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  Not a surprise. “I did rather wonder about that. It would be the logical step if you felt you couldn’t stay with us.”

  “Logical? Yes.” She lifted her head, and her expression was like iron. “And perhaps all too human. But I’m not giving up on my own people—even if I have somehow been changed. Not yet, anyway.” She tilted her head again. “So what is it that makes you think there’s a parallel between us? Because that’s the only rational reason I can think of for this line of conversation.”

  The question was like a splash of ice-water, making him blink. Yes, of course she’d see it. She’s as smart as I am, and I wasn’t being subtle. “You remember when Gona-Brashind and Nyanthus had us help in the sealing of Ariane’s…powers?”

  She smiled briefly. “Rather hard to forget. That’s the sort of event that even the natives of the Arena don’t see often, and we had never seen at all.”

  “Well…just at the end, when things almost went completely wrong…something happened to me. The energies converged all on me, rather than around the circle or through Ariane, for just a moment. Mandallon was afraid it had injured me.”

  “Yes, I vaguely remember that part. I was recovering myself; the…ritual, I suppose we must call it…was mentally and physically taxing for all of us.”

  “I can’t really remember much of it directly,” Simon went on, “but I did take a few—very disjointed—notes and in essence they say that I ‘saw everything,’ and a few other cryptic notations, like being noticed, and not everything being good or bad, but power beyond belief.”

  Laila nodded slowly. “Hm. So Shadeweaver and Faith powers converging at once on you, and you suddenly have an epiphany or something of that sort?”

  “Shadeweaver and Faith and whatever power Ariane held, as well,” Simon said. “I didn’t give much thought to it afterwards—I think, honestly, because it frightened me in a way I just wasn’t accustomed to, and once I stopped thinking about it, it faded away. I felt something…odd when we went through Transition, but again it wasn’t anything to think much about. But then…” He told her about the Archives and what had happened there. “Laila, I knew what I was looking for. It was as though that moment of frustration and anger and need made something click into place, and suddenly I just knew, as though I’d already had the entire index in my head. I could operate that floating device instantly, even though I’d never seen the inside of one before. I could read texts in a language no one in the Arena has known for ten thousand years, read them as though they’d been written in English all along.”

  He leapt to his feet again, pacing in agitation; thinking of the events brought the worry and, yes, fear back to the foreground. “And I could understand it all, Laila. Not just read the words, but the principles, the diagrams, they all were just absolutely clear, as though I’d already studied them. I could see exactly how these new principles could be applied, and I sat down and started sketching the sensing coils right there, with no machine backup, no second guessing, it was just all there, and I…I don’t exactly remember all of it, either.”

  He found he was shaking. Why? I know this is a frightening thing, but why do I feel so much terror?

  “Oh, good Lord, Simon. How…terrifying.” Her voice was as gentle as he had ever heard it.

  “You understand, then?” He tried to sound light, humorous, and knew he was failing. “Because I’m not entirely sure I do.”

  “Of course.” She smiled wryly. “Same problem I have—how do I know whether what my mind does is because I want it to, or because someone else made me want to? You can’t remember, yet you actually finished designing something in that time you can’t recall. That would be frightening for anyone. For you? For me? Utter horror. We make our livings with…we are…our minds, even more than most people, and to not even know what we ourselves were doing? Terrifying. The more so because of what you think it might mean.”

  “That I…am not entirely myself any more.”

  “Exactly.”

  Not for the first time, he desperately wished Mio could be there to help and advise him. She would know if I was truly me. But no AISage could make that journey, and he wondered if this uncertainty, this being alone in his own head, was one of the things the Arena specifically desired or required. “Yet I don’t feel any different in my self, if you know what I mean.”

  “All too well. Then again,” she said with the same wry smile, “how do I actually know what my self felt like before?”

  That was the key question, Simon admitted to himself. If you were facing something that could change natural law, could it not change you in a way that you could not detect? That you would believe was completely natural and consistent with the you that had existed before?

  He suddenly laughed. “Well, now, I do understand DuQuesne more. It’s rather an inverse of his problem, isn’t it?”

  Laila thought a moment, then laughed herself. “You’re right, of course. He remained himself, but the entire world he thought was real turned out to be false. And he probably can’t help but occasionally wonder if this world is real or just another layer of arranged fantasy.”

  Simon remembered the time, shortly after they arrived, when Steve Franceschetti had proposed exactly that. “Yes…I’m sure he does. When the subject came up he was terrified. The only time I’ve ever seen him look really frightened, actually, and the only reason for that is not just that the idea repels him, but that it could be true but, this time, so well done that even Marc C. DuQuesne of Hyperion can’t tell. So now here we are, sure that the world is the same, but not knowing if we are the people we think we are.”

  She looked at him levelly. “So what are you going to do about it?”

  The talk with Laila had clarified a lot of things—not the least of which being his priorities. “Well, I suppose the only thing I can do. Talk to Ariane about it and let her decide what she wants to do. It’s not up to me to make decisions on whether to risk having me part of the active crew, that’s Ariane’s decision, and I’ve been avoiding telling her because I’m afraid of what that decision will be.”

