Transvergence (67 page)

"I don't care how
old
things are," Katerina went on. "I'll settle for just three things. Number one, I want to know where we are
now
. Number two, I want to know how to get out of here, and back to open space. And number three, I want no more damned
surprises
." She turned to J'merlia. "Now, get on with it."

"But that's what I was trying to tell you." J'merlia had wondered when he would be allowed to speak again. "We went to a planet called Jerome's World, and then on to Labyrinth. We found a way in, and we followed a path that led all the way to a central chamber. But we had been forced to leave our ship, the
Myosotis
, in the outer part of Labyrinth. So while the others examined the middle chamber, I went back to make sure that the ship was all right. I located the
Myosotis
, in the same condition as when I left it. But then I made a mistake. You see, Labyrinth has thirty-seven separate sections, or it did when we entered. I think it has a lot less now, it keeps changing—"

"Like everywhere else," Maddy said grumpily.

"—but I accidentally went through into another part of the interior, and I couldn't get back to where I started. I was still trying to return to the
Myosotis
when I saw your ship."

"Hold it there." Maddy held up her hand. "Let's make sure we understand what you're telling us. First, we're sitting right now inside an artifact called Labyrinth?"

"Correct."

"And Labyrinth is
new
—that's why it's not in the Lang Catalog?"

J'merlia hesitated, and Maddy caught that hesitation.

"Is it new, or isn't it?"

"I was assured that it is new, by Darya Lang and everyone else. But I am not sure." J'merlia told of what he had seen in his long wanderings through Labyrinth, of desiccated black batlike figures, of human skeletons in ancient suits, and of long-dead five-eyed marine giants like nothing in the whole spiral arm. Worst of all, to his eyes, had been the silent forms of a dozen Cecropians, so untouched by death that only a breath seemed needed to bring the Lo'tfian dominatrices back to life.

His listeners sat in silence when he was finished. Maddy Treel finally cleared her throat. "All right. Labyrinth is supposed to be new, but it has old things in it. Maybe they got here the same way we did. But we won't solve anything by sitting here. The main thing is, do you know the way out?"

"I do. It is very simple. All you have to do is head along the direction of the spiral tube that increases in size. You should come to one of the exit points."

"Fine. So that takes care of the second of Katerina's want list. We can get out of here. And I say let's do it, right now. We'd like more explanations, but they can wait."

"But what about Darya Lang and Kallik?"

"You told us yourself that they should have no trouble reaching your ship, and it's intact. You couldn't find your way back there, but that was your own fault. Anyway, this is
our
ship, and we use it as we choose. Katerina, you heard what we have to do. We follow the direction of the expanding spiral, and it takes us back to open space. Let's go, before something else happens. I agree with you, we don't want any more surprises."

Maddy Treel had been leaning against the cabin wall. She suddenly sat upright and cocked her head. Rebka, Tally, J'merlia, and her two sisters were all sitting in front of her. But the faint sound she could hear was coming from
behind
her. It was the air-lock of the
Misanthrope
, opening and closing on its molecular hinges.

Maddy sighed, and swore under her breath. Katerina's third want was going to remain unsatisfied.

The explanations started all over again with a new level of tension, helped slightly by the fact that Darya Lang was indisputably a woman. She had given Hans Rebka a single look of anger and disdain, then ignored him. The Treel sisters liked that. After presenting a united front for a while they had now changed to what Rebka suspected was their natural condition. They were beginning to squabble among themselves, Lissie and Katerina kicking back against Maddy's age and presumption of seniority.

They finally agreed to listen to Darya's story, but patience and polite behavior didn't last very long. Darya began well, disposing of one source of J'merlia's perplexity in two sentences. "Labyrinth
is
new, but it contains old things that had been locked inside other artifacts for ages and then were
brought here
. Just as you were brought here."

"So I was right," Maddy said.

"I'm not an old thing," E.C. Tally objected. "I'm almost new."

"And I don't give a damn whether Labyrinth is full of something old," Katerina interrupted. "Or something new, or even something borrowed and something blue."

"Orange," said E.C. Tally. "The Builders prefer orange."

