“WHAT?” ROSEMARY‟S OUTBURST WAS MORE angry than anything else and the hand
that shot out to close on his arm was strong. “What the hell is Zamara telling you?”
His arm hurt from where she dug her fingers into his flesh, but it was a good pain. He gestured that she remain silent. Zamara had much more to impart.
You—you said something. … Is there any chance?
It is my presence and the volume of the memories that is harming you, Zamara said, the words
paining her. In order for your brain to handle this knowledge, cells must be altered. And these
alterations have caused a brain tumor. The longer I am present, the more cells are altered. The reason I was so adamant about getting into the chambers is that the crystals there might aid in removing me from your body.
You—can do that? Just—download yourself into a crystal?
The dark templar have no preservers. But I am given to understand that they still keep the memories of what has gone before. Not in the same way, of course—but if they can store memories in khaydarin crystals, perhaps they can house me and the memories and knowledge I bear. The crystals in that chamber are the purest I have heard tell of. If we can retrieve one, or a fragment of one, and take it with us to Shakuras, perhaps one of the dark templar can
accomplish the goal in time. Presently I believe the tumor could be treated effectively. But if it continues much longer, the damage will be irreversible.
Comprehension dawned. That‟s why you wanted to go to Aiur rather than straight to Shakuras, Jake said. We had to detour here so you could—could try to save me.
Yes.
“Jake …” Rosemary was looking up at him, her raven‟s wing brows knitted together, her full lips downturned in a frown.
I will be fully honest with you, Jacob. It … may already be too late. But we will try. I truly regret this turn of events. But the information I bear necessitated dire measures.
Stunned disbelief suddenly gave way to fury. Damn it, Zamara! You keep telling me this
information is worth dying for. I know you died for it. You were willing to let dozens of innocent people die for it. Hell, maybe I‟d be willing to die for it too—but you won‟t let me know what it is! You have no right to do this to me. I thought—
He thought they were friends.
Now she let him sense her pain, washing over him. It was her grief that stung his eyes with tears, not his own fear.
Yes, Jacob. Yes. We are. That is why I am doing everything I can to both preserve this knowledge and get you to safety. You must understand us before you can understand this secret. And if you do not know it yourself yet—as Jacob Ramsey—then the secret is safe still. If you know this, if I reveal it to you—someone would be able to extract it from your memory.
You know it, Jake shot back. Wouldn‟t someone be able to extract the information already?
And then the slightly sickening thought came, wordless and starkly true: Zamara would kill them both before that happened.
I see.
He took a deep breath, disentangling himself from both Zamara‟s very real regret and her implacable, almost brutal resolve, and turned to Rosemary. The conversation between Zamara and him had been private; none of the other protoss had sensed it. He would share the
information with them in a moment, but he wanted Rosemary to know first.
Quietly, calmly, he explained what had happened, using good old English, not thoughts. He was not as frightened as he thought he‟d be. He was angry and frustrated and saddened, and all that and more crept into his voice as he spoke. Rosemary kept her hand on his arm, and her face didn‟t change expression as she listened. Finally, she released his arm and got to her feet. Purposefully she strode to their weapons cache and began to examine them.
“We get you in there today, and then we haul ass to get off this planet,” she said bluntly. She didn‟t look up at him for a moment, and when she finally did, her blue eyes were burning with intensity.
“You don‟t get to die.” She slammed the chamber into place on the rifle. “Not on my watch.” Jake was not prepared for the outpouring of concern and affection that washed over him when he told Those Who Endure. Part of it, of course, was worry for the continued existence of their preserver. He shared that worry. But there was also genuine sympathy and grief for him, Jacob Jefferson Ramsey, emanating from the minds of the protoss who surrounded him. It was almost too much to bear.
“I … I thank you. But I‟m hopeful that Zamara‟s plan will work. She‟s not let me down yet.” “We all share that hope, Jacob,” said Ladranix. “But now it is imperative that we move quickly. With Alzadar gone, the Forged will be on high alert.”
Alzadar nodded. “There will be guards stationed, certainly. And since they do not know what has happened to me—it is doubtful they will settle for attempting to drive you off or capture you.” Jake noted the usage of “you,” not “us.”
Ladranix looked stoic. “Then we die, proudly, for what we believe in.”
“No, wait,” Jake interrupted. “We don‟t have to go in the main entrance, ringing the doorbell.” While he was pretty sure protoss didn‟t ring doorbells, they immediately understood the metaphor‟s meaning. “What do you suggest?” Ladranix asked.
Jake smiled despite the pain in his head. “I know a back entrance.”
Rosemary met his eyes and grinned. She knew exactly what he was planning. “So, we‟re following in the tracks of Temlaa, then,” she said.
“And Khas,” Jake said.
“Him too. I always liked Temlaa better.”
The protoss within range of Jake‟s thoughts stared at him.
