Tetrarch Part 44

'May I make a toast?' he said.

'Tost?' Minis looked puzzled.

Nish explained the word and they all smiled. 'We would be pleased,' said Tyara, giving him a dazzling smile.

'To good food, fine wine, and friends.h.i.+p between all the human kinds,' said Nish. He raised his gla.s.s, watching them carefully.

'To friends.h.i.+p between worlds,' said Minis, and the others echoed him.

They seemed genuine. Nish drained his gla.s.s; Tyara refilled it, and the others.

'What happened to Aachan is a tragedy,' said Nish. 'The death of a world.'

Minis frowned. 'We hope ... it will not come to that that. Already we dream of going home, though it is not something I can foresee.'

They spoke of various matters, after which Minis set down his gla.s.s. 'Would you care to take a walk in the forest, my friend?'

Was this a way to separate him from Yara? Well, whatever their intention, there was nothing he could do to change it. His heart beating rapidly, Nish said, 'I'd be happy to join you. And then we really must be on our way.'

They rose and Minis linked his arm through Nish's. Nish felt uncomfortable, for men did not do that where he came from; but after all, different worlds, different customs.

'Our meeting was not an accident,' Minis said as they strolled among the trees.

'I did not think so,' Nish said stiffly.

'As soon as our scouts reported that you had left the army camp I decided to find you.'

'Your scouts' eyes must be keen,' said Nish. 'We saw no sign of you.'

'They are are keen. I imagine you know what I have come about.' keen. I imagine you know what I have come about.'

'I do not a.s.sume,' said Nish, 'and would prefer not to guess.'

'Tiaan Liise-Mar,' Minis said, and sighed. 'I treated her monstrously and can never forgive myself.'

Nish made no reply and shortly Minis said, 'Shall we sit by this tree?' It was a giant with a ma.s.sive trunk of smooth white bark. They rested their backs against it. 'You saw her at Tirthrax, I believe?'

'Yes,' said Nish. 'I had followed her a long way.'

'Do you know her then?'

'Of course.' Nish was surprised that the Aachim did not know that, but then why should he? 'I worked at the same manufactory as her, for three years.'

'What a fortunate man you are,' cried Minis, taking Nish's hands in his and shaking them vigorously. 'She is the most beautiful woman in the world.'

The breath rushed out of Nish as he finally understood. Minis was no danger at all he seemed to be rather a prat, or perhaps he was just very young, and obviously in love. 'She has a certain charm.'

'Were you friends?' Minis squeezed his hands.

Nish detached them with the minimum of offence. 'We were not, though there was a time when I was fond of her. We are too different, Minis.'

'Tell me about her. Tell the whole story. I must know everything.'

Nish gave him the tale from the beginning, in brief, though glossing over the more shabby aspects of it. Fortunately Minis had ears for nothing but the beauty and the cleverness of his beloved. He seemed not to appreciate Nish's bad behaviour, which was just as well.

'I would give anything just to see her again,' he said when Nish had finished.

'She feels terribly wronged,' said Nish bluntly. 'She feels that you betrayed her and that your people used her, coldly and calculatingly.'

'Tiaan has has been wronged and I am to blame. I will never forgive myself for not standing up to my foster-father. But we had just lost our world, and all our people who could not get to the gate. Can you imagine that, Nish? Imagine knowing that, even if you escaped, nine-tenths of humanity were doomed.' He broke off. been wronged and I am to blame. I will never forgive myself for not standing up to my foster-father. But we had just lost our world, and all our people who could not get to the gate. Can you imagine that, Nish? Imagine knowing that, even if you escaped, nine-tenths of humanity were doomed.' He broke off.

I cannot, Nish thought, and that should be a lesson to me, not to judge. Yet he did judge Minis and Vithis. It was impossible not to. He He would not be so weak. And then, because, for all his faults, Nish knew his own character rather well, he added: at least not weak in would not be so weak. And then, because, for all his faults, Nish knew his own character rather well, he added: at least not weak in that that way. way.

