Slave of Akrona Part Nine

by G. Lawrence

Despair and hope on a conquered world

This science fiction novel has featured romance but was light on erotic content. It's the story of a soldier from Earth made a slave on a conquered alien planet.

Recap: Over several years, the Karak mining camp had grown prosperous between the efforts of Grey and the camp superintendent, but Baron Gamtro was injured in a fall and forced into retirement. The consequences would prove dire. This is the final segment of Slave of Akrona.

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Chapter Nine

THE VOICE OF SHERRA

Six months after Baron Gamtro's fall into the mountain, a heavily-armed transport emerged from the Laros stargate with ten VIP passengers enroute to Va'ragashant. Protecting them was an Arikhan destroyer escort, the warship's crew alert for trouble. When the space lanes near the stargate proved safe, the travelers proceeded toward the planet alone.

"You will see," Dogra said to the brown-robed visitor sitting next to her. "Baron Gamtro performed wonders on this world. Not only do the mines produce more than ever before, but the workers grow their own food. They are happy to be so well-treated."

Dogra's guest clicked her tongue softly and looked out the porthole without comment. Dogra's private secretary was bolder.

"Production is down, my Lady Gamtra. Down so greatly the reports are suppressed," Vistra said, young and elegant in her purple tunic. Strong shades of blue blossomed in her cheeks, the reddish brown eyes gleaming with a fine education.

"Have no fear, Vistra, our committee will discover why. These lapses in communication are no doubt due to the recent outrages of the marauders," Dogra said.

"We may trust it is so," Vistra replied, her pronunciation precise.

The studious secretary continued to review graphs on the electronic globe resting in her lap, adjusting inputs with finely manicured claw tips. Occasionally she would click her tongue softly with dissatisfaction.

Accompanying Dogra and her secretary were seven members of her ministry staff, all nervous about adventuring to such a remote and dangerous outpost. The tenth member of the group showed no such anxiety, having ventured to farther and more dangerous worlds as a scout of the 44th Camp. But Mordari was a scout no longer.

"The world you praise sounds blessed by Sherra," Mordari finally conceded. "Your chronicle makes a strong case for this new way, well supported with statistical evidence. But you report nothing of what has occurred since Baron Gamtro's injury forced him into retirement."

"Baron Gamtro is not retired. He convalesces at Kal'Tree."

"Is it true they grow him a new foot?" Mordari asked.

"The process is hard, but the procedure is working. Already he is offered new assignments. Maybe even another military command. Such honor has always been his dream."

The transport passed the numerous defense satellites guarding the stargate. One of the satellites was a huge nuclear powered dish capable of sending messages through the stargate's sub-space void.

"The communications array appears in order, Lady Gamtra. There is no evidence of pirate activity in this sector," Korbatro said.

A young aristocrat eagerly enjoying the quest, Korbatro was short for an Arikhan, less than two meters, and somewhat slender. His emerald green tunic, trimmed at the shoulders with silver thread, indicated a wealthy ancestry.

Looking out the porthole, Dogra had the same impression. But she was not an expert on such things. She glanced over to Mordari, who was. Mordari appeared to agree with Korbatro's assessment.

"After the pirates we encountered at Gorthan, I felt certain they were responsible for the poor communications coming from Akrona," Dogra speculated.

"It is generous of the Bos'pher to provide escort. I have already spent enough time imprisoned by our empire's enemies," Mordari recalled.

"Were you ill-treated by the Sol creatures?" Vistra asked, the others leaning close to hear Mordari's answer.

"No. We were fortunate they hold to a higher standard of civilization than most species," Mordari said, looking out at the stars.

"What do you mean, mistress?" another assistant inquired, her young eyes keen for a response. Dogra looked around, pleased to find her staff so interested. As the younglings of important families, they represented the empire's future.

Mordari softly clicked her tongue. It was not the first time youthful admirers had sought her memories of the war.

"After our warships were destroyed in desperate battles, Bhast was overrun by squads of enemy warriors. All who survived were captured. Twelve hundred and fifty of us," Mordari remembered. "Before its destruction, Bellerophon had bombarded their planet. Many cities were destroyed. Hundreds of thousands killed. We expected to be massacred in revenge, for our forces had shown no mercy. Yet some of the Earth creatures spoke against such barbarity. Loudest was the voice of a female. A warrior of great courage. She was deep in grief for a husband lost in battle, but still was she firm in her resolve.

"At first, we were interned on their moon, our ultimate fate unknown. Then a new leadership emerged among the Sol creatures. I think perhaps there was a power struggle. Afterwards, we were sent to a place called Houston, there to live in a park filled with trees and lakes. All were well-fed and given access to entertainments."

"Entertainments?" Korbatro asked.

"They are a creative species," Mordari recalled with some fondness. "Theaters. Artworks. Dance and song. After a period of isolation, our people were allowed to interact with the natives. A few can be unpleasant, but most are easily appreciated."

"Some say your broadcasts were provoked by dire threats. Others say the Sol creatures twisted your spirit," the oldest assistant said, a tall brooding male named Sarantro who was close in age to Dogra. Some thought him rude, but Mordari showed no offense.

"Those who deny the truth will find reasons to justify their ignorance," Mordari responded. "There were no threats. Long had I suspected our people need a new path. While living on Earth, I met thousands of humans. Farmers and scholars. Merchants and priests.

"Then one day, I visited a shrine dedicated to a heroic Sol creature. A creature who had been my most hated enemy, yet it was he, in his final instructions, who decreed that no vengeance be sought against the Arikhan prisoners. Sherra spoke loudly in that holy place. She said her blessings belong to all sentient life. Now, through me, Sherra continues to speak."

Those who listened shuddered at Mordari's declaration, espoused without the slightest doubt. The older staff members were especially unnerved, fearing what consequences her ministry might bring. The young staff members held no such fear, curious to learn of this new faith.

They reached Va'ragashant half a day after entering Laros space, but Dogra did not want to be bogged down with bureaucratic delays. After sending her staff to find rooms in the Citadel, she slipped away with Mordari, seeking transport to the train station.

"This world is still somewhat primitive," Dogra apologized, the tram uncomfortable in the chill wind. The town had not changed since her visit two seasons before, though there seemed to be a stronger military presence in the plaza.

"Scouts of the 44th Camp are accustomed to hard duty," Mordari said, dismissing the complaint. "We live in our sho'kars. Burrow on small planetoids. Ryndari and I spent many years spying on Sol before the fleet arrived, often living in our bubble pod. For such as us, even fresh air is a luxury."

When they reached the train station, the two dignitaries attracted attention despite efforts to remain inconspicuous. Lady Gamtra, already known to the local population, was tall and well-dressed in fine blue satins. Mordari wore her brown woolen robe highlighted with streaks of gold thread throughout the folds. None had ever seen her in person, but the controversial priestess was easily recognized. Not necessarily with favor, given her outspoken criticism of Arikhan society.

"Not all stares are hostile," Dogra encouraged.

"By this time next month, I will be on Arikhan answering charges of heresy," Mordari mentioned. "You are brave to be my companion."

"I have not claimed to support your vision, though many see similarities between my chronicle and your philosophy," Dogra responded.

"Our views are not the same," Mordari agreed. "You are new to Sherra's word. Still probing. You do not feel Her truth in your heart. For you, it is merely an intellectual exercise."

"It is more than that," Dogra protested.

"No, not yet. But someday, maybe you will understand. You knew the creatures in your chronicle for a season. They were subservient, often viewed through a fence. Their lives, their families, all they care for were at your mercy. The Sol creatures I lived among were not slaves. They are intelligent, determined, and rich in culture. Such qualities do not shine without a divine spark. I speak plainly, Lady Gamtra. Our people will pay a heavy price if we do not learn this lesson. Sherra frowns upon those who will not hear Her words."

"Our race is not stupid. We learn. Wait until you see Karak. The workers are prosperous. None go to the pens, not even the sick or injured. They are but a small step from living freely. They will be an example for other camps throughout the empire."

"I have seen our camps. They are miserable places run by closed hearts. Someday you will know this. Be prepared for a bitter lesson," Mordari warned.

"And your solution?" Dogra asked with impatience.

"Our people will be forced to accept change. I will continue to speak, but a new empire will not emerge until the Sword of Sherra appears to spread fear through evil hearts. Only then will the darkness be lifted."

"What is this sword? What does it look like?" Dogra asked.

"That is unclear to me. When my eyes behold, I will know."

Dogra felt a shiver at Mordari's words, and realized why so many had gathered to her vision. The priestess spoke with unquestioned confidence. Could she really dwell so close to Sherra? Dogra was not inclined to believe so. Her world was more orderly than that of mystics. But she could not help wonder.

The old train station was quieter than in the past, the long wooden benches empty. Only a few travelers loitered near the loading platform. The plaster walls needed paint, the coating beginning to peel. The train also appeared tired even though the engine was only pulling a dozen ore tenders. A passenger car was attached at the end, the cushioned seats losing some of the feathered stuffing.

Hours passed as they left the northern settlements and entered the Varish Expanse, the vast wasteland of rolling prairie and low, scrub covered hills offering little interest. Several stops were made along the way, the small number of passengers steadily shrinking until only a handful were left. None of the riders had spoken a word, appearing gruff and dissatisfied. Along the way, they saw the salt camps near the dry lake beds, several processing centers, and an occasional ghost town.

As the train approached the Rellina River, they noticed a brown haze hanging over the hills surrounding Karak.

"We are almost there," Dogra said, straining for a view.

Mordari rested comfortably in her seat, giving no hint to her thoughts.

When the train finally crossed the final bridge, Dogra and Mordari looked out the windows to the right. Even though it was still winter, Dogra expected to see robust crops running from the old fence down to the river. Possibly winter wheat, or the new orchards that had been planted before she left. There were none. Even the stone village of the newcomers was gone, replaced by piles of rock and canvas tarps strung over broken timbers. The camp looked like it had been hit by an earthquake.

Up from the river, along the creek where the railroad tracks ran, they entered the valley of the mining camps. The cabins around Wolf Camp were gone. Trees had been knocked down for barricades. Instead of seeing dozens of people going about their daily chores, only a few poorly clothed slaves were visible.

The train pulled into the ore depot slowly. Dogra saw an armored troop carrier parked to the left just down the hill from the camp headquarters. The heavy vehicle's rotating energy cannon dominated the valley floor. On the right, a new two-story brick barracks had been erected fifty yards from the main gate. A handful of ore carts were rolled out. In the past, there would have been fifty.

