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“The hopes and fears of all the years

“Are met in Thee tonight.”

The last strains of the old Christmas carol were still drifting through Nicole Hammond’s mind when she started awake.

For a pair of heartbeats she blinked furiously, driving the stickiness from her eyes, trying to pull her brain out of the wild dream she’d just had and sort out where she was. Through the gloom and the flickering of her eyelids she could see a set of bars angling across her view. Had one of Trake’s schemes or one of Bungie’s stupid fights gotten her tossed in jail? She could hear footsteps coming toward her …

Then the fog cleared, and her vision snapped back, and she remembered.

She wasn’t in a jail cell in Philadelphia. In fact, Philadelphia and human jails were far, far behind her. She was out in space, a million billion miles from nowhere, in a huge alien ship called the Fyrantha. What her sleep-fogged mind had taken to be bars were in fact the slender, chest-high cylinders of memorial pillars, the Fyrantha’s version of a cemetery, where the hundreds or thousands of human workers who’d slaved away aboard the ship through the long years were honored and their lives recorded.

Nicole wasn’t sure how many years they’d been working and dying. She had no way of knowing how many of them had held on to hopes, or given in to fears, or had given up and let themselves sink into blank weariness.

But whatever they’d felt, and for however long, it was all focused in Nicole now.

Are met in Thee tonight …

She’d been brought aboard as just another slave, a Sibyl who could listen to the Fyrantha’s telepathic damage-repair instructions and relay them to the work crews. But then she’d seen things she shouldn’t, and done things she shouldn’t, and somewhere in its alien heart or mind the Fyrantha had decided that Nicole Hammond should be elevated to the role of Protector.

Protector. Nicole winced at even the mental sound of the word as it echoed across her brain. Protector of the ship? Not doing a very good job. Protector of the men and women in the work crews? Doing even worse. Protector of her whole world?

Disaster. Complete, utter, horrifying disaster.

“Nicole?” a soft voice came.

She winced, blinking the last fogginess from her eyes. “Sorry,” she said, pushing herself up into a sitting position. “I guess I fell asleep.”

“No apology needed,” Jeff assured her. “You needed the rest. Kahkitah? Anything from that end?”

Nicole turned her head to see the hulking, shark-faced Ghorf coming from the other direction through the gloom. He gave off a series of birdcall whistles—“I saw no signs of anyone,” the translation came in Nicole’s mind. “I don’t know, though. Something feels odd.”

“I know,” Jeff said, stopping by Nicole. He sat down in front of her, his eyes still sweeping across the huge darkened space around them. “Open spaces with no cover except a bunch of pillars make me nervous.”

“I understand,” Kahkitah said, sitting down beside Jeff. “But that’s not what I meant.”

“You think the Shipmasters know where we are?” Nicole asked.

“Hard to tell,” Jeff said. “You said you can’t talk to the Caretaker this deep in the ship, and if the Caretaker can’t see or hear you the Shipmasters might not be able to, either. Probably means no personnel sensors or boosters down here.”

“What are boosters?” Nicole asked.

“Relays and echo transmitters,” Jeff explained. “All the metal in the Fyrantha—not to mention all the electronics and electrical systems—will interfere like crazy with radio communications. They’ll need boosters to get the signals where they’re going.”

“Do they even have radios?” Nicole asked. “I’ve never seen anyone use something like that.”

“They have to have something,” Jeff said. “A ship this size? You’re sure not going to want to rely on a messenger service.” He made a face. “On the other hand, if they know you’ve disappeared, and if they know this is a spot where you’d be invisible to the Caretaker—” He shrugged.

“Still, there’s a great deal of space down here for them to search,” Kahkitah reminded him. “And the open space also prevents them from easily sneaking up on us unless they come pillar by pillar.”

“Or drop through one of the heat-transfer ducts,” Jeff pointed out. “Never mind—it’s still the best place for a quiet meeting. So. Nicole, you have the floor.”

“What?” Nicole asked, frowning.

