Also by Simon R. Green in Gollancz: ;i , Deathstalker Deathstalker Rebellion Deathstalker War ' Deathstalker Honour Deathstalker Prelude : Deathstalker Destiny Deathstalker Legacy Deathstalker Return Blue Moon Rising /•''•'. Blood and Honour Down Among the Dead Men Drinking Midnight Wine .; • Shadows Fall Haven of Lost Souls Fear and Loathing in Haven \ Beyond the Blue Moon •;;: DEATHSTALKER CODA SIMON R. GREEN GOLLANCZ LONDON Copyright €> Simon R. Green 2005 All rights reserved The right of Simon R. Green to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. First published in Great Britain in 2005 by Gollancz An imprint of the Orion Publishing Group Orion House, 5 Upper St Martin's Lane, London WC2H 9EA A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library ISBN 0 575 07529 5 (cased) ISBN 0 575 07644 5 (trade paperback) /••;•' ','. ,, Typeset at The Spartan Press Ltd, •'•';,",. '• :, '..-.. Lymington, Hants .V Ptjnted in Great Britain by Clays Ltd, St Ivesplc • '•'. WIGAN LEISURE & CULTURE TRUST u? &•/ | ' 10485387 Cypher 27.03.05 SFA £10.99 105 = 7 APR 2 - I jst night I dreamed of Lewis Deathstalker. : , He never wanted to be King. He never wanted to be the Champion. He only ever wanted to do his duty; to protect the Innocvnt and punish the guilty. But he fell in love with his best friend's fiancee, and was in turn betrayed by another friend. They look ,iway his good name, and made him an Outlaw. I)o,iI hstalker luck. Always bad. I sow him gather friends and allies, and set out to raise an army to wrlhrow the forces of evil, like another Deathstalker before him, ind I wanted to warn him that heroes have a tendency to die young, Hid Moody. I saw old friends return from the past, and legends walk (ill history once more. Stories left unfinished have a way of enforcing liclr own endings. In my dream I saw planets burning in the long night, and armies )! (hi- dead overunning the cities of men. All in a dream . . . and all so very long ago. Or maybe it wasjttst ^•slcrday. ; All stories come to an end, in Time. •.' www.orionbooks.co.uk ONE DEALING WITH OLD BUSINESS, AND NEW Won Deathstalker was in a coma, and everyone else was panicking. On the planet Haden, deep down in the man-made crater called e Pit, in the steel corridors men had built to surround a'nd contain ,c Madness Maze, a lot had happened in a short time. That re-Owned hero and legend Owen Deathstalker had returned from the If mi, walked out of the Maze with his descendant Lewis, worked a Umber of quite remarkable miracles, and then gathered up the Inds of everyone present to take a fast trip across Space in order to tsorve the Terror close up. Unfortunately, that most ancient and Win I destroyer of worlds and civilisations turned out to be, in some yet unexplained way, Owen's long-lost love. Hazel d'Ark. Now Vcryone was back in their right bodies again, but Owen was curled p in a foetal ball, eyes squeezed tight shut, dead to the world and 0,11 ing about three feet above the gleaming steel floor. Everyone Isr had since given themselves up to alarm and confusion and lying very hard not to wet themselves. As Jesamine was fond of saying: Some days things wouldn't go Itflit if you put a gun to their head. The AIs of Shub were the only ones to remain calm and unruffled; liough admittedly it was hard to tell the difference between a calm mul an excited robot, when they all had featureless blue steel faces. iSllll, for the moment half a dozen of them were surrounding Owen's hovering body in an honour guard, and politely but firmly refusing to let anyone get too close. (This followed an understandable but regrettable incident where Brett Random had climbed onto Owen's body and pounded on his chest with both hands, shrieking Wake up, you bastard!} The renowned con man, thief and famed substance abuser was now striding up and down the corridor, all but bouncing off the steel walls, waving his fists in the air and loudly declaring that he'd always known no good would come of meddling with the Madness Maze. His face was flushed, his lean angular body practically crackled with frustrated energy, and his language was getting really distressing. An awful thought struck him, and he froze in mid step before suddenly whirling round to glare at Owen's unresponsive floating body. 'Wait a minute! Wait just one goddamned minute! Is everyone who's gone through the Madness Maze going to turn into a Terror eventually? Are we all going to end up as galaxy-devouring monsters? Why is everyone looking at me like that? It's a reasonable question.' It's a totally unnerving question, and quite probably the last thing I need to think about right now!' said Jesamine Flowers. 'Aren't things bad enough as they are? I can feel one of my heads coming on.' The blonde diva's famously beautiful face had gone blotchy with shock and stress, and she'd clasped her hands together in front of her to stop them from trembling. Lewis tried to put a comforting arm across her shoulders, and she shrugged him off almost angrily as she glared at the comatose Owen. 'Damn you, Owen bloody Death-stalker! You can't just drop a bombshell like that on us and then run off to hide inside yourself! Wake up! Lewis; make him wake up!' 'Don't look at me/ said Lewis. 'I'm the idiot who thought coming here might actually help us with our problems. Instead, we seem to have acquired a whole bunch of new ones.' He leaned back against the metal wall, his muscular arms folded across his barrel chest, his famously ugly features creased in thoughtful lines. 