"Disembark to the left. Mind the security zone," a grim soldier said as several guards boarded the train.

Dogra recognized Amartro, Cordaris's surly appointee, now wearing an officer's bronze leaf. The impudent commoner paid her no homage, though the other guards were respectful.

Given precedence, Dogra and Mordari disembarked the passenger compartment first. There were troops everywhere, most wearing black armor. Some were positioned below the headquarters around the troop carrier, others at the ore tracks, more at the main gate. The number of guard towers had tripled, each holding an alert sentry.

"What is this? I demand to see Romtra," Dogra asked the first brown tunic she found, a leathery trooper whose insignia indicated former service with the Contingent.

"Group Leader Romtra was transferred, Lady Gamtra. Lord Kanatron now commands this camp," the trooper said, a burly male with a lofty expression.

"Lord Kanatron? How did Zenatro's sniveling lackey gain such an exalted title?" Dogra asked, eye-rings rising in indignation.

"The title is honorary until the commission is confirmed," the trooper said, clicking his tongue in defiance. Dogra looked for someone she recognized. All the faces were unfamiliar.

"Where is Nabbatron? Or Bortro?" Dogra asked.

"All disloyal guards have transferred. All but Frontra, and she will not remain much longer," the trooper said, leaving without permission.

Dogra looked at Mordari with embarrassment, not accustomed to such treatment from one so far beneath her station. Mordari reacted calmly as if it was nothing unexpected.

Leaving her travel bag on the train platform, Dogra marched to the enclosure, not even checking in at headquarters as protocol required. Mordari followed without being asked.

"You may not enter, Lady Gamtra. Access is restricted," the sentry on duty said from the main gate. The brutish guard was well-armed, the accent lacking refinement.

"Do not attempt to stop me," Dogra said. "I represent the Committee of Commerce. Threatening a ministry representative is a criminal act."

"The camp is dangerous, lady. Wait until Lord Kanatron returns, or let me summon Group Leader Amartro."

"Stand aside," Dogra demanded.

The sentry hesitated, the black eyes angry. The sentry grew angrier when Frontra arrived to intervene. Dogra immediately thought Frontra looked older, the eye-rings drooping, the once straight shoulders bent. Her drab brown leather uniform lacked the jaunty decorations she had worn just two seasons before. There was no yellow feather in her hat.

"I accept responsibility," Frontra said.

"It is not Lord Kanatron's wish," the sentry objected.

"I am senior guard until my replacement arrives," Frontra insisted.

The sentry backed away, returning to a watch position above the gate.

"Paratro speaks true, Lady Gamtra. Karak is dangerous. Go back to the train. Leave this place," Frontra urged.

"Understand my words, Frontra. I have come three star systems to show this camp to Mordari. We will not turn back now," Dogra demanded.

"Mordari?" Frontra questioned, suddenly recognizing Dogra's companion. "Forgive me, priestess. This is a high honor. Name the request and it is granted."

"Not all would agree the honor so great, Frontra," Mordari said, finding the veteran guard interesting. "Lady Gamtra has taken much trouble on my behalf. I would see this paradise her mate carved from the mines of Akrona."

"It was never a paradise, but for a short time, it was a place of soaring spirit. All is gone now. I beg you to leave. Remember Karak as it was," Frontra said.

"I will enter," Dogra pressed.

"Please be our escort," Mordari softly urged.

Frontra signaled for the iron gate to open, passing a squad of worried guards. The first thing Dogra noticed was the timber mill burned to the ground. Now only the two large circular saw blades stood in the burnt rubble, both twisted by the heat.

The cottages of Rabbit Camp were still standing, though the thatched roofs showed holes and the flower pots had disappeared. There were several women present, all maintaining a distance. Dogra did not see any children.

Dogra hurried past the camp toward the southern end of the lake where Ferret Camp kept their gardens, walking fast enough to keep Frontra several steps behind. There were only a few women working the soil. And again, no children. With relief, Dogra recognized Shalli, Myra, and Pie. But the moment the women saw the Arikhan coming, they grabbed their baskets to flee.

"Stop! Stop!" Dogra shouted, running to catch them.

Most of the women kept going even after Frontra fired her weapon in the air, but Shalli stumbled. Nearly eight months pregnant and undernourished, she wasn't able to escape. Myra and Pie returned to be with her, all kneeling in submission as Dogra approached. Their outfits were little better than rags.

"Shalli, it is me. Lady Gamtra," Dogra said.

Shalli said nothing, keeping her forehead down in the cold winter soil. Dogra put a claw on Shalli's shoulder. Shalli trembled.

"Child, look up. Speak," Dogra said, eye-rings bent.

Shalli looked up, tears in her eyes. Tears of fear, anger, and hatred. Dogra staggered back. Never in her life had she experienced such an expression.

"What is wrong, Shalli? Where are the other women? The children? Where are Tak and her twins?" Dogra asked.

"Tak is dead. Beaten by your guards until she could bleed no more. Tak's babies are taken for food by Kanatron," Shalli bitterly answered. "But you will not eat my baby. When my time comes, I will go into the woods where you cannot find us. Then I will cut her throat and bury her under a tree."

"You cannot mean to slay your own child. The one you wanted so badly. Where is Ben?" Dogra asked.

"My husband lies dead on Vulture Rock," Shalli said, pointing to the far side of the valley.

Dogra looked above the fence and across the tracks, seeing a chained figure laying spread eagle on a barren hilltop not far from the camp headquarters. It was too distant to observe details, but the body showed no movement.

"My husband did not surrender his blood quietly," Shalli said. "He killed your guards. Avenged Tak. He has shown us how to fight, and one day we will kill you all!"

Shalli jumped up and ran away as fast as her girth would allow, the other women following without ever uttering a sound. Mordari came forward.

"If that is the friendly food creature in your chronicle, I do not relish meeting the hostile ones," Mordari dryly remarked.

Dogra rubbed her claws, her eyes filming over.

"Frontra, what has happened?" Dogra asked.

"What did you expect, my Lady?" Frontra responded, her tongue clicking in resentment. "After you abandoned these people, Kanatron sought to increase production with starvation and the whip. Like all camp commanders do. And the more he failed, the crueler were his methods."

"Do you hate me, too?" Dogra asked in hurt.

"You do not belong here. Go back to your chronicles and society meetings. Have a theatre. Let these creatures die with courage. At least Ben has taught them that."

Frontra started for the main gate, forcing Dogra and Mordari to follow. Dogra grabbed Frontra's arm.

"I demand an explanation," Dogra growled with a sharp click of her tongue.

"You have no power to make demands here. Only violence rules Karak," Frontra replied, breaking Dogra's grip.

"Then in Sherra's name, allow me to beg an explanation," Dogra said, bowing her head in the posture of submission.

Frontra was startled that Dogra would use such a gesture to a mere commoner. Even Mordari was surprised. But the great Lady Gamtra's humility achieved the desired result, as Mordari suspected it would.

"It began a few weeks after Baron Gamtro's accident," Frontra reluctantly recalled. "Lord Kanatron arrived with new guards. Romtra was pushed aside for Amartro, an evil beast fresh from duty with the Contingent. They ate the buffalo, and once the meat creatures were gone, Kanatron reopened the pens, seizing a worker who had broken his leg."

"Could they be so stupid? Could they not see the disruption it would cause?" Dogra questioned.

"They were beyond stupid, mistress. Production slowed. Tension increased. Harsh penalties were instituted. Crops were burned as punishment. Huts demolished. The senior guards warned Kanatron that quota would not be met with such tactics, but he would not hear. There came a day Kanatron himself was in the yard punishing prisoners who moved too slowly. One was young Garn, forced under too heavy a burden."

Frontra paused, her eye-rings quivering, the claws clenched tight.

"The shock stick was applied to Garn's flesh. And applied again when he cried out. The youngling fell. Myra sought to protect him and was clubbed. When Kanatron raised the shock stick a third time, Nabbatron had endured too much. He wrenched the stick from Kanatron's grasp with noble defiance. 'You have dishonored us enough, my Lord,' Nabbatron said. Then he broke the stick in half and threw the parts to the ground. Nabbatron was transferred the next day along with the other senior guards. Now only I remain of those who once served Baron Gamtro."

Frontra turned to look at the burned timber mill. Farther up the valley, she saw the empty pens where the buffalo had been kept. To the west, clouds of smoke hung over the compound.

"Six days ago, Amartro stole Tak's babies from the gardens. When she fought back, the guards beat her to death. Ben attempted to save Tak, but he was too late. He slew four of Tak's killers before shock sticks brought him down. The workers would have no more. They burned the factories. A hundred slaves died in the fighting. Now the workers attack any who venture beyond the lake. Production has stopped. All that Karak was is now ash."

Dogra saw that Frontra's words were truly spoken. Mordari saw the pain in Dogra's expression, but was not ready to sympathize with her. She turned to Frontra.

"Sister, I feel Sherra's spirit in your heart. Is there nothing that can be done?" Mordari asked, leading Frontra away from the gate for more privacy.

"These people had but one hope, and he lies dying on Vulture Rock," Frontra said.

"This creature still lives?" Mordari asked.

"Yet does he linger, but without shelter from the night he will not last much longer."

"Lady Gamtra's description of Ben in the chronicle is vague, but he reminds me of another I once met," Mordari said. "A warrior who sacrificed his life to save his people. Is Ben such a spirit?"

"Ben was my friend. When I leave this duty, I will never again serve our empire. The Voice of Sherra speaks truly on the blindness we suffer."

"I would see this Ben. Take me to him," Mordari requested.

The trio crossed the narrow valley, skirted the train depot, and went up the weeded hillside north of the headquarters building. The exposed rock wasn't more than ten meters from the canyon floor, an easy climb for Dogra and Mordari through the winter scrub brush. Frontra waited at the bottom of the hill.

Dogra realized the nest she and Gamtro had shared, the room Ben and Shalli had built for them, looked down on the spot where the prisoner lay. He didn't move as they approached, nor were any guards in the area. His arms and legs were chained to the rock, the bruised body streaked with dry blood. As they got closer, Dogra found herself praying Ben was still alive.

"I feel like a fool," Dogra confessed to Mordari.

"Embarrassed your chronicle will be exposed as a fraud?" Mordari asked.

