Night Of The Wolves Part 10

"Of course I would!" Lenaris said. "It's like you said, Taryl-he's your brother. And my friend. We can do this."

Winn interrupted. "Your birthright is to till the soil, not not to leave this world in a s.h.i.+p! Just look at what has happened as a result of farmers trying to be something they are not-your brother has been captured, and according to the monk who attended to him, the conditions in that camp will not sustain him much longer." to leave this world in a s.h.i.+p! Just look at what has happened as a result of farmers trying to be something they are not-your brother has been captured, and according to the monk who attended to him, the conditions in that camp will not sustain him much longer."

"My birthright is that of a pilot," Lenaris told Winn. "And if you say Lac doesn't have much more time, then we had better get moving quickly."

Seefa broke in. "No," he said. "Lac can't know for sure whether the Carda.s.sians took his raider, and I believe they would have done so. I suggest we all leave immediately, without our s.h.i.+ps. We should go back to the peninsula."

"Seefa," Taryl said. "Lac obviously sent us this message with the hope that we would come looking for him."

Seefa looked unmoved, shaking his head.

"Please," Taryl pleaded. "He would do the same for you."

"Lac would be the first to point out that it would be foolish to risk several lives to save one. I know how upset you must be, but, Taryl..." He reached for her, but she stepped away, her eyes flas.h.i.+ng.

"How can you say that?" she snapped. "If there's any chance that we can save him, we should take it. Holem is going to find Tiven Cohr-and I'm going with him."

"By the Prophets," Winn said angrily. "The misguided words of a renounced vedek have penetrated the consciousness of this world so thoroughly that farmers leave their fields unplanted, choosing to fly off on suicide missions instead of providing food for their world. You were never meant to take to the skies, Taryl, and neither was your brother. Perhaps this result is the Prophets' way of telling us that Lac should have kept his feet planted on the ground-as should you."

"Ranjen," Taryl said, her tone softer, "we have long disagreed on this matter. We mean no disrespect to you, but we must do this. I I must do this. My mind is made up." She turned to Lenaris. "How soon can we get there?" must do this. My mind is made up." She turned to Lenaris. "How soon can we get there?"

Seefa tried to interrupt again, speaking over Taryl in continued protest, but she paid no attention to him. Neither did Lenaris. He was already formulating what he would say to Tiven. An apology seemed a small price to pay for Lac's life.

Natima was exhausted and not in a mood to talk when she received the transmission from Carda.s.sia Prime. She and Veja had been on their feet all day long, attending a press conference that addressed some tortuous rearrangement of the civilian government's leaders.h.i.+p role in the Bajoran provinces. It was all she could do to filter a decent report out of her notes. It hadn't helped that she had been standing right in front of a man with a rattling cough, masking out half of the dialogue. Not that any of it was especially compelling.

To make matters worse, she and Veja were being sent to Terok Nor tomorrow for yet another long and boring press conference. Every time Natima went to Terok Nor with Veja-there had been four trips since their first-she was made to feel like a superfluous rudder on a s.h.i.+p. Veja would go off with Gil Damar, to whom she still had not been formally enjoined-they were waiting for Damar's promotion to come through-and Natima was left by herself while she waited for the transport to take her back to the surface.

She rose from her bed and answered the transmission with reluctance, but then brightened a bit when she saw that it was her young friend, the scientist Miras Vara. Miras had consulted with Natima a number of times in the past two years regarding various issues related to the agricultural situation on Bajor, since Natima had originally helped her with her student thesis project-one that had earned her the very highest marks, in the end.

"h.e.l.lo, Miras," Natima said cheerfully. "It's good to see a friendly face from home."

"Thank you, Natima. It's good to see you, too. I was wondering if you have a moment..."

"Of course."

Miras seemed unusually hesitant. "I have some questions for you that I fear you might find...odd." "I have some questions for you that I fear you might find...odd."

"Odd? You know nothing surprises me anymore, Miras. Not after some of the things I've witnessed here."

"I know. It's just that...I learned some things recently. Regarding Bajor. And...I didn't know who else I could ask."

"Learned them...how?"

"I...Natima, I can't say. Can you understand that? You've had to protect sources before, haven't you?"

Natima nodded wordlessly, puzzled and intrigued.

"Do you know anything of...the death of a Bajoran religious official? I believe he is called the kai."

Natima was taken aback. Matters of Bajoran religion were certainly not typical fodder for Carda.s.sian discussion. It was possible that Miras could have learned the term "kai" from some source within the science ministry, but Natima was sure that n.o.body in the Carda.s.sian Union would have reported the death of the current one. Dukat saw to it that Carda.s.sians generally remained ignorant of his lenience regarding Bajoran religious practices. "How did you come upon this information?"

"I told you, I can't say. I'm so sorry, Natima, but I just can't."

