18_the_end_of_the_circle-第11章

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fact　part　of　a　troupe　of　actors；　singers；　and　musicians。

After　the　less　than　warm　reunions　with　Rand　and　Lunk；　Scott　was　expecting　more　of　the　same　from　Lancer；　but…the　former　stage　gender…bender　surprised　him　by　running　up　the　broad　aisle　after　Jorge's　announcement　and　embracing　the　two　of　them　like　family。

〃Scott；　I　can't　believe　it！〃　Lancer　said；　gripping　him　by　the　arms。　〃God；　it's　great　to　see　you　again。〃　He　had　equal　enthusiasm　for　Marlene；　along　with　a　bear　hug　that　went　on　for　well　over　a　minute。

Lancer　looked　lean　and　limber　in　tight…fitting　trousers　and　a　sleeveless　shirt；　but　Scott　noted　dark　circles　under　the　singer's　dyes　and　a　somberness　beneath　the　cheeriness　of　the　moment。　The　natural　color　of　Lancer's　hair　was　growing　in。　Scott　thought　briefly　of　Yellow　Dancer　and　wondered　whether　she　was　gone　for　good。

〃You　don't　know　how　I　need　you　guys　right　now；〃　Lancer　continued；　taking　hold　of　their　hands。

〃What　is　it；　Lancer？〃　Marlene　asked。

〃Your　sister；〃　he　said；　favoring　Marlene's　hand。　〃I'm　afraid　she's　dying。〃


Sera　was　bedridden　in　Lancer's　backstage　room；　a　tight；　cluttered　space　that　apparently　served　as　living　quarters　and　dressing　room。　A　man　named　Simon　was　ministering　to　her；　but　he　exited　as　Lancer　entered；　stopping　only　to　introduce　himself　to　Scott　and　Marlene　in　an　affected；　slightly　effeminate　manner。

Fetally　curled　beneath　the　bed's　threadbare　blankets；　Sera　seemed　hardly　more　than　a　specter。　〃I've　been　waiting　for　you　to　e；　Ariel；〃　she　said　as　Marlene　kneeled　beside　the　bed　and　laid　a　forting　hand　on　her　heaving　breast。　〃Sister…〃

Sera　pressed　a　finger　against　Marlene's　lips　to　quiet　her。　〃Do　not　weep　for　me；　Ariel。　I　am　to　rejoin　the　Queen　Mother。　〃

〃Then　I'll　return　with　you；　sister。〃

Sera　shook　her　head。　〃No；　Ariel；　your　destiny　lies　along　a　different　path。　And　what　a　wonderful　one　it　is。〃

Marlene　leaned　closer　to　her　sister；　her　eyes　brimming　with　tears。　〃Tell　me；　Sera。〃

〃You　need　know　only　this；　Ariel：　that　the　world　can　be　remade。　The　Queen…Mother　learned　this　when　she　mated　with　the　Protoculture…the　goal　of　the　Great　Work；　the　transmutation　of　our　race。〃

〃The　Protoculture！〃

〃Yes；　Scott；〃　Sera　said；　looking　at　him。　〃Your　people　will　understand　what　to　make　of　this。〃

〃Stay；　sister；〃　Marlene　pleaded　with　her。　〃Love　has　the　power　to　keep　you　here。〃

Sera　smiled。　〃No；　Ariel。　Love　has　the　power　to　release　me。。。〃

With　that；　the　Invid　simulagent　shut　her　eyes　and　surrendered　her　all　too　brief　life。

Scott　watched　horrified　but　transfixed　as　Sera　grew　subtle　and　translucent；　then　slowly　faded　from　sight。　An　eerie　breeze　caressed　his　cheek　as　the　blankets　dropped　empty　and　silent　to　the　foam　mattress。

Lancer　clutched　desperately　for　what　was　no　longer　there。　〃This　is　my　fate　also；〃　Marlene　said；　turning　to　Scott　with　tears　coursing　down　her　cheeks。　〃You　were　right　to　promise　you　would　never　love　again！〃


CHAPTER　SIX

Of　course　I　understand　how　you　feel；　you　big　jerk。　You　think　I　want　to　break　up　the　team？　But　look　at　things　from　my　side；　will　you；　Bowie？　First；　I've　got　Max　and　Miriya　riding　my　tail　about　shipping　back　on　the　fortress；　and　now　I　find　out　that　Rem's　going　along　for　the　ride。　I　can't　handle　it　just　yet；　that's　the　long　and　short。　I　look　at　him；　and　I　see　Zor　Prime。　Ask　yourself　what　it　would　have　been　like　if　Musica　had　died　instead　of　Octavia…god　forbid。　I　mean；　how　could　you　look　at　her　without　thinking　about　Musica？　So　maybe　Haydon　IV's　going　to　work　out　for　me。　Maybe　I'll　even　get　to　know　Aurora　a　little　bettor。　Anyway；　from　what　I　hear；　at　least　it'll　be　a　change　for　the　quiet。
Dana　Sterling　in　a　letter　to　Bowie　Grant；　quoted　in　Altaira　Heimel；　Butterflies　in　Winter。　Human　Relations　and　the　Robotech　Wars

