“Shoot him, Rupert! Shoot!”
Hentzau held the laser the way he had seen her hold it, with his finger on the stud, then he came up to her and bent over, putting the weapon up against the side of her head.
“I’m sorry, my dear, but since the play-actor’s thrown in with the king, I think that I’d best do the same. The odds seem better to me. Be so kind as to release His Majesty.”
“Good man, Hentzau!” Finn said. “Now we-” his knees buckled and he sank down to the floor. “Oh, no!” he said. “Not now!”
He fell over on his side, unconscious.
Lucas huddled on the floor, holding his head from the concussion of the explosion. Fine dust filled the air with swirling fog and there was crumbled stone all around him. He sat up slowly, his ears ringing, to see if he was still in one piece. He was lacerated and bruised and burned in more places than he could count and he had no idea how much radiation he had received. His entire body hurt and he could barely see straight.
The corridor where the auto-pulser had been was gone. Completely gone. The cool night breeze that came in through the gaping, massive hole where the wall had been was a welcome relief from the musty atmosphere of the ancient castle corridors. Lucas got to his feet unsteadily and lurched over to the opening. The moat was directly beneath him. He took a deep breath and fell forward into space.
They heard the explosion at the opposite end of the castle.
“What in heaven’s name was that?” said Drakov, his eyes never leaving Forrester, despite his being startled by t he sound. His whole body stiffened.
“A warp grenade,” said Forrester. “It seems that Priest isn’t out of it yet.”
Drakov shook his head, having no idea what a warp grenade was. It sounded as if it had blown half the castle away. “Your people certainly possess a dogged persistence,” he said. “Very resourceful. My compliments. You’ve trained them well. I admire such determination.”
“Then give it its due,” said Forrester. “You have the upper hand. Let Andre go. She’s no threat to you now. I’m the one you really want.”
“True,” said Drakov, “but Falcon wants you all.”
“Assuming that she’s still alive,” said Forrester. “If she’s managed to kill the king, then chances are that it’s all over anyway. You’ve won. You’ve got what you wanted.”
“Why should I release her?”
“Colonel-” Andre said.
“Shut up, Corporal. That’s an order,” Forrester said sharply. “Your quarrel is with me, Nikolai. Everything that’s happened here in one way or another is my responsibility. This is a private matter between the two of us. Leave her out of it. You have nothing to gain by killing her now and nothing to lose by letting her go.”
“Moses, don’t-”
“I said shut up!” snapped Forester. “Nikolai, please. I’m begging you. You want me to get down on my knees?”
“Enough,” said Drakov. “I have no stomach to see you beg.”
“Do you have the stomach to see what Falcon will probably do to her?” said Forrater. “You really think that she’ll be satisfied with a quick kill? Look at her. She’s already weak from loss of blood. She probably couldn’t even stand up. But Falcon is a trained agent, a skilled assassin. She’ll be able to keep her alive for a long time before she’s finished.”
“Yes, I believe she would,” said Drakov, quietly.
“I’m not asking you for myself,” said Forrester. “Remember how your mother died. Remember how you tried to help and couldn’t.”
Drakov turned pale. “How did you know that?”
“Falcon, told me all about it in a letter,” said Forester, heavily. “She didn’t spare me much. She seemed to take a lot of pleasure in reconstructing the graphic details of the scene from what you must have told her. Undoubtedly, she embellished a great deal. Somehow, I can’t imagine you describing her being raped in quite that manner.”
Drakov gritted his teeth. His eyes narrowed to slits. “Turn around,” he said.
Forrester hesitated for a moment, then complied, slowly turning his back to him, facing the stone wail. He heard a muffled sob.
“The chronoplate is beneath her cot,” he said. “I will give you the sequence code for its tailgate device. Set the coordinates for your time and send her home.”
“No!” said Andre. “Moses, you can’t-”
Forrester reached out quickly and rendered her unconscious with a nerve pinch. Then, under his son’s direction, he deactivated the tailgate device on the chronoplate, assembled the border circuits, programmed the transition coordinates, and clocked her to Plus Time, to Pendleton Base. Then he turned to face his son,
“Here,” said Drakov, tossing him the control unit. “If Major Priest is still alive, then perhaps this will give him a fighting chance.”
Forrester turned off the defense systems, then tossed the unit onto the cot. It would end here and now, one way or another. Perhaps they had failed and it was all pointless, anyway. But his son was his responsibility. He would have liked to take out Falcon, but if she did not return in the next moment, he would be forced to leave her to Priest and Delaney, assuming they were still alive. He could wait no longer. At least Andre was clear.
Drakov lowered the laser and, to Forrester’s astonishment, dropped it on the floor.
“We shall settle this like gentlemen,” he said, as Forester stared at him uncomprehendingly. “You have dishonored my mother, sir. I demand satisfaction. The choice of weapons is yours.”
Forrester closed his eyes. He was seized by a sudden, irrational impulse to laugh. A duel. His son was challenging him to a duel.
“I fear that we have no sabres here,” said Drakov, “but we have the lasers and a number of revolvers. Or, if you prefer, wean use knives.”
Forrester smiled, ruefully. “What would you suggest?”
“Under the circumstances, I would favor knives,” said Drakov. “The room is quite small and would provide for no proper test of marksmanship.”
Forrester sighed and shook his head. “I can’t,” he said, softly. “God damn it, I just can’t.”
“You refuse me?” said Drakov, frowning.
“No. No, I don’t have that right, Son,” he said. “You misunderstood. I have a small device strapped to my chest beneath my shirt. It contains a nerve gas, very quick and very lethal.”
“I see,” said Drakov. “That is why you were so concerned about Corporal Cross.”
“Give me a moment,” said Forrester, “and I’ll remove it.”
Drakov nodded and started taking off his own shirt as Forrester removed his. As Forrester disarmed the device and took it off, Drakov tossed aside his shirt, revealing a massive, muscular chest, powerful arms and rock-hard abdominals. He took two knives, both daggers with ten inch blade, and offered Forrester his choice.
It was almost dawn.
13
Lucas hit the moat feet first and thrashed his way to the surface. He was barely able to tread water. He knew that he was functioning on adrenalin and he wondered how long it would be before he collapsed. It was some thirty or forty yards to the drawbridge, a bit less to the bank. He struck out laboriously for the bank. He managed to pull himself out and he lay there for a moment on the ground, trying to get his breath back. The plasma burns were throbbing and he was shivering. With an effort, he picked himself up and began walking along the bank towards the chateau. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he got there. He merely tried to concentrate on one step at a time. That was effort enough. He moved from tree to net using the trunks for support, resting as briefly as he could when it seemed that his energy had completely given out and then forcing himself to go on. He tried not to think about the mission. Apparently, it had failed. He tried not to think about Forrester or Finn or Andre. He tried not to think about the Timekeepers or about the pain and he tried not to imagine what he must look like with half his face burned away. He had seen what the plasma had done to his leg and the sight of it alone, much less the smell, was enough to make him gag. He concentrated all his will on getting to the castle somehow. All he could do was to go on. He was still alive and so long as he was alive, he still had a job to do.