The Service of the Sword

There was a tension in their seated forms that spoke volumes. Nor was he surprised when he saw a message being passed to one of the highest ranking Senior Elders. The man's bushy eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he wrote a terse reply.

Moments later, the messenger had returned to the Templetons. Ephraim glanced at the note handed to him, nodded crisply, and motioned for his sons to follow him. Without interrupting Chief Elder Simonds' harangue, the entire group filed from the hall.

Even before this, the exchange of messages had caught the attention of many of the gathered Elders. Simonds apparently realized that he was losing their attention and said rather sharply:

'I have been informed by Elder Huggins that Brother Ephraim Templeton and his sons have been called from us in order to deal with a technological problem.'

The sneer in his voice when he mentioned the hated technology, along with the fact that he denied Ephraim Templeton his title while granting it to Huggins were signals to everyone present that the Chief Elder would be quite offended if the gathering paid any more attention to this diversion. Michael saw heads snap front and center, like recruits at a dress parade.

Simonds was returning to his speech when Michael felt a tap on his shoulder. John Hill leaned forward and whispered very softly.

'Come with me.'

Michael raised an eyebrow, but Hill shook his head, refusing further discussion. Trusting that the spy would have already consulted Faldo and that Faldo would cover his departure, Michael obeyed.

Out in the corridor, Hill said, 'We're getting you off planet. Something hinky is up, and you'd better not be in reach of these fanatics. If it turns out to be nothing, we can make apologies then.'

Michael blinked.

'Hinky?'

John Hill led the way briskly down an astonishingly empty corridor.

'I'm still gathering information. Will you trust me?'

For a moment Michael thought about how much Hill seemed to have collected about the Masadans, about his overly comprehensive knowledge of even the minutia of their culture. Then he gave a mental shrug. This wasn't the time to get paranoid, not with what he'd seen out there on the conclave floor, not with the sudden departure of the Templetons, not with Simond's evident annoyance.

He nodded, then followed Hill as the other man moved briskly toward a stairway leading to the roof.

Despite the doors to Aaron's Rod's shuttlebay opening as of their own accord, Judith could see no good reason not to accept the invitation and several reasons why they should. Most importantly, the shuttle was far more vulnerable out in open space than it would be neatly parked within the hull.

She had no illusions that Ephraim would not be notified of the shuttle's unauthorized departure, only the hope that such notification would be delayed until he could not effectively pursue.

Judith was so busy concentrating on why Aaron's Rod's bay doors had opened of their own accord that she didn't notice that she had managed a textbook perfect landing until she saw Dinah's smile.

'No contact from Aaron's Rod,' Odelia reported crisply, 'but sensors report several strange things, including a higher power load on the reactor and a higher readiness level from Engineering.'

Judith frowned, but signalled to begin powering down the shuttle.

'Forward your report to Samson's Bane, and tell them to be ready. . . .'

Odelia gave a slight start, and held up her hand in mute interruption. Then she switched what was coming over her ear-set so the rest of the cock-pit could hear.

'Hey, Joe,' a laconic male voice she recognized as Sam, one of the caretaker crew, said over an audio-only channel. 'Looking good. We'll be bringing out the carry flats when pressure and atmosphere are re-established. Why didn't you take Blossom? We were a little surprised.'

Judith made a quick motion for Odelia to put her on.

'Hey, Sam,' she replied, trusting that the computer simulated male voice wouldn't sound too unlike Joe. 'Before he left the big man ordered Blossom given a thorough scrub.'

'Sounds like him,' Sam replied. 'Pompous prick. Big problem when his private limo has blood stains on the fabric. Pressure's almost up. See ya . . .'

He signed off, and Judith blinked. She knew she had to say something calming or many of the Sisters would panic. Dealing with a caretaker crew aboard Aaron's Rod had been in their plans, but it sounded like Joe, Sam, and who knew what others were doing more than minding the ship.

'I guess we weren't the only ones taking advantage of Ephraim being away,' Judith said, making her tone matter-of-fact. 'We all know Joe's been smuggling for years. Makes sense he and his pals would use a ship in orbit as a rendezvous point.'

'Explains why we weren't challenged before this,' Dinah agreed, rising to leave the cockpit, doubtless to spread her own form of calm. 'Joe must have filed a flight plan. God works in mysterious ways. Sometimes even sinners can be His hands and feet. Let's not disappoint Him by refusing a miracle when He offers it.'

Odelia had connected Zaneta, head of Samson's Bane, into the loop and now her voice came back, crisp and assured.

'We're going out before the men come in. There's no hope they wouldn't be suspicious if we left the shuttle armored up after they got here. This way they may overlook us. Pray for us.'

Judith heard a soft murmur through the open cockpit door as those Sisters who must stand by and wait did precisely that. She lacked their faith, but found the soft, rhythmic sound oddly comforting.

'Odelia,' she said to the com officer, 'remind those who have suits to seal up. We don't know what other surprises there might be. Seal the inner locks of the shuttle as well, but leave the outer ones ajar, as if we're waiting for them to come aboard.'

Odelia paled slightly, but she gave the order, even as she closed her own seals.

There was nothing they could do but wait, and they did so in silence, the only sounds Zaneta's terse report.

'We're off the shuttle, forming up on either side of the door.'

'Lights show hatch into ship opening.'

The next words were not meant for the waiting Sisters, but for Samson's Bane.

'Steady. Let them through . . . Miriam, you make sure that door stays open. We don't want to be sealed in the bay.'

Odelia suddenly remembered that Flower had external cameras and turned them on. The image was distorted, for Odelia didn't take time to center, but the command crew watched as one, two, three men strolled through the door, heading toward the shuttle.

None wore even a vac suit, much less carried weapons. That was what made what followed so very ugly.

The fourth man coming through the hatch glanced casually to one side and caught sight of the suited figures flanking the portal. He started to cry out and Zaneta fired. Her shot caught him squarely in the throat and he went down, gouting blood.

The other members of Zaneta's corps were no less ready. The three who had already passed went down, then Samson's Bane were out of camera range as they moved into the body of the ship.

Zaneta's terse words came clear and unruffled.

'Two more in here, already down. Miriam! Take that man alive. We need to know if there are more. The caretaker crew should only have been two men.'

Miriam apparently obeyed. A moment later her voice, dulcet, famous in her immediate circle for its graceful music, reported.

'He says there are three Silesians in the aft cargo bay.'

'Hold him,' Zaneta snapped. 'Moses, which way do we go?'

Judith gave directions, reciting corridor turns from deck plans she had memorized, until her fingers made the computer bring up the schematics.