"The Terror," he said. "Where is it now?"
The robot called up a navigation chart, and put it up on the viewscreen. "Here, Lord Deathstalker. Our projected course puts it not far beyond the remains of the dead planet Heracles Four."
"I can get you there in about two weeks," said Silence.
"Hell with that," said Owen.
He reached out with his power, gathered up all their minds and joined them to his. Lewis and Jesamine, Brett and Rose, Captain Silence and the AIs of Shub were all joined together under the force of his will as Owen leapt up from the planet Haden again, and shot out into the stars. They flashed across space at impossible speed, heading for Heracles IV.
I always said you were the best of us, said Silence. said Silence.
They came to the dead world. Owen and all the others hung above it, in spirit. Laid out before them was the wreckage of a ruined planet. Dead cities full of dead people. The scars of huge fires. The scarred hulk of a murdered world. Owen reached out with his Maze-boosted mind, and found traces of the Terror, still lingering. Traces so strong that Owen could still feel them . . . still recognize them. In that moment, he knew what and who the Terror was, and the shock of that recognition broke his concentration, and he and all the others tumbled back across space, and back into their own bodies again. Owen looked at them all.
"My God," he said. "The Terror . . . it's Hazel."
Read on for a preview of Simon R. Green's next Deathstalker book, DEATHSTALKER CODA.
Coming from Roc Hardcover in February 2005 Owen Deathstalker was in a coma, and everyone else was panicking.
On the planet Haden, deep down in the man-made crater called the Pit, in the steel corridors men had built to surround and contain the Madness Maze, a lot had happened in a short time. That renowned hero and legend Owen Deathstalker had returned from the dead, walked out of the Maze with his descendant Lewis, worked a number of quite remarkable miracles, and then gathered up the minds of everyone present to take a fast trip across space in order to observe the Terror close up. Unfortunately, that most ancient and awful destroyer of worlds and civilizations turned out to be, in some as yet unexplained way, Owen's long lost love, Hazel d'Ark. Now everyone was back in their right bodies again, but Owen was curled up in a fetal ball, eyes squeezed tight shut, dead to the world and floating about three feet above the gleaming steel floor. Everyone else had since given themselves up to alarm and confusion and trying very hard not to wet themselves.
As Jesamine was fond of saying: Some days things wouldn't go right if you put a gun to their head.
The AIs of Shub were the only ones to remain calm and unruffled; though admittedly it was hard to tell the difference between a calm and an excited robot, when they all had featureless blue steel faces. Still, for the moment half a dozen of them were surrounding Owen's hovering body in an honor guard, and politely but firmly refusing to let anyone get too close. (This followed an understandable but regrettable incident where Brett Random had climbed onto Owen's body and pounded on his chest with both hands, shrieking Wake up, you bastard! Wake up, you bastard!) The renowned con man, thief, and famed substance abuser was now striding up and down the corridor, all but bouncing off the steel walls, waving his fists in the air and loudly declaring that he'd always known no good would come of meddling with the Madness Maze. His face was flushed, his lean angular body all but crackled with frustrated energy, and his language was getting really distressing. An awful thought struck him, and he froze in midstep before suddenly whirling round to glare at Owen's unresponsive floating body.
"Wait a minute! Wait just one goddamned minute! Is everyone who's gone through the Madness Maze going to turn into a Terror eventually? Are we all going to end up as galaxy-devouring monsters? Why is everyone looking at me like that? It's a reasonable question."
"It's a totally unnerving question, and quite probably the last thing I need to think about right now!" said Jesamine Flowers. "Aren't things bad enough as they are? I can feel one of my heads coming on." The blond diva's famously beautiful face had gone all blotchy with shock and stress, and she'd clasped both her hands together in front of her to stop them from trembling. Lewis tried to put a comforting arm across her shoulders, and she shrugged him off almost angrily as she glared at the comatose Owen. "Damn you, Owen bloody Deathstalker! You can't just drop a bombshell like that on us and then run off to hide inside yourself! Wake up! Lewis, make him wake up!"