Dogra grabbed Mordari by the elbow, rage in her reddish brown eyes. Her cheeks flushed bluer than any Mordari had ever seen. For a moment, the priestess thought Dogra might strike her.

"Do you believe I care about that?" Dogra angrily growled. "I love Shalli. She loved me. When I see the misery of this camp, and Frontra's resentment, and Shalli's hatred, do you think I care about my chronicle?"

"What does anyone care about?" Mordari asked. "You and Baron Gamtro earned much wealth and position before abandoning these people to Kanatron's malice. Kanatron sought rank and profit, yet reaps failure. It appears this Ben you speak of sought accommodation with his slave masters, but brought death to his people. This is why we seek Sherra's Truth, and when we find it, we fight for it. If necessary, we die for it. There can be no compromise. No middle path."

Mordari freed herself of Dogra's grip and walked the last few yards up the hill. The unconscious human lay on the crest of the rock, the flesh browned by the sun. The general build was similar to the Sol creatures Mordari had known during her years of captivity, but there was something eerily familiar about this one. Dogra came up beside Mordari as she stared down at the prisoner.

"I did not learn to appreciate him," Dogra confessed. "Many times did Baron Gamtro explain Ben's qualities, but knowing what I did, I could only suspect an enemy."

"Is a slave not a slave?" Mordari asked.

"Not always."

Mordari knelt to study the limp creature, turning its head so she could see the face. The long brown hair was tangled in knots, the thin beard turning gray.

"This is not possible!" Mordari exclaimed, reeling back in shock. "This creature is dead. He died many years ago."

Mordari jumped up, retreating to the edge of the rock, her claws shaking.

"You recognize him?" Dogra asked.

"Recognize him? It is the first Sol creature I ever met. On a small moon orbiting a minor planet. But he died. Millions witnessed his death. How can he be here?"

"My mate has known of his past but chose to keep the secret. Which I have respected with some reluctance. I did not realize he would have such a profound effect on you."

"You are a stupid child, Dogra," Mordari said, kneeling down and pulling a vial from under her cloak.

Dogra noticed the bottle contained a green fluid, one believed to treat illnesses with astonishing swiftness. Dogra wondered where Mordari had obtained it, knowing the medicine was expensive and only available to commoners through black markets.

"Governor? Governor, can you hear my words?" Mordari asked.

Mordari put the bottle to Grey's lips and made him take a sip. Then another. Grey stirred, blinded by the sun hanging high in the hazy cloud streaked sky. Mordari took off her wide brim hat to shield his eyes.

"Can you hear me?" Mordari said, clicking her tongue intensely.

"Yes, mistress," Grey whispered.

"Indeed must you fare poorly to address your old foe in such a manner," Mordari said, supporting his head with her claw.

Dogra rushed to the other side, sitting down to rest his head in her lap. Grey squinted, trying hard to focus.

"Mordari? It cannot be. Earth has no stargate," Grey said, adding a click of astonishment to his words.

"Earth took the stargate technology when Bhast was captured," Mordari explained. "For a star's turn have I been free. I and many more. Your instructions to spare our lives were obeyed. A superior question is how you came to be here without a stargate."

"It does not matter. Am I forgiven for slaying Ryndari?"

"You gave him a warrior's death. No Arikhan could wish for more," Mordari replied.

"How is my family?" Grey asked.

"They thrive, and your mate is given much honor. But you would have earned more, had you lived. Have you been here all these years, a slave to these closed hearts?"

"All hearts are not closed. The Voice of Sherra knows this. Every race has good hearts and bad. Do I see Lady Gamtra?"

"Yes, Ben. I return in shame," Dogra acknowledged.

"I regret you were not more thoughtful," he agreed. "But still do you owe a debt. If you know honor, take Shalli away. Do not let our child be food for the pens."

Grey closed his eyes. His limbs were weak. Mordari gave him more liquid from her bottle.

"He fades," Dogra said.

To her astonishment, Dogra saw Mordari lean over and touch Grey on the forehead with the tip of her tongue. A gesture of devotion.

"Come," Mordari ordered, a desperate conviction in her voice.

Mordari hurried back down the hill and pulled Frontra aside where none could overhear. Dogra was curious and went to join them. Mordari warned her off.

"This is not for your hearing, Lady Gamtra," Mordari said.

"Something has happened. What is it?" Dogra asked.

Mordari took Frontra by the arm and walked down the valley toward the river, whispering intently. Frontra squared her shoulders. Dogra would not be put off, rushing to pull Mordari into the trees. Then the proud Lady Gamtra dropped to her knees before Mordari.

"I beg you, mistress, whatever it is. Accept me into your service," Dogra pleaded.

"You cannot know what you ask," Mordari warned.

Frontra came up, having heard the request. She also kneeled in submission to Mordari.

"Mistress, do not dismiss the Lady Gamtra. We need her. She alone has the authority to challenge Lord Kanatron," Frontra advised.

"You ask much," Mordari doubted.

"You question if Lady Gamtra can be trusted. I believe she can," Frontra said.

"Do you believe she will commit treason?" Mordari asked.

"Treason?" Dogra stuttered.

"A language we have learned to speak fluently. Do you still wish to help?" Mordari pressed.

"If it means helping Shalli and her people, I will not fail you," Dogra swore.

"By Sherra's Oath?" Mordari asked with a black stare.

"By Sherra's Oath," Dogra agreed without hesitation, a claw tapping her breast.

"Very well, let us consider what must be done. Know that our lives mean nothing. Freeing Ben is everything," Mordari proclaimed.

"Why, mistress? What brings this urgency?" Dogra asked.

Mordari looked to Frontra, who also had many questions, but Frontra needed no convincing. The veteran guard appeared ready to act regardless of the consequences.

"All is made clear to me," Mordari said, her eye-rings gravely curled. "Sherra has spoken so loudly even the deaf can hear. This warrior was killed at the Battle of Sol, yet here he lives again among our people, sent by Sherra to show us the true path. A teaching you advocated quite profoundly in your chronicle. A truth demonstrated by Baron Gamtro's prosperity. But this sacred wisdom has been repudiated by closed hearts. A shadow of blood cast upon Her blessing. A shadow that only blood may wash away."

"You perceive great significance in these happenings, priestess?" Frontra asked.

"It is no coincidence that I am called to this place at this time, nor chance that the Lady Gamtra brings me," Mordari explained. "The obligation has fallen upon us to free Ben from these chains. Free him to fulfill the destiny carved for him from the beginning."

"Destiny? I do not understand," Dogra said, feeling a chill.

"Then understand this. The creature you call Ben is the one spoken of in our prophecies. He who is sent to free us from darkness. That which was foretold will now be brought to pass. Strive boldly, my sisters, for the honor and glory of Sherra."

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By the time Lord Kanatron returned to Karak, six of Lady Gamtra's staff had flown in from Va'ragashant and taken over the headquarters. To the resentment of the guards, the ministry officials were searching records and compiling reports.

"What is this?" Kanatron asked, climbing the flagstone steps carrying his travel bag. The breezy wind was turning cold. Growing lean, Kanatron looked tired from the journey. Group Leader Amartro sat outside the front door, the hulking brute looking particularly displeased.

"Lady Gamtra and her young eggs," Amartro reported, eye-rings flat with anger. "Tread lightly, my Lord. They seek mischief."

"An investigation? Here?" Kanatron asked.

"Blue blood bleeds everywhere," Amartro replied, citing an old commoner's proverb.

Kanatron opened the door slowly, taking in the situation. Dogra was waiting for him.

"You have much to answer for, my Lord," Dogra said, disapproval in the bent of her eye-rings.

Kanatron stood in the doorway finding his files rifled and recorder access codes overridden. Dogra spoke sternly but her color was calm.

"Do not sell your chronicle of nonsense here, Lady Gamtra. I have acted within my rights," Kanatron protested.

"No one denies your authority over the food creatures. Where are your quarterly reports? Why are no production statistics on file? Why has Baron Gamtro's share of the dividends not been paid?" Dogra asked.

"We have tried," Kanatron said, finding himself in an argument he was unprepared for. "The quotas are high. The workers rioted. They tore up the ore tracks."

"The Ministry of Commerce is not interested in excuses, and Baron Gamtro requires payment of his fiefs," Dogra said. "Vistra, is this not so? Are there not serious irregularities?"

"You face charges of malfeasance, my Lord," Vistra said, the young secretary's eyes glaring with the sharp intelligence of her aristocratic breeding. "At the very least, you need to bring Baron Gamtro's accounts up to date from your personal funds."

"Funds? I have no funds. All went to bribe--that is, all went to compensate Governor Zenatro for this post," Kanatron protested.

Several staff members came and went showing Dogra reports on their portable globes. Dogra frowned at each new revelation, making Kanatron ever more nervous. He went to the long table where the reports were being compiled, trying to discover what the aggressive investigators were searching for.

"How can revenue be down sixty-eight percent?" Dogra asked. "Have resources been diverted into forbidden markets?"

"We have no forbidden markets. The food creatures caused this," Kanatron said. "Now that their leader is punished, the rest will work harder. When I kill that sow of his and eat the flesh of his spawn, all resistance will cease."

"The creatures you refer to are Ben and his mate, Shalli?" Vistra asked. "We have a file request on them."

"They are the property of Karak. Soon they will be the property of the pens," Kanatron swore, clicking his tongue with eagerness.

"That is the law," Vistra agreed.

"Bynatron, has Mordari reported her findings?" Dogra asked.

"Mordari comes now," Bynatron said, a tall blue-cheeked male noble training with Dogra's committee.

The young assistant declined to acknowledge Kanatron's presence, as did the other junior staff members. Kanatron remained subdued, fearing to make enemies among those who would someday hold high office.

Mordari entered the room wearing her brown, gold-trimmed robe, her haughty posture setting her apart from the others. She glanced at Kanatron with disdain, nor did she give much attention to Dogra's busy staff.

"You entered a protest on our report. Are you ready to explain?" Dogra asked.

"It is as I suspected," Mordari responded. "The food creature Ben is not of Akrona. The creature is likely a smuggler from Gorthan, or perhaps Rog. It may even be involved in espionage."

"Espionage?" Kanatron said.

"You pretend not to know?" Dogra questioned, turning on Kanatron. "Could it be you have ordered this creature's death to conceal your complicity? Is this where the missing funds have gone, diverted into black markets?"

"There may be an even more serious offense, Lady Gamtra," Mordari suggested.

