Peter David - Out of the Darkness

“We are simply concerned for the general wellbeing of our world, Highness,” Tikane protested.

“Your own wellbeing, you mean. You reap what you sow.” They looked at each other in puzzlement. “We are not farmers, Highness,” Arlineas pointed out.

I shook my head. “Never mind. I did not expect you to understand. But,” I continued with renewed strength, “if you do not comprehend that, then this might serve instead. Something a Vorlon once said…”

“A Vorlon?” There were immediate looks, one to the other. Most of them had never had the opportunity to see a Vorlon, even one inside an encounter suit. I, of course, had notonly extensively been in the presence of a suited one… but I was present that amazing day when Kosh Naranek, the Vorlon ambassador, emerged from his suit. Others reported visions of a great winged being, and I…

I saw nothing.

Actually, that is not entirely accurate. I saw… light. An overwhelming brilliance. But it was shapeless, amorphous, and indistinct. For a moment, it seemed as though I perceived a hint of something, but that was all.

Sometimes I have wondered whether what others saw was some sort of mass delusion… or whether I was simply not deserving of the experience.

“Yes. A Vorlon,” I said. “Understand, he did not say this to me directly, but to another. However, things have a habit of being passed around. And what he said was, The blizzard has already begun. It is too late for the snowflakes to vote.’ Do you comprehend that, gentlemen?”

There were slow nods from all around. They understood all too well. They were not, however, happy about it.

“So… you will do nothing?” Tikane said. “You will simply allow Durla to do as he wishes?”

“Have you heard nothing I said?” I demanded. “He operates now using the power that your support provided him. He has grown beyond you. To him, you are all simple grounddwellers. He no longer looks to the ground. He looks to the stars that he desires to conquer, and he has the backing of the military. And the people adore him… him and his ministers of religion and education and information. You, who have so much, cannot begin to comprehend how much those who have nothing appreciate such things as jobs and building toward a future of conquest. Since they have nothing, they consider it quite appealing, the prospect of taking that which others possess.

“You cannot stand against that, and I do not suggest you try.”

“Then what do you suggest we do, Highness?” Arlineas demanded.

I sighed deeply and put a hand to my head. “I suggest you leave. My head hurts rather profoundly, and I would be alone.”

They were not the least bit happy to hear that, but my personal guards did not particularly care about the feelings of the noble lords. They were escorted out. The last one to go was Yson, and I felt his rather malevolent gaze upon me even after he was out of the room.

“Leave me,” I told my guards. They bowed and obeyed, closing the great doors behind them. The doors of my prison.

I rose from my throne and walked slowly across the room. Every movement these days feels labored and painful. In the past, at least my aches had been courteous enough to confine themselves to what is left of my soul; now they have actually intruded into my joints. Most inconsiderate.

I stood upon the balcony, holding tightly to the railing. I looked into the distance… and saw something that was most unexpected. There, walking across a field, were Vir and Senna. I had been wondering where Vir was; I had sent Senna to bring him to me, and yet there they were, walking away, speaking with each other like two old friends. Or… more than that?

Then something else caught my eye, on another balcony, to the right and one level up. I knew it well ; it was the residence and offices of Durla. The fact that he had acquired accommodations higher than my own was, I had always felt, a not—so—subtle message from him to me.

What I saw now, though, was not Durla. It was Mariel, andshe looked simply awful. She was bandaged, as if she had taken a great fall. I did not have a chance to get a good look, however, because she spotted me looking up at her… and immediately darted back inside.

It was never like her to be clumsy. Then again, age begins to tell on all of us, I suppose.

“What make you of that?”

It was Shiv’kala. As always, I had not heard his entrance at all. Even after all these years of our…“association”… I still had no clear idea of how he achieved his comings and goings. I used to think upon it for extensive periods of time, scrutinizing the walls from which he emerged to see if there were hidden passages and such. If so, I never managed to detect them.

“Of them?” I pointed to Vir and Senna, mere specks in the distance. “How kind of you to care about my opinion.”

“I have always cared, Londo.”

I turned and looked into the face of the creature I hated above all others. If nothing else, his unchanging nature was aggravating. My face, my frame, reflected every minute of every day of my life, and not in an especially flattering manner. Shiv’kala, for his part, looked exactly the same now as he had then. “You say I rather than ‘we’? I had always thought you spoke on behalf of the Drakh entire.”

“You have never truly understood me, Londo,” Shiv’kala said. “Believe it or not, you have had no greater protector or friend than me.”

“I will opt for ‘not,’ if it is all the same to you.” Shiv’kala looked at me with what seemed to be a perverse sort of paternal disapproval. “You have not been the best of servants, Londo.”

“I grieve for my lapses.”

“You do no such thing. Your little rebellions have been numerous, and usually ill timed. That you have survived them has been largely due to my sufferance. Fortunately enough, in recent years they have been fairly nonexistent.”

Something about the way he said that caught my interest.

“Why ‘fortunately enough’?”

“Because,” he said evenly, “matters will be coming to a head. And now would be a most unfortunate time to be… problematic.”

I chuckled softly. “Are you not concerned that saying such things may provide a temptation for me to do exactly what you fear?”

“Fear?” The notion appeared to amuse him. “We fear nothing, Londo, least of all you. However, I have invested a good deal of time in you. The notion that the time was wasted would be displeasing to me.”

“Of course…” I said, understanding. “You are concerned that I will be motivated by the complaints. That I will attempt to interfere in the plans of Durla, your chosen one.”

“Any ‘attempts’ you make will be just that. You cannot stop this, Londo, any more than…”

“Than that vessel, Excalibur, was able to stop your plan to eradicate humanity?”

We both knew precisely what I meant.

“You grow old, Londo,” he said after a time of silence. “You grow old… and tired. I can help you, you know.”

“Oh, can you.”

He stepped in close to me. Once I would have trembled inwardly. Now I was simply bored. “We have our methods,” he said. “You need not be a slave to your body. Options can be offered you… if your actions suit our desires. You can be young and strong again.”

“I was never young,” I told him, “and if I had ever been strong, I would not have allowed myself to get into this situation in the first place. I am not interested, Shiv’kala, in anything you might have to offer.”

“When you are on your deathbed, you might have something else to say.”

“You are likely right. And it will probably be something like this…” and I put my hand to my throat and produced a loud “Aaaackkkkkk!”