Timeweb Trilogy Omnibus (22 page)

Noah began to gesture with his hands as he spoke. “Well, she is attractive, but I would never think of showing her any interest—other than professional, of course. She’s my … friend’s … girlfriend.”

An exceedingly observant sentient, Eshaz had noted with interest Noah’s hesitation over the word “friend” … but he said nothing of it. Eshaz wondered, though. If young Anton was not a friend, what was he? Certainly not an enemy, or Noah would not have permitted him to train for a position with the Guardians. A rival, perhaps? Had they competed for women in the past? But Noah was at least fifteen years older, and maybe a bit more than that.

A light flashed on in Eshaz’s head. At a voice command he increased the power of his binocular glax, which enabled him to study the face of Anton Glavine. To his surprise, the Tulyan noted similarities with the way Noah looked: strong chin, aquiline nose, and wide-spaced hazel eyes.

Could Anton be Noah’s son?

As for the young woman, Eshaz found her extraordinary himself, in more than just her beauty, her high energy level, and her resistance to bee stings. The Tulyan had noted in brief conversations with her how quick she was, how obviously intelligent. He could see it in the glint and flash of her emerald green eyes, could hear it in her well-chosen words. In his own intellectual way, Eshaz found her eminently fascinating, but solely for the quality of her mind. Yes, Tesh Kori would make an excellent Guardian one day, and should receive rapid promotions.

Inevitably she might work closely with Noah, perhaps even on his staff. Eshaz envisioned problems between the “friends” if that occurred. In the realm of Human relationships, some things were quite obvious and predictable to the Tulyan.

In the camp below, Tesh brought the bucket of water back … while Noah continued to watch her.

Just as the campers finished their breakfast, snow began to fall, only a little at first, and then a blizzard. They ran for cover, while Noah and Eshaz took shelter in their grid-plane and put on warm coats and insulated boots. Hours passed, with no slackening. By mid-afternoon, a meter of white lay on the ground.

During the unexpected snowfall, Noah stayed in touch with his headquarters via the onboard telebeam transmitter. Finally, when the storm let up, he confirmed that a rescue team was about to set out in snow trucks. Concerned that this would take too long, he transmitted back that he and Eshaz were going to inspect the camp, and would meet them there.

Noah and his trusted aide slid open the door of their small aircraft and cleared snow away so that they could get out. With Noah wearing a backpack full of survival gear, the two of them slogged through deep, pristine snow to the edge of the hill. From there, Noah fired a wire at a tree down in the woods and then connected a sling and descent clip to the wire. Glancing back at Eshaz, who held another sling and clip, he said, “Follow me.” And he jumped over the edge.

One after the other, the two of them went down the steeply-angled wire. The descent clips had braking mechanisms that squeaked, but they worked properly, enabling the pair to proceed at a controlled rate of speed.

When they descended as far as they could on the wire, they switched on motors to lower their slings to the ground. Reaching the camp a short while later, Noah feared the worst. Heavy snow had caved in many of the roofs, and the air was still. He detected no signs of life.

Then he heard something, and looked to the right. On the creek side of the camp, snow shifted, breaking away with soft thumps, and he heard voices from that direction. “It’s about time you got here!” a woman shouted, cheerily. Noah recognized Tesh. As she stepped out from what looked like a snow cave, he counted four others behind her, including Anton.

Eshaz got to them first, and looked inside the opening. Moments later, he reported, “They’re all here … and all are smiling.”

“We’re OK, except one of the boys has a broken wrist,” Tesh said to Noah. She wore a sweater and jeans, and with a bare hand brushed snow from her shoulders and arms. Then, while Eshaz tended to the injured student, Tesh told Noah that the entire class had been caught unawares, but had pooled their resources, especially when some of the lean-to structures failed. As snow pummeled them, they had built a larger shelter, and huddled together inside.

“Do we all get A’s?” Anton asked, with a wide grin.

“You can count on it,” Noah promised. “But this is crazy. It never snows around here in the summer.”

