Reclamation

Eric still hadn't moved.

Aria left him on the platform and staggered through the room, searching the stew of debris. After a little bit, she found a packet of ration squares and a can of some kind of beverage. She tore the packet open and gobbled one of the squares. Then she took the other and the can over to the platform. She sat in Eric's line of vision.

"Eat." She held up the square.

Eric crawled to her and clutched the square with both hands. He ate it in four bites. Aria pulled the top of the can open and took a swig of the juice. It was too sweet and there wasn't enough, but it was better than nothing. She passed the can to Eric and he drank deeply.

When he lowered the can from his lips, his eyes were less wild.

"Thank you," he said. After a moment, he added, "Do you think you will ever get tired of rescuing me?"

"I hope not." She felt herself smile. "You need to be rescued so often."

"Yes, I do, don't I?" he swirled the dregs of the juice around. "Why do you suppose that is?"

"I would say it's because my Lord Teacher spends too much time thinking about what he's supposed to be and not enough time dealing with what he is."

He looked out through one of the rents in the dome. "I thought we could leave when this was done," he said. "I thought we could get the Unifiers to get us all out of here."

Aria had no answer for him, so she let them both sit in silence and tried to just enjoy the feeling of some of her strength returning to her.

"It's all still out there," he said eventually. "The Realm, and the laws of the Nameless, and the Teachers, and the Vitae. The whole Quarter Galaxy is still out there. And you're still a Notouch and I'm still a Teacher." He handed her the can of juice. "You finish that." He paused. "Your sister is still on the other side of the World's Wall."

"We'll get her back. The Mind is looking after her." She swallowed the last drops. "Then we're going to need to get those arias out of the Temple vaults and see if the Mind has a way to identify who they belong to. Then we have to find those people and see if they're willing to learn how to be Eyes. I think that should be my job, and Trail's when we get her back." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "So, Eric Born kenu Teacher Hand kenu Lord Hand on the Seablade dena Enemy of the Aunorante Sangh, what will you do about all this?" She waved toward the dome's tattered wall. "About what is still out there?"

He didn't say anything for a long while. Aria waited. He looked down at his naked hands. They trembled slightly and she knew he wanted to reach for the Mind again. She did too. Parts of her soul were still down there, rejoicing in the freedom of her power.

She couldn't do anything for him if he decided to give in to that false joy.

Eric looked her straight in the eyes. "When my brother-in-law gets back, I'll help get us all to First City. My parents are not averse to getting themselves a little extra power. They won't mind that their son is heir to the Servant and can prove it. I'll help you find your children again. I'll get to the U-Kenai and get a message to Dorias, and the Unifiers, and the Shessel and Kethran Colony. We're going to need friends, Aria Stone, and they're going to need to know who we are, and who the Vitae are.

"Will that be enough?"

"It'll be a good start." She nodded. "What will you do about yourself?"

"I will learn what I can from you." He took her hand. "I will try to deal with what I am." His hand tightened a little. "With what we are."

She laid her scarred hand over his power-gifted one. "That is an even better start."

After a while they picked themselves up out of the dome's wreckage and, climbing carefully over the debris, made their way out into the daylight.

About the Author

Sarah A

A professional technical writer, Sarah's short fiction has been nationally published in Analog Science Fiction and Fact and Realms of Fantasy. Her second science fiction novel is scheduled to appear from Warner Aspect in April 1997. When not actually writing, Sarah sings, dances, and plays the hammered dulcimer, although not all at once.