Mistworld (Deathstalker Prelude) (18 page)

“The beginnings of the plague, Director, and its possible links with the
Balefire
. Captain Starlight was one of the first few victims, wasn’t he?”

“Yes. He hasn’t said a word since we found him. He won’t eat or drink or sleep; just sits huddled in a corner, whimpering. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he’d been scared out of his mind. What kind of a plague is it where the living are worse off than the dead?”

“Where there’s life there’s hope, Director. My husband taught me that a long time ago, and I still believe it to be true. Given enough time, our medics might yet come up with a cure.”

“Given enough time, the plague might wipe us all out.”

“There haven’t been many deaths so far. Not compared with the number of survivors.”

“There have been enough, Investigator. More than enough. Most of us have lost someone to the plague.”

Topaz looked at him curiously. There had been something in Steel’s voice… “Who did you lose, Director?”

“A friend. His name was Jamie Royal.”

Steel’s voice was very quiet, and his eyes were far away, lost in memory. Topaz looked at her hands, folded neatly in her lap.

“I didn’t know the esper was a friend of yours, Director.”

“I liked him. Everyone did. Even his enemies.” Steel sat slumped in his chair, his mouth twisted into a bitter grimace. “I couldn’t even go to his funeral. Too much to do.”

“I didn’t think you had any friends, Steel,” said Topaz quietly. “What was he like?”

“Jamie… was a gambling man. He owed money to everyone dumb enough to extend him credit, but he always paid his debts eventually. He never broke his word, and he never dealt from the bottom. And the only way anyone will ever remember him is as one of the first victims of this new plague. Not much of a legacy for a man like Jamie.”

Topaz looked at him thoughtfully, then pushed back her chair and got to her feet. “We’ve done all we can for one day, Steel. Leave it for now. It’s late, and we could both use some sleep.”

Steel nodded goodbye without looking up. Topaz stared at his bowed head a moment, and then left, closing the cubicle door quietly behind her.

Eileen Darkstrom stood at the far boundary of Tech Quarter, staring out into the fog. All the time she’d spent trudging through the unrelenting cold of the plateau and the outlying settlements, she’d thought constantly of how good it would feel to get back to the warmth of Mistport. And now she was back, the first thing she had to do was hang about on the outskirts of the city, freezing her butt off. Darkstrom sniffed, and huddled inside her cloak. The fog was thicker than ever, with visibility no more than a few yards in any direction. The street lamps cast only shallow pools of light, and the mists muffled every sound. A heavy snow was falling, and the sinking evening sun was lost to sight. Another hour or so and it would be gone completely; night fell early on Mistworld as winter drew near. Darkstrom scowled, and kicked at the thick snow on the ground.

Where the hell are you, Stefan?

Darkstrom walked up and down before the boundary wall, stamping her feet to drive out the cold. The Bloodhawk had been very particular about her being on time, and here he was almost half an hour late. Typical. Not for the first time, Darkstrom wondered what the hell was so important that they had to discuss it out here in the freezing cold, so far away from everything and everyone. It had to be something to do with what they’d discovered about the Hob hounds. She’d intended to go straight to the Council and tell them everything, but the Bloodhawk had insisted that the two of them talk in private first. As if they hadn’t had enough chance on the way home. Darkstrom smiled fondly, remembering.

There was a slight noise behind her, and she turned happily, expecting to see the Bloodhawk. There was no one there. She looked quickly around, but nothing moved in the thick grey mists, and silence lay heavily across the fallen snow. Darkstrom stirred uneasily, and dropped her hand to her sword. The hounds shouldn’t be here for at least another forty-eight hours, but there was always the chance a few outrunners had got ahead of the pack.… Darkstrom drew her sword and glared about her into the mists. Her muscular blacksmith’s arms flexed confidently, and her narrowed green eyes held an eager, dangerous gleam. She hadn’t known much about the hounds until she’d visited the outer settlements. What she’d learned there had shocked and sickened her. Hob hounds attacked humans not because they felt threatened or hungry, but simply because they enjoyed it. They showed a distinct preference for weaker prey, like women or children. Particularly children. Darkstrom gripped her sword tightly. She thought she would enjoy evening the score against the hounds a little. She hitched back her cloak to give her arms more freedom of movement, stolidly ignoring the cold, and stamped her boots into the snow to get a good footing. Whatever was lurking out there in the mists was about to get the surprise of its life. She moved slowly forward, listening intently for the slightest sound. She quickly discovered that the only sound on the quiet was the snow crunching loudly under her boots. Darkstrom scowled, and moved quickly over to put her back against the boundary wall. No point in making it easy for the hound.

