War in Heaven (24 page)

With a sigh at what he saw in the stony faces of a hundred and twenty lords staring at him, Lord Demothi Bede bowed to Danlo to indicate that he had no more to say. And then Danlo touched the poison diamond brooch pinned to his silken robes; he drew in a deep breath and began, "My lords, there must be a way towards peace. Truly, peace is — "

But he got no further than this before Bertram Jaspari interrupted him. "This
naman,
" he said, pointing at Danlo, "has called us Iviomils terrorists and murderers. We call him a hypocrite. He speaks of peace, and of stopping war. But how does he think to bring this peace? By threatening war. By threatening Neverness with the armed terror of the Fellowship's fleet if you lords refuse to accede to his demands. Danlo wi Soli Ringess has been called Peacewise and Lightbringer, but we call him Murderer: for surely the deaths of those murdered in this war will be upon his hands as much as any pilot of any lightship."

Bertram Jaspari was a sadistic and shallow man, but he was also quite shrewd in his way. He knew Danlo well enough to hurt him — or at least to cause him the gravest of doubts.

Truly, the Fellowship threatens violence no less than do the Iviomils
, he thought.
And I am of the Fellowship as a hand is part of an arm.

For a moment, it seemed that Bertram had shamed Danlo into silence. And then Danlo drew in another deep breath and said, "The Fellowship has murdered no one. I ... have come to Neverness so that no one murders anyone. There must be a way for men and women beyond murder."

Although this was the essence of all that he had to tell the lords, he might have said still more, but just then one of Hanuman's most devoted lords, an old woman named Tirza Wen, called out from the rear of the room, "The wayless dares to tell
us
of a way!"

And the Lord Phantast, Pedar Sulkin, said, "There
is
a way for man, of course. The Way of Ringess."

"A way for
woman,
" Kolenya Mor said, eyeing Lord Sulkin with a smile. "A way for women and men to become gods. A new way for humankind."

"A new way," Hanuman said in his golden voice. He spoke with compassion and grace, but with fire, too. He looked to his right and to his left to draw the attention of all the lords in the room. "We must remember that the Way of Ringess is new.
We
must be new. We must be as godlings breaking out of the shells of the old thoughtways that have kept us from our destiny. We must fly on golden wings as we were meant to fly. Which is why we need a new law. The Law of the Civilized Worlds was made for human beings. In truth, it was made precisely to
keep
human beings human — all too human. And why? Because its makers feared our infinite possibilities. They were cowards but who can blame them? The greater the height, the greater the fall, or so it's said. But a time comes for any race when it must dare to soar beyond its deepest dreams — either that or become mired in the mudsands of evolutionary failure. This is our time. We must choose the clouds and the Golden Rings of the universe or else the mud. And haven't we already chosen? Half of the Civilized Worlds have chosen the Way of Ringess. We who wear the gold would never seek to tell the wayless which way they must choose. But neither will we be told what our law must be. A new law — isn't it time we made a new law for the new beings we are becoming? A law for gods." He paused a moment and then said, "But I'm only Lord of the Way of Ringess. I would never think to tell the Lords of the Order how they should respond to these ambassadors who demand such a blind adherence to the old laws."

Now, as he looked at Lord Pall, his eyes flicked to the right and to the left, and then he blinked twice, slowly. And Lord Pall, controlled by these nearly invisible strings of light, said, "It would be silly to pretend that the Order isn't involved in the Way of Ringess. Therefore, I think it appropriate that we of the Order ask Lord Hanuman's advice."

Burgos Harsha opened his mouth as if to protest Lord Pall's suggestion. But before he could speak, quicker than a silver knife flashing in the sun, Hanuman slid his voice into the room.

"These are dangerous times, and there's danger in whichever way we choose," he said. He bowed his head to Bertram Jaspari and the warrior-poet bound in gleaming filaments of acid wire. And then he bowed to Demothi Bede and finally to Danlo. "The representatives of two powers sit before us. The Fellowship demands that we disassemble the greatest of our works and obey their law. The Iviomils demand even more: that they should rule the Civilized Worlds and we become their slaves. You should know, this is what they really desire. But who can become a slave who has almost become a god? For myself, I would choose death rather than submission to another's power. But even if I were willing to be a slave — even if we all were — there's no safety in such cravenness. We live in dangerous times — I can't say that often enough. The gods make war upon each other, and if Danlo wi Soli Ringess can be believed, even Ede the God has been destroyed. And then there are the Iviomils. With their
morrashar
, the Iviomils destroy the stars. They threaten to destroy
our
star. Are we to face such power with the weakness of slaves? Or with the glory of gods? This I know; this I've seen: it's only in becoming gods that we shall ever be safe from the gods. And safe from those such as the Iviomils and the warrior-poets who would slay all godlings. It's a paradox, I know, but the way of the greatest danger is also the safest. We are millions of millions; we are Stardust; we are golden — can even the greatest of gods stop us from exploding across the universe?"

