into undetectable wavebands. Phantom images were projected to confuse and intimidate. Matter and force were thrown around with abandon. Day by day, skirmish by skirmish, even hour by hour, the human factions had fallen in and out of co-operation, depending on minute changes in battle projections. Skade had only wanted to aid Remontoire if the alternative was her own guaranteed annihilation. Remontoire’s reasoning had not been so very far removed.
But a week ago, Skade had changed her tactics. A corvette had left one of her two remaining heavy ships. Remontoire’s side had tracked the swiftly moving ship to Ararat at it slipped between the major battle fronts. Analysis of its acceleration limits suggested that it was carrying at least one human occupant. A small detachment of Inhibitor forces had chased the corvette, cutting much closer to the planet than they usually did. It was as if the machines had realised that something significant was at stake, and that the corvette must be stopped at all costs.
They had failed, but not before damaging the Conjoiner ship. Again, Remontoire and his allies had managed to track the limping spacecraft as its stealth systems shifted in and out of functionality. They had watched the ship ditch in Ararat’s atmosphere, making a barely controlled landing in the sea. There was no sign that anyone on Ararat had even noticed.
A few days later, Khouri had followed. Remontoire had refused to commit a larger force, not when there was so little chance of making it past the Inhibitors to the surface. But they had agreed that a small capsule might stand a slim chance. In addition, someone really needed to let the people on Ararat know what was going on, and sending Khouri would kill two birds with one stone.
Vasko thought about the strength of mind that it must have taken for Khouri to come down here on her own, with no guarantee of rescue, let alone of being able to save her daughter. He wondered what the stronger emotion was: her love for her daughter, or the hatred she must have felt towards Skade.
The more he considered it, the less likely it seemed that this situation was the result of any kind of misunderstanding. And he very much doubted that any of this was going to be resolved by negotiation. Skade might have stolen Aura from Khouri, but she had had the element of surprise, and she would have lost nothing if her attempt had resulted in the death of either mother or baby. But that wasn’t true now. And Skade — if she was still alive and if the baby was still alive inside her — would be expecting them.
What would it take to make her give up Aura?
In the lamp-light, Vasko saw a flicker of silver-grey from Clavain’s direction, and watched as the old man examined the knife he had brought with him from his island retreat.
Rashmika had arranged a private meeting with Quaestor Jones. It took place immediately after a trading session, in the same windowless room she had visited with Crozet. Behind his desk, the quaestor waited for her to say something, hands folded across his generous paunch, his lips conveying suspicion mingled with faint prurient interest. Now and then he popped a morsel of food into the jaws of his pet, which squatted on the desk like a piece of abstract sculpture moulded from bright-green plastic.
As she studied him, Rashmika wondered how good he was at telling truth from lies. It was difficult to tell with some people.
‘She’s a persistent little madam, Peppermint,’ the quaestor said. ‘Warned her away from the roof, and there she was, not two hours later. What do you think we should do with her, eh?’
‘If you don’t want people up on the roof, you ought to make it a bit harder to get up there,’ Rashmika said. ‘In any case, I don’t particularly like being spied on.’
‘I have an obligation to protect my passengers,’ he said. ‘If you don’t like that, you’re very welcome to leave when Mr Crozet returns to the badlands.’
‘Actually, I want to stay aboard,’ Rashmika said.
‘You mean you wish to make the pilgrimage to the Way?’
‘No.’ She hid her distaste at the thought of the people on the racks. She had learned that they were called Observers. ‘Not that. I want to travel to the Way and to find work there. But pilgrimage hasn’t got anything to do with it.’
‘Mm. We’ve already been over your skills profile, Miss Els.’
It did not please her that he remembered her name. ‘We barely discussed it, Quaestor. I don’t think you can really make an honest assessment of my skills based on one short conversation.’
‘You informed me you were a scholar.’
‘Correct.’
‘So return to the badlands and continue your scholarship.’ He made an effort to look and sound reasonable. ‘What better place to further your study of the scuttlers than at the very site where their relics are being unearthed?’
‘It isn’t possible to study there,’ she said. ‘No one cares what the relics signify as long as they’re able to get good money for them. No one’s interested in the bigger picture.’
‘And you are, I take it?’
‘I have theories concerning the scuttlers,’ she said, fully aware of how precocious she sounded, ‘but to make further progress I need access to proper data, the kind in the possession of the church-sponsored archaeological groups.’
‘Yes, we all know about those groups. But aren’t they in a position to form theories of their own? Begging your pardon, Miss Els, but why do you imagine that you — a seventeen-year-old — are likely to bring a fresh perspective to the matter?’
‘Because I have no vested interest in maintaining the Quaicheist view,’ Rashmika said.
‘Which would be?’
‘That the scuttlers are an incidental detail, unrelated to the deeper matter of the vanishings, or at best a reminder of what’s likely to happen to us if we don’t follow the Quaicheist route to salvation.’
‘There’s no doubt that they were denied salvation,’ the quaestor said, ‘but then so were eight or nine other alien cultures. I forget what the latest count is. There’s clearly no particular mystery here. Local details about this particular vanished species, their history and society and so on, still need to be researched, of course, but what happened to them in the end isn’t in doubt. We’ve all heard those pilgrims’ tales from the evacuated systems, Miss Els, the stories about machines emerging from the dark between the stars. Now, it seems, it’s our turn.’
‘The supposition being that the scuttlers were wiped out by the Inhibitors?’ she asked.
He popped a crumb into the intricate little mouth of his animal. ‘Draw your own conclusions.’
‘That’s all I’ve ever done,’ she said. ‘And my conclusion is that what happened here was different.’
‘Something wiped them out,’ the quaestor said. ‘Isn’t that enough for you?’
‘I’m not sure it was the same thing that wiped out the Amarantin, or any of those other cultures. If the Inhibitors had been involved, do you think they’d have left this moon intact? They might have compunctions about destroying a world, a place with an established biosphere, but an airless moon like Hela? They’d have turned it into a ring system, or a cloud of radioactive steam. Yet whoever or whatever finished off the scuttlers wasn’t anywhere near that thorough.’ She paused, fearful of revealing too much of her cherished thesis. ‘It was a rush job. They left behind too much. It’s almost as if they wanted to leave a message, maybe a warning.’
‘You’re invoking an entirely new agency of cosmic extinction, is that it?’
Rashmika shrugged. ‘If the facts demand it.’
‘You’re not greatly troubled by self-doubt, are you, Miss Els?’
‘I know only that the vanishings and the scuttlers must be related. So does everyone else. They’re just too scared and intimidated to admit it.’
‘And you’re not?’
‘I was put on Hela for a reason,’ she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth as if spoken by someone else.
The quaestor looked at her for a long, uncomfortable moment. ‘And this crusade,’ he said, ‘this quest to uncover the truth no matter how many enemies it makes you — is that why you’re so intent on reaching the Permanent Way?’
‘There’s another reason,’ she said, quietly.
The quaestor appeared not to have heard her. ‘You have a particular interest in the First Adventists, don’t you? I noticed it when I mentioned my role as legate.’