Her scowl deepened as she heard slow, unhurried footsteps approaching out of the mists. Whatever was out there, it wasn’t a hound. It could be a footpad, or an Empire agent… Darkstrom hefted her sword and dropped into a fighting crouch. The footsteps drew steadily nearer, and then a tall slim shadow formed suddenly out of the fog. Darkstrom tensed, and then relaxed with a great sigh of pent-in breath as Count Stefan Bloodhawk came walking out of the mists towards her. He looked at her drawn sword, and raised an elegant eyebrow. Darkstrom laughed, and put her sword away.

“I know I’m a little late,” said the Bloodhawk, reproachfully.

“Sorry, Stefan,” said Darkstrom, smiling ruefully. “The mists have been getting to me.” She moved forward into his arms and gave him a welcoming kiss, to show she forgave him for being late. “What kept you, dear? Is there some new problem about the hounds?”

“Yes,” said the Bloodhawk regretfully, “I’m afraid there is.” His right hand slipped the dagger expertly between Darkstrom’s ribs, and she stared at him in silent horror before the light went out of her eyes and she slumped against him. He stepped back, and let her fall into the snow.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” said the Bloodhawk calmly, “but I really couldn’t let you talk to the Council. I want the hounds to be a surprise.”

He sighed quietly, cleaned his dagger on a piece of rag, and sheathed it. It was a pity he’d had to kill her. He’d grown rather fond of her, in his way. But the Empire’s orders had been most specific, and he couldn’t risk upsetting his masters. Anything was worth it if it would finally get him off this stinking planet.

Now that Darkstrom was dead, the Council would have to face the hounds unwarned; or rather, what was left of the Council would. Darkstrom and du Wolfe were dead, and he would be… missing. That just left Royal and Steel; an old man and a thief. The Bloodhawk smiled slightly. Everything was proceeding according to plan. He picked Darkstrom up and slung her over his shoulder. She was surprisingly heavy for such a small woman. The Bloodhawk walked unhurriedly back into the fog and disappeared among the mists. The sound of his retreating footsteps died quickly away, and soon there was nothing left to show that he had ever been there, save for a few scuffed footprints in the snow and a small patch of blood where Eileen Darkstrom had fallen.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The Wolf at the Gate

STEEL paced back and forth in his cramped glass cubicle, trying to wake himself up. He should have gone home and got some sleep while he had the chance. Now it was two in the morning, and it didn’t look as though he’d be getting any sleep this night. His head was muzzy, his eyes ached, and his mouth tasted absolutely foul. He took another large bite from the candy bar in his hand, but it didn’t help much. He glanced surreptitiously at Investigator Topaz, standing hunched over his computer console. She couldn’t have had much sleep herself, but she looked disgustingly bright-eyed and alert. Steel growled under his breath. It wasn’t natural to look that good this early in the morning. He moved in behind Topaz and peered over her shoulder as she keyed in a new series of codes. He watched the answers come up on the screen, and winced.

“Over five thousand and still rising… What the hell’s happening out there, Investigator? We’ve got the strictest quarantine regulations Mistport’s seen in more than twenty years, and still people are dying. How can everything have got out of hand so quickly? What the hell are we dealing with here?”

Topaz shook her head slowly, and stabbed at the terminal keys as though she could bully the computer into giving her the answers she wanted. “When the Empire creates a plague, it does a thorough job, Director. New outbreaks have been recorded all across the city. The actual death rate is still comparatively low, but there are so many mindwiped victims that we just can’t cope with them anymore. The hospital’s already full to overflowing. If we don’t come up with some kind of vaccine soon, in a few more weeks Mistport will be a city of the dead and the dying.”

“I’m not even sure it is a plague,” growled Steel, sinking into his chair. As usual, it groaned under his weight, and he cursed it absently. “It doesn’t act like a plague, doesn’t feel like a plague—” He took another bite from his candy bar and wiped his sticky fingers on his short front. The sugar gave him energy. “What kind of a plague doesn’t have any symptoms? One minute the victims are fine and healthy, and the next minute they and everyone around them is either dead or mad. No plague works that fast.”

“Could be a long incubation period.”

“No. Our tests would have found something by now.”

“Well what is it, if it isn’t a plague?”

“I don’t know! Some new Empire weapon, a rogue esper…”

“An esper? Be serious, Steel. What kind of esper could take out five thousand people in less than a week?”

“You once stood off five hundred Guards with a single song.”

“Yes,” said Topaz steadily. “And it nearly killed me. I’m the most powerful Siren the Empire ever discovered, and even I have my limits. No, Steel; it can’t be a rogue esper.”

“You can’t be sure of that.”

“We can’t be sure of anything anymore, Director.”

Steel and Topaz glared at each other helplessly, and then looked away as the command monitor snapped on.

“Director!”

“Yes, duty esper. What is it?”

“Sensors report a gathering of Empire ships off Mistworld, Director.”

