War in Heaven (23 page)

Danlo then went on to recount his journey to the Solid State Entity and then to the spaces out near Gilada Luz where he had discovered the wreckage of the god that had been Ede. Ede, he said, had fought a terrible war with the Silicon God. In the last moments of their last battle, Ede had encoded the program of his selfness into a radio signal that had been received by this very devotionary computer. Now the program ran the circuitry of this little jewelled box instead of a vast machine the size of many star systems.

"Liar!" Bertram Jaspari suddenly called out. His usually blue face had reddened to a livid purple. Whatever Malaclypse thought of Danlo's story, the effects of this news on Bertram were immediate and profound. "
Naman
, liar — all
namans
are liars because they don't accept the truth of Ede's divinity. But I must tell you, Pilot, that Ede
is
God. The only God, the Infinite, the Inevitable, the Eternal. Whatever
god
you found dead in the galaxy's wastelands must have been a
hakra
slain by Ede for his hubris."

He believes his Church's myths literally
, Danlo suddenly realized. Until this moment, he had supposed that Bertram had only played at devoutness, mostly for the purpose of gaining power.
This is his true danger, that he truly believes.

"And if your father ever does return," Bertram said, "it won't be necessary for the warrior-poets to slay him. Ede, Himself, will slay him."

He stared straight at Danlo, then, and quoted from one of the books of the
Algorithm
:
"And so Ede faced the universe, and he was vastened, and he saw that the face of God was his own. Then the would-be gods, who are the
hakra
devils of the darkest depths of space, from the farthest reaches of time, saw what Ede had done, and they were jealous. And so they turned their eyes god ward in jealousy and lust for the infinite lights, but in their countenances God read hubris, and he struck them blind. For here is the oldest of teachings, here is wisdom: No god is there but God; God is one, and there can be only one God."

As Bertram Jaspari finished speaking with a flourish of pomposity and false reverence, Danlo looked down at the Ede hologram floating above the devotionary computer. Ede's large sensuous lips were set with determination, and his black eyes shone brightly. He flashed Danlo the cetics' finger signs that Danlo had taught him. Many of the lords in the room, of course, knew how to read such signs, but they sat too far away and their eyes were too old to descry what passed between Danlo and Ede. Hanuman, though, sat close and his vision was nearly as keen as Danlo's. So it must have mystified him to read Ede's secret communication: "I suppose this isn't the best moment to tell Bertram Jaspari that Ede, the Infinite, the Inevitable, the Eternal, asks for the return of his human body."

Danlo smiled as he stared at this representation of Nikolos Daru Ede. Ede's coffee-coloured skin fairly glowed with hope and humour; once again Danlo wondered if a bit of a program running a box-like computer could possibly be conscious in the same way as a man.

Finally, for the first time that day in the College of the Lords, Hanuman li Tosh spoke to the lords. He had a silver tongue and a beautiful, golden voice; his voice was his sword, and through his cetic's art he had polished and honed it until it cut to the heart of people's dreams and deepest fears.

"Of course Mallory Ringess will return to Neverness," he said. He closed his eyes suddenly, and the clearface covering his head glowed and glittered for all to see. When he turned to stare at Bertram Jaspari a moment later, he seem to blaze with renewed energy. "Of course Mallory Ringess won't let a warrior-poet slay him. He, the greatest pilot in the history of the Order, will return to lead our ships to victory. Or he will return after Salmalin has destroyed the Fellowship's fleet. But return he will, as he promised before he left Neverness to become a god."

He turned to address Lord Pall with his hypnotic voice while his face flickered with eye shadings and little movements that only Lord Pall would understand. There were two cetic sign languages, as Danlo knew. There was the secret language of the hands and fingers, and then there was the truly secret system in which a tightening of the jaw muscles combined with a slight pause in breathing, for example, might convey light-streams of information. But only from one cetic to another. And only some cetics, those of the higher grades, ever learned this second sign system, and so it was something of a mystery how Hanuman li Tosh had acquired this knowledge. But Danlo saw that he truly had — just as he saw Hanuman's subtle and sinister power over Lord Pall.

"My Lord Cetic," he said to his former teacher and master, "something should be done with the warrior-poet."

"What do you mean?" Lord Pall asked, although he knew precisely what Hanuman meant.

