Reclamation

She sank back onto the sofa. "Those are not the words I expected from a Teacher who has just met the Aunorante Sangh in open battle."

"Battle." Eric filled his cup and swigged down a long draught. "Oh yes. Five minutes after I stood up against them, they had me tranqued out and in a life-support capsule. A great battle indeed for dena Enemy of the Aunorante Sangh." He swirled the dregs of the tea. "Those poor ones in the Temples will go down twice as fast."

She gaped at him. "What are you saying? You, you're sitting there alive and recovering. You held them at bay, you signaled for help from the depths of their ship. You beat them."

"I ran away from them," he said. "I woke up and I panicked. I was so afraid, I couldn't control myself. I just…I just…" He dropped the cup onto the tabletop. It wobbled and tipped over, letting amber liquid spill across the clear polymer. He watched the puddle ooze toward the plate of breads. He remembered the awful pulling in the capsule, as if something were trying to drag his soul out through his pores. A sick yielding sensation had come over him, and whatever dragged at him took him…took him…

"I don't even really remember what I did," he said. "All I know is that I was scared nearly into senselessness and if Adu…if you hadn't been there to pull me out, I would be a set of molecules in a lab dish."

Aria narrowed her eyes. "You did something, or your power gift did. I got that much from the little Vitae who released you from the capsule. He was babbling about you taking over the lab. I don't think he knew very well what he was saying. There was blood on him." She frowned. "Is the power gift always under your command or does it ever work on its own?"

"What kind of question is that?" Eric hunted around the table for a cloth to wipe up the spill and didn't find anything.

"The question of a Notouch seeking wisdom from her Teacher," she retorted. "It should be obvious even to you that what everyone, from the Unifiers to the Kethran to the Vitae, has sought is the understanding of how the gifts the Nameless laid upon us work. So, if we gain that understanding first, we will have something to bargain with, or fight with."

"What is obvious to me is that you are wandering around in a night storm of your own thoughts." He met her eyes. "Don't you understand? There is nothing we can do. The Nameless alone can count how many Rhudolant Vitae there are. There are maybe three thousand Teachers in existence, counting the students. Even if we could all be united, which I doubt, we would be drowned in the flood of sheer numbers." He turned up both his hands so he could see his blank, smooth, empty palms. "We can't be blinded by our superstitions, not now. This is not some mythic battle we can win because we're touched by the Nameless and they're not. This is real. This is happening. This is a primitive and, probably, dying people, against the oldest and most coherent power in the Quarter Galaxy. All we can do is keep out of the way."

"It was tried," Aria folded her arms. "It only worked for 150 generations."

"What?" Eric looked up.

"These now are the Words of the Servant Garismit, 'I have moved the Realm. The Aunorante Sangh will search for a thousand years to find you again, but only the Nameless Powers know now where you live.'" She quickly touched the backs of her hands, first the right, then the left, to close the quote. "If that is not trying to keep out of the way, what is it?"

"You would have the gall to quote the Words to a Teacher," Eric muttered. "I'm telling you…"

"You're telling me not to be blinded by superstition and you refuse to look into the Words and see that there might be truth under there." She stabbed a finger at him. "What is that if it isn't blindness?"

"The Words are lies!" Eric shouted. "Lies! They told us if we obeyed, if we kept the bloodlines straight and true, that we would be ready when the Aunorante Sangh came back! Well we did, and they have, but we haven't got a rat's chance in the Dead Sea!" His head spun. Visions of Lady Fire, her curses as he carried their baby away, his father's calm voice, his brother-in-law's sneaking glances stabbed at his vision. He cradled his head in his hands. "We did everything we were told and they are still going to take us all."

"That does not have to be true," she said softly. "Our ancestors somehow bested theirs; we may be able to repeat what was done."

He raised his head. "Who has been putting this salt water into your head?"