“Means we’re ready to listen whenever you’re ready to talk.”

“Oh.” Nicole took a deep breath. The hopes and fears of all the years … “All right. What we know is that Fievj and the rest of the Shipmasters now know humans are—how would you put it? Organizers? Persuaders?”

“Leaders, basically,” Jeff said. “They still don’t know if anyone besides the two of us can fight—”

“The two of you plus Bungie,” Kahkitah corrected.

“Yeah. Plus Bungie,” Jeff agreed, making a face. “But whether or not we can actually pull triggers and throw grenades isn’t important anymore. The fact is that they see us as leaders; and unless the universe is full of George Pattons and Erwin Rommels, they’re definitely going to want a good, hard look at Earth.”

“Right,” Nicole said, wondering who Patton and Rommel were. “But remember they’re trying to sell us to other aliens. Unless you’re stupid, you don’t start working a deal until you know exactly what your product is worth.”

“I agree,” Kahkitah said. “That implies they’ll still wish to settle the question of combat spirit before they approach anyone about selling your world.”

“As Nicole said, that assumes they’re not stupid,” Jeff said. “But okay, let’s go with that.”

“Okay,” Nicole said. “Now, Ushkai told me—”

“Ushkai’s the Caretaker?” Jeff asked.

Nicole nodded. “He told me that the Fyrantha’s mind or computer or whatever was fragmented into four pieces: the piece that controlled him, the piece that controlled the Wisps, the part the Shipmasters control—I guess that’s also the part that steers the ship and everything—and the part that talks to the Sibyls.”

“And unfortunately, the part the Shipmasters control seems to be bleeding over into the part that controls the Caretaker,” Jeff said. “Which could be a problem. All the Wisps they control are in Q1. But the Caretaker seems to have eyes and ears all over the ship.” He looked at Nicole. “Crucial question: If the Caretaker can see everything, and the Shipmasters are controlling him, how are we ever going to make an effective move against them?”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Nicole said. “I don’t think they’re controlling him, exactly. If they were, they could have made him give us the wrong formula for the Sunset drug. I think they can just listen in on what we’re saying to him, and talk through him. But that’s all.”

“Not sure how that helps,” Jeff said. “If they can listen through him, they can presumably see through him, too.”

“Maybe,” Nicole said. “Maybe not. I mean, even if they can see, it doesn’t mean he has to be looking.”

“Ah,” Kahkitah said. “You’re saying that they can ask to see you”—he turned his head to the side—“but the Caretaker can deliberately choose to look away?”

“That’s what I’m thinking,” Nicole said, nodding. “Or, well, maybe just hoping. But it makes sense. There are things the Shipmasters could have done to stop us or capture us if they’d known everything we were doing. And remember, the Fyrantha picked me as Protector. Why do that unless it thought it needed protecting from something?”

“Not sure the logic completely tracks,” Jeff said doubtfully. “But if the Shipmasters know everything we’re screwed anyway, so we might as well keep this as our working theory.”

“So we can speak in assured confidence down here,” Kahkitah said, “and trust the Caretaker to limit the Shipmasters’ access to our actions and words elsewhere.”

“Right,” Nicole said. “And we don’t specifically ask him anything, because he probably can’t ignore that or pretend we’re not there.” She looked at Jeff. “You’re right, it’s not a great position to be in. But I think we’re stuck with it, unless we can figure out a way to cut the Caretaker completely out of the Fyrantha’s systems.”

“Yeah,” Jeff said. “And we might want to look into that, too.”

Nicole winced. “Don’t know if that would be a good idea until we know more about how everything works together.”

“Desperate times,” Jeff said. “Anyway, if we break something the ship can always tell us how to fix it.”

“Assuming we don’t damage the Oracle,” Kahkitah warned. “That’s the part that communicates with the Sibyls, correct?”

“Right,” Nicole said. “And the Shipmasters also use it to talk to the people they put into the arenas.”

