Jayne Castle - After Glow

"There's something I don't understand here. Why did the hospital call you? You're not even a member of the Cadence Guild."

He exhaled heavily. "Like I said, it's complicated."

"I'm listening."

"Wyatt was barely conscious when he dragged himself in to the emergency room. But he's a Guild boss to his bones. He stayed awake long enough to call a couple of members of the Guild Council and issue some orders. Then he made the hospital call me. He was being wheeled into the operating room when I arrived." Emmett shook his head. "And still giving orders."

"Wait a second." Lydia sat up, pulling the sheet around her. "Wyatt got himself to the hospital? But I thought you said he was nearly killed with a mag-rez gun."

"He should have been dead. Someone put two rounds into him. Both shots were probably intended to hit him in the upper chest. But he evidently sensed something was wrong when he got out of his car and tried to dive for cover. The result was that both shots went low and to the side. Still there was a lot of damage, not to mention shock and blood loss."

"It's a wonder he didn't bleed to death."

"He was in the Old Quarter near the South Wall when it happened. He managed to summon a couple of small energy ghosts. Used them to partially cauterize the wounds and slow the bleeding. Then he got behind the wheel of that big Oscillator 600 of his and drove himself to the ER."

"He used ghost energy on bleeding wounds?"

"No one ever said that Mercer Wyatt wasn't as tough as they come."

She caught her breath, astonished. Most of the green radiation given off by unstable dissonance energy manifestations everyone called ghosts was psi in nature, and the effects produced were most pronounced on the paranormal plane. But some of the eerie glow took the form of thermal energy. Ghosts were frequently hot enough to scorch paper or wood or a bedroom wall, as she had discovered the hard way last month.

Nevertheless, the thought of using one on an open wound was mind-boggling.

"I've never heard of such a thing," she said. "Theoretically, I suppose, it could be done. But the hunter would have to be able to exert an amazing amount of control in order to manipulate a ghost with the kind of precision it would require to staunch bleeding and not get badly burned at the same time."

"Hunters have some built-in immunity to the effects of ghost fire," he reminded her. "Comes with the psi talent required to handle them, I guess."

She shuddered. "Even so, I can only imagine how much pain it would cause on both the physical and the psychic planes."

He shrugged. "It hurts but not as much as you might think, not if you use some of the ghost's psi energy to distance your mind from the pain."

She frowned. "You've heard about this technique?"

"Sure. You get instruction and a little practice in basic training. It was an emergency medical procedure that was developed by Guild field medics during the Era of Discord."

Every child was taught the history of the Guilds in elementary school. They had been established a hundred years earlier as combat units to protect the cities against the threat of the charismatic fanatic, Vincent Lee Vance, and his followers.

Vance was a powerful dissonance-energy para-resonator—a ghost-hunter—who had spent his early years prospecting for amber. He had always been considered psychically unstable by those who knew him best but his eccentricities had not been much of a problem because for the most part he had shunned society to follow the solitary career path associated with the prospecting business.

At one point in his life Vance disappeared underground into the catacombs beneath Old Frequency City. When he had failed to reappear after several months, he had been presumed dead.

Eventually he had emerged, no longer a scruffy, half-daft amber man, but a visionary megalomaniac whose goal was nothing less than the conquest of all of the city-states. He claimed that he had discovered a great treasure house of ancient Harmonic secrets that would enable him to institute an ideal society. He promised that those who fought on his side would be rewarded with enormous power and wealth.

Life had been hard in the colonial cities a hundred years ago. The appeal of a Utopian world was strong.

Vance had gathered an army of disaffected followers before anyone even started to take him seriously. He also acquired a lover named Helen Chandler, an extremely talented ephemeral-energy para-resonator who, it was said, could untangle any illusion trap that had ever been discovered.

From his secret headquarters somewhere in the complex of tunnels beneath Old Frequency City, Vance had drawn up detailed plans of conquest. His strategy had worked well at first because the colonial cities had never established standing armies. There had been no need for a military on Harmony. All of the city-states had been closely connected and had cooperated from the start in the effort to survive.

There were also no large arsenals on Harmony. The high-tech hunting rifles and handguns that had been brought from Earth by some of the colonists had ceased to function after the first few years because there had been no way to maintain them or reproduce the ammunition. In Vance's era there were only a couple of small, privately owned munitions manufacturing firms turning out revolvers and some rifles for the use of the cities' police departments and for farmers and hunters. The weapons were notoriously unreliable because the technique of making an amber-resonating trigger had not yet been perfected. In any event, none of those firms had possessed the capability of supplying arms in large numbers to Vance's recruits, even if they could have been made to do so.

But Harmony had provided its own weaponry: the dangerous and powerful energy ghosts in the catacombs.

Vance had fought a guerilla war in the maze of tunnels beneath the city-states. His hunters had summoned and manipulated great numbers of powerful energy ghosts. His tanglers had cleared the traps out of miles of un-charted underground corridors, enabling Vance's forces to strike swiftly and then disappear into the catacombs.

In a series of fast strikes, Vance's army produced early, devastating results. Old Frequency had fallen within days. Old Crystal had followed less than a month later. But the hunters in the two cities had put up more of a fight than Vance had expected and in doing so they had bought valuable time for Old Resonance and Old Cadence.

Under the leadership of a powerful hunter named Jerrett Knox, whose arcane, scholarly hobby happened to be the study of the history of ancient warfare on Earth, Resonance and Cadence had quickly brought their hunters together. The Guilds had been established to organize the fighting forces.

Knox had proved to be a gifted leader and a shrewd tactician. He also knew the catacombs extraordinarily well because he had spent years mapping them.

It had taken nearly a year to defeat Vance and his followers but in the end his minions had been crushed. After the final battle of Old Cadence, Vincent Lee Vance and his tangler-lover, Helen Chandler, had fled into an uncharted sector underground. They had vanished somewhere in the miles of unmapped catacombs, never to be heard from again.

"I've seen some accidents while working underground but I've never known a hunter to try to use a ghost to stop bleeding," Lydia said.

"It's an old-fashioned, low-tech procedure that is almost never needed these days," Emmett explained patiently. "Underground emergency teams carry modern medical kits that contain safer, more efficient equipment."

"But the Guilds still teach the old methods?"

"They teach them," Emmett said deliberately. "But not every hunter can make them work. Manipulating small ghosts that precisely is tricky."