"Don't look at me," said Lewis. "I'm the idiot who thought coming here might actually help us with our problems. Instead, we seem to have acquired a whole bunch of new ones." He leaned back against the metal wall, his muscular arms folded across his barrel chest, his famously ugly features creased in thoughtful lines. "If the Terror really is or was Hazel d'Ark . . . if that is what the Maze's power finally turns you into . . . then I may have made a real error of judgement in bringing Owen back from the dead. We could end up with two Terrors on our hands, and I think I'd like to go and sit down in a corner and cry for a while, if that's all right with everyone."
"Oh, no, you don't," Brett said immediately. "You got us into this mess, it's up to you to get us out of it!"
"Maybe . . . if we were to put Owen back into the Maze," said Jesamine. "Maybe that would . . . freeze him as he is, or something."
"I don't think that would work," said Lewis.
"It might! We could push or tug him, or . . ."
"No, I mean I don't think the Maze works that way. Once it's finished with someone, it shoves them right out the nearest exit. Good-bye, off you go, don't forget to write. Remember?"
"No," said Jesamine, looking away. "I don't remember anything about being in the Maze. I don't think it wanted me to. Only Deathstalkers get to know the secrets of the Maze."
"I could always kill Owen," said Rose Constantine, and everyone turned to look at her. She looked calmly back at them, standing unnaturally still and poised as she always did, the tall cold killer in her bloodred leathers, with dark hair and darker eyes. Her crimson mouth moved in something like a smile as she contemplated murder. "When in doubt, cutting your enemy's head off and using it as a football usually puts an end to most problems. I can do it, if you want. I'm not scared of Owen Deathstalker."
"Yes, but that's because you're a psychopath," Brett said kindly. "Even in a coma, the Deathstalker is still undoubtably the most dangerous thing you'll ever meet."
"I know," said Rose. "I like a challenge. Just the thought of killing the legendary Owen Deathstalker gets me all hot." The red leathers creaked loudly as her bosom swelled.
"I want to go home," said Brett. "I don't belong here, I really don't."
"In any case," the main Shub robot said politely, "We would not allow you to try to harm the Deathstalker. He is under our protection, now and always. We owe him so much. You are all becoming unduly concerned. There is no evidence to suggest that anyone other than Hazel d'Ark will ever become a Terror. We were among the last to see her alive, two hundred years ago, and she was then already half mad with loss and grief. Only an insane mind, backed by the Maze's power, could become something like the Terror."
"And I wouldn't let you touch him either," said John Silence, and most people jumped because they'd forgotten he was there. The man who was once Captain Silence of the old Imperial Navy, and more recently Samuel Chevron, notable trader and confidant of Kings, was actually rather quiet and ordinary looking, considering who he was and all the legendary things he'd done. He tended to blend into the background at gatherings, and preferred it that way.
"May I remind you all that there is at present a fleet of hundreds of Imperial starcruisers in orbit over this world? They came here to wipe us all out, and only the appearance of the blessed Owen Deathstalker stopped them. The captains of those ships are currently waiting for him to tell them what to do next, and I really don't think they're going to settle for anyone but him. I wouldn't."
The argument staggered on for some time, with voices rising and falling and going nowhere fast, but Lewis stopped listening. He studied Owen's floating form and calm face, and made himself consider a number of unpalatable thoughts. He didn't know what he'd expected would happen once he'd brought Owen back from the dead, but this certainly wasn't it. He'd hoped that having Owen back would help sort things out, make his way clearer. That Owen would know immediately what to do, and would step forward to take over. Then Lewis could set aside the responsibility he'd so reluctantly shouldered. But instead, now he had even more things to worry about. Most definitely including the possibility that what Owen had just discovered had been too much for him; a shock too great for even a legendary hero to bear. He could be catatonic . . . he could even be dying again. Lewis edged around the arguing group, and quietly mentioned his concerns to the main Shub robot.
