The Nonborn King (29 page)

The boat was turning idly on its anchor cable in a vagrant breeze Vaughn remained at the stem while the others came together in the cockpit, shutting him out of their telepathic colloquy But suddenly the Coventry screening fragmented and the four broadcast stunned incredulity They were looking once again toward the shore Vaughn turned to see what had caught their attention

"Hey, will you took at that sucker'"

A gigantic bird was descending on outspread wings toward the corpse At first Vaughn thought it was a condor, because of its size, but his farsight identified it as a jet-black corvid, a huge raven Lightly, the bird settled, cocked its head, and gave a discordant cry

Vaughn raised his Matsu "Maybe there's some juice left, "

He disintegrated

The sleek skin tightened and burst, blood boiled, muscles npped into expanding shreds The bones shattered in the midst of scarlet vapor, the skull last of all. with its jaws agape and grayish fog wreathing it at eye-level The weapon clattered to the deck The gory cloud seemed to spin like an obscene waterspout. moving out over the cove Cleaner waters arose and merged with it, roaring, and then the entire manifestation dwindled away, leaving only pink patches of foam

The black bird vanished

Felice stood in the stem near the inflated dinghy, which had not been launched. She was a pallid wraith, except for her huge brown eyes. Her platinum hair was as buoyant as a great dandelion clock- She wore a vest and short kilt of snow-while chamois and there were white buskins on her tiny feet. The dark eyes looked down al the fallen weapon and then at the four adventurers, who saw impending death.

"We didn't mean, " Jillian began.

The thirteen-meter ketch heeled to starboard with unbelievable violence, throwing the people in the cockpit into a shrieking heap. All around, the cove waters erupted. The keel smashed against the suddenly uncovered bottom and its stabilizers splintered The water rushed back and the yacht was flung upward, gyrating wildly. Fehce stood as though nailed to the deck. Eventually, the tossing calmed. The small anchor had miraculously held.

Cloud and Elaby bent over Jillian, who lay unconscious with blood leaking from her left temple. Owen scrambled to his feet, clinging to the instrument housing on the pedestal.

"It was wrong of you to kill my porpoises," Felice said "They're much nicer than humans or exotics. Always kind."

Owen Blanchard let his mind open slowly: See, I am elderly. See, I wish you no harm. See, I mourn with you the loss of your precious animal friends. See, I repudiate the cruel one and rejoice that you have destroyed him. You were right to do so This is your world You rule it. Lady of Animals. Goddess of the Forests, Moon-Virgin. Avenging Huntress

"Yes," said Felice.

May I address you. Great One?

"You are all devils."

We have come at your invitation.

The ivory brow creased. "I don't remember."

From North America. We are your friends. The friends who helped you open Gibraltar Who come now to serve you

"But you were young when I spoke to you and invited you Why are you old?"

To give you the help you require takes wisdom. I am wise.

These others, and the woman you struck down, are here to work with me. For you

Felice gave Jillian a contemptuous glance "She may die. Her skull is fractured."

We are healers. All three of us who stand here humbly before you. We will make our companion well again

"Really?" Felice's deeper mind-levels revealed themselves. chaotic, a morass of raw colors, inarticulate shouts, and ravenous, hurtful need

(Link with me' Owen told Elaby and Cloud on their intimate modes Be prepared to follow and bolster me )

"There are times," Felice said, "when I feel in need of healing, myself! I have nightmares. Sometimes the bad dreams come when I'm awake now " The threatening masses. The filth

(Now! But cautiously ) Is it here that you suffer. Great One? Here? Or here?

"Oh, yes! How did you do that? It felt, good."

We can do even better than that. Help you still more if you only open,

NO!'

(Good God, Owen! She nearly snuffed the lot of us')

(Easy, kids. Stick close to me.)

"I won't open to you," Felice said peevishly "I've never let anyone redact me Not here, and not m the Milieu. They wanted to, you know. Wanted to change me. But that would be wrong If I changed, I wouldn't be myself! I'd be lost. That's what the mind-benders do to you. Take away your self and make you over like them Blah self-satisfied little worms "

Great One, we are very subtle healers. The most stdllrul redactors do not alter personality. They only erase hurts. Remove pain.

