. I am a prince of the Dianae. The high priest is dead, and I have the right to bestow the stone. Take it. Use it well.”

“Let me have it just for a moment,” pleaded Amaziga. “Let me make Oshere well again.”

“No!” Oshere shouted. “The Sipstrassi will not work against itself; you have seen that. It made me what I am. The power is too great to waste on a man like me. Can you not understand that, Chreena? I am a lion who walks like a man. Even magic cannot change what I am … what I will become. It does not matter, Chreena. You and I, we will see the ocean, and that is all I want.”

“What about what I want?” she asked him. “I love you, Oshere.”

“And I love you, Dark Lady … more than life. I always will. But nothing is forever, not even love.” He turned to Nu. “How will you find your way home?”

“There is a circle of stones beyond what was once the royal gardens. I shall go there.”

“I will walk with you,” said Oshere, and the three men left the chamber. Amaziga stayed beside the dead priest, staring at the golden scrolls.

The circle of stones had been largely untouched by the centuries, though one stone had cracked and fallen. Nu
walked to the center of the circle and offered his hand to Shannow.

“I learned much, my friend,” he said. “Yet I did not discover the Sword of God as I was commanded.”

“I’ll find it, Nu … and do what needs to be done. You find your family.”

“Farewell, Shannow. God’s love be with you.”

Shannow and Oshere walked out of the circle, and Nu lifted the stone and cried out in a language Shannow could not understand. There was no flash of light, no drama. One moment he was there … the next he had gone.

Shannow felt a sense of loss as he turned to Oshere. “You are a man of courage,” he said.

“No, Shannow, I wish that I were. But Sipstrassi has made me what I am. Chreena used the magic of the stones to reshape me, but almost immediately I began to revert. She is a stubborn woman, and she would use all the stones in the world to hold me. Such a gift from God should not be wasted in that way.”

The two men walked slowly back to the temple. Crowds had gathered, and the bodies of the slain priests were being carried from the building. “Why did they not fight?” asked Shannow. “There were so few of the enemy.”

“We are not warriors, Shannow. We do not believe in murder.”

Inside the temple Amaziga joined them, her face set and hard.

“We must talk, Shannow. Excuse us, Oshere.” She led the Jerusalem Man back into the inner sanctum; the priest’s body was gone, but blood still stained the floor. Amaziga swung on him. “You must follow the killer and stop him. It is vital.”

“Why? What harm can he do?”

“The sword must be left as it is.”

“I still do not see why. If it serves God’s purpose …”

“God, Shannow? God has nothing to do with the
sword. Sword? What am I saying? It is not a sword, Shannow; it is a missile—a nuclear missile. A flying bomb.”

“Then the Parson will blow himself to hell. Why concern yourself?”

“He will blow us
all
to hell. You have no conception of the power of that missile, Shannow. It will destroy everything that you could see from the tower. For two hundred miles the earth will be scorched and laid bare. Can you comprehend that?”

“Explain it to me.”

Amaziga took a deep breath, trying to marshal her words. She was a Guardian and a teacher, her memory had been enhanced by Sipstrassi, and she could summon all the facts concerning the missile, yet none of them would help her explain it to Shannow. It was an MX (Missile eXperimental). Length: 34.3 meters. Diameter: 225 centimeters at first stage. Speed: 18,000 miles per hour at burnout. Range: 14,000 kilometers. Yield: 10 × 350 kilotons. Ten warheads, each with the capacity to destroy a city. How could she explain that to an Armageddon savage?

“In the Between Times, Shannow, there was great fear and hatred. Men built awesome weapons, and one was used on a city during a terrible war. It destroyed the city utterly; hundreds of thousands of people were killed by that single blast. But soon the bombs were made even more powerful, and great rockets were constructed that could carry the bombs from one continent to another.”

“How did the nations survive?”

“They didn’t, Shannow,” she said simply.

“And these bombs caused the earth to topple?”

“Not exactly. But that is not important. The … Parson?… must not be allowed to interfere with the missile.”

“Why does it stand in the sky? Why is it surrounded by crosses, if not from God?” he asked.

“Come back to my rooms and I will tell you as best I can. I do not have all the answers. But promise me, Shannow, that when I have explained it to you, you will ride to stop him.”

“I will decide that
when
you have explained it all.”

He followed her to her chambers and sat down opposite her desk.

“You know,” she said, “that this land was once below the oceans? Where we are now was once an area of sea known as the Devil’s Triangle. It acquired that name because of the unexplained disappearances of ships and planes. You understand about planes?”

“No.”

“Men used to … It was discovered that it was possible for machines to take to the skies. They were called planes; they had wide wings and engines that propelled them at great speeds through the air. What you will see clustered in the sky around the … sword, are not crucifixes or crosses but planes. They are trapped in some sort of stasis field … Dear God, Shannow, this is impossible!” She poured a goblet of wine from the pitcher on her desk and drank deeply, then leaned forward. “The Atlanteans used the power of a great Sipstrassi Stone and aimed it at the sky. Why, I do not know, but they did it. When Atlantis sank beneath the oceans, the power of the stone continued. It trapped more than a hundred planes and ships. It would have been more, but the field is very narrow; the power has been decreasing over the years, and the ships fell to earth. You can still find their ruined hulks out on the desert beyond the Chaos Peak. How it trapped the missile I can only guess. When the earth toppled for the second time, there were massive earthquakes. By then the weapons centers were run by computers, and they probably registered the enormous earthquakes as nuclear strikes and responded. That’s why the levels of radiation are still so high over most of the world. The earth toppled, missiles were released, and any
opportunity of salvaging some remnants of civilization was gone. This missile was probably fired from somewhere in a country called America. It crossed the stasis field and has remained there for three hundred years.”

