Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 3 : След на песке.(ЛП)

"Perhaps Lyta does," Delenn muttered. "Have you spoken to her recently?"

He shook his head. "She is…. elsewhere, with Captain Sheridan. Perhaps later, but for now, I am unsure. There is something within her…. Ah, how can I tell? I am probably acting on an instinct a thousand years out of date."

She smiled. "Perhaps, but I was always taught never to ignore instinct. The warrior caste swear by it."

"That may not be the best of recommendations."

Delenn laughed, and he smiled. "Yes," she said, smiling. "But still, not all of the warrior caste are as…." She searched for a word.

"Unprincipled?" he suggested.

"They have their own principles, I think. Very different from the rest of us. They now have the power in our society, and I fear for the fate of my people."

"You have done well enough for your people here. And not all of your people are Minbari."

She smiled. "Very true."

They reached the Main Government Building — what Vejar somewhat inexplicably had called the Neuadd — and Delenn came to a halt. "I have no doubt there is more business to attend to. And then I would like to meditate."

"I understand. And…. call someone, I believe?"

"I…. yes. Yes, I miss him."

"It takes no arcane knowledge to realise that. Nor does it take any foreknowledge of the future to know that you will be happy."

A cloud passed over her features. "Will we?" she said softly.

"Well, for a time at least."

She nodded, briefly, and began to mount the steps to the Neuadd. As she was halfway up, she paused, brief memories of an encounter near this spot with one possessed surfacing in her mind. "Will you be needing anything?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I will walk a little more. I must think and remember and…. enjoy this beautiful place you have here. Good fortune and peace be with you, Delenn."

"And with you…." She paused, unsure of what to call him. He had had no title in his earlier time, and 'Master' somehow did not seem appropriate.

He smiled, perhaps recognising her dilemma. "Delenn…. call me Jeffrey. It is a reminder of what I used to be. Perhaps of what I still am."

She nodded once, briefly. "Then be at peace…. Jeffrey."

* * *

It's tearing me apart!

Silence.

Voices. In his mind. In his soul.

His son. His wife. Where were they? He needed them. He was doing this for them…. wasn't he? A better place for them.

Running away. You're running away. Afraid of the future. You're running away!

No. Has to be done. Must be done. Do what's right. Do what must be done.

Running away.

Tearing…. me…. apart….

Gotta be one of the good guys….

…. 'cause there's way too many of the bad.

Tearing me ap….

Michael Garibaldi screamed as his body was torn in a million pieces, as his world exploded around him, and the voices stilled. Forever.

"Michael?" Garibaldi shook his head. "Are you all right?"

"Wha…. what?" he asked, disoriented. Who was talking to him? Who…?

"Are you all right?"

David. Of course. Commander Corwin. Two parts status report, three parts talk between friends. And yet…. something had….

Michael winced. For a moment he'd been somewhere else. Almost as if he were dreaming.

"Right, that's it. I'm calling Medlab." Garibaldi could see Corwin reaching for his link.

"No. No, don't worry. I'm fine. Really. Just…. must be a spot of migraine coming on. What were you saying again?"

"I was asking how Lianna was." Corwin did not look particularly convinced by the explanation.

"Oh, she's fine. Back on Sanctuary at the moment, of course. Looking after little Frank. Well, someone had to."

Corwin nodded. From what he remembered of the Captain's status report about this new…. Babylon 4 — and that was a hard concept to take — it had been a joint project between G'Kar and Bester. Some sort of rallying point, apparently. Some of Bester's people had come over from Sanctuary to supervise his involvement in the construction. Unfortunately Mary hadn't been one of them. At least not yet.

"And how's Frank? Must be…. nine months by now." Michael nodded. "Wow. Nine months. Doesn't time fly!"

"Yeah, a lot's happened since he was born."

"There's still a lot more going to happen. You mark my words."

"My, aren't we pessimistic."

"No." His tone was suddenly deadly serious. "No, certain."

"What? Did you suddenly become a prophet or something?"

"Something. Definitely something."

* * *

"And now, a repeat of the classic Reebo and Zooty film Howondaland Jones, Balgrog Hunter…."