“And she is… How do I put this?”
“No longer home,” Nagel finished for him. “Not since we made a serious mistake the first time to camp out on Melchior right in the middle of a massive mountain of these damned Magi stones. The cumulative power is enormous. It disrupts, it maddens. You get terrible visions and, with that, become an unreasoning beast. One of our people, a big, tough, muscular type, was butchered during that period, and it blew Li’s mind out. She’s never gotten any better, but the only rational part of her has been her refusal to get near any deposit of those stones. She remembers something, deep down.” He suddenly frowned and then gave what could almost be taken as a snort. “Huh. Funny. I just remembered. When we ran for the shuttle, I grabbed a stash of the stones. Old instincts, I guess. But I passed out in there and came to here. Did you take them and lock them away?”
Maslovic turned and called out to the air, “Chung, did you see to the securing of a bundle of the stones from the shuttle? Did anybody?”
“No, Chief. Sorry,” came Chung’s voice. “I’ll run a search pattern and see. I—what the hell?”
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s impossible! I am constantly monitoring everything and everybody! It can’t be!”
“What can’t be?” Maslovic demanded to know, getting to his feet.
“The shuttle! It’s gone!”
“Gone! How could that happen?”
“I—I don’t know. It couldn’t! The security was fail-safe!”
“Personnel check! Fast!”
“Uh-oh. Three missing. Macouri, Joshua, and that girl we picked up on Melchior.”
“You mean Lucky Cross?” Queson asked. “She’s a damned good shuttle and tug pilot…”
“No, no! Cross is asleep! The little one! An Li!”
“Full alert!” Maslovic ordered. “I’m heading for the command center. I want Darch and Broz there on the double!” He looked at the two others in the wardroom. “Come along, too, if you want.”
“Yeah, I think we will,” Jerry Nagel said.
“Cheer up! At least it’s only a shuttle!” Randi Queson noted. “Last time we went through this we had the shuttle fine, but they stole the whole damned mother ship!”
Even Joshua was astonished at the ease of their escape. “Where to, sir? We are approaching Balshazzar now.”
Georgi Macouri looked at the viewing screen and made his adjustments. “Beautiful. It is the Garden! And the serpent is always the master of the Garden, is it not? Park in a stationary orbit over the center of human habitation, Joshua. If we go down there now we will be simply two among them. We must prepare the way before achieving the scepter of rule from our Master!”
He went aft where An Li lay on the floor, tied-up hands and feet like some kind of animal, her mouth sealed with medical tape.
She saw him, and writhed, trying to get loose, but he was too much the expert at this sort of thing. Not that someone as tiny as her could have done all that much against even a man of Macouri’s modest size, let alone Joshua’s massive bulk.
“Well, little one! The Master saved you for us!” Macouri told her, as she tried to wriggle from his grasp and found herself far too bound for that. “Now we shall give you to Him and make meaningful your miserable, worthless life and, with your blood, open the Way to my ascension! The die is cast! The time has come!”
Most medicine for centuries now had been via computers and specialized machines, but on a shuttle or similar small craft where all the wonders of modern medicine could not be expected to be carried, there was still a basic old-fashioned medical kit. He found it, opened it on the cushions, and came up with several small surgical knives that were intended to be used in minor emergencies. They were never intended for what he had in mind, but they would do just fine.
There were quite a number of drug capsules for the injectors, and a portable diagnostic computer, but he ignored them. She had to be awake, to feel and therefore radiate the pain, in order to make the sacrifice worthwhile. It would be her screams, along with her blood, that would consecrate the sacrament, not her miserable worthless life.
He reached around and looked on the floor and under things and eventually came up with a large, almost meter-long sack made of tree growths from Melchior. They had whispered that it would be here, told him to hunt for it, and now he had it. Confirmation!
Although resembling purplish palm fronds, the leaf turned out to be a bulblike affair useful for carrying things. He forced open one end and poured the inside contents onto the couch seat.
Stones! Perhaps a hundred or more! He couldn’t believe how many there were in one spot, or how great the variety of colors. And they all pulsed with energy, with life of a sort. These were not the ancient souvenirs sold as objects d’art to the rich back home; these were fresh, pulsing in the same way as the girl’s heart now pulsed, waiting, waiting for her blood to be poured over them still warm.
He laid out all the things he needed, then stripped naked, so that there would be nothing between him and them, him and her…
Her innocent eyes showed fear, and he drank it in and let it wash over him like a luxurious aphrodisiac. He was already turned on, harder and more irresistibly than he’d ever been, and it was time to begin.
“I am going to free you now,” he told her in a soft, almost erotic tone. “You must lie there and stay like I put you. Do you understand that? If you do not, if you kick me, I will break your legs. If you hit or fight me, I will twist your arms out of their sockets. If you just lie there, and do exactly what I say, and let me do what I want, then nothing bad will happen to you. Do you understand?”
She looked absolutely scared to death, but she managed to nod.
“There is nowhere you can run, nowhere you can hide, so just relax. Yes, that’s a good girl. Lovely, just lovely!”
She lay there, legs spread, arms stretched out on either side of her head, with all the Magi stones placed around her on the big mat, and then he approached her for what had to be the first part of the ritual, the part that established him once and for all as the master. She lay quite well for this, like she knew what was to come, and she made no effort to resist him as he slid on top of her and into her.
It was a violent but sublime rape, the best of the countless number he’d had, and the kind he had despaired of ever doing again. Now, even as he gave of himself to her, he reached out for the twin knives, one on each side of her just above her head, and, as he did, he touched the plane of the Magi stone outline he had created.
There was a sudden, sharp, violent shock running through him, knocking him almost senseless, and she acted quickly, wrapping herself around him. The shock immobilized him; he could not move, even as she seemed to grow larger somehow, to grow and grow and wrap herself around him and engulf him. She now was holding him, and he felt as much confusion as fear. He had somehow lost control of the situation, and he did not know what to do next nor how to do it.
He felt her physically and yet he also felt her mentally; not the feeble, retarded figure but one of great power, someone or something that simply had not been there before. It held his mind as well as his body, and it was filled with a kind of fury and power that he could never even have dreamed of. He fought against it, suddenly terrified, as it wrapped around him, and within him, inside of him, and attacked, as if it were trying to drive him out of his own body.
“JOSHUA!” he managed finally to scream, but it was one last scream, a scream that came from the primordial self he would never have thought was there, and it was answered by a sense of falling, falling, falling through the mat, through the very shell of the ship and out into the vacuum of space, and then down, down, towards the pretty blue planet below at a speed and violence that was surely fatal.