  Laila brushed absently at her bangs, the straight-shining brown hair shimmering slightly in the pale-gold light from the ceiling. “And I’ve been avoiding confronting the issue…which also isn’t the right way to go, now that I really let myself think about it. If I’m thinking of going to the Faith, I should at least talk it over with someone else, shouldn’t I?”

  “I would say so…assuming you don’t feel an inherent hostility towards us, that is.”

  “No,” she said quickly. “Not at all. A bit of pain over the fact that there’s some mistrust that isn’t my fault…but I can’t blame them, as I said.”

  Simon rose slowly. “Then…why don’t we do this together? Might be a little easier than doing it separately?”

  This smile was more genuine, with a tinge of gratitude. “I think that’s a good idea, Simon,” Laila said; her smile then sharpened, just a hair. “It almost sounds romantic, in a facing-execution-together sort of way. And here I thought your eyes were only for Ariane Austin.”

  He returned the smile and offered his arm. “I would never deny my interest in that direction, but I am not yet committed, and certainly not blind to beauty in any direction.”

  She took his arm and stood. “Then let’s go see what the firing squad has in store for us, shall we?”

  Chapter 23.

  “I shall not waste more of your time this day,” Selpa said, and rose from the cradlelike seat that his species used. “And I will assuredly tell you of our decision when it is reached, so that you need not wonder what has happened. If you have not heard from us, then we have not yet decided.”

  “I guess I can’t ask for more than that. Thank you, Selpa’a’At. May your course be ever your own.”

  “And yours as well. Until later, Captain Austin.”

  Oscar Naraj entered as Selpa left. “Any luck?” The ambassador’s face registered both concern and sympathy; she didn’t think it was
feigned, either. Naraj might believe she was the wrong choice for this job, might want to get rid of her in any way possible, but he had, as far as she could tell, no personal animosity towards her at all.

  “I’m afraid not,” she said. “He doesn’t want to drive a wedge between us, but given the potential value of a human being actually joining your faction, Maria-Susanna’s offer to join the Vengeance is just far too tempting for them to simply refuse outright. I can’t really hold it against him. At least he told me about it as soon as it happened, so I can start thinking about what the consequences might be if they do decide to let her join.” She looked around, feeling something was missing. “Oh. Where’s Michelle?”

  “Ah, yes. I have given Deputy Ambassador Ni Deng the responsibility of finding some useful common ground between ourselves and the Blessed.”

  “I thought you were…rather nervous about the Blessed, considering the fact that they’re controlled by their AIs.”

  “I am, quite,” he admitted. “But at the same time, I have to consider all factors and try, as much as is possible, to react from rational policy instead of personal prejudice. The Blessed To Serve are an immensely powerful faction, and despite some considerable humiliation and provocation on our part—not,” he hastily added, “deliberate on your part, I know—they have chosen to let go of the past and offer us a chance for peaceful interchange.”

  He sat down, and for a moment—just an instant—she saw Oscar Naraj looking tired, uncertain, and worried. “I’ve researched the Molothos rather extensively since getting here, Captain Austin,” he said slowly. “And…speaking entirely honestly…they terrify me. I had thought originally that there might be a way of negotiating with them. Then when that turned out…less well than I had hoped, I had thought there might be some political pressures or approaches which might be used.

  “But there appear to be none, at least none that we can easily avail ourselves of. They are one of the oldest active factions, which is why they remain so powerful; they gained many Spheres on their own early, and—as we discovered ourselves—also expand by colonizing the Upper Sphere of uninhabited solar systems. No one can truly say how many of them there are, or what sort of force they could bring to bear in battle, except that it would be staggeringly huge. They are able to compromise just barely enough to keep the majority factions from uniting against them.” He looked down. “You recall Dajzail mentioned another species, the Randaalar?”

  She nodded.

  “His statement was pure fact. The Randaalar refused to bow to the Molothos about thirty thousand years ago, and apparently the Molothos found their homeworld and destroyed it—not merely conquered, but obliterated the planet itself in some fashion, and hunted down every member of the species for the next several centuries. Against something like that…I truly am reluctant to shut out any possible allies, even if they are themselves frightening in another way.”

  “Ni Deng understands she can’t—”

  “Oh, we both understand that any final decisions are yours, Captain,” Oscar assured her. He stood again. “But I wanted her to have some particular area to focus on, and this will likely be something that will take considerable time and delicacy to arrange. Michelle is extremely patient when the situation calls for it, and her attention to detail is what recommended her to me several years ago.

  “In the meantime, I am seeking more allies in other areas. I have an appointment, in fact, with the Shadeweaver Gona-Brashind at their Faction House, so I had best be moving on.”

  “Just be careful, Ambassador,” she said warningly. “Gona-Brashind didn’t, as far as I can tell, mess around with us the way Amas-Garao did, but he’s sure got his own agenda and we don’t know what it is.”

  “Oh, I shall be careful,” Oscar said, and turned as he was leaving. “But do give me a bit of credit, Captain; I have spent years arranging things according to my own agenda, so I am not at all unfamiliar with the idea.”