“I’ve been thinking about it as a sort of a multipurpose intercom system,” Jeff said.

“Sounds about right,” Nicole said. “Hmm.”

“Hmm what?” Jeff asked.

“I was just wondering,” Nicole said. “If the Caretaker isn’t giving the Shipmasters everything we’re doing, maybe one reason is that the Oracle is fighting against it.”

“So the ship’s now not just fragmented, but is actively fighting itself?” Jeff shook his head. “Doesn’t exactly brim me over with confidence.”

“Would you rather it was united against us?” Kahkitah asked. “It is what it is.”

“Always hated that phrase,” Jeff said. “But yeah, you’re right. Just remember that whatever’s going on with the Fyrantha, it could change in a snap. We need to be prepared for the Shipmasters to be able to tap into the whole surveillance system at any time and without warning.”

“In addition, the Caretaker may be making permanent records of everything,” Kahkitah said.

“Good point,” Jeff said, making a face. “Even if the Shipmasters aren’t listening in now, if they do get in they might be able to rewind the tapes and hear what we were saying earlier.”

“There seems little we can do about that except be careful,” Kahkitah said. “Let us move on to the Wisps. You said you were able to give some orders to those in Quadrants 2 and 3?”

“It was mostly in Q3,” Nicole said. “Some in Q2. But I’m not sure it’s me in control so much as it is the Shipmasters are not in control. Which may be good enough. Right now, I’ll settle for being able to go into those quadrants without getting attacked and grabbed.”

She looked at Jeff. “But you’re right about Ushkai giving them eyes and ears. Worse than that, losing Ushkai also means losing our own best information source.”

“You say best,” Kahkitah said, his birdsongs going thoughtful. “Don’t you mean only?”

“Maybe not,” Nicole said. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you both about.” She braced herself. They were not going to like this. “There’s still the part of the Fyrantha that talks to the Sibyls.”

“No,” Jeff said flatly. “Absolutely not.”

“Agreed,” Kahkitah seconded with equal determination. “Using the inhaler leads to premature death.”

“And going up blind against the Shipmasters doesn’t?” Nicole countered. “I don’t like it any better than you do. But pretty much every time I’ve been able to bluff Fievj it’s been when I said the Fyrantha told me to do something and him not knowing whether or not I was lying. That tells me that so far they haven’t been able to get into the Sibyl part of the ship. I’m not even sure they can.”

“Because that section is most closely associated with the humans aboard?” Kahkitah suggested. He still didn’t sound happy, but there was a reluctant thoughtfulness now in his tone.

“That’s kind of what I was thinking,” Nicole said, though she hadn’t thought about it in exactly those words. “Remember, we think the Fyrantha is on our side, or as much on our side as it can be.”

“You think that,” Jeff murmured. “I’m not convinced the Ghorfs’ little back-door communication system is bothering it in the first place.”

“If Nicole says the Fyrantha’s on our side, then it is,” Kahkitah said firmly. “She understands the ship far better than any of us.”

“Hold it,” Jeff said suddenly. “Did you feel that?”

“No,” Nicole said, tensing. “What was it?”

“Pressure change,” Jeff said. “Like a door somewhere just opened.”

“Such as the door into a heat-transfer duct?” Kahkitah asked, his birdsong going grim.

“Could be,” Jeff said. “Did you feel it, too?”

“Unfortunately, our skin is more sensitive to pressure changes in water than in air,” the Ghorf said. “But I have no reason to doubt you. No—stay seated,” he added as Nicole started to stand up.

“He’s right,” Jeff said, swiveling around to face left. “Movement attracts the eye. Stay cool until we have a better idea where they’re coming from.”

If they’re coming at all, the hopeful thought flickered through Nicole’s mind. Jeff might just be jumping at shadows.

But the hope was futile, and down deep she knew it. The Shipmasters had found them, all right, and they were coming.

She looked around the dim space. The only lighting came from wide-spaced ceiling lights, with much of the view blocked by the orderly array of floor-to-ceiling support pillars. The perfect setup for an ambush, or for a game of cat and mouse.

