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Ben’s hand took her own and the three of them caught their collective breath.
“If they’re not too chewed up, we’ll get you one of those hides for a souvenir,” Rico told her.
“What would I do with a dead thing?” she asked. A huge cold finger ran a shudder down her spine. “I’m a lot more interested in life.”
“Touche,” Ben said. “Let’s get going. I want a look at Rico’s mystery studio.”
A gust of breeze puffed the last of the mist off the tidelands and both afternoon suns caressed Crista’s pale skin. The fabric of her dive suit rippled in sunlight as the tide reclaimed, amoebalike, the tumble of rocks that marked its upper reaches. With her hand clasped in Ben’s she followed Rico as he scrambled away from the sea up to the cliff. Two Zavatan scouts in green singlesuits flanked a great entry way between boulders.
“In here,” Rico said. “It’s not nearly as scary as the way I came in. Watch your step, the wet rock is mighty slick.”
Crista stood at the dark entry, feeling a pulse of damp decorated the wall inside, carvings of intertwined kelp face upward for one more dose of light before facing the darkness.
“Look there,” Ben said, pointing skyward, “hylighters. And they have the foil that these two came in on.”
A half-dozen of them appeared from somewhere landward, two of them cradling the shiny foil in a snarl of tentacles. They all dropped in lazy circles to within a hundred meters of the beach. They valved off their hydrogen, fluting their peculiar songs that included one long shrill “all clear” whistle. Their great sails fluttered and snapped, tacking the coastal breeze. Sunlight through their sail membranes made them glow a dusky orange, and even this far away she could make out the delicate webwork of their veins.
“Guardians of the Oracle,” one of the Zavatans said. “They, like you, are sent by Avata to help us. There is nothing to fear.”
Their flutings called “Avaaaata, Avaaaata,” on the wind.
“Come,” Rico said, “let these guys mop up. There isn’t much time.”
They passed through the high portal of carved rock and, though she had expected darkness, they entered a chamber of magnificent light. The light came out of the pool itself, fanning out from the kelp and, like the warm breeze on her cheeks, it pulsed ever so slightly as though it, too, were alive.
“Avata brought me in through the sea,” Rico told them. “There’s an entry through the kelp itself into the pool. The entry closes off as the tide rises, then opens again at ebb. I just squeaked through. As you can see, it’s well-occupied.”
The strong sea-smell of the beach had been replaced with the scent of thousands of blossoms, but there were no blossoms in sight. A kelp root rose out of the pool at the center of the cavern, crowding all the way to the high domed ceiling.
“The root comes out of the ceiling,” Ben said. “This rock was folded upside-down during the quake of ’82. Look at that monster!”
She saw that it was true. It did not rise out of the pool but dropped into it. The top portion of root, thirty meters or more above their heads, was indistinguishable from the rock it clung to. Around it sparkled the thousands of reflections from its mineralization.
“This is an old one,” she said, craning for a good look. “A very old one.”
The cavern walls were terraced up to where the root joined the ceiling. The terraces were cultivated, and thick fruit vines carpeted the walls. A welcoming committee in brightly embroidered costumes smiled down at her from among the greenery. As the three of them stepped from the passageway to the edge of the pool applause broke out and the chant of “Cris-ta, Cris-ta, Cris-ta” pulsed with the brightening light.
“Look at yourself,” Ben said, over the din, “you’re glowing.”
It was true. Except for where his hand held hers a light surrounded her body. It was not a reflection of the glow of the kelp on her white skin and white dive suit, because the pulse of this light matched the throb of her own heart. She felt stronger with every beat.
“Thank you,” she said, bowing to the crowd. “Thank you all. Your hopes for a new Pandora will soon be fulfilled.”
She stepped to the edge of the pool and became one with its emanation of white light and felt herself enter again the great heart of Avata. She opened a thousand eyes throughout the world and looked everywhere at once, and with some of these eyes she watched herself watching Avata at the pool.
She heard her voice rise to fill the cavern with a richness it had never held before. “Fear is the coin of Flattery’s realm,” she announced. “We shall buy out his interest in kind.”
Images leaped from the pool’s surface at the sweep of her outstretched arms and filled the cavern like quick bright ghosts. Her body swelled to its limit in the seas, and she reached her thousands of arms skyward in joy.
