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CHAPTER 3

Kaid was off duty for a few hours. Returning to his room, he lay down on his bed hoping to catch up on some rest but he found his mind too active to allow him to sleep. Fragments of the God-Vision which had begun all this kept flitting through his thoughts. It had started when he'd heard the voice of Vartra telling him there was a pair in space, a Leska pair, who carried within them the key to the future.
Trying to recapture more of his vision, he let his mind roam back to that night. When the flashback came, it came suddenly and with as much force as the original vision.
He saw two figures— mere shadows within the temple— flames encompassing them as they tried to reach safety. Flying debris filled the air as the roof began to collapse. People were running everywhere, desperate to escape. The dancing flames picked out the two crouching figures, highlighting them briefly, then the images were gone, leaving him as shaken as when he'd experienced it the first time. Now, however, he knew without a doubt that the smaller figure had been the Human, Carrie.
What little the Brotherhood knew of the Cataclysm told them that it had been a time of fire— even the sky had been blazing according to their records: the records that were composed of the dreams and visions of former members from ancient times. Hardly a reliable source, but it was all they had. These records went on to say that after the firestorms, the earthquakes had come. Tidal waves from the coast had swept across the land, resculpturing it into new shapes. The thick, black clouds encircling their world had then released their burden of water onto the land below, destroying what little had remained of their civilization.
The dangers involved in the Fire Margins ritual were far greater than he'd thought possible if what he'd seen was true. Would Carrie and Kusac be subject to the dangers of the world he'd glimpsed? Could the Cataclysm destroy them as easily as it had destroyed so many Sholans over a thousand years ago? Was that why hardly anyone had survived the ritual?
What he'd read about it emphasized the fact that every-one who'd reached Vartra by walking the Fire Margins had died, their minds trapped somewhere in the far past while their bodies suffered the same fate at Stronghold or Vartra's Retreat.
It wasn't until now that he'd begun to realize what that part of the vision meant. Yes, he'd seen Kusac and Carrie traveling the Margins, but Vanna was right, he hadn't seen them return. He'd been the one advocating taking that path, the one telling them it was the only answer, and now he was doubting the wisdom of his own advice. Was Vartra calling them only to destroy them? He'd wondered that before the Challenge and somehow they'd managed to survive. Everything was leading them toward the God: if it was meant to be, then nothing he did would matter one way or the other. They would go, and Vartra would decide whether they returned.
He turned over, exhausted by the strength of the memories, hoping sleep would claim him, hoping it might bring another vision, this time a happier one.

* * *

It was mid-afternoon by the time Konis returned home. His mood was thoughtful. As they approached the perimeter of the estate, he was surprised out of his reverie when T'Chebbi was challenged over the comm for their identity. He waited while she reeled off an arcane code and they were given permission to enter.
"What was all that about?" he asked her.
"Ni'Zulhu, the new head of security," she replied. "We've been allocated passwords to use whenever we approach the estate."
"Isn't that a little excessive?"
T'Chebbi turned her head briefly in his direction. "We're taught at Stronghold that the only effective security is total security."
Konis grunted. Rhyasha was going to be none too pleased. He'd have to have a word with Kaid. This level of security could bankrupt the estate very quickly.

