A Deepness in the Sky

Rachner felt his shoulders droop. "Corporal, just ring down to him. Tell him it's Rachner, and it's a matter of...of life and death." And as soon as he said the words, Thract wished he hadn't asserted this absolute truth. The cobblie stared at him for a second—debating whether to throw him out? Then something like sick pity seemed to rise in his aspect; he opened a comm line and spoke to someone inside.

A minute passed. Two. Rachner paced the visitor holding box. At least it was out of the wind; he'd frozen the tips of two hands just climbing the stairs from Underhill's helipad. But...an external guard, and a holding box? Somehow, he hadn't expected such security. Maybe some good had come out of his losing his job. It had wakened the others to the need for protection.

"Rachner, is that you?" The voice that came from the sentry's comm was frail and querulous. Underhill.

"Yes, sir. Please, I've got to talk to you."

"You—you lookterrible, Colonel. I'm sorry, I—" His voice faded. There was mumbling in the background. Someone said, "The speech went well...plenty of time now." Then he was back, and sounding much less drifty. "Colonel, I'll be up in a few minutes."

FIFTY-THREE

"An excellent speech. It could not have been better if we had scripted it." In the flat video from theHand, Ritser rattled on, well pleased with himself. Nau just nodded, smiling. Smith's peace proposal was strong enough to bring the Spider militaries to a pause. It would give the humans time to announce themselves, and propose cooperation. That was the official story, a risky plan that would leave the Podmasters in a second-class position. In fact, about 7Ksec from now, Anne's zipheads would initiate a sneak attack by Smith's own military. The resulting Kindred "counterattack" would complete the planned destruction.And we'll step in and pickup the pieces.

Nau looked out over North Paw's afternoon brightness, but his huds were filled with a view of Trinli and Vinh, sitting in the flesh just a couple meters from him. Trinli had a faintly amused expression, but his fingers never stopped their flickering work on his assignment, monitoring the nuclear munitions in Kindred territory. Vinh? Vinh looked nervous; the diagnostic tags that hovered by his face showed that he knew something was up but hadn't quite figured out what it was. It was time to move him out of the way, a few brief errands. When he came back events would be in motion...and Trinli would back up the Podmaster's story.

Anne Reynolt's voice came tiny in Nau's ear. "Sir, we have an emergency."

"Yes, go ahead." Nau spoke easily, not turning away from the lake. Inside, though, something froze in his guts. This was the closest he had ever heard Anne come to panicky sharpness.

"Our pet subversive has stepped up the pace. There's much less masking. He's grabbing everything that's loose. A few thousand more seconds and he can shut us zipheads down....It's Trinli, sir, ninety percent probability."

But Trinli is sitting right here, before my very eyes! And I need him toback up the post-attack lies."I don't know, Anne," he said aloud. Maybe Anne was freaking. It was possible, though he had been tracking her meds and MRI tuning more closely than ever before.

Anne shrugged, didn't reply. It was the typical dismissive gesture of a ziphead. She had done her best, and he was welcome to ignore her advice and go to hell.

This was not a distraction he needed when forty years' work was coming to a cusp.Which was exactly why an enemy might pick this moment finallyto act.

Kal Omo was standing right behind Nau, and was on the private link with Reynolt. Of the other three guards, only Rei Ciret was actually in the room. Nau sighed. "Okay, Anne." He gave Omo an invisible signal to get the rest of his team into the room.We'll put these two on ice, deal with themlater.

Nau had given his targets no warning, yet—from the corner of his vision, he saw Trinli's hand flicker in a throwing gesture. Kal Omo gave a gargling scream.

Nau pulled himself under the table. Something slammed into the thick wood above him. There was a chatter of wire-gun fire, another scream.

"He's getting away!"

Nau slid across the floor and bounced up toward the ceiling on the far side of the table. Rei Ciret was in midair, flailing at Ezr Vinh. "Sorry, sir! This one jumped me." He pushed the bleeding body away; Vinh had bought Trinli the instant he needed to escape. "Marli and Tung will get him!"

Indeed they were trying. The two sprayed wire-fire up the hillside, toward the forest. But Trinli was way ahead of them, flying from tree to tree. Then he was gone, and Tung and Marli were halfway to the forest in hot pursuit.

"Wait!" Nau's voice roared over the lodge speakers. A lifetime of obedience stopped their reckless pursuit. They came carefully back down the hillside, scanning for threats all the way. Shock and rage were strong in their faces.