John Carr - Kalvan Kingmaker

Now, having been outtime on Kalvan's Time-Line for half a year, Sirna was beginning to regret her initial decision. She liked the Hostigi people she'd met and was impressed by how hard Kalvan was working at protecting his new subjects. Sirna knew that whatever Tharn had in mind for the former Pennsylvania policeman; he was up to no good. Unfortunately, she also understood that if she stopped working for Hadron Tharn, he would take her refusal as a betrayal. Having Hadron Tharn as an enemy was the here-and-now equivalent of a rattlesnake bite-with local Aryan-Transpacific medical treatment.

Sirna reached the well and pulled up the pail. A cool late autumn wind blew through her red hair, whipping her long dress against her legs. Soon it would be winter and she would be locked inside with these bores. Sirna found herself envying the outtime foundry workers who could leave at nightfall and return to their families. For the first time, she thought about going 'Outtime' herself, or native, but dismissed it quickly. A single woman in a low technology, patriarchal-centric society would be easy pickings for the first man who passed by.

She would just have to work out her term of duty, send Hadron Tharn his message balls about events in Hostigos, write her Scholar's thesis during the long winter nights and wait for her freedom from Tharn when she returned to Home Time-Line. Gorath Tran, the assistant Study-Team leader, had already made several obvious passes, but she would rather spend the long nights with Archpriest Sesklos, Styphon's Voice on Earth! He probably had sweeter breath and a livelier personality than the spindly faculty administrator.

While very cold, the water she drank from the dipper was refreshing. She put the dipper back into the pail, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then threw the message ball into the sky. It disappeared with a flash that if observed, would pass for a meteorite. She was halfway back to the foundry when Eldra approached. "Getting some fresh air?"

"Yes," Sirna answered. "I've had enough hot air for one lifetime."

Baltrov Eldra laughed out loud, with her deep rich laugh. Eldra was a complex woman, full of life, yet quick to anger. Eldra also carried a sense of tragedy that was often belied by easy laughter. She was not an easy person to know. Sirna found her to be a role model and the single most interesting person on the Kalvan Study Team.

"I have to get away sometimes, myself," Eldra said. "I have this wonderful Fifth Level outtime ranch where I can race my horses as far as the eye can see. I think you would enjoy it there."

Sirna smiled wryly. "As you may have noticed, I'm not much of a horse person. I'm actually looking forward to returning back to Dhergabar City!"

"Not me," Eldra said, shaking her head. "I've had it with First Level stuffed tunics! If I hear one more of Varnath Lala's discourses on the Repression of Patriarchal cultures and its effect on females' sexual mores, I think I'll wring her scrawny neck!"

Sirna laughed. "If she wasn't the University's top Pre-Industrial Metallurgist, I doubt she'd have gotten such a plum assignment."

Eldra's brow wrinkled, showing a stern side that made Sirna pull back. "I agree that Lala knows her stuff when it comes to metals, but if I ever got my hands on the University administrator who confused knowledge with ability to get the job done, I'd personally geld him."

"I'm glad Varnath wasn't around to hear you say that. Your assumption that it was a man who made that decision would be more evidence that you've been 'contaminated' by our prolonged stay in the male dominated Zarthani culture of Kalvan's Time-Line."

Eldra reared back in mock horror. "Please, I beg you. Don't breathe a word about my breach of proper gender assumptions!"

Sirna laughed. "You've got my word. I've heard Lathor Karv, our sociologist make that same breach of etiquette-and the results were not pretty!"

After Eldra stopped laughing, she stared up into the star bright evening sky.

"Not to change the subject," Sirna said. "But what do you think will happen to Hos-Hostigos now that Kalvan has defeated the Holy Host?" She knew that Eldra, despite the Study Team and general University anti-Kalvan bias, was one of the few Kalvan fans.

"It's difficult to tell. To use a boxing metaphor from Fourth Level, Kalvan won the first round with a technical knockout: Styphon's House went home with a bloody nose. While poor Prince Ptosphes is down for the count, Kalvan himself is ready for another match. Styphon's House has more gold stashed in its treasuries than Kalvan has bodies, more soldiers than he has guns. But, if Styphon's House doesn't quickly press its advantage, Kalvan will revolutionize Hos-Hostigos and win. If they press Kalvan hard, it is anyone's guess. It's really up to the priests now."

"What do you mean?"

"Styphon's House has declared war on the other gods, as well as Kalvan, even if the priests of the various gods on this time-line don't know it yet. All this talk of the Styphon's Holy Warriors sounds like the Crusades again, back on Europo-American, Hispano-Columbian Subsector eight hundred years ago. If Styphon's House wins this war, all the other gods will disappear in a generation. I'm not sure the non-Styphoni priesthood understands just how dangerous the concept of one, and only one true god, can be."

Sirna nodded. All First Level children studied the horrors and destruction brought about by the Religious Wars on Home-Time Line-it was an abomination not to be repeated, but they were ancient history. As a freshman at Dhergabar University, she'd spent a full term studying the end results of outtime religious fanaticism. Actually having to watch some of those gory battles in three-dimensional color, as they happened, had been much more real. The class had left Sirna with awful memories that still haunted her dreams.

"From what I've heard from our man in Agrys City," Eldra continued, "the highpriests of Dralm are under the misconception, that this is a mere disagreement over who is or who is not top god in the Zarthani pantheon, and don't want to stir the waters. I think some of the Princes realize how dangerous the one-god concept is and how that could turn the Six Kingdoms into a kingdom-wide theocracy. This is why they formed the League of Dralm. But the League can't come out in support of Kalvan without the blessings of the Council of Dralm.

"With the armies of League of Dralm behind him, Kalvan would be almost invincible. I just hope the highpriests of Dralm stop worrying about propriety and who's going to chair the table and get down to 'brass tacks'-as they call it on Europo-American. Otherwise, it's Hos-Hostigos against the richest and biggest military power on this time-line, Styphon's House. And that's not going to be good news for Hos-Hostigos, or for those of us who 'appear' to support Kalvan by working in the Royal Foundry of Hos-Hostigos."

Eldra rubbed some goose bumps on her tanned arms. "Let's get back to the Foundry, it's getting chilly out here."

"Good idea," Sirna said, picking up a sudden chill of her own. If things went bad for Kalvan and Rylla, who knows how nasty they might get for the Study Team; after all, they were far away from First Level help. Unfortunately, Dhergabar University-in an attempt to assert its authority-had stopped Paratime Chief Verkan from keeping enough Paratime Police on Kalvan Prime to protect the Study Team; she just hoped that the University people in the field wouldn't have to pay in spilled blood for this bit of backroom political maneuvering.

Verkan flew his aircar through the corridors of Old City, the last section of Dhergabar City, that still housed ground-hugging buildings, some dozen square blocks of densely packed ground level residences and commercial facilities. There were even a few buildings that could trace their history back to First Level PP (Pre-Paratime), but most only went back four millenniums to the Religious Wars, when most of Dhergabar had been leveled. Years later it had taken its present shape of tall anti-gravity towers and spires. Old City was where the infirm, those who found it difficult to live in townhouses only reachable by aircar; the indigent-even the Bureau of Psych-Hygiene hadn't been able to root out all the bums from First Level society-the out of work Proles and a small criminal element that not even the most determined Psych-Hygiene techniques could eradicate, nor the Metropolitan Police sweeps take captive.