Orphan Star (15 page)

Chapter Nine

Flinx continued to study her as she took another sip of her steaming drink. She was almost beautiful, he couldn’t help but notice—though any trace of softness was absent from her face.

Reaching to one side, she picked up an intricately carved cane. With this she was able to rise and limp over to examine them more closely. She favored her left leg.

“I am Teleen aux Rudenuaman. You are . . . ?”

“My name’s Flinx,” he responded readily, seeing no profit in angering this crippled bomb of a woman.

“Sylzenzuzex,” his companion added.

The woman nodded, turned and walked back to resume her seat, instructing them both to sit also. Flinx took a chair, noticing out of the corner of an eye that the scarred woman called Linda was watching his—and Pip’s—every move from her position by the door. Sylzenzuzex folded herself on the fur floor nearby.

“Next question,” the woman Rudenuaman said. “How did you get past the Church peaceforcer?”

“We . . .” he started to say, but stopped as he felt a delicate yet firm grip on his arm. Looking past the truhand, he saw Sylzenzuzex eying him imploringly.

“I’m sorry, Syl, but I’ve got an aversion to torture. We’re not going anywhere and for the moment, at least, I’d like to . . .” The truhand pulled away. He did not miss the look of utter contempt she threw him.

“Sensible as well as sassy,” Rudenuaman commented approvingly. “I’ve been listening to you ever since you landed.” The brief flicker of a grin vanished and she repeated impatiently, “The fortresses, how did you get past?”

Flinx indicated Sylzenzuzex. “My friend,” he explained, ignoring the hollow mandibular laugh that flowed from her, “is a padre-elect currently working in Church security. She talked the peaceforcer into letting us pass.”

Rudenuaman looked thoughtful. “The circumvention was accomplished verbally, then?” Flinx nodded. “We’ll have to see if we can do something about that.”

“About a peaceforcer fortress?” Sylzenzuzex blurted. “How can you modify—in fact, how did
you
succeed in passing them? What are you doing here, with this illegal installation? This is an edicted world. No one but the Church or those in the highest echelons of the Commonwealth government have the codes necessary to pass a peaceforcer station; certainly no private concern has that ability.”

The woman smiled. “This private concern does.”

“Which concern is that?” Flinx asked. She turned her unfunny grin on him.

“For a condemned man you ask a lot of questions. However, I don’t have the chance to brag very often. It’s Nuaman Enterprises. Ever hear of it?”

“I have,” Flinx told her, thinking that this search for his parentage was making him a lot of rotten business contacts. “It was founded by . . .”

“By my aunt’s relatives,” she finished for him, “and then further developed by my Aunt Rashalleila, may a foulness become her soul.” The smile widened. “But I am in charge now. I felt a change of personnel at the uppermost executive position was in order.”

“Unfortunately, the first time I tried replacing her I chose for my cohort a man of muscle and no brains. No, that’s not accurate. Muscle and no loyalty. It cost me,” and she frowned in reminiscence, “a bad time. But I managed to escape from the medical hell my aunt had me committed to. My second attempt was better planned—and successful.

“It is now Rudenuaman Enterprises, you see. Me.”

“No private concern has the wherewithal to circumvent a Church peaceforcer,” Sylzenzuzex insisted.

“Despite your security clearance, stiff one, you seem to cherish all kinds of foolish notions. Not only have we, with some help, I admit, circumvented them; but they remain in operation to warn off or destroy any visitors we do not clear.

“You can see why your sudden appearance caused me considerable initial worry. But I’m not worried anymore—not since you proved so cooperative in following our landing instructions. Of course, you had no reason to expect a greeting from anyone other than a bunch of surprised Churchmen.”

“You have no right . . .” Sylzenzuzex began.

“Oh, please,” a disgusted Rudenuaman muttered. “Linda . . .”

Scarface left her place at the door. Flinx held on tightly to Pip; this was no time or place to force a final confrontation. Not yet.

The squat woman kicked suddenly and Flinx heard the crack of chiton. Sylzenzuzex let out a high, shrill whistle as one foothand collapsed at the main joint. Reddish-green blood began to leak steadily as she fell on her side, clutching with truhands and her other foothand at the injured member.

Linda turned and resumed her position at the door as if nothing had happened.