"What offense? I am Sarden Leader in Governor Zenatro's service," Kanatron said.

"Then you accuse Zenatro of complicity in the conspiracy?" Vistra asked, holding the recording device up for his response.

"You cannot trick me. There is no crime. No conspiracy," Kanatron said, backing toward the door.

Bynatron blocked the exit, not that Kanatron was actually going to flee. But the inference appeared damning.

"If Ben is proven a spy, then he is a prisoner with valuable strategic information," Mordari informed.

"That would classify the creature as an enemy of the empire," Vistra said, adding the thought to her notes.

"By whose authority do you execute him? Only the Council of Warriors may order the execution of a state prisoner," Dogra asked.

"To presume such authority is treason," Vistra said, punching an entry on her recording globe with a deadly finality.

"Treason?" Kanatron whispered, sitting on a stool near the window.

"The spy must be placed under arrest, its health restored so it may be questioned by the Council investigators," Dogra demanded. "If it dies, all will assume you killed it to destroy evidence of collusion."

"It will be placed in a protected area. The healer of the food creatures will be summoned to revive it," Kanatron agreed, withering under the suspicious stares of Dogra's staff.

"It may be clever to let the mate visit," Mordari suggested. "Their discussions might reveal secrets."

"Opportunities to gain intelligence should not be overlooked," Vistra agreed.

"What is your opinion, Lord Kanatron?" Dogra asked.

"I have only been here two seasons. None of this is my fault," Kanatron pleaded.

"Then you have no objection?" Dogra asked.

"No, the visits will be authorized," Kanatron agreed.

"What about these production reports?" Vistra asked. "The figures are incomplete. Failure to meet quota will undermine work on the new cargo vessels requisitioned by the fleet. Should charges of malfeasance be filed?"

"As Lord Kanatron says, he has only held the duty two seasons. Perhaps the contrast between Baron Gamtro's methods and these new practices have created confusion. Is that possible?" Dogra asked.

"It is possible, my lady," Kanatron gratefully agreed.

"If given additional time, may the discrepancies be corrected?" Dogra asked. "If so, we may delay our report until the findings reflect better on your administration."

Kanatron looked out the window at the camp. At the bottom of the hill, he saw dozens of empty ore carts.

"There has been violence in the camps. Some workers choose death rather than work. Even with guard strength up to four squads, it is difficult to make progress," Kanatron complained.

"We will proceed with the indictments," Vistra said, opening a new file.

"Wait. Let me speak with Lord Kanatron," Mordari requested, raising a claw. Eye-rings of the younger staff members rose in curiosity, but none objected.

Mordari led Kanatron out the front door, glanced at Amartro firmly enough to make him retreat, and strolled down the brush-lined path where they could converse privately among a grove of evergreens.

"My philosophy is well known," Mordari said. "Even now, I go to answer charges of treason. Charges you may face as well, for it seems you have many enemies. Commoners such as we who challenge the Great Houses rarely prosper."

"My birth is not so low," Kanatron responded, his cheeks showing the faintest traces of blue.

"Do you know of Vistra's family? Or Korbatro's? Would you have Gretnar write a theater about you?"

"I only sought the prosperity that Baron Gamtro achieved."

"Sherra's blessings must be earned," Mordari cautioned, eye-rings bent in resolve. "If I can convince the slaves to work, what promises would be kept?"

"What would you want?" Kanatron asked.

"I have read Lady Gamtra's chronicle. It is a silly piece of foolishness, but it appears that modest rewards and a closing of the pens provide effective motivation."

"I have run this camp as all camps are run. As they have always been run," Kanatron protested.

"If that is your decision, then I will greet you again on Arikhan," Mordari said, turning to go back inside. "Bring a fur coat. The prisons are not heated."

"Hold, sister. Perhaps Baron Gamtro's methods may be used again, for a time, until production improves. Then the food creatures may be taught the lessons they deserve."

"What happens in the future is beyond my concern. Give Lady Gamtra a promise of four seasons. I will ask the food creatures to cooperate."

"I accept these terms, but the mate of the rebel chief must be exempted," Kanatron demanded. "I have sworn to eat the beating heart of her pup. Nothing will break my oath."

"This is a hard exemption. Let us keep it secret. After the pup is whelped, perhaps an accident will happen. So small an amount of meat should not be allowed to disturb production," Mordari advised.

"I like you, priestess. I thought you less practical regarding these lesser beings," Kanatron said, eye-rings relaxing.

"I was scout of the 44th Camp. First on the frontier, spear point of the 8th Regimental Segment. Now my calling is to strengthen the empire by reducing conflict within our borders. My philosophy advances this goal. But even I occasionally enjoy a taste of blood in my mort. Though these days, it must be non-sentient blood. I have an image to protect."

Mordari added a clicking sigh at the end of her sentence. Kanatron lashed his tongue in sympathy.

* * * * * *

As the afternoon grew late, the slaves in the compound saw half a dozen guards unchain their prisoner from the hillside and carry him down toward the maintenance shed at the southern end of the railroad tracks. They assumed he had died. When Black Hands was summoned by Amartro, none wanted her to go.

"I should accept," Black Hands decided.

"You should not," Clagg objected.

"Let's consider this carefully," Nole suggested.

The leaders stood near the old dock on the west side of the lake. Broken timber had been thrown up as a stockade. Many held staves, slings, and pickaxes.

"The safe conduct is brought by Frontra. She has never betrayed us," Black Hands replied.

"Frontra may be overruled," Jarten warned.

"The risk must be taken," Black Hands insisted. "If the masters would have secrets from Ben's spirit, we should know what they seek."

"Ben was always strange," Old Ravo remarked. "What secrets might remain now that he is dead?"

"He was a warrior. Warriors always have secrets, even in death," Black Hands said.

The leaders reluctantly agreed. Black Hands gave her medical bag to Myra so it could not be confiscated and walked toward the gate. Just as she reached Rabbit Camp, she was suddenly flanked by Frontra and Sub-leader Lynatro. Both were heavily armed. The day was cold, the late sun partially hidden by winter clouds. Beyond the gate, eight nervous guards watched for trouble.

"Is there something I should know?" Black Hands dared to ask in well-spoken Arikhan.

"Remain silent," Lynatro grunted, swinging his long arms as he walked. Frontra said nothing, careful not to reveal her thoughts.

They passed beneath the brick arch and went south. Lynatro departed for the headquarters, waving for his squad to stand down. Frontra placed a claw under Black Hands' elbow, hurrying her along.

"What is this?" Black Hands asked once they were alone.

"Have I been a friend?" Frontra said.

"Yes, mistress."

"Then have patience."

At the end of the tracks, Black Hands saw a mysterious brown-robed figure standing near the maintenance building.

"I will return later," Frontra said, suddenly turning back toward the camp headquarters.

"Frontra? Frontra? Where are you going?" Black Hands called, but Frontra did not respond. Black Hands paused, frightened but unwilling to show it.

"You are the healer," the stranger said, emerging from the shadows.

"I am Black Hands of the People," she answered, chin held high. The dark eyes glistened with defiance.

"Among my people, healers may have great power. Are you such?"

"The greatest power I have known died on Vulture Rock. I am but his shadow."

"You will serve my needs," Mordari concluded.

There was a footlocker set next to the door. When the top was opened, the healer realized the container was well-stocked with drugs and medical instruments.

"This is a rich bounty, mistress. What must I do to earn it?" Black Hands tentatively asked.

"You must not address me as mistress without knowing my name. I am Mordari."

"The Voice of Sherra?" Black Hands said, struggling to maintain her composure.

"Has my infamy reached so primitive a shore as Karak?"

"Great truths are hard to hide."

"Harder to hide from some than others," Mordari sighed. "The medicines will be delivered to your camp without obligation, but I would beg a favor."

"If you wish me to cut some secret from my brother's body, the answer is no. I will not desecrate his spirit."

"Come into the depot," Mordari urged.

The large door was pushed open, the iron hinges creaking. The old shed was poorly lit by streaks of daylight creeping through cracks in the woodwork. Oily tools hung on the walls, repair equipment littered the floor. There was a dank, musty smell.

Near the back wall, Black Hands saw Grey lying on straw, his collar chained to a pole. Two guards stood inside the doorway, looking bored with their assignment. Mordari motioned with a wave of her claw and the guards slowly filed out. They did not appear worried about an escape.

"You have a patient," Mordari instructed.

"Ben lives?" Black Hands said in surprise.

"I have done what I can. I am not a healer. Use the chest of medicines. He must be strong for the times ahead."

"Will there be times ahead, mistress? Is all not come to dust?"

Mordari placed her claws on the sides of the healer's head, staring deeply into her eyes. Black Hands felt great power in the gaze.

"Frontra says you were reborn once. Before long, you will be reborn again. Do not despair," Mordari counseled.

As Mordari departed back toward the compound, Black Hands pulled the medical chest inside and closed the door.

"Ben?"

"Who speaks?" Grey softly answered.

"Black Hands."

She knelt at his side, finding him stronger than expected. Creams were used to heal the cuts. Ointments soothed the squinting red eyes. She noticed his lips were stained with a moist green coloring.

"Shalli?"

"She is safe, for now. The masters know there will be no production if they kill everyone."

"They've killed enough."

"If Tak's murder had not led to revolt, another event would have. This is not your fault."

Grey suspected it might be true, though it didn't make him feel better.

"What does Nole intend?" he asked.

"No one knows what to do. Not Nole. Not Clagg. Even Old Ravo is afraid to offer his thoughts. What should we do?"

"Maybe Lady Gamtra has a plan."

"Why is Mordari here? Why would the Voice of Sherra take an interest in you?"

Grey looked to the door, wondering if their conversation was being overheard, but realized they were alone.

"There is something you should know," he whispered.

"About your past?" she guessed.

"Mordari and I have a history that goes back many years. To a war that was fought in another solar system. Save the secret deep in your heart. Perhaps one day the knowledge may help your people."

"Our people," Black Hands insisted.

"I don't know if that's true anymore. I'm not sure if it was ever true."

"Do you have a plan?"

"Not yet. But if I get the chance, the masters will regret the day they unchained me from that rock."

* * * * * *

An hour after Black Hands left the camp, the gates opened again and an Arikhan appeared garbed in the brown robes of a priestess. All were surprised when the unwelcome visitor entered the compound alone.