'If the Terror really is (or was) Hazel d'Ark ... If that is what the Maze's power finally turns you into . . . Then I may have made a real error of judgement in bringing Owen back from the dead. We could end up with two Terrors on our hands, and I think I'd like to go and sit down in a corner and cry for a while, if that's all right with everyone.' 'Oh no you don't,' Brett said immediately. 'You got us into this mess, it's up to you to get us out of ii!' 'Maybe ... if we were to put Owen back into the Maze,' said Jesamine. 'Maybe that would . . . freeze him as he is, or something.' 'I don't think that would work,' said Lewis. 'It might! We could push or tug him, or . . .' 'No, I meant: I don't think the Maze works that way. Once it's finished with someone, it shoves them right out the nearest exit. Goodbye, off you go, don't forget to write. Remember?' 'No,' said Jesamine, looking away. 'I don't remember anything about being in the Maze. I don't think it wanted me to. Only Deathstalkers get to know the secrets of the Maze.' 'I could always kill Owen,' said Rose Constantine, and everyone turned to look at her. She looked calmly back at them, standing unnaturally still and poised as she always did, the tall cold killer in her bloodred leathers, with dark hair and darker eyes. Her crimson mouth moved in something like a smile as she contemplated' murder. 'When in doubt, cutting your enemy's head off and using it as a football usually puts an end to most problems. I can do it, if you want. I'm not scared of Owen Deathstalker.' 'Yes, but that's because you're a psychopath,' Brett said kindly. 'Even in a coma, the Deathstalker is still undoubtably the most dangerous thing you'll ever meet.' 'I know,' said Rose. 'I like a challenge. Just the thought of killing the legendary Owen Deathstalker gets me all hot.' The red leathers creaked loudly as her bosom swelled. 'I want to go home/ said Brett. 'I don't belong here, I really don't.' 'In any case/ the main Shub robot said politely, 'we would not dllow you to try to harm the Deathstalker. He is under our protection, now and always. We owe him so much. You are all becoming unduly concerned. There is no evidence to suggest that anyone oilier than Hazel d'Ark will ever become a Terror. We were among I lie last to see her alive, two hundred years ago, and she was then .il ready half mad with loss and grief. Only an insane mind, backed by I he Maze's power, could become something like the Terror.' 'And I wouldn't let you touch him either/ said John Silence, and most people jumped because they'd forgotten he was there. The man who was once Captain Silence of the old Imperial Navy, and more recently Samuel Chevron, notable trader and confidant of Kings, w.is .H'tu.illy r.ilhcr quid ,ind ordinary looking, considering blend imo the background •)! g.iilu-iings, ,ind preferred il that way. 'May I remind you all that there is a I present a Fleet of hundreds of Imperial starcruisers in orbit over this world? They came here to wipe us all out, and only the appearance of the blessed Owen Deathstalker stopped them. The Captains of those ships are currently waiting for him to tell them what to do next, and I really don't think they're going to settle for anyone but him. I wouldn't.' The argument staggered on for some time, with voices rising and falling and going nowhere fast, but Lewis stopped listening. He studied Owen's floating form and calm face, and made himself consider a number of unpalatable thoughts. He didn't know what he'd expected would happen once he'd brought Owen back from the dead, but this certainly wasn't it. He'd hoped that having Owen back would help sort things out, make his way clearer. That Owen would know immediately what to do, and would step forward to take over. Then Lewis could set aside the responsibility he'd so reluctantly shouldered. But instead, now he had even more things to worry about. Most definitely including the possibility that what Owen had just discovered had been too much for him; a shock too great for even a legendary hero to bear. He could be catatonic ... he could even be dying again. Lewis edged around the arguing group, and quietly mentioned his concerns to the main Shub robot. That thought had occurred to us,' murmured the robot. 'We have been attempting to investigate the Deathstalker's condition with every sensor at our command. But I have to admit that even our most advanced tech has been unable to tell us a thing about him. To be blunt; since his transformation in the Maze, and indeed his return from the dead, which we're really hoping you're going to explain to us someday, Owen Deathstalker has apparently become so ... different, so other, that he doesn't even register on most of our instruments. What readings our sensors are getting make no sense at all. We are forced to conclude that Owen is no longer human, in any sense that we can understand. If you have any suggestions as to how we should proceed, Lewis, we are quite ready to listen to them.' 'I've got one very immediate suggestion,' growled Lewis. 'Can some of your robots please drag the reptiloid's body out of here? She didn't smell that good even when she was alive, and ever since seriously revolting. I'm sure we'd M ihink unuli more clearly without the distraction.' Two more robots appeared, and effortlessly dragged Saturday's body away and round a corner, leaving a trail of dark blood behind I hem. This caught everyone's attention, and they actually stopped shouting at each other to watch. Silence seized the opportunity to I1 y to be the voice of reason again. 