Gillian Anderson - A Dream of Ice

A Vision of Fire

Exile.

The word stuck in Azhas memory like an angry barb. The only thing that stung more was the name and face of the traitor, that serene lunatic who had assumed rights and powers no Galderkhaani should ever possess.

We trusted each other with everything, she thought angrily, but now I alone pay for his sins.

Wisps of wet cloud and red hair whipped across Azhas face as her airship glided east, hundreds of feet above the white, icy surface. Balanced on the rigging with several dogbane-fiber ropes looped over her forearms in case she lost her footing, the former Cirrus Farm commander sidled along while completing her scan of the enormous inflated hortatur skin above her. She did not like what she saw.

Cursing it allbut at this moment, mostly the shipshe climbed down to the gondola as carelessly as she dared, her movements as natural and familiar to her as breathing. She dropped the last few feet. The seventy-foot-long, wicker-ribbed basin was empty but for two other people: Dovit, her man with black dreadlocks to his waist and touches of gray at his temples, and Azhas younger sister, Enzo, her short-cropped hair black as coal.

As Azha leaped the last few feet into the gondola, she cursed again in frustration.

I couldnt see any leaks so there must be one higher up, she groaned. Naturally, the bastards gave me the oldest ship in the fleet.

Exile was not designed for comfort, the man remarked.

And these ships were not designed for this much travel over land, Enzo added cautiously. It dries the fabric. The oceans thermal updrafts are what really keep them aloft

Enough! Azha slammed her hand down hard on the console. What I need are solutions, not a discourse in cloud farming. She glared at Dovit and then her sister. I dont even know why you came! You had your own life, your ownpeople.

Because I couldnt let you face this alone! Enzo said.

Neither of us could, Dovit said, putting a hand on Azhas arm. And my people, as you call them, supported me in my love for you.

Love, she said, pushing his fingers off. Is that all?

What more? Dovit asked.

Nothing, Azha said, glaring at her sister again, her red hair rising and twisting in the wind like slender serpents. This is my doing, my choice, but its a sign of how perverse our society has become. Im banished for trying to stop someone from committing genocide.

You were banished for trying to enter the Technologist Inner Quarter with a spear, two knives, and a grapnel, Dovit said, correcting her. There are far more legal and far less dramatic ways to express dissent.

Dissent, Azha muttered, glancing up at the swaying balloon. It wasnt about dissent, Dovit. It wasan impulse. I learned the facts and had to do something.

A legitimate reaction, Dovit agreed. But, as I said, there are legitimate forms of redress.

None that would have worked in time, Azha said.

So say you, the man replied.

Dovit, you were on the Technologist Council. You heard that someone was going to initiate the Source before the council decided it was ready.

We all heard those rumors, mostly from Priests.

You know how I hate to side with those people, with any of your mad allies, Azha said, but they werent rumors.

Dovit shrugged. That is irrelevant. Most did not accept the rumors as true. They still dont. Action requires belief.

It was true, it is true, Azha said, turning to face him. And it will kill them all.

We went through all of this at your hearing, Dovit replied patiently. You offered no proof.

Azhas gaze fell. I couldnt.

Why? Enzo pleaded, bracing herself against the rocking gondola. There is no harm in telling us nowwere not going back.

Azha looked at her sister and then at the man who meant so much to her, especially now. She didnt wish to reward his sacrifice with hurt.

Azha? Dovit asked, reading her moodas always. Please tell me. What is it?

You really want to know?

That is why I asked, he said with a wary smile.

Azha sighed, casting her eyes past the proud, formidable quarry master toward the distant spires. Dovit, before you and I were lovers I was joined as a lover with the man who planned this treacherous scheme.

Dovit looked at her with surpriseand understanding. And you still are.

Yes.

And yet, Dovit said, you were armed for murder.

Yes.

Dovit and Enzo shared a look. He hurt for Azha more than he hurt for himself.

There was no other choice, Azha said. He refused to hear arguments against it and is surrounded by too many influential people who will cover for any misdeeds, Azha said. Of course, I threatened to take his plan to the others, to his people, but we both knew the truth: they would have descended on me like buzzing punita on the remains of the dead. That is why I had to try to stop this act the old-fashioned way.

Dovit looked at her with a blend of sadness and regret. I wish you had trusted me. I and my lovers also have powerful friends.

In the wrong places, Azha said. Agriculture, tile masonry, seafaring, the stars

Dovit moved cautiously in the swaying basket to Azhas side, fresh urgency in his voice. He glanced back to the high stone tower from which they had departed a short sun-arc ago. Listen to me. If you are telling the truth, and the Source isnt ready, then yesit could take a great many lives! There are things, many things outsiders do not know about.

Azha gave him a look. What things, Dovit?

The reach vents for instance, and the conduits have been expandedextensive work that was done underground.

Underground? Azha shot back. How was that accomplished?

In great secrecy and in remote regions, the Technologist replied. We must go back.

Azha regarded the man with pity. Now you reveal this.

There are people I would protect too, he said.

Azha shook her head. This frail vessel will not make it. Even if it could, very soon it will be too late. She paused, took a deep breath and looked at the open sky. Breaking exile means incarceration. I would rather die up here.

Airships fall, Dovit said, indicating the ground far beneath his feet. You will die down there.

A figure of speech, Azha replied.

Sister, many will die if we do not try! implored Enzo.

They brought it on themselves, Azha said coldly. They wouldnt listen and there is nothing more to be said.

Silence fell upon them as the truth of her words and the fate of countless Galderkhaani settled on them like a heavy mist.

Azha pushed past her companions to the side of the gondola. Leaning far over and looking up, she surveyed the charcoal-gray surface of the balloon again. A huge ripple crossed the side of it.

Moving toward her, Enzo pleaded, Please, Azha, lets turn back.

To save lives, or so you can go back to your crazed mentor, to Rensat?

She is an enlightened soul, Enzo said defensively.

She is a fanatic with a Candescent obsession.

She is a fanatic? Enzo laughed. We have long believed that you are the fanatic.

Isnt every expeditionary commander? Azha shot back. Do you think it is easy pushing the boundaries of our farming efforts farther and farther from the city where the winds and cold are

That isnt what your sister means, Dovit interrupted. Your well-known defiance of

The Candescent Doctrine? Azha cut him off, adding hand gestures to her words, small but emphatic arcs and angles.