«I love you, Mamma,» she whispered. «I love you.»
Her mother nodded and became Elverda herself once more. Her baby made a gurgling laugh of pure happiness, fat little feet waving in the air.
The image wavered, dimmed, and slowly faded into emptiness. Elverda sat on the bare rock floor in utter darkness, feeling a strange serenity and understanding warming her soul.
«Are you all right?»
Dorn’s voice did not startle her. She had been expecting him to come to her.
«The chamber will close itself in another few minutes,» he said. «We will have to leave.»
Elverda took his offered hand and rose to her feet. She felt strong, fully in control of herself.
The tunnel outside the chamber was empty.
«Where is Humphries?»
«I sedated him and then called in a medical team to take him back to his ship.»
«He wants to destroy the artifact,» Elverda said.
«That will not be possible,» said Dorn. «I will bring the IAA scientists here from the ship before Humphries awakes and recovers. Once they see the artifact they will not allow it to be destroyed. Humphries may own the asteroid, but the IAA will exert control over the artifact.»
«The artifact will affect them—strangely.»
«No two of them will be affected in the same manner,» said Dorn. «And none of them will permit it to be damaged in any way.»
«Humphries will not be pleased with you.»
He gestured up the tunnel, and they began to walk back toward their quarters.
«Nor with you,» Dorn said. «We both saw him babbling and blubbering like a baby.»
«What could he have seen?»
«What he most feared. His whole life has been driven by fear, poor man.»
«What secrets he must be hiding!»
«He hid them from himself. The artifact showed him his own true nature.»
«No wonder he wants it destroyed.»
«He cannot destroy the artifact, but he will certainly want to destroy us. Once he recovers his composure he will want to wipe out the witnesses who saw his reaction to it.»
Elverda knew that Dorn was right. She watched his face as they passed beneath the lights, watched the glint of the etched metal, the warmth of the human flesh.
«You knew that he would react this way, didn’t you?» she asked.
«No one could be as rich as he is without having demons driving him. He looked into his own soul and recognized himself for the first time in his life.»
«You planned it this way!»
«Perhaps I did,» he said. «Perhaps the artifact did it for me.»
«How could—»
«It is a powerful experience. After I had seen it a few times I felt it was offering me …» he hesitated, then spoke the word, «salvation.»
Elverda saw something in his face that Dorn had not let show before. She stopped in the shadows between overhead lights. Dorn turned to face her, half machine, standing in the rough tunnel of bare rock.
«You have had your own encounter with it,» he said. «You understand now how it can transform you.»
«Yes,» said Elverda. «I understand.»
«After a few times, I came to the realization that there must be thousands of my fellow mercenaries, killed in engagements all through the Asteroid Belt, still lying where they fell. Or worse yet, floating forever in space, alone, unattended, ungrieved for.»
«Thousands of mercenaries?»
«The corporations do not always settle their differences in Earthly courts of law,» said Dorn. «There have been many battles out here. Wars that we paid for with our blood.»
«Thousands?» Elverda repeated. «I knew that there had been occasional fights out here—but wars? I don’t think anyone on Earth knows it’s been so brutal.»
«Men like Humphries know. They start the wars, and people like me fight them. Exiles, never allowed to return to Earth again once we take the mercenary’s pay.»
«All those men—killed.»
Dorn nodded. «And women. And children, too. The artifact made me see that it was my duty to find each of those forgotten bodies and give each one a decent final rite. The artifact seemed to be telling me that this was the path of my atonement.»
«Your salvation,» she murmured.
«I see now, however, that I underestimated the situation.»
«How?»
«Humphries. While I am out there searching for the bodies of the slain, he will have me killed.»
«No! That’s wrong!»
Dorn’s deep voice was empty of regret. «It will be simple for him to send a team after me. In the depths of dark space, they will murder me. What I failed to do for myself, Humphries will do for me. He will be my final atonement.»
«Never!» Elverda blazed with anger. «I will not permit it to happen.»
«Your own life is in danger from him,» Dorn said.
«What of it? I am an old woman, ready for death.»
«Are you?»
«I was … until I saw the artifact.»
«Now life is more precious to you, isn’t it?»
«I don’t want you to die,» Elverda said. «You have atoned for your sins. You have borne enough pain.»
He looked away, then started up the tunnel again.
«You are forgetting one important factor,» Elverda called after him.
Dorn stopped, his back to her. She realized now that the clothes he wore had been his military uniform. He had torn all the insignias and pockets from it.
«The artifact. Who created it? And why?»
Turning back toward her, Dorn answered, «Alien visitors to our solar system created it, unknown ages ago. As to why—you tell me: Why does someone create a work of art?»
«Why would aliens create a work of art that affects human minds?»
Dorn’s human eye blinked. He rocked a step backward.
«How could they create an artifact that is a mirror to our souls?» Elverda asked, stepping toward him. «They must have known something about us. They must have been here when there were human beings existing on Earth.»
Dorn regarded her silently.
«They may have been here much more recently than you think,» Elverda went on, coming closer to him. «They may have placed this artifact here to communicate with us.»
«Communicate?»
«Perhaps it is a very subtle, very powerful communications device.»
«Not an artwork at all.»
«Oh yes, of course it is truly an artwork. All works of art are communications devices, for those who possess the soul to understand.»
Dorn seemed to ponder this for long moments. Elverda watched his solemn face, searching for some human expression.
Finally he said, «That does not change my mission, even if it is true.»
«Yes it does,» Elverda said, eager to save him. «Your mission is to preserve and protect this artifact against Humphries and anyone else who would try to destroy it—or pervert it to his own use.»
«The dead call to me,» Dorn said solemnly. «I hear them in my dreams now.»
«But why be alone in your mission? Let others help you. There must be other mercenaries who feel as you do.»
«Perhaps,» he said softly.
«Your true mission is much greater than you think,» Elverda said, trembling with new understanding. «You have the power to end the wars that have destroyed your comrades, that have almost destroyed your soul.»
«End the corporate wars?»
«You will be the priest of this shrine, this sepulcher. I will return to Earth and tell everyone about these wars.»
«Humphries and others will have you killed.»
«I am a famous artist, they dare not touch me.» Then she laughed. «And I am too old to care if they do.»
«The scientists—do you think they may actually learn how to communicate with the aliens?»
«Someday,» Elverda said. «When our souls are pure enough to stand the shock of their presence.»