And with the Shipmasters controlling the only serious weapons aboard the Fyrantha, there was no question as to which of them was the mouse.

“There,” Jeff said, dropping his voice to a murmur as he flicked a finger a little ways to his left. “Movement.”

“I see them,” Nicole said, her heart sinking. The figures were barely visible, right on the edge of one of the pools of light. But from the glimpse she’d gotten before they disappeared behind a couple of the pillars they looked too big to be Fievj or any of the other Shipmasters. Almost certainly they were the two Koffren she and her team had tangled with in the Q1 arena.

Tangled with, beaten, and humiliated. And Nicole had seen enough bruised egos and petty revenge in Trake’s gang to know how mindlessly nasty a person could get when he’d been embarrassed.

Maybe the Koffren were different. Maybe they took defeat calmly and didn’t go in for payback.

She didn’t believe that for a second.

Neither, clearly, did Jeff. “Time to move,” he murmured. “Where’s the nearest duct in the other direction?”

“Over there,” Nicole murmured back, pointing away from the approaching figures. “There should be one over there, too, past the edge of the cemetery.”

“Let’s go with Door Number One,” Jeff said. He eased out of his sitting position, rising up into a crouch facing the distant Koffren. “Not much room to maneuver in there.”

“The Koffren might not be able to move through the memorial cylinders,” Kahkitah said. “That could give you an advantage.”

“Yeah, but if they can’t get through, neither can you,” Jeff said.

“My life and safety aren’t important.”

“Everyone’s life and safety are important,” Nicole put in. “We’re going out the other way, okay?”

“Anyway, the Koffren may have ranged weapons,” Jeff said, offering a hand to Nicole. “Or might just knock over the cylinders on their way through.”

“You see where they went?” Nicole asked as she took his hand and levered herself up into a crouch.

“They’re being coy,” Jeff said. “But I think—there they are,” he interrupted himself as a pair of shadows suddenly lumbered across the open space in the distance and disappeared behind another pillar. “They know we’re here, all right. I wonder how they got down here without killing themselves.”

“Some kind of parachute, probably,” Nicole said. That was twice the Koffren had done the same run-and-hide routine. If they did it the same way a third time, that might be their chance to make their own run for it.

Jeff was clearly on the same page. “Okay, get ready,” he said. “As soon as they hit the next pillar, we go. You two first; I’ll bring up the rear. Nicole, as soon as we’re moving shout out to the Wisps.”

“Bring them into as many of the nearest heat-duct access points as you can,” Kahkitah added, rising into a half crouch. “The more escape options we have, the better.”

Nicole nodded. Ahead, the Koffren again appeared and crossed the open space. Jeff took Nicole’s arm … the Koffren disappeared from sight …

And with a squeeze on Nicole’s arm, Jeff stood up, helping her to her feet and giving her a push toward the distant heat duct. She’d barely gotten herself turned around when Kahkitah grabbed her other arm, steadied her, and pulled her into a dead run.

She filled her lungs with air. “Wisps!” she shouted. “All Wisps! I need you down here. Please,” she belatedly added, remembering that politeness seemed important to the Wisps in Q3. She stumbled, briefly off balance as Kahkitah steered her behind one of the pillars—

There was a sudden sharp slapping noise, like a slush ball hitting someone’s head. Something grabbed at the shoulder of her jumpsuit, trying to pull her to a halt. The grip spun her halfway around—there was a small tearing sound from her shoulder—

And as she looked back in the direction of the Koffren she saw a spiderlike clump of something on the edge of the pillar they’d just passed. It looked like a small dark glob sticking to the pillar, with a dozen tendrils stretched out across the pillar’s surface and one attached to her shoulder.

