The speech wasn't bad, Bet noticed, watching the frozen Companions. Doc would be very proud of his composition.
"But then, from my resting, I felt a rumbling, a disturbance. And I was forced to remove myself from the warmth of the Flame, to examine my people.
"To my shame, I found destruction looming for my people. And I found a young man who was attempting to speak in my name.
"Not an evil man was your Prophet Mathias. He did suppress the heresy of the Jann. But he was a man who went beyond his mission.
"But now I, Talamein, do declare the error of his ways.
"I, Talamein, order my people to lay down their arms and return to seek happiness and their homes. Because only in peace and security can the true beliefs of Talamein come to fruition.
"Only in freedom and security will the Flame of Talamein blossom through the universe.
"I now declare anathema the man or woman who picks up arms in my name.
"I declare anathema the man or woman who attempts to convert an unbeliever by any means other than persuasion and example.
"I now declare anathema the being who uses the words of Talamein to imprison, enslave, or deprive any other being of those rights that all of us realize in our hearts are due us."
The Companions were, by now, on their knees, heads on the pavement.
"And now I leave you, to return to the Sanctity of the Flame. I adjure you to follow my instructions.
"If you so do, when your earthly envelope decays, I will welcome you to the Fellowship of the Flame.
"I also admonish you not to despise this man Mathias, from whom I speak. Though in error, he sought the truth. In his memory I require you to raise monuments and memorials.
"And now I shall return to the Flame.
"Having used this envelope and therefore sanctified it, I shall also take its occupier with me to the Sanctity of the Flame.
"And we, Talamein and the mortal Mathias, declare this envelope no longer suited to the uses and purposes of the flesh.
"Any such could only be desecration.
"My final blessings, and may peace pass among you."
The hailer clicked off, and Mathias, gaze fixed on the horizon, took four steps forward, off the balcony. His body silently curved downward through one-hundred meters of space to the courtyard flagstones below.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
THE COURTYARD WAS empty, save for bodies, the stunned mercenaries, and the arms hastily abandoned when the Companions stumbled past the broken gates, toward the city below.
Bet was slumped against Hugin, carefully digging a piece of shrapnel from Munin's paw, when Ffillips squatted before her.
"Mantis Section, eh?"
Bet covered her reaction, then looked up. "Pardon?"
"I am a logical woman," the battered soldier said carefully. "When a mercenary officer returns to rescue me, my men and women, against all odds, bringing with him some of the— forgive me—oddest beings I have ever had the pleasure to encounter and then wins the war by making its tyrant recant publicly, I hear echoes of things."
"Such as?"
"Such as tales I heard before I, ahem, separated from the Imperial Guards. Are you not Mantis Section, and was this not an Imperial Mission?"
"Clottin'-A, buster," someone croaked from behind Bet. "Now, if someone'll stop playing with their triumphs and get me a medic, I'll be quite satisfied. I got four holes in my chest and investments to protect."
Absolute astonishment, and then Ffillips and Bet were running for the Temple to get Doc as Ida miraculously wobbled up into a sitting position. One of the tigers walked over to her and, purring, began to lick the blood from her neck.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
"YOU MUCH UNDERSTAND the hesitation of this council," the graybeard croaked as he tottered to his feet. "I mean no contempt, Colonel... I believe you said that was the way to refer to you?
"But you must know the perplexity that the past few years have brought to us, those of us who have recanted the ways of the world to study Talamein in peace."
"I do," Sten agreed.
Sten stood in front of twenty of the most carefully selected theologicians of Talamein—men selected for their age, expertise, honesty, and longwindedness. They were in the former throne room of the Temple. It looked much as it had when Mathias was occupying it, except the two-handed sword over the vidmap was gone. The twin eternal flames blazed alone.
Two other beings were in the room.
"These matters," the elder continued, "must be studied. Must be considered. Certainly none of us is arguing the truth of the appearance of Talamein himself..."
There was a muttered S'be't from the elders.
"What puzzles us is the necessity to consider these actions. The necessity to evaluate them, as to their truth and as to how they pertain to the Truth of the Flame.
"These matters may require some time to consider, and, in that time, what will happen with the ways of the world?
"We assembled here are elders. Men of silence and thought. But we must realize that beyond this Temple and these walls, there are beings and worlds to reckon with. To govern. And, I think I speak for my colleagues, we do not consider ourselves capable of performing this task. I assume, then, that perhaps you..." The graybeard let his words trail off delicately.
"No," Sten said. "I am but a simple soldier. A man of the earth. I shall continue on my own path, seeking my own destiny.
"But you are correct," he said, wondering where the drakh he found this smoothness and deciding he'd been too long with churchmen, hypocrites, and noblemen, "in that you and the people of Talamein shall need protection and assistance.
"This shall be my gift to you." And he turned to the two other beings in the chamber.
"This first person shall keep your government honest and your people free from the threat of invasion."
Ffillips smiled.
"And this other being shall handle the necessities of trade, merchandising, and, most important, dealing with those beings from beyond the Lupus Cluster who merely wish sustenance and a chance to pass through."
Otho grunted.
Sten lifted the medallion that Theodomir had given him months before, when he was made a Soldier of Talamein.
"I am a soldier, as I said. But perhaps, when I was made a Carrier of the Flame, I was given a gift to see into the future a bit.
"I see two things: Strangers shall come into the Lupus Cluster. Travelers. Men who seek strange matter, beyond these worlds. I see that your duty is to give them succor and to show them, by example, the peace that Talamein can bring.
"And I see one other thing: Mathias, it was true, followed the ways of ice and cold and flesh. But somehow I sense that in his final moments, he achieved what few men have gifted to them.
"In his words from the balcony, he truly became what he had intended—Talamein reincarnate."
And Sten bowed his head, waited five seconds, then strode for the exit. He needed Alex's jokes, Bet for more interesting reasons, and about five liters of pure alk.
This salvation thing was a thirsty and wearisome business.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
"NO MAHONEY," THE Eternal Emperor purred, "I do not wish to read the full fiche. I want to consider what you just told me."
"Yes, sir," Mahoney said in a carefully neutral voice.
"You will kindly stand at attention while I review this, Colonel."
"Sir."
"Your Mantis team, and this young lieutenant..."
"Sten, sir."
"Sten. Yes. He managed, with a handful of mercenaries, to topple a religious dictatorship, to convince its fanatics to go grow whatever they grow out there, and to arrange things so that my miners will be treated well."