"We shouldn't live in fear that he'll try to assassinate Mallory Ringess when he returns."

"No," Lord Pall agreed.

"We shouldn't live in fear of him, now, as he sits before us free to move as a tiger."

Malaclypse sat lightly in his chair and stared at Hanuman and the muscles beneath his rainbow robe fairly trembled with tension as if he might at any moment spring into motion.

"But he
is
restrained," Burgos Harsha observed, bowing to the horologe behind Malaclypse. The horologe, whose red robe showed dark sweat-stains beneath his arms, still pointed his laser at the back of Malaclypse's neck.

"It's impossible to restrain a warrior-poet thus," Hanuman said. "Having no fear of death, the warrior-poet could slay as he wishes. You should know, he could stick a poison needle in one of our ambassadors' necks before the horologe even realized that he had moved."

Danlo, who remembered how blindingly quick a warrior-poet could move, simply sat next to Malaclypse looking at him deeply. Demothi Bede looked at him, too; but his were the eyes of a hunted animal and he nervously fingered the collar of his robe as if he suddenly found it too tight.

"And how would
you
restrain him, then?" Burgos Harsha asked Hanuman. "Since you think our Order's precautions insufficient?"

Hanuman smiled then, and turned to Lord Pall. He said, "With my lord's permission, I've arranged other precautions."

Lord Pall, caught in the freeze of Hanuman's ice-blue eyes, fluttered his fingers for a moment and said, "We can't be too cautious with the warrior-poets. What arrangements have you made, Lord Hanuman?"

This was the first time that Danlo had heard Hanuman addressed as 'lord', and he saw that Hanuman accepted this title as a warlord might tribute from a defeated enemy.

"
These
arrangements," Hanuman said in his golden voice that filled the Lords' College like sunlight. He nodded to another horologe who stood outside the door to one of the room's antechambers. The horologe opened the door, carved with the figures of some of the Order's most famous lords. And then a cadre of Ringists — six strong-looking men wearing the golden robes identical to Hanuman's — strode across the black floor and surrounded the chair where Malaclypse sat waiting for them.

"This is uncalled for!" Burgos Harsha protested. "These men aren't of the Order, and they have no place here!"

"No, it's just the opposite," Hanuman said. "I have called them here — they're my personal guard. My godlings. And their place is by my side."

So saying, he nodded at the first of the Ringists, a hard and cruel-looking man who had once been a warrior-poet before he had deserted his Order to turn ronin. His own eyes, perhaps destroyed in some private war or torture among his violent kind, had been replaced with jewelled eyes: cold, glittering, mechanical orbs that were horrible to look upon. And yet Malaclypse Redring, who sat so close to where this fearsome man stood, looked at him as easily and penetratingly as if he could see through these twin computers straight into the man's soul. In truth, it was the ronin warrior-poet who had difficulty looking at Malaclypse. With great wariness, he removed a spinneret from a pocket of his robe. He thumbed the trigger, causing a fine jet of liquid proteins to squirt out of the nozzle. Upon contact with the room's cool air, the proteins immediately hardened into an incredibly tough filament known as acid wire. It took the ronin warrior-poet only a few moments to make many circles with the spinneret about Malaclypse, binding his arms and legs to the chair. Now, if Malaclypse made the slightest motion, the glittering wire would cut into him and touch his nerves like acid.

"This is really too much!" Burgos Harsha protested again. He, like every other lord in the room, must have wondered (and feared) how Hanuman had managed to convert a former warrior-poet to the Way of Ringess.

And Hanuman replied, "No, Lord Historian, again, it's just the opposite. It's really not enough."

Hanuman nodded at the ronin, whose name was Jaroslav Bulba. Jaroslav — and one of the other golden-robed godlings — immediately began to search Malaclypse for weapons.

"But surely Malaclypse Redring has already been well searched!"

"No, Lord Historian," Hanuman said. "He's a warrior-poet, and so surely he hasn't been searched well enough."