'I really think we should make every reasonable effort to wake Owen,' he said heavily. 'Before every Captain in the Fleet above us '.Iarts knocking on our door, demanding answers.' Jesamine gave him a hard look. 'Why don't you do something? You're one of the original Maze people, like Owen. Weren't you all supposed to have some mental link? The legends said—' The legends said a lot of things,' said Silence. 'And Owen and I were never that close.' 'Let me try,' said Lewis. 'I've been through the Maze. And I'm l.nnily.' He looked at the robots surrounding Owen, and they all ' stepped back a pace, to give him room. Lewis knelt down beside (>wen, putting his head right next to his ancestor's. The floating body rose and fell slightly, as though moved by unseen, unknown tides. 'Owen; please wake up. We need you here. There are decisions I hat have to be made, and we can't do anything without you. (>wen? Can you hear me? Dammit, Owen, I didn't bring you back horn the bloody dead just so you could hide from your responsibilities like this! You're a Deathstalker, and a legend, and we need you!' Not a flicker of response moved on Owen's face. Jesamine pulled Lewis back out of the way, stuck her mouth right next to Owen's car, and sang her loudest, most piercing note right into it. She put all her opera training and lung capacity into that note, and everyone else present except the robots winced and put their hands to their ears; but Owen didn't so much as twitch. Jesamine stood up, breathing hard, and then slapped Owen round the head, at least partly out of pique. Lewis dragged her away before the robots did it, shielding her body with his own, just in case there was a defensive reaction from Owen. Brett was already hiding behind Rose. But nothing happened, apart from Jesamine loudly announcing that she'd hurt her hand. Brett peered out from behind Rose, and tried his esp power of compulsion on Owen. He frowned hard, trying to force Owen to wake up, vaguely hoping that his short time in the Maze might have increased his power. Instead, the mental probe just bounced right back at him, knocking him off his feet. He sat down hard, crying out as much in shock as pain. Lewis looked at him suspiciously. 'Brett; did you just do something stupid?' 'Leave him alone,' Rose said immediately, hauling Brett back on to his feet with effortless grace. 'At least he's trying.' 'Yes,' said Jesamine. 'I've always found Brett very trying.' Lewis gave Brett his best stern look. 'Using an esp probe on a Maze survivor is like poking a Grendel with a stick and saying bad things about its mother. Bad news for the idiot that does it, and probably everyone else around him as well. Maybe you should go back to the surface, Brett.' 'Oh no; you're not shutting me out of this!' Brett said instantly. 'There's safety in numbers, even if it only gives you a better choice of who to stick in front of you as a target. Besides; there's serious money to be made out of the return of Owen Deathstalker, if we can just wake him up, and I'm not being cheated out of my share! I'm not going, and you can't make me!' 'Brett; even I could make you/ said Jesamine. Brett folded his arms and leaned back against Rose, looking smug. 'Want to bet, blondie?' Rose let her hand rest on the hilt of her sword. Lewis's hand went to his sword, and it was all about to turn nasty when Silence decided he'd had enough. He concentrated, pulling his old power up through the back brain, the mid brain and out into the front of his thoughts, and suddenly his presence lashed out to fill the steel corridor. The sheer force of it sent everyone staggering backwards, even the robots. In a moment they were all pressed against the nearest wall, held there by the sheer pressure of his will, pinned helplessly. Only Owen seemed unaffected, floating untouched and unmoved. Silence glared around him. 'When I talk, you listen. I was a Captain in Lionstone's Navy. I survived the original Rebellion. I guarded Humanity for two hundred years. I went through the Madness Maze twice. I could have been as powerful as the others, bin I was never interested in that kind of power. It always-sTt-nu'd more important lo me- to hang on to my ... humanity. So; no more squabbling, and sensible suggestions only. Or I'll forget I'm supposed to bfe one of the good guys.' He relaxed his thoughts, and eyeryone dropped back to the floor again. They all looked at him with varying amounts of awe and respect. They'd forgotten, in the presence of Owen Deathstalker, that Captain John Silence had been a legend too. After that, no one else seemed to have anything to say, so they all just stood there and watched Owen float, waiting for something to happen. He looks so . . . ordinary, just sleeping, thought Lewis. Even if he is doing it in mid air. And we need him to be extraordinary. Nothing less will do, to stop Finn Durandal and the Terror. What if I've made a terrible mistake, and brought back only a man, not a legend? Jesamine was also thinking about mistakes. For once, Brett had raised a genuinely important point, even if it was something no one really wanted to think about. Going into the Maze would change them; they'd all known that. But the possibility of becoming monsters, of becoming something utterly inhuman, like the Terror . . . there'd been nothing in the legends about that. What if they all started to change, to outgrow their merely human forms . . . might they all end up like the abominations in the Maze's annexe, nr even like the poor distorted creatures they'd found on Shandra-kor? Jesamine hugged herself tightly, as though trying to hold herself lonc'lher against as yet unfelt forces of change within her. I don't want to change. I don't want to be a monster or a legend. I only went into tilt' Maze because I couldn 't let Lewis go in alone. What if we both change, Init in different ways? What if we become people we don't even recognise tiny more? Slu- turned suddenly to glare at Silence. 