Sixteen hundred slaves were formed in groups but ready to scatter if the guards came forward with their energy weapons. Most were stationed in a crescent west of the lake near the cabin where Grey and Shalli once lived. A cabin that was now a burned-out shell. Timber had been erected for barricades at the edge of the woods, paths providing a retreat to the old mines if necessary.

Clagg, Nole, and the other camp leaders stood on a platform where they could see the south trail, ready to issue instructions. Barris paced near the lake with a steel knife in his hand, ready to kill the first Arikhan to come within reach. Nole had convinced him not to throw his life away after Tak's murder, but now that his best friend was dead, Barris was determined to die with Arikhan blood on his blade.

The lone Arikhan walked toward the gardens where Dogra had found Shalli earlier in the day. As darkness fell, torches were lit. Hundreds of curious people watched the stranger approach, looking toward the gate to see if armed guards were coming. The gates were closed.

"You were here before, with Lady Gamtra," Myra said, being the first to speak. She approached cautiously ahead of the men, anxious to avoid unnecessary violence. Mordari thought her quite brave.

"Your name?" Mordari asked.

"I am Myra of Ferret Camp, wife of Clagg."

"You may be my escort," Mordari said, taking her arm.

Mordari continued forward with Myra at her side until they stood among a large crowd, most armed with clubs and shovels, ready to kill if provoked.

The visitor paused, searching out the ground, and spied a fallen log that would allow her to address the throng. She looked to Myra for assistance, holding out her arm. Myra gave Mordari a boost without even thinking about it.

"You should not be here," someone in the crowd shouted.

"Leave while you still can," another threatened.

"I urge you to listen for just a moment, for I have traveled a great distance to meet your people," Mordari said, her voice loud but not shouting. "I have an important message for all of you."

"Who is the message from?" Nole asked.

"The message is from Sherra," Mordari answered.

Many drew back in fear. Even Barris momentarily withheld his knife.

Myra motioned for the crowd to make room, helping Mordari down and leading her to Shalli's burned-out house. The camp leaders stood together, Old Ravo holding Barris back from rash action.

Mordari stepped up on what was left of the stone porch, pausing as the crowd gathered.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Nole asked.

"My name is Mordari. I come to speak from this place, for it is holy ground," Mordari replied.

"Who?" someone from the back shouted.

"Mordari," Myra said, the name repeated throughout the crowd.

"The Voice of Sherra?" Lupet asked.

"Such cannot be," Sal whispered.

"I think it is," Hernet said.

The crowd murmured restlessly, pushing for a closer look with a mixture of anger and curiosity.

"Many have doubts, mistress," Myra nervously said, standing in front of Mordari trying to shield her from harm.

Mordari clicked her tongue with appreciation and gently moved Myra aside, positioning herself where all could see.

"Myra says many have doubts. That is as it should be," Mordari declared, raising her arms. "Look into your hearts, my children. Sherra's Truth is not hard to find."

"You have come far to speak with food creatures," Nole said, unsure what to think.

"I am Sherra's Voice. No distance is too great to share Her words," Mordari answered. "Where is Shalli?"

Kept safe by a crew of hardened miners, Shalli emerged from the crowd and stood before Mordari, her expression filled with fear.

Mordari folded back the hood of her robe, allowing all to see her commoner's brown skin, and waited for the crowd to grow quiet. She touched Shalli's forehead with the tip of her claw.

"Your husband lives," Mordari said, her black eyes shining in the torchlight. "Black Hands gives him food and medicine. You will be allowed to visit him. It is not his destiny to die in this place."

In an instant, Shalli dropped to her knees, followed by Myra and many others. The people murmured, sharing the words with those farther back that now encompassed most of the camps.

Shalli reached to take Mordari's claw. Mordari accepted the gesture. There was a sense of suspense as Mordari stood tall among the kneeling people and lit torches. All seemed to acknowledge some degree of homage except Barris.

"Listen to me now, for it is Sherra's voice that speaks," Mordari said loudly enough for all to hear. "Much have you suffered due to blindness and closed hearts. The suffering is not over. Not all will know blessed days, but do not give up hope. The liberator of your legends is coming. Await the arrival of Akeem."

Barris lowered the knife. Many shivered from the enormity of the moment.

"How may we serve you, mistress?" Myra asked.

"I would speak with your leaders," Mordari said.

A few minutes later, in the rubble of Shalli's home, Mordari sat in council with ten camp leaders. Mordari sought to explain the terms of Kanatron's offer, and the importance of accepting them.

"You must put Kanatron at ease. Give us time," Mordari urged.

"Can you tell us of Akeem?" Nole asked.

"I may say no more," Mordari apologized.

"You ask much, priestess," Old Ravo said.

"Trust is not easy. There is no reason it should be. Have faith. Though the Arikhan know Akeem by a different name, our prophecies also speak of one sent to free us from darkness. For this reason I am raised to Sherra's calling, and in Her vision will the martyrs of Karak live in eternal glory. It is not for us to question Her divine plan, I only plead that those who are your friends be allowed to act."

"We will take all into consideration," Nole promised.

Mordari stood up and left the building, pausing on the porch where crowds were watching. Well-practiced at her calling, she waited for silence before speaking.

"Be patient, my children. The day of liberation is not today or tomorrow, but it comes as surely as the morning sun and evening moons. Abide not in despair, for Sherra holds you dearly in her heart," Mordari declared.

Mordari walked toward the main gate accompanied by Myra and Pie, the crowds parting for her in waves. The leaders retreated to a canvas tent hidden in the woods, speaking far into the night. The imminent danger posed by Kanatron, and the hope inspired by Mordari, were hard to reconcile.

Black Hands returned the next morning escorted by Lynatro and a squad of armed guards. Nole and Clagg met them at the gate, the remaining leaders staying back with the people in case of treachery. Beyond the shimmering force-field fence, Group Leader Amartro was seen standing on the troop carrier, keeping clear of the proceedings, for his presence would only incite trouble.

Just a few yards from the gatehouse, the slaves stood on one side of the yellow line, the Arikhan on the other. Nole noticed a strange young Arikhan female standing next to Lynatro, her cheekbones bluer than any he'd seen except for Lady Gamtra. She was finely dressed in a jungle green uniform and tall black boots.

"Have you made a decision?" Lynatro inquired with a grunt, eye-rings bent in displeasure. The guard looked fatigued from a lack of sleep. His blue-dyed leather jacket was stained.

"How do we know Kanatron will keep his word?" Clagg asked.

"Lord Kanatron," Lynatro corrected.

"Not our lord," Clagg replied.

"Lady Gamtra and her committee stand witness," Vistra said, stepping forward. She waved a delicate claw, her fine webbing lifting slightly above her ear slits. Her reddish brown eyes danced with cautious curiosity.

"You are Lady Gamtra's secretary?" Nole perceptively asked.

"I am Vistra, Countess of Alan' Tay. A servant of Lady Gamtra's committee. My father and Lord Gamtro share an ancestral spirit."

"Lord Gamtro was our friend," Clagg said.

"Lord Gamtro is a treasured member of my family," Vistra responded.

Clagg and Nole glanced at each other. They might not have believed Lynatro. A blue-blooded aristocrat was another matter.

"Production will resume," Nole agreed.

Several of the guards noticeably relaxed. Nole sensed the failure to meet quotas had them under great stress.

"Lord Kanatron expects no less, for much of the season has been wasted," Lynatro said, anxious to assert his authority. "And now Shalli must come with us."

"No. Kanatron's malice is well known," Clagg refused.

"She will return in safety, as promised," Lynatro said, insulted by the questioning of his honor. Shalli shied back until she saw Frontra waiting outside the gate. Vistra raised her eye-rings with reassurance.

"I will go," Shalli decided.

Frontra took custody at the gatehouse and walked Shalli up the tracks toward the maintenance shed. Three guards were on duty, two near empty ore tenders and a third at the door. Frontra's posture was stiff as she took Shalli inside, never saying a word. Mordari was waiting for them.

"He is weak but undamaged," Mordari said. "Special foods are ordered from Va'ragashant."

Grey sat cross-legged on the floor, weary but alert, his hands shackled and a chain around his neck. Someone had dressed him in a rough woolen tunic and long trousers. He struggled to his knees as Shalli rushed to hug him.

"Everyone thought you were dead," Shalli cried.

"That happens to me a lot," Grey replied, relieved to see her well. "Thank you, Mordari. We owe you a great debt."

"I have little to risk. Many think me guilty of heresy. After the trial, it will be confirmed. It is Lady Gamtra who deserves your praise. She gambles all on your behalf."

"I have cursed your people. Can you forgive me, mistress?" Shalli asked.

"If my people are cursed, it is Sherra's Will. Forgiveness will come when it is truly earned," Mordari answered, eye-rings reverently dipped.

"What happens next?" Grey asked.

"Lady Gamtra's plans are unknown to me, but she is much determined," Mordari said. "Now that you are a prisoner of the empire, Kanatron's authority over you is weakened. Gamtra's staff believes you will be transferred to Arikhan, there to face a military tribunal. I fear Shalli faces more immediate peril."

"Our world is destroyed, priestess. Each new day is a gift," Shalli said, standing on her toes to give Mordari a kiss on the cheek. Mordari was not flustered as Dogra had been. Grey assumed she had been kissed by humans before.

"Enjoy this time together, for the future is full of danger," Mordari advised, leaving them alone.

"All the camps are proud of you, my husband," Shalli said, snuggling close.

"They have little cause to be. For too long I sought cooperation with the masters. All it brought was death. To Tak. To her babies. To a hundred others. All I've struggled for has failed."

"There is no longer dissension between the camps. Tak is avenged. And a truce is negotiated until the day you bring our people freedom," Shalli said.

"Freedom?" Grey asked.

"Mordari has brought word of a vision. She would not explain, but I needed no explanation. You are Akeem, my husband, the liberator of our people."

Grey looked out a narrow window toward the compound several hundred yards away.

"You don't seem surprised," Shalli said.

"I've never been lucky," he answered.

* * * * * *

At midday, Frontra took Shalli from the maintenance shed, still declining to speak with her. The guards exchanged bent eye-rings as Shalli passed, but she ignored them. They walked along the tracks until reaching the train station, then up the steps to the old headquarters perched on the hill. The main room still held Dogra's staff, though the work was less frenzied.

All in the room stopped to look at Shalli, their expressions searching. Shalli wondered if they had ever seen a living food creature before, remembering Dogra's stories about their homeworld. One of the youngest approached to greet her.

