His thigh had been repaired but he still had a slight limp. She sometimes wondered if it was from lack of therapy or if it was psychosomatic. Nobody in this fallen world seemed to be without scars.
“He told me, but I don’t believe it,” she snorted. “How much power did they use?”
“Nearly forty terawatts, concentrated in an area less than a meter across,” he replied.
“Forty?” she gasped. “Even Mother would find it hard to manage that!”
“And She is the only one that could be providing it,” he replied, grimly. “That’s not all. There was another attack on Sowese and they used another thirty on that. They have the constant output of their plants, to the watt, on our shields; we can’t even move in or out without translating, which takes power. And yet they’re finding more, much more, to attack us.”
“The elves?” she asked, quietly.
“I… don’t know,” Harry said. “Do the elves have their own power sources?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Powerful ones. But… the Lady said that they were sitting this out.”
“Perhaps you should contact her and get some confirmation on that,” Harry said dryly.
“The Lady is not someone you just send an avatar to,” Sheida replied. “Among other things, with Elfheim closed, there’s no way that I know of to get to her. She’d have to contact us.”
“One of the elves that is in the Outside?”
“I don’t think they can get through either,” she said with a shake of her head. “There is one hanging around Edmund, I’ll send him a message. But we must find new sources of power!”
“We’ve penetrated the Stone Lands and all the other active volcanic areas in Norau and off the coast,” he said. “There’s no more to be drawn there. We could try deep mantle insertions, but that has never been very stable.”
“Nuclear, hydro… there were other forms of power generation once,” she muttered.
“I suppose,” he replied, frowning. “But they did a lot of damage. And how much could you get from them? Compared to a fusion plant or the tectonics?”
“We can get some,” she replied. “With the loss of Amricar we are truly up a creek without a paddle. I think I’ll contact Aikawa. He sees opportunities where most don’t.”
“In addition to the power wars, Paul is moving on the ground as well,” Harry said, bring up a hologram. “He has consolidated all of Ropasa and Frika. Chansa has taken control in most of Frika, and Celine controls Efesia. Minjie and Aikawa are battling over control of Vishnya and the other areas around that region.
“The oceans are a real toss-up. Most of the mer and delphinos are taking a neutral position but Paul has a significant number of kupuas and ixchitl that have come to his side. They’re not attacking the mer, yet. But I think they’re biding their time.
“And there are significant Destiny societies in both Soam and Norau with virtually no corresponding Coalition areas in Ropasa or Frika. Or areas that have declared themselves to be neutral, in Norau at least.” He said the latter with a frown.
“I’m not going to force them,” Sheida said, shaking her head. “We need to get in contact with all the towns that have gotten on their feet. It’s about time for a constitutional convention.”
“You’re actually going ahead with that?” he said, shaking his head in reply. “Sheida, this is a war. It’s not something you want run by a committee!”
“I’m also not going to fight it with slaves,” she replied. “Or serfs or anything of the sort. People will fight harder for their freedom than they will for chains.”
“But not necessarily as well,” Harry said. “Okay, if that’s how you want to run it, fine. But we’ve got enemies in our bosom right now. And the Kent has declared itself to be neutral. We need those horsemen if we’re ever going to fight on the ground in earnest.”
“In good time,” Sheida replied. “Is there any good news?”
“Ungphakorn seems to be holding the Destiny forces that have been pushing against him from Edor. He gathered up a motley army of refugees and they are holding the main pass out of Edor into Bovil where most of his communities have concentrated. Other than that, no.”
“Well, we’ll just have to hope that it holds,” she replied.
“I… have a question,” Harry said, looking at the hologram of the world that was still spangled with red and green.
“Shoot.”
“Tanisha has turned in her Key,” Harry said.
“Yes, she has,” Sheida replied evenly. “She found herself slipping into Dream.”
“Has it been reassigned?”
“Yes, it has.”
“To whom?”
“Elnora Sill. She is a protégé of Aikawa.”
“Okay,” Harry replied, flexing his jaw. He paused for a moment then shook his head. “Did you even consider asking me?” he asked, evenly.
“No,” Sheida said, just as evenly.
“What? Why?” Harry said, surprised.
“Aikawa asked for it to go to Elnora,” Sheida replied. “And I have known Elnora for some time. She is well trained in Web management and has practiced extensively in avatar generation. That was what crushed Tanisha; the inability to split herself and the lure of Dream. You have no training in splitting or resisting Dream.”
“And I can’t get it if I don’t have a Key,” Harry argued doggedly.
“You could,” Sheida replied. “It doesn’t take any more power than what you are doing already. And it’s a good way to get things done. Very effective time management. But also somewhat dangerous. It’s easy to find your personality splitting or to lose control of an avatar that becomes too much ‘itself.’ If you want to split, just ask and I’ll approve it.”
“And to get a Key, I have to learn to split myself?” he asked.
“There is no sure path to becoming a member of the Council,” Sheida said. “But learning to split, effectively, is a good first step.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the aide said, flexing his jaw again.
“Don’t get snippy,” Sheida said tiredly. “You asked. I answered.”
“I understand,” Harry replied, standing up. “Is there anything else?”
“No,” she said. “I’m going to have a light meal and get some real sleep. All my avatars have been dispelled and for once I can wake up knowing it’s me.”
“I… very well,” he replied, frowning. “Good night, then.”
“Good night, Harry,” she said to his retreating back.
And it will be a cold day in hell before I let you have a Key.
The first thing that a Council member should know is that it was a curse, not a boon. And wanting it was halfway to never getting it.
“For Brutus is an honorable man,” she muttered. “Genie, light meal…”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Rachel was even more amazed to see the encampment in the morning. Besides the large area of shelters, more permanent structures were going up and everywhere there was the sound of sawing and hammering. Crowds filled the street as well and there was a… reek of humanity that she had never experienced before. In general it wasn’t unpleasant, but it was very strong.
“Humans are always like this,” Bast sighed. “Like beavers, even with dams,” she added, pointing up the hill to where, yes, another dam was under construction. “Backwards from beavers, though. First humans build shelters then dams.”