during that time, no one need be in space and far away from sufficient mental broadcast facilities. All the traffic is going still. How far away is the Transcendence? Ten days? Less?'
'Thirteen days. Tomorrow is the Twelfth Night Feast, when we all... when they all dress up as members of another sex or phylum.'
'I'm sorry.'
'That's OK. I wasn't expecting any Twelfth Night gifts anyway.' Twelfth Night gifts were only, by custom, meant to be somatic or choreographic packages, such as lords leaping, or ballet choreographs.
Phaethon knew Daphne preferred the Twelfth Night gifts above the other gifts of the other nights in the Penultimate Fortnight, because the many fine training routines, steeplechases, races, leaps, and cabriolets she had received for her horses last millennium, during Argentorium's reign, were among the finest performances her stock could show.
'I'm more worried about trespassing laws,' she said. 'Vafnir probably has to throw me out into space, but probably cannot sell me the services of his accelerator rings. I'll just be drifting on the slow orbit to nowhere, I guess, until and unless you can come back for me. I wonder how long the life support will hold out. The little canister will be lonely without you.'
'Maybe something will happen.' He was not going to say aloud that he hoped the Nothing Sophotech would be found and destroyed before the week was up. Once there was no more need for secrecy, Atkins could testify to the Hortators that Phaethon's Inquest had been tampered with, that Phaethon's exile was invalid, and that therefore Daphne's was also.
She turned to him. 'Darling, if you don't make it back, I'll be exiled for life. And my life probably won't last that long.'
He turned toward her. She truly wished she could see his face. 'Daphne, I...'
She stepped toward him, 'Yes ... ?'
He raised his hands as if he were about to embrace her. 'This voyage we've had together; it has made me realize that ... Well, you and I... We ...'
She stepped even closer. 'Yes ... ?'
But at that moment, a golden light shone up from underfoot, dazzlingly bright.
The station had turned to face nearer the Sun. In the dark field, where every other boat and tug was no more than a dot of light, the Phoenix Exultant, gigantic, splendid, one hundred kilometers long, blazing like a triangle of gold, burning as brightly as the blade of a spear, was clearly visible, even at this distance, to any naked eye which could tolerate the reflected glare from the all-too-nearby Sun.
The miles.of hull near the point of the prow were entirely streamlined. Just behind the heavy shielding of the prow, about four kilometers or so, were the flattened blisters of the broadcast houses, antennae, and receivers for innumerable detectors and sensors. They looked small and decorative, like the scales on the neck of a cobra, but some of those radar houses were a kilometer in length.
Behind them, along the spine of the great ship, were other streamlined streaks, betraying the presence of truly gigantic mass-drivers, launch ports, radio-lasers.
The amidships were burnished plates, smooth and unmarred. These could be altered, raised and lowered, to change the cross section and therefore the performance characteristic of the Phoenix Exultant at near-light speed. When the great ship was traveling slowly enough, these plates could be spread and opened like the petals of a rose or the sails of a clipper ship, and erect ramscoop fields to gather interstellar gas into the ten thousand titan-sized nuclear furnaces that lined the middle kilometers of the ship. This raw material could be used to produce fuel in flight. The Phoenix Exultant carried factories for the nucleogenesis of antimatter, in volume and output as large as any dozen of the antimatter-production facilities orbiting near Mercury Equilateral.
At rest, when the interstellar gas was too tenuous to gather, the port and starboard armor could open like the gills of a shark, and the Phoenix Exultant could plunge into the outer layers of a star, diving through photosphere and corona, and gather cubic acres of plasma into holding cells for the refueling process.
Aft were the engines and drives. Those exhaust ports could have swallowed the whole space station in which they stood.
These engines could drive that ship at speeds nothing but light itself could outpace. There were no other engines like those of the Phoenix Exultant. None had ever been built before.
There was no ship like her.
And yet the ship was cold, the drives were silent, there was no gleam of lamp or light anywhere on her, except the reflected light of the Mercurial sun, caught on certain plates and panels, blazing from her golden hull.
Daphne had her hands before her face. The image of the streamlined triangle of golden admantium was burned green behind her closed eyes. She blinked her eyes clear.
She asked, 'What were you saying, darling?' (Something about the two of us, something damn important!)
Phaethon was staring down between his feet. 'Hm? That's odd. Look at that ship in the distance.' He pointed, as if he expected her unaided eyes to match the visual amplification and tracking systems rebuilt into his nervous system and armor.
'Something about us, dear ...?'
He looked up. 'I'm sorry. What?'
'Oh, nothing, darling.' (OK. Fine. Be that way. Any day now, I'm going off with Atkins, and you can crawl up next to your frozen wifesicle for comfort.) 'What was it you were gawking at? I cannot believe you'd be staring at another ship at a time like this! What would your golden Phoenix-bride say if she knew?'
'Can you see? That dot in the distance.'
(Of course I cannot see it, you dunderhead.) 'What in particular is so very interesting?' (I cannot imagine anything at all so interesting that you're daring to intrude it into what might very possibly be our last few moments together!)
'I'm looking at a radar identifier that flies the heraldry of the Winged Chariot of Fire.'
(I take it back. That is interesting. A little.) 'Winged Chariot of Fire is Helion's private yacht.'
'She's docking with the Vulcan, his sun-diver bathysphere. Look. Fuel cells from the station are lining up to meet him. More cells are being sent out.'
(What in the hell is Helion doing here?) 'What in the world is Helion doing here?' (I betcha don't know either, do you, darling ... ?)
'I don't know.'
(Knew it.) 'It's only thirteen days till the Grand Transcendence. Why isn't he on Earth, with the Peers, preparing?'
'I don't know.'
(You said that already, darling. Now then, what about kissing me good-bye ... ? And how do I bring the topic up without spooking him away... ?) Daphne stepped closer to Phaethon. 'You know, darling, I thought things would get less confused, less dangerous, once I rescued you. But now everything is worse than ever... !'
He began to step toward her and began to raise his hands, as if, perhaps, to embrace and comfort her, when, at that same moment, Sigluvafnir stepped back into the room. 'To the exile calling himself Phaethon, Vafnir will, under protest, and only for the purpose of clearing up certain legal matters, agree to see you now.'
Phaethon turned to Daphne. 'I fear this is good-bye. I may not get a chance to see you before I am sent to my ship. I mean ... the ship that once was mine. There is much in my heart I wish to say ...'
Sigluvafnir: 'Hoy! We have no more time to waste! If you wish to see Vafnir, now is now, and later is too late!'
'We must make some arrangement as to what is to become of you. Put your canister into a microconsumption orbit and keep the beacon burning. I'll send an attendant ship from the Phoenix, if I can. I still hope Rhadamanthus or your Eve-ningstar can do something, though I am not sure what.'
Daphne smiled. 'I know where I'm going. I'll be line. Go off to your battle and kill your black monster without worrying about me. Because I just realized that I have, shall we say, certain legal matters of my own to clear up. There is something you need from Helion; and I think I know how to get it.'
Phaethon's posture showed surprise. He knew Daphne had conceived a hate for Helion. Now she wanted to talk to him .... ? 'He will not receive you.'
