Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5 : Средь звезд, подобно гигантам.(ЛП)

A piece at a time, Yedor was transforming before his eyes — growing, becoming new, becoming alive. The fields outside the city were becoming greener, the stones and the crystals slowly starting to shine. The lake was still dirty and thick with silt. The sky was still dark and heavy. The signs of the devastation of this world were still there, but they were less now.

One day, he hoped, no one would ever be able to tell what had happened. There would be no sign remaining, no hint of the bloodshed humanity was capable of.

Corwin sat silently on the banks of Turon'val'na lenn-veni, looking out across the lake. The Minbari had accepted him now, or most of them at any rate. He was even able to speak with them, and laugh and joke. But none of them were his friends.

Except perhaps one.

He heard the soft footsteps that signalled Kats' arrival. He turned to greet the little worker. As always, she was wearing a simple robe of plain white, her only ornamentation the plain necklace that hung around her neck.

"Satai," he said, nodding his head.

"David," she replied. He had insisted she use his first name. He had no title any more, and heaven hope, he never would again.

"It must have been breathtaking," he said, gesturing across the lake.

"It was," she replied, sitting beside him. "My father brought me here when I was young. He believed all the beauties of our people were embodied in every single drop of water."

"And it now symbolises the destruction of your world."

Her hand brushed his and she looked at him sharply. "You are not to blame," she said, firmly. "We have talked about it. Your world is an airless ball of rock. Ours still lives, and you work hard every day to make it live a little more. I have forgiven you for whatever sins you think you may have committed against me, but you will have to forgive yourself, and you are doing that, a little more every day."

He nodded. "There aren't any dreams any more. At least, not many."

"That is good. Can you accept what your past has brought you? Mary, Carolyn, Susan, John Sheridan — can you think about all those names now and feel no guilt?"

"A little, but that is all. Is it so wrong, anyway, to be bound by the past?"

"Wrong?" Her hand slid from his and gently brushed her necklace. "No, it is not wrong, but we must remember the good things and learn from the bad and then.... Ah, but I am lecturing you, and poorly as well. In truth, I came here to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"I have been asked by the rest of the Grey Council to visit Babylon Five soon. They would like one of us to observe things there, at the heart of the Alliance. It is time for us to look outwards again, now that we have repaired much of the damage that was within. We will need a permanent voice in the Alliance Council, and it will be good to speak with the other races in the Alliance. We have been isolated since the war ended, bound up with repairing and undoing. it is.... not good to be too isolated.

"Would you come with me?"

"What?" He started, having been momentarily lost in the melody of her voice. "I.... I am happy here."

"I do not doubt it, but you do not belong here. I do not mean in that you are an alien, but that you are not a man destined to spend the rest of his days farming or building. You are meant for more than that."

"I've seen more than that, Satai. I've seen great things. I've been at the summit of the galaxy, and do you know what happens up there? Everyone dies. At the top all you can see is chess pieces. You move them around and you sacrifice a city here and a world there, all for the greater good, and you don't see who these people are, or what that city meant to them."

"I know. You are talking to a leader, remember. But the important thing, the vital thing, is that every leader remembers that. There can be no harm in someone like yourself standing in the ?chelons of power, someone who knows what it is to be.... at the bottom."

"I don't want to go back."

"I know, and I will not force you. I am not talking about anything permanent, either. I cannot stay on Babylon Five forever. I have too many duties here. A visit, only.

"It is just that.... I have a feeling that you belong somewhere, and we are keeping you away from it. We are depriving the galaxy of the good you could do on a larger scale, by keeping you here, doing good on a small scale."

"I choose to be here."

"And yet, we do not try to persuade you to go. Think about what I am saying, that is all I can ask. My husband stood where you are now. Once he wielded power, and stood at the right hand of those in power, but he was never happier than where you are now.

"I never told him this, but I wished he had chosen differently. He was a man who could have done so much more than he did. I kept promising myself that I would talk to him later, that I would allow him a time of peace for now and return him to power later, but.... I would not have the galaxy deprived of your potential as it was deprived of his."

"Your husband must have been a great man."

She smiled slightly. "Yes. Yes, he was."

"I'll think about it. Is that all right?"

Her smile grew wider. "That is all I can ask."

"I have been.... thinking a lot.... I think you have blinded me, Da'Kal.

"You took my eye from me in a gesture of anger and fury, and yet....

"I think I see far better now than ever before.

"Thank you for that, Da'Kal."

Da'Kal shifted in the corner of the room. "Are you talking to me?" she asked. "Or yourself?"

G'Kar strained his head to look up. Everything was blurred and shifting, a melting sculpture of ice and colour. "I do not know," he whispered. "Perhaps both. Is that truly you, or merely another image from my past?"

"Our satellites have seen something approaching," she said flatly. "Our hyperspace beacons have been destroyed, but the last images they sent.... It is massive, a shadow across the stars. There is a fleet, but it is accompanying something far bigger."

"They come.... as I said they would."

"Our off-world communications have been disabled. On-world, power is starting to fail. People are growing scared. They run outside, looking up at the sky, looking for the Centauri.

"I promised myself that my people would never have to be afraid of the skies ever again. You have made me a liar, G'Kar."

"You have.... brought this upon yourself, Da'Kal. Upon all the innocents who will die. The Inquisitors cannot be reasoned with, or bargained with, or bribed."

"G'Kar, listen to me! I know about the Inquisitors. I have seen them moving on Centauri Prime, and the Drazi worlds and elsewhere. These are not the Inquisitors."

G'Kar looked at her, straining his vision. At first she was merely an outline, but then she grew clearer, more distinct, more.... alive.

"Help me, Da'Kal."

"G'Kar, you...."

"I am Narn! This is my home. These are my people. I hate what we have become, what you have made us, but I will not stand by and let us fall. Help me up, Da'Kal."

"Then you will fight them?"

"I will...." He hesitated, remembering a younger man, a man who had screamed defiance at the heavens, a man who had sworn that he would walk where he wished and live as he desired.

"I will do what must be done."

She smiled. "Now there is the man I loved. Take my hand."