Few of the lords sitting at their tables that day had any wish to become anyone's slave. For three thousand years, the Order had been the greatest power among the Civilized Worlds, and the Lords of the Order had grown as sure of their power as a wealthy man is of a never-ending supply of wine and food. But at this critical moment in history, they feared losing their power — and losing the war that threatened not only their lives but their very world.

"What shall we do about the Fellowship, then?" Burgos Harsha asked. "And the Iviomils: we can't simply expect them to be awed by our dreams and go away."

"No," Hanuman said, "that's true. Which is why we must awe them otherwise."

"How, then?"

"We shall hunt them down as thallows do sleekits. Sivan wi Mawi Sarkissian may be the equal of Salmalin, but he can't evade the Order's finest pilots for ever."

"But he doesn't have to evade them for ever. Only long enough to destroy the Star of Neverness."

"I've considered this danger," Hanuman said. He placed his fingertips against his temple, and the neurologics inside the diamond clearface covering his head glowed like a million purple snakes. "The chances of Sivan successfully falling out around our star while our lightships guard her approach is zero. Therefore the Iviomils must have a secret strategy — and what is that?"

"I'm a historian, not a warrior," Burgos Harsha said. "How should I know their strategy?"

"I'm no warrior either," Hanuman said. This, as Danlo knew, was not really true. Hanuman had studied the killing arts since childhood, and he came to war as easily as a snow leopard comes into his claws. "But I
am
a cetic," Hanuman continued. "That is, the cetics once graced me with training in their art. It's as a cetic that I look at Bertram Jaspari now. And what do I see?"

At this, Burgos Harsha and a hundred lords turned to look at Bertram Jaspari, who sat beaming hatred at Hanuman. And then Kolenya Mor said, "What
do
you see, Lord Hanuman?"

"He is waiting," Hanuman said. "If the Fellowship's fleet should attack ours here, in the spaces near the Star of Neverness, the manifold will blaze with lights like fireworks at Year's End. In this chaos, the tells of a single deep-ship falling out into realspace would be almost impossible to detect."

As Hanuman revealed Bertram's secret strategy, Bertram's face fell mottled into shades of red and cyanine blue. Clearly, he had gambled on cowing the Order into submitting to his demands — otherwise he never would have risked himself in coming to Neverness. But now that it seemed his strategy had failed, he glared at Hanuman in deathly silence.

"As I've said, I'm no warrior," Hanuman continued. "But surely this suggests our strategy. We must attack the Fellowship's fleet before they attack us."

"And leave Neverness and our star naked to the Iviomils?" Burgos Harsha asked.

"Oh, no — of course not," Hanuman said. "We'll leave fifty lightships to guard her. And twenty-five more to hunt down the Iviomils. Even thus diminished, our fleet's ships will still outnumber the Fellowship's almost two to one."

"And what if our fleet doesn't find the Fellowship's fleet before they've fallen almost all the way to Neverness?"

Hanuman fell silent for a long time as he looked out into the centre of the room where Danlo sat. In the light falling down through the dome, Danlo's deep blue eyes shimmered like the ocean.

"There may be a way to descry the Fellowship's path through the Fallaways," Hanuman said. "We must ask our scryers if they can see such a path. If so, then we might fall upon the Fellowship's fleet by surprise and destroy them."

Now Hanuman faced Lord Pall, and their eyes danced over each other's body and face. Although Danlo knew almost nothing of the cetics' secret system of signs, he knew Hanuman well enough to read his fierce will in the sudden coldness of his gaze. And Lord Pall still possessed a will of his own; Danlo could see this as a twitching of his pink, albino's eyes. As Lord Pall and Hanuman stared at each other, and fingers and eyelids fluttered, a great deal of silent communication flowed between them. But mostly, Danlo thought, even as he and Malaclypse Redring and Bertram Jaspari watched — and a hundred lords as well — these two powerful men engaged each other in a fierce contest of wills. In the end, Hanuman won. Lord Pall's old shoulders shook with anger, and his old vocal cords quivered hoarsely as he addressed the Lords' College in his own voice.

