Skolian Empire - Skyfall Part 11

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"Let her go," Garlin said. "She is bored with her new toy."

That's it.Roca was tired of his insults. She swung around on the first landing, her hand clenched on its railing. "You overstep yourself, Garlin."

He came forward, past Eldri, to the foot of the stairs, his anger like sparks, crackling against her barriers. "You come here, so full of condescension. You play with Eldri as if he were no more than a toy to entertain you, though among our people he claims great respect." His voice rose, powerful in the hall, with the astonis.h.i.+ng richness only the Lyshrioli could attain. "And you presume to sayIoverstep myself?"

"Stop it!" Eldri strode past him and climbed the first two steps. "Both of you."

Roca braced herself against the waves of hostility from Garlin that flooded her mind. She could barely control her voice as she spoke to him. "Among my people, you could be imprisoned for speaking to me in that manner."



"Please," Eldri said. "Don't tear at each other this way."

Garlin never took his gaze from Roca. "Among my people, you are nothing."

"Stop!" Eldri said. "You are the two people I-I most-I-" His eyes suddenly lost focus. He grunted- And then he fell.

Caught off guard, Roca froze. Garlin reacted faster, lunging to catch Eldri as the younger man toppled down the stairs. Eldri's body had gone rigid. As Garlin eased him to the floor, Roca started down the stairs, her fear for Eldri swamping her anger.

His entire body jerked, his torso arching, his arms and legs moving violently back and forth. A convulsion wracked him from foot to head. Garlin pulled off his jacket and eased it under Eldri's head, to keep him from cracking his skull on the stone floor. Then he shed his overs.h.i.+rt and put it under Eldri's legs. He turned Eldri on his side and knelt by his cousin, staying back just enough to keep from being hit by Eldri's jerking limbs.

The seizure seemed to last forever. To Roca's mind, it felt like a raging fire, buffered by her defenses but threatening to overwhelm them. When Eldri's face turned blue, her breath caught with fear. For a moment she thought the seizure had ended, but then he began to jerk again. Garlin remained by his side, his face agonized, his hands hovering in the air as if he wanted to help but could do nothing more.

Roca had no formal medical training, but her node stored some knowledge. Eldri was having a generalized tonic clonic seizure caused by an overload of neurons firing in his brain. People sometimes put an object in the person's mouth to keep him from biting his tongue, but Skolian doctors advised against it. Garlin's quick response suggested this had happened before, enough that he had learned what to do.

Finally, mercifully, Eldri's body went limp. He seemed to collapse into himself, his muscles releasing their vise-lock on his body. For a moment the three of them remained frozen in a tableau. Then, in the same moment that Roca stepped forward, Garlin laid his hand on his cousin's shoulder.

Eldri's eyelashes fluttered up. "Garlin?" he whispered.

Garlin's voice cracked as he spoke in their language, and his rea.s.suring tone had the sound of desperation. As Eldri's eyes closed, his face went slack. For one horrible instant Roca thought he had died. But no, he was breathing, the rhythm shallow but regular. Her surge of relief was so intense, it almost hurt.

With great care, Garlin slid one arm under Eldri's legs and the other around his back. Then he lifted his cousin and stood up, holding Eldri's limp body. When he turned to Roca, she saw the same guilt in his eyes that she felt in her heart. Had their argument done this? She couldn't speak, couldn't ask that d.a.m.ning question.

Garlin carried Eldri up the stairs and she followed. Eldri was sleeping now; the firestorm in his mind had ended.

In Eldri's suite, Garlin laid him on the bed and pulled off his boots. As he drew the quilt over his cousin, Eldri opened his eyes and spoke. Roca recognized none of the words except her name.

Garlin stiffened. He straightened up and stood, staring at Eldri, his face frozen. Then he turned to Roca with a leaden gaze. "He wishes to speak to you alone."

She answered quietly. "Thank you."

He just shook his head. Then he left. Roca watched him go, wis.h.i.+ng she knew how to heal this pain.

Turning back to Eldri, she sat next to him on the bed. "Are you all right?"

His lashes drooped. "Now you know."

"Yes," she murmured. "Do you have the seizures often?"

He opened his eyes, struggling with the effort. "More as I am older. Every ten or twenty days.

Lately...every few days. It is why we came to the mountains. I improve here." His voice was fading.

"Happens more if I become upset..."

"I am so sorry," she whispered.

"Not your fault." He gave up the struggle and let his eyes close.

"The demons have come all my life...long before you and Garlin didn't like each other."

"Demons?"

"Garlin says they shake my body."

