The Broken Sphere

realized. 'You know about the paramagnetic gradient, don't you?' he demanded harshly. 'You know what it is. And you know how to measure it, don't you?' Yes, he thought, his certainty increasing as he asked the questions. Yes, I'm right.

'And you…' T'k'Ress started. Then it shut its mouth with an audible click.

'And I don't,' Teldin confirmed. He strode up, glared up into the blue giant's cadaverous face. 'But, by Paladine's blood, you're going to tell me.'

'No.' The arcane shook its head firmly. 'No, I will not.'

Slowly, with what he felt as a terrible certainty, Teldin drew his short sword. He rested the blade across the flat of his left palm, stared intently into the mirror-bright blade as if an answer could be found there. Both his hands were trembling, he noted almost detachedly. 'Then I'll hurt you, T'k'Ress,' he said quietly. In his own ears, his voice sounded devoid of emotion. It could as well have been the voice of Death itself. 'I'll hurt you as you've never been hurt before, more than you've ever thought you could be hurt. I'll keep hurting you until you tell me what I want to know. And you will tell me,' he added, a touch more conversationally, 'eventually. And you know what?' He raised the short sword so that its tip pointed right between the arcane's black-marble eyes. 'I hope you don't tell me for a good, long while.'

T'k'Ress stared down, aghast, its blue skin paling with horror. Its mouth worked silently for a moment before it could force any words out. 'You would not do this…' it gurgled.

Teldin drew his lips back from his teeth in a killing smile and echoed Djan's words. 'After all of my friends you've killed? What do you think?' He turned to Anson, standing- open-mouthed with shock-by the door. 'Bring some ropes to secure our friend,' he told the sailor. Then, as an afterthought, added, 'And some absorbent cloths, too.'

Anson stared at him for a moment, then hurried to obey.

T'k'Ress surged halfway out of its seat, before Djan steadied his crossbow at its head and snapped, 'No!' The arcane's eyes flicked back and forth between Teldin's sword and the half-elf s crossbow.

'Think about it, T'k'Ress,' the Cloakmaster hissed. 'If you don't want to tell us, you've got two ways to go. The quick way'-he inclined his head toward the crossbow-'or the lingering way.' He stroked the blade of his sword almost lovingly. 'It's your choice.

'Or…' He paused, drawing out the tension. 'Or you can tell us what you know. As I said, it's your choice.'

For a terrible moment, he thought the arcane was going to resist, was going to call his bluff.

But then T'k'Ress seemed to deflate, as all the resistance went out of it. 'I will tell you what you need to know,' it said, 'if you swear to let me live.'

It was difficult to keep the triumph out of his face, but Teldin figured he'd managed it. He shrugged, as though the issue was hardly worth discussing. 'We'll see when you're finished if it's worth your life,' he said as coldly as he could.

'It will be, I assure you,' the arcane said hurriedly. 'If you will take me to the captain's day room on the command deck, I will even show you.'

Teldin glared fixedly at the arcane, letting the tension build as high as he dared. Then he nodded briskly. T'k'Ress sagged with relief, wiping at its eyes with a six-fingered hand. While its eyes were covered, the Cloakmaster flashed Djan a smile of victory.

*****

The arcane had to hunch forward to fit under the low, curved roof of what it called the captain's day room. On the uppermost deck of the nautiloid, this was little more than a broad extension of the causeway that supported the captain's chair. The only furniture was a human-sized chair, a small map table…

And something that looked like a narrow, waist-high pedestal, on which to display a small sculpture or other work of art. Its fluted column was intricately carved wood, so dark as to be almost black. Its circular top, about two feet in diameter, was a flat sheet of smoky white crystal, smooth and cool to the touch. On closer inspection, Teldin could see fine black lines graven into the crystal's surface-a dozen lines crossing the circle, intersecting at a single point, and six concentric circles centered around that point.

Now, in the dimly lit compartment, the crystal glowed with a faint greenish light. On its surface-or, more properly, a fraction of an inch below it-were small blobs and traces of color, pink, dark blue, and green.

T'k'Ress ran its long, slender fingers almost lovingly over the smoked-crystal surface. 'A planetary locator,' it said. 'You have heard of these?'

Teldin nodded. Even though he'd never seen one, he knew of them. They were devices built by the arcane, operating on principles that no other race had yet come to understand, though many had tried.

'What's so important about this?' he asked. He still had his sword drawn, and he toyed with it meaningfully.

'You do not know the principle behind the planetary locator,' T'k'Ress explained quickly. 'Few beyond my race do, I believe. The locator detects planetary bodies by the perturbations they cause in what we call the 'loomweave.''

'So?' the Cloakmaster demanded.

'I have heard that the falmadaraathae have tried to understand the operating principle of the locator,' T'k'Ress went on, somewhat elliptically. 'They have had some minimal success. They have some conception of the loomweave… yet they use their own term for the phenomenon.'

'The paramagnetic gradient,' Teldin guessed.

'Correct,' the arcane confirmed.

Teldin nodded slowly. He remembered the images that Zat had fed into his mind. At the time, he'd compared the twisting, whirling fields of colors-yet-not-colors to skeins of spiderweb-thin fibers. The 'loomweave? Yes, the word was definitely appropriate.

Djan still had his crossbow leveled at the arcane's head. Now the half-elf inclined his head to indicate the crystal-topped pedestal. 'So this detects the loomweave?' he demanded.

'So I have said,' affirmed the arcane. 'It is a subtle example of technomagic.' Its tone was proud, almost smug.

'What about secondary eddies?' Teldin wanted to know.

'In its present form, it detects tertiary disturbances in the loomweave,' T'k'Ress told him. 'But…' For a moment it hesitated, again apparently considering resistance, then it pressed on. 'To detect the tertiary eddies, it must also detect the secondaries, if only to ignore them. The locator is simply set not to display them. Do you understand?'

Teldin forced himself to nod firmly, even though the truth of the matter was that he hardly understood anything the creature was saying.

Fortunately, Djan seemed to be following T'k'Ress a little better. 'And you can adjust the display,' he said, as more of a statement than a question.

T'k'Ress inclined its head. 'I can.'

'Then do it,' the Cloakmaster ordered.

*****

'It is ready,' T'k'Ress announced almost an hour later.

Teldin had tried to watch the adjustments the creature was making to the mysterious pedestal, trying to make some sense of them, but to his eyes it had seemed that the arcane was doing nothing more than running its slender, many-jointed fingers around the circumference of the crystal display and over different portions of the supporting pedestal. 'Show me,' he ordered.

T'k'Ress simply pointed at the circular display on the locator's upper surface.

Teldin moved forward, careful not to block the line of fire of Djan's crossbow. This could be some kind of