"Some pain I like."

That is part of your dysfunction.

"My Beloved and I share that. you know. He's a very powerful redactor, for an exotic Second only to that coward. Dionket " Her attention was beginning to drift Images formed in the maelstrom A beautiful male face with sapphire eyes dnd hair like a torch A nonhuman mental signature.

Is this your Beloved, Great One? The Cultuket you wish us to bring to you?

"I love him more than life or death He can't be dead'" A wave of panic ignited her "There's been no trace of him since the Flood' If he's died without me, if he's dared to, then it's all wasted' But he could be hiding My farsense and redaction are really much weaker than my other faculties " Abruptly, she shot a bald query "Are you a Grand Master redactor, deviP"

(Look out, Owen )

Of course Shall I show you the affirmation of the Concilium'? [Image ] There Not only am I a Grand Master, but I have these two young assistants who are also powerful healers

(That was very clever of you, Owen You could have fooled us')

(Felice is a child What does she know of such matters? Besides, the line between coercer and redactor is rather easily fudged )

"But if you're a Grand Master," Felice was saying, "you could lie to me without my knowing "

(Oh, oh )

"Open your minds to me, devils' Let me probe you^'

Great Felice, if you damage our minds, we won't be able to help you in any way And you lack the skill for a benign probe Forgive my saying so, but if you harm us, you may never find your Culluket Or become Queen of the World

"Queen?" The pale figure standing in the stem of the ketch brightened physically as well as mentally A peariy halo, visible even in the tropical sunshine, transfigured her into an apotheosis of Diana "You could make me a queen? Not just of the animals and the forests, but of the people?"

Queen of the Many-Colored Land' Everyone would love you Humans and Tanu and Firvulag We will make you queen, then serve you forever All that's needed is your healing When the nightmares and misery are washed away, your true nobility of spirit will manifest itself Your metapsychic powers will grow even greater You'll be irresistible' You will be the Goddess'

"The exotics worship the Goddess But they say she never took on a material body Do you think she could have? Without their knowing? Without the body knowing?"

The apparition was coming closer, gliding over the deck toward the midships cockpit with the deck paint crisping and bubbling beneath her buskmed feet Elaby mustered his creativity into an invisible shield, praying that she wasn't emitting anything hard, and in his momentary disengagement from Owen and Cloud he became aware of the presence of the other Watching He could not give warning, could not interrupt Owen's facile reassurances with their hypnotic, coercive undertones.

A Goddess. Felice You will surely become Goddess when you're healed.

"Well, what would you have to do? Show me exactly."

We have special equipment with us, Felice Quite different from any of the redactive devices you may have seen when you lived in the Milieu We can forge a menial link between you and us very easily, while you remain in complete control of your faculties at all times Your healing would take only a moment' And then all of the wrongness will vanish, leaving only glory Shall we show you the equipment? Demonstrate n on one of us?

The girl frowned "Equipment? I thought, you could heal me working nund to mind "

That would take much longer And perhaps not work nearly so well You have a very strong mind, Felice.

"I know " Her smile was chilling.

(Elaby Cloud When you get the docilization equipment, be sure the power transmittal is in full phase Watch for the marked headset )

Owen Blanchard indicated fallen Jillian to Felice Aloud, he said, "This unconscious woman is our skipper, the one who built the boat May we take her below and then bring the equipment up to show you?"

"I'll carry your skipper," Felice offered, the Goddess condescending "I'd like to go inside the boat."