"Ai, no." Roca felt as if her heart ached. What else would he believe, in a society with so little health care, one where they became old in their thirties? She hated to think what he must have felt, spending his life convinced angry spirits wracked his body with such violence, growing stronger each year.

She spoke softly. "There are no demons, Eldri. You have a medical condition, a treatable one. I think it is epilepsy."

"I do not know this word."

"It means your brain has a problem."

He smiled wanly. "When I was young, Garlin said similar. I often got into mischief. He would intone about my behaving myself. But really, he liked fun, even if he tried to be stern..." His voice trailed off.

After a moment, Roca realized he had fallen asleep. She watched him for a while, smoothing the hair off his forehead when he stirred. He looked younger in sleep, hardly more than a boy.

Brad Tompkins had asked if she had ever had to watch someone she loved die because they lacked medical care. She remembered all too well her self-righteous response. G.o.ds, she wished she could take back those words. Of course she had never suffered such heartbreaks. Everyone in her circle had the best medical care possible. Eldri lived on the other side, in the bleak struggle to survive an illness with no cure among his people, no treatment, no explanation.

The severity of his attack frightened her. Having so many of his neurons fire at once had to be like a storm sweeping his brain. And psions had extra neural structures. She had never known an empath or telepath with epilepsy before, but she could see how having so many more neurons could worsen his condition. His seizure had lasted longer than the one or two minutes predicted by her node. Her files listed a condition, status epilepticus, in which the seizures didn't stop, but kept on going. Mercifully, Eldri's had ended. But if he experienced such severe attacks often, increasing in frequency as he grew older, then without treatment he had no chance of a normal life. It was no wonder he wanted to live his life with such intensity now, fearing he might die tomorrow.

He could be right.

Roca walked down the Vista Hall, a long, narrow room that overlooked the northern mountains, behind the castle, on the side opposite the approach from the plains. The windows here were twice the height of a person and wider than she could stretch her arms. Normally they let in copious sunlight, but today most had their shutters closed. At the end, one pair was open, letting light and freezing air pour into the hall.

Outside, across the canyon that surrounded Windward, a secluded valley nestled in the cliffs. The Backbone Mountains rose above it like gigantic, contorted needles.

Garlin was sitting on a bench by the window, with one foot up on the cus.h.i.+on, his elbow resting on his bent knee. He faced away from Roca, gazing at the snow-covered peaks, his hair blowing back from his face.

His resilience daunted her. He had on only a fur-lined tunic, trousers, and boots, with no other protection from the icy wind. She wore heavier clothes and a jacket, and her nanomeds had boosted her metabolism, but the cold still bothered her. She had never faced weather like this without the computer-regulated warmth of garments that included their own climate-control systems. Eldri and his people lived this way every day, with no heating except fireplaces, no electricity, and only marginal plumbing. It brought home with inescapable bluntness just how much she took for granted.

She let the tread of her feet alert Garlin to her approach. He didn't turn as she reached him, but she felt his recognition. Although he had nothing resembling Eldri's luminous mental gifts, he was an empath.

When she stopped next to him, he continued to gaze at the mountains. Then he said, "How is he?"

"He sleeps." Roca came around and sat on the bench facing him. "Will he be all right?"

He finally looked at her. "Yes, I think so." His pain showed clearly on his face. "This time."

Roca chose her words with as much care as if they were blown gla.s.s that might shatter. "In my life, over the years, I have developed a certain cynicism. Many people have wished to make use of what they thought I could give them, either physically or from my position among my people." She spoke quietly. "If I have judged you unfairly because of that, I apologize."

He regarded her, the wind tossing his hair around his face. "The people who have come to Dalvador, these resort planners, do not treat us well. I have watched them make their plans with little concern for Eldri or our people, as if we were quaint displays to use for entertainment rather than the custodians of this land. Eldri understands it less, but hefeelsit. When you came, so beautiful it hurt to look at you-" He pushed back his blowing hair. "If I have made unfair a.s.sumptions about your motivations, I too apologize."

"Perhaps we might start over, fresh."

"Yes." He sounded weary. "Let us try." He moved his head in the direction of Eldri's room. "If not for ourselves, then for someone who matters more than either of us."

Now that his animosity toward her had eased, Roca sensed what she had missed before. She felt the depth of his love for Eldri, his only family; she heard it in his voice and knew it in the lines that furrowed his face. Perhaps she might have seen before, had she been less armored against the pitiless intrigues that drove the powerful and the wealthy among her people. Eldri and Garlin were like their world: primitive, beautiful, harsh, and pure.

"How long has he been this way?" she asked.

