Into the Void

With supreme effort, Teldin choked bad a chuckle. He tried to keep his voice casual and amusement-free as he asked, 'Did the bomb work too well?'

Horvath shot him a hard look, then his eyes twinkled and a grin split his face. 'No, that's not the way of it. The bomb proved impossible simply because you can't bring phlogiston inside a crystal sphere, no matter what you do. No, my father died well, may the gods rest him, of old age with his family around him.'

'I'm sorry,' Teldin told him.

The gnome shrugged. 'Why?' he asked, a little surprised. 'My father's free of the troubles of the world. It's us that have to face them still. I only hope my end is as peaceful.' He patted Teldin's wrist again. 'Now, you came here to sleep, I warrant, and we're keeping you awake with our talk. We're on watch again soon, so we'll just leave you now.' He winked knowingly. 'Enjoy it while you can. I hear you'll be back on duty again tomorrow.'

*****

As the Probe cruised silently through the chaos of the flow, Teldin slept fitfully. His dreams were short, transitory things, but nonetheless disturbing. Night-black scavvers the size of the ship hurtled at him, or tore at the bodies of Aelfred Silverhorn, Sylvie, or the gnomes. Lort, the crewman devoured by the monster, stood before him, sheathed in his own blood, silently reproachful. Estriss, the mind flayer, stood on the forecastle, silhouetted against the brilliance of the phlogiston, trying to strike a light with Teldin's flint and steel.

In his hammock, Teldin writhed and moaned.

Finally, though, the images faded as he sank deeper and deeper into the well of sleep. Both his body and mind became still….

*****

Space. Velvet blackness and distant stars. Teldin felt as though he were hanging motionless in the darkness of the wildspace the Probe had recently left. He had no body; there was nothing corporeal about him. There was no consciousness of physical existence, not even of thought in the normal sense. He was simply untrammeled perception. Experience impinged on his senses, and he recorded it but felt none of the normal process of analyzing that experience-nor any need for such. He was alone.

Then no longer. With senses more acute than those any corporeal being could ever possess, he saw…

Something-a Presence-was moving against the blackness, eclipsing the stars. It was as black as the backdrop of space, without any discernible boundaries. The only way he could even be sure of its presence was the way in which stats winked out of existence as it moved before them, then reappeared after its passage. There was no way he could gauge the size of the Presence, out here with nothing to measure it against. As with the portal that had opened before the Probe, it could be something small nearby, or of unimaginable size at great distance.

For an unmeasurable time, sight was the only sense to which the Presence registered. There was no sound, no awareness of heat or cold. Then, as though his incorporeal body had somehow been granted another, more delicate sense, he felt something.

There was a sense of questing, as if a powerful intelligence were seeking something.

The capacity for thought returned, and with it came fear. Never had Teldin felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Was the Presence seeking him, he wondered. How could he shield himself from so great a creature?

As suddenly as it had come into being, the new sense was stripped from him. Only sight remained, then even that seemed to be wrenched away. The stars vanished from around him, and absolute darkness enfolded him….

*****

In his hammock aboard the Probe, Teldin flinched as his eyes sprang open. His body was cold, his clothes damp with sweat. His labored breathing rasped loudly through his dry throat. The terror from his dream remained, but the details of what he'd experienced instantly faded. Within a few pounding heartbeats, he could remember nothing. He'd been in space-he remembered that much-but what then? Nothing; he could recall nothing….

He looked around him to find the cabin empty. The rainbow light of the flow still washed in through the porthole. How long had he been sleeping? He had no way of telling. It could have been hours, or only minutes. His mind wasn't rested, he knew that, but at least his body felt stronger than it had since the fight on the forecastle. He settled his head back down and closed his eyes. Maybe he could sleep a little more, clear the quickly fading tendrils of fear and confusion from his thoughts.

But it was no good, he decided almost immediately. Sleep had flown, and he knew enough about the way his body and mind worked to realize that it would be useless to pursue it.

A little cautiously he swung himself from his testing his balance. There was no trace of dizziness, he noted with relief. Whatever treatment the crew of the Probe had given him had certainly been effective. He left the cabin and made his way on deck.

By the time he was outside, even the remnants of fear left by the dream had gone. He remembered being afraid, bur no amount of mental searching could bring back any recollection of what he'd been afraid of.

The main deck was empty, but he saw movement on the sterncastle. Probably just the catapult crew… but right now he felt the need for conversation with someone, anyone. He started to walk aft, but a booming call stopped him.

'Hoi, Teldin!'

He turned. Aelfred Silverhorn stood on the forecastle, silhouetted against the nightmarish sky of the flow.

'Just what the hell are we going to do about those gnomes of yours?' Aelfred bellowed down at him good- naturedly. 'I caught that young one putting a lock on my cabin door, because he figured as first mate I deserved one.' The warrior snorted. 'Not too unreasonable an idea, but when he was trying it out, he locked himself in and had to take the door off its hinges to get back out.'

Teldin stifled a chuckle. 'So, how's the lock?' he asked innocently.

'I don't know,' Aelfred shot back, 'he didn't finish it. He got interested in 'improving' the door hinges he'd removed, and that's when I kicked him out of there. I had to get one of my own artificers to hang the bloody door again.' He barked with laughter. 'Now I know why you arranged for those pirates, just to get you away from the gnomes. Want to come up?'

Teldin grinned. 'On my way.' He went up the ladder to the forecastle fast, testing his level of fitness. He was gratified that he felt no reaction to the exertion.

Aelfred nodded approvingly, obviously understanding what Teldin had done. He slapped the smaller man heartily on the shoulder. 'Feeling fit again?'

Teldin nodded with a smile. 'Aye,' he said, mimicking his large friend's boisterous manner. 'Got any scavvers you need dealt with?'

'Scavvers, is it?' Aelfred laughed. 'Well, maybe you can kill us two or three for dawnfry. If you're feeling frisky, there's something more important for you to do.' His bantering manner faded. 'What's your experience with the short sword?'

Teldin shrugged-a little warily, because he thought he knew where the burly warrior was leading. 'Some, when I was in the army.'

The mate snorted. 'Everybody who's ever joined an army gets 'some' experience with the sword. Any training?'

'Some,' Teldin repeated. 'I learned some simple moves, mainly from bored soldiers who had nothing better to do than teach a novice some of their skills. Are you feeling bored, Aelfred?'

Aelfred chuckled dryly. 'Bored enough,' he answered.