Natima could not be sure if she should confirm or deny the story. It seemed irrelevant in the greater scheme of things, but it was so strange that Miras should even know about it. "What more have you heard about this?" Natima asked her carefully.

Miras again appeared reluctant to speak. "There is someone named Gar Osen. He...I believe he may have been present when the kai died. He may have been the one who found the body, or perhaps he is someone close to the kai. I only wish to confirm that this information is true. Or simply that such a person exists. That is all I need to know, Natima. Have you heard of him?" "There is someone named Gar Osen. He...I believe he may have been present when the kai died. He may have been the one who found the body, or perhaps he is someone close to the kai. I only wish to confirm that this information is true. Or simply that such a person exists. That is all I need to know, Natima. Have you heard of him?"

In fact, Natima did know who Gar Osen was, only because she had learned that he was campaigning to become the new kai. Again, she was puzzled that Miras would know anything about it at all. Natima herself did much of the final edits on what information the service pa.s.sed along to Carda.s.sian civilians, and she was positive that such specific details about Bajoran religious officials would never have been reported. The very fact that Miras knew about something so obscure set off alarms. What else was being leaked to Carda.s.sia Prime?

"Miras, I will see what I can find out for you," Natima said, hoping that her friend would not recognize that she was stalling. "If you don't mind waiting for a day or two..."

"No, not at all, Natima. Take as much time as you need. You have my deepest appreciation for agreeing to help me with this."

"Think nothing of it," Natima a.s.sured her. "In the meantime, I think it's best if you keep this information to yourself."

"I've told no one of consequence."

Natima wondered what Miras's estimation of consequence was, and she ended the transmission. Her thoughts raced as she sat back in her chair. How should she approach this situation? Miras was her friend, and she didn't want to get her in trouble. Natima was certain that the younger woman perhaps didn't understand how dire an offense it could be for her to be spreading around cla.s.sified information. For although the specific information that Miras had referred to was not cla.s.sified, the greater connotations of that information certainly were. If citizens on Carda.s.sia Prime realized how much religious freedom Dukat permitted the Bajorans, there would be a great deal of public dissent, and Dukat surely knew it.

Personally, she disagreed with the prefect's policies-as new citizens of the Union, the Bajorans should be putting aside their antiquated superst.i.tions, should be searching for ways to adjust to a more Carda.s.sian mindset. Instead, they spent their time fighting against the inevitable, making life miserable for the good people who'd traveled to this inhospitable world to help the natives-thanks in no small part to Dukat's leniencies. But it was her job to see that the news from Bajor supported the Union's image of infallibility, not a task she took lightly. Her job was her life.

She told herself she'd think about it, but knew already that she'd warn Miras away from the information again and then leave it alone. She could not afford to jeopardize her own career, even for a friend. Whatever Miras decided to do, that was her business.

7.

Lenaris made preparations to land the raider along a wooded plateau just beneath the highest peak of the Berain mountains. He was relieved to set down after their long, silent night-the light was strong enough in the sky now to make them an obvious target. He and Taryl had headed out without taking significant precautions that their journey was along a routine flight path-there simply hadn't been time.

"I don't think we should take the raider down into the valley," Lenaris said. "We've taken enough of a risk, crossing territory that's mostly deserted-but I used to fly in this area regularly, and the security grids are pretty tight just over Berain City. I had the pleasure of being stopped more than once in this region."

"Okay," Taryl said. She wasn't familiar with the areas around Relliketh, and wouldn't have been in a mood to argue, anyway.

"It's about half a day's walk from here," he told her. "We'd better take all the water we brought. I can't be sure that we'll come to any other sources along the way." Taryl nodded, tying several gourds of water around one shoulder. He tossed some dried alva alva fruits into his pack, and the two began their journey down the narrow ledges and pathways that wound through the trees and along the side of the mountain. fruits into his pack, and the two began their journey down the narrow ledges and pathways that wound through the trees and along the side of the mountain.

Taryl walked closely behind him, occasionally touching his shoulder to steady herself on the uneven terrain. Lenaris pushed branches aside, pointed out exposed roots. It had rained recently, and the air was clean and sweet. The smell brought back many memories.

"So," she said casually, after a while. "Are you ever going to tell me about why Tiven and Halpas are so mad at you?"

Lenaris sighed. "It's a long story," he said.

"Seems to me we've got nothing but time." She touched his shoulder again, and this time he stopped walking and turned to face her.

"Yes, I'll tell you," he said, deciding that it might do him good to speak of it to someone at last.

Taryl nodded, and they resumed their hike.

"I joined the resistance with my best friend," he began. "Our families had been close since before we were born. His mother took it especially hard when we decided to go off and fight. He was an only child, you see, his father killed when he was a babe.