The tendril’s grip was incredibly strong. Fortunately for her, so was Kahkitah’s. He pulled on her hand, sending a jolt of pain through the arm. There was another tearing sound, a louder one this time, and the Ghorf’s momentum pulled her free from the tendril, leaving a small patch of her jumpsuit behind. Something shot past her face, and as Kahkitah got her turned forward again she saw another glob hit the next pillar ahead and explode into the same mass of tendrils.

“There!” Kahkitah said, pointing with his free hand.

“I see them,” Nicole said. In the distance ahead, right where Nicole had expected, four Wisps came into view, floating down through the heat-transfer duct’s updraft on their stretched-out butterfly wings. A quick glance to both sides showed similar groups landing on the deck beneath the other ducts.

“No good,” Jeff said grimly from behind her. “We can’t go that way. Too much clear space—they’ll nail us long before we get there.”

“Agreed,” Kahkitah said. Abruptly, he let go of Nicole’s arm. “Take her,” he said. “I’ll lead them away. Bungie den.”

“What?” Nicole gasped, stumbling a bit before Jeff’s steadying hand closed around her upper arm. “No, wait. You can’t go alone.”

“He has to,” Jeff said. “Don’t worry, they want you, not him.”

“Thanks,” Nicole growled.

And nearly lost her balance yet again as Jeff suddenly swerved them sideways toward the rows of memorial pillars. “Wait—where are we going?”

“The cemetery,” Jeff said. “There’s a group of Wisps over there—see them?”

“Of course I see them,” Nicole gritted out. They were also nearly twice as far away as the group she’d originally been leading them toward. “What about the Koffren?”

“I think we’ve got enough of a head start that if we keep low they won’t be able to get us.”

Nicole clenched her teeth. Not a single bit of that sounded reassuring.

But they had to try something. He was right about too much empty space along their original path, and even a glancing blow from one of those spidery things would stop them dead in their tracks. “I hope you’re right.”

“Me, too. Come on.”

Four more spider globs slapped into pillars or shot harmlessly through the space in front of them as they ran. The rows of memorial cylinders loomed ahead—Jeff shifted his grip from her upper arm to her hand—

And then they were there, Jeff leaning forward and ducking down, stretching his arm behind him to continue guiding and pulling Nicole through the rows. She leaned over, too, matching his posture as best she could, painfully aware that the leaning and the need to stay between the close-set cylinders was slowing them down.

But it seemed to be working. The spider globs were still spitting through the air all around them, but most of them were hitting and getting hung up on the pillars before they ever reached their targets. The only one that even came close shot between her and Jeff and snagged itself on a cylinder three rows away.

And then, suddenly, the cemetery ended. Jeff gave her an urgent tug and poured on a burst of speed. Nicole did the same, struggling to keep up. The Wisps were waiting for her fifty feet ahead—

“Two of you: come here,” she called as a sudden idea struck her. “Quickly. Please.”

Two of the Wisps glided forward. They passed her and Jeff—“Stand behind us and open your wings, please,” she ordered. She glanced over her shoulder, saw their wings unfurl in all their magnificent colors.

A second later the wings began to jerk and twitch as a barrage of spider globs slapped into them.

Three more seconds, and she and Jeff were at the two remaining Wisps. Nicole turned and backed into the nearest one’s chest. Its arms folded around her—

Welcome, Protector, the familiar voice came in her mind. How may I serve?

Take us to level 4 as quickly as you can, please, she thought back.

Yes, Protector.

Nicole sensed the wings unfurl.

And then she was rising up in the duct, leaving the cemetery and the Fyrantha’s basement behind. There was a small jolt as another spider glob slapped into the Wisp somewhere, causing a brief wavering in their ascent.

With the Wisp’s touch completely paralyzing her Nicole couldn’t tell where the glob had hit, or whether there’d been a serious injury. But to her relief, the wavering faded away and they continued smoothly upward. She couldn’t see Jeff and his Wisp from her position, and of course couldn’t move her eyes to look. All she could do was hope that he’d also gotten safely away.

Jeff, and Kahkitah.