“Khas?” said Ladranix. “Of course … preservers have the memory of all protoss. You would have Khas‟s memories.”
Jake nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “But for some reason Zamara had me live those moments through Temlaa‟s eyes, not those of Khas.”
Why‟d you do it that way anyway?
Because the lessons learned by Savassan—by Khas—are not the ones that are important for you to understand. You do not need to learn as a mystic learns, Jacob. You need to learn as an ordinary protoss does. You needed to learn as the student, not the teacher.
He supposed that made sense.
“Khas and his friend and apprentice Temlaa were the ones who discovered the chambers in the first place, back during the Aeon of Strife,” Jake continued. “They figured out some sort of puzzle in order to enter. With any luck that … security system, I guess, is still in place and the Forged got in through the main entrance.”
“It is so,” Alzadar confirmed. “I know nothing of any other way to enter the chambers.”
“I cannot imagine that they would have been able to figure out a puzzle they did not even know existed,” Ladranix said. “And this world, like all worlds must, has changed greatly over time. But there is one way to find out.”
It took some time to hammer out all the details. Then the protoss began to break camp. If the gamble succeeded, they would be leaving Aiur forever. If it failed … then Those Who Endure would not be alive to worry about such things as camp. Jake and Rosemary helped, until finally, with only three functional vessels—and small ones at that—they were ready to depart.
The remaining templar and all the khalai who had shown promise in combat would accompany Jake, Zamara, and Rosemary to the chambers. Other khalai would go ahead to the warp gate and clear it of any zerg in the area. The rest—children and those who for various reasons could not fight as well as the others—would stay here, waiting to be ferried to the warp gate in waves. Eventually, all the Shel‟na Kryhas would rendezvous at the warp gate. Zamara—hopefully— would be able to reactivate it, and they could all depart.
They were all, not surprisingly, stoic and in good spirits. No one held the cloud of failure in his or her heart. Jake found it very uplifting. All thoughts were quiet and focused as he and
Rosemary entered the by-now-familiar little craft and settled in.
Jacob … Zamara‟s mental voice was hesitant.
He chuckled to himself. I know I‟m far from done with Adun and Vetraas and Raszagal.
Every memory I give you in this fashion will further damage your brain. I am reluctant to do so, but I must.
I understand, Jake replied. Go for it.
“Who knew we had such a gift for stealth and secrecy,” Jake said wryly to Adun.
Adun was wise about many things, but he had not yet seen enough to develop the sense of humor Jake had through the long years. He bridled a bit at the comment. “We do what is necessary,” he said. “I do not relish it. This is not a game, Vetraas.”
No, it was no game, or if it was it was a game as life always was, with the highest stakes
imaginable. At first, the Conclave had been complacent. But recently it was as if something had changed. They were demanding more proof of the executions than simple recordings. Adun had done his best to keep them from actually attending an execution thus far, but sooner or later,
they would insist on being present, and then the “game” would be over.
Or would it? The work Adun, Jake, and all the other high templar were doing with the fugitives was focused on teaching them how to mask themselves with startling efficacy. Just yesterday, Jake himself had watched, shocked, as Raszagal proudly showed off her ability to become almost invisible.
“You taught us about the concealing shadows,” she said to Adun. “We have studied hard, as I told you we would. Now we can bend light to hide ourselves.”
While Raszagal was the most visibly talented student, the others were not far behind her. Knowing that their lives depended upon learning these psionic abilities, and heartbreakingly grateful to the templar, especially the executor, for saving them, they progressed with
astonishing speed.
It worried Jake, how swiftly they moved. “It took us decades simply to learn how to fully share our hearts with one another,” Jake told Adun. “You yourself are learning as much as teaching, for these abilities are hitherto foreign to us. Perhaps we should not push them so rapidly.” “There is no other choice,” Adun replied. “The net closes in even now. And because they are utterly convinced that this is the right path, they will not relent.”
Jake shared his worry.
“Soon, we will not be able to hide what we are doing,” Adun continued. “Until I can persuade the Conclave that in this instance they have made the wrong choice, the only protection the dark templar will have is how well they can conceal themselves. It would be so much more efficient if I could link with them in the Khala—but of course, if I could do that, none of this would be necessary.”
Later, Jake would sorrowfully muse that the events that unfolded were inevitable. He and Adun were both right. The so-called dark templar indeed had no defense other than these psionic abilities. And, they were trying to learn too much too quickly.
Jake would never know exactly what the ill-fated dark templar who accidentally brought about catastrophe was attempting. For of course he was not linked with the Khala, and every one of his kinsmen, the beasts of the rain forests, and the jungle itself for miles around were destroyed in the dreadful psionic storm that was unleashed. What was certain was that he or she had tried to do too much, too soon, and had triggered a psionic backlash in which the summoned power raged out of control. This unfortunate soul was not the only one; other dark templar presumably panicked and more and more storms were created as the students, unable to handle such power without the comfort, control, and discipline of the Khala, became the first victims of their own inexperience.
