I heard Akaku'akanene's smile, rather than saw it. "You should continue to surprise yourself, maybe, as you do others."
For a moment I mentally chewed on the twisted grammar of that statement, then I gave up. "How?" I asked.
"How much do you know of the workings of magic?" the old woman began elliptically.
I couldn't help but smile. "Do you have any elven blood?" I asked wryly.
Again I heard her smile broaden. "Why, because I answer a question with a question?"
I sighed. "Word games later," I told her. And I repeated, "How?"
"Guardians," she said simply. I waited for her to amplify, but she didn't.
'The spirits, you mean?"
"Yes, the spirits. And other guardians as well. Guardians of Haleakala, guardians of the pattern."
She had to mean the rock dogs, didn't she? I nodded. "Go on," I suggested.
"The kahunas, they had to keep the guardians out to unravel the pattern."
Again I waited; again, I had to prompt, "And…?"
I saw the silhouette shrug, as if to say, "That's it!"
And I guess it was. I'd wrecked the Dancers' protective circles, which let the "guardians of the pattern" in to do their thing. Simple.
"Okay," I admitted, "I scan it. But"-I gestured at my body, the bed, the hospital room-"what's wrong with me? I feel drek-kicked."
Silence for a moment, then Akaku'akanene said softly, "Do you understand the powers you were close to?"
Something in her voice made my skin crawl, but I pressed on anyway. "The Dancers were closer than I was," I pointed out.
"Yes. Shielded by protective wards. Skilled in the working of magic. You?" She snorted. "You are lucky Nene watches over you."
"What would it have done to me?" I didn't really want to know, but I had to ask. "Killed me?"
"Worse," she said, her voice a chill whisper. "Much worse."
I lay back and stared at the ceiling. I blinked. After a few moments a memory jarred me. "Hey," I said, "what was that drek with Pohaku-that goose ex machine?"
I didn't look at her, but still I felt her smile. "When the spirit sings, the shaman answers," she said softly. "But sometimes it is the shaman who sings."
Typical spiritual mumbo jumbo, is what I didn't say. I blinked…
And it was day again, and Akaku'akanene was gone. I never saw the old goose again.
Maybe it was the old shaman's visit, or maybe it was my own indomitable strength of will (yeah, right). But after that my rate of improvement increased drastically. Within two days of Akaku'akanene's nocturnal admissions, I was on my feet and taking mild exercise, and "two days after that 1 was rolling toward the main door of the hospital-the Kuakini Central, I'd learned its name was-in a powered wheelchair. (Why do hospitals, even in this day and age, insist that patients can't leave the premises under their own power? In case other prospective "clients" think they're actually cured…?) My escort-the practical nurse assigned to my rehabilitation, a big, jovial ork called Mary Ann-pressed the Door Open button for me and stood clear as I rolled out into the sunshine. She bent down and planted a wet, tusked kiss on the top of my head. (We'd gotten along just fine, me and Mary Ann-when she wasn't threatening me into one more rep on some exercise-torture machine, that was.)
"So, what now?" I asked her. "And can I finally get out of this thing?"
Mary Ann gave me one of her best child-terrifying grins. "You're through the doors," she pointed out. "Now give us our fragging wheelchair back, hoa."
I chuckled as I extricated myself from the depths of the powered chair. I drew breath to repeat the first part of my question.
But she cut me off with an inclination of her head. "You're expected," she said quietly.
I looked where she indicated. A limousine-not a Phaeton, not this time-had pulled up at the curb, the rear door opening with a hydraulic hiss. "No space for me at your house?" I asked the ork mock-hopefully.
"Always, lover," she purred. "But my husband, see, he's kinda touchy about these things."
I laughed freely. It felt good. "Well, far be it from me to jack with your marital bliss." And then I let my face grow serious for a moment. "Thanks, Mary Ann. I mean it."
She hugged me. And if you've never been hugged by an ork who's been trained as a practical nurse… bruddah, you ain't never been hugged.
When I could breathe again, I gave her a last smile and went slowly down the stairs toward the limo.
All the windows were tinted and polarized. The driver could as well have been that thing that had tried to come through the gate, for all I could see. I sighed. Well, if anyone out there in the big, wide world wanted me dead, they wouldn't have had to pay for a limo to arrange it I climbed inside and closed the door after me.
The kevlarplex screen between the passenger and driver compartments was in place-no surprise there-and it was also fully polarized. I couldn't see so much as a silhouette of the driver's head. I sat back as the limo accelerated away from the curb, and I waited.
Nothing, so I waited some more. Still nothing. So this time I rapped on the divider with a knuckle. "So what gives, huh, brah?" I asked the kevlarplex.
More nothing. I was winding up for another, harder rap when the telecom screen in the limo's entertainment/commo suite lit up and filled with a familiar face.
"I'm glad to see you've made it in one piece, Mr. Montgomery," Jacques Barnard said.
I sat back in the sumptuous upholstery and scrutinized the corporator's on-screen image. He was in a new office, I saw. The background was a simple wall, not an out-of-focus view of a garden and statues. "More or less," I admitted. And then I waited. I could tell from the suit's expression that this was definitely not a social call.
Barnard nodded then, apparently satisfied that I'd caught the tenor of this "virtual meeting". "Well, Mr. Montgomery," he said lightly, "you'll be glad to know that the… confusion… of the past month has come to a satisfactory conclusion. Satisfactory to all concerned, I'm pleased to say."
I nodded. "Uh-huh."
He hesitated slightly, put off stride for a moment. "You'll also be glad to know that King Kamehameha has staged a"-he paused, theatrically searching for the correct word-"a countercoup. The Ali'i is back on his throne. The Na Kama'aina faction in the government has been humbled. And, as far as I can tell, ALOHA has been nearly eliminated." He smiled magnanimously. "And much of the credit must be accorded to you, Mr. Montgomery."
I nodded. "Uh-huh." Barnard didn't seem to have anything else to say, so after a long, uncomfortable pause, I said, "So, business as usual, neh?"
He shrugged. "More or less. Again, thanks to you, Mr. Montgomery."
"Uh-huh." I paused again. "And how far do those thanks extend, Mr. Barnard?"
He gestured broadly, his telecom image seeming to encompass the entire limo. "This far, to begin," he said. 'The charges for your hospital stay have, of course, been absorbed. And there is a room in your name at the Diamond Head Hotel for one week."
"Uh-huh. And transportation back to the mainland?"
"When you wish to leave, contact one of my people," Barnard said. "The driver will give you a datachip when he drops you off at the hotel. The contact information is on it… along with data on an account at the Zurich-Orbital Gemeinschaft Bank."