* * *

Rhyasha was in her office and her mental greeting was very welcome as he made his way there to join her.
"How's Carrie?" he asked, sitting down beside her. "I sensed Kusac's concern the moment I arrived."
Rhyasha handed him a mug of c'shar and settled back in her chair. "We could hardly get her to eat anything today," she admitted. "All she wants to do is sleep. If she's the same tomorrow, then I'll be concerned. Vanna says it's to be expected after all that she's been through. She's taken the precaution of contacting Dr. Reynolds on Keiss and is waiting for him to get back to her."
She stopped, unconsciously tapping her claw tips on the arm of her chair.
"For the moment it's Kusac I'm concerned about. The last few months have matured him mentally, but emotionally and physically, he's still a young male whose hormones are not yet stable. He's in control of his feelings, but only just."
"Is he suffering any of Carrie's tiredness?"
"None. The opposite in fact. He's unable to relax at all. The loss of their cub has hit him as hard as it hit her. Then there's the demands of their Link. Thank the Gods that Carrie is free of them for the moment, but he isn't."
"It looks as if this Link of theirs has stripped away most of his training," said Konis thoughtfully. "We're going to have to assume this will happen to all our people who have a Human Leska. A new system has to be devised, one that doesn't rely on the assumption that our males will remain in control of themselves and their talents."
"Kusac will be able to help you on that, once he's got over their loss. Meanwhile, he needs something less demanding to absorb his interest and tire him out. Bringing those kitlings home was inspired," Rhyasha said, leaning forward to touch her mate's hand. "Just what he needs. He can help them settle in, start teaching them. He'll be able to find out if their Link is anomalous in any other way. Kitra can help him."
"Interesting use of the word help," he said. "Kitra's not much older than those two. I have to admit I didn't bring them home for Kusac's benefit. I brought them home because Esken was doing exactly what you predicted he would do. He was treating them as impersonally as jeggets in a maze. Do you know the young male's mother hasn't been allowed to see him for nearly a week? And on their Link days, the medics were intruding on them, demanding that they complete barrages of tests! It can't be allowed, Rhyasha, that's why I brought them here. He hasn't even started training them yet!"
"I assume Esken didn't agree to your moving them," she said, her mouth opening in a faint smile. "Did you inform Ni'Zulhu that he could expect Esken or his people to arrive at any time to retrieve them?"
"Ni'Zulhu? Ah, our security controller," said Konis, with an embarrassed flick of his ears.
"That was another little addition to the family you didn't tell me about," she said gently.
Konis' ears flicked again. "There wasn't time, Rhyasha. It wasn't even a rational decision ..."
"Konis, it's all right. I have no objections. I would have preferred to have known before he arrived, that's all. Have you any more surprises for me?"
Konis shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked away from his wife's amber gaze. "I know that I should have consulted you as Clan Leader first, and for that I do apologize. I've also asked Kaid for bodyguards for all of us."
"Another intuitive decision?" she asked, raising an eye ridge.
This time Konis could hear a touch of ice in her voice. Never before had he gone over her head in matters concerning her Clan.
He looked up, meeting her gaze this time. "Yes," he said. "I asked T'Chebbi to accompany me this morning and frankly, I'm glad I did. Without her, I wouldn't have been able to see Jinoe and Rrai, and I'd have had to put up with Esken's insulting attitude regarding my appointment as head of the Mixed Leska Project."
His wife's face softened but retained a worried look.
"Are we actually in conflict with Esken now?"
"Oh, assuredly. He'll not forget that I've humiliated him in front of a Brother and Governor Nesul, or that I've taken the kitlings from him."
"That shouldn't be enough to put us at risk from him. What could he do to us? Surely he wouldn't approach the Brotherhood, would he? I can't remember when the last political assassination happened. It has to be over fifty years ago."
Konis leaned forward and put his hand over Rhyasha's. "Of course he wouldn't! Apart from anything else, all our security people here are Brothers. I'm probably being utterly paranoid, but ..."
"Better that than we're found wanting if we need it," she murmured. "How do we deal with Esken now?"
Konis sighed and sat back in his chair. "I'm working on it," he said. "For the moment, I'll get what I can in the way of files and other data from him. Hopefully Vanna managed to download the kitlings' files before Esken was alerted to their disappearance. I think we're going to have to stop any mixed Leska pairs living in the Guild for their own safety. All Esken needs to do is spirit them off to another guildhouse, then say they're in quarantine or some such thing. I'm afraid I have to say that I can no longer trust our Guild Master."
"Our Human bond-daughter has brought about a greater change in our culture than either of us anticipated," said Rhyasha.
"Maybe, and maybe all this has been sitting under the surface of our lives waiting for her arrival," he sighed. "I must inform Governor Nesul that I have the kitlings."

