G'Kar did not know what to say. The nocturnal Brakiri provided a perfect target for the Faceless.
Sheridan rose and turned slowly to look at Taan Churok and Juphar Trikdar. Neither of them had said anything throughout the meeting. 'Who was the Drazi in the doorway?'
'No one,' Juphar snapped. 'That is lies. You seek to frame us.' It had been three weeks since Juphar had arrived, and relations had grown considerably worse. More than one Ranger had been ejected from a Drazi world. Blockades had been set up around jump gates and several Drazi merchant ships had been turned back, or boarded and searched. Juphar had been furious after each incident. Taan had been as silent as ever.
But he was still capable of speech from time to time. 'Dr. Literana Varda,' he said. 'Liaison to new Government on matters of biotech and chemical warfare. Very powerful man.'
'Lies,' Juphar hissed, turning on Taan. 'Traitor.'
'No traitor,' Taan snapped back. 'Varda ambitious. Enemies…. go missing. More than once.'
Sheridan breathed out. 'Thank you. We will have a warrant drawn up for this Dr. Varda, under the Kazomi Accord. He will be brought here for investigation and trial, concerning his dealings with Shadow agents.'
'No,' Juphar said. 'Will not happen.'
'It will,' Sheridan said. 'You will not try to stop us.'
'Drazi have sovereignty over Drazi worlds. Alliance soldiers come to Drazi worlds, we will kill Alliance soldiers.'
Sheridan's face darkened. G'Kar knew what was coming. He looked across the room. The Vorlon was still standing there in the corner. It raised its eye stalk and looked back at him. There seemed to be…. pleasure in its gaze.
'You leave us no choice,' Sheridan whispered. 'None at all.'
There was something Delenn had once heard about leadership, a lesson from Dukhat. Leadership was a constant struggle between doing was what right and what was necessary.
It was a lesson she had remembered more than once, but never with greater sorrow than now.
'They have been with us from the start,' she said sadly. 'Vizhak and Taan Churok have been our strongest supporters. They granted us their world on which to build our Alliance. They lent us their soldiers and their warships. They fought for the honour of carrying me into battle.
'And now…. now we will blockade and invade their homeworld, arrest members of their Government, impose our laws and our customs on them.
'It is necessary, I know, but it is very far from being right.'
'I know,' John replied. He was at the far side of the room, carefully putting on his clothes. His ritual reminded her of tales of the warriors of Valen's day, readying themselves for battle, beseeching their Gods for aid, preparing to kill.
'There must be another way,' she said, softly.
'There isn't,' John said. 'I don't want to do this either, but we have to…. We…. we can't let the Shadow vassals run around loose. We have to know where they are, what they are planning. And we have to know how far up in the Drazi Government they've gone. What if the riots and the political upheaval, what if all of that was orchestrated by them? What if they're trying to complete their Masters' work? What if it's the Shadows themselves, and they only pretended to leave?'
'No,' Delenn said. 'They have gone.' She remembered a darkened conversation with many faces, all issuing a final message, one that had spoken of good intentions where she and her allies had seen only evil results. W
'Maybe,' John said doubtfully. 'But that's the point. We have to know. We can't allow another war. We can't.'
'So we bring war to avoid war?'
'No, we're bringing the threat of war to achieve peace.'
'Do you have to go? Could someone else not go? Not Daro, I know, but Kulomani? Captain Tikopai? Surely there is someone else?'
He shook his head. 'I'm General. I'm leader of the
'Do you know when David will be back?'
'When he's ready.' John finished and turned to face her. 'How do I look?'
He was in his full dress uniform, the first time he had worn it for real. They had been commissioned for the
'Like a leader,' she said simply. He smiled and kissed her cheek. 'I will be back,' he said. 'Nothing's going to keep us apart. Nothing.'
'I believe you,' she whispered. But she had seen too many friends depart these past terrible weeks. Taan had left openly, contemptuous of any attempt to stop him. Juphar had commanded Daro to take him back to Zhabar. Unwilling to lead his ship in an assault on his own world, Daro had gone, as had almost every other Drazi officer in the
And for what? A true resurgence of the Enemy? Or just one ambitious man who did not care where his dark allegiances took him?
She shivered. A dark wind seemed to blow through her heart.