“You know she has an open circulatory system,” Flinx muttered carefully. “She’ll bleed to death.”

“She would,” Rudenuaman corrected him, “if Linda had cracked the leg itself instead of just breaking the joint. A thranx joint will coagulate. Her leg will heal, which is more than you can say for what mine did after my aunt’s medical experimenters finished with it.” She tapped her own left leg with the cane. It rang hollowly. “Other parts of me also had to be replaced, but they left the most important thing,” she indicated her head, “intact. That was my aunt’s last mistake.”

“I’ve only one more question for you.” She leaned forward, and for the first time since the interrogation began seemed genuinely interested. “What on Terra possessed you to come here, to a world Under Edict, in the first place? And only two of you, unarmed.”

“It’s funny,” Flinx told her, “but . . . I also have a question that needs to be answered.”

Seeing that he was serious, she sat back in her chair. “You’re a peculiar individual. Almost as peculiar as you are stupid. What question?”

He was suddenly overwhelmed by a multitude of conflicting possibilities. One fact was clear—whether or not she could tell him what he wished to know, he and Sylzenzuzex would die. As the silence lengthened, even Sylzenzuzex became curious enough to forget the pain in her foothand momentarily.

“I can’t tell you that,” he finally answered.

Rudenuaman looked at him askance. “Now that’s strange. You’ve told me everything else. Why hesitate at this?”

“I could tell you, but you’d never believe me.”

“I’m pretty credulous at times,” she countered. “Try me, and if I find it intriguing, maybe I won’t kill you after all.” The thought seemed to amuse her. “Yes, tell me and I’ll let you both live. We can always use unskilled labor here. And. I am not surrounded by clever types. I may keep you around for novelty, for when I’m visiting here.”

“All right,” he decided, electing to accept her offer as the best they could hope for, “I came hoping to find the truth of my birthright.”

Her amused expression vanished. “You’re right . . . I don’t believe you. Unless you can do better than that . . .”

She was interrupted by a chime and looked irritably to the door. “Linda . . .” There was a wait while the squat woman slid the door back and silently conversed with someone outside. Simultaneously something almost forgotten suddenly howled in Flinx’s mind.

That was matched by a scream which everyone could hear.

“Challis,” an angry Rudenuaman yelled, “can’t you keep that brat quiet? Why you continue to drag her around with you is something I never . . .” She broke off, looking from the merchant who was standing in the half-open doorway goggling at Flinx, to the red-haired youth, and then back at the merchant again.

“Gu . . . wha . . .
you!”
Conda Challis finally managed to blurt, like a man clearing his throat of a choking bone.

“You know this man?” Rudenuaman asked Challis. A terrible fury was building in her, as it slowly became clear how Flinx had found this world. She was only partially correct, but it was the part she could believe. “You
know
each other! Explain yourself, Challis!”

The merchant was completely out of control “He knows about the jewels,” he babbled. “I wanted him to help me play with a jewel and he . . .”

Unwittingly, the merchant had revealed something Flinx half suspected. “So, the Janus jewels come from here. That’s very interesting, and it explains a great deal.” He looked down at Sylzenzuzex.

“Most obviously, Syl, it explains why anyone would go to the incredible expense and chance the enormous penalty involved in ignoring a Church edict.”

A miniature, silvery voice exploded. “You colossal, obese idiot!” it half screamed, half bawled.

The already battered Challis looked down, shocked to see the ever-compliant Mahnahmi making horrible faces up at him. Flinx watched with interest. The merchant had finally done something dangerous enough to cause her to break her carefully maintained shell of innocence.

Rudenuaman looked on with equal curiosity, though her real attention and anger were still reserved for Challis. She was eying him almost pityingly.

“You are becoming a liability, Conda. I don’t know why this man has come here, but I don’t think it involves the jewels. Nor does it matter anymore that you’ve just given away the best-kept secret in the entire Commonwealth, because it will never leave this world—certainly not with either of these two.” She indicated Flinx and Sylzenzuzex.

“But he’s been following me, haunting me!” Challis protested frantically. “It has to have something to do with the jewels.”

Rudenuaman turned to Flinx. “You’ve been following Challis? But why?”