Garlin answered quietly. "All his life."

"Even as a baby?"

He nodded. "The demons first came the day his family died."

"They aren't demons." Roca willed him to believe her. "It is called epilepsy. Our doctors can treat it.

We can relieve his seizures, maybe stop them."

Garlin gave her an incredulous look. "You people from Earth, or Skolia, or wherever it is, you speak glib, impossible words. The planners for this resort tell their fantastic stories with such ease, I question whether they even comprehend what 'truth' means."

She met his gaze. "I'm not lying to you."

"How can you do what no healer or maker of magic has managed throughout my cousin's entire life?"

"It is no magic I offer." Roca didn't know the right words for this. "My people understand medicine better, that is all."

His voice hardened. "If you raise his hopes and then crush them, I will see that you pay for causing him pain."

"I cannot promise miracles. But we may be able to help." She glanced out at the cloudy day and towering mountains. As long as she was trapped here, she could do nothing for Eldri. Looking back at Garlin, she said, "Please know that when I asked Eldri to-"

"Eldri?" His anger sparked so fast, she almost saw fire jump off him. "Do not presume to call him such."

Roca blinked. "He said that was his name."

"Heaskedyou to address him that way?"

"Well, yes." She hesitated. "Is that wrong?"

"No." He turned away from her and stared at the valley, his tone taking a new chill, though this time it seemed more to hide his own pain than push her away. "Not if he allows it."

Roca bit her lip. Although she had noticed Garlin used Eldri's nickname, she hadn't realized until now that Eldri allowed her a familiarity he had granted to no one else but Garlin. She spoke gently. "Please believe that I would never have asked him to go down the mountain if it wasn't vitally important. I would never be that cavalier with his safety."

"Why vital?" He turned and narrowed his gaze at her. "Do you report to these resort people?"

"No. I have nothing to do with them." She s.h.i.+vered in the gusts coming through the window. "If I am not at the port tomorrow, I am not able to leave with the s.h.i.+p. If that happens, I will miss an important meeting among my people."

"A meeting?" His manner remained guarded.

"I am not sure of your language, but Eldri thinks I am similar to what you call a Memory."

Garlin raised an eyebrow. "Memories are mature women."

"As am I."

"You look like a girl."

She knew he didn't mean it as a compliment, which was refres.h.i.+ng, though she doubted he would believe her if she told him. "It is the truth that I have a son your age."

He shook his head, apparently one of the few gestures his people and hers shared. "It is not possible."

"I age differently."

"Then why do you make yourself look so young?"

It startled her that he intuited it was a choice rather than a natural process. She would never reveal how much she resented that "choice." Her contract with the Royal Parthonia Ballet stipulated that she must maintain her appearance and youth. Although she danced far less now, she hadn't stopped completely, and every dancer with the Parthonia Ballet had to sign such a clause. The reasoning was blunt; the more beautiful the dancers, the more tickets the ballet sold. If Roca aged, they would fire her.

Parthonia was a premier company; for every one of its dancers, a hundred others were waiting for their chance, just as brilliant, just as beautiful, and just as driven. She could be replaced that easily, Ruby t.i.tle or no. She loved her art, but years of having her worth based on appearance rather than character or intelligence had drained her. In some ways, it had been a relief to curtail her performance career when she became Foreign Affairs Councilor.

Even if she had known Garlin better, she wouldn't have felt comfortable telling him. The age difference between her and Eldri made her self-conscious, even here, where no one understood.

She said only, "It is part of a contract I signed."

"I do not like this word 'contract.' " Garlin frowned. "The resort people use it. We have no such thing.

We do not 'sign.' "

Roca wondered how she could explain legal doc.u.ments to a people with no written language. "You make agreements among yourselves, yes?"

"Of course."

"How do you verify them?"

"You say you are a Memory, yet you do not know this?"

Ah. Now she saw. "A Memory remembers the agreement."

"Of course. You do not do this?"

"Not myself, no. My a.s.sistants do. But I am part of our governing a.s.sembly. They meet soon and I must be there." She wished she knew how to convince him. "My people may have a war. Many will die.

I could stop it, but not if I am here when the a.s.sembly meets."

Garlin had tensed. "This war-will it come here?"

"I doubt it." Skyfall had neither strategic nor commercial importance. In fact, its value as a resort came from its distance, both physical and metaphorical, from the centers of civilization. But Roca feared many other worlds would suffer the ravages of the first open interstellar conflict ever fought by humanity. Now her people skirmished with the Traders in shadow battles; this would take it into an unprecedented full-scale war.

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