almost tempted not to tell you,” Hayden said. “Your youth and your amnesia make you both very attractive and very frightening.”
“I can really do that? Bite another Ina and just ... tell him to kill himself?” They all looked at one another. Preston said, “Hayden, damnit—”
Hayden held up both hands, palms outward. “She needs to know. We’ve had a chance to see what sort of person she is. And let’s face it, it’s too dangerous for her not to know. If not for the crime that took her memory, she would know.” He looked at me. “When you’re physically mature, you’ll take blood from your mates, and they’ll take blood from you. That’s the way you’ll bond. The only other reason for you to take blood from an Ina male would be to kill him.”
I thought about that for several seconds, then asked an uncomfortable, but necessary, question: “It wouldn’t work on an Ina female?”
“It might. Your handling of the human captives says you’re strong. But if you go against another Ina female, you might die. Even if you manage to kill her, you might die, too.”
I thought about this. It dovetailed with what Brook had told me. “Do you know,” I said, “I have no memory of ever having seen or spoken to an Ina female. I’ve only seen my father, one of my brothers, and you. I try to picture a female, and I can’t.”
“They learn early to be careful of what they say,” Hayden told me. “It’s one of their first and most important lessons. I believe that’s a lesson you’ve remembered in spite of your amnesia.”
I nodded. “I was always careful with my symbionts, even before I understood fully why I should be. But now . . . I might have to kill the Silks?”
“Probably not,” Hayden said. “That kind of thing hasn’t happened in living memory. The Silks will respect the call for a Council of Judgment.”
“I hope so,” I said. “What can I do now to help?” They were beginning to get up. Some of them took phones from their pockets. Daniel went to the kitchen and brought back a cordless phone for Hayden.
“Nothing yet,” Hayden told me. “You’ll have to speak at the Council.”
“All right. But shouldn’t we keep the three captives? Shouldn’t they speak, too?”
He shook his head. “Who would believe them? By now you could have taken them over completely and taught them to say—and to believe—anything at all.”
“All right. But why should the Council believe me—or you for that matter?”
He smiled. “I don’t think they would believe me. I’m 372 years old. I think they might feel that someone my age might be able to lie to them successfully. You’re a child. They’ll assume that they’ll be able to read your body language well enough to know whether or not you’re lying.”
“Will they be your age?” “Some will be older.”
I sighed. “They’re probably right then. It doesn’t matter. I haven’t felt inclined to tell lies. So far, my problem is ignorance, not dishonesty.”
There was a great deal of telephoning, conference calling, faxing, and e-mailing.
First, what Hayden called “the rule of seven” had to be satisfied. Seven families with whom both the Silks and I share a common ancestor within seven generations of the oldest living Silk or Matthews had to
agree to send representatives to Punta Nublada for a Council of Judgment that would judge the accusations that I and the Gordon family were making against the Silk family. Once that was done, Preston phoned the Silk family. First Russell Silk, one of the elderfathers, denied all responsibility for
wiping out my families, denied any knowledge of it. Then Milo Silk, the oldest living family member, came on and he denied everything, too. They had both heard of a mass murder in Washington State but had
not realized that it involved two Ina communities. They were very sorry for me, of course, but none of it had anything to do with them.
Preston put the call on speaker phone and let all of us hear it.
“Nevertheless,” he told Milo Silk, “we’ve heard evidence that your family is responsible, and we’ve called for a Council of Judgment. We’ve met the rule of seven.”
“This is madness,” Milo argued. “We didn’t do it, Preston. I swear to you. Look, we don’t care for the genetic engineering experiments that the Matthews and Petrescu families have been carrying out, and we’ve made no secret of it, but—”
“Milo,” Preston said, “this is the required notification. The first seven families are Braithwaite, Fotopoulos, Akhmatova, Leontyev, Rappaport, Nagy, and Svoboda. We will also be asking the Dahlmans, the Silvesters, the Vines, the Westfalls, the Nicolaus, and the Kalands. Do you object to any of these?”