"His name was Darin. Lafe Darin. He was very enthusiastic about fighting. He was..." Holem paused, tried to think of the easiest way to sum up their friends.h.i.+p. "We were like brothers. I suppose I knew that it was possible that one of us could be killed..." Lenaris did not look at her.

"But it's still very abstract, isn't it? To think of a loved one dying. Or disappearing. Before it actually happens, that is."

"Yes," he agreed, relieved that she understood. He ducked beneath a low-slung vine as they carefully made their way down an especially steep path. The terrain evened out again, and he resumed speaking. "As time pa.s.sed, so many years of fighting together, maybe we had begun to feel a little invincible. I know he must have, considering what he did." He fell silent, lost for a moment to memory.

"What happened?" Taryl prodded gently.

"Our cell was one of the first to find out that the Valerians were supplying the Carda.s.sians with weapons-grade dolamide," Lenaris said. The words were familiar, he'd thought them a million times, but had never spoken them aloud. "We had the idea that if we terrorized the Valerians, they would stop trading with Carda.s.sia."

"Cut them off at the source."

"Yes. We found out where the Valerian freighters were docking, where they were unloading their product-at their processing camp, in the Karnoth mountains. It was heavily guarded, very difficult to get past the security there, but we believed we could do it. Well, some of us did. I admit, I was one of the skeptics. Darin, though-he was fearless.

"So, someone came up with the idea to put a bomb on one of the freighters. The trouble was, the security was set up so that you could get on one of those s.h.i.+ps easily enough, but you couldn't get back off. That was where they would detect you. We found that out the hard way-one of the people in our cell tried to get aboard to learn the schematics. We never saw him again.

"I thought the plan should be sc.r.a.pped until we figured out exactly how and where our man had been captured, but Darin was impatient. He and several of the others conspired-without me-to place the bomb on the s.h.i.+p anyway, even though whoever carried it would have to accept that he was almost certainly sacrificing himself. Death or capture."

"How did you learn about the plan?"

"I knew Darin was hiding something from me." Lenaris sighed. "I could just tell-I knew him so well. I followed him to the camp, and I tried to stop him. Tried to talk him out of it, but of course he wouldn't listen."

Lenaris shook his head, recalling the scene. "We had ugly words. He accused me of being childish, said that I was just angry at being left out. I told him he was selfish to be depriving his mother of her only child, and he reminded me that he had been risking his life for Bajor since the day he joined the movement-that we both had. That taking that risk was part of joining the resistance. Of course I knew he was right, but a mission where capture-or more likely death-is a near certainty...I couldn't get behind it. I actually took a swing at him when I saw that he couldn't be persuaded, but he ducked, and I missed him. He didn't miss me, though. We parted ways on...unhappy terms." He laughed bitterly at his own understatement.

"I watched the freighter take off from a point a few kellipate kellipates beyond the landing site. It almost came to nothing. The captain of the s.h.i.+p ejected the cargo less than a minute after taking off. He must have noticed that something wasn't right in the cargo bay, where Darin had planned to place the bomb. But the captain was too late; the bomb exploded just as he ejected it, and he lost control of the s.h.i.+p. I saw it come down."

He slowed, remembered the feelings of horror and loss as he'd watched the s.h.i.+p fall from the sky. "It seemed to take an eternity. It was hard to tell at first where it landed. I ran through the forest, following the smoke trail, just hoping that by some miracle of the Prophets, Darin would be alive."

He didn't look at Taryl, who had fallen in step with him. "But of course, that was impossible."

Taryl's voice was quiet. "You found it?"

"A few hours later, I suppose. It's hard to remember for sure. Several others from the cell got there about the same time. It was dead in the middle of the forest, far away from anything. It had sustained a lot of damage, took out a ma.s.sive swath of the forest where it landed-incinerated at once, with little fires still burning when we got there. The landing gear was completely obliterated, the entry hatch fused shut-I tried to get in anyway, but I burned both my hands..." He remembered the smell of his own flesh burning, and went on, pus.h.i.+ng it away. "Halpas acknowledged that there weren't any survivors aboard. He scanned the area twice-not that he needed to. n.o.body could have walked away from that mess...and then everyone in the cell immediately started squabbling over the s.h.i.+p, before we'd even discussed what to do with the...bodies.

"I was outraged that they didn't even bother to acknowledge Darin's death, and I told them so. They said I was a coward, told me I'd been living in a delusion if I hadn't expected to lose a friend someday. They said that if I was so reluctant to sacrifice anything for Bajor, the cell was better off without me."

"Was that when you left?"

"No. It was after-after the..." He trailed off, began again. "They set up a guard, though I told them the Carda.s.sians would come for the s.h.i.+p, if the Valerians didn't. They told me to stop being an old woman, and they put three men in charge of watching her for the night-including one of Tiven's brothers. It wasn't three hours later the Carda.s.sians found the wreckage, and they didn't hesitate. They just dropped a bomb on her and didn't look back, making sure there was nothing we could salvage from her.