As if to show him how wrong he was, a howling arctic wind blasted through the trees, and the temperature dropped precipitously. Noah and Eshaz joined the others inside the makeshift shelter. This further delayed the rescuers in their snow machines, but they finally rolled noisily into to the camp.…

* * * * *

At well past midnight, Noah and Eshaz stood in the large lobby of the Guardian administration building, wearing dry clothes and drinking hot chocolate. Around them their companions chattered excitedly about the unexpected adventure. Curiously, the temperature had been rising quickly in the last few hours, and snow was melting outside, with water running off the rooftop and overflowing the gutters.

Standing nearby, Tesh and Anton had been bundled up in warm coats, but heat coming in from outside forced them to remove them. Others were doing the same, and no one understood what was occurring. With one exception.

“Canopa is not healthy,” Eshaz murmured, as he gazed into the distance.

* * * * *

By the following morning, even with the sun shining, the temperature began to drop once more, and snow accompanied the plunge, although considerably less than before. By evening the temperature rose and melted away the blanket of white, but it did not get as warm as the first night. Another day and night of this ensued—three in all—with the odd reversal of expected patterns repeating themselves, but in diminishing form.

On the third night, Noah and Eshaz stood outside the main building, gazing up at a starry sky. To a certain extent Noah understood the Tulyan’s remark about Canopa. Both of them believed that planets were vital organisms, and that the galaxy was populated by living, Gaea-type worlds. They had discussed this subject in the past, but only in general terms that never quite satisfied Noah’s desire for information.

It always seemed to him that Eshaz knew more than he was revealing about the subject. Even though Noah had coined the phrase “galactic ecology,” he did not really feel like an expert on the subject. He was only a student himself, with a great deal to learn.

“Perhaps one day you will decide to tell me more,” Noah said.

“Perhaps,” came the response.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The wise merchant prince emulates the predator.

—”Discourses on Power,” confidential memo from Doge Lorenzo

For weeks Prince Saito had clung to life, sustained by the life-support dome over him and the auxiliary medical equipment connected to his failing body. Since the injury he had lost more than forty kilograms, and looked pale. Princess Meghina felt as if she was caught in a nightmare, unable to save the man she loved. Each day was like the one before it and the one that followed, and she fell into a dismal routine.

She had been staying in an elegant hotel, only a short distance away by groundjet. In view of her high social status and special relationship with the Prince she might have stayed in his villa, but Francella had proffered no invitation and Meghina had too much pride to push the issue. Hence, the Princess had decided to go somewhere else, where she could have a little breathing room.

Each morning at eight o’clock, her groundjet left the hotel and took her to the Prince’s villa high on the cliff, a short ride. She then remained at his side until late evening, talking to him, holding his hand, massaging his shoulders … and never giving up hope that he might regain consciousness. Sometimes she sustained herself by dipping into her memory vault and reliving wonderful moments the two of them had shared.

“Remember that time we went on a sand-skiing holiday to Lost Lake Desert, and I tumbled down a huge dune and disappeared? You rushed down to rescue me, my gallant knight. I’ll never forget how you cleared away the sand so that I could breathe, and then you kissed me. I carry that kiss with me every day, and so many others, my darling.…”

While recounting the anecdote for him she held his hand, and thought she felt his pulse quicken for a moment.

A quick learner, Meghina had developed an understanding of the cell meters, immuno monitors, and other machines connected to his body. She began to memorize the results and compare them with prior outcomes, while asking a lot of questions of any doctor or nurse who happened to be in her proximity.

Late one night, after staying with the Prince all day, she kissed him gently and felt the coldness of his lips, so cruelly different from the passion they had shared not so long ago. During the groundjet ride back afterward, she’d cried, afraid that he would never recover. But it had been only a short trip and only a short cry. By the time she arrived at her hotel suite she reminded herself that she needed to be strong for him, and she prepared for the next day.

Upon returning to the villa the following morning, however, she walked into the sick room and found the life-support dome sitting on the floor by the bed, with a blanket over the Prince, including his face.

No one else was in the room; just the two of them.

“My love. No! Please, no, not you.…”

Gasping in shock and disbelief, she removed the blanket from his head and kissed him one last time, dropping Mutati tears on his lifeless face. He looked so small and fragile, where once he had been such a powerhouse of a man. She glanced around, but saw no one. Prince Saito was gone, leaving the courtesan with only her memories.