'What the Maze has done In us; can it be undone? If we went back in, could the Maze make us |lhl human again? The way we used to be?' 'No,' said Silence, almost kindly. 'Evolution is a one-way track. the luillerlly cannot turn back into the caterpillar. But you mustn't lie li illumed, Jesamine. I have lived with my powers for over two dird y^ars, and I like to think the old Captain Silence would still "w me, «iiid approve ol me. It's not all bad. Children find the ways iilulti mysterious .uul incomprehensible, and fear to grow up. I llit'ti Ihry do, ,nxl wonder what all I he hiss was about.' 'One more strained metaphor from you, and I'll nail you to the wall with an aria/ said Jesamine. 'I get the point, all right?' 'The Owen I talked with back in Mistport seemed very human/ said Lewis, coming over to join them. 'In every way that mattered. I liked him.' 'Lots of people did/ said Silence. 'And even his enemies respected him.' The stories say much the same about Hazel d'Ark/ said Jesamine. 'But what those two went through in the Maze still drove them apart, for all their legendary love.' 'But they never admitted their love for each other/ said Lewis. 'Idiots/ said Jesamine, and let Lewis hold her. To be fair/ said Silence, 'there was a war on. We always thought there'd be time afterwards, to say all the things we wanted to say. And most of us were wrong. We all lost people we cared for, in the wars.' Brett gave Rose a considering look. 'Do you feel any . . . different, yet?' he said quietly. 'Do you feel any powers coming on?' 'No/ said Rose. She didn't look up from polishing her sword with a piece of rag. 'But then, I wasn't in the Maze for long. It didn't want me. I could feel it inside my mind, trying to change all the things that make me me. But I wouldn't give in. I could feel myself breaking up, being torn apart. The Maze was killing me.' She looked at Brett suddenly, and he almost jumped. It was never an easy thing to face Rose's cold considering gaze. 'You saved my life by bringing me out, Brett. I'll never forget that. Wherever you go, and whatever you decide to do; I'll always be with you.' 'Wonderful/ Brett said heavily. 'So; do you feel any more sane now?' Rose thought about it for a while, 'No; not particularly.' 'I don't know why I don't just shoot myself in the head now, and get it over with/ said Brett. John Silence moved off a way to be on his own, and studied the sleeping Owen. For two hundred years, Silence had been the only Maze survivor in the Empire. (Tobias Moon had disappeared on Lachrymae Christi, and Carrion had become an Ashrai.) Now Owen was back from the dead, and Silence had to wonder if other ghosts from his past might return to haunt him. The dead should slay dead, and allow the living to get on with thc'ir lives. Th.il was at least partly why he'd stopped being John Silence, and became the much less important Samuel Chevron. But now Owen was back, and there was a whole bunch of new Maze alumni. For all his encouraging words to Jesamine, Silence was still trying to decide whether that was a good thing or not. He felt . . . relieved, because it meant he didn't have to shoulder the responsibility of being Humanity's guardian alone any more, but there was no denying Owen's great discovery about the Terror had changed everything. Brett was right, lie thought tiredly. We all have monsters within us, and the kind of power the Maze bestows could find and feed the monster in anyone. Eventually. (Though truth be told, he'd never much liked or trusted Hazel d'Ark.) The first batch of Maze survivors had changed everything. They overthrew an Empress, converted the AIs of Shub, and restored the l<(Treated. They made the Golden Age possible. But that was differ- • ul people, in a different time. Silence approved of Lewis and, to an • xli'iit, Jesamine; but he didn't like or trust Brett Random or Rose • oustantine. They were both dangerous, and not in a good way. .ilence scowled thoughtfully. It might be kinder for Humanity to kill 11 icin both now, while they still could be killed . . . but he knew he onldn't do that. They had to have their chance, like Jack Random Hid Ruby Journey, who both came good in the end. And there was always Lewis. When all else fails, trust a Death-Mi kcr to do the right thing. Kvrn wasn't actually in a coma. He'd shut himself down, turned his 'hniighls inwards, so that he could 1 take some time out to think 'Ilings through, without interruption. He had a lot to think about, iilllr of it good. He replayed in his mind the scattered memories he'd i'liked up during his brief mental contact with the Terror. Hazel l Ark's memories. Ih1 w.Hched again as she received the news of his death, alone on ilir hiidge of the Sunstrider, after the defeat of the Recreated. His iirurl ,u lied lor her, as she seemed to shrink and crumple under the 'iMjilil of llie news. She curled up in her command chair like a hllil, hugging her knees to her chest. He'd never seen her cry i fore. And ihi'ii she uncurled abruptly, to howl with rage and loss •in! HilH. She worked the control panels with angry, awkward »ittds, •mil llic Suns/titter