"Everyone was devastated. They could see I had been right, but of course they weren't about to admit it...especially Tiven, who was crazy with grief after the loss of his brother. I think they expected to hear 'I told you so' from me-which they wouldn't have-but they continued to shout at me just as they had done before. They...wouldn't let up on me, and...I lost my senses, a little bit."

He felt shamed, remembering the words he had spoken. "I...told them it was their fault, for not listening to me.... Tiven didn't take that very well, he called me a coward again, and I told him...I said that he shouldn't be so reluctant to sacrifice a mere brother for the greater good..."

He took a shaky breath.

Taryl spoke carefully. "It sounds like the incident produced bitter memories for a lot of people."

Lenaris nodded, silent for a moment before he spoke again. "You know what the worst part of it is?"

Taryl stopped walking, and Lenaris stopped with her. She turned to face him. "Tell me." Her voice was very soft.

"Taking down that s.h.i.+p interrupted the flow of dolamide to Bajor for exactly one month. One month, and then traffic went right back to the way it had been before."

Taryl met his gaze, and he saw a great sadness in her own. After a few beats, they started walking again.

The two hiked for several hours, moved down the deep forests of the foothills, still mostly untouched by the Carda.s.sians. The Union had a mining operation north and east of these woods, partway up a ridge that bordered the Berain mountain range, but it was barely maintained, now that almost everything of value had been stripped from the soil and stone.

The threshold to Berain City seemed to be eluding them, but every time Lenaris started to worry that they were going in the wrong direction, he would see a familiar landmark, an a.s.surance that he had not lost his way. Berain City held less than a third of its pre-occupation populace, but at least a few thousand people still called it home; there were signs of civilization among the trees this close to it, even coming from the mountains. Finally, he found the creek he'd been looking for, and the bridge-several old logs that had been lashed together to form a crude but functional crossing. Taryl looked down at the rain-swollen stream, hampered along the sides by bright green leaves that had fallen from the dense trees overhead.

She shook the string of gourds. "Not much left. Should we refill here?"

"No. The water looks clean, but it isn't. We're a ways downstream of a Carda.s.sian tailings pond. I would drink it if I had to, but given the choice-"

Taryl nodded as she worked to keep her footing on the slippery old bridge. Lenaris took her hand, and she squeezed his briefly before they came to the other side.

It was just a short distance beyond the creek that they came to the edge of a clearing, one that had apparently been man-made, for there were several cleanly cut stumps dotting the yellow-green meadow. "This is the very outskirt," Lenaris told her, "where timber used to be harvested. In the old days, we picked and chose among the trees to maintain the forest, but after the Carda.s.sians came, people started getting more desperate."

The two pa.s.sed through the rest of the forest, which bore evidence of the sustainable timber practices Lenaris had described. The first houses began to appear where the trees were still thick, and then the forest opened and they came to the lowest point of the valley, panning out with a spread of homes, businesses, shrines, and factories, a crooked river twisting through the center of town.

"How will we find him?" Taryl wondered, looking out at the city from the edge of the forest where they stood.

"Simple," Lenaris said. "We go to the nearest tavern, and we ask."

Miras was sick.

She had been struggling for some time now just to avoid falling asleep altogether, working until late into the night for days on end, reading in her bed instead of sleeping in it, fighting her exhaustion to the point of weakening her immune system. Now she had fallen victim to a viral infection of some kind, and was confined to her bedroom where she knew that the most sensible thing to do was succ.u.mb. Her aching joints screamed out for rest. She did not want to dream, but she also did not want to prolong her illness. She wanted to get better and get back to work as quickly as possible.

It was late before she finally fell asleep, and despite her exhaustion she still tossed and turned, agonizing over every detail of her past nocturnal experiences-and the one that had not happened in the night. The one that had happened in those lost hours when she had been in the laboratory with the Orb. She was sorry now that she'd ever pursued the artifact. It had affected her mind, somehow, and her only real hope was that time would make the instability fade, would return her peace of mind.

Miras, the serene voice of the Hebitian woman beckoned her into sleep. the serene voice of the Hebitian woman beckoned her into sleep. Miras, I have something to show you. Miras, I have something to show you.

"Please, I don't want to put the mask on again," she said, and the blackness of sleep melted into the temperate little room in the black-bricked cottage. The Hebitian woman's face read tender amus.e.m.e.nt.

"No, Miras. You will not evoke the spirit of Oralius this time." She was holding the mask in her hands.

"Why do I keep seeing you? Why is this happening to me? Is it the Orb?"

The woman smiled. "This corporeal being to whom you now speak. Her name is Astraea."

Miras swallowed. "Do you mean...that your your name is Astraea?" name is Astraea?"

The woman hesitated. "Astraea is a guide."

"A...guide?"