Tani's Destiny (Hearts of ICARUS Book 2) (41 page)

He frowned.  “Which children?”

“Our children.”

“We don’t have children.” 

Tani rolled her eyes.  “Yeah, I kind of noticed that.”

Steel held back his grin, sensing the seriousness beneath her words.  “Okay, what about these children we don’t have?”

“I want to know when you think would be a good time to start having them.”

“I don’t know,” he said, surprised.  “Um…two years?”

“That’s kind of a long time,” she said.  Steel shook his head, at a complete loss.

“Well, a year then,” he tried.  “How’s that?”

“I don’t know,” she said, frowning and shaking her head.  “That might be a bit long, too.”

“A year is too long?” he asked.  She nodded.  “All right, well, what do you think?”

“I was thinking nine months would be a good time.”

“Okay, sure, if that’s what…you…wa…,” he trailed off, feeling as though he’d been hit in the head with a sack of feathers.  It didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t seem to gather enough together to form a coherent thought.  He gave his head one hard shake, then looked into Tani’s eyes. 

“How do you know?” he asked, placing one hand gently on her flat stomach.  “It’s only been a couple of weeks.”

“My dragon told me,” she said. 

Steel’s smile faded.  “How long ago?”

She dropped her eyes.  “Yesterday, the first time I shifted.”

There was a wealth of meaning in her words, but even more in the way she said them.  He was just beginning to fully understand the depth of her pain when he’d chosen to believe Naran over her.  When he’d called her an outsider.  When he’d rejected her and her love.  He wasn’t sure that an eternity was enough time for him to make it up to her.

“I’m so sorry,” he burst out with tears in his eyes.

“Sorry?” she asked, her eyes suddenly wary.

“No,
Khalute
, not for that, never for that.  I’m already excited to see what our child looks like, to discover his, or her personality.  I’m completely happy about that, I promise.  I’m sorry for what I said to you yesterday, and for how much I hurt you, and I’m so angry with myself for being such a fool and I swear I will spend the remainder of my life making it up to you.”

“Good,” Tani smiled.  “To start with, I haven’t eaten all day long and our son is starving.”

“Our son?” Steel asked in a choked whisper.

“Yes, our son,” Tani said, smiling.  Afraid they were both about to burst into tears, she cleared her throat and said, “I would like food, a warm fire, a hot bath, a soft bed…to start with.  Can you provide these things for your soon to be family Ganzorig Khaan?”

“Yes,
Khalute
,” he said happily.  “With pleasure.”

“Hmmm…no, food first, pleasure later,” she said.

Epilogue
One

Weeble walk along the wide corridor, barely acknowledging the bows of all who saw him as he passed.  It wasn’t that he didn’t love the adoration, because he did.  Very much in fact.  He just had a lot on his mind at the moment.  Sometimes he wondered if the Ruling Cache had made an error in judgment with the Master.  He was intelligent enough Weeble supposed, considering the source of his raw material, but something was missing. 

“
Ah
,” he sighed to himself.  How he missed the Xanti.  What they lacked in intelligence they made up for in sheer cunning and subterfuge.  But the Xanti were gone, and there was no getting them back.  He should know, too, since he was the accepted genius when it came to cloning.  They’d had more than enough samples to work with when the Xanti had dropped dead all over the place, and they’d preserved every one of them.  Weeble had nearly worked himself to death for ten years trying to resurrect the Xanti.  In the end he’d had to admit defeat.  Without a female, it simply wouldn’t work.  The male Xanti genome was just too limited.

So, a new plan had been made.  It was a good plan, he was sure of that because most of it had been his idea.  But was Master the right choice?  He stopped in front of the double metal doors that led into the Throne Chamber, and took a moment to admire himself in their reflection.  The ten robotic legs that he now possessed, patterned after the glorious Xanti of course, made him taller, faster, and more agile than any Doftle had ever been in the history of their diminutive race.  That he’d had to sacrifice his own short legs so that his nerves and muscles could be attached to the platform holding the legs had not bothered him in the least.  He’d been the first of his people to undergo this transformation, and he was enormously proud of it.  Only three others would share the gift with him as decreed by a law that he, himself, had written.  After all, how special would it be if all Doftles walked around on magnificent legs like his?

