She smiled wanly. “That’s about it. I’m a little surprised at how you’re taking it all, though. Don’t you go along with her that it’s the divine will?”
He snorted. “Divine willhell! I already figured that any goddess that would do this mean thing to nice people like you and Lani wasn’t much worth a damn. It ain’t fair, that’s all, and who wants a bunch of gods who ain’t fair?”
She almost kissed and hugged him for that, but kept still. Eventually he told her of his own experiences, of getting the knockout drinks at the bar and waking up in the youth hostel, trying to see Lani, and being told she wasn’t there. He’d become something of a wild man at that, realizing that she’d been abducted and blaming himself for SOUL RIDER: SPIRITS OF FLUX AND ANCHOR 71
it. He’d stormed back to the bar looking for the guy who’d done it and, when he couldn’t find him, he’d started tearing the bar apart. In the end, the cops came and arrested him and had refused to listen to his protests about Lani. A cop did take his statement, when he’d calmed down enough to give one, and promised to check for the missing girl, but they’d left him locked up.
Finally a magistrate, who was, of course, a Temple priestess, had heard his case, but refused to even allow any testimony on Lani’s disappearance.
She told him there was no excuse for such misbehavior, that there were proper channels if he had a problem, and she sentenced him to remain in jail until Paring Rite, which he had.
“I kind of figured my number was up then, and Lani’s too,” he told her. “I mean, when that bitch of a judge wouldn’t even listen about a kidnapping
hell, I smelled rotten meat. Then, when I was called so quickly, that just cinched it.”
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“Huh? What’s funny?”
“Well, here we are, all naked and all, with a bunch of guys and girls, and nobody’s the least bit turned on, if you know what I mean-1 mean, if you can’t be bad now, when can you?”
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be, and their sexual arousal would be impossible to hide.
“It must be those shots they gave us,” she decided.
“I guess one of them just, well, turned us all off.”
Dar sighed. “Yeah. It ain’t enough to make us bald and dye us purple. They got to make us mules, too.” He looked at her. “Too bad, too. I got to admit, Cass, I never much thought of you except as one of the boys, but, like this, well. you’re kind’a cute. Ain’t no mistaking you for a boy, anyway.”
She grinned broadly, leaned over, and kissed him gently on the cheek. “That’s the nicest thing any boy’s ever said to me. I appreciate it, Dar. I really do.”
“Yeah, too bad. The mind’s willin’ but the motor just won’t start.” They sat there a while longer, and eventually several others recognized them and came over and joined them. They were a mixed lot from the riding, and also somewhat mixed in their reactions to all this. Cass was surprised to find how few were deep-down religious about it all. It’s easy to see someone else get picked for sin, but pretty tough to get picked for it yourself when others whom you know are far worse than you were freed to live normal lives. Not that there weren’t a few wail-and-doom fanatics, but not many.
Some friends, old and new, banded together with them for at least a brief association. There were Suzl and Nadya, two girls who crushed Cassie’s old beliefor hopethat the pretty and sexy ones would be nothing without hairdos, makeup, and careful dressing, and Canty and Ivon, one a short, squat boy with a mischievous streak, the other built like a bull. Ivon, the big, muscular one, was pretty bright, but he had both a temper and an Page 46
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did,” Ivon grumped. “Shaved, sexless, and branded.
I suppose a halter’s next.”
The shots seemed to have affected them all more than they’d expected. “I was in the middle of my period yesterday,” Suzl noted. “Nownothing. I wonder what else those shots did? I wonder if it’s permanent?” That last was the unspoken primary fear of all of them.
Cassie reassured them at least that there was evidence of civilization in the Flux, between the Anchors and having trade with them. What sort of civilization could exist there none of them could imagine, and Cassie decided it was better not to mention the place that wanted perfect specimens for experimental purposes. What they had now was bad enough
They were fed at intervals, again in small groups, and there was some variety despite the basic lack of quality in the food. Two of the three missing ones also arrived during that period, both girls who said that they had been hustled away by parents or other relatives and had just bought a little more time. They had paid for that time, though, and dearly. Every hair on their bodies had been removed, and not by machine, eithereven their eyebrowsand they had been tattooed by hand, without anesthetic, not merely with the number on their rump in the standard purple but all over in various colors. They had been tied down and anybody who was around was given a needle and told to write or draw something. From the looks of them there had been an awful lot of people around, and most had cruel or obscene minds.
