Nira looked immensely happy. Its good to see them acting likechildren. They need this change.
We all needed it, Jorah said. With my people here and my family around me, I feel strong. and the Empire will be as well.
163
Anton Colicos
When he and his mother arrived at Ildira, Anton did not have to look hard for Yazrah. Lean and sweaty, she strode up to him with a feral grin; her coppery hair flowed like the tail of a metallic comet. Rememberer Anton, it is fortunate you have returned. Much history is being made here. You should record it for us.
The two Isix cats bounded forward, startling Margaret, but Anton laughed and scratched behind the big cats ears.
Yazrah looked scuffed, dirty, and ready to explode with energy even though she probably hadnt slept for some time. Anton doubted shed ever been given so much responsibility in her life, placed in charge of so many major projects. You look good, Yazrah.
As do you, Rememberer Anton. She touched his arm warmly, stood very close to him. Then with an almost dismissive glance at Margaret, she added, And who is this woman?
My mother.
Ah, the xeno-archaeologist. One of the discoverers of the Klikiss Torch. Your son has told tales of you. Yazrah bowed slightly. Anton is a great rememberer. He helped me see things in ourSaga that few Ildirans noticed. My father holds him in very high esteem. Come, I will take you to him. Yazrah marched away, giving them no opportunity for argument. The Isix cats bounded ahead of her.
Margaret asked, Was she flirting with you?
Anton was embarrassed. She intimidates the hell out of me.
I see.
Mijistras construction continued all around them. Even with the advantage of theirthism, the Ildirans seemed barely able to control the chaos of all the parallel efforts. A new headquarters camp had been set up on the outskirts of the old city. The camp held hastily assembled structures, interlinked shelters, the frameworks of new towers. Scavengers excavated raw materials from the rubble of Mijistra, while other vital components came from Ildiran colony worlds whose people had raced back to the central planet to help.
Margarets face was wistful as she looked at the broad impact site. Louis and I never went to see the Ildiran Empire. I wish we had.
After Yazrah announced their arrival, the Mage-Imperator came out to greet them himself and led them into the new audience chamber. Rememberer Anton, I am glad to see you safe. And I am sorry to hear about Vaosh. I deeply regret that he was abandoned, thatI abandoned him.
Anton had thought he was done crying, and the sudden tears welling up in his eyes surprised him. He tried to find some way to answer, but the words would not come out of his throat.
Chief Scribe Kosh looked distraught at the news. Anton had had previous difficulties with Kosh, who strenuously objected to changing theSaga, even after being shown the obvious historical errors. Now, though, Anton felt for the man whose Hall of Rememberers and all the ancient records had been smashed into dust. Kosh seemed overwhelmed, showing none of the hardness he had displayed before.
After a few quick formalities, the Mage-Imperator surprised Anton by offering a new assignment. Some time ago, I asked you and Rememberer Vaosh to perfect and rewrite our majestic story. Please stay with us now and help our rememberers reconstruct theSaga of Seven Suns. The Empire needs you.
Anton looked awkwardly at his mother, then back toward the Ildiran leader. Im sorry, sir, but I am under another obligation. My mother and I have a different calling. He glanced away. Ill have to leave the task to your Chief Scribe. All rememberer kithmen memorize the entireSaga, and they know the stanzas a lot better than I do. Besides, I couldnt do it without Vaosh.
He lowered his gaze, swallowing a lump in his throat. However, I would like to record Vaoshs place in theSaga to tell of his final days. My friend would have been horrified to be portrayed as a hero, but he was one nevertheless. I want to make sure hes remembered that way.
Tell his story, Jorah said. We will remember him.
Yazrah squeezed his shoulder in a rough, comradely gesture. If not to help us, then why did you come here, Rememberer Anton?
He flushed again. I came to say goodbye to you, for now.
164
Adar Zannh
The resort world of Maratha could once again be a glorious place, and Adar Zannh intended to make it so. The destroyed counterpart cities of Prime and Secda would be rebuilt in opposite hemispheres, with the work taking place during alternating halves of the year. The Ildiran crews could work continually through the months-long sunlight.
After the faeros were defeated, the Solar Navy had split apart to complete numerous vital tasks across the ragged Empire. Tal Alanhs cohort of warliners shuttled the Hyrillkan survivors back home with Designate Ridekh, where they could reestablish the once-flourishing splinter colony. Other ships had gone to Dobro and to the worlds of the Horizon Cluster, helping to fortify the frayedthism. The Ildiran Empire might be changed, but it would still be strong. Perhaps even stronger than ever.
With King Peters blessing, Roamer skymines delivered shipments of ekti at a heavily discounted rate, providing all the stardrive fuel the Solar Navy needed for their operations; in exchange, the Mage-Imperator promised commercial concessions for centuries to come.
Now Zannh assessed the operations in the ruins of Maratha Prime, the first Ildiran city that had been taken over by the deceitful Klikiss robots. After months of darkness, the dawn sun hung low and bright on the horizon, and he knew that over the next week the colors of the long sunrise would fill the sky.
Maratha Secda had been heavily damaged during the Solar Navy and Klikiss bombardment, and Ildiran surveyors had combed over the wreckage to determine what could be salvaged. Administrative kithmen worked diligently to develop a reconstruction plan for Secda; during the months of darkness in the opposite hemisphere, they would determine the most efficient way to complete the monumental task and be ready to go as soon as the slow day arrived on that side of the world.
Zannh thought of the human engineer Tabitha Huck, who would have found better ways to guide the Ildiran crews if the faeros had not killed her along with so many others. Sullivan Gold would be a welcome addition to the crew here, but the man and his family had gone elsewhere to help both Ildirans and humans.