Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 3 : След на песке

'Good night, dear.'

Sleep was a long time coming. It always was these days.

* * *

He was sleeping. At least, his eyes were closed, so she hoped he was sleeping. The lights in the room were down as low as they could be: it was almost too dark for her to see him, and the most Delenn of Mir could make out of John Sheridan was a vague outline, marked by the slow, regular movements of the machinery that sustained his paralysed body.

The Ambassador from the Shadows would be arriving soon, within a few days at most. A thought had struck her not long after she had been told of his request to visit.

A cure. The Shadows had a cure for John.

She had contacted Sinoval again, in desperation. He had received her message, and he had replied in no uncertain terms that he had studied Deathwalker's files all he could, but he had found no trace of her cure. The Shadows had it, but that was all he knew. He then ended the conversation, pointing out that he had his own responsibilities to his own people.

Was it worth it? Would it truly be worth asking the Shadows for their cure? She had thought not. She and John had spoken of it once, and he had said he would not enslave himself to them for any cure. She had agreed, but that had been long ago, before the battle.

What if there could be peace? Was the Ambassador genuine? Could she…. ask…. him…?

She sighed, and tried to clear her head. The virus was not yet contagious, at least not according to the physicians here. They had managed to trace its progress to some extent and had constructed a hypothesis as to its effects, but they were a long, long way from a cure. All they could say for certain was that John would have to be placed in strict quarantine within two weeks at most.

And not long after that, he would be dead.

He moaned slightly, and she thought she could see his eyes flicker open. They looked…. so bloodshot.

'Delenn,' he whispered. 'Are…. are you there?'

'Yes,' she replied softly. 'Yes, I'm here.' She was holding his hand, but she knew he could not feel it. 'How…. how are you?'

'I was dreaming. I…. don't remember what about. It…. wasn't…. a nice…. dream though.'

'You should sleep,' she whispered.

'Sleep? Why? It's not as if I'm exerting myself here. I'm kept alive by machines, and…. medicines and I'm just waiting to die.'

'John, you shouldn't…. talk like this.'

'Why not?' He sounded angry. 'Why not, Delenn? Why are you…. still here? What…. use is there tying yourself to a…. dead man.'

'I am here because I love you,' she said softly. 'I will never leave you, John. Never.'

'I…. I know. I'm sorry. I just…. are you holding my hand?'

'Yes.'

'How is…. David? I haven't seen him…. in…. a while.'

She hesitated, trying to think of what to say. Commander Corwin had been to see him only that morning. 'He's…. on a scouting patrol,' she lied. 'He's still breaking in the Babylon.' He was on board the Babylon, that was true. He rarely left it these days. Corwin too had been looking almost haunted recently.

'My ship,' John said, almost proudly. 'Not…. my ship any more. They…. changed it…. did…. things…. to it…. Gave it to someone else….'

'It wasn't altered as much as you thought,' she said, hoping that would comfort him. Compared to some of the other human ships they had fought, the Babylon had contained remarkably little Shadow technology. 'It was just….' How had Commander Corwin put it? 'It was just beefed up a little. Improved hull integrity, navigation, weapons….' She had told John this before. Several times.

'My ship,' he said, his voice growing quieter. 'My…. ship….' His eyes closed. 'Love you…. Anna,' he whispered, as he fell asleep.

Delenn did not cry. She wanted to, but she could not. She had no more tears left.

* * *

Speeches. He had made so many, to so many different people. They were all much the same really. Empty promises, pledges and assurances that he knew he would not be able to meet, hollow guarantees and offers of friendship. All the while people back home would be preparing their own actions, completely indifferent to every word he was saying.

The situation here was a little different, but the speech was largely the same.

'We do not wish further violence between our peoples,' he said, addressing the Inner Council of the United Alliance, and making sure to study each figure in turn. 'The tragedy of the altercation at Epsilon Three only shows the true horror that can arise from such a conflict.'

They were listening, some more patiently than others. Minister Lethke was most attentive, and the Narn Ambassador G'Kael seemed quite interested. The two Drazi frequently snorted and tutted under their breath, but they made no interruptions.

And as for their leader, the blessed Delenn…. Ambassador David Sheridan had no idea what she was doing, for he was not looking at her at all. Not even a glance.

'We must not let zealots on either side blind us to the possibilities of a strong, working peace. The race you call the Shadows, and that I call friends, have much to offer you all. They have helped humanity return to security, they have helped protect the borders of humanity's space, and have provided technology far in advance of anything else currently available.

'The 'Shadows' wish only to help the other races, and live in peace and understanding with them. Their actions have been purely defensive on all occasions, aimed at countering threats to their welfare by others. All you have heard about them are half-truths and misconceptions, spread by their enemies. Spread by ignorance.

'They will be happy to show such people as Ha'Cormar'ah G'Kar, his…. Rangers, and even Primarch Sinoval the error they have been labouring under.' G'Kael started briefly at mention of G'Kar's name, but he said nothing. 'Any or all of you are welcome to come to the Shadows' homeworld of Z'ha'dum, or if you would prefer, to Proxima Three. They wish only peace…. and a better understanding between us all.'

He would not be believed of course, not with both Delenn and G'Kar here. The Narn might be possible to circumvent, but it would be difficult; he had been surrounded by Vorlons for too long. And as for Delenn…. Well, with her there were a thousand years of Vorlon indoctrination to get through, and that was simply not going to happen. But he had another trump card to play with her.

'We wish only peace,' he repeated. 'They wish only…. to help.'

* * *

He does not respect you.

She does not love you.

I will make you stronger. I will make you better than him. I will make her love you.

Kozorr sat alone in his cell, thinking. He was alone, but by his own request. He was also, as strange as it may sound, not a prisoner, save by his own will.

All the time he had been here he had been sparring with Sonovar, each of them testing their skill with the denn'bok, unarmed, and with other weapons. They were evenly matched, despite Kozorr's injuries. Neither had been able to kill the other.

'Imagine you were not injured so,' Sonovar had said. 'What could you accomplish then? More even than Sinoval, perhaps.'

He thought of Kats, and wondered ever so tentatively where she was, and what she was doing now. She would be with him, the Primarch, the greatest warrior of this generation, and perhaps of any other.

He had told her at last that he loved her. He had been prepared to give his life for her.

Would Sinoval have done as much?

She will never love you.

Sonovar had said so. He could be lying. He had lied about a great many things, but Minbari did not lie. Did