A gasp escaped one of the sentries, then a shout. “The kelp! Look at the kelp!”
But no one had to go outside for a look, all played before them inside the cavern. Throughout the seas of Pandora the kelp reached its great vines high above the surface. Colorful arcs of light bridged the gulfs between stands. Even hylighters trailed great streamers of light from their ballast, providing a link between isolated patches of wild and domestic kelp alike.
Rico smiled through the dazzle of light and Crista realized the difference between the Rico she had first met and the Rico who had saved them on the beach: This Rico was happy.
“You’re looking at Avata,” he shouted. “The kelp has risen. Long live Avata.” Applause and exclamations of joy gave way to the heavy background rhythms of water-drum and flute. “But how … ?”
Ben swallowed his question back, his eyes desperately trying to follow the display that surrounded him. A parade of ghosts from all over Pandora washed among the people in the cavern like a hologrammatic tide.
“Like the kelpways of the mind,” Rico explained, “only it’s no longer just a function of touch.”
Rico turned to Crista and took both her hands into his own. The light around them leaped even higher.
“Though it seemed like moments, I was gone from you for years,” he said. “I witnessed your life, my life, Flattery’s life. He buried a secret in his own body that would kill the kelp should he die. If his heart stops a trigger releases his stockpile of toxin worldwide. It would paralyze the kelp in moments and kill it all off in hours. You see now we must isolate him, stop him, save him from his own ignorance. Enter the kelp. Tell the world what you know.”
Crista felt herself pulled to the edge of the pool, and a murmur swept the chamber when she stepped onto the thick root of kelp. What she felt in that instant was joy. She became the very force of life in all of those present, and she entered the being of a young Kaleb Norton-Wang.
In blinks the webwork grew. In Oracles throughout the world people consulted the kelp and she entered the minds of them all as they entered her own. It was a giving up of mind, a joining of the piece to the whole. She felt as though she spun like a mote on a current of air, and filaments of light snaked out from each of her cells into the world. One of them, from the center of her forehead, reached beyond the world to touch the faithful above it. From her perch aboard the Orbiter, she watched Pandora’s seas become ashimmer with light.
So you see, Crista Galli, the voice inside her said, the severed vine regrafts itself. In you the parts are
joined, and Avata is much more than the sum of its parts.
Chapter 61
If you take any activity, any art, any discipline, any skill, take it and push it as far as it will go, push it beyond where it has ever been before, push it to the wildest edge of edges, then you force it into the realm of magic.
—T. Robbins
Dwarf MacIntosh had the axis areas of the Obiter evacuated and sealed off, with the exception of a handful of volunteers from the fire crew who remained as his security force. Mack was sure that Brood, when cornered, would resort to sabotage, so he instructed Spud to prepare separation charges that would blow the Orbiter free of the Voidship, if necessary. He was sure that Brood’s focus would be Current Control, easily the most important and most sensitive installation in space.
With luck, he won’t get both the ship and the Orbiter, Mack thought. With luck, he won’t get anything at all.
Mack had always hated the feel of a weapon in his hand. Moonbase had taught all of them well, and his recent life in freefall gave him the advantage over Brood, but he didn’t rise to the killing challenge as eagerly as some of his fellows. Mack was older than the rest of his Earthling shipmates. He had trained a lot of Voidship crews, finally gotten a flight of his own, at Flattery’s request.
He didn’t rise to the dying challenge anymore, either. Since Beatriz had come into his life he had found he wanted to live it more than ever. The prospect of facing Brood at the end of a lasgun struck a cold blow in his belly and set his hands to trembling. He gripped a handhold outside the main hatch to Current Control and tested the latch.
Unlocked.
He and three of his men sealed themselves in full vacuum suits and tested the squad frequency in their headsets.
“Ready one,” he said.
“Ready two.”
“Three.”
“Yo, four.”
“Foam only, if possible,” he reminded them. “We didn’t build all this to blow it up. Remember, the kelp hookups in there won’t survive a vacuum, so we don’t want a breach if we can help it. Blow vacuum as a last resort. Two and three, you’re right and left. Four, I follow you. Check?”