"I am Livy, second secretary to the Lady Gamtra," an elegantly attired alien said. "We are pleased to meet you. We wish you well."

"Thank you," Shalli said, sensing the greeting was sincerely spoken. Though why this group of important administrators would give her a second thought was a complete mystery. A moment later, Dogra came down the stairs from the upper room.

"My companions, this is Shalli, whom you have read about," Dogra introduced. "Shalli, these are my associates on the Committee of Commerce. They are helping me repair the damage caused by that fool Kanatron. Though they are not followers of Mordari, all believe relations between our peoples can be better. You deserve much credit for teaching this lesson."

"Me? I am no one special," Shalli said, her Arikhan adequately pronounced.

Dogra's staff approved of her modesty. Shalli felt admired by them.

"Come, child, we must speak," Dogra said, taking Shalli upstairs.

The room was no longer the lovely vacation suite it had been six months before. Kanatron had used it for a barracks, replacing the large nest with pads of straw. Dogra made Shalli sit down on a mat before bringing her hot broth and a plate of roasted duck.

"You should not be so thin this late with child," Dogra lectured.

"Winter is a hard time, mistress. Especially with our crops burned," Shalli answered. She immediately regretted the rebuke, setting the bowl aside and putting her forehead to the floor in submission. Dogra noticed Shalli trembling.

"An apology is called for," Dogra murmured.

"Please forgive me, mistress," Shalli begged, her voice choking on a sob.

"You do not understand, dear heart. I am the one who apologizes," Dogra said, drawing Shalli into her lap. "Eat more of the broth. It has special ingredients to give you strength."

"Thank you, mistress," Shalli appreciated, her hands still shaking.

"Dogra," Dogra insisted, peeling a piece of wing and feeding it to her.

"Thank you, Dogra," Shalli corrected, fear still in her eyes.

Dogra stroked Shalli's long dirty hair and sniffed her shoulder. The human was not bathing regularly. The meat was not robust.

"When we left here, Baron Gamtro was seriously injured. We returned to our estate on Arikhan where it took several moons for his health to stabilize. We were visited by dignitaries, given honors, and I wrote a chronicle that received high praise. Then I was offered a new post and gained leadership of a committee," Dogra explained.

"The Baron and I made attempts to contact Akrona, but we only received a few official replies from Governor Zenatro. We should have tried harder, Shalli. We should have made sure all was well. I will never forgive myself for what has happened. When Baron Gamtro learns how your people have been mistreated, he will be outraged. Those responsible will be held to account, but that will not return those you have lost. Or the trust. Please forgive us."

Shalli didn't know what to say. An explanation was unexpected.

"Have you ever seen one of these?" Dogra asked, showing her a reading globe.

"It's a recorder. Ben used one for keeping records until Amartro wanted to confiscate it. Ben gave it back, but not until a big rock accidentally broke it," Shalli said, trying not to smile.

"We use recorders for viewing images and words," Dogra said. "I wrote a chronicle after returning home. A story about you. Millions of my people have read it. Millions more will read it. That is why my staff is so interested."

"I do not understand, mistress. Why would you make words about me? Why would anyone read them?" Shalli asked.

"Come here, my lovely innocent," Dogra said, pulling Shalli against her breast. "Let me pretend you are my egg, like we did once before. Know that I love you."

Shalli snuggled warmly in Dogra's arms, tears running down her face.

"I am sorry I spoke so meanly to you," Shalli sighed.

"I know. Now rest quietly. My committee can only be here a few days. We will take testimony. Compile records. I will write another chronicle, and this time it will not be an egg's tale. The truths will be hard, but they will be heard. I want you to get strong. And I will do whatever is necessary to get you out of this terrible place."

"It does not matter what happens to me," Shalli replied. "If not for Baron Gamtro, all of Ferret Camp would have gone to the pens years ago. If you can do anything, help my husband. Only he can save my people. And if you can, make my baby live in freedom."

Dogra held Shalli in her arms, praying for a way to make her wish come true.

* * * * * *

Five days later, the train station was active with Dogra's staff loading their equipment. None would miss life at Karak, the major disagreement being who was worse, the angry slaves or the brutal guards. All agreed that Shalli was everything Lady Gamtra's chronicle had claimed. Each had taken time to speak with her, coming away as enchanted as Dogra had been. Lady Gamtra's chronicles would not be the only ones written.

Early in the morning, after a final visit with Dogra, Mordari walked with Shalli back to the compound. Two armed guards lagged behind, watchful but less worried than they had been a few days earlier. Women had returned to the gardens, and the sound of mining activity echoed off the mountain.

"Your husband will not be transferred to Arikhan until the military sends a warship. None yet suspect who he once was," Mordari softly told her.

"I do not understand, priestess. My husband was a warrior on another world. Is that so uncommon?" Shalli asked.

"No, but your husband is. He will be a subject of much interest by the Council of Warriors once his true identity is established."

"What will they do?"

"Patience, Shalli dear. Most only know your husband as Ben, a slave of Akrona. That is for the best," Mordari answered as they reached the gate.

The guards allowed them through without question. Mordari and Shalli had made many trips from the camp and no mere guard cared to question the Voice of Sherra, regardless of their personal opinions.

"Lady Gamtra is quite upset she could not free you from this camp," Mordari said. "She tried all, even bribery. Kanatron is indeed a vengeful spirit."

"I will not let them have my baby. Tak fought to the end to protect her twins. I will, too," Shalli said, her hands around her belly.

"It takes courage to strive in times of great risk," Mordari advised. She looked around, made sure they were well within the compound away from prying eyes, and handed Shalli a large wicker basket.

"More food? Lady Gamtra would make me fat," Shalli said.

"This is not food, dear. It is hope," Mordari replied, opening the basket cover. Inside was a fully charged energy pistol and extra power packs. Shalli tried not to stare as Mordari closed the lid.

"The train leaves this afternoon," Mordari informed. "Lady Gamtra and I fly to Va'ragashant in the morning with Kanatron. When Frontra comes for you at dusk, bring the warmest clothes you have. And winter clothes for Ben. We will have food and equipment ready. When Frontra leaves to file her report, kill the guards and free your husband. Flee into the mountains."

Shalli was dumbfounded. Never had she imagined that one Arikhan would instruct her to kill another. Nor was Shalli sure she could do it.

They came to the southern gardens where several women were planting seedlings. Court was among them, a rage in her eyes from which Mordari was not immune. Shalli saw Barris approach and grew afraid, standing in front of Mordari to protect her. Barris stopped just a few yards short, a hand poised on the knife in his belt. Nole and Clagg ran up to prevent trouble, but Barris pushed Nole away.

"You should not roam freely in our camp. You might get hurt," Barris warned.

"Not while I have you to stand beside me, Barris," Mordari said, stepping past Shalli to take Barris by the arm. "I had a dream of you last night. A most powerful dream."

"You do not know me. I do not talk to Kanatron's spies," Barris said.

"You are the friend of Ben. His closest friend," Mordari answered.

"I am his brother, now and forever. He killed the monsters who murdered my wife and children. He taught us to fight."

Mordari put her claws against the sides of his head, staring deeply into the fierce brown eyes with a mesmerizing gaze. Barris felt the energy of her touch. There was no fear in Mordari's eyes. None. Not of him. Not of anything. Barris was forced to wonder if the alien really was one with the gods.

"Ben will need such brothers in the difficult times ahead," Mordari advised. "Be true to him always. You believe yourself rash. You think Ben keeps your balance. This is false. You are the balance."

A dozen people gathered around. Shalli, Myra, and Clagg. Garn and Pie. Turk, Byrne, and Keep. Even Court. But none were more interested than Barris. Mordari looked for a place to sit and was provided with a tree stump.

"There is something I might say, but much discretion is required," Mordari hinted, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Shalli, are there any here who would betray your husband?"

"All are family, priestess," Shalli assured her.

"Would you hear my words, Barris? And Court, you who have been so dreadfully wronged. Will you open your heart?" Mordari asked.

"I will hear your words," Barris agreed.

Court sat down, frowning but willing to listen. Nole put an arm around her shoulders. Clagg went to hold Myra.

"I first met Ben nearly twenty years ago on the moon of another planet," Mordari explained. "I was scout of the 44th Camp, the most honored advance guard in our service. Ben was soon to be leader of the planet's resistance, though he kept that secret. We were enemies, and in a strange way, companions on a journey.

"Along with my partner, Ryndari, Ben and I traveled together. We shared meals. Became drunk on mauck. Exchanged thoughts. And sometimes we fought, for above all else, we were opponents in a great struggle between two civilizations. The Arikhan, old and set in our ways, unbelieving of defeat. And Ben's people, young and strong, unwilling to contemplate surrender. I saved Ben's life several times. On several occasions, he saved mine.

"Then the day came that Ryndari discovered Ben had played us falsely. They fought, and when Ben slew Ryndari, I hated him for it. But as the years passed, I came to see Ryndari had been given a warrior's death, and that no great cause can be waged without sacrifice.

"In the final battle of our war, Ben surrendered his life to save his world. Deeply have his people mourned his loss, for he had a wife and many friends. In time, I also mourned. Long have I sought Sherra's wisdom to understand the order of Her universe. The search for Her truth has led me here."

Mordari paused, her brown cheeks turning gray as her shoulders sagged. The black eyes stared as if in a trance. It appeared the speech was taking a toll on her, as if Sherra herself was using Mordari as a vessel to express her thoughts. Even Barris and Court were awed by the experience.

"Listen now, for you have become his people. In this you have gained a sacred responsibility. Know that Ben is more audacious than any of you may imagine. He will do anything to defend those he loves. Anything to achieve a goal he holds necessary. But there are times he does not see the true path. Times he is consumed by failures of perfection, for the mentors of his youth were exacting in their demands. I charge you not just to serve him, but to be his center. He will need your strength.

"Though she has not shared her thoughts with me, I sense that Shalli has guessed why Ben stands so greatly in my thoughts. Shalli, you are not wrong. Share this secret with those you trust most deeply, but no one else. In your heart, you hold the fate of worlds."

Mordari paused again, her voice growing weaker. Shalli went to keep her steady, quickly joined by Myra. All were breathless with anticipation.