“But surely the Between Timers would have seen—as we do—the planes hanging in the air. If they had such great weapons, why did they not destroy the stone?”

“I don’t think they
could
see the planes. I think the Sipstrassi was originally programmed to hold the objects in another dimension that is invisible to us. Only when the power began to drain did they become visible.”

Shannow shook his head. “I do not understand any of this, Amaziga; it is beyond me. Planes? Stasis fields? Computers? But I have been having strange dreams lately. I am sitting in a crystal bubble inside a giant cross high in the sky. There is a voice whispering in my ear; it is someone called Tower, and he is telling me to assume a bearing due west. My voice—and yet not my voice—tells him we do not know which way is west. Everything is wrong … strange. Even the ocean does not look as it should.”

“The crystal bubble, Shannow, is the cockpit of a plane. And the voice you heard was not from someone called Tower but the control tower in a place called Fort Lauderdale. And the voice that was yours and yet not yours was that of Lieutenant Charles Taylor, flying one of five Navy Avenger torpedo bombers on a training run. You can still see them in formation close to the missile. Trust me, Shannow. Stop the Parson.”

He rose. “I don’t know that I can. But I will try,” he told her.

32

B
ETH
M
C
A
DAM
AWOKE
with her head pounding and her body sore. She sat up and saw the two men who had dragged her from her cabin. Grabbing a rock, she pushed herself to her feet. “You slimy sons of bitches!” she hissed. The taller of the men rose smoothly to his feet and moved toward her. Her hand flew up, with the rock poised to smash his temple, but he blocked the blow with ease and backhanded her to the ground.

“Do not seek to annoy me,” he said. His hair was chalk-white, his face young and unlined. He knelt beside her. “You will come to no harm; you have the promise of Magellas. We merely need you to help us complete a mission.”

“My children?”

“They are unharmed. And the man Lindian struck was only unconscious; there was no lasting damage.”

“What is this mission?” she asked, tensing herself for a second attack.

“Do not be foolish,” he advised her. “If you choose to be troublesome, I will break both your arms.” Beth let the rock fall from her fingers. “You ask about our mission,” he continued, smiling. “We are sent to dispatch Jon Shannow. He holds you in some esteem, and he will give himself up to us in return for your safety.”

“In a pig’s eye!” she retorted. “He’ll kill you both.”

“I do not think so. I have come to know Jon Shannow,
to respect him—even to like him. He will surrender himself.”

“If you like him, how can you think of killing him?”

“What has emotion to do with duty? The king, my father, says Shannow must die. Then he
will
die.”

“Why don’t you just face him like men?”

Magellas chuckled. “We are executioners, not duelists. Had I been instructed to face him on equal terms, then I would have done so, as would my brother Lindian. But it is not necessary and therefore would constitute a foolish risk. Now we will proceed with—or without—your willing help. But I do not wish to break your arms. Will you help us? Your children need you, Beth McAdam.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you will stay with us and not try any more foolishness with rocks.”

“I don’t have a lot of choices, do I?”

“Say the words anyway. It will make me feel more relaxed.”

“I’ll do as you say. That good enough for you?”

“It will suffice. We have prepared some food, and it would be our pleasure if you joined us for a meal.”

“Where are we?” Beth asked.

“We are sitting in one of your holy places, I believe,” answered Magellas, pointing to the star-filled sky. Several hundred feet above them, glistening silver in the moonlight, hung the Sword of God.

Amaziga Archer sat alone after Shannow had gone. On her desk were the sacred scrolls guarded by the Dianae. Her husband, Samuel, had spent four years teaching her the meaning of the symbols, which resembled the cuneiform writings of ancient Mesopotamia. For the main part the gold foils were covered with astrological notes and charts of star systems. But the last three, including one missed by the Parson, contained the thoughts of the astrologer Araksis.

Amaziga read the words of the first two and shivered.

There was much there that was beyond her, but it tallied with ancient legends concerning the doom of Atlantis. They had found a great power source but had misused it, and the oceans had risen up and the continent had been buried beneath the waves. Now Amaziga understood. In opening the gates of time they had altered the delicate balance of gravity. Instead of spinning contentedly around the sun, the earth had been exposed to the gravitational pull of a second sun and perhaps more. The earthquakes and volcanic eruptions outlined in Araksis’ scrolls were merely indications of a tortured world pulled in opposing directions and teetering on its axis. The earthquakes now were exactly the same; with two colossal suns in the sky, the gravitational drag was causing the planet to tremble.

Shannow had been right: The imminent fall of Atlantis represented a deadly danger to the new world. One of the great mysteries the Guardians had never been able to solve was the eyewitness accounts of the Second Fall, when ten thousand years of civilization had been ripped from the surface of the planet. Those eyewitnesses had spoken of two suns in the sky. Amaziga had been educated in the theory that what had been seen was in fact a nuclear explosion. Now she was not so sure. The gold scrolls spoke of a gateway to a world of flying machines and great weapons. The circle of history? When Atlantis fell, did it drag the twenty-first century with it? And what of the twenty-fourth … What of now? Dear God, was the earth to fall again?