Part 40 (1/2)

Astron pulled Phoebe tight one final time and sighed. ”It is not right,” he said. ”Now is not the time.” With an ache in his loins, he then awkwardly disengaged and gently pushed her away.

”Then when?”

”After we have reached the origin. After everything has been restored to the way it should be.”

Phoebe c.o.c.ked her head to the side but gradually her smile returned. ”All right,” she said. ”Perhaps the burden of our escape rests a little more firmly on your shoulders than I realized. I should be carrying more of the load, rather than be the weepy prize of the sagas. There will be time enough when we are safe.”

She turned and groped for her cape. ”After our rest, let me take the front position in the engine. You will need your wits, if we encounter a node that is not vacant.1'

Astron heard the sound of a blown kiss and then silence. He looked out into the desert and let his feelings slowly dissolve away. Getting to the origin was of the utmost urgency, he thought, but no more important than reversing the transformation between Kestrel and himself.

The next moves pa.s.sed quickly. Phoebe made no further reference to the events of their first rest. As they made steady progress toward their goal, her spirits soared in proportion. Getting more accustomed to the sand engine,

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they were able to increase the number of nodes traversed in a single move from two to three. As with the first, each one they visited had been unoccupied; evidently the re-flectives had all moved elsewhere in their struggle with the rotators. But as they drew closer to the origin, Astron knew, they must finally encounter a challenge and have an explanation that would be believed.

Toward the end of the sixth move, as they tugged to reach a node only three away from the origin, Astron saw what he had been dreading throughout the trek. The silhouettes of warriors reaching for fresh fruit stood out from the outline of the treetops. Voices mingled with the methodical ticking of rectangular shapes scattered around the oasis. A lookout sounded an alarm and a half-dozen swords were drawn in expectation of their arrival.

Astron felt his discomfort grow. Despite Kestrel's explanations, the concept of deception was still unsettling. He would have to sound convincing, using facial muscles he could barely control. And with no experience, he could not judge the inherent credibility of the tale. He knew it was totally false; why would not the others deduce the same? He felt the sweetness of the air course in and out of his lungs, and a siight taste of apprehension not unlike the stirring of the stembrain began to awaken within him.

”We bring greetings from the chronoids,” Astron shouted as the engine grew close. ”An example of our most powerful of devices for you to observe. If the offered price is high enough, you will be able to remove the rotators from scores of nodes.”

Astron felt his chest tighten while he waited for a response. Involuntarily, his eyes darted from side to side, searching for which way to veer, if they charged, even though Kestrel had told him that one looked straightforward and smiled.

”I am Jankol, squad leaderforthereflectives.”One of the warriors stepped forward from the rest. He was rail-thin, with narrow eyes that pinched together in the middle of his face. ”Despite the words of the doomsayers, more devices of our allies we can certainly put to good use-especially since the increase in vigor of the rotator attacks

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Jankol paused and puckered his lips. ”The signal bolts cannot be wrong, yet it is still hard to believe. First, they captured a node, although substantially outnumbered. Then, with an almost obsessive pa.s.sion they have ma.s.sed, not scores, but hundreds to take more nodes from us still. The rumor is that they follow a new leader, but it is hard to see how that could make much of a difference.”

Jankol paused a second time, looking up and down the engine that Astron and Phoebe had constructed. ”A device that looks more primitive than any we previously have seen, to be sure,” he said after a moment. ”How can it have such power, if it is from an earlier time?”

Astron let out his breath. It was just as the human had said! The basic premise was accepted unchallenged. Now if he could only invent quickly enough to fill in the details. With a final surge, he pushed the engine into their midst and called for Phoebe to halt. While his mind raced for an answer, he slowly unbuckled the leather straps of his harness.

”This engine has the power of immunity to the forces of symmetry,” he said after a moment. ”How else could we travel from node to node, totally unaffected by the moves of your struggle with the rotators?”

”Immunity?” Jankol said. ”How can that help? The other devices you have given intensify the force, rather than decrease it. Why, with some we can even force exchanges of body or mind.” He waved his hand at the pond. ”That is what we ama.s.s here-in preparation for the great battle to blunt the drive of the rotators.”

Astron looked quickly around the node. The equipment of the reflectives was configured in much the same way as the first that Phoebe and he had encountered alone. This one was fully occupied with over a score of warriors, however, and not one, but three timepieces were sitting at the edge of the pond.

”Over forty nodes can you clear with what we have brought,” Astron said. ”Does it really matter how? The important point is the price. What have you given in exchange for the devices you have collected here?”

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Jankol's lips puckered for a moment and he rubbed his chin. ”Why, the price is the same for each one. It was fixed by the first. You would know that from your past, if you come afterward.” He stopped and looked for a long time at the lashed-together engine. ”You must be from a more primitive time indeed, but then how could the first have been the beginning of all the rest.”

Astron felt the tug of muscles that were not there, but his nose wrinkled slightly, even with the human equipment. He did not understand what Jankol was saying and no one had as yet sheathed his sword. A false step would be disastrous. ”Yes, a more primitive time,” he said slowly. ”Perhaps you had better tell us what has happened since.”

Jankol shrugged. ”As you know, your realm is a series of nodes, just as ours. But rather than being laid out in s.p.a.ce, somehow they are points in time. The forces of symmetry compel each one to repeat the events that have occurred on the one downstream. The first node to establish contact explained that periodically others would follow; the transaction would be the same.