“I object to all of them,” Milo said angrily. “This is insanity!” “The rule of seven has been met,” Preston repeated.
After a moment of absolute silence, Russell’s voice replaced Milo’s. “I object to the Vines,” he said. “They are not friends of the Silk family, even though they are related to us. During the ninth century, their family fought ours in a long feud.”
Preston stared at the floor, thinking. “Will you accept the Marcus?”
There was another silence, longer this time. Then finally, “Yes. We accept the Marcus. We also object to the Silvesters. Three of my sons had a financial dispute with two of them five years ago. It was not settled amicably.”
Preston looked at Hayden. Hayden asked, “Will you accept the Wymans?”
“No!” a third voice said. “Not that pack of wolves. Do you realize—” Then the voice was cut off, and
there was a long silence. Finally Milo came on again.
“We will not accept the Wymans,” he said. And after a pause, he said, “Individual animus.” He had a deep, quiet voice that somehow made everything he said sound important.
“The Andreis?” Preston asked, looking at his own family as though he were asking them. His family offered no objection.
There was a silent pause from the Silks. Finally, Milo said, “Fine.” “Are you content with the list now?” Preston asked.
More silence.
“The Kalands,” Russell said. “We would prefer the Morarius.”
Preston stretched out a long forefinger and pressed the button on the phone marked “hold.” “Objections to the Morarius?” he said.
The Gordons looked at one another.
“I don’t like them,” Daniel said. They’re proud people with not that much to be proud of. But I don’t suppose that’s reason enough to object to them.”
The others shrugged.
Preston touched the hold button again and said, “We accept the Morariu family, Milo. Ten nights from tonight, we will all meet here at Punta Nublada for a Council of Judgment. You should begin to prepare for your family’s journey. And maybe you should talk to your sons, especially the younger ones. You may not know everything.” He switched the phone off.
Just before dawn, Manning and Wayne drove in with their symbionts and Theodora.
She got out of the Hummer and looked around at the houses. All of them were still lit from within in the early-morning darkness. There were people moving around both inside and out, and although she could not know it, there were people watching. I had been asleep, but I awoke at the sound of the car coming in. I looked out, saw her climb out of the car and look. Quickly, I put on jeans, pulled a T-shirt over my head, and ran out shoeless to meet her. She didn’t see me until I reached her and took her hand.
She jumped, turned, saw me, and to my surprise, grabbed me, lifted me off the ground, and hugged me hard against her.
I found myself laughing with joy and hugging her back. When my feet were on the ground again, I took her into the guest house. “Have you eaten?” I asked. “Brook and Celia went shopping yesterday so we have plenty of food.” Joel had taken them to a distant mall where they could get groceries, some more clothes, and whatever else they might need. Wright and I had each provided them with a list so we were all taken care of for a while.
“I had a late dinner,” Theodora said. “The other people, the symbionts—is that what they’re called?” “It is, yes. It’s what you’ll be called, too, if you stay with me.”
She gave me a shy smile and looked downward. “They said I should have a hearty meal before I reached you.”
I laughed again, hungry for her, suddenly eager. “Come on upstairs. How are you? Is everything all right with your family?”
She got ahead of me and stopped me, hands on my shoulders. “I’m going to have to phone my daughter in a few hours. She’s worried about me. She tried to stop me from leaving. Sometime soon, she’s going to want to visit.”
“Phone her whenever you like,” I said. “I have to tell you more of what’s going on here so you’ll understand why she won’t be able to visit you for a while. But you can go see her.”
“Sounds like bad news.”
“Difficult, I think, but not bad. This is a time to be careful. We’ve found out who has been attacking us, and we’re going to have something called a Council of Judgment to deal with them.”
She looked at me as though she were trying to read my expression. “Is there danger right now?”
In the early-morning darkness with all the Gordon men awake and alert? With the Council of Judgment already being organized? “No, not now.”
“Good,” she said. “Then tell me about it in the morning.”
I smiled. “It is morning. But you’re right. First things first.”
I took her to the spare room. I had changed