* * *

Though he wanted to join Carrie, Kusac knew he had to speak to his father first. He had to be told what was happening to the ruined cities and about the presence of Valtegan remains dating back to the time of the Cataclysm.
Discovering that Konis was busy talking to his mother, he went in search of Carrie but was waylaid by Kitra and the kitlings. When he finally managed to leave them, he headed straight downstairs to the lounge.
Carrie was asleep on the settee. Kaid was sitting in the garden just outside the open doorway, keeping an eye on her and the immediate grounds. He looked up, flicking an ear in greeting as Kusac entered.
Going over to her, Kusac tucked the blanket more securely around her before perching on the edge of the seat. Leaning forward, he touched her forehead with his fingertips. It felt cooler than usual, and she was still so pale! She didn't stir.
Getting up, he went to sit on the step with Kaid. "Did she eat much?" he asked.
Kaid took the stim-twig out of his mouth. "Only a few mouthfuls," he said.
"I'm worried about her, despite what Vanna and my mother say."
Kaid chewed on his twig for a minute or two before answering. "Are you picking up any symptoms from her? Is her state of health affecting you at all?"
"No, and that's part of what's worrying me," said Kusac, pulling at the grass. "It's as if she's barely there, Kaid."
"Is she blocking you out again?"
"No. She hasn't got the strength to do that now. Vanna's convinced she's reacting in a Sholan way— the way one of our females would if she'd suffered what Carrie's been through in the last few days."
"What do you think?"
"I think this is atypical for either Humans or Sholans. I believe she's just giving up."
"I remember you telling me your father said he was worried for her sanity, and that was before the Challenge," said Kaid. He poked at the end of his twig for a moment, then bit off a few rough bits of bark. "Taking a sentient's life for the first time affects us all differently, Kusac," he said, still looking down at the twig in his hands. "Remember the first time you killed— three Valtegans, wasn't it? Remember your reaction. As well as her injuries, and losing your cub, she's also trying to come to terms with the fact she took another person's life and maybe believing she's paid for her death with the death of her cub— a life for a life. I know what you're going to say," he looked up at him, ears swiveling forward, "she's killed Valtegans, but they weren't people to her. Sholans are."
Kaid's wrist unit began to emit an alarm tone. He raised his eye ridges at Kusac, then activated the receive function.
"Alpha 1 to Base. Come in Base."
"Base here," he said.
"Striker 3 has requested permission to land. We have a visual. I've directed them to the open ground beyond the front of the house."
"Alpha 1, who's aboard Striker 3?"
"Physician Jack Reynolds, Base, at your request."
Again Kaid looked quizzically at Kusac. "Confirm his identity, Alpha 1."
"Did you send for Jack?" asked Kusac.
His aide shook his head. "Not me. Who, then? If it is him."
"Alpha 1. Here is a visual of the Physician."
Kaid looked at the tiny comm screen. A small but perfect representation of the Human physician was there. "Liege, confirm this is Jack, please," he said, holding out his wrist.
Kusac looked. A sandy mane of hair topped Jack's unmistakable bearded face. "It's him."
"Alpha 1, identity confirmed. Allow access."
"Confirmed, Base. Alpha 1 out."
Kaid put away his stim-twig. "They'll have landed by the time we walk round," he said.
"I take it my mother isn't expecting him," Kusac said, as overhead the sound of powerful engines could be heard.
"None of us are."
"This on top of all the other major upheavals today! My mother's really going to love us!"
"The doctor doesn't have to stay here," said Kaid placidly. "He'll automatically be granted Medical Guild status. He could stay at that guild."
"That's not a sensible option. He'll be much safer here."
The door opened, making both of them half-rise as they looked into the interior of the room.
"I swear this house becomes more like Chagda Station every hour!" said Rhyasha, her tone cool in the extreme as she swept into the lounge followed by Konis. "Who is it this time?" she demanded.
"Dr. Jack Reynolds," said Kusac, getting to his feet as she came toward them.
"Physician Reynolds?" she said in disbelief. "Who sent for him?"
"I've no idea, Mother," said Kusac. "It wasn't either of us."
"Then who?" she asked.
The same idea hit them all at the same time, but it was Rhyasha who said it.
"Taizia! When I get my hands on that cub ...! Her actions will be seen to be condoned by me, the Clan Leader. Damn the child! She's compromised our clan! Doesn't she realize that inviting an alien from another world isn't the same as inviting a friend from another clan over for a hunt!"
"How can Jack's visit compromise us, Mother?" asked Kusac, baffled. "He's a personal friend, why shouldn't he visit, even if he is from another species?"
"She's right, Kusac," said his father. "I didn't stop to think of the repercussions on the clan of having the kitlings brought here."
Kusac turned to look at him.
"Not to put too fine a point on it, I kidnapped them, Kusac," he admitted with an embarrassed flick of his ears. "I'll have to contact Governor Nesul and hope he backs up my actions. If not, we could be in for trouble from Esken if he chooses to pursue the matter."
"How can he pursue it? The kitlings want to be here, their mother will agree to that. You haven't moved them here against their will."
"Esken had other plans for them," said Konis.
"What?"