Minis went on. 'Foster-father had seen (as I did) his clan wiped out in the void every child lost, every woman, every man, to the most horrible of deaths. That was a terrible time for me. How much worse must it have been for him, who had devoted all his life to our clan! How could I turn against foster-father at such a time? I am his heir and the sole hope of his clan. I just could not do it. But even so, poor Tiaan was treated poorly, and in the hour of her own tragedy.'

'It is understandable,' said Nish, but he thought the less of Minis for it.

'I should have found a way.' Minis put an arm across his shoulders as if they were old friends. Perhaps, in some strange reality, the link between Nish and Tiaan made him a friend. 'I think about her every hour. Every minute! My life is nothing without her. What am I going to do, Nish?'

'I don't know,' said Nish, moving uncomfortably. 'I have little experience in matters of the heart.'

'Can you think where she might have gone with the flying construct?'

Was this what he had been leading up to all along? Had the father sent Minis to do what he was unable to do himself? Nish felt that Minis was was genuine, and might have been used, as Tiaan had been. Fortunately he could answer the question honestly. genuine, and might have been used, as Tiaan had been. Fortunately he could answer the question honestly.

'I have no idea. I have not seen her since Tirthrax, months ago.'

He told that tale too, and at the end Minis sighed. 'Ah, what a life you have lived, Nish.'

'It's better in the telling than the living,' said Nish. 'I've nearly died a dozen times. And despaired a thousand!'

'I've not lived at all,' said Minis. 'Foster-father has wrapped my life in cotton silk. It was bad before, when First Clan was the greatest. Now all his hopes rest on me and he will not let me do anything anything, for fear I will injure myself. When he discovers me gone, he will come after me with a hundred constructs. I'm suffocating, Nis.h.!.+ The only happy times in my life have been those few hours when I spoke to Tiaan through the crystal, mind to mind. I am lost without her.'

What was there to say to this stranger from another world? In the background Nish could see Yara pacing. She probably thought he was doing some deal with the Aachim to betray them. He should make his excuses and go, but ... Minis was the heir and the key to Vithis. He would make a powerful friend. 'What will you do now?'

'What foster-father requires of me,' said Minis. 'Of course.'

'Must you obey him? Can you not make your own life?'

'I wish I could, but I know he is right he always is. I cannot stand up to him.'

'He is an angry, bitter man.'

'And was, even before the gate went wrong. He cannot bear to think that we were held in thrall by the Charon for so long.'

'Ah, yes,' said Nish. 'The Hundred.'

'And though they were but a hundred, we never never rebelled against them. Some say that we wanted to submit to a stronger race. I do believe Vithis would rewrite our Histories to erase that shame.' rebelled against them. Some say that we wanted to submit to a stronger race. I do believe Vithis would rewrite our Histories to erase that shame.'

Suddenly Minis did not seem such a prat at all, for all that he was in thrall to Vithis. 'Surely false Histories must be a greater shame?'

'I think so, but foster-father ...' think so, but foster-father ...'

Nish changed the subject. 'Does he mean war against us?' He broke off. 'I'm sorry, Minis. I should not have asked you that, but you are are a seer.' a seer.'

'Why not? You want to do the best for your own kind. I'm not the most reliable of foretellers, and the near future is particularly cloudy. However, I will answer your question, not as a seer but as a man and, I hope, some day a friend.

'Foster-father feels himself to be the greatest failure of all his line, and that line stretches back ten thousand years. He must make up for it you cannot even imagine how desperately he is driven. There is only one way he can do that. To give the Aachim a new home in replacement of beloved Aachan.'

'Our world,' said Nish. 'He means to take it.'

'If you resist him. Though I am sure, in his heart, he would prefer to negotiate for a part of it.'

'I saw no willingness to negotiate. Only arrogance, and an ultimatum.'

'He is ... not the most flexible of men, I'm sorry to say. I am am sorry, for he has been a father to me, and a mother.' sorry, for he has been a father to me, and a mother.'

