Who the bloody hell are you? he shouted. Then he saw the five serjeants standing to attention around the room.
Tranquillitys serjeants were the habitats sole police force, sub-sentient bitek servitors controlled via affinity by the personality, enforcing the law with scrupulous impartiality. They were (intentionally) intimidating humanoids, two metres tall, with a reddish-brown exoskeleton, limb joints encased by segmented rings permitting full articulation. The heads had a sculpted appearance, with eyes concealed in a deep horizontal crease. Their hands were their most human characteristic, with leathery skin replacing the exoskeleton. It meant they could use any artefact built for a human, with emphasis on weapons. Each of them carried a laser pistol and a cortical jammer on their belts, along with restraint cuffs. The belt was their sole article of clothing.
Parker Higgens glanced round dumbly at the serjeants, then back at the girl. She was wearing a very expensive pale blue suit, and her ice-blue eyes conveyed an unnerving impression of depth. Her nose ... Parker Higgens might have been a bureaucrat, but he wasnt stupid. You? he whispered incredulously.
Ione gave him a faint smile and stood up, extending her hand. Yes, Mr Director. Me, Im afraid. Ione Saldana.
He shook the hand weakly, it was very small and cool in his. There was a signet ring on her finger, a red ruby carved with the Saldana crest: the crowned phoenix. It was the Kulu Crown Princes ring, Michael hadnt bothered to return it to the keeper of the crown jewellery when he was sent into exile. Parker Higgens had last seen it on Maurice Saldanas finger.
Im honoured, maam, Parker Higgens said; he had come very close to blurting: but youre a girl. I knew your father, he was an inspiring man.
Thank you. There was no trace of humour on Iones face. I appreciate youre busy, Mr Director, but Id like to inspect the projects major facilities this morning. Then I shall require each divisions senior staff to assemble summaries of their work for a presentation in two days time. I have tried to keep abreast of the findings, but remote viewing through Tranquillitys senses and having them explained in person are two different things.
Parker Higgenss whole universe trembled. A review, and like it or not this slip of a girl held the purse strings, the life strings of the research project. What if ... Of course, maam, Ill show you round myself.
Ione started to walk round the desk.
Maam? May I ask what your policy towards the Laymil research project is? Previous Lords of Ruin have been very
Relax, Mr Director. My ancestors were quite right: unravelling the Laymil mystery should be given the highest priority.
The prospect of imminent disaster retreated from his view, like rain-clouds rolling away to reveal the sun. It was going to be all right after all. Almost. A girl! Saldana heirs were always male. Yes, maam!
The serjeants lined up into an escort squad around Ione. Come along, she said, and swept out of the office.
Parker Higgens found his legs racing in an undignified manner to catch up. He wished he could make people jump obediently like that.
There is a third Lord of Ruin.
The news broke thirty-seven seconds after Ione and Parker Higgens walked into the laboratory block housing the Laymil Plant Genetics Division. Everybody who worked for the project was fitted with neural nanonics. So once the instinctive flash of guilt and the accompanying shock of having the director and five serjeants walk in unannounced ten minutes into the working day had worn off, and the introductions began, professors and technicians alike opened channels into the habitats communication net. Nearly every datavise began: Youre not going to believe this
Ione was shown AV projections of Laymil plant genes, sealed propagators with seed shoots worming their way up through the soil, and large fern-analogue plants with scarlet fronds growing in pots, and given small shrivelled black fruits to taste.
After friends, relatives, and colleagues were brought up to speed, it took another fifteen seconds before anyone thought of contacting the news company offices.
Ione and Parker Higgens walked on from the plant genetics laboratory to the Laymil Habitat Structure Analysis office. People were lining the stone path, trampling on the shrubs. Applause and cheers followed her like a wave effect, wolf-whistles were flung boisterously. The serjeants had to gently push aside the more enthusiastic spectators. Ione started to shake hands and wave.
There were five major Confederationwide news companies who maintained offices in Tranquillity, and all of them had been told about Iones arrival at the research project campus within ninety seconds of her tour beginning. The disbelieving assistant editor at Collins immediately asked the habitat personality if it was true.
Yes, Tranquillity said simply.
The scheduled morning programmes were immediately interrupted to carry the news. Reporters sprinted for tube carriages. Editors frantically opened channels to their contacts in the Laymil project staff, seeking immediate on-the-ground coverage. Datavises became sensevises, relaying optical and auditory nerve inputs directly to the studio. After twelve minutes, eighty per cent of Tranquillitys residents were hooked in, either watching Iones impromptu walkabout on the AV broadcasts, or receiving the sensevise direct through neural nanonics.
Its a girl, the Lord of Ruin is a girl. God, the Royal Saldanas will go mad over that, theres not a chance of reconciliation with the Kingdom now.
There were two Kiint working in the physiology laboratory; one of them came into the glass-walled lobby to greet Ione. It was an impressive and moving sight, the slight human girl standing in front of the huge xenoc.
The Kiint was an adult female, icy-white hide glimmering softly in the bright morning light, almost as if she was wearing a halo. She had an oval cross-section body nine metres long, three wide, standing on eight fat elephantlike legs. Her head was as long as Ione was tall, which was slightly intimidating as it reminded her of a primitive shield; a bony, slightly convex, downward pointing triangle with a central vertical ridge which gave it two distinct planes. There were a pair of limpid eyes halfway up, just above a series of six breathing vents, each of which had a furry fringe that undulated with every breath. The pointed base of the head served as her beak, with two smaller hinged sections behind.
Two arm-appendages emerged from the base of her neck, curving round the lower half of her head. They looked almost like featureless tentacles. Then tractamorphic muscles rippled below the skin, and the end of the right arm shaped itself into a human hand.
You are much welcome here, Ione Saldana,the Kiint spoke into her mind.
Kiint could always use the human affinity band, but Edenists had found it almost impossible to sense any form of private Kiint communication. Perhaps they had a true telepathic ability? It was one of the lesser mysteries about the enigmatic xenocs.
Your interest in this research venture does you credit,the kiint continued.
My thanks to you for assisting us,ione replied. Im told the analysis instruments you have made available here have been an immeasurable help.
How could we refuse your grandfathers invitation? Foresight such as his is a rare quality among your race.