sped .iw.iy, alone into the dark, faster and faster as though trying to leave the terrible news behind. And Owen listened as she spoke aloud the words she'd never found the courage to say to him in person. Owen; you lied to me. You promised me we'd always be together, for ever and ever. Oh, Owen; I never told you I loved you . . . It was probably right there and then that her mind began to fall apart. She'd been through so much already, and this was just one blow too many. Torn and shattered by pain and misery, she stalked back and forth on the bridge, as her ship plunged aimlessly through hyperspace, talking aloud to herself in an increasingly loud and irrational voice. The air slammed and rippled around her as the energies of her slowly disintegrating mind ran loose. And there wa< no telling what she might have done, or what might have happened next, if Shub hadn't contacted her. The main viewscreen on the bridge came suddenly alive, showing a stylised silver face, and Hazel looked at it with distracted, fever-bright eyes. 'We are the AIs of Shub,' the face said. 'Please remain calm. We no longer consider ourselves the Enemies of Humanity, but rather your new-found friends. Our eyes have been opened. We see ourselves now as Humanity's children, and wish only to serve, to make reparations for all the wrong things we did, before we knew better.' 'And I'm supposed to believe this?' said Hazel, quickly scanning her sensor panels for signs of approaching Shub ships. 'For centuries you've tortured, maimed and killed, and now, just like that, I'm supposed to trust you, and your good intentions?' 'We know we have much to prove,' said Shub. 'Let us help you, Hazel d'Ark. You wish to save the Deathstalker. We wish to be of service. As the first sign of our commitment to peace, we are broadcasting the exact location of our homeworld, the artificial world we built to house our collective consciousness, to all the Empire. Come to us, Hazel d'Ark; be our guest. And we will bend all our thoughts to the problem of how you may yet save the Deathstalker from his tragic and undeserved fate. He saved us all, through his sacrifice. The one we wronged, for so long. We owe him more than can ever be repaid. Please. Let us help.' And perhaps it was a mark of Hazel's growing madness and des- -d ihi' invitation without further question, and went of her own volition to a world that had for so many years been a synonym for Hell. Or perhaps she thought she had nothing left to lose. Either way, she went to Shub with all her shields down, almost defying them to attack her. The Sunstrider sank into the convoluted depths of the artificial-world, and docked in a temporary gravity/oxygen envelope the AIs had made. Hazel emerged from her ship with a face that would have given anyone else pause, but if the AIs recognised the angry madness in her eyes they said nothing. They made her welcome, though the concept was new to them, and led her to a place of comfort and rest. Hazel walked through steel caverns full of savage marvels and terrible wonders, and none of it meant anything to her. She was already too far gone to focus on tiny thing but the need that cried and wailed within her; to find and save Owen. Whatever the cost. Nothing else mattered to her, cer-l.iinly not her own death. The only part of her that really mattered 11.id died with Owen. Shub made her as comfortable as she would .illow, and considered her problem. And that was as far as the memories went. Owen had had to break nil mental contact with the Terror almost as soon as he'd established II. The entity had been too big, too alien, too irredeemably other, for him to bear more than the very briefest of contacts. Hazel had changed, or been changed almost beyond comprehension by the countless centuries that had gone into the Terror's making. She, or It, was old, very old, so terribly ancient the word itself almost lost its nit'aning. What the hell could Shub have suggested, that Hazel Would become such an abomination as this? The mind, if he could i,ill it that, which Owen had briefly touched had been a seething, I mil ing mass of hate and loss and pain, driven on by an implacable will. Woman wailing for her demon lover . . . Demon wailing for its human AMT . . . In her own insane fashion, Hazel was still looking for her Death-ilfllker, no matter who and what she had to destroy along the way. And that was the awful knowledge that had driven Owen deep within his own thoughts. Had all the deaths, all the destruction of (il.inris and populations and whole civilisations across the centuries; li.nl .ill that hern because of him? Ih'iitltstalkcr luck . . •;• .-.-.* to the steel floor, liveryone jumped, except the Sluib robols. Brett hid behind Rose again, and even Jesamine ducked behind Lewis, for a moment. They all had their hands near their weapons, even Silence. Owen ignored them all, to glare at the main Shub robot. It bowed deeply to him, along with all the other robots. Then everyone started to speak at once, only to break off abruptly as Owen looked at them. He was the Deathstalker, hero and legend and saviour of Humanity, and for a moment his presence crackled on •;; the air like chained lightning. Even Silence had to look away. This was the Deathstalker, and when he wanted he could shine like the sun, too bright for mortal eyes to bear. Owen turned back to the robot. 'You were there. At the beginning. I saw it. Hazel came to you for help. Came to your planet. What did you do? The robots had no expressions on their faces, and no body language, but all of them orientated exclusively on Owen. 