Katerina glared at him. "Are you sure you're not a man? As I was trying to point out, we were brought here, and that's enough for me. Who cares if Labyrinth is crammed to the rafters with Tenthredans, or Hymenopts, or Lo'tfians, or purple-spotted blue-bummed green-balled Fambezuxian male sexist hooter-honkers. And
you
"—she had seen Tally ready with a puzzled look and a question—"can shut up and learn about those later, from somebody else. I want
out
, and I want out
now
."

Maddy ignored her sister's outburst. "But
why
were we brought here?" she asked thoughtfully. "And what happens next?"

Darya clenched her teeth. So much for the rest of them sitting and listening to any description of Labyrinth. They had no interest at all in hearing what she had to say. "I have no idea why you were brought here. Or what will happen next." She stood up and firmly closed her suit's helmet. "But I'm not going to sit here and listen to you argue with each other. If you want out, then go. I told Kallik that I would return and reveal to her exactly what I found, and I am going to do just that. I have promises to keep."

It made a fine exit line. Darya gave Hans Rebka one last cold look, that said,
I won't deal with you now, you worm, but just you wait
; then she left.

She did not like what she found beyond the airlock. She was in the same chamber, but there had been major changes. The space had somehow increased in size. Its walls had become translucent, and she could see the faint outline of other rooms beyond. Worse than that, the way back, which had been open and easy, was blocked. At the entrance to the tunnel stood the familiar but unwelcome sight of another transportation vortex.

It was still swelling and building. Darya waited. This time she knew what to expect. The pattern was developing in the same way as before: darkness, growing on itself and with a center of swirling, absolute black. Then a ghost image, flickering for the briefest moment across the dark bloated heart.

It took longer this time, because the final size of the vortex was so big that it filled almost the whole expanded chamber. Darya retreated to the illusory shelter of the
Misanthrope
at the far end. She noted that in spite of Lissie's ultimatum the ship had not changed its position. She thought she could see it shaking a little. The fighting among the sisters inside was something better imagined than experienced.

The spectral image became stronger, flashing twice into near-visibility. It was a ship, and a big one, with a slightly peculiar profile. She saw why when it finally popped into full existence and she could examine it for more than a split-second at a time. The new vessel had begun life as a sleek ship with an advanced Fourth Alliance design, but somehow a large part of the aft section had been sheared away. Before she could evaluate the extent of that damage, a hatch on the side was swinging inward. Three human figures jetted out, followed a few moments later by a gigantic fourth shape.

A
familiar
gigantic shape. A Cecropian. Darya's eyes were ready to pop out through her visor. She was beyond surprise when the leading human came zipping over to her.

"What, may I ask, are
you
doing here?" The nasal, arrogant voice had not changed a bit. "Access to this artifact is supposed to be tightly controlled."

"She must have been dumped here, like we were," another voice said, just as familiar. "Hey, Professor, how's it goin'?"

Darya shook her head hopelessly and gestured to the
Misanthrope
, still motionless beside her. "Let's go in there and talk. It can't get any messier inside, and I don't want to be out here when the next shipment arrives."

Darya was wrong. It got much messier within the
Misanthrope
before five minutes had passed, because in less than that interval the next shipment did arrive. Kallik, finding the road between the chambers open, appeared with two of the Tenthredans.

The Treel's exploration ship had been designed for a crew of three, with emergency space for a couple of extra passengers. Packed inside it at the moment were the three Treel sisters, Hans Rebka, E.C. Tally, J'merlia, Louis Nenda, Glenna Omar, Quintus Bloom, Atvar H'sial, Kallik, and the two still-anonymous Tenthredans. Plus, of course, Darya herself.

It would have made more sense to reconvene on the
Gravitas
, but the Treel sisters refused to board any vessel that lacked superluminal capability. As Katerina pointed out, anyone who left Labyrinth on a subluminal ship faced a long crawl home. The presence on the
Gravitas
of a live, adult Zardalu was of less consequence. Maddy and her sisters just didn't believe Louis Nenda, and his comment that passage through a Builder vortex had changed the Zardalu's attitude toward space travel and subdued it considerably was taken as embroidery on an implausible fabrication.

