men created to act a part, to move and talk and act as she directed. To be consumed with a burning passion and an undying love. To worship even as they lusted and the lust itself touched with gentle regard. Emotions which had no place in reality. A lover manufactured from the stuff of girlish dreams.
But he was no puppet and this was a game he had played many times before.
He said, 'You're cheating again, Iduna. That perfume has aphrodisiacal qualities. Pheronomes?'
'What?' Her ignorance was genuine. 'What are they?'
'Biological cues. Produced and emitted to gain a predicted response. Certain insects use them to attract mates.' He watched her face as he spoke, the movements of her eyes. 'Have you never heard of them?'
'No. Earl-you mustn't say I cheat. That is unkind and you must never be unkind.' She stepped toward him, all darkness and flashing gleams of silver light, her perfume wafting before her like a herald announcing the approach of beauty. And she was beautiful. More than beautiful. 'Earl! Earl, my love!'
He felt the touch of fingers on his hair and realized that he was on his knees before her, hands lifted to clasp her thighs, face pressed against the join of her limbs. A warm, soft and endearing merging of curves which radiated a sensual heat and caused his blood to thunder in his ears.
'Iduna!'
'My love. My darling. Earl, I need you.' Her fingers burned like a sweet flame. 'I want you, my darling. I want you.'
Seduction, fined and honed and rendered irresistible, his own yearnings working against him to construct a creature which epitomized all loveliness and all beauty ever dreamed of by lonely men cringing in the cold hostility lurking between the stars. A woman who loved and cared and who wanted to give. And give in the way so dearly wanted and do it without instruction or hesitation or all the numbing preliminary rituals with which all such meetings were cursed. To he everything he had ever dreamed of.
'Earl!'
To fill his life, his universe, his brain and heart and body, to become his every thought, his every cell.
'Earl!'
To dominate him. To rule absolutely. To overwhelm utterly.
Yet to surrender held such sweet temptation.
'No!'
'Earl? What is wrong, my darling?'
'No!' He backed and forced himself to stand away from her. His head spun and he felt dizzy as the swirling hues of the lantern painted a cloud of drifting rainbows over stone and floor and roof and bed. A thought and it would steady-but it did not. A thought and the girl would vanish-but she remained. And that was wrong for in the Tau thoughts were master.
'No, Earl,' she said and came toward him, smiling, tints of color against the smooth cascade of her hair. 'This is my world. I made it and everything it contains obeys me. Everything, Earl.'
He remembered the water which had not dried, the stars which hadn't moved-and suddenly his ears were filled with the thin, horrible screaming of the face he had seen in the mist. His face?
'Darling.' Iduna was close now, her breasts touching his chest, her face warm before him, the perfume of her breath strong in his nostrils. 'Shall we get on with the game?'
Chapter Ten
There had been headaches and fatigue and irritation and, later, a fever and aching of the joints but, thank God, it had not been hnaudifida.
'You are sure?' Gustav looked at the report in his hand, seeing the notations and knowing what they signified but wanting reassurance. 'There is no doubt?'
'None.' The technician was patient. 'We've run treble checks, my lord, and there is no possibility of error. The Matriarch had a chill and a slight infection which has already responded to treatment. A short rest and she will be as fit as ever.' She smiled at the relief on his face; it was good that a man should be concerned for his wife. 'Would you care to see her?'
She sat propped in a wide bed, the air tainted with the odor of antiseptics slight but unmistakable beneath the perfume. Her favorite, he noted, the clear, crisp scent of pine which became her so well. The open suited her, the rolling plains and forests and mountains. A creature of the wild tamed and channeled but never wholly free of the spaces which called her their own. A fanciful impression but one he nurtured as compensation for the cramped life of the city.
'Kathryn?' She was awake and opened her eyes as he came to sit beside her. 'You're looking well.'
A banality and a lie-she seemed shrunken and smaller in the face than she had. The result of the wide bed, the recent illness, her own expression which held a haunted introspection.
'Gustav.' Her hand closed on his with the old strength. 'They've told you?'
'Yes. A chill.' He drew in his breath with an audible rasp. 'It seems my prayers were answered. Thank God it wasn't-'
'Hnaudifida?' Her smile was reassuring. 'What are the reports on that?' The outbreaks were under control, no new cases reported for a day now, and the monks, working like men possessed, had organized isolation sheds and manned them with willing volunteers immunized with vaccines obtained from their blood. Details she heard without expression. 'I'm glad,' she said when he had finished. 'We must do something for them.'
'The monks? Of course, when you are on your feet, my dear. Some land might be best, a small farm so as to provide food and sustenance. And a little space in the city for them to erect a larger church. We can talk about it later.'
She nodded and one hand traced patterns on the smooth cover of the bed. Looking at it she said, 'I've been dreaming, Gustav. I think it was a dream. Of Iduna.'
He said nothing, waiting.
'She was so lovely. Do you remember when she was a baby how odd she looked? Everyone said how beautiful she was but they were only trying to be kind. But later, when she filled out and could sit upright, there was no need for them to flatter. The child was lovely. So very lovely. Gustav! Oh, Gustav!'
His arms closed around her as her head came to his shoulder and he could feel beneath his hands the wracking as she yielded to grief. Tears which wet the fabric of his blouse and misery which stung his own eyes as he shared the pain he could not alleviate. So many years now. So many, many years.
And again he saw the small shape lying on the floor of his study and the cursed orb of the Tau glowing to one side.
He should have followed her then but he hadn't known, hadn't guessed what happened. A child who had collapsed- first had to come the medical diagnosis, the tests, the investigations. Then he had yielded to Kathryn's dictates and had let others go where he had not. A coward, he thought bitterly. One who had died many times and still held back from dying once.
Now all he could do was to hold his wife and kiss her and wait for the sobbing to quiet and give her what comfort he could until, finally, she slipped into a doze. Chasing the illusion of a lost daughter, perhaps. He had no way of knowing.
But, perhaps, he could give her news when she next woke.
Tamiras was where he had left him, a small figure in the harsh confines of the chamber, flanked by guards who watched as he studied the Tau. From the bank of instruments standing to one side Marita studied dials and called figures at his command.
'No change.' Tamiras sucked in his cheeks. 'No discernible lift in emitted radiation. No alteration in temperature. No-a complete stasis, my friend. As I could have told you. As I have told you many times in the past. The Tau is a closed system and so, by definition, cannot be affected in any way. If it could it wouldn't be a closed system.' His shrug added a single word.
Elementary.
Gustav said tightly, thinking of Kathryn, 'This isn't a lecture hall, Tamiras, and you don't have to be clever. As our foremost electronic expert I'd hoped you could help.'
'If I could I would-can you doubt that?' Tamiras met his stare, his own eyes direct. 'From the beginning I have worked on the problem but, always, the answer is the same. To began investigating the Tau I must risk destroying