"I have a message for Barris," Mordari finally said, holding out a claw to touch his arm. "My people have believed that only we travel to the Great Nestings after death, there to celebrate eternal blessings. I have always thought this true, even after living on another world and communing with their powerful gods. I was mistaken. I now understand that eternal blessings belong to all, and I truly believe, beyond all possible error, that Tak is called as messenger to sit at Sherra's feet. Do not hurry to meet her, Barris. You have much to do, and Tak is proud of you.

"Court, mother of this sacred spirit, do not despair. Hold patience close to your heart, for it is Sherra's will to grant you the greatest of all gifts."

Suddenly Mordari stood up, glanced around at her surroundings, and slowly walked away, her stride graceful.

"I have never known a creature like her," Barris said, watching Mordari disappear into the darkness.

"Look," Shalli whispered, opening the basket.

Barris saw the weapon and glanced to Shalli for the meaning.

"Mordari has arranged for me to escape tonight. With Ben," Shalli explained. "We'll go into the mountains where my baby will be born in freedom."

"Mordari does this?" Barris quietly said.

"She is very brave," Shalli answered, taking Barris by the arm. "Tomorrow she travels home, there to stand trial. They may even execute her. But Mordari will not be silenced. She says Sherra has decided to act. I don't know what it means, but I'm frightened."

"I wanted to kill all the masters, but how can I hate Mordari, who offers her life for our people?" Barris questioned. "Ben is right. Ben is always right. We may not judge all masters because some are evil. Marne was evil, too. Do you think Mordari's words are true? Does Tak sit with Sherra?"

"Mordari is Sherra's voice. That's why so many fear her," Shalli replied. "If she says Tak sits at Sherra's feet, then you know it's true. There's also the secret she spoke of. A very dangerous secret."

* * * * * *

Chapter Ten

A FINAL MESSAGE

Just before sunset, Shalli gathered up her warmest clothing. Clagg worked on putting together things Grey would need, including the black thermal suit Gamtro had given him years before. Myra held three-year-old Bern in her lap while having young Garn gather sleeping furs. Everyone was sad to see Shalli going, believing they would never see her again.

"There is something more," Myra said as she helped Shalli pack.

"Yes, Myra?" Shalli asked.

"Clagg and I have talked. We want Garn to go with you," Myra said.

"Garn? With us to the mountains?" Shalli questioned.

Garn came forward, a backpack slung over his slender shoulders, his dark brown eyes filled with apprehension. Though already close to Shalli's height, he seemed small by the light of the campfire. He shared the wide, soft-brown face of his mother, and the curly auburn hair of his father. His arms and legs were long, the body thin with youth.

"We don't know what will happen here," Clagg said. "We don't know what will happen to Ferret Camp when the truce ends. Garn is nine now. Strong for his age. This is his best chance to be free. If Bern wasn't so young, and if you weren't so heavy with child, we'd send him, too."

"I want my nephew to be free, but this will be dangerous. I'm afraid of what might happen," Shalli said.

"We're all afraid," Myra replied, giving Shalli a hug.

They looked toward the eastern trail and saw Frontra coming, the only guard who dared walk alone among the slaves. All knew it was for the last time. Frontra would be leaving in the morning, her replacement having finally arrived.

"Garn will go with Shalli," Myra said the moment Frontra entered the camp. Frontra looked at the faces around her. She could smell the fear.

"Garn, would you like to take a walk?" Frontra asked, extending her claw.

"Thank you, mistress," Garn said, taking a final moment to hug his parents.

"Remember us," Myra said, unsuccessfully holding back tears.

"Do what Shalli and Ben tell you," Clagg ordered.

"I won't forget," Garn assured his father.

"Frontra, we thank you. We thank you for many years of being our friend. None here are blind to that which lies in your heart," Clagg said, tall enough to stand eye to eye with the big Arikhan.

"Perhaps one day we will meet again," Frontra said. "I have heard of a former guard who feels as I do. He bought a ranch on the western peninsula and purchases slaves to work it. His ranch has no chains or pens, and the prosperity is shared by all."

Shalli gave her camp tearful hugs and let Frontra carry her pack as they started for the gate. Frontra slowed her pace so Shalli would not need to struggle, taking a look at the gardens in the moonlight.

"What does Garn know?" Frontra asked.

"Only that we go on a journey," Shalli replied.

"Let no more be said. Be brave. Do what must be done. Is that Mordari's basket?"

Shalli nodded, not sure if Frontra knew the contents.

"Allow me to carry it," Frontra said, straightening her shoulders.

The guards did a light search of the slaves as they exited the compound, holding too much contempt for food creatures to believe a pregnant woman and a child dangerous. Frontra almost wished she had let Garn carry the basket just to teach the arrogant fools a lesson. They went slowly up the tracks where several ore tenders were waiting for repair. The maintenance shed was off to the right, two guards near the front door and another inside.

"Greetings, Nartro. The food creatures bring travel wear for the prisoner in accordance with Lord Kanatron's orders," Frontra said, exaggerating the instructions.

"I thought you did not consider them food creatures," Nartro responded, a stocky veteran bored with his duties.

"They are what they are. The laws of nature do not change," Frontra replied.

Nartro raised an eye-ring in agreement, looking at the succulent food creatures with longing. Particularly the young calf meat in Shalli's extended girth.

As Frontra backed away, Shalli and Garn entered the old shed, finding Grey still chained to a post in the far corner. A guard stood a few meters away, tall with long arms and a narrow face, a Contingent badge on his shoulder. It was Farlatro, one of Amartro's most hated minions.

"Stay behind me," Shalli whispered to Garn.

There was only one dim fluorescent light hanging from the high ceiling, leaving Grey sitting in shadow. The guard was easier to see. As Shalli approached, he gave her a hungry stare, knowing Kanatron's plans. And sure Garn could be added to the menu.

"You must be searched. Strip off your false hide. Remove everything," Farlatro ordered, eye-rings bent in expectation.

Shalli made a motion to remove her heavy bearskin coat, but pulled out the energy pistol instead, a trim metallic weapon with a trigger button on the handle. Farlatro was initially startled, but quickly regained composure.

"Release my husband," Shalli demanded, aiming the weapon's stem without precision.

The guard could have drawn his pistol, but decided to pull his hunting knife instead. Grey stood up and strained against the chain.

"I will have a taste before surrendering you to Lord Kanatron," Farlatro said, stepping directly under the dim light.

Shalli pressed the button on the blaster's grip with her thumb, firing the weapon. A bolt of red hot energy passed a meter to the right of the Arikhan's head. She fired again, shooting high and to the left. Her hands were shaking. Instead of firing a third time, she started to back up. Farlatro was excited by the panic in the food creature's eyes. Sharp yellow fangs emerged beneath the thin upper lip.

"No longer do I need permission to taste the rebel sow's blood, though raw meat is not always the best. The filth in your belly I save for Lord Kanatron," he said, slowly advancing.

A second later, Farlatro's eager expression disappeared, replaced by a stunned look. Shalli cried out as an explosive pellet shot over her shoulder from behind, the steel ball passing so close to her head that she felt the pressure against her ear. The pellet struck the guard dead center in the chest. He clutched at the wound, uncomprehending, then weakly reached for his pistol.

Shalli dropped to the floor as a second shot tore into the guard's throat. He fell to his knees clutching at his neck, blood spurting from his windpipe, and finally toppled over, dying with a final twitch of quivering eye-rings. Shalli turned to see Frontra standing near Garn, a pistol in her claw. If Frontra had strong emotions about killing one of her own kind, she didn't display them.

"Thank you, mistress," Shalli whispered.

"Hurry," Frontra urged, disappearing out the door.

Grey was already digging in the guard's belt for the key. The moment he was free of the chain, he picked up the hunting knife and motioned for Garn to stay quiet. Garn nodded. He had been afraid at first, but not anymore. Grey gave Shalli a quick but passionate kiss.

"Have our supplies ready to go," Grey said in a hushed tone, slipping out the door.

Shalli hurried to gather the extra backpack Mordari had mentioned, finding condensed food rations and heat lamps. She let Garn carry the energy pistol.

Hardly a minute later, Grey returned dragging a dead guard, the hunting knife streaked with Arikhan blood. Shalli and Garn saw the guard's throat had been slashed all the way to the spine. Grey took their weapons and hid both bodies behind a stack of rails.

"Where's Nartro?" Shalli asked.

"I don't know. Maybe he left with Frontra," Grey guessed.

"Clagg and Myra want Garn to come with us," Shalli announced.

"I'm glad they did," Grey responded, giving his nephew a hug.

They went out the side door wrapped in their bear coats and turned south. Within minutes, they had climbed over a low ridge and passed through a timber yard where logging operations would make tracking difficult. Having worked in the area for years, Grey knew the trails even in the darkness.

* * * * * *

Frontra walked with Nartro back to the camp headquarters, leaving him at the bottom of the steps. She went up the stairs slowly, looking south for signs of trouble. The area appeared quiet, dark but for a few dim lamps. The cold night would keep the sentries indoors.

With Dogra's committee having returned to the capital by train, the main room was once again being used by Kanatron's senior staff. Some watched the communications globe while others prepared food in the kitchen. Many were resting and staying warm. Frontra went into the rear office where Kanatron and Dogra were in conference, a bottle of fine bruno on the desk. Group Leader Amartro sat on a stool in the corner.

"Travel wear is being delivered to the prisoner as ordered," Frontra reported.

"Are you packed for departure?" Dogra asked.

"Yes, my Lady. We keep few possessions here at camp. The company agent will forward my assets when I find resettlement," Frontra explained.

"Lord Kanatron suggests we take the prisoner with us in the morning. Have you an opinion?" Dogra requested.

"The prisoner is dangerous, well-schooled in combat by a blood thirsty culture. A squad would be preferable, but four guards will suffice if you keep him chained," Frontra answered.

"You rate this creature too highly," Amartro complained, leaning back on his stool. "If we lash the thing often enough, it will give us no trouble."

Dogra looked to Kanatron, who appeared unsure. Amartro squared his shoulders, confidently clicking his tongue. Frontra noticed he had not been invited to share Kanatron's bruno, holding a goblet of mauck instead.

"Amartro knows these animals better than I. His advice will be respected," Kanatron said.

"If you say beatings make the creature manageable, that will be sufficient," Dogra gracefully conceded. "By law, the prisoner remains your responsibility until the formal transfer takes place in Va'ragashant. I have reported as much to the Ministry, crediting you with its capture."

"Thank you, Lady Gamtra," Kanatron appreciated.

Amartro stood up, gazed out the south window for a moment, and set his goblet aside.

