Just in case. They had yet to decide the manner in which they would leave this world.
HORATIUS WAITED IN HIS RESIDENCE’S grand ballroom. Amid aides and friends packed haunch to haunch, the miasma of fear pheromones was all but overwhelming.
He had done all that he could and all that Baedeker had asked. As digits sloooowly changed on the clock high on the wall, pessimism washed over him.
In the final analysis, the Hindmost’s Refuge, far beneath his hooves, had little appeal. Enough Citizens had taken shelter there after the
To flee to the Refuge would mean living with the memory of untold deaths.
As explosions overheads rocked the building, Horatius stared helplessly at the wall clock.
WHERE TO NOW?
ARM, Kzinti, and Trinoc ships surrounded Hearth. The vast, amorphous cloud of — Nessus did not know what — had begun a dash to … also unclear. Away from Hearth, certainly. Ignoring the alien hordes. And, in the process, blocking his path to Nature Preserve Two.
Short, squat, cylindrical ships, smaller even than a GP #2 hull, darted from NP5. The Gw’oth were leaving!
The taste of “success” was bitter in his mouths.
The Gw’oth ships, and a squadron of Kzinti destroyers breaking away from Hearth in pursuit, eliminated Nature Preserve Five as a landing spot, too.
Return to Nature Preserve One and Achilles? Never.
That left Nature Preserve Three, the world farthest from
Nessus turned his stolen ship toward Nature Preserve Three, accelerating as fast as he dared, shouting into the comm console as he flew.
AROUND THE DOME of the planetary-drive building, alarm lights blazed fiery red. Bone-jarring dissonances, stepping-disc emergency tones, rattled the floor.
Standing tall, at peace, Achilles waited.
The stepping discs, as they had begun their shrieking, had roused one worker from catatonia. He had taken one look around and galloped from the building. The rest of the technicians, sunken yet more deeply into themselves, would offer no problems.
Death on an unparalleled scale was moments away. The definitive revenge. Greatness beyond equal. The ultimate transformation.
In moments,
Calmly brushing his mane, Achilles welcomed … apotheosis.
“ONE SHIP HAS LEFT NP1,” Jeeves advised. “A Puppeteer ship.”
Any ships the Fringe War had not blasted from the sky, the Concordance had grounded. “It is Nessus?” Louis asked hopefully.
“Unknown,” Jeeves said.
“Put me through!” Louis ordered. “Nessus! Is that you? Do you need help?”
Nothing.
Alice leaned over to study the tactical display in which Jeeves had set one dot blinking. “It’s inside the singularity still. It’ll take a while for them to get our hail.”
And just as long — if it even was Nessus on that ship — to answer.
Only after less than thirty seconds, they heard. Someone had called them first.
“Nessus hailing
Louis hesitated for only an instant. “Jeeves, back us off a light-hour.”
Call it a billion kilometers, more distant than Jupiter from the sun. Whatever situation had Nessus worried, he and Alice would monitor events in safety from there.
SPENT, EXPECTANT, AND AFRAID, Baedeker waited, all alone, in the center of a vast, cavernous space. There was nothing more to do, and no time remaining in which to act.
For doubts and regrets, time stretched endlessly.
What he hoped to accomplish was without precedent. Had he deluded himself from the outset? What mistakes had he made in his haste? Was he wrong to have come here, to entrust matters on Hearth to others? Had Nessus sacrificed himself, had they spent their final days apart, in pursuit of a fantasy?
Had he doomed
The tang of ozone was in the air. The hairs of his mane stood away from his cranial dome. He felt rather than heard a faint vibration through his legs, any sounds from the great engines around him drowned out by the endless howl of the Hindmost.
“Run and hide. Run and hide. Run and hide…”
NESSUS DROVE
With the sky still dark and the shriek of reentry harsh in his ears, time ran out.…
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A giant fist seized
Rigid and immobile in a restraint field, Louis screamed, “Alice!”
“I’m all right,” she shouted back.
“Jeeves?” he called.
“I have no idea, Louis.”
So much for his theory that a billion kilometers of separation would keep them safe.
Across the electromagnetic spectrum, from long radio waves to hard gamma rays, every readout on the sensor panel was maxed out — until, amid showers of sparks, the meters went dark. The count of particles sleeting against the hull was inconceivable, and it kept mounting. Gravimetric sensors showed … what?
Space-time ripping itself apart.
He was in a futzy restraint field. The whole futzy ship was stabilized by inertial dampeners. Still, something was rattling him around like dice in a cup.
But it wasn’t dice in a cup. That was his
“LOUIS. LOUIS. LOUIS. LOUIS…”
“I’m here, Jeeves,” Louis answered groggily. Only dim emergency lighting and ominous red alarms lit the bridge. Beneath billows of fire-suppressant foam, the arc of consoles crackled and hissed. Exhaust fans roared, but he smelled charred insulation and smoke. A drink bulb and loose papers floated nearby, so they had lost cabin gravity. He wasn’t floating, so the restraint field remained active.
“For the moment we are safe,” Jeeves said. “But the ship’s systems have suffered — ”
“Alice!” he called. He couldn’t turn his head to check on her, and he imagined the worst.
She didn’t answer.
“Release me!” Louis ordered.
“Alice is unconscious, as you were until seconds ago. I hear unobstructed breathing and a steady