Steel gaped at the screen, unable to take the news in.
They’ve come. They’ve finally come
. He swallowed dryly, and shook his head slightly to clear it.

“How many ships?”

“Seventy-three and counting, Director. They’re dropping out of hyperspace as we watch.”

“It’s the Fleet,” said Topaz softly. “After all these years, the Empire finally thinks it’s ready to destroy Mistworld.”

Steel ignored her, and broke contact with the duty esper to key his monitor into the main system. The screen showed him a crowded radar image, with new contacts appearing every second. Overlapping voices from the command centre filled the cubicle.

Disrupter cannon don’t answer to the computers. Get a team down there to check the systems
.

Smuggler ships are powering up for takeoff. Ground crews please clear Pad Seven
.

Where are the espers? We need the psionic shield
.

Force shields are down. They don
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answer to the computers
.

Disrupter cannon are not on line. Repeat; disrupters are not on line
.

The computers are dead! They don’t hear us!

Where are the espers?

Steel cleared the screen, and the voices fell silent. He could feel his pulse hammering in his neck, and his palms were wet with sweat. Everything was happening so damned fast… He looked at Topaz, and her unruffled self-possession helped to calm him down a little.

“We’ve still got the smugglers’ ships,” said Topaz.

Steel shook his head. “They don’t stand a chance against the Imperial Fleet, and they know it. They’re going to die up there, just to buy us a little time.” He sat back in his chair and stared dazedly round his cubicle. Beyond the glass walls, technicians were running back and forth, shouting and cursing silently. “The force shields are out. The disrupters are out. I can’t believe our defences all fell apart so quickly. What the hell’s happened to our computers?”

“The crystal!” said Topaz suddenly.

“What?”

“The memory crystal I delivered; it was part of the main defence systems, wasn’t it?”

Steel swore softly. “Yes, it was. Your burglar must have had time to switch crystals before you discovered him. And what with all the excitement of the
Balefire
arriving, and the Hob hounds, and the plague… the crystal must have been installed without checking.”

“And I never thought to check for myself.”

“No reason why you should have; that was our responsibility.”

A distant roar shook the control tower as the smugglers’ ships threw themselves into the night skies, a dozen silver needles against the Imperial Fleet.

“Call them back,” said Topaz.

“I can’t. We need time to bring the espers together. Without our shields and disrupters, the smugglers’ ships are the only other defence we’ve got left. Their names will be remembered as heroes.”

“We’re going to lose,” said Topaz quietly. “I should have known. I should have known there was nowhere safe from the Empire.”

Steel glanced quickly at her dark, brooding face, and then turned back to his command monitor and raised the duty esper.

“Gather the espers. We need the psionic shield.”

“It’s already up and holding, Director, but I don’t know how long we can maintain it.” John Silver’s face was calm and controlled, but his eyes were grim. “Hundreds of espers have died from the plague.”

“That’s it!” Steel turned to his computer console, ignoring the startled esper, and tapped in a query. He nodded savagely as a stream of information flowed across the screen. “I should have seen it before;
only
espers have died from the plague. We were so busy looking for a physical common denominator we didn’t think to check for any other links. Investigator, we’ve been set up. With our computers sabotaged, the psionic shield is all that stands between us and the Fleet, and the plague was introduced specifically to take care of that. And I was so proud of my cannon… I should have listened to Suzanne du Wolfe. Duty esper, maintain the shield. That has top priority until I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, Director, but…”

“Just do it!” Steel broke off contact and stared thoughtfully at the blank monitor screen. “It’s a carrier; has to be. One of the refugees from the
Balefire
. I thought Starlight was lucky to escape from Tannim! Somewhere along the line the Empire must have smuggled aboard a carrier with an esper-specific plague.”

“No,” said Topaz abruptly. “That’s not it.” Steel looked at the Investigator in surprise as she paced back and forth before him, frowning. “You were right the first time, Director; it’s not a plague, it’s a rogue esper. A Siren, like me. When I sing, my voice and esp combine to work directly on the mind, boosting and scrambling the sensory imput. Take that too far, push too hard…”

“Brainburn,” said Steel.

“Yes,” said Topaz. “That’s what happened to the five hundred Guards on Virimonde.”

“And if you were to sing at an esper… “

“The weaker mind would self-destruct. The victim’s talent would rage out of control, attacking both the victim and his surroundings. It’s no wonder so many plague sites have been gutted by fire and violence; the victims must have included Pyros and Poltergeists. How could we have been so blind? The espers were the real target all along. The mindwiped survivors were nothing more than innocent bystanders; a blind to keep us from noticing that one by one those we depended on most for our defence were being murdered!”

Steel and Topaz looked at each other.

“You were the most powerful Siren the Empire ever had,” said Steel finally.

