“Do you want me to tell your fortune?” she inquired with a smile.
“Yes. But not with your mechanical deck. Use this.” And he opened the box and lifted out a cube.
“Watch it!” Yael warned. “Might be a hypnocube.”
“I doubt I could be hypnotized by visual means,” Melody reassured her. “My mind is sonically oriented. But thanks for the warning.” Aloud, she said: “This is Tarot?”
“This is Tarot,” Dash agreed, smiling. “Each face of it is a presentation, so you can do a full layout in one motion. You shuffle it by shaking it, so.” He shook it lightly. “Then you set it down firmly, so.”
Melody stared. The sides of the cube had illuminated, each displaying a Tarot image. It was the Cluster deck, manifesting electronically.
The top of the cube showed the key called The Lovers. Dash reached out slowly and tapped the cube without moving it. The King of Aura replaced the prior card. He tapped it again, and now it was the Queen of Aura. He tapped a third time, and the three faces became superimposed, the King and Queen moving into the embrace of The Lovers.
Melody did not know whether to be more amazed at the capabilities of the cubic deck, the facility with which he managed it, or the message it contained. That last was an unspoken but quite specific proposition.
He leaned back, letting her decide. Melody picked up the cube, shook it, and contemplated the multiple faces that appeared, a different one on each side. It was possible to bring up all the faces of the deck in turn on any side, to superimpose them in combinations, or to form split-screen presentations for special types of readings. When cards were superimposed, the pictures merged to form a new scene. There was never confusion or obfuscation. This was in fact a miniature, self-contained computer—and a dream deck.
“Do you like it?” Dash inquired with a straight face.
“It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” she said sincerely. The fact that most of her life had been spent without vision as she knew it now was hardly relevant. The perfect Tarot!
“It is yours,” he said.
She did not answer. There was no answer she could make, no thanks she could proffer. No possible gift could have meant more to her, and there was no way she could refuse it. Her mental image of the Star-card returned, but this time it was fleeting, faded. Her greatest hope of the past had been weathered down, had lost its luster, become a matter of lesser concern. Now a brighter star was rising to preempt it.
She shook the cube once more, randomly (she thought), and set it down. One face lighted: the Two of Cups, in the ancient Thoth format. The picture showed a flower about whose stem two Solarian fish twined. From the flower poured twin currents of water that deflected off the heads of the fish to plunge into two great chalices, finally overflowing into a lake. And the written hieroglyphs spelled out the single word: LOVE.
It was her inner emotion, betrayed by the Tarot. She had been taken by surprise and overwhelmed.
Dash put out his hand. Unable to demur, she took it. Their auras interacted powerfully, more strongly than before, compellingly. She found it significant that he had not invoked this power before; he had let her wrestle with the cube and lose on her own. Slowly he lifted her to her feet and drew her body into his embrace.
Slammer shivered momentarily, then drew back to the far side of the room, having decided that no attack was being made on her.
“Wow!” Yael said. It was her maximum response to the situation, embodying virtually complete desire and abandon. Melody herself had no better comment.
Dash led her to the couch, sat her down, and gently removed her dress. Her full human mammaries were exposed to his male gaze and touch, but now she had no fear. Then her primary sexual characteristics were similarly exposed. His amazingly evocative hands slid over the contours of her body, amplified by his aura. Then he brought his lips down to kiss the human nipples.
The sensation became so strong that Melody gave in to a low sigh. Never before had she felt such exquisite physical and emotional stimulation. She reached up to enfold his head and press it to her bosom. Her heart was beating rapidly, and a pleasant warmth expanded in her chest. She wanted to give herself to him utterly, to be consumed by him, to merge, starting with those breasts. She wanted—impregnation.
“God of Hosts!” Yael whispered. “I never knew it would be like this! I’m bursting!”
Dash paused momentarily to doff his own clothes. His host-body was a handsome figure of a man, lean and muscular and well proportioned. At its center, just at the bifurcation of the legs, projected a small limb: the copulatory organ of this species.
And she wanted that organ inside her body. It was pure Solarian-animal lust, whose true meaning she had never before properly understood in the Tarot. “Thoth Eleven,” she whispered, visualizing the variant of the card that best symbolized her need. Girl astride lion, wide open: LUST.
Yet it could not be. For she was not a young Solarian female, but an old Mintakan neuter. She could not allow herself to bud—or in the present circumstance, to be impregnated. True, Yael had taken her contraceptive shot, but the meaning remained. For her, this was reproduction; the acts of love and lust and mergeance and creation could not be separated emotionally. If she did this thing, it would be real. Real in the only manner that mattered to her fundamental self-view.
She had to desist. Yet she simply lacked the will to deny the Captain’s imperative, or her own. She was in this incarnation a young woman, and he was a handsome man. He had given her a gift of incalculable value, and touched her with his aura, and made her live. He had fairly won her.
The man came down on her, his phenomenal aura penetrating hers again, his flesh following.
Melody summoned her only remaining defense: her knowledge of what she was. “Take over, Yael!” she cried, and blanked out.
7. Taming the Magnet
:: why has there been no scheduled council? ::
*dash suffers pangs of doubt*
:: that birdbrain! we require more forceful leadership summon council ::
*but*
:: do you wish to answer to the force of sphere quad-point? ::
*council shall be summoned*
Suddenly it opened into realization, that elusive objection she had to Slammer the magnet. He was an excellent bodyguard—but also a most effective jailer.
Slammer was the Captain’s creature, not Melody’s. The Captain was a fine man, and Yael was, as she put it, head over heels about him. (Heels over head better described the position actually assumed.) Only extreme discipline and awareness of her own nature prevented Melody from being the same. Sexual attraction was potent stuff, and she wasn’t used to it. Perhaps it was already too late. And what would she do when she finally had to leave the ship? She knew Dash could not go with her. Love between the species was an exercise in futility.
Regardless, the magnet was not hers. Should things sour with Dash—and Melody’s old neuter mind had to consider that possibility—she was in trouble. Love could turn suddenly to hate. Lovers had quarrels at times—this was in fact an aspect of their relationship—and sudden flares of anger. If Dash had such a flare, and Slammer took it literally—
She, Melody of Mintaka, could be abruptly defunct, along with her human host.
“Yael,” she said silently.
“You’re worried about something,” Yael said wisely. “It’s heating up my nerves.”
“I think we should tame the magnet,” Melody said. “Make friends with him, convert him loyalty to us.”