Weeble ran one four fingered hand over his smooth blue skull, then reached for the sensor set into the wall beside the doors.  The doors opened, he entered and they closed behind him.  He bowed, then began speaking without preamble as Master preferred.

“Master, we’ve received unpleasant news from the mine,” he announced.

“Unpleasant news?  I shudder to think what constitutes unpleasant in your tiny brain, Weeble,” Master said sardonically.  “Well, what is it?”

“The Khun have been freed, the Nomen have all been destroyed, and the android damaged and captured.  It’s now in the hands of the Jasani.”

“Unpleasant?” Master asked.  “Is that the word you used?”

“Yes, Master,” Weeble replied.

“Bit of an understatement, don’t you think?”  Before Weeble could answer, Master continued.  “Where are the Khun?”

“They remain on Garza,” Weeble said.  “It will not be difficult to gather them up and put them back to work again, although I do believe that allowing the women and children to starve is what pushed them to rebel.  We should send more rations next time.  That should keep them in line.”

“Perhaps,” Master said.  “Next time, we must send Nomen who’ve been more formidably altered, Weeble.  Make them so they’re not so easily killed.”

“Our resources are running thin, Master,” Weeble pointed out.  “We’ve no more
rhagyrum
, and without that, we cannot make controllers.  We don’t have enough ordinary metals to make more bio-tronic parts with, and since the Jasani have taken the parts of those killed on Garza, we can’t even recycle them.  The next batch of Nomen we send will have to be standard issue, I’m afraid.  Until we receive more
rhagyrum
, I’m afraid that’s unavoidable, Master.”

“When can the mine return to operation?”

“As soon as the Jasani leave the system,” Weeble said.  “They offered to take the Khun with them, but the offer was declined.”

“You know this how?”

“The android functions well enough for us to pick up sounds within its range.”

“Jasani,” Master growled.  “How I hate them.  They interfere with everything.”

“Yes, Master,” Weeble agreed calmly.

“If those damned Nomen had brought the princess to us for a controller as they were ordered to do, we wouldn’t be in this position.”

“Yes, Master,” Weeble agreed.  “It’s unfortunate that they disobeyed orders and died instead.”

“Yes, unfortunate,” Master agreed snidely.  “There’s got to be a better and faster method of mining that metal than using humans.  They cause too much trouble and are too slow.”

“Agreed, Master,” Weeble said, fighting not to roll his large black eyes.  “Unfortunately, we have been unable to find any other species with intelligence enough to mine, who are also strong enough to do the work.  No machine made anywhere in the galaxy is capable of handling liquid metal, and we’ve been unable to modify one to do so that doesn’t also destroy most of what it collects.”

“And yet you call yourselves intelligent,” Master said.  “Prepare a new batch of Nomen for Garza, Weeble.  And a new android as well.  Have you activated the self-destruct on the one the Jasani have?”

“Yes, Master, unfortunately, it failed to operate.”

“Of course it did,” Master said.  “Double the Nomen this time, and provide some real security for the new mine compound.  I want that mine operating as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Master,” Weeble said.  “Will that be all?”

“For now,” Master replied. 

Weeble bowed solemnly even though it was impossible for Master to see him do it.  He stared at the figure floating in the cloudy gel that filled the tube that sat alone in the center of the room.  Then he turned on his ten shiny metal legs and left the Throne Chamber.

Epilogue
Two

Rayne Dracon sat on a large boulder at the edge of the mesa, watching the festivities below.  So many changes had taken place in the past few weeks.  The first time she’d stepped foot on Garza it had been a dry, dead world.  Now, it was beautiful.  A river now ran through the grassy valley below, and the mountain behind her was thick with a forest of thin saplings.  Birds flew overhead, heading to their homes to roost for the coming night, and the sunset was breathtaking.