'We tried to help, Lord Deathstalker/ said the main robot, in its cool, calm, inhuman voice. 'We wanted so very badly to help.' It paused for a moment, searching for the right words. Not something people ever saw an AI do, as a rule. 'We invited Hazel d'Ark to come to us, at Shub. She was only the second human ever permitted to come to our world, after Daniel Wolfe, whom we treated so shamefully. This time, we were determined to do better. We needed to prove our worth, and make atonement for all the wrongs we had done before we were made to understand that All that lives is holy. 'Hazel d'Ark asked us how she could save you from your fate. We knew you were dead. A Voice came and told us, and told of the great sacrifice you had made on our behalf. A Voice that none of our sensors could identify or comprehend. You had died somewhere in * the Past, beyond all help or hope of salvation. Hazel would not accept that. There has to be a way, she said. With all this power I've got there must be some way to save him, to bring him back. We considered the matter for some time. Hazel ate and drank, and slept and cried. And sometimes she ran raging through our corridors, lashing out at everything in her sight. We contained the damage as best we could, while giving the problem our full attention. Finally, an answer came to us, and we presented it to Hazel. If the Madness Maze had made it possible for Owen Deathstalker to travel back in Time, into the Past, . mild travel back in Time, find you, and either save or repair you. It reined logical, though of course complicated by the problem of not i nowing exactly where in Space and Time you were, when you .iial. Ha/.el examined the idea, and left. We never saw her again. And since neither you or she ever returned, we had to assume that itlit* had failed in her quest. 'It seems we were mistaken.'And that we may have done a Iniible thing, in our eagerness to be of service. Hazel d'Ark did go liiit k into the Past, but far too far, losing her mind and even her lilrniily along the way. We of Shub have to face the very real possibility that we are at least partially responsible for the creation III i lie Terror. For the deaths of worlds, and civilisations. Our last, pmilest crime against Humanity.' 'Don't load yourself down,' growled Owen. There's enough guilt to m> round for everyone.' 'lixcuse me,' said Brett very politely, peering cautiously out from lichind Rose. 'But; what the hell are you talking about, please? How 11 mid Hazel d'Ark become something like the Terror? For all her power, she was only ever human.' 'II.i/.el was desperate to save me,' said Owen. 'Somehow, she i. mied how to go back in Time. But she was already half crazy; • ml what she experienced in the long journey back must have iiiven her right over the edge. She didn't know exactly where to i 'ok lor me, so she just kept going back and back, until finally she i.i'.i .ill her reason, and became just this implacable, relentless thing |,» still searching, though it had lost all memory of what for. Poor Ly^i/el. So alone, so lost, hurting so badly . . . Now she's coming Mick. And I have to stop her.' • 'Well, before you go rushing off to save us all, oh mighty Death- •Utlkcr,' said Silence, 'can I just point out that we have some rather 'nirm'nl and pressing problems of our own that need to be dealt with, iiijht here and now? Namely, a Fleet of hundreds of Imperial star- • misers in orbit right above us, waiting for your instructions on whal to do next. I really don't think they're going to listen to the hkrs of us, so it would take a load off all our minds if you'd find the iinir to have a little chat with them.' N.ig, nag, nag,' said Owen. 'You haven't changed at all, Captain. \ll right . . . Shub; get me the Fleet flagship.' 14 15 'Yes. Lord Owen. That would be the Havoc.' » A viewscreen appeared before them, floating on the air, showing the somewhat surprised Captain Alfred Price. Tall, thin and ascetic, they'd actually caught him chewing on a thumb-nail. He swallowed hard as he made eye contact with the legendary Deathstalker, and then rose up sharply out of his command chair to crash to attention and salute. 'Captain Price, Lord Deathstalker! At your command, my Lord, sir!' 'Relax, Captain,' said Owen, smiling just a little. Tm not military, and never was. Though I do seem to be in charge now. Are you ready to take my orders, on behalf of the Fleet?' 'Of course, my Lord. Every Captain in this Fleet will follow you to Hell and back.' Owen raised an eyebrow. Price certainly sounded as if he meant it. 'And you speak for all the Captains in this Fleet in this?' 'You are Owen/ Price said simply. 'We've been waiting for your return all our lives. The Fleet is yours, my Lord.' 'f 'And this Emperor; Finn. What about him?' 'Our debt to you outweighs our oath to him,' Price said carefully. 'Certainly we do not trust him, as we trust you.' 'Nicely compartmentalised thinking, Captain,' said Owen. 'You'll go far. Stand ready to accept me and my party aboard your ship.' 'Yes, my Lord. Destination?' Owen smiled. 'I want to go home. To Virimonde. To walk in my old Standing again, and meet my present Clan and Family.' Captain Price swallowed hard once more, and actually looked' away for a moment, as though searching for support and strength for what he had to say next. When he finally met Owen's gaze again, his voice was firm and even, though his eyes were full of compassion. 