The Reaches

'They're dumping cargo into space to make room.' Then he said, 'So much blood.'

'What we did was necessary!' said the first demon in a voice like trumpets. 'If we're to stop tyrants like Pleyal and butchers like his Commodore Prothero, then there was no choice. When the Oriflamme gets home, she'll bring freedom a step closer for the whole universe.'

'We're not home yet,' said the second demon, though he didn't sound as if he cared.

'We'll get back,' said the first demon. 'It's a long run, another ninety days or more. But there's nothing between here and Betaport to fear, save the will of God.'

'I figured we'd seal the prisoners on Deck Six once we've swept it for weapons,' the second demon said. 'I suppose I ought to go take charge, but I'm so tired.'

'Dole has it under control,' said the first demon. I felt his shadow pass over me. 'I wish Rakoscy would get here. I'm afraid to take his suit off myself.'

'There's enough treasure on the Oriflamme,' said the second demon, 'to run the Federation government for a decade. Governor Halys will never give it up. . but when she doesn't, there'll be all-out war between Venus and the Federation.'

'It will be as the Lord wills,' said the first demon.

My mind drifted from limbo to absolute blackness. Sinking into the embracing dark, I knew that I'd been listening to Piet and Stephen on the bridge of the ship we'd captured. They were no more demons than I was; and no less.

The black turned red as blood.

BETAPORT, VENUS

122 Days After Landing

'Ah, Cedric,' said Councilor Duneen. 'Let me introduce you to Jeremy Moore. Moore of Rhadicund. Jeremy, this is Factor Read, a businessman who understands the value of a strong navy.'

I shook hands with a man younger than me. His eyes never stopped moving. They flicked over the withered arm strapped to my side, then back to my face without even a pause. Read's grip was firm.

'Jeremy will be marrying my sister Melinda this fall, as you may have heard,' Duneen continued. 'I've found him a townhouse near ours in the capital.'

'The Moore who. .' Read said, nodding toward the Oriflamme in her storage berth. Though he was shouting, I had to watch his lips to be sure of the words. None of the heavy machinery was operating today, but the big dock rang with laughter and hawkers' calls.

'Yes, as it happens,' I said. I've seen snakes with more warmth in their eyes than Read had, but if reports were true he was the richest man in the Ishtar Highlands. The sort of fellow I'd need to cultivate in my new position as aide to Councilor Duneen, but for now. .

'Councilor,' I said, 'Factor Read? Pardon me if you would, because I see some shipmates.'

Duneen clapped me on the shoulder. 'You can do anything you like here, my boy. You're the stars here today!'

It was the politic thing for the Councilor to say, since he didn't want a row in front of Read and Read's entourage. I had the feeling that he meant it, though.

There were as many folk around Piet and Stephen as there were with Read and Duneen, but some of those pressing for contact with the General Commander were magnates themselves. Mere money couldn't earn the sort of fawning adulation Piet had now.

Though he had the money as well, of course. The lowliest member of the Oriflamme's crew had enough wealth to amaze, for example, a Betaport ship-chandler in a comfortable way of business.

Folk made way for me. Some of them recognized me-'Factor Moore' with a nod; broad, smiling, 'Jeremy, good to see you again!'-and some did not, only knew what they saw on my face, but they all made way.

I came up behind a man named Brush. He controlled his niece's estate until she married; an event he was determined should not be before its time. A court toady, not as young as he wished he was, who pitched schemes to the unwary. 'You know, Gregg,' he said to Stephen, 'a friend of mine has a business opportunity that might be the sort of thing that you want now that, you know, you're back.'

Stephen looked past Brush to me, then back to the courtier. 'Well, Brush,' he said in a bantering voice. 'It's like this. I'm young, I'm rich, I'm well born. I can do absolutely anything that I want to do. So that means-'

He smiled. Brush stepped back, then bounced forward from my chest like a steel ball shuttling between electromagnets.

'— that the thing I've been doing is what I really want.'

Brush vanished into the crowd. I touched Stephen's arm. I've never heard anything more stark than his words of a moment before.

Piet waved himself clear with both hands and a broad grin, turning to us. He was dressed in a suit of crimson silk slashed with a natural fiber from Mantichore. It looked like copper or shimmering gold depending on the angle of the light.

Piet touched the miniature oriflamme on my collar. 'Well enough for now,' he said with a grin, 'but Duneen will be wearing your colors before long, Jeremy.'

'The Councilor could do worse,' Stephen said in the light tone that made strangers think he was joking. 'Jeremy has a way of finding routes through unfamiliar systems.'

I've heard Stephen's jokes, and they're not the sort of thing that others smile at.

There was a stir at the entrance to the storage dock. Governor Halys was entering with over a hundred courtiers and attendants. Her spot in the assemblage was marked by six members of the Governor's Guard in black hard suits, though the governor herself was hidden.

'Won't be long now,' Piet said. For a moment we three were in a reverie, walled off by memories from the voices clamoring around us, at us.

'Hard to believe the ship made it home,' said Stephen. 'Or that we did either, of course.'

I followed his eyes to the Oriflamme and for the first time saw her as she'd become on our voyage. Her bow and stern were twisted onto slightly different axes. I remembered Winger complaining about thruster alignment.

We hadn't replaced the forward ramp. The hull was daubed with a dozen muddy colors, remnants of refurbishing with the materials available on as many worlds. We'd had to recoat completely on St. Lawrence after the battle, but the russet sand hadn't bonded well to some of the earlier patches. On Tres Palmas we'd taken much of the stern down to the frames and tried again.

The Oriflamme leaked. Air through the hull, water from two of the reaction-mass tanks. All the living spaces were damp during the last three weeks of the voyage. Winger was afraid to run the nozzles from 17 Abraxis on more than eighty percent thrust, but they were better than the replacements we found on Fowler, so we switched them back again for the last leg.

I think Piet must have had the same revelation. 'To God, all things are possible,' he said. 'But some aren't-'

He squeezed us by opposite shoulders.

'— as probable as others, I agree.'

The Governor's entourage paused while Councilor Duneen and other high dignitaries joined it. When the court resumed its progress, attendants began herding a group of bizarrely-dressed, worried-looking sailors aboard the Oriflamme. Money hadn't given them either taste or confidence in a setting like this one.

'I think it's unfair that a mob of scruffs should be given places and I be refused!' said a slender, perfectly-dressed woman, as straight as a rifle barrel and as gray.

I moved and Stephen grabbed me because he knew what I knew, and what the other sixty-odd survivors knew; and what nobody else in the universe would ever know.

'They were good enough to accompany me through the Breach, madame,' Piet said. 'They will accompany me now.'