“Yes,” said Topaz. “I was. I destroyed five hundred minds, and they made me a legend. This new Siren has taken more than five thousand victims, in just a few days. I wonder if they’ll make her a legend too. Probably not; she’s more valuable as a weapon.” Topaz shook her head slowly. “No wonder the port espers picked up strange readings from the
Balefire
. Director, we’ve got to find this rogue and stop her, while we still can.”

Steel frowned thoughtfully. “It’s not going to be easy, trying to find one woman in a city the size of Mistport. I take it we can be sure the rogue is a woman? If the Empire’s finally produced a male Siren… “

Topaz shook her head firmly. “No, it’s a sex-linked characteristic, like hexing or dowsing.”

“Let’s hope you’re right, Investigator.” Steel called the duty esper back to his monitor.

“Yes, Director?”

“How many espers can you spare me for a city-wide search? Emergency priority.”

“Assuming everyone reports in, maybe a dozen; but that’ll be most of our reserve.”

“I’ll take them. We’re looking for a rogue esper, a very powerful Siren. You shouldn’t have much trouble recognising her; she was responsible for the strange readings your people picked up from the
Balefire
. Report back to me as soon as you’ve found her, but no one’s to approach her until I give the word. This rogue is dangerous. Got it?”

“Yes, Director.”

“Is the shield secure?”

“For the moment. The Empire ships are in stable orbit, but keeping their distance. They know what will happen if they try anything.”

“Stay with it, lad,” said Steel gruffly, and John Silver grinned.

“With our shield or on it, Director.”

The monitor screen cleared. Steel looked in surprise at his last piece of candy, melting forgotten in his hand, and popped it into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, his hands clasped across his belly. “The port espers scanned every man, woman, and child leaving the
Balefire
. There’s no way the rogue could have got past them.”

Topaz shrugged. “Empire agents must have got to her first, and spirited her off the landing field. This whole thing has been very carefully planned, right from the beginning.”

“It’s starting to look that way. But how far back does this thing go, Investigator? Did the Empire really scorch Tannim lifeless just to make sure we’d accept the
Balefire’s
refugees? A whole world?”

Topaz looked at him steadily. “They’ve done worse, Director. Much worse.”

They sat in silence a while. Steel knew there were things he ought to be doing, but somehow he just couldn’t seem to raise the energy. “Do you think they’ll find the rogue, Investigator?”

“A dozen espers, to cover an entire city? They might get lucky, but I doubt it. We don’t even know her name.”

“Call her Mary.”

“What?”

“Typhoid Mary. It’s an old name for a fugitive carrier of disease.” Steel smiled at Topaz’s open astonishment. “A Port Director has to study many fields, Investigator.”

He steepled his fingers and tapped them together thoughtfully. “As from now, I’m promoting you to Watch Commander. With the Bloodhawk missing, I need someone on the spot I can trust. You’re probably the only one in the Watch who really understands what we’re up against. Get all the Watch out on the streets and search the city, sector by sector. If you come across any espers apart from the rogue, I want them escorted here under full protection. We can’t afford to lose any more espers. At least here we should be able to offer them some security.”

Topaz nodded. “Sounds logical. Just one thing; what are my men supposed to do if they find the rogue?”

“They can’t afford to take chances,” said Steel steadily. “Keep her under surveillance, but don’t approach her. I’ll send men armed with disrupters.”

“You’re not going to give her the chance to surrender.”

“No. I can’t take the risk.”

“With this many Watch out on the streets, we’re going to need a cover story.”

“Right. If the truth gets out there’ll be a panic. Put a bounty on the rogue’s head and tell everyone she’s a plague carrier. It’s true enough.”

Topaz smiled slightly. “That should keep people off the streets. I’ll lead a patrol into Thieves Quarter. I know the area.”

“No! You’re an esper, Topaz; I can’t risk losing you to the rogue.”

“I’m a Siren, Director. I may be the only real chance you’ve got of stopping her.”

Steel hesitated, and then nodded curtly. He turned away and studied his computer console, and after a moment Topaz left the cubicle. Steel scowled at the blank screen before him. Damn fool woman was going to get herself killed at this rate. He wondered why that bothered him so much. He sighed wearily, and indulged in a long, slow stretch. He was so tired even his bones ached. He’d done everything he could, but he had a strong feeling it wasn’t going to be enough. The Empire had been planning this for a long time. They wouldn’t have left anything to chance. He blinked in surprise as his monitor screen suddenly lit up again.

“Yes, duty esper. What is it?”

“Hob hounds, Director! They’re pouring into the city through a breach in the Guilds Quarter boundary. First reports are confused, but it seems clear there are hundreds of the beasts. The Watch on the spot are falling back, street by street. Without reinforcements, it’s only a matter of time before they’re overrun.”