Hera thought it was as pretty as any firework she’d ever seen.
Hours later, a new Lord Felph emerged from the revivification chamber, bearing the recorded memory of how the Qualeewooh ancestors had judged him, unworthy.
This newly born Felph seemed a much more subdued, more thoughtful man.
Chapter 49
It was a scant five days later that Maggie gave birth to Gallen’s son, a whopping large child with eyes of a darkest blue and dark hair with a tinge of red.
Gallen wanted to call him after his own father, but Maggie insisted on calling the babe Orick, and Gallen felt that it, too, was a fitting name for the boy.
If it seems that peace came easily to Gallen and his friends after the dronon, know that it did not come easily to all.
For Tallea loved Orick as a woman loves her husband, but Orick still felt torn by the issue.
Two days after Maggie gave birth, as Tallea pored over the Scriptures at Maggie’s bedside while Maggie lay propped on some pillows suckling her son, Tallea mentioned her problem to Maggie.
“Orick’s a fine bear,” Maggie said, “and certainly he’ll never find another she-bear like you. Everyone wants you two to marry, and I think you should. It only makes sense.”
“But Orick won’t marry me until he feels God has freed him from the vow of chastity he took in his heart,” Tallea said.
“You need a miracle,” Maggie said, then Maggie got the strangest faraway look in her eye.
“What are you thinking?” Tallea asked.
“I think… Tallea, may I borrow your Scriptures for a day or two?”
“Yes…” Tallea said, unsure.
She did not see the Bible again for three days. It was a busy time, as they packed their things and prepared to leave Ruin. Gallen and Maggie wanted to return to Tremonthin, to build a home in a glen they’d seen in the mountains east of Battic.
In truth, the days were not busy so much from packing. Most of the time was spent saying goodbyes, for by that time, Orick knew everyone on planet, and all were sad to see him depart.
Tallea found that as for her, she’d become most closely attached to Hera and Athena. After Tallea had returned from the tangle, she and Orick had reached the killing field only moments after the Qualeewoohs faced the Swarm Lords in their deadly battle.
The dronon were still on planet, trying to make sense of the Qualeewoohs’ orders. Felph was dead, and his AI didn’t know yet to revive him.
Hera and Athena had been forced to take charge. They’d taken the first cell cultures from Gallen’s and Maggie’s bodies. They’d freed Thomas from his Guide. They’d acted as liaisons between the Qualeewoohs and the dronons, and revivified their own father to help give some direction.
If it had not been for Hera and Athena, everything would have fallen apart. Tallea imagined that literally, the fragile accord that was forged between the three species would have foundered.
Felph had created his daughters to be leaders and counselors, and they fulfilled their role admirably.
In those few brief days, Tallea had grown to depend on the young women, and upon Thomas and Orick.
So she found it difficult to say goodbye to these people. Tallea moped about the palace, in company with Hera and Athena, and none of them broached the subject of departure until the last few hours after the ship was fueled and packed.
Lord Felph had a formal luncheon for his guests, during which he gave each of them a few small gifts to show his gratitude. To Gallen and Maggie, he gave seeds from his gardens and orchards, along with a small vial filled with water. “The Waters of Strength,” he told Gallen. “The last few precious drops, in case the need is ever great, and you dare risk drinking them.”
Tallea thought the gift inappropriate, considering what she’d seen happen when mere humans drank from those waters. She didn’t think it was safe for humans. But Orick had a theory. He firmly believed that the effects of the water varied not by species, but by individual.
If that were the case, then Gallen might drink safely. If he dared risk it.
To Thomas he gave a selection of several fine new instruments.
Beyond those few gifts, to Orick and Tallea he gave some exotic fruits for their journey and copies of ancient philosophical manuscripts that he felt Orick might find entertaining-the writings of Buddha and Mohammed.
And when he had given these things, Felph said, “And I have one final gift for those who have been my guests.”
He turned to Hera. “To Hera and Athena, I bequeath my love, and my best wishes for a long and fruitful life.”
“What … do you mean by that?” Hera asked.
“I’ve already spoken to Gallen and Maggie,” Felph answered. “Their starship is small, but they can easily carry you-anywhere you want to go. Both they and I feel you should depart with them. I made you to fill large roles in the universe. This planet is too small to hold you.” With that, he leaned across the table and presented each of the young women with a credit chip. “I know what you want from life, Hera. I’d give it to you if I could, but I can’t. Out there, you’ll find what you need-yourself, a man to love you. But I want you two to have an inheritance: each of you will receive one-third of all that I have. Believe me, it is far more than you will ever need.”
Hera took the chip, and stood, breaking into huge sobs.
Felph slipped close to her, caressed her cheek with one finger. “I hope that sometimes you will think kindly of me. I promise that if you ever come to visit, you will find no monsters guarding the premises. And, hopefully, you will find no monsters within.”
Hera hugged him then, and held him for a long time as she wept.
Tallea wept openly at her friends’ good fortune, and for herself, for it meant that she would be able to spend some few more days with Hera and Athena. And she wondered at the change in Felph, wondered if perhaps Orick’s preaching wasn’t having its effect even on that cynical old crust of hardbread.
So it was decided. That night, they boarded the ship and began the journey first back to Cuzzim, where they would return the Nightswift to its proper owner.
From there, they would take the world gates back to Fale, a planet where Thomas wanted to renew an old acquaintance, a planet where Hera and Athena might build a new life.
And from there Tallea, Orick, Gallen, and Maggie would depart for Tremonthin, to make their own homes.
So Tallea felt little sadness when she left Ruin, watched the planet shrink on the Nightswift’s viewscreens. Much had changed on the world. When they’d come a few months before, the planet had been a red, angry-looking orb. Now the whole world seemed white, swathed in clouds that turned rosy pink at the terminus.
Tallea watched the planet recede, till it became a cloudy pearl that shone on a field of glittering diamonds.
Chapter 50
That night, Orick and Tallea slept on the floor of the ship’s hold. Maggie and Gallen used one stateroom with the baby, Orick, while Athena and Hera slept in another. Thomas had passed out on the couch in the ship’s lounge, and so the bears were forced to make do.
Thus it was that Orick woke in the hold, disturbed by a strange scent-a mixture of blood and urine and something more. It seemed out of place here, among the strange odors of the Nightswift’s hold, but he recognized it at once, and something in him stirred.
Tallea was in heat.
Orick lay on his belly and put his paws over his nose. Trapped. He was trapped here on the ship, at least a week out from Cuzzim. Trapped in a closed space with a she-bear in heat.
It shouldn’t have happened. Orick didn’t know Tallea’s chronological age. The Lords of Tremonthin had grown her in a vat, forcing her to reach something near maturity before downloading her memories into the bear’s body. But still, Tallea was small. Orick imagined she would be no more than a year old, though it was hard to tell with bears. A small two-year-old was not much larger than a one-year-old, and a two-year-old could go into heat.