"Your aura," Owen cautioned

"Oh That " Felice seemed to notice for the first time the damage inflicted by her radiation She gave a mischievous little laugh as the glow about her faded Then she stooped, passed a hand over the scorched surface and restored it Lifting Julian easily in one arm, she followed the others down the companlonway into the salon

"You can lay Jill on the settee,' Owen said Cloud and Elaby slipped away aft

Felice was gentle She touched the head wound with one finger "I'm sony about her It was a mistake I only wanted to scare you " She looked about the salon with interest "This is very nice What a clever way to mount the lamps and table and stove "

"On gimbals," Owen said "Then they always stay level, even when the boat doesn't "

"And you sailed all the way from North America," Felice mused "I've often thought about Hying there, but I don'l think I could stay aloft thdt long without falling asleep Flying takes great concentration, especially if there are winds Do you devils fly^'

"None of us here can A few back in Florida do it Not far"

Felice wandered forward, peering into the head and the fo'c'sle She opened a hanging locker, then grimaced over her shoulder at Owen The storage space was packed solidly with cased laser weapons and their recharging units "You won t need these if the Goddess protects you "

"Of course not," said Owen heartily

"That's all right, then " She flicked offhandedly at the cases There was a silent flash and the locker held a smtered amor phous mass that steamed a little Owen swallowed with some difficulty

"We have the redaction equipment ready," Cloud said, back in the salon "Shall we cany it topside, or would you like to inspect it here?"

"I'd rather go upstairs," Felice said "If I feel like leaving, going through walls and things is so tedious."

"Please don't go " Elaby Gathen's sincere face, ruggedly boyish and sunburnt, showed worshipful entreaty

"I may stay awhile longer," Felice said She smiled at him

The docilization equipment was reasonably compact with its power unit left below Cloud carefully paid out the cable as they climbed topside, Felice coming last Elaby set the small console on the forward bench, activated the preliminary evaluation mode, and donned one of the three monitor-director headsets Another of those headsets, now tossed carelessly on the chart table, was externally distinguishable from its duplicates only by the unobtrusive scratch on one of the electrodes Felice was scrutinizing all of the equipment with X-ray intensity, but the microscopic fleck-circuitry could be deciphered only by an expert.

"The machine is ready to conduct a preliminary mind-assay," Elaby said He lifted a hood of fine golden mesh that glittered in the sun "The analysand wears this tamhelm, and the operators work through headsets like the one I'm wearing Would you like me to analyze you now^"

"Lei her be the guinea pig," Felice said, pointing to Cloud.

Marc Remillard's daughter drew the netted hood over her blonde hair She lay down on the starboard bench, her tanned limbs now showing bruises from the earlier roughhouse She was wearing blue shorts and a matching halter Her breathing was regular, relaxed, and her superficial mental aspect undaunted She closed her eyes.

Elaby tapped the activator, simultaneously overriding the deep-probe mode telepathically Another mental impulse readied the shunt of the docilator.

"Would you like lo listen in to Cloud's evaluation?" Elaby picked up the modified headset and held it out to Felice.

She hesitated, then took it, turning it over in her hands The three North American redactors were motionless, their minds opaque Felice lifted the headset,

Don't put it on Felice

Startled, the girl dropped the thing Elaby flung up his strongest defensive screen around Cloud, Owen, and himself and braced for Felice's retaliation.

The farspoken voice of the other reverberated in all their minds

that headset has been tampered with, Felice, ft will harm you. not heal.

The large brown eyes regarded the cowering devils with reproach. "You lied to me?"

They lied.

"You didn't come to help me?"

They came to use you. They are incompetent to help you.

"No one can help me." Tears spilied down the pale cheeks. "I'm loo filthy ever to be clean- Oh, devils I suppose it was all lies. Even about making me queen and bringing Cull."

The devils were mute.

"Now I'll have to keep on with the nightmares until I drown in the shit. Until the last scream."

No, child I will help you.

Felice looked bleakly into the azure sky, toward the northeast. "You, Elizabeth?"

I am a genuine Grand Master redactor, Felice. You know that for the truth. This other forfeited the Unity when he participated in the Metapsychic Rebellion, and even before that his specialization was coercion, not mental healing. He never intended to help you. He and the young ones came to make you their slave so that they could take over Europe.

"I shall kill them. Now!"

Stop.

"Why?"

You must not kill again. It would make your healing that much more difficult by enlarging the burden of guilt Come to me so that I may drain away the pain and the evil as I promised. You will attain peace I will help you find real love in place of your perversion.

"Love? But she wouldn't have me," said the girl forlornly. "Even though she said she loved me "