"My lords," he said, "it would be best if we asked our ambassadors to leave us now so that we may confer among ourselves. Hanuman li Tosh has offered to guard the warrior-poet during the time of negotiations, and I think this would be best. Also, he has asked for a private meeting with Danlo wi Soli Ringess and is willing to provide accommodations for him in his cathedral. Of course this won't interfere with the negotiations; the pilot will be free to journey to the academy daily to join Lord Bede in trying to stop this war that we all must dread. We've provided an apartment for Lord Bede — his old one in Upplyssa, as it happens. Bertram Jaspari is to remain within the academy's walls as well. He'll be allowed to send word of his safety to his fleet, if he so wishes."

All at once many men and women protested Lord Pall's strange decision. Bertram Jaspari, too, added his voice to the dissenters. "Lord Pall," he said. "Malaclypse Redring and I have come to Neverness as a single embassy, and we must not be separated."

Lord Pall almost smiled, glad at last for the chance to exert the full power of his will. "No, it is just the opposite: you must be separated, for you can't imagine what a danger the warrior-poet might be to you. As you've claimed, you are the Holy Ivi of the Cybernetic Universal Church, and as long as you are in Neverness, we of the Order mustn't allow any harm to befall you."

With that he looked at Hanuman, who nodded his head at Jaroslav Bulba. Jaroslav then motioned for four of the golden-robed godlings standing near him to pick up the chair to which Malaclypse was bound. With much puffing and sighing, they each managed to get a grip on one of the chair's four legs and heave it — and Malaclypse Redring — to the height of their shoulders.

"I'd like to thank the lords for asking me into their College today," Hanuman said as he stood and bowed. Then he walked over to join his godlings at the centre of the room where Danlo still sat silently in his chair. "Are you coming, Danlo?" Hanuman asked softly.

Again, Danlo touched his diamond brooch and glanced at Jaroslav Bulba. And then, to Hanuman, he said, "Aren't you going to ask your underling to bind me with acid wire?"

"Will that be necessary?"

"No," Danlo said. "I ... will come."

As he stood to bow to Demothi Bede and make his farewells, Hanuman addressed the lords one last time.

"This is the moment of our greatest danger," he said. "But it's also the moment of our greatest possibility. We must never forget that Mallory Ringess will return soon and lead us into our infinite possibilities."

With that he turned and beckoned to Danlo and the rest of his entourage. Danlo paused for the count of three heartbeats as he looked down at his reflection in the polished black floorstones; once again he wondered what might happen if his father actually
did
return to Neverness. Then, after picking up his devotionary computer, he followed Hanuman across the ice-cold floor of the College of the Lords.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.

— Master Therion

At the heart of the Old City, with its many old buildings sweeping skywards with all the strength and grace of organic stone, stood the cathedral owned by the godlings of the Way of Ringess. It was a glorious assemblage of cut-granite blocks, flying buttresses, and coloured glass windows. Originally a sect of Kristians had built it in the shape of a cross; a long axis occupying eight hundred feet of a long city block, while its arms stuck out from the main body to the north and south. Where this world axis joined the longer one representing the way towards heaven — at the cathedral's crossing, that place of all fire and pain — a great tower had been raised up. With its delicate aretes and intricate stonework, it was very beautiful. Beauty alone, however, would never have been sufficient reason for Hanuman li Tosh to have occupied the rooms at the top of this central tower. But it was very tall as well, and it commanded a spectacular view of the Danladi Square, the Cemetery and the Fravashi Green, and other parts of the Old City; some said that Hanuman liked to stand in one of the tower's arched windows looking out at those districts of Neverness where Ringism had gathered its greatest strength. Certainly, in the triangle of blocks from the Old City Glissade north to the Ring of Fire, and east to the walls of the academy, Ringists from across the city had swarmed in the hope of finding apartments or other accommodations. At any time of the day, even late into the night, golden-robed Ringists crowded the narrow streets on their way to cafes or to private meetings or to the great joyances held every evening in the cathedral itself. It must have given Hanuman great pleasure to listen to the click-clack of skate blades against ice, to watch the golden streams of his godlings flowing down the red glidderies and, all too often, jamming the broader thoroughfares, the green glissades and great orange slidderies leading to the other quarters of Neverness.