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Yet nowhere in the thousands of trembling and cursing prisoners — watching the airlift platform as it passed them — nowhere in that horde, could be seen even one single golden-ski
When the knowledge could no longer be denied, Ly
He snarled at her. “Shut your face, Amicus ! I’m not in a mood for your stupidities!”
“And slaughter is not merely an act of war, is that right, Commander? Is it also a political instrument? Why not take me to see the stacked corpses? Perhaps I can fulfill my mission … perhaps I’ll learn to communicate with the dead! You deranged fool! You should be commanding an abattoir, not a ship of the line!”
He doubled his right fist and punched her full in the face, within sight of the endless swarm of helpless prisoners and his own crew. She fell backward, off the airlift, tumbling down into the throng. Their bodies broke her fall, and within seconds members of Drabix’s crew had rescued her; but he did not see it; the airlift had skimmed away and was quickly lost in the flash of golden brilliance reflecting off the holy shining trees of Stand of Light.
The adjutant found her sitting on a greenglass boulder jutting up from the edge of the beach. Waves came in lazily and foamed around the huge shape. There was hardly any sound. The forest was almost silent; if there were birds or insects, they had been stilled, as though waiting.
“Friend Ferraro?” he said, stepping into the water to gain her attention. He had called her twice, and she had seemed too sunk in thought to notice. Now she looked down at him and seemed to refocus with difficulty.
“Yes, I’m sorry, what is it, Mr. Lalwani?”
“The Commander would like to see you.”
Her expression smoothed over like the surface of the pale blue ocean. “Where is he?”
“On the main continent, Miz. He’s decided to take the forms.”
She closed her eyes in pain. “Dear souls in Hell … will there never be an end? Hasn’t he done enough to this wretched backwash?” Then she opened her eyes and looked at him closely. “What does he want with me? Has there been a reply from Central? Does he simply want an audience?”
“I don’t know, Miz. He ordered me to come and find you. I have a recon ship waiting, whenever you’re ready.”
She nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Lalwani. I’ll be along in a few moments.”
He saluted and walked away up the beach and around the bend. She sat staring out across the ocean; as always: an observer.
They had charted the positions of the fifty “forts” during the first pass at the planet. Whether they were, in fact, forts was entirely supposition. At first they were thought to be natural rock formations — huge black cubes sunk into the earth of the tiny planet; featureless, ominous, silent — but their careful spacing around the equator made that unlikely. And the recon ships had brought back confirmation that they were created, not natural. What they were, remained a mystery.
Ly
“I wanted you here,” he said, “because I’m still in charge of this operation, and whatever you may think of my actions, I still follow orders. You’re required to be in attendance, and I want that in the report.”
“It’s noted, Commander.”
He glanced at her quickly. There had been neither tone nor inflection revealing her hatred, but it trembled in the air between them.
“I expected something more from you.”
She continued staring at the black, featureless cube in the middle of the plain. “Such as?”
“A comment. An assessment of military priorities. A plea to spare these cultural treasures. Something … anything … to justify your position.”
She looked at him and saw the depth of distaste he held for her. Was it her Amicus status, or herself he feared and despised? Had she been repelled less by his warrior ma
“The validity of my position will ensure you never go to space again, Commander. If there were more I could do, something immediate and final, I would do it, by all the sweet dear souls in Hell. But I can’t. You’re in charge here, and the best I can do is record what I think insane behavior.”
His anger flared again, and for a moment she thought he might hit her a second time, and she dropped back a step into a self-defense position. The first time he had taken her unaware; there would be no second time; she was capable of crippling him.
“Let me tell you a thing, Amicus , Friend of the Enemy! You follow that word all the way? The Enemy ? You’re a paid spy for the Enemy. An Enemy that’s out to kill us, every one of us, that will stop nowhere short of total a
“My threshold for jingoism is very low, Commander. If you have some information to convey, do so. Otherwise, I’ll return to Stand of Light.”
He breathed deeply, damping his rage, and when he could speak again he said, “Whether this planet has what I think it has, or not, quite clearly it’s been a prize for a long time. A long time. A lot longer than either of us can imagine. Long before the war moved into this sector. It’s been conquered and reconquered and conquered all over again. The planet’s lousy with every marauding race I’ve ever even heard of. The place is like Terran China … let itself be overrun and probably didn’t even put up a fight. Let the hordes in, submitted, and waited for them to be swallowed up. But more kept coming. There’s something here they all wanted.”
She had deduced as much herself; she needed no long-winded superficial lectures about the obvious. “And you think whatever it is they wanted is in the fifty forts. Have you spoken to any of the prisoners?”
“I’ve seen intelligence reports.”
“But have you spoken to any of the prisoners personally ?”
“Are you trying to make a case for incompetence, too?”
“All I asked is if you’ve spoken —”
“No, dammit, I haven’t spoken to any of that scum!”
“Well, you should have!”
“To what end, Friend?” And he waved to his adjutant.
Drabix was in motion now. Ly