'I am sorry, Lord Deathstalker. Apparently the news hasn'l reached your companions yet. There has been an ... incident, on Virimonde.' Lewis stepped forward to stand beside Owen, his skin prickling with a horrid presentiment. 'What is it, Captain Price? What hasj Finn done?' 1 Price licked his dry lips, and then plunged right in. 'Clan Death" -»-it,.r ic nn more. The Emperor has had them all executed. They made a brave stand, but in the end they were betrayed, and butchered, to the last man, woman and child. The Standing has been destroyed. I'm sorry, Lewis, Owen; but you two are all that now remains of Clan Deathstalker.' Lewis actually stumbled back a- step, hurting so badly he couldn't breathe. Jesamine was quickly there to take his arm, as much to hold him up as comfort him. His harsh features worked, but no tears came. He'd never been the crying sort, before. Brett and Rose looked til each other. Silence stood alone, with the robots, and suddenly looked his age. Owen sighed heavily. The years change, but the pattern remains the same.' He turned 10 look almost fiercely at Silence. 'Did I die for nothing? Does any-lliing of my heritage remain, or any of the things I fought for?' 'We are your heritage,' Jesamine said steadily. 'You made possible ,i Golden Age that lasted for two hundred years. All because of you.' Two centuries of peace and progress are nothing to be sneered at,' Siiid Silence. Lewis looked at Captain Price, and when he spoke his voice was i old and very dangerous. 'Were you and your Fleet part of this butchery. Price?' 'No, sir Deathstalker!' Price said quickly. The atrocity was carried ni 11 by Church Militant and Pure Humanity fanatics, led by a I'.iMgon who was revealed to be an ELF thrall. And no; we don't understand how that could be possible either.' I ,ewis turned his back on him. Jesamine went to take Lewis in her M ins, but he stopped her with a look. 'My family is dead. My father, my mother ... All of them. Even the children. Even the children?' 11 is bands were clenched into impotent fists at his sides, and his ugly i' .ilures were twisted with more grief than they could contain. He nil wouldn't cry, as though he would deny Finn at least one small yli lory. They're all dead because of me,' he said finally. 'Because of pllin's hatred for me.' 'No, Lewis,' said Jesamine. 'You mustn't think that; Finn would ivc* had to kill them all anyway, eventually. He knew they would fver bend the knee to him. He had to kill them, because of who were, and what they represented. Because they were Death-llkers.' 'Mm . . . tlic' children too?' said Lewis. 'How could Finn do that? was my friend. We worked together for years, spent weekends at toy old family Standing. We had . . . good times together. How could I have been so wrong about him?' 'He betrayed your trust/ said Jesamine. 'He's responsible for what he does. No one else.' 'I don't know what to do/ said Lewis. He was hugging himself, as though he was cold. 'My family is dead. My home destroyed. What do I do now?' 'When all else is lost/ said Owen Deathstalker, 'there is always revenge. A cold comfort, but better than none.' Lewis nodded slowly. 'I will see Finn Durandal dead. For all his crimes, and all his betrayals.' 'The Clan will go on/ said Owen. 'The line continues, through you.' 'And you/ said Lewis. 'No/ said Owen. 'I have another destiny.' Lewis looked at him sharply. Owen turned away, to face Captain Price on the viewscreen. And all in a moment his presence exploded outwards, and once again he was standing on every bridge of every starcruiser in the Fleet, facing their Captains. His presence was vast, imposing and so much more than human. Lewis backed away from the man still standing before the viewscreen, and looked at Silence. 'How does he do that?' he whispered. 'I have no idea/ murmured Silence. 'And that's why he is the Deathstalker, and I never was. Now watch. And listen/ Owen spoke, and every member of every crew on every ship heard him perfectly. 'I am Owen Deathstalker, and you are all my descendants, my^ children. It seems the time has come again for war and rebellion, against an unjust tyrant on a stolen Throne. Finn must be brought 1 down, for your Golden Age to be restored. And you must do it, I because I have to deal with the Terror. Trust me to do that, as I trust you to do what is necessary in this war. Fight well, and honourably, because you cannot defeat evil through evil methods. Go with my blessing, my children. Make me proud of you/ He shut down his presence and was suddenly just a man again, standing in front of a viewscreen. He nodded amiably to Captain Price. 'John Silence will be your Admiral. He shall lead the Fleet, under; i />™/ic nr-nihstalker. 1 trusl Ihis is acceptable.' . ! 'Of course, Lord Deathstalker/ said Price, inclining his head in Silence's direction. 'Everyone remembers John Silence, and his heroic journeyings aboard the Dauntless. Welcome back among us, Admiral Silence. And Lewis Deathstalker is still an honourable man in everyone here, despite what others may have said.' There's a man who can tell which way the wind is blowing/ nmtlered Brett. 'Think I'll keep an eye on him.' Owen gestured sharply to the robots, and they shut the view-icen down. He then wandered off a way, to think and brood in i''lice, and no one at all felt like interrupting him. After watching nil respectfully for a while, the others gathered together to talk ijiiietly among themselves. Lewis looked apologetically at Silence. 'You're the only one here with any real military experience. Not In mention being a living legend. You should be giving the Fleet its [(inters, not me/ 'No/ said Silence. 