“Once I pass through the gate, I will initiate the disarming sequence. I will spare your queen, for now,” Veriasse said.
The dronon began walking, wrenched Everynne toward the gate. Maggie and Orick leapt through ahead of her, but Gallen and Veriasse stood on each side of the gate. The chemical fire of the incendiary rifle burned white across the arch. With their dark robes, weapons drawn and faces masked, Gallen and Veriasse looked like doormen to some hell.
They each took one of her hands. Together they leapt into the light.
Chapter 12
Gallen stood up to his knees in the warm water of a new world, panting, holding onto Everynne’s hand. He spared the world a quick glance: twin white-hot suns spun on the horizon. In every direction, a shallow sea reflected the yellow sky, and fingers of vapor climbed from the water. The sea was calm, with only tiny lapping waves, and when Gallen looked toward the distant suns, a strange prismatic effect caused the waves to sparkle in a rainbow. Maggie and Orick were searching about, unable to spot land. But to the southeast, Gallen’s mantle showed him distant bluffs of coral, rising from the water.
“Where the hell are we?” Gallen asked angrily. He was shaking-they’d come close to getting butchered on Fale, and Gallen didn’t like that. Even worse, he didn’t appreciate Everynne hiding things from him-like the fact that she carried a weapon that could destroy a world. She put the Terror into a fold of her robe. Veriasse opened his map.
“We’re on Cyannesse, of course,” he said. The map showed them as a fiery dot of red, but showed no gates. Veriasse pushed a corner of the map, and its scale expanded to display a continent-if continent you could call it. Cyannesse was mostly ocean, and the land here looked to be only a rough archipelago. “Ah, here is the gate,” he said, pointing to a blue arch. “Only about a thousand kilometers. We’re not far from a city.” He pointed southeast, toward the cliffs. “Let’s go.”
“I don’t get it,” Orick bawled. “Why don’t we see the gate from this side? Why did we get dumped in the water?”
“You don’t see a gate from this side,” Veriasse explained, “because the gate doesn’t have two sides. Each gate on a planet is like a bow, shooting you toward a single destination, and you are the arrow. You simply land where you are pointed, within reason. An intelligence is built into each gate, and that intelligence continually tracks the destination planet. There is a beacon buried beneath us that tells the gate how deep the soil is, so you don’t land in a bed of rock. When this gate was built, this spot was on land, but now the oceans have risen. Still, I’ve been through this gate before-this spot is only underwater during high tides. We can make it to shore easily enough.” Veriasse made as if to depart.
“Wait!” Gallen said, looking first to Veriasse, then to Everynne. Gallen still had not sheathed his sword; it dripped blood into the clear, warm water. “Neither of you are going anywhere until I get some answers.”
“What?” Veriasse said. “You wear the mantle of a Lord Protector for two days and think you can beat me in combat?”
Gallen stuck his sword into the sand under the water, swiftly pulled his incendiary rifle, aimed it at Veriasse. “I’ve known you less than a week, but I have heard two very different stories about your plans. First, you said you planned to start a war to win back your realm. But a minute ago, you said you plan to destroy nearly a hundred worlds. I may be a Backward, but I’ve learned a few things in the past week. If that Terror breaks, it will destroy this planet. You are jeopardizing every world you set foot on. No one has that right! You’ve been traveling between the Maze of Worlds, and by your own admission you have sabotaged world upon world. Though you may be a Tharrin, Everynne, I have yet to see evidence of the compassion that you claim as your birthright.”
Maggie and Orick kept still, not daring to interrupt. Veriasse held back. Everynne watched Gallen and licked her lips.
“You are right, of course,” she said. “I’m not what I seem. On Fale, they so wanted a new incarnation of their great judge that they were willing to believe I was her without any evidence. But I am not so certain that I am my mother’s daughter.”
“Don’t say that!” Veriasse interrupted. He said to Gallen, “How dare you! How dare you set yourself up to judge her, you miserable little piece of filth!”
“And how dare you create a god to judge me without my consent!” Gallen shouted. “I’ll not aid you further. In fact, I’ll kill you both dead right now, unless I get some answers!”
“Don’t, Gallen-” Orick growled.
“If he must know the truth,” Everynne said to Veriasse, “I prefer to answer his questions.” She held her head high, gazed evenly into Gallen’s eyes. He could detect no fear in her, no deceit.
“You’re right about me. I don’t feel that I deserve to be the Lord Judge of your world or any other. I haven’t earned that right, and I doubt I’m worthy of it. Certainly, I’m not sure that my people would approve of me. The Tharrin do not just insert a Lord Judge as a ruler. They breed and train and test tens of thousands of candidates for every position that is filled-and I fear that if they knew me, they would be horrified by me. Yes, I carry a device in my pocket that could destroy this world! Yes, I’ve let hundreds of people throw their lives away so that I can win back my mother’s place. I–I don’t even want the position! Maggie-” She looked at the girl. “You told me the other day about how you hated working in your little inn, scrubbing dirt from the floors, washing, feeling like a slave. Yet can you imagine being asked to clean the filth from ten thousand worlds? Can you imagine being the sole arbiter in a hundred thousand disputes per day, sentencing thousands to die every hour? I–I cannot imagine any post that would make me feel more corrupt!”
Tears filled her eyes, and Everynne began coughing, heaving in great sobs. She fell to her knees in the water, folding her arms over her stomach. “Did you see how many died for me today? When I look at the things I’ve done …”
“Shhh …” Veriasse said, sloshing through the water to comfort her. “No matter, no matter. You must only take the post for awhile-long enough for the Tharrin to send a replacement.”
Gallen studied them. It was said that the Tharrin were bred for compassion. He could now see how Everynne suffered. She carried weapons to destroy a world, yet those weapons tore at the very fabric of her sanity, and as he watched her sobbing, saw her self-loathing, part of him realized that if he were to be judged by a god, she was the one he wanted.
Veriasse held Everynne, but he stared up at Gallen with angry, brooding eyes.
“What are your plans?” Gallen asked, “I want every detail.”
“We are going to make war with the dronon,” Veriasse answered. “The Terrors are set on their most heavily occupied worlds. We will only detonate them if we are forced to.”
“Father, don’t!” Everynne said. “No more lies! They’ve earned the right to learn the truth.”
“You can’t-” Veriasse urged, but Everynne said, “Veriasse and I are going to Dronon, to battle the Lords of the Swarm in single, unarmed combat. If Veriasse can defeat them, then by dronon law we will become their lords, and I can order the dronon to retreat from human territory. It’s the only way to save our worlds. It is what my mother wanted. Everything we’ve done-the Terrors, the talk of war, all have been a ruse.”
Gallen considered-his mantle carried a great deal of battle information, and he recalled the dreams it had been sending. Veriasse had made detailed studies of how to fight the dronon in unarmed combat, and Gallen pondered upon the possibility. Nature had gifted the dronon vanquishers with armor. They were larger, stronger, and more mobile than a human, and had an array of weapons that was frightening. A human could hardly hope to win against one in unarmed combat.
“Why not a full-scale war?” Gallen asked. “You could win a war like the one you described on Fale. Destroy Dronon and the occupied worlds. A few fleets could then clean up the mess.”