"He was going to have them taken to the Laasoi Guildhouse so we couldn't study them. He didn't want me finding out that their Link is more like yours than the normal Sholan Leska links," said Konis.
"Dr. Reynolds arriving without official clearance makes it look even more like we think we're above the law. We could even be accused of allowing a Human physician to experiment on Sholan cubs. Just think how that could look on the newscasts!" his mother said.
She pinned each one of them with her icy glare, making sure they all felt her quite justifiable anger. "I have no personal objections to the kitlings being here or the Human Physician coming to treat Carrie, but I will not have the clan compromised again by anyone. Kaid, go and greet the physician on our behalf. Assure him he'll be staying here as our guest. Bring him to my kitchen, not here. I don't want Carrie disturbed yet, not that an earthquake would wake her at the moment!" She gave a snort of derision, making the silver beads plaited into her hair jingle. "Put him up at the Medics Guild indeed!"
She turned to Konis. "You had better go and talk to the Governor. Get Physician Reynold's visit cleared and do what you can concerning the kitlings and Esken. We might yet stave off any vote of censure from the other clans."
After a quick glance in the direction of the still sleeping Carrie, Rhyasha moved to the nearest chair and curled up in the depths of its bowl-shaped seat with a sigh. A moment's rest was what she needed.
Kusac realized her reaction was justified. He'd gotten so used to seeking outlandish solutions to their problems that he'd forgotten the strict protocol which defined the lives of those who lived on Shola, and had at one time been as natural to him as breathing.
He shifted from one foot to the other, unsure what to say, wanting to defend his sister. Her actions might have been unwise, but in light of Carrie's current condition, they were very fortuitous.
His mother sighed again. "Sit down, Kusac. You've enough to concern yourself with looking after Carrie. I'll see to Taizia. I know why she did it— she felt responsible for Carrie's injuries because she'd suggested the Challenge. I'll not be too unkind. Are we expecting any more visitors that I know nothing about?"
Kusac sat in the chair opposite. "None that I know of." He hesitated. "We're headed for trouble with Esken and the Telepath Guild, aren't we?"
"It looks like it." She closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of her chair.
I'm sorry, Mother,
he sent.
If it hadn't been for me having Carrie as a Leska, then none of this would have happened.
Kusac, let me say this one last time, then
never
mention it again! I have never been more proud of you than when we stood in your suite on the
Khalossa
and you told me that the Human female wearing your torc was your Leska and your future mate. In those moments, I knew that you'd listened to all I'd tried to teach you about life and honor and responsibility.
She opened her eyes and stretched out her hand to him.
A lesser male wouldn't have stood by his Leska and fought for her the way you did.
Kusac rose and went to her, taking her hand in his as he sat on his haunches beside her chair.
She's my bond-daughter, Kusac, your life-mate. She's carried my first grandchild.
When he flinched, she leaned forward and held his face in both her hands.
Yes, you lost your child, but she'll have more, Kusac. You're my son, of my blood; when she shared that blood with you, you became one. She's part of our clan now as surely as if she'd been born to it. I love her too, Kusac!
She gave him a gentle shake, then tugged at one of his ears.
I know how you feel at this time, but it still doesn't excuse you doubting how I feel about her. She is a jewel in our clan, someone rare and precious. If trouble with the Guild is what it costs for you to be together, then trouble is what we'll make!
With a last affectionate caress, she let him go and sat back again.
"If Esken is going to threaten to move any new Leska pairs, mixed or not, to another guildhouse, then I fear we must find them somewhere else to live."
"I've thought of that, Mother," said Kusac. "You know that my villa on the Valsgarth estate was being made ready for us to use? If we opened up the estate again properly, renovated the existing houses, built new ones, it would serve the purpose. Perhaps Father can still work with them at the Guild during the day, with access to all the medical and testing equipment there. We can make sure they'll be safe there by assigning each pair one of the Brothers to guard them. And when they return to the estate, our security will protect them."
"That's another point," she said. "Security. Who's paying for all this?" She waved her hand vaguely in the air. "All day Ni'Zulhu has had people tramping around the house, measuring, drilling, sawing and painting, setting up his various devices. And it's not just restricted to the house. The whole estate is having ground sensors planted round the perime-ter, and he's taken the old gatehouse as his 'command center.' Boxes and crates have been arriving all day. At this rate, we'll be bankrupt before the end of the week!"
"Kaid's arranged for the military to fund it," he said. "They can try out their new equipment here and protect us at the same time."
"He has been busy on our behalf," said Rhyasha dryly. "Does he consult with you first, or does he always use his own initiative and tell you later?"
Kusac hesitated. "Kaid's unique, Mother. He's always acted independently. It's his strength, and possibly his weakness. I do trust him implicitly, though."
"Hmpf! Well, try and break him of the habit. Your Physician will be here in a moment," she said as the low whine of the engines changed pitch. "Let's leave Carrie in peace for now."