Alastiar Reynolds

to back down; that some final, direly urgent warning should be given. He had come such a long way, after all. And he had clearly imagined himself to be in with a chance of gaining the weapons.
Clavain… Clavain… she thought to herself. It should not have been like this…
But it was, and that was that.
She tapped the icon, like a baby poking a bauble.
‘Goodbye,’ Volyova whispered.
The moment passed. The status indices and symbols next to the cache weapon’s icon changed, signifying a profound alteration in the weapon’s condition. She looked at the real-time image of Clavain’s ship, mentally counting down the twenty seconds it would take before the ship was torn apart by the beam from weapon seventeen. The beam would chew a canyon-sized wound in Clavain’s ship, assuming it did not trigger an immediate and fatal Conjoiner-drive detonation.
After ten seconds he had not moved. She knew then that her aim had been good, that the impact would be precise and devastating. Clavain would know nothing of his own death, nothing of the oblivion that was coming.
She waited out the remaining ten seconds, anticipating the bitter sense of triumph that would accompany the kill.
The time elapsed. Involuntarily, she flinched against the coming brightness, like a child waiting for the biggest and best firework.
Twenty seconds became twenty-one… twenty-one became twenty-five… thirty. Half a minute passed. Then a minute.
Clavain’s ship remained in view.
Nothing had happened.

CHAPTER 36

She heard his voice again. It was calm, polite, almost apologetic.
‘I know what you just tried, Ilia. But don’t you think I’d already have considered the possibility of you turning the weapons against me?’
She stammered an answer. ‘What… did… you… do?’
Twenty seconds stretched to an eternity.
‘Nothing, really,’ Clavain said. ‘I just told the weapon not to fire. They’re our property, Ilia, not yours. Didn’t it occur to you for one moment that we might have a way to protect ourselves against them?’
‘You’re lying,’ she said.
Clavain sounded amused, as if he had secretly hoped she would demand more proof. ‘I can show it to you again, if you like.’
He told her to turn her attention to the other cache weapons, the ones that she had already thrown against the Inhibitors.
‘Now concentrate on the weapon closest to the remains of Roc, will you? You’re about to see it stop firing.’

It was a different kind of war after that. Within an hour the first waves of Clavain’s assault force were reaching the immediate volume of space around Nostalgia for Infinity . He watched it at the dead remove of ten light-seconds, feeling as distant from the battle he had initiated as some antiquated hill-top general gazing at his armies through field glasses, the din and fury of combat too far away to hear.
‘It was a good trick,’ Volyova told him.
‘It wasn’t any trick. Just a precaution you should never have assumed we wouldn’t have taken. Our own weapons, Ilia? Be serious.’
‘A signal, Clavain?’
‘A coded neutrino burst. You can’t block it or jam it, so don’t even think of trying. It won’t work.’
She came back with a question he had not been expecting, one that reminded him not to underestimate her for an instant.
‘Fair enough. But I would have thought, assuming you have the means to stop them from working, that you’d also have the means to destroy them.’
Despite the timelag he knew he only had a second or so to concoct an answer. ‘What good would that do me, Ilia? I’d be destroying the very things I’ve come to collect.’
Volyova’s response snapped back twenty seconds later. ‘Not necessarily, Clavain. You could just threaten to destroy them. I presume the destruction of a cache weapon would be fairly spectacular no matter which way you went about it? Actually, I don’t need to presume anything. I’ve already seen it happen, and yes, it was spectacular. Why not threaten to detonate one of the weapons still inside my ship and see where that takes you?’
‘You shouldn’t give me ideas,’ he told her.
‘Why not? Because you might do it? I don’t think you can, Clavain. I don’t think you have the means to do anything but stop the weapons from firing.’
She had led him into a trap by then. He could do nothing but follow her. ‘I do…’
‘Then prove it. Send a destruction signal to one of the other weapons, one of those across the system. Why not destroy the one you’ve already stopped?’
‘It would be silly to destroy an irreplaceable weapon just to make a point, wouldn’t it?’
‘That would very much depend on the point you wanted to make, Clavain.’
He realised that he gained nothing more by lying to her. He sighed, feeling a tremendous weight lift off his shoulders. ‘I can’t destroy any of the weapons.’
‘Good…’ she purred. ‘Negotiation is all about transparency, you see. Tell me, can the weapons ever be destroyed remotely, Clavain?’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘There is a code, unique to each weapon.’
‘And?’
‘I don’t know those codes. But I am searching for them, trying permutations.’
‘So you might get there eventually?’
Clavain scratched his beard. ‘Theoretically. But don’t hold your breath.’
‘You’ll keep searching, though?’
‘I’d like to know what they are, wouldn’t you?’
‘I don’t have to, Clavain. I have my own self-