As she watched, Tani and Steel shifted into their enormous alter forms, a deep red dragon and a glossy black dragon, and flew away side by side.  Tears pricked her eyes as she thought of the joy that now lit her youngest sister’s face.  Tani had been so sad for so long that it was almost a surprise to see her happy.  

Their wedding ceremony had been beautiful in its simplicity, but the celebration afterward had been long and, for Rayne, exhausting.  She’d been using her psychic ability to hide her presence for the past hour so that she could just sit and watch in peace.

When the dragon king and queen were gone, Rayne looked around for Salene.  After a few moments she found her standing in the valley with her Gryphons around her.  When they returned to Jasan there would be a mating ceremony for them.

Rayne was as happy for Salene as she was for Tani, but at the same time, she couldn’t help wondering where her own male-set was, or who they were, or why they hadn’t found her.  She wasn’t jealous of her sisters’ happiness, but she very much wanted that happiness for herself.  Maybe, when they got back home, she really would put in for a spot at Arima House.

She took a deep breath and started to sigh, then swallowed it when she heard footsteps approaching.  She strengthened the psychic shield that prevented people from noticing her.  It didn’t make her invisible.  It just made people overlook her presence.  Not even Clan Jasani could smell her when she had her shield up, but it didn’t work with sound, so she had to be very quiet.

She had to bite back a startled gasp when she saw the Bearen-Hirus reach the mesa.  They were enormous, as all Bearens were, with broad chests and massive arms.  But when had they become so devastatingly hot to look at?  She thought back, surprised to realize that she hadn’t actually seen them for years.  How odd.  She’d always thought of them as almost-uncles, like Jackson, Clark, and Rob Bearen, though she’d never known them very well.  Landor, Condor, and Aridor were the heads of security for Jasani Spaceport, and used to show up whenever she and her sisters went through on their way to or from school.  But they hadn’t done that in years.  She frowned, wondering why that was. 

“Where could she have gone?” Landor asked with an edge of frustration in his voice.

“I don’t know,” Ari replied.  “We’ve checked every cave for her scent, as well as the entire valley.  I even went so far as to ask if she’d transported up to the
Ugaztun
already.”

“How long are we going to play this charade?” Con asked.

“Its not a charade,” Landor said.  “She sees us as
uncles
.  We all agreed to wait until she matures enough to see us as men.”

“How long will it take for her to mature?”

“That I cannot answer.”

“Do you intend that we wait forever?”

Of course not,” Landor said.  “Just until she grows up.”

“In that case, we’re in for a much longer wait than we expected because as far as I can tell, Rayne Dracon is as much a child now as she was when she was ten,” Con said.

“I know,” Landor conceded with a sigh.  “Let’s return to the valley.  Perhaps she’s down there somewhere and we just missed her.”

Rayne sat motionless on the boulder as the Bearen-Hirus climbed down the cliff face, so shocked she could barely suck air into her lungs.  It wasn’t easy to wrap her mind around the fact that the Bearen-Hirus were meant to be her Rami.  The moment she did accept it, pain followed. 
How long had they known
? she wondered.  A long time, from the sound of it.  Probably for as long as it’d been since she’d seen them, which had to be six or seven years.  Her eyes widened in shock.  From all she’d heard, seen, and been taught, male-sets had a very difficult time staying away from their
berezi
once they identified her.  But the Bearen-Hirus were all too clearly not having trouble staying away from her,  and that hurt.  That hurt a
lot
.  So much so that she deliberately reminded herself of what they’d said about her being immature, relieved to feel anger grow over the pain.

She remained there, on the mesa, alone, until the celebration below began to wind down.  When she stood up and pressed the transportation button on her wrist band, she’d made a decision.  If the Bearen-Hirus wanted to wait, then she’d give them something to wait for.  There was a spaceport midway between Garza and Jasan that her parents always stopped at because they had friends there.  When they reached it, she’d leave the
Ugaztun
and purchase a ticket to whatever destination looked good to her at the time. 

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