The merchant yammered on, unaware he was providing confirmation of Flinx’s earlier reply. “Oh, some blithering insanity about his ancestry!” He didn’t add, much to Flinx’s dismay, whether he possessed any further information on that particular obsession.

“Maybe I do believe you,” Rudenuaman said cautiously to Flinx. “If it’s an excuse, it’s certainly a consistent one.”

Better get her off the subject of himself, Flinx decided. “Where are the jewels mined? Up at that big complex on the mountainside?”

“You are amusing,” she said noncommittally. “Yes, I may keep you alive for a while. It would be a change to have some mental stimulation.” She turned sternly to face the merchant. “As for you, Conda, you have finally allowed your private perversions to interfere with business once too often. I had hoped . . .” She shrugged. “The fewer who know about the jewels and where they originate, the better. But considering what is at stake here I think I have to risk finding another outside distributor.”

“Teleen, no,” Challis muttered, shaking his head violently. From an immensely wealthy, powerful merchant he had suddenly been reduced to a frightened, fat old man.

“And we’ll have to do something about the whining brat-child, too,” she added, turning a venomous stare on the silently watching Mahnahmi. “Linda . . . take them over to Riles. He can do what he wants with Challis, as long as it’s reasonably quick. After all,” she added magnanimously, “he was an associate of ours for a while. As for the little whiner, save her for after-dinner entertainment. We ought to be able to make her last a few days.”

“
No!”

Flinx felt himself lifted in the grip of a mental shriek of outrage. A tremendous force ripped through the room, tearing rugs and furniture and people from their moorings and hurling them away from the doorway. Several of the thick pink polyplexalloy panels were blown out.

Flinx fought for control of his body, managed to come to a halt against a couch firmly anchored in the floor. Pip fluttered uneasily above his head, hissing angrily but unable to do more than hold his air in the face of the gale.

Hair flying, Flinx shielded his face with one hand and squinted into the hurricane.

Sylzenzuzex had been rolled skittering into a far corner. The guard, Linda, was lying unconscious nearby. She had been standing closest to the immense blast. Teleen auz Rudenuaman lay buried in a mass of thick fur rugs and broken fixtures, while the considerable bulk of Conda Challis hugged the fixed fur near the doorway and hung on for dear life as the wind pulled and tore at him.

“You fat imbecile!” the source of that pocket typhoon was screaming at him, stamping childishly at the floor. “You pig’s ass, you jelloid moron . . . you’ve gone and spoiled
everything!
Why couldn’t you keep your dumb mouth shut? For years I’ve kept you from tripping over your own tongue, for years I’ve made the right decisions for you when you gleefully thought it was your doing! Now you’ve thrown it all away, all away!” She was crying, girlish tears running down her cheeks.

“Child of my own,” Challis gasped into the wind, “get us out of this and—”

“
Child of my own!”
she spat down at him. “I don’t know the words yet to describe what you’ve thought of doing to me, or what you have done—not that it would matter to you. I can’t save you anymore, Daddy Challis.” She glared around the room.

“You can all go to your respective hells! I’m not afraid of any of you. But I need time to grow into myself. I don’t know what I am, yet.”

She glared contemptuously back at Challis. “You’ve ruined my chance to grow up rich and powerful. The Devil take you.”

Turning, she disappeared, running down the corridor. “Someday,” a mental shout stabbed fadingly at Flinx, “I’ll even be strong enough to come back for
you.”

The wind died slowly, in increments. Flinx was able to roll over in the falling breeze and feel of his bruises. He saw that Sylzenzuzex had succeeded in protecting her broken foothand. Her hard exoskeleton had saved her from any additional injury, so that while the first wounded, she actually was the least battered of anyone in the room. Except for Pip, of course, who settled unhurt but disturbed on Flinx’s shoulder. Only the force of the wind had prevented him from killing Mahnahmi.

Teleen auz Rudenuaman was more shaken than she cared to admit. “Linda . . . Linda!” The guard was just regaining consciousness. “Alert the base, everyone. That child is to be killed instantly. She’s an Adept.”

“Yes . . . Madam,” the woman replied thickly. Her right cheek was bleeding and discolored, and she was wincing painfully as she touched her left elbow.

Rudenuaman tried to sound confident. “I don’t care what kind of magic tricks she can pull. She’s only a child and she can’t go anywhere.”