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Her church. It’d taken seven wardens to subdue her, and in the process they’d beaten her to death.
Talk was she’d taken several in church robes with her to the next incarnation. They didn’t know her name, but she became something of an instant hero to the group in the gym.
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diers of the border guard, looking tough and nasty.
The group was formed up into its now standard rows, and an officer of the guard stepped forward with a list.
“When I call your name, you will step forward and form a new set of ranks to my left,” he instructed them- “Failure to move immediately or not carry out any and all orders any member of the Guard may give you without question will result in you experiencing more pain than you have ever felt in your lives. There will be no talking or whispering or gesturing of any sort. I don’t care if you have to shitdo it in line. Now, listen and move when I call your name.”
Fifty-two names were called out, slightly more boys than girls, which left Cassie’s group with a decided female numerical superiority. Whether by chance or what, Dar, Ivon, Suzl, and Nadya all remained with Cassie’s group, although Canty and several other friends were split.
Now the roll was called for the remaining people, just to make sure that everybody was in fact in the correct group, and both were formed up into regular rows, four across for the smaller group, with one straggler in the odd-numbered other group.
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metal from the doorway, and everyone in both groups stiffened.
The guards were quite efficient. First wornlooking collars of some cheap metal were placed around their necks, then tough rope of some unnatural-looking but extremely tough white material was passed through rings on either side of the collar until they were all linked together. More of the rope was then passed through other collar loops right to left, so that they were linked and secured in a cross-hatched pattern. Some adjustments were made for height, but not a lot of attention was paid to niceties that might make things more reasonable or comfortable-Now waistbands of similar metal were brought out and more of the strange rope was used to have them affix the waistbands as the neckbands were.
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pace of the sergeant of the guard. You will move when we tell you, stop instantly if commanded to do so. Now, let’s practice.”
Cassie was unprepared for the wrenching motion that twisted her around as they began, and there were many people stumbling and falling.
The officer and sergeant yelled and screamed and cursed and made all sorts of comments, yet seemed to have almost infinite patience and selfassurance that, sooner or later, they would get it down pat.
They did not. Finally, the officer sighed, and brought out a chest of leg manacles. These, however, were not strung together with rope but with rigid telescoping rods that could be adjusted, then locked into position.
Again they practiced, and this time the rods, running only front to back on both legs, acted like pistons. When those in front moved their left legs forward, those farther back had no choice but to do the same. For most it was a terribly unnatural gait, but after what seemed like hours of marching they managed some semblance of order. At least nobody was likely to fall down.
The rods could be twisted to telescope, revealing a ball joint that allowed them to sit, so long as they just about hugged their knees, and it was only after a number of perfect marches that they were allowed the luxury. By the end of the day they ached all over, yet they were never released and, in fact, were fed in linesome sort of tasteless meat cake, a small stale loaf of bread, and some fruit juice. That last was the most welcome, and they downed it eagerly.
It contained, of course, more of the previous day’s hypnotic drug, as many, including Cassie, had suspected, but none of them cared. The thirst could not be denied, and at least the stuff made all the aches and pains seem to disappear.
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rapidly, ordering them to their feet and affixing the rods in place once again. Again they marched, but this time corrective measures were easily implemented. To Cassie, as to them all, the most important thing in the world, the only thing that mattered, was keeping a perfect pace with the ropes taut.
And, with that, the large doors to the gym were opened, and both groups were marched out, down a corridor, and out through a delivery entrance into the back of Temple Square.
The chill was still in the air, and there was a light, misty rain. It had obviously rained far harder in the hour or two preceding their exit, for it was quite wet. Night had fallen, but police were posted at all intersections to block off the curious as the sad marchers passed. Once out of the city the roads were unpaved, and the rain had turned them into a sea of thick, gooey mud, although the type of dirt used and the stone mixture in it did not make it particularly slippery, only messy.
The sergeant of the guard knew his stuff, and kept the pace exactly right, also sensing what they could notwhen they had to breakand halting them at regular intervals. Each time they were given cups of juice that contained drug boosters.
Finally, near dawn, they were marched into a field guarded from view on all sides by thick trees and halted, fed, and given a different drink. Within minutes of finishing, all had lapsed into the deepest sleep they had ever known.
