Pilgrim. Sara Douglass

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СКАЧАТЬ a chamber that was completely mirrored. He could not escape, and any power he used was turned back against him.”

      “Mirrors? How could they —”

      Noah grunted, and his face paled even more than it was already. He took several deep breaths, and then spoke rapidly, as if he knew he had not much longer.

      “Mirrors … we mirrored him back to himself, we mirrored his hate back to himself. But …” Noah suppressed a groan, and momentarily closed his eyes, “unfortunately you will not have the same success now. The TimeKeepers are somewhat wary of mirrors and reflections.”

      “And so you —”

      “And so we — or those who had the skill among us, for not all among us commanded the strength — dismembered him. They took his breath and warmth and movement and soul and separated them.”

      “His body?”

      Noah shrugged. “It was useless. I think we burned it, although I am not sure.”

      And thus the need for a new body to house Qeteb, thought Drago.

      “No-one initially knew what to do with these life components,” Noah continued. His voice and breath were easier now, as if his pain had levelled out. “In themselves they were still horrendously dangerous. We tried to destroy them, but found we could not. The other TimeKeepers were doing their best to steal them back from us — and they were powerful. Too powerful for us to hold out against for very long.”

      “So you decided to flee through the universe with them.”

      “Yes. It was the best we could do. I volunteered to lead the fleet of craft —”

      “Craft?”

      Noah looked up at the chamber. “We sit in the command chamber of the command craft. The craft are, ah, like ships that sail the seas, but these sail the universe.”

      Drago nodded hesitantly, struggling to come to grips with the concept.

      “We set sail with four craft, one for each of Qeteb’s life components, for we dared not store them in the same place. It was a mission that all of us —”

      “Us?”

      Noah’s mouth thinned at the constant interruption — could the man not see he was in pain? “We had twelve crew members in each of the craft. Well, anyway, it was a mission that we all doubted we could return from.”

      “You knew you would never go home again. Noah … who did you leave behind?”

      Tears slid down Noah’s cheeks. “A daughter — my wife was dead. Her name is … was … Katie. It was … it was hard, but I went knowing she would live in a better world for my flight.”

      Drago placed a hand on Noah’s knee. “I am sorry, Noah.”

      “I know you are. Thank you. Well, we fled through the universe. For many thousands of years.”

      Drago frowned, noting Noah’s deteriorating state. “You are immortal? How else could you survive a journey of so long?”

      Noah gave a harsh bark of laughter. “Immortal? Nay, obviously not! Our craft were equipped with … sleeping chambers, I guess you can call them, and in these we spent most of our time. The craft were set with self-guidance systems, and we generally slept, trusting in them to do their best.”

      Noah paused. “As a race, we had travelled parts of the universe before, but never so far or for so long as our fleet did. We did not realise what such lengthy travel through the stars would do to our craft.”

      Noah paused, remembering, and this time Drago did not bother him with a question.

      “Our craft were woken by the music of the stars,” Noah eventually continued. “And from that music they learned.”

      “Learned?”

      Noah did not speak for some minutes, and when he finally did, his voice was soft with wonder. “Drago, your Icarii race speak of the Star Dance, the music that the stars make as they dance through the universe. While we slept, the music of the Star Dance infiltrated the craft, changing them, creating an awareness that was not there previously.

      “They changed, and were filled with a purpose of their own. They changed,” he repeated, as if still trying to understand it himself.

      “Periodically we woke from our sleep to make sure the craft were operating normally. On one memorable occasion,” Noah actually managed a smile, as he remembered the shock of his crew, “we woke to find that the craft would no longer obey our instructions. We found ourselves passengers, as much cargo as Qeteb’s life parts.

      “The craft altered course, heading for a different part of the universe than that which we intended to go.”

      Noah paused, his face emptying of all expression. “Gradually, I became ‘aware’ of the craft, and of the music that filtered through the stars. No-one else among us did. I was the only one graced.”

      “You were the only one picked.”

      Noah’s mouth twitched. “Aye, Drago, you are right. I was the only one picked. I learned that the craft headed for a world — this world. I was appalled. Infect another world with what we carried? And with the other TimeKeepers?

      “We knew,” he added, “that the five remaining TimeKeepers would follow us as best they could, hunting down Qeteb’s life parts. It was one of the reasons we fled through the universe, knowing that in doing so we would rid our own world of all the TimeKeepers.”

      “And so you brought them to this world.”

      Noah turned his head and stared out the windows. Faint starlight illuminated the scores of lines about his forehead and reflected the pain in his eyes.

      “The craft brought them to this world,” he said softly, still not looking at Drago. “Not I. Not my race.”

      “You thought only to flee, not thinking of the eventual consequences.”

      Noah turned his eyes back to Drago. “Do not condemn us, Drago. Not you.”

      Now Drago dropped his eyes. “Then why did the craft bring them here?”

      “It has taken me a long time to come to this understanding, Drago. Let me speak, and do not interrupt me. What you hear will be hard.”

      Noah swivelled his chair back to the windows. “Behold what will happen to your world when the TimeKeepers reconstitute Qeteb.”

      When, not if? But the view in the window shifted before Drago had a chance to ask the question.

      As Drago had seen the Demons ravaging Noah’s home world, now he saw them ravage Tencendor. Wasteland. Insanity. Deserts. People with no hope, nowhere to go. All beauty, love, hope and enchantment destroyed.

      Drifting ashes where once had been forest.

      Bones littering dust-swept streets where once had been cities.

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