The Revelation Space Collection

go, and even if there was, we don’t want to hurt you. Whatever these people did to you, whatever they made you do, we’re not like them.’

She hissed back, ‘You’re Ultras. That’s all I need to know.’

‘We’re Ultras, yes, but we still want to help you. Our captain just wants to get away from this time bomb as quickly as possible. I talked him into giving us a few extra hours to find you. You can come with us whenever you like. But if you’d rather stay aboard this ship…’

She stared back at me and said nothing. I couldn’t guess her age. She had the face of a girl, but there was a steely resolution in her olive-green eyes that told me she was older than she looked.

‘I’m Inigo, the shipmaster from the Petronel,’ I said, hoping that my smile looked reassuring rather than threatening. I reached out my hand, my right one, and she flinched back. Even suited, even hidden under a glove, my hand was obviously mechanical. ‘Please,’ I continued, ‘come with us. We’ll treat you well and get you back to your people.’

‘Why?’ she snarled. ‘Why do you care?’

‘Because we’re not all the same,’ I said. ‘And you need to believe it, or you’re going to die here when we leave. Captain wants us to secure for thrust in less than an hour. So come on.’

‘What happened?’ she asked, looking around at the damaged compartment in which she had been cornered. ‘I know the Cockatrice was attacking another ship… how did you do this?’

‘We didn’t. We just got very, very lucky. Now it’s your turn.’

‘I can’t leave here. I need to be with this ship.’

‘This ship is going to blow up if one of us sneezes. Do you really want to be aboard when that happens?’

‘I still need to be here. Leave me alone, I’ll survive by myself. Conjoiners will find me again.’

I shook my head firmly. ‘That isn’t going to happen. Even if this ship doesn’t blow up, you’re still drifting at twenty-five per cent of the speed of light. That’s too fast to get you back to Shiva-Parvati, even if there’s a shuttle aboard this thing. Too fast for anyone around Shiva-Parvati to come out and rescue you, too.’

‘I know this.’

‘Then you also know that you’re not moving anywhere near fast enough to actually get anywhere before your resources run out. Unless you think you can survive fifty years aboard this thing, until you swing by the next colonised system with no way of slowing down.’

‘I’ll take my chances.’

A voice buzzed in my helmet. It was Van Ness, insisting that we return to the Petronel as quickly as possible. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, ‘but if you don’t come willingly, I’m going to have to bring you in unconscious.’ I raised the blunt muzzle of my slug-gun.

‘If there’s a tranquiliser dart in there, it won’t work on me. My nervous system isn’t like yours. I only sleep when I choose to.’

‘That’s what I figured. It’s why I dialled the dose to five times its normal strength. I don’t know about you, but I’m willing to give it a try and see what happens.’

Panic crossed her face. ‘Give me a suit,’ she said. ‘Give me a suit and then leave me alone, if you really want to help.’

‘What’s your name?’

‘We don’t have names, Inigo. At least nothing you could get your tongue around.’

‘I’m willing to try.’

‘Give me a suit. Then leave me alone.’

Van Ness started screaming in my ears again. I’d had enough. I pointed the muzzle at her, aiming for the flesh of her thigh, where she had her legs tucked under her. I squeezed the trigger and delivered the stun flechette.

‘You fool,’ she said. ‘You don’t understand. You have to leave me here, with this…’

That was all she managed before slumping into unconsciousness. She’d gone down much faster than I’d expected, as if she’d already been on her last reserves of strength. I just hoped I hadn’t set the stun dose too high. It was already strong enough to kill any normal human being.

Van Ness had been right to be concerned about our proximity to the Cockatrice. We’d barely doubled the distance between the two ships when her drive spar failed, allowing the port engine to drift away from its starboard counterpart. Several agonising minutes later, the distance between the two engine units exceeded sixteen hundred metres and the drives went up in a double burst that tested our shielding to its limits. The flash must have been visible all the way back to Shiva-Parvati.

The girl had been unconscious right up until that moment, but when the engines went up she twitched on the bunk where we’d placed her, just as if she’d been experiencing a vivid and disturbing dream. The rilled structures on the side of her crest throbbed with vivid colours, each chasing the last. Then she was restful again, for many hours, and the play of colours calmer.

I watched her sleeping. I’d never been near a Conjoiner before, let alone one like this. Aboard the ship, when we had been hunting her, she had seemed strong and potentially dangerous. Now she looked like some half-starved animal, driven to the brink of madness by hunger and something infinitely worse. There were awful bruises all over her body, some more recent than others. There were fine scars on her skull. One of her incisors was missing a point.

Van Ness still wasn’t convinced of the wisdom of bringing her aboard, but even his dislike of Conjoiners didn’t extend to the notion of throwing her back into space. All the same, he insisted that she be bound to the bunk by heavy restraints, in an armoured room under the guard of a servitor, at least until we had some idea of who she was and how she had ended up aboard the pirate ship. He didn’t want heavily augmented crew anywhere near her, either: not when (as he evidently believed) she had the means to control any machine in her vicinity, and might therefore overpower or even commandeer any crewperson who had a skull full of implants. It wasn’t like that, I tried to tell him: Conjoiners could talk to machines, yes, but not all machines, and the idea that they could work witchcraft on anything with a circuit inside it was just so much irrational fearmongering.

Van Ness heard my reasoned objections, and then ignored them. I’m glad that he did, though. Had he listened to me, he might have put some other member of the crew in charge of questioning her, and then I wouldn’t have got to know her as well as I did. Because I only had the metal hand, the rest of me still flesh and blood, he deemed me safe from her influence.

I was with her when she woke.

I placed my left on her shoulder as she squirmed under the restraints, suddenly aware of her predicament. ‘It’s all right,’ I said softly. ‘You’re safe now. Captain made us put these on you for the time being, but we’ll get them off you as soon as we can. That’s a promise. I’m Inigo, by the way, shipmaster. We met before, but I’m not sure how much of that you remember.’

‘Every detail,’ she said. Her voice was low, dark-tinged, untrusting.

‘Maybe you don’t know where you are. You’re aboard the Petronel. The Cockatrice is gone, along with everyone aboard her. Whatever they did to you, whatever happened to you aboard that ship, it’s over now.’

‘You didn’t listen to me.’

‘If we’d listened to you,’ I said patiently, ‘you’d be dead by now.’

‘No, I wouldn’t.’

I’d been ready to give her the benefit of the doubt, but my reservoir of sympathy was beginning to dry up. ‘You know, it wouldn’t hurt to show a little gratitude. We put ourselves at considerable risk to get you to safety. We’d taken everything we needed from the pirates. We only went back in to help you.’

‘I didn’t need you to help me. I could have survived.’

‘Not unless you think you could have held that spar on by sheer force of will.’

She hissed back her reply. ‘I’m a Conjoiner. That means the rules were different. I could have changed things. I could have kept the ship in one piece.’

‘To make a point?’

‘No,’ she said, with acid slowness, as if that was the only speed I was capable of following. ‘Not to make a point. We don’t make points.’