'Will he ally with the lyrinx against us, do you think?'

'That would be against his inclination, but Vithis was ever a creature of strange pa.s.sions.'

'I wonder that he has not attacked humanity already.'

'Ah,' began Minis, but did not go on.

'What is it?'

'The clans are jealous of each other, as you saw the other day. They strive constantly for the advantage. That makes it difficult for us to achieve a common goal, unless a mighty leader can command all the clans by sheer force of will.'

'And Vithis is not such a leader.'

'He could be, should our situation become desperate.'

'What can we do to ensure that he does not ally with the lyrinx?'

'I don't know. There is only one thing ...'

'Yes?' cried Nish.

'He wants Tiaan and the flying construct.'

'What is this flying construct I keep hearing about?'

Minis told how Tiaan had appeared out of nowhere, in a construct that did not simply float but flew flew. 'She must have made it in Tirthrax from three that were wrecked there. She solved in a few weeks the puzzle that has eluded our finest thinkers for two hundred years the secret of flight. She flew it right at us, Nish, in the middle of six thousand constructs. A hundred thousand armed Aachim opposed her but she did not care. I could see her staring eyes. She burned for revenge. There is no woman like her in all the Three Worlds.'

No, there is not, Nish realised. Tiaan was unique; a genius. 'That does not seem like the Tiaan I knew. She was never foolhardy.'

Minis looked mortified. 'Once again I am shamed. My people attacked her first, without warning or provocation.'

'Are the Aachim so afraid that a hundred thousand fear one?'

'Perhaps we are. We have everything to lose now.'

The scrutators would want to know this news, Nish thought. If only there were a way of getting to them. 'Does Vithis want Tiaan, or just the flier?'

'He wants it so desperately that all our plans have been put on hold until it is found. Flight would give us the world. Ah, if I could just offer that to foster-father ...'

'And you want something in return?'

'His respect. He demands that I obey him in all things, but when I do he curses me for being a spineless creature who lacks the courage to make my own life. Nothing I do is good enough. It's eating me alive.'

'My father can be like that too. The war has made people hard.'

'But you are so strong.'

'I'm free of him now.'

'How did you break free, Nish?' Minis asked eagerly. 'What should I do?'

That's what your problem is, thought Nish. 'You have to do it yourself, Minis. No one can tell you how.'

'Vithis is sure that Tiaan's construct was damaged in the attack,' Minis mused, 'and could not have gone very far. He would give anything to find it.'

'What do you mean anything anything?'

'Whoever were to find it, and deliver it to him, could name their price.'

Nish sat up. 'What if I I found it? What if I demanded an alliance against the lyrinx?' found it? What if I demanded an alliance against the lyrinx?'

'He would agree,' Minis said without hesitation.

'That would win the war,' Nish ruminated. 'What would I not give for that.'

'Then find the construct!'

'And Tiaan, for you,' said Nish.

'Aye. Foster-father would surely agree to Tiaan then.'

Nish did not reply. He felt sorry for Minis. How could he so delude himself? From what he'd heard, Vithis would never allow him to pair with an old human.

Minis continued, 'Though I am not fool enough to believe that my my problems can be solved so easily. My betrayal was too great to ever expect her forgiveness.' His dark eyes met Nish's. 'Yet I still hope for it.' problems can be solved so easily. My betrayal was too great to ever expect her forgiveness.' His dark eyes met Nish's. 'Yet I still hope for it.'

'I hope you get your heart's desire.' Nish rose, casting anxious glances back at the camp. 'Shall we go? My people must be wondering what has become of me.'

Once again he was being offered the chance of a lifetime, for after Yara and the children were delivered safely he had no given duties. Could he find Tiaan and her construct, where the Aachim had failed? And if he could, should he give it to Vithis? Would it be worth it to win the war? Or would it be better to deliver the construct to his own people?

The risk was that humanity might not be able to duplicate it, whereas the Aachim surely could. And if humanity had it, the Aachim might go to war just to get it, which would make matters far worse.