Authors: Timothy Zahn
Triplet
Timothy Zahn
For Dan and Kathy,
and Don and Kathe:
who, in their own individual ways,
have scotched the rumor that writing is by necessity a lonely occupation.
Prologue
T
HE WORLD WAS A
mass of garish color, surrounding him like splotches of light thrown into a whirlpool. The faint background haze of plant life, the brighter and more localized bits that were animals and insects, the almost painful shining that bespoke a member of humankindâit was a far cry from the grays and blacks of his proper abode.
Astaroth hated it all.
He hated the humans most, of course, but none of it totally escaped his resentment. Not even the plant life, for useless and innocent it might be by itself, without it none of the rest could exist ⦠and then the demon's own kind would not be in such a hateful position. Mortal life was both the enemy and the prize in this war, and the resulting combination of lust and fury was often almost more than he could bear. So incredibly frail and foolish, it was incredible that humankind could be at the same time so impossibly strong. The demon didn't understand itânone of the Powers truly understood itâand the frustration of that paradox merely added to his determination to destroy it all.
A human-shine swept past the spot where the demon floated curled about himself, and he winced. But it was not the one, and it passed by unawares. Still, it would not be long before the one would return and question him, and the demon knew it was time to prepare himself for that contact. To conceal his hatred and smoldering anger of the human and his species. To present himself as a willing and trustworthy servant, eager to do the foolish human's bidding. To hide the truth of which of them was truly the master here.
It was a role Astaroth detested, a role most of his race would never have accepted and put up with. But he had more patience than they did; or perhaps he saw the potential of the situation more clearly. Soon, he knew, all of this pain and bitter humiliation would be turned back onto humankind and repaid a thousand times over.
Very soon.
T
HE HOUSECOMP'S TRIFLING WAS
quiet but persistent, and the machine itself of course had infinite patience ⦠and eventually Danae mal ce Taeger dragged herself out of her leaden sleep to answer it. “Yes, Rax, what is it?” she mumbled.
“You had a call this morning from Dean Hsiu, Danae,” the housecomp's soft voice said. “I'm sorry to wake you, but he asked for you to call him back by eleven at the latest.”
Danae forced her eyes open enough to focus on the holoclock at her side of the floatbed. Five minutes till. “Did he say what he wanted?” she sighed, shifting tired muscles under the sheet and cautioning a suddenly rebellious stomach.
“No, but from his tone I would say he was pleased about something.”
“With Dean Hsiu that could mean practically anything,” she said dryly, sitting up and scratching vigorously at her hair. A belated glance beside her ⦠but Pirro wasn't lying there trying to sleep through the conversation. In fact, from the looks of it, he hadn't come to bed at all. “Pirro up and gone already?” she asked with forced casualness, sliding off onto the floor and padding to her closet for a robe.
“I believe he left the house shortly after you went to bed last night,” Rax answered.
“This morning, you mean.” Danae glared back at the bed. For a moment she was tempted to search Pirro's half of the closet, to see whether he'd left in his work clothes or had simply gone off in search of another party after theirs folded up. But Dean Hsiu was waiting ⦠and checking up on Pirro was a waste of effort, anyway. She'd known for a long time now that this one was over and done with. “Code out Dean Hsiu for me, will you, Rax?” she sighed.
She was seated at the phone by the time the older man's holoimage appeared in front of her. “AhâMs. Panya,” Hsiu beamed. “Thank you for returning my call. I hope I didn't disturb you?”
“Not at all, sir,” Danae told him. “I'm afraid I was helping some friends celebrate their graduate assignments last night and it got a bit late.”
“Well, you'll just have to call them all back tonight to return the favor,” the other smiled. “Your own assignment request has just come back inâ” he paused dramaticallyâ“marked
approved.
”
Danae felt her mouth fall open. “You mean ⦠Triplet?”
“Triplet it is,” Hsiu nodded. “Threshold, Shamsheer, and Karyxâyou've been approved for all three worlds. And to the best of my knowledge this is the first time anyone from Autaris has been so honored. My heartiest congratulations to you.”
Danae started to breathe again. “Thank you, sir. It's ⦠a lot more than I expected myself.”
“Yes, I can tell,” the other said, a twinkle in his eye. “But you've got a lot of work ahead of you, so get your heart restarted and get to it. First of all, you'll need to get a full high-retention mnemonic treatment; after that'll come a three-week language course. Thenâlet's seeâthen you'll have another three-weeker on the cultures of Shamsheer and Karyx; and finally, there'll be a lab on voice commands and the more common spells.”
“Yes. Right. Uh, was there anything about the Courier I asked for?”
