"The midwake darkness deepened with the passing of an hour, and then another hour, so that the middledark hour was almost upon him, when he looked down over the side of his boat again, and this time he saw them, tiny lights, red and green and gold, twinkling in the lake, not far below him at all.
"With the lights to guide him, he dove over the side of his boat and plunged down into the lake, as he had before. And, as before, when he was scarcely two meters into the water the top of his head hit something, crack! And as before he fainted, and would have thought he would drown had he not known what to expect.
"Of course, he did not drown; he awoke lying in a fine bed in a richly-appointed chamber, and knew that he was once again in the underwater palace of the Lady of the Lake.
"'Hello,’ he called. ‘Can you hear me?'
"'Yes, of course,’ said a voice, and he turned his head to see the Lady herself approaching. ‘I see it's you again,’ she said. ‘What is it this time?'
"'I need a new boat,’ the fisherman told her. ‘A bigger, finer one. The other fishermen say that a boat like mine is nothing special, nothing worthy of the Lady of the Lake, and that you could not have given it to me, for if you had I would have the biggest, finest boat that ever floated.'
"And the Lady's eyes grew wide, and she puffed up her chest, and she shouted at him in a fury, ‘You dare to come here demanding another new boat? You dare? When you wrecked your own boat against the invisible towers of my home, I took pity upon you, for I saw that I had unintentionally harmed you, and so I gave you a new boat, just like the one that was wrecked. But that boat was not good enough-you had lost time from your work, and had been injured, so you came back and I gave you a bigger, better boat. And you came back and told me that the boat was too big for your old nets, so I gave you new nets that can never break or snag. And you came back again, and again, and each time I gave you what you asked. But now you want an entirely new boat, and why? Merely so you can brag more easily!'
"Her eyes were red with fury, and her fingers sprouted long, curving claws as she said, ‘I have had enough! I wronged you, and I tried to atone, but you, in your greed, will not leave well enough alone. I am out of patience, and your greed has been your downfall!'
"And then the room vanished from about him, and he found himself being swept up into the sky atop a waterspout. The Lady of the Lake had vanished, but he could still hear her voice.
"'You are a fisherman no more! If you ever again venture out onto the water, for any reason, then I shall send demons to tear you to ribbons and feast on your screaming soul!'
"And then the waterspout vanished as the sun appeared in the east, heralding secondlight, and he found himself alone and naked, cast up on the beach with nothing at all, his boat gone, his clothes gone, everything that he had had, lost…"
– from the tales of Atheron the Storyteller
Light sparkled from the rippling water around the invisible turret, and Geste blinked; the glare was too diffuse for his optic symbiote to handle readily, leaving him to the more primitive methods of his own reflexes and eyelids.
“Has it ever occurred to you,” Anna demanded, glaring at him as harshly as the scattered sunlight, her hands on her naked hips, “that maybe Brenner brought this on himself? You know as well as I do that he probably started the fight himself, took a pot-shot at Thaddeus over some stupid little squabble. That would be just like him-him and that damned arsenal of his. Only this time, Thaddeus was ready-or maybe he had Aulden ready, I don't know. But it was probably Brenner. You just think it's Thaddeus who's at fault because of what he did on Alpha Imperium, and that's not fair, holding all that against him. That was hundreds of years ago. And not only was it hundreds of years ago, but it was on a different planet and in an entirely different situation. He hasn't caused any trouble here on Denner's Wreck, has he? He certainly hasn't bothered me."
“He's causing trouble now,” Geste pointed out.
“No,” Anna corrected, waggling a finger. “He's involved, but you don't know he caused it. I'll bet Brenner started it."
“Maybe he did,” Geste conceded desperately, blinking again, “but it's getting out of hand. If you don't care about Brenner, what about Sheila, and Sunlight, and Rawl, and Khalid, and O?"
“Khalid and O probably aren't even there,” Anna retorted. “They're probably off somewhere together by themselves with an airskiff of sex toys. It's been decades since I saw either of them play with another human being, unless you want to count Khalid's little flings with the native girls, and they're both of them overdue for a bit of quiet companionship."
“Mother tracked them to Fortress Holding, though.” The rippling sunlight was unbearable; he darkened the lenses of his eyes, even though it left him half-blind and reduced Anna to a shadow. He did not really care to see the details of her nude body, in any case, nor did he need to watch her expression for nuances of emotion; her words made her attitude perfectly clear.
“Maybe they left by the back way, shielded. They went there of their own free will, didn't they? How do you know they aren't staying there as Thaddeus's guests?"
Geste saw that he was not getting anywhere on that tack, and rather than chase any further through Anna's unlikely scenario he switched his ground. “All right, we don't know about them, but what about the others?"
Anna snorted in a manner hardly befitting the dignity of a demi-goddess. “Rawl deserves a little trouble, the way he keeps poking his nose into other people's business! He came by here a few years back and ruined my entire day, lecturing me over some stupid argument I'd had with a fisherman.” She waved in the direction of the nearest village.
“But Sheila and Sunlight…” Geste began.
“All right, all right,” Anna said, raising her hands briefly in mock surrender, as if she were making a great concession, “I guess they got caught in the middle, but I'm sure Thaddeus isn't going to hurt them. He probably won't even hurt Brenner, just teach him a lesson by blowing apart that stupid castle of his. It would serve him right."
“But how do you know he won't hurt anyone? Thaddeus does have a pretty nasty record, even if he's behaved himself lately."
“I know that, but give him a chance! You… Look, Geste, I know you mean well, and I suppose you're sincerely concerned about this, but it's none of my business if he and Brenner are having a fight. You're a lot younger than I am; maybe you can still get worked up about what's right and wrong instead of what's comfortable, but I'm just not interested. It's not my problem. If one of them starts interfering in my business, then I'll be glad to help, but if they only pick on each other, why should I care?"
Geste had no clear answer to that. “Honestly, Anna,” he said, “I really do think Thaddeus is trying to do here what he did on Alpha Imperium. I think he may be recruiting troops from the short-lifers for building a new empire. A lot of people could get hurt if we don't stop him."
“Just short-lifers and trouble-makers like Brenner. He's not going to bother me, Geste, and he's never going to be able to bother any of the civilized planets-where would he get the firepower? And as for the people here, what do I care about short-lifers?"
“Well, they're people, too, aren't they?"
“I suppose they are, but they're all going to die anyway. What difference will a few years make?"
Exasperated, Geste burst out, “Don't you have any sense of responsibility toward your fellow creatures?"
“No,” Anna retorted, “I don't. I have my own problems."
“Ha!” Infuriated, Geste turned away and marched across the turret roof, back to his waiting platform. The turret was a hole in the lake beneath him, leading down into Anna's hold, but with his eyes dimmed he could see nothing but darkness below.
The instant he had both feet aboard the platform it lifted him upward, sailing toward the island that floated above Lake Anna.