"That thought had occurred to us," murmured the robot. "We have been attempting to investigate the Deathstalker's condition with every sensor at our command. But, I have to admit that even our most advanced tech has been unable to tell us a thing about him. To be blunt, since his transformation in the Maze, and indeed his return from the dead, which we're really hoping you're going to explain to us someday, Owen Deathstalker has apparently become so . . . different, so other, that he doesn't even register on most of our instruments. What readings our sensors are getting make no sense at all. We are forced to conclude that Owen is no longer human, in any sense that we can understand. If you have any suggestions as to how we should proceed, Lewis, we are quite ready to listen to them."
"I've got one very immediate suggestion," growled Lewis. "Can some of your robots please drag the reptiloid's body out of here? She didn't smell that good even when she was alive, and ever since Owen ripped her heart right out of her chest, the smell has become seriously revolting. I'm sure we'd all think much more clearly without the distraction . . ."
Two more robots appeared and effortlessly dragged Saturday's body away and round a corner, leaving a trail of dark blood behind them. This caught everyone's attention, and they actually stopped shouting at each other to watch. Silence seized the opportunity to try to be the voice of reason again.
"I really think we should make every reasonable effort to wake Owen," he said heavily. "Before every captain in the fleet above us starts knocking on our door, demanding answers."
Jesamine gave him a hard look. "Why don't you do something? You're one of the original Maze people, like Owen. Weren't you all supposed to have some mental link? The legends said-"
"The legends said a lot of things," said Silence. "And Owen and I were never that close."
"Let me try," said Lewis. "I've been through the Maze. And I'm family." He looked at the robots surrounding Owen, and they all stepped back a pace, to give him room. Lewis knelt down beside Owen, putting his head right next to his ancestor's. The floating body rose and fell slightly, as though moved by unseen, unknown tides.
"Owen, please wake up. We need you here. There are decisions that have to be made, and we can't do anything without you. Owen? Can you hear me? Dammit, Owen, I didn't bring you back from the bloody dead just so you could hide from your responsibilities like this! You're a Deathstalker, and a legend, and we need you!"
Not a flicker of response moved on Owen's face. Jesamine pulled Lewis back out of the way, stuck her mouth right next to Owen's ear, and sang her loudest, most piercing note right into it. She put all her opera training and lung capacity into that note, and everyone else present except the robots winced and put their hands to their ears, but Owen didn't so much as twitch. Jesamine stood up, breathing hard, and then slapped Owen round the head, at least partly out of pique. Lewis dragged her away before the robots did it, shielding her body with his own, just in case there was a defensive reaction from Owen. Brett was already hiding behind Rose. But nothing happened, apart from Jesamine loudly announcing that she'd hurt her hand.
Brett peered out from behind Rose, and tried his esp power of compulsion on Owen. He frowned hard, trying to force Owen to wake up, vaguely hoping that his short time in the Maze might have increased his power. Instead, the mental probe just bounced right back at him, knocking him off his feet. He sat down hard, crying out as much in shock as pain. Lewis looked at him suspiciously.
"Brett, did you just do something stupid?"
"Leave him alone," Rose said immediately, hauling Brett back onto his feet with effortless grace. "At least he's trying."
"Yes," said Jesamine. "I've always found Brett very trying."
Lewis gave Brett his best stern look. "Using an esp probe on a Maze survivor is like poking a Grendel with a stick and saying bad things about its mother. Bad news for the idiot that does it, and probably everyone else around him as well. Maybe you should go back to the surface, Brett."
"Oh, no, you're not shutting me out of this!" Brett said instantly. "There's safety in numbers, even if it only gives you a better choice of who to stick in front of you as a target. Besides, there's serious money to be made out of the return of Owen Deathstalker, if we can just wake him up, and I'm not being cheated out of my share! I'm not going, and you can't make me!"
"Brett, even I could make you," said Jesamine.