“A psionic storm?”
“Dozens of them,” Zamara said gravely. “All across Aiur. All caused by inexperienced dark templar trying to wield too much power, too soon. Storms that were devastating in their scope; storms that were easily traceable back to their source by the Conclave. When they identified the bodies as those of dark templar they had been assured had been executed, they realized they had been duped by one they had trusted to do what they firmly believed was the right thing.”
“So it was all for nothing,” Jake breathed. “All the difficult decisions, the lies, the painful choices.”
“No,” Zamara stated. “The dark templar were indeed found by the Conclave, but even here, Adun‟s influence prevailed.”
The righteous anger and confused hurt emanating from Kortanul was almost as overwhelming as the psionic storms. “How dare you disobey a direct order? What gives you, a templar, the right
to make such decisions? We are the Conclave! We know what is best!”
Adun stood his ground unflinchingly. “I am at peace with my decision. What is it you decree now, Judicator? For you know as well as I that if you publicly condemn us, you expose the very secret you were so determined to hide—the existence of the dark templar.”
Jake sealed off his sudden burst of humor, lest it be detected by Kortanul. Adun had the judicator there. “We will do what you failed to do,” Kortanul replied. “We will execute the dark ones ourselves.”
“You shall not!” Adun‟s mental voice was almost painful. Jake touched his temple. “For if one of them comes to harm, I will speak openly of them. And again, your secret will be exposed.” Jake waited, still as stone. He wanted to help Adun, but he knew that any interference now would do more harm than good. This was Adun‟s choice; all would succeed or fail on how he handled it.
For a moment, Kortanul‟s mind was a careful blank. “Curse you, Adun. You know you are right. But the dark ones cannot be permitted to dwell with those of us who follow the true teachings of Khas. You have seen how dangerous they can be.”
“It was unintentional,” Jake blurted, unable to hold his peace any longer.
Kortanul turned to him. “That is even worse! You see how wild, how uncontrolled they are. Would you have them and this power rampage across our world unchecked? Can you in good conscience, as one who has sworn to protect the protoss, say that is a good thing?”
Adun was stricken to the core, and lowered his head. “What … are you suggesting?”
“Banishment. We have already rounded them up. We will put them aboard one of the remaining vessels of the xel‟naga and—
“You have such a thing?” Adun and Jake were both astonished and thought this at the same time.
“There are many things we know which you do not. It is why we are the leaders of the protoss and you merely wield the sword when we tell you to.”
Except this time, Judicator, Jake thought fiercely. Except this time.
“Yo, Sleeping Beauty,” said Rosemary, elbowing Jake. “We‟re almost there.” Blinking sleepily, his mind mulling over the tragedy suffered by the pro-toss and wondering if he‟d get to see the dark templar depart, Jake sat up. This was it then.
At first, he didn‟t see it. And then … ah, there it was, the crystals still towering toward the sky, glittering in the star- and moonlight, completely new to his eyes and yet completely familiar. Something inside him relaxed at the image, at the continuity it represented. Despite everything, despite the years and the wars and the zerg, these stones were still here, their luster undimmed, though perhaps they were more deeply buried in the soil than before.
“No sign of zerg activity,” Varloris said. This was a risky moment. While Zamara had blocked his and Rosemary‟s thoughts from being detected by the Forged, and of course the Shel‟na Kryhas were able to block their own thoughts as well, a protoss craft landing on an open space was not safe. If they were noticed now, by either Tal‟darim or zerg, their mission might end before it had even truly begun.
This was definitely the place. Jake knew it in his bones, in his cells, the moment he placed a foot on the soil. Here it was that Temlaa and Savassan had stood so long ago, with no inkling of what lay just beneath their feet. Here they had touched the crystals, trying to figure out the puzzle. Savassan had smashed a necklace made of shells, to point out the universal ratio, one to one point six. Jake knew better than to think he‟d see fragments of those long-ago shells here, but part of him yearned to look. Just in case. He stifled the urge.
A thought struck him. Zamara—I‟m not a protoss. The crystals won‟t respond to me.
You are not protoss, it is true. But your mind has been changed. Reshaped. I believe the crystals will respond to you as they would to me. If not, it is no matter, you can direct Ladranix in how to properly activate them. But … I know you wish to try.
I … I do, I really do.
Then, Zamara said, deliberately echoing words that had once been passed, then as now, mind to
mind, you do it, my student. The honor is yours.
Jake closed his eyes briefly and called up the memory. He stood in this same place now as “he” had then, as Temlaa had. Jake opened his eyes and reached out his hand to touch the crystal, and for a brief heartbeat of an instant, it was as if a long protoss arm was superimposed on his own. Gently, he placed his palm on the cool crystal.
He felt a tingling, not a physical, but a mental one, and hope surged in him. The crystals were