They slept through the day, but when they awakened near dark they were all so wracked with tremendous pains through their bodies that they almost fought to drink the hypnotic that would take that pain away, and the pattern repeated.
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materialize around accidents, and thanks to the drugs and the preset pace one time seemed to merge into another, until they had completely lost track of how long they had been marching. It was certain, though, that the distance was over a hundred kilometers from the capital to the west gate, and their pace was quite deliberate but slow. In a sense the entire period seemed like some sort of hazy nightmare in which there was only the clanking, the occasional chanting and commands of the guards, and the single set of purposes. Keep the ropes taut. Keep the pace exactly….
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The most curious thing, for those able to think about it at all, was that, after a while, they awoke with less and less pain and linked up and marched with perfect adjustment without being told.
And then, late one night, they reached the west gate, the high fortified wall stretching out into the darkness on both sides of them, its inner guard walkway illuminated by torches every few meters.
The whole structure, including the gate structure itself, was made of solid stone. The wall was four meters thick, with a stone guard station every fifty meters around the entirety of the Anchor. The gate added another three meters on each side, and had a headquarters building on top. The inner gates were of solid steel, a third of a meter thick themselves, and it took an entire team of mules just to turn the mechanism to open or close them. Inside was a passage called, with good reason, the Deathway: a stone opening through the wall that had its own small openings from which guards could not only monitor anyone and anything inside but fire upon it as well.
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were on a clever mechanism that had the outer gates always open if the inner ones were closed and vice-versa. It was said that vats of boiling hot oil could be unleashed in the Deathway with the same ease as dropping the portcullis.
The officer and sergeant of the guard halted them, then rode forward to the gate itself. There they were met by other uniformed border guards and there was a long conversation. Then there were some shouts, men ran one way or another, then a single shouted signal, and, slowly, the massive closed gates began to open.
It was a dramatic event in and of itself, but as they opened more and more a figure was revealed framed between them. It was the stringer Matson, on his white horse, idly smoking a cigar.
As soon as there was clearance he eased his mount slowly forward, then approached the sadlooking column, stopping here and there but taking a ride completely around the group. He mumbled something to himself and then rode back over to the guards watching him.
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for you on the juice, I ain’t too particular about anything except gettin’ rid of ‘em. You don’t like their condition, you take the next batch out from the city.”
Matson snorted. “That ain’t my responsibility,”
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“Meekest group in years,” the officer told him.
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‘Cept in the head,” he added.
Matson nodded, a sour expression on his face.
“Okay, then, get those damned rods off and remove the strings. I can’t take ‘em through all at once, you know.”
“You got to sign for them first,” the officer reminded him. An orderly who had been standing nearby brought up a clipboard with pen attached.
Matson took it and looked over the forms carefully.
They matched the ones he was carrying in his head.
“All present, if you want to count ‘em,” the officer assured him.
“I already have counted them, and checked their general condition,” the stringer replied curtly. He scribbled a signature on the sheet. “All rightlet’s get ‘em over to my side.”
It was a strange experience to have the leggings and ropes removed. It had been such a seemingly endless time with them that their removal seemed almost an unnatural, out-of-balance thing to the exiles. The drug used, which was occasionally used for religious indoctrinations and retreats by the church and by guards in basic training, was quite a powerful conditioner. Highly repetitive actions performed over a sustained period were reinforced a hundredfold or more each time, and they had been almost continuously under for more than ten days. The officer was not exaggeratingfreed of all linkages, they all still stood as if bound, and guards had to actually restrain the rear part of the party to keep it from following the first group through the gates and in the Deathway.
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effectively reassemble them on the other side. The inner gate slowly closed, and, as it did, the outer gate opened to reveal a large, brightly lit tent city crowded with strange and misshapen creatures.
This area, technically referred to as the Anchor apron, was as close as most from the Flux were ever allowed into Anchor. Beyond the apron, barely visible in the darkness and reflecting none of the light from wall or apron, was the Flux itself.
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It really wasn’t until they had been fed, bedded down, and slept for some time that their senses started to return to them. Cassie awoke with a strangely disoriented feeling, not quite understanding where she was or what had happened. Opening her eyes and looking around only helped slightly, for the sights of the tent city and its milling throngs of very strange human beings and very scruffy animals did little to orient her or the others.