Brett folded his arms and leaned back against Rose, looking smug. "Want to bet, blondie?"
Rose let her hand rest on the hilt of her sword. Lewis's hand went to his sword, and it was all about to turn nasty when Silence decided he'd had enough. He concentrated, pulling his old power up through the back brain, the midbrain and out into the front of his thoughts, and suddenly his presence lashed out to fill the steel corridor. The sheer force of it sent everyone staggering backward, even the robots. In a moment they were all pressed back against the nearest wall, held there by the sheer pressure of his will, pinned helplessly. Only Owen seemed unaffected, floating untouched and unmoved. Silence glared around him.
"When I talk, you listen. I was a captain in Lionstone's navy. I survived the original Rebellion. I guarded Humanity for two hundred years. I went though the Madness Maze twice. twice. I could have been as powerful as the others, but I was never interested in that kind of power. It always seemed more important to me to hang on to my . . . humanity. So, no more squabbling, and sensible suggestions only. Or I'll forget I'm supposed to be one of the good guys." I could have been as powerful as the others, but I was never interested in that kind of power. It always seemed more important to me to hang on to my . . . humanity. So, no more squabbling, and sensible suggestions only. Or I'll forget I'm supposed to be one of the good guys."
He relaxed his thoughts, and everyone dropped back onto the floor again. They all looked at him with varying amounts of awe and respect. They'd forgotten, in the presence of Owen Deathstalker, that Captain John Silence had been a legend too.
After that, no one else seemed to have anything to say, so they all just stood there and watched Owen float, waiting for something to happen.
He looks so . . . ordinary, just sleeping, thought Lewis. thought Lewis. Even if he is doing it in midair. And we need him to be extraordinary. Nothing less will do, to stop Finn Durandal and the Terror. What if I've made a terrible mistake, and brought back only a man, not a legend? Even if he is doing it in midair. And we need him to be extraordinary. Nothing less will do, to stop Finn Durandal and the Terror. What if I've made a terrible mistake, and brought back only a man, not a legend?
Jesamine was also thinking about mistakes. For once, Brett had raised a genuinely important point, even if it was something no one really wanted to think about. Going into the Maze would change them; they'd all known that. But the possibility of becoming monsters, of becoming something utterly inhuman, like the Terror . . . there'd been nothing in the legends about that. What if they all started to change, change, to outgrow their merely human forms . . . might they all end up like the abominations in the Maze's annex, or even like the poor distorted creatures they'd found on Shandrakor? to outgrow their merely human forms . . . might they all end up like the abominations in the Maze's annex, or even like the poor distorted creatures they'd found on Shandrakor?
Jesamine hugged herself tightly, as though trying to hold herself together against as yet unfelt forces of change within her. I don't want to change. I don't want to be a monster or a legend. I only went into the Maze because I couldn't let Lewis go in alone. What if we both change, but in different ways? What if we become people we don't even recognize anymore? I don't want to change. I don't want to be a monster or a legend. I only went into the Maze because I couldn't let Lewis go in alone. What if we both change, but in different ways? What if we become people we don't even recognize anymore?
She turned suddenly to glare at Silence. "What the Maze has done to us; can it be undone? If we went back in again, could the Maze make us just human again? The way we used to be?"
"No," said Silence, almost kindly. "Evolution is a one-way track. The butterfly cannot turn back into the caterpillar. But you mustn't be frightened, Jesamine. I have lived with my powers for over two hundred years, and I like to think the old Captain Silence would still know me, and approve of me. It's not all bad. Children find the ways of adults mysterious and incomprehensible, and fear to grow up. And then they do, and wonder what all the fuss was about."
"One more strained metaphor from you, and I'll nail you to the wall with an aria," said Jesamine. "I get the point, all right?"
"The Owen I talked with back in Mistport seemed very human," said Lewis, coming over to join them. "In every way that mattered. I liked him."
"Lots of people did," said Silence. "And even his enemies respected him."