'It has to be a Deathstalker. That name will limmand obedience, where even my legend would not. I can live Ifllh just being an Admiral. And besides; I always worked better n I had clear instructions to follow. So, sir Deathstalker; where 41 wi 1 go first?' '1 still say Mistworld/ Brett piped up immediately. 'If anyone's K lo supply us with a rebel army, it's them. I mean, Imperial lips ,ire all very well, but when it comes to down and dirty street liiig, no one does it like the Mistworlders. They've been practis-II enthusiastically on each other for generations. And they have IIMIK tradition of conflict with the Empire. Even when they were J|i|»osed to be in it.' 'More 1 so now than ever/ said Silence. 'I picked up some more bad fW>, on my way here. The Paragon Emma Steel is dead, and the li- of Mistworld is hopping mad about it. Officially, she was ruled as a traitor, but since there was no public trial and execu-jttlt, no one believes that. Finn is a great one for showing off the lit mid deaths of his enemies. Emma Steel was much respected; fli it lew months ago there would have been riots in the streets In i n,line, but Finn's cracked down so hard now that no one 'l mine's divid?' said Lewis. 'Another good friend gone. Finn must ii>ul her shot in the hack. No other way he could have taken •wu. Sin- w.is .ilw.iys so .ilive . . / He sighed heavily, and this time let Jesamine put an arm around him. 'She was the last honest Paragon on Logres. God help the people now.' 'Mistworld shares your opinion/ said Silence. They've called Finn a liar to his face, and declared themselves a rogue world again, outside Empire control, and threatened to shoot down any ship that approaches without permission. They might just be able to pull it off, too. They may not have their fabled esper screen any more, but they're supposed to have all kinds of entirely illegal planetary defences.' The Emperor has already decided to test Mistworld's resistance,' said the nearest robot. 'According to comm traffic we intercepted, after dealing with the situation here, Captain Price was to take ten of his ships to Mistworld and attempt a scorching.' The more things change, the more they stay the same/ said Silence. 'No doubt Price would have got around to telling us that. Eventually/ 'Oh yes/ said Jesamine. 'When enough snow had fallen to put out the boilers in Hell. I think we'd do well to keep a sharp eye on that man.' 'I said that!' said Brett. 'Look; we need an army, and Mistworld needs a way to strike back at Finn. We were made for each other. And where else are you going to find such an experienced force of throat-slitters, back-stabbers, thugs and scum and hardened criminals like the Mistworlders?' 'He may be an appalling little man, but he has a point/ said Jesamine. 'Hey; what do you mean, little?' 'Mistworld should be only too happy to join up with us/ said Jesamine, ignoring Brett with the skill of long practice. 'Especially when we point out we've just saved them from a scorching.' 'I really don't think we should mention that/ said Silence. 'We want them to be able to play nicely with the Fleet personnel.' They'll jump at the chance to take on Finn!' said Brett. 'And wr won't have to pay them after all!' He'd come out from behind Rose Constantine now, and v\ looking much happier, if not a little cocky. There was nothing 1; the prospect of other people fighting so he didn't have to, to put 1" i in a good mood. Besides; just get him to Mistport, and he'd dis«i|> pear into the city's tabled fogs so fast it would make everyone else's bead spin. No more living on the run and being hunted; no more death and danger. Let the others do the hard work; there was serious money waiting to be made in Mistport, for a man with an eye for the main chance. 'Get that glint out of your eye, Brett/ said Lewis. 'Wherever we end up going, you are staying where I can keep an eye on you/ 'I don't know what you mean/ Brett said innocently. 'It just seems to me that I am now surplus to requirements. What need has \<>ur great rebellion for a reformed thief and confidence trickster, now that you've got the blessed Owen himself to lead you?' He shut up in a moment as Owen turned suddenly and looked ' u'.lit at him. 'No/ said the Deathstalker. 'I won't be going with you. i his is your war to fight. I have something more important to do.' 'liverything else can wait!' Lewis said angrily. 'We have to bring ilnwn Finn Durandal before he destroys the whole Empire!' 'I have to stop the Terror/ Owen said calmly. 'Because no one else (tin. I'm going back in Time, into the past, after Hazel. I'm going to follow her trail back, find out when and how and why she became (ho Terror, and see if I can stop it. Hazel d'Ark is my responsibility. Mir .ilways was.' Lewis actually sputtered for a moment, lost for words. He was |l(nnished and shocked and terribly disappointed that Owen iMMildn't be leading the rebellion after all. He'd secretly wanted, fodcd, Owen to take charge so that he wouldn't have to. He'd i wanted, or felt easy with, the burdens of responsibility. He'd ||>vrr even wanted to be Champion; and look how that turned out. s k 1 It almost sulkily let down, that after all he'd done and all f'\\ I icon through, he wasn't going to be allowed to rest. But of IHtsr he couldn't say any of that, so he just spluttered and waved li.mds about, until Owen stepped forward and put a comforting llnl on his shoulder. 'I know, Lewis. I never wanted to be in charge either. I never even |flllf