While the second godling, who was also a ronin warrior-poet, ran a scanner over Malaclypse's arms, torso and legs, Jaroslav Bulba dared to pick through his thick, shiny hair. Hanuman had chosen Jaroslav as leader of his personal guard for his loyalty and courage (and cruelty), and Jaroslav could scarcely wait to inflict his rage at his former Order upon a warrior-poet who wore two red rings. Because he secretly feared this man who might well be able to kill him as easily as he might a furfly, he sought to face his fear in the crudest of ways. Courageously — but stupidly and for no good reason — he clamped his fingers in Malaclypse's hair and jerked his head to the right and left. It must have emboldened him to manhandle Malaclypse so, for his jewelled eyes glowed red like plasma lights. And then, as he examined the black and white curls above Malaclypse's temples, suddenly, without warning, Malaclypse opened his mouth — like a serpent about to strike with venomed fangs, or so Jaroslav must have perceived. For he immediately jumped back and knocked into the other godling, nearly causing him to drop his scanner. But Malaclypse had neither drug darts to spit at Jaroslav nor venom, but only words. "I'll remember you," he said. "When your Moment of the Possible comes, I'll remember who you really are."

After that, Jaroslav completed his search with the greatest circumspection if not gentleness. As did the other ronin warrior-poet. In little time, they had amassed a truly astonishing cache of weapons: red-tipped needles sewn into the fabric of Malaclypse's robe; acid wire sewn
as
the fabric of his robe; plastic explosive moulded into the lining of his boots; two poison teeth; a heat-tlolt; two finger knives; three flesh pockets containing biologicals, most likely programmed bacteria or some sort of murderous virus; and perhaps most astonishing of all, the warrior-poet's killing knife: a long blade of diamond-steel set into a black nall haft. Surely, Danlo thought, even the most cursory of searches would have uncovered this most revered of all a warrior-poet's weapons. How Malaclypse had smuggled it into the College of Lords remained a mystery.

"It's done, Lord Hanuman," Jaroslav said. He held the double-edged killing knife in his sweaty hand and pointed it at Malaclypse. "This warrior-poet is no danger now."

Now completely unarmed though he was, Malaclypse's eyes cut into Jaroslav like violet knives. "It's said that whoever touches a warrior-poet's knife, that knife shall touch him."

"I'll remember that," Jaroslav said, as he slipped the long knife through the black belt he wore around his robe. "I'll keep your knife, should it ever be necessary for me to touch
you.
"

Hanuman looked at Lord Pall, and he raised one eyebrow, slightly. And Lord Pall said, "It's time that we heard from the ambassadors of the Fellowship. Lord Bede, Danlo wi Soli Ringess — if you please."

"Lords of the Order," Demothi Bede began. As eldest, both he and Danlo thought it seemly that he should speak first. "My lords, Lord Hanuman li Tosh, we've been charged with a mission to end this war before the worst of it begins. We've been charged with the power to negotiate a peace acceptable to both the Fellowship and the Order. Danlo wi Soli Ringess and I are to remain on Neverness as long as is needed to conclude these negotiations."

He went on to make a fine little speech as to the great traditions of the Order in bringing the light of reason and the ineffable flame of truth to the Civilized Worlds. It was his hope, he said — and the hope of everyone — that reason and truth would eventually prevail.

When he had finished speaking, Hanuman glanced in Lord Pall's direction and tapped his thumbs together as he rolled his left shoulder forwards slightly. And Lord Pall said, "We, too, hope that truth will prevail. In the service of truth, then, we invite you to state your demands."

"My Lord Pall, I should hardly like to begin negotiations by characterizing the Fellowship's concerns as — "

"State your demands," Lord Pall fairly snapped. Because he chafed at Hanuman's intimidation and control of him, he now sought to intimidate and control others. "We've little time for the niceties of diplomacy. With every word we waste, your fleet falls nearer to Neverness."

And so, without further ado, Demothi Bede was forced to tell the College of Lords the Fellowship's purpose in waging war. He accused the Order of violating the Law of the Civilized Worlds in using assembler technology to mine the moons of Neverness and construct Hanuman's Universal Computer. The Fellowship's foremost 'demand', he said, must be that the Order cease the mining of these moons and disassemble the Universal Computer before the wrath of some jealous god fell upon the Civilized Worlds and destroyed them.

"Of course, the Order will be free to pursue the religion of Ringism — any person on any of the Civilized Worlds will be," Demothi said. "But the Law of the Civilized Worlds must be inviolate. We're here, in part, to negotiate a set of agreements that will ensure that Ringism doesn't lead any person or world into the black whirlpools of chaos outside the Law."