“Courier? I didn't realize you'd made a specific request ⦔ Hsiu peered somewhere off-camera. “Oh, yes, here it is. Most experienced Courier ⦠name given here is Ravagin.”
“Am I getting him?”
Hsiu frowned slightly. “It's a little hard to tell from the wording ⦠but it looks like if he agrees to it Triplet Control itself is willing. He a friend of yours?”
“Never met him. But getting the most experienced Courier is important to the project proposal I made.”
“Ah.” Hsiu shrugged, apparently dismissing it as none of his business. “Well, anyway, I've already begun making the arrangements with the various departments involved. Why don't you check back with my office tomorrow for the final schedule?”
Danae's jaw clenched momentarily; but there was nothing of her father's casual arrogance in either Hsiu's face or voice.
He's just trying to help,
she told herself, sitting hard on the automatic rebellion the other had inadvertently triggered. Not
trying to take over; not treating me like a child who can't handle her own life. Just offering assistance and common courtesy.
It helped a little. “That would be fine, sir,” she told him, managing to keep her voice civil. “Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule.”
“Oh, no problem at all, Ms. Panya. Well, I'll let you go now. Once again, congratulations.”
“Thank you, Dean Hsiu.”
Hsiu's image smiled and vanished. Danae leaned back in her chair, eyes gazing unseeingly around the room as she tried to absorb the magnitude of her triumph. Permits to visit either of the Hidden Worlds of Triplet were as scarce as honest men ⦠and or herâfor
her
âto actually have been awarded one of them wasâ
Was suspicious in the extreme.
She bit at her lip, the glow within her fading before the sudden doubt. If he had traced her hereâand if he had, he would certainly have learned of her application to Triplet. â¦
All right, Danaeâstop emoting and think.
She'd sent in the application ⦠when? Three months ago? About that. Okay: one-way spaceflight to Triplet would have been perhaps a week; evaluation would have included a check with Earth's master records for possible psychological, political, or legal problems. Another four to five weeks' round trip for that one, with handling and all; and of course at the very end there would be another week to get the approval back here to Autaris. Which left ⦠six or seven weeks at the most. Six weeks for them to shuffle her application out of the sacks and sacks of similar requests; to study it, evaluate it, pass it around to everyone in sight and up the decision-making hierarchy, and to approve it.
No way. There was simply no way.
“Damn,” she said, very quietly. “Damn.
Damn!
”
“Danae, are you all right?”
“No, Rax, I am
not
all right,” she snarled. “Where is he?”
“Pirro? I believeâ”
“The hell with Pirro. I mean Hart. Where is he?”
There was a slight pause. “I don't believe I know anyone by that name.”
“Check again,” she snapped. “He's here somewhereânext door, down the street, maybe under a rock in the yard.” Abruptly, she raised her voice. “Hart? I know you can hear me, you bastard. Get your butt in here, now. You hear me?
Now.
”
There was no answer ⦠but she hadn't really expected one. Tightening her robe sash savagely, she stomped out of the room and downstairs to the foyer. There she waited, glaring at the front door.
There was a gentle, almost diffident rap on the steel-core wood. “Come in,” Danae gritted, making no move to unlock it. A short pause ⦠and with a click the electronic lock disengaged and the door swung open. A medium-nondescript man stepped quietly into the foyer, slipping a small electronic scrambler back into his pocket.
For a moment they just eyed each other in silence. Then Danae took a deep breath. “You did it, didn't you,” she said. “You got me that slot on Triplet. You and Daddy Dear and a hell of a lot of money.”
Hart shrugged fractionally. “I only make reports,” he told her. “What your father does with the information I couldn't say.”
“Sure.” She closed her eyes briefly, all her earlier excitement turning to ashes in her mouth. “What if I turn it down? I can do that, you know. What would Daddy Dear do to you if he knew I'd caught on to you and his little interference-running?”
“My job isn't to stay hidden forever, Ms. mal ce Taeger. You're far too intelligent for that, and your father knows it. I'm here to guard you. That's all.”
“And to help him interfere with every aspect of my life he can get his hands on. Right?”
Hart didn't answer. “How long have you been on to me?” Danae asked, for lack of anything better to say.
“Almost since you started at the university,” Hart answered. “The âDanae Panya' cover was one of your more transparent ones.” He cocked a speculative eyebrow. “Almost as if you knew you'd never get to Triplet without some help.”
She very nearly spat in his face for that one. What stopped her was the gnawing suspicion that he might just be right. “You think that, do you?” she snarled at him instead. “You think all this is just Daddy Dear's little girl nibbling on both ends of the pie? Trying to have things both ways?”