She couldn’t wince in the Wisp’s grip. But that didn’t prevent a double wince’s worth of guilt from trickling through her. Jeff had been right about the Koffren and Shipmasters wanting her and not Kahkitah. But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t settle for second prize if that was all they could get.

After all, the Cluufes she’d first faced in the Q4 arena had been perfectly willing to use Jeff as a hostage to get her to do what they wanted. Even if the main Lillilli culture that the Shipmasters came from didn’t go in for that sort of thing, the Shipmasters themselves had certainly watched the Cluufes’ strategy and seen the result. They might well think that capturing Kahkitah would force Nicole to give herself up.

They might be right. The Fyrantha was counting on Nicole to protect it, but she was supposed to protect everyone inside, too. She and Kahkitah had been through a lot together, and there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for him.

Especially since leaving him in Shipmaster hands might reveal to them that the Ghorfs aboard the ship were far more than the strong but simpleminded creatures they’d pretended to be all these years.

And that would be disastrous. Right now, the Ghorfs were her—and the Fyrantha’s—secret weapon, a group of willing soldiers the Shipmasters had no idea were sitting there under their noses. The last thing Nicole could afford was for that secret to be exposed.

She brooded about it all the way up the ship, knowing there was nothing she could do about it, but brooding just the same. Finally—the trip felt longer than usual—the door slid open and the Wisp floated through it onto the solid deck.

Have you any further orders, Protector? it asked into her mind.

No. Thank you, Nicole thought back at it.

The Wisp opened its arms, and Nicole was once again free to move. She turned around just as the second Wisp floated through the doorway and set Jeff down on the deck. Both Wisps turned and glided down the corridor, furling their wings as they went.

But not as smoothly or as neatly as usual. Both Wisps had a pair of spider globs on their wings, which kept them from folding properly. “Damn it,” Nicole muttered under her breath. “I hope to hell the Fyrantha has something that can get that out.”

“The Fyrantha, or the Shipmasters,” Jeff agreed as he stepped to her side. “You saw him, right?”

“Saw him who?”

“The Koffren weren’t alone,” Jeff said sourly. “There was a Shipmaster tagging along behind them.”

“No, I didn’t see him,” Nicole said. “Where was he?”

“About fifty meters back,” Jeff said. “I didn’t even know he was there until we were floating up and I got a higher viewpoint.”

“Was he armored?”

“Armored and centaured,” Jeff said. “Not sure if that’s a word. Anyway, he was definitely leading from the rear, as we used to say in the Marines. We didn’t say it very kindly.”

“I suppose not,” Nicole said, frowning. But if the Shipmaster was in centaur armor, that probably meant he was carrying a set of greenfire weapons with him. With that kind of weaponry, why had he been hanging back? Surely he wasn’t afraid of two unarmed humans and a Ghorf.

For that matter, if he had greenfire weapons available, why had the Koffren been using spider guns?

“Come on,” Jeff said, taking her arm. “Let’s get someplace where we can talk.”

“Not yet,” Nicole said. “First we need to find Kahkitah. Then we can talk.”

“You have any idea where he went?”

Nicole nodded. “He said Bungie den just before we separated. That’s got to be either the pump room where I stashed Bungie after he got shot in the arena or else the ready room he went to afterward to hide out.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Jeff said, a bit doubtfully. “Would have been nice if he’d made it a little clearer.”

“He was probably afraid he’d be overheard and didn’t want the Koffren or Shipmasters figuring it out,” Nicole said.

“Maybe,” Jeff said. “You realize Fievj knows about the ready room, right?”

“Yes, and Kahkitah knows that, too,” Nicole said. “I’m hoping he went to the pump room instead.”

“And if he didn’t and the Shipmasters have him?”

“Then we go take him away from them.”

Jeff pursed his lips, his eyes tracking across her face with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. She held his gaze, and after a moment he gave a small shrug. “And then?”

“Then we go and talk,” she said. “And come up with ideas.”

“Good,” Jeff said grimly. “Because we sure as hell could use a few.”