You know why,Tephe thought, to himself. You are the only ones that know what Your Lord did on that planet. Who know what Your Lord plans for all the others who live there. If you are gone, no one else will ever know.
“Sir?” Forn said.
Tephe shook himself out of his reverie. You are starting to fall for the god’s lies,he told himself. Stay faithful. Stay focused.He did not know why the Righteouswas meant to be blown out of the sky. He would figure out why later, if he survived. Right now he needed to keep his ship alive.
“Head for the Holy,” Tephe said. “It was damaged in an engagement off Endsa when I was first officer. It is structurally weaker to port.”
“You were first officer a long time ago,” Forn said. “The ship has been to dock since you served on it.”
“Now would be a very good time to have faith, Neal,” Tephe said.
“Yes, sir,” Forn said, and gave the order.
“Tell the crew that the ships opposing us have been taken by faithless,” Tephe said. “We will not be attacking Our Lord’s ships. We will be taking them back for Him, or destroying them if necessary.”
“Yes, sir,” Forn said, and spread the word through the ranks. Tephe wondered briefly if the crews of the five ships bearing down on them had been told the same thing about the Righteous.
The Holy’sport side was indeed still weaker. The Righteouslaunched a volley the moment it was within range and took the Holyand its crew unaware, ripping open the other ship’s side. The Righteousrolled slowly to evade the Holy’shaphazardly launched counterattack and slipped out of that ship’s range as quickly as it had slipped into it.
“We should finish her off,” Forn said.
“We do not have missiles to spare,” Tephe said, scanning the battle image. “She is down and disabled and behind us, and our god is not inexhaustible. Look,” he said, pointing at the path of the Righteous. “We have put distance between us and both the Faithfuland the Sacred, and the Saintedand Redeemerare farther behind still. If we maintain speed they cannot catch us.”
“Until their gods recover their strength enough to send them directly into our path,” Forn said.
“Enough time for us to bring our priest to his senses,” Tephe said.
“Or to kill him,” Forn said, and then caught the look his captain gave him. “If it will save this ship, captain, I would do it, and I would face Our Lord Himself for it. Our entire crew is worth one priest,” he said.
“And your soul?” Tephe asked.
“Let me worry about my soul, captain,” Forn said. “You worry about staying out of range of those ships.”
Tephe smiled and turned back to the image in time to see four new ships appear and array themselves along the path of the Righteous.
Forn saw the expression change on his captain’s face and followed his gaze to the image. “Oh, damn,” he said.
They knew,Tephe thought. They knew I would go for theHoly . They put her in my path as a lure to box me in. Now we have no escape. I have killed my crew.
No,a voice in his head said, and it sounded to him like the god of the Righteous. You didn’t kill them. Your precious lord did.
In that moment, Captain Ean Tephe lost his faith. Just for a moment.
All over the Righteous, lights flickered. Tephe’s bridge crew began to inform him of systems failing all over the ship.
There was a vibration in the soles of Tephe’s boots, deep and thrumming, coming from somewhere in the bowels of the Righteous. Once, twice, three times. Then it stopped.
Tend to your faith,each of you, Tephe remembered priest Andso saying, not too long before. If every officer on this ship were as you, the Defiled would have long ago slipped its bonds.
“No,” Tephe said, to himself, as his crew shouted reports of more system failures at him.
And then suddenly stopped shouting, as if something even more remarkable had just happened.
Tephe turned and saw Shalle standing in front of him.
“You are out of the rookery,” Tephe said, stupidly.
“I’m not the only thing out where it shouldn’t be, Captain,” Shalle said. “And of the two, it’s the other one you need to be concerned about.”
It was easy to follow the path of the god. Tephe just followed the blood and the bodies, and the distant vibrations of the god’s footfalls.
You need to get the god back to its chamber,Shalle had said to him, as the two of them entered his quarters, Shalle having directed them there at speed. It’s the only place where it can be held long enough for me to do what I have to do.
What do you mean,Tephe said.
You don’t need to know what I mean, Ean,Shalle said, hands finding the captain’s personal safe and opening it with the combination Tephe did not remember sharing with anyone. You just have to do what I say.
You,Tephe said. You are the bishops’ spy on theRighteous.
No,Shalle said, and pulled out a small chest. I am Our Lord’s rook. I answer to neither captains nor bishops, though I serve both when Our Lord doesn’t have anything else He wants me to do. Right now He wants me to do this.
Shalle opened the chest and gave Tephe the whip inside of it. Single made iron,Shalle said. Even now the god will be scared of it. Use it. Drive it back into the chamber, Ean. There’s not much time. Those ships are going to blow us out of the sky sooner than you think. Get going.
Where is the god going?Tephe asked.
I think you know,Shalle said. There’s someone on this ship it likes less than everyone else. Go.Shalle left and headed toward the godchamber.
Tephe caught up with god where he expected it, with the priest Andso. From a distance, the god appeared to be holding the priest in a long and tender kiss. As the captain approached, the kiss transfigured itself. The god had torn off the priest’s jaw and was leisurely consuming his tongue. Tephe hoped the priest was already dead.
On either side of the priest his acolytes lay crumpled, pikes tossed aside, missing their heads. The hallway stank of blood.
The god was fondling something on the priest’s chest. It was the Talent it had sought for so long. Between chews, the god sighed as it stroked the Talent. As it did so, its body shifted and changed. Freed of its constraints, the god was returning to its own form. The god did not seem to notice that Tephe was behind it. Tephe looked back, imagining the path to the godchamber in his head. As silently as he could, he came to within striking distance of the god.
Be with me now, My Lord,Tephe thought.
For the first and last time, Tephe spoke the god’s name.
The god turned and screamed as the whip caught it in the face, tearing through cheek and eyelid and puncturing eyeball with a serrated snap. The god howled and grabbed at the ruin of its face, tearing the Talent off the dead priest as it brought its hand up. It fluttered in the air; Tephe followed it for a moment and then lost it as the god writhed, slipped on the blood on the walkway and fell with a crash.
Tephe did not wait for the god to get up. He ran at full speed toward the godchamber.