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."My entire concentration has been devoted to the mirrors.But great evils or great benefits, surely.""Indeed.One or the other, but nothing trivial.They will be very different, pup.Very different, indeed, from what I have been able to learn.You must realize that they will not all be magnificent and terrible weapons and technologies and whatnot that not even the brethren have begun to suspect.They will be modes of thought and slants of eye and ways of hearing that have not occurred even to our greatest thinkers.They will be the product of a distinct evolution, with all that implies in the way of millions of years of shaping minds as well as forms.They will infect us with ten thousand new ideas, new hopes, new fears-as, I am sure, we will infect them.Imagine the impact of the silth ideal upon a species that has no concept of that sort.""I have seen the edges of such things, mistress, and I find them frightening.""Indeed.And how much more frightening to silth who are narrower of mind? Who have known but one way since first rising to walk upon their legs alone? How threatening to them? There is great potential in this meeting of races, and its shaping for good or evil will lie strongly in the paws of the successor to Bestrei, for that successor will have the strength to determine anything she wishes in the void.You recall the frontier maxim you quoted to me so often.As strength goes.""I understand, mistress.""I hope you do, Marika.I pray you do.Truly.Like it or not, the future lies in your paws.You are the shaper.The eyes of all silth will be upon you after my passing.Your defeat of Starstalker's raid and your mirrors have made of you the best known of silth, though you sought no notoriety.The world over, meth will look to you first.It is a heavy responsibility.Can you be a Dra-Legit? A Charhein? A Singer Harden for our times?"Had Kiljar not been so close to dying, Marika might have become impatient.At the moment she could say only, "I will not disappoint you, mistress.""Good.Good, pup.And do not disappoint yourself.Sit with me now.In silence.I believe I am ready.I have done all that I must do."Kiljar closed her eyes.Marika felt her composing herself through the mental rituals.She continued to hold the old silth's paw.The All was not long in claiming Kiljar, then.And for hours afterward Marika did not think of anything else, did not once calculate what Kiljar's passing might mean on the mundane level of what direction the Redoriad would now take.Even the importance of Kublin's escape did not penetrate her awareness till she had come to an accommodation of her loss.In her grief she was reminded that even now, when she had acquired the power, she had not discharged a debt placed upon her when she was but ten years old.She had not seen to the Mourning of the Degnan pack.That was a thing that would have to be done.She would discuss it with Grauel and Barlog.Kiljar gone.The world would not be the same.Chapter Thirty-ThreeIMarika worked out her grief aboard her saddleship.She flew north, into the wilds below Skiljansrode, and spent three days in the hunt for Kublin.Three days during which few traces of the fugitive were found.He had planned well, her crafty little littermate.He traveled by night, in the dark of the moons, in snow storms, in high winds, seldom leaving a trail that could be seen from aloft the next day.Those who hunted him always knew where he had to be within a hundred square miles, but they could not pin him down more closely.After three days Marika left the hunt, resigned.The All would will Kublin caught or not, according to its grand design.She had more pressing matters to attend.She made daily pilgrimages into the void, studying the progress of the mirrors, learning the neighbor stars of her sun.Each of those, she discovered, had its unique flavor that she could identify instantly if she simply abandoned thought and opened to the All.Once she found the key the learning process accelerated till she could know a star in seconds.All was well with the mirrors.Bagnel kept a firm paw on the project.She was not needed there looking over everyone's shoulder every moment.She went out to Kim again and experimented there, and found she was able to learn the new, strange stars visible only from there in just a matter of hours.Home again, after having intentionally stretched herself by not pausing to rest upon the planet.She returned to Ruhaack to catch up on the situation upon the homeworld.Kublin had not been taken, though Bagnel had sent a squadron of dirigibles to help with the search.Their technological advantages had been of no value.Marika began to suspect that her littermate had used the fartouch to call in help after all.She learned that the new most senior of the Redoriad was a silth named Balbrach, who had been nominated by Kiljar before her passing.Balbrach had pledged to pursue her predecessor's policies, particularly in operating in concert with the Reugge.The alliance represented a concentration of power unseen for generations.There had been a Serke courier incursion.The patrols hoping to jump the messenger had been insufficiently alert.The darkship had gotten past them and gotten down without betraying its landing site."We're still hunting for them," Bagnel told her."We have traces picked up by satellite, but the optics just aren't what they should be.If our resources weren't so totally committed to the mirror project, we might develop an observation network.""It isn't really that critical.What we have will do the job.It's just a matter of forging better communications between your radar operators and our huntresses."Bagnel was amused."Of course.Just plant a qualified fartoucher in each of our installations.Or put one of our radio operators aboard each of your darkships.Nothing to it.Assuming you can get around however many millennia of tradition.""Of course," Marika said, with sarcasm equaling his."Nothing to it.There are times when I wonder how we meth have managed to survive."Bagnel had come down from the Hammer soon after learning of her return.He had called her from the brethren legation at Ruhaack and they had flown together into the wastes to that remote base from which the Reugge cloister at Maksche had been attacked.The brethren still maintained a small establishment there, rebuilt after Marika destroyed the base, as a way station at the intersection of dirigible lines.Marika had gone out upon her saddleship, flying off the wing of Bagnel's increasingly venerable Sting fighter.Now they were aloft in the Sting, putting it through its paces."I hear you've been promoted again," Marika said."Yes.As always, the factors reward incompetence.The leading mirror is now all mine to demolish."Marika was amused.He was so persistently negative about his own abilities."I will be going away soon, Bagnel.As soon as modifications to my darkship are completed and I have trained a group of new bath." She had asked for the four strongest upcoming bath the Reugge and Redoriad could provide.The extra would be a reserve, would allow rest and rotation during extended interstellar passages.And she had a further experiment in mind that would require the presence of an extra silth."I have the darkship at the dome on Biter being fitted to carry a detachable pod in which we can haul stores.""Then you plan to be gone a long time.""I'll be back in plenty of time to celebrate the triumphant completion of the first mirror.""I see little enough of you now.If you disappear for years again.""I seriously doubt I will be gone that long.I was teasing.""You're going after the Serke, aren't you?""That's the main reason.But also to see what's out there.Just to see it.""Then the Serke are as much excuse as they are reason.""Of course they are [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]