  Wu Kung looked in after the ambassador was gone. “He’s a devious one.”

  “You mean that in a specific way?” The last thing she needed was internal intrigues. She knew Naraj probably had some plans, but…

  He wrinkled his nose as though he’d smelled something bad, and his little fangs projected momentarily; somehow, it made the little Hyperion look cute, a thought she had never expected to have. “Well…no. Maybe. He always smells like he has some idea underneath every idea, so I can’t tell if he’s planning anything. So you watch out, okay?”

  “Isn’t that your job?”

  He made as though to slap her head gently. “You like to take risks like me! And sometimes I am not there! So it may be my job, but it’s your job too!”

  He turned smoothly away, obviously having heard something; a second later she picked up the sound of a pair of people walking through the entryway to her office.

  “I beg your pardon, Ariane,” Simon said, with Laila Canning next to him. “But…could I speak with you in private, please?”

  Oh, thank God. He’s got to be coming to me to talk about whatever’s bothering him, and I was absolutely dreading having to try to pry it out of him. “Of course, Simon.”

  “And,” Laila said, “I will want the same opportunity afterwards. If you can spare the time.”

  They came together…why? Did he talk to Laila first? Why? “I can spare the time, Laila. It’s not as though you demand much of it in the first place. Wu, just wait outside. I’m safe enough with Simon.”

  “Okay.”

  The door shut, and Simon looked at her for a long moment before sitting down slowly, sweeping his sword around and out of the way in a now-practiced, elegant gesture. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed—”

  “I think most of us have. Something’s been bothering you for a while, and none of us know what it is.”

  “Hm.” A weak smile. “Concealing secrets has never been my strong point, I must confess. But this one…was personally frightening. And I think you will understand my reluctance.”

  Simon launched into his explanation. She was first struck with a feeling of self-reproach—why didn’t I recognize something had happened that time?—even as she realized she’d been in no position to really pay much attention to anything during the ritual that had sealed away the strange Arena-born powers she’d gained in that last desperate gamble against Amas-Garao.

  Then he described what had happened in the Archives, and she felt the same cold chill she often got when dealing with the mysteries of the Arena. “Creepy, once again.”

  “Oh, very much so,” Simon agreed, no longer smiling.

  “But why keep it a secret, Simon? It’s scary, yes, but—”

  “You really don’t understand?” He shook his head. “Oh, of course. Because it happened to me well afterwards, when we knew each other well, and—”

  Then it suddenly burst in on her what he meant, what he’d been afraid of, and why he would have had to talk first to Laila before anyone else. “Oh, God. Simon, I’m sorry, that was very dense of me.”

  Even as she said it, she felt—almost involuntarily—the calm, cold discipline she’d cultivated as “Captain Austin” coming forward. “You’re right, it is a concern. But—if I’m completely honest—it’s one that you should all have about me, too.”

  Simon blinked, and then laughed, a chagrined expression on his face. “Oh, great kami, of course, of course. And I suppose DuQuesne…?”

  “…confronted me with that question immediately afterwards. And I told him what happened and basically threw myself on his mercy.” Another thought struck her. “And you know, what you described…that was exactly what I saw, what I felt, when the change happened, and it sounds like what happened to Mandallon.”

  “Yes, I see. But at the same time, that can’t be what happened to me. I haven’t shown the slightest trace of abilities such as Mandallon or yourself, and—if we’re right about when this happened—I have been living with this for months. You needed to be contained within a day of gaining t
he power, and I was given the strong impression that Initiate Guides are both carefully trained before the day, and are assisted afterwards for some time by other trained Guides. Based on what we know, if I had gained that power, I should have become a walking disaster within days or weeks at most.”

  She nodded. Makes sense. “Then the only thing I can think of is that you somehow…retained a connection to what you saw. Not of power, but of information. And sometimes you can open that connection.”

  Simon’s green eyes widened slightly. “That does make a great deal of sense, yes! Alas,” he continued, “it doesn’t actually answer my current questions, though.”

  “Simon, the fact is we’re not going to get clear-cut answers to that kind of thing, at least not any time soon. All we can do us use our best judgment. And in mine you are still the Doctor Simon Sandrisson who brought all of us here in the first place. If you want a second opinion, ask DuQuesne. He’s the expert in seeing through phonies. He saw through Hyperion’s near-perfect illusions and survived breaking them. He’ll tell you if he thinks there’s anything wrong with you.” She smiled. “Simon, we wouldn’t have come here without you. We wouldn’t have gotten home without you. We might be able to do the rest without you, but I’m damn glad we don’t have to. I think you’re you, and that’s the end of the subject as far as I’m concerned.”

  She could see the tension evaporate. “Then…thank you, Ariane. Arigatou gozaimasu, thank you very much. I’m sorry for not having come to you sooner—”

  “Don’t apologize, Simon. With our worry about Laila and the way I behaved, you had every reason to wonder about my reaction. And that said, I’d better let Laila in and talk this out with her, too.”

  “Of course.”

  A few moments later, Laila Canning entered and closed the door.