"I have duties," Amartro announced, suddenly leaving without permission. Frontra offered a final salute and quickly followed.

"Your Group Leader shows little respect," Dogra observed once they were alone.

"I do not trust him," Kanatron confided, his tongue curling.

"Has he plotted against you?"

"What do you mean?" Kanatron asked, eye-rings going up.

"The slaves were productive until Amartro killed Tak and stole her babies. Did he deliberately provoke the workers to undermine your administration?"

Kanatron rose from the stool, glanced into the empty hall, and drew Dogra to an outside balcony. It was a dark night, the clouds hanging heavy in the western sky.

"You are much in secrecy, my Lord," Dogra said.

"Before entering my service, Amartro served the Contingent. He may be conspiring with my enemies. If the camp continues to fail quota, Zenatro may revoke my commission while keeping the fees I used to secure this post."

"Did Amartro abolish the accords that Lord Gamtro used to motivate the camps?"

"No, that was my decision."

"Your decision was ill-advised," Dogra sighed, eye-rings bent in rebuke.

"I was within my rights," Kanatron insisted.

"My Lord, the Ministry of Commerce is preparing contracts for a new generation of cargo ships," she said, offering confidential information. "Contracts that require Akronium. Eighty percent of all Akronium is mined at Karak. What will Governor Zenatro say when the contracts cannot be filled? What of his lieutenants, who will not receive bonuses? What will every factory manager on Akrona think when their plants remain idle? Do you think they will be impressed that you incited insurrection merely to exercise your rights?"

"What should I do, great lady?" he begged, head bent in submission.

"Maintain what relations you can with the slaves. Ensure the Akronium supply. By next year, you may receive a promotion. Then these problems will be left for another to resolve."

"You are indeed wise, countess. It will be as you say. What of Amartro?"

"The one called Ben has sworn to rip Amartro's heart from his chest," Dogra said. "Maybe you will get lucky."

* * * * * *

"I can't see the trail," Shalli worried, the moon obscured by drifting clouds.

"We know the way," Grey answered, putting a hand on Garn's shoulder.

"The buffalo pens were down this canyon," Garn said, leading the way. "We can follow the brook to the low pastures."

"There's a river flowing south toward the lakes. We should reach the first tributary before dawn," Grey mentioned.

They walked briskly on the well-beaten path, being careful not to stumble. Large tree branches loomed overhead, creating deep shadows. The air was frosty but not uncomfortable. The hoot of a night owl was heard in the distance.

"There is someone up ahead," Garn warned, coming to a halt.

Grey put Shalli behind him as they approached slowly. The stocky intruder was alone, blocking the path with arms crossed. It was an Arikhan.

"Greetings, food creatures," Amartro said, emerging from the darkness into soft moonlight. He was wearing light armor, a sidearm holstered on his hip.

"You are far from camp, Group Leader," Grey said, drawing one of the stolen pistols he'd taken from Farlatro's body.

"Not so far that a shot will not echo off the hills," Amartro replied, drawing his own weapon.

"I may shoot anyway," Grey threatened.

"You are too sly," Amartro responded.

"Why don't you fire?" Grey asked.

"You will make a better prize taken alive, now that I have discovered your secret. Much will be my rewards. Perhaps I will even gain command of Karak, with that corrupt fool removed."

"You are much in power," Grey agreed, putting the pistol back in the holster. Then he drew the hunting knife taken from the dead guard.

"You make the game interesting," Amartro said, holstering his own weapon and drawing a sharp blade.

"Ben, don't. Amartro is too strong," Shalli said, grabbing his arm.

"Amartro is strong, and braver than I thought," Grey replied. "Braver than when he stole babies from a defenseless woman. What secret inspires such courage?"

"I remember you now. From many years ago. You are the spy brought from the Link, found in the alien suit. While you were held in Contingent custody, Commander Cordaris questioned you. When he could gain no information, he sent you to these mines."

"Such is commonly known," Grey lied.

"Commonly known among traitors. I have watched the conspiracy between Lady Gamtra and the heretic. Frontra betrays us, too. All will face retribution once their treason is exposed."

"Shalli and Garn know nothing of this. I will send them away while we bargain."

"I seek no bargains."

"We have business to discuss," Grey calmly insisted. "Garn, show Shalli the way to the pasture. I will meet you at the great tree that was struck by lightning."

"We will not leave you, husband," Shalli said.

"You will do as I say," Grey ordered. "Leave now. Do not look back."

"Come, Shalli. We must obey Akeem," Garn said, dragging her off.

Shalli resisted for a moment, and then reluctantly complied. Grey and Amartro stood in silence until they were gone.

"Akeem? You are much exalted," Amartro sneered.

"What does the superior race know of Akeem?"

Amartro pondered the question, studying Grey with a dubious eye. At first he thought the food creature was feigning ignorance, but after a moment of reflection, he clicked his tongue softly.

"You truly are a barbarian," he said.

"You are not a font of enlightenment."

"This is the heretic's doing. She gives inspiration to the slaves, telling them their liberator has arrived. Perhaps this plot is larger than I suspected."

"Are three escaped slaves such a threat to the empire?"

"I am not so dull as you believe. The heretic spreads a dangerous philosophy, abetted by Gamtra and her chronicle of weakness. I suspect now that even Lord Gamtro seeks advantage by destroying our sacred traditions. Do not think to benefit from their schemes."

"The night grows late. My absence will soon be noticed."

"Why do you think I let you escape? Much will be the humiliation of Kanatron. Even Zenatro will not be able to justify such incompetence. When he turns to the Contingent for support, Cordaris will grant me many rewards."

"It is a clever plan. Is this why you brought death to these camps? To bring down Kanatron?"

"There was no plan. It is the natural order for slaves to serve their masters, and when that service is complete, to provide food for the pens. Your resistance merely provided an opportunity."

"You practice a cruel philosophy."

"I will not kill you. When you are taken to Va'ragashant in chains, I will bask in honor."

"I would make a worthy prize," Grey agreed.

* * * * * *

On their final night in Karak, knowing they may soon be separated forever, Dogra rested with Mordari in the conductor's lounge near the train station. A furnace kept the room warm despite Mordari's insistence on leaving the door partially open.

"What troubles you?" Mordari asked.

Dogra stared out the window toward the slave camp. A few fires burned in the distance. The sense of danger was fading.

"Priestess, during his years in this camp, Ben struggled not to fight his masters. Do you believe he will fight now? Even though he has Shalli and the youngling to care for? Would Ben not be wiser to seek a quiet refuge deep in the forest?"

"Wise? Without doubt it would be wiser, for the greater wisdom lies in peace. But I believe it is his nature to fight," Mordari replied. "Solets do not abandon their young, nor does a vvleen return to the nest hungry. The one you call Ben may choose to be quiet for a time, but someday he will return to the stars. Akrona is not the only conquered world that requires hope. That is why I kept one secret from him."

"A secret I should know?" Dogra asked.

Mordari dwelled on her question, knowing it was more of a demand than a request.

"Perhaps someone should know, but not now. There is much to accomplish."

"Can it be so grave?"

"Who can say what might change our destinies?"

"I have given all, priestess. Please do not deny me."

Mordari glanced again out the window before speaking.

"Ben has a daughter he does not know of. On Sol. She is a lovely, intelligent child, but without a father. The world of the Sol creatures is a dangerous place, filled with rivalries and betrayal. If Ben knew of his lost daughter, he would not rest until he believed her safe."

"He is stubborn beyond forbearance," Dogra agreed, clicking her tongue with impatience. "But he is also a creature of high obligation. I do not believe this knowledge would deter him from his destiny, if he truly has such a calling."

There was a presence at the door. A guard was standing in the shadows, holding a box.

"Enter," Dogra said.

The husky commoner, wearing a thick covering to protect from the cold, hesitantly stepped forward to place a metal storage container on the table.

"There was a disturbance, mistress," the guard said. "On the south perimeter. This cube was found with your mark on it."

The guard rushed from the room. Dogra thought he seemed unnerved, perhaps by the presence of the strange priestess.

Mordari walked to the box, released the straps, and peered inside.

"Sherra bless me," she whispered, quickly closing the lid.

"What is it?" Dogra asked.

"We must go for a walk," Mordari suddenly announced.

They strolled down to the creek, then slowly up the stone-covered hill where the prisoner had been chained just a few days before. Only pegs remained in the rock.

"There are many stars tonight. Notice how the clouds are moving away," Mordari observed.

To the north, Dogra saw the flowing river and imagined the Arikhan colonies far beyond the Varish Expanse. To the south, she saw the mountains, high and formidable, with their tall trees and steep cliffs. Dawn started to break through the morning mist.

With a soft click of her tongue, Mordari sat on the crest of the hill, taking the green bottle from her pocket and sipping gingerly. Dogra wondered if her health was not good.

"It was here that everything changed," Mordari finally whispered. "Never would I have imagined Sherra casting so great a light in so dark a place."

"Has so much truly changed? All appears as before," Dogra said.

"When I was prisoner among Ben's people, the captivity was much resented. Often did I yearn for retribution. But then Sherra allowed me to grasp Her Truth. With vision came enlightenment. With enlightenment, came resolve."

"Yet you seem sad," Dogra remarked.

"It is not sadness, my child. I do not know why Sherra chose me as her messenger, but now I will face my enemies with a sturdy heart. A warrior's final battle."

"The indictments may not be so severe. You have many followers, and the Supreme Council does not want a martyr."

Mordari sighed, scratching at the dirt with her claw.

"I do not fear the Supreme Council. Nor do I fear their judgment."

"Then what troubles you?" Dogra asked, seeing the faraway look in her black eyes.

"I was scout of the 44th Camp. First upon the frontier. I would not leave my mission incomplete."

"You have much life remaining."

"There is a legend among the Sol creatures. A prophet led his people through the wilderness for forty years, only to be denied his place in the Promised Land. Now I feel a wind blowing from the east and fear I may not live long enough to savor its blessings."

"But mistress, there is no wind. It is perfectly calm," Dogra disagreed.

"You may not see the wind, nor yet feel the wind, but by the Will of Sherra, the wind comes."

"How can you be so sure?"

"The box."

"The one brought by the guard?" Dogra asked. "What was inside?"

"A sign of things to come, dear," Mordari replied. "It was Amartro's head."

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If readers wish to read more of the Akrona series, please let me know. I will submit the sequel.