Dana　Sterling　tightened　her　grip　on　the　balcony　railing　and　launched　phrases　of　gratitude　into　Haydon　IV's　amber　skies。　In　the　plaza　twenty；　stories　below　her；　pedestrians　were　scurrying　for　cover　as　Glike　rumbled　and　shook。　Like　bare　trees　caught　in　the　hurricaning　mass　of　a　storm　front；　the　city's　tapering　glasslike　spires　swayed　and　snapped；　falling　in　a　prismatic　rain　of　deadly　gems。　Skyways　danced　loose　their　walls　and　roofs　of　transparent　sheathing　and　sent　them　crashing　to　heaving；　buckling　streets　and　garden…lined　thoroughfares。　Onion　domes　and　entablatures　fissured；　ornate　facades　and　friezes　peeled　away　from　buildings　and　archways；　water　surged　from　canals　and　drained　from　lakes　into　the　planetoid's　ruptured　seams。

〃'Bout　time　there　was　action　around　the　place！〃　Dana　yelled　to　no　one　in　particular。

She　leapt　back　from　the　railing　to　flatten　herself　against　the　building's　exterior　wall　as　a　plummeting　guillotine　blade　of　permaplas　struck　the　balcony　edge　and　splintered　into　hundreds　of　angry　fragments。　At　the　same　time　the　entire　city　seemed　to　tilt　radically　to　one　side；　the　normally　clear　skies　tainted　with　smoglike　roilings　of　clouds。　Where　she　could　see　the　horizon；　Glike's　backdrop　of　photo…perfect　mountains　wavered；　as　though　dazzled　by　atmospheric　heat。

We're　finally　seeing　Haydon　IV's　other　face；　Dana　thought。　She　had　heard　all　about　the　battle　that　had　been　fought　there　years　before　between　the　Sentinels　and　the　Invid　Regent；　but　that　might　as　well　have　been　a　campfire　tale。　Glike　had　been　fully　rebuilt　by　the　time　she　had　arrived；　and　it　had　been　nothing　less　than　paradise　since。

Hopelessly　boring。

But　something　had　finally　happened　to　shake　things　up。　It　did　not　seem　possible　that　Haydon　IV　could　be　subject　to　tectonic　shifts；　but　who　could　tell？　Well；　Exedore　maybe；　or　his　free…floating　good　buddy　Veidt。　Some　internal　malfunction；　then；　some　glitch　in　the　unfathomable　technology　that　kept　the　world　turning。　An　actual　invasion　was　too　much　to　hope　for…a　chance　to　see　for　herself　those　well…concealed　planetary　defenses　everyone　talked　about。　The　ones　said　to　react　to　the　mere　suggestion　of　aggression；　the　ones　that　forced　everyone　on…world　to　hang　up　their　hip　howitzers　when　they　rode　into　town。

But　even　if　it　turned　out　to　be　nothing　more　than　a　quake；　it　was　certainly　more　excitement　than　she　had　seen　since　Exedore　had　burst　into　the　Sterling's　high…rise　quarters　three　months　ago；　raving　that　the　planetoid's　so…called　Awareness　had　gotten　itself　all　fired　up　about　something　or　other。

The　collapse　of　a　structure　down　below　sent　a　swirling　cloud　of　debris　up　the　face　of　the　building。　Dana　heard　panicked　cries　in　several　offworld　tongues。

〃Dana！〃　her　parents　shouted　from　inside　their　living　quarters。

She　turned　and　passed　through　the　balcony's　field　portal　in　a　long…legged　rush；　blond　hair　in　wild　disarray。　Her　father　was　by　the　lift…tube　door；　a　few　obviously　irreplaceable　items　clutched　to　his　chest。　Her　mother　had　Aurora；　Dana's　eight…year…old　sister；　by　the　wrist。　Dark…eyed　and　otherworldly；　she　was　nearly　five　feet　tall　already　and　a　regular　pain　in　the　ass。　It　was　hard　for　Dana　to　believe　they　had　had　the　same　father；　but　that　was　a　thought　she　kept　to　herself。　Veidt　claimed　that　Aurora's　rapid　development　and　psychic　gifts　had　e　about　as　the　result　of　Miriya's　experiences　on　Garuda；　but　Dana　ventured　that　it　had　more　to　do　with　something　the　Haydonites　were　putting　in　the　food。

Aurora　was　not　calling　Dana's　name。　The　child　spoke　so　infrequently　that　when　she　did；　everyone　stopped　to　listen。　But　even　though　she　was　mouse…quiet；　one　always　knew　when　she　was　around。

〃Hurry；　Dana！〃　Miriya　said；　joining　her　husband　at　the　lift。　She；　too；　had　a　few　things　in　hand。　Dana　glanced　around　the　room　and　quickly　decided　that　there　was　nothing　she　needed　to　keep。

Let　it　all　e　down；　she　thought。

Llan　and　Anad；　their　two　Haydonite　advocates；　were　already　in　the　tube。　It　was　the　only　place　planetside　where　everyone　got　to　hover　together；　except　on　the　city's　Arabianlike　flying　carpets。　Dana　often　wondered　just　whose　bright　idea　those　things　had　been。　Some　planet…hopping　culture　hero　named　Haydon　was　credited　with　building　the　world；　Dana　had　him　figured　for　some　kind　of　kidder。

The　tube　field　was　as　calm　as　the　eye　of　a　storm。

〃What　do　you　think；　Max；〃　she　said　excitedly；　〃an　attack？〃　She　rarely　called　him　〃Dad。〃　Somehow　it　didn't　feel　right　to　her　after　their　thirteen…year