Not everyone was talking at once. It merely felt that way. The only happy being of any species seemed to be Quintus Bloom. He was grinning, and he had started to lecture everyone who would listen as soon as his suit was open.

"Exactly as I expected." The prominent nose was raised high in satisfaction. "Events are occurring
precisely
as my theory predicted."

That wasn't the way Darya remembered things. She looked at Bloom, and then carefully scanned everyone else crowded into the cabin. The expressions on the faces of the nonhumans and of E.C. Tally were largely unreadable, but the rest were a study in contrasts. Maddy and Katerina Treel were edgy and impatient, eager to leave Labyrinth as soon as possible. It was only a matter of time before they threw everyone off their ship and fled. Maybe they were the smart ones. Their blond sister, Lissie, had been caught instantly by the Bloom charisma. Her deep suspicion of men had been charmed away, and she was standing right in front of him and hanging open-mouthed on to his every word.

Next to Lissie and Bloom, Hans Rebka stood in his usual crisis mode, monitoring everything and everyone, self-contained and serious. He noticed Darya staring at him and his expression turned to one of acute discomfort.

He ignored everybody else and came across to stand by her side. "Darya, we have to talk."

"Indeed?" She stared at him coldly. "I don't know that I have anything to say to you. And it's the worst possible time for talking."

"It may be the worst time, but it could be the only chance we'll ever have. No matter what happens to us, I want to set something straight."

"I suppose you're going to tell me that Glenna Omar was in your bedroom by accident. That nothing happened between the two of you."

"No. That wouldn't be true. I know I hurt you. But Glenna really doesn't mean anything to me, and she never did. I never meant anything to her, either. I was just another man to add to her collection, another trophy for her bedroom wall."

"Why should I believe that?"

"Darya, just
look
at her. Look at Louis Nenda. Can't you see it? What do you think they've been doing?"

Nenda stood four or five steps away. He seemed exhausted, his swarthy face paler than usual and his eyes marked beneath by dark bruised smudges. Glenna Omar was standing very close to him, her shoulder rubbing against his. Glenna—Darya decided that the world must really be coming to an end—was wearing no makeup, and her long hair was pulled back and tied casually away from her face. She too seemed tired. But her whole body spoke of languid contentment.

The sight induced in Darya a strong feeling of irritation, not all directed toward Hans Rebka.

"We can't talk now," she said. "Maybe later."

"If there is a later." Hans took her hand in both of his. "If not, I want to tell you that I'm sorry."

"There won't be a later, unless we stop talking and do something." But Darya did not pull her hand away. Instead she focused her attention on Quintus Bloom, who alone in the cabin seemed to be on a real energy high.

"You claim you predicted all this?" She interrupted Bloom's stream of words to Lissie Treel. "I don't remember that."

"Then you were not paying attention." The beaked nose turned aggressively in her direction. "And despite my explanation on Sentinel Gate, I suspect that you still do not accept the nature of the Builders. Why, otherwise, would you have come to Labyrinth uninvited?"

Uninvited
. As though Bloom personally owned the artifact. But he was sweeping on.

"Recent events provide ample confirmation of what is happening. Consider the evidence. Fact: Paradox shrinks and vanishes, and Rebka and the rest of them are shipped to Labyrinth through a Builder vortex. Fact: The Torvil Anfract changes beyond recognition, and while that change is still occurring my party is sent here through another vortex."

Darya studied Bloom's gleaming smile and unnaturally bright eyes, and realized a great truth about herself. She and Quintus Bloom were both ambitious, both smart, both hard-working, and both dedicated. To most observers, they must appear very similar. But there was one difference, and it was the crucial one. Darya was on the right side of the line between great enthusiasm and total obsession. She would always have doubts about herself and the correctness of her ideas. Bloom, somewhere on the way from his childhood on Jerome's World to his appearance on Sentinel Gate, had crossed the line. He was crazy. Nothing in his life was as important as being right. The idea that he might be
wrong
was impossible for him to accept psychologically.