"The stories say much the same about Hazel d'Ark," said Jesamine. "But what those two went through in the Maze still drove them apart, for all their legendary love."
"But they never admitted their love for each other," said Lewis.
"Idiots," said Jesamine, and let Lewis hold her.
"To be fair," said Silence, "there was a war on. We always thought there'd be time afterwards, to say all the things we wanted to say. And most of us were wrong. We all lost people we cared for, in the wars."
Brett gave Rose a considering look. "Do you feel any . . . different, yet?" he said quietly. "Do you feel any powers coming on?"
"No," said Rose. She didn't look up from polishing her sword with a piece of rag. "But then, I wasn't in the Maze for long. It didn't want me. I could feel it inside my mind, trying to change all the things that make me me. me. But I wouldn't give in. I could feel myself breaking up, being torn apart. The Maze was killing me." She looked at Brett suddenly, and he almost jumped. It was never an easy thing to face Rose's cold, considering gaze. "You saved my life by bringing me out, Brett. I'll never forget that. Wherever you go, and whatever you decide to do, I'll always be with you." But I wouldn't give in. I could feel myself breaking up, being torn apart. The Maze was killing me." She looked at Brett suddenly, and he almost jumped. It was never an easy thing to face Rose's cold, considering gaze. "You saved my life by bringing me out, Brett. I'll never forget that. Wherever you go, and whatever you decide to do, I'll always be with you."
"Wonderful," Brett said heavily. "So, do you feel any more sane now?"
Rose thought about it for a while. "No, not particularly."
"I don't know why I don't just shoot myself in the head now, and get it over with," said Brett.
John Silence moved off a way to be on his own, and studied the sleeping Owen. For two hundred years, Silence had been the only Maze survivor in the Empire. (Tobias Moon had disappeared on Lachrymae Christi, and Carrion had become an Ashrai.) Now Owen was back from the dead, and Silence had to wonder if other ghosts from his past might return to haunt him. The dead should stay dead, and allow the living to get on with their lives. That was at least partly why he'd stopped being John Silence, and became the much less important Samuel Chevron. But now Owen was back, and there was a whole bunch of new Maze alumni. For all his encouraging words to Jesamine, Silence was still trying to decide whether that was a good thing or not. He felt . . . relieved, because it meant he didn't have to shoulder the responsibility of being Humanity's guardian alone anymore, but there was no denying Owen's great discovery about the Terror had changed everything. Brett was right, Brett was right, he thought tiredly. he thought tiredly. We all have monsters within us, and the kind of power the Maze bestows could find and feed the monster in anyone. Eventually. We all have monsters within us, and the kind of power the Maze bestows could find and feed the monster in anyone. Eventually. (Though truth be told, he'd never much liked or trusted Hazel d'Ark, back in the day.) (Though truth be told, he'd never much liked or trusted Hazel d'Ark, back in the day.) The first batch of Maze survivors had changed everything. everything. They overthrew an Empress, converted the AIs of Shub, and restored the Recreated. They made the Golden Age possible. But that was different people, in a different time. Silence approved of Lewis and, to an extent, Jesamine; but he didn't like or trust Brett Random or Rose Constantine. They were both dangerous, and not in a good way. Silence scowled thoughtfully. It might be kinder for Humanity to kill them both now, while they still could be killed . . . but he knew he couldn't do that. They had to have their chance, like Jack Random and Ruby Journey, who both came good in the end. They overthrew an Empress, converted the AIs of Shub, and restored the Recreated. They made the Golden Age possible. But that was different people, in a different time. Silence approved of Lewis and, to an extent, Jesamine; but he didn't like or trust Brett Random or Rose Constantine. They were both dangerous, and not in a good way. Silence scowled thoughtfully. It might be kinder for Humanity to kill them both now, while they still could be killed . . . but he knew he couldn't do that. They had to have their chance, like Jack Random and Ruby Journey, who both came good in the end.
And there was always Lewis. When all else fails, trust a Deathstalker to do the right thing.