A short while later, Dr. Bichette marched into the room, followed by two large men in black tunics, capes, and fez hats.
Undertakers
, Meghina thought, unable to stop the flow of tears. A motorized gurney rolled behind them, controlled by a transmitter held by one of the men. Bichette looked stern and impatient, as if other matters were more important to him than this one, and he had been delayed by the inconvenience of Prince Saito’s injury.

Despite her abiding sadness and the tears that continued to flow, Princess Meghina thought of Saito’s daughter, and how she must be hurting. Presumably Francella was in the house, and had been with her father earlier in the morning, perhaps before he died. Meghina hoped that he had felt the warmth of his daughter’s touch during his final moments.

Resolving to offer her condolences to Francella, despite the past animosity between them, Meghina walked out to the loggia and peered into room after room. She took several deep breaths. This was not an easy thing for her to do. But she lifted her head high and continued looking. Her noble prince would have wanted her to rise above personal conflict, and she would make every effort to do exactly that.

At the far end of the loggia she passed a hand through the pale yellow identity beam that protected the Prince’s study. Presently the heavy alloy door slid open with a smooth click, and she stepped through.

“What are you doing here?” It was Francella, looking up from a long-necked computer terminal just inside the doorway. Her face was filled with rage and hatred.

“I … I just wanted to offer my condolences for your loss.”

Unaffected by the deep sadness on the face of the blonde woman, Francella shouted at her, “You were his whore, but I am his heir. Now get out!”

Maintaining her composure, Meghina gazed down the bridge of her nose and retorted, “I am a
courtesan
. There is a difference.” Not wishing to get into an emotional argument so soon after a death, she whirled smoothly and left.…

A short while later, Francella went to the local nehrcom transmitting station and sent a message to Doge del Velli, requesting an audience with him, so that they might discuss their new working relationship. Actually, she had forged important documents that she wanted him to sign, and she knew exactly how to gain his cooperation. It was the sort of behavior that the merchant princes liked and expected anyway, and no one enjoyed this sort of interaction more than Lorenzo, even if he had to give something up in the process.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sometimes when you want to think big, it is necessary to begin with the very small.

—
Scienscroll,
Commentaries 8:55

After completing their outdoor survival training and a battery of preliminary classes, Tesh Kori and Anton Glavine were promoted to the School of Galactic Ecology on the orbital EcoStation. There they began more advanced studies, including Correlated Astronomy, Planetary Reclamation, and Eco-Activism. Tesh excelled in her studies, while Anton did acceptable, but not outstanding, work. Both of them were still only probationary Guardians, and could not become full-fledged members until they graduated.

During a lunch break inside EcoStation’s crowded automatic cafeteria, they sat at a small table by a window that afforded a distant view of Canopa, beyond wind-sculpted clouds below them. One of the cloud formations made Tesh giggle, since it resembled a corpulent Mutati, with a small head and a lumpy body.

Upon hearing her, Anton looked up from an electronic book that he had been reading. His eyes were bloodshot from staying up late the night before, studying for his first examination in Eco-Activism. He had been pushing himself, trying to prove to Tesh that he could keep up with her. She smiled gently at the thought of this mere
humanus ordinaire
trying to match her own performance levels, an utter and complete impossibility. Perhaps she should diminish her accomplishments, as a kindness to him. Human males, so competitive with everyone in their spheres, didn’t like to be shown up by females, and especially not by females with whom they were having relationships.

Several tables away, the scaly-skinned, reptilian Eshaz was deep in conversation with Noah Watanabe. On a cart beside them, Noah had brought along the nearly extinct alien he had rescued from Jaggem, the amorphous creature he called Lumey. Surprising everyone, and Noah more than anyone, Lumey no longer needed to be kept inside the sealed container. Perhaps in response to Noah’s loving attention, the creature had healed, and was now living off a variety of foods. At the moment, Noah had the case open, and was tossing occasional scraps of food inside. As each morsel arrived, Lumey slithered his body over it and absorbed it into his skin, glowing luminescent white for a few moments at a time during the digestive process. But Tesh was more interested in another, much larger creature. Eshaz.