The two women stayed in the makeshift laboratory for two days. Above them in the town, battles were fought street by street, building by building. People died, though not so many as had at first been feared. There were allies no one could see. There were fighters no one could look at. Hippae were found dead, and no one remembered killing them. Then, too, since the Hierarch was not awake to countermand the Seraph’s orders, troopers came down on the shuttle, a few at a time, to take over segments of Commons and man a slowly expanding perimeter. Demolition teams found the tunnels beneath the swamp forest and collapsed them into sodden ruin. No more Hippae came through. Those already inside hid, chameleonlike, to come screaming out of alleys, shrieking along walls. Sharing this much of the foxen invisibility, they found their way into houses and shops. Death came to Commons, death and blood and pain, but slow victory came also.
Roald Few missed death by inches, saved by something he could not describe. One of his sons died. Many of his friends were dead, or missing. A morgue was set up in the winter quarters. The first body there was Sylvan bon Damfels’ His was joined by a hundred others. In death he became what he could not manage in life, one with the Commons.
One by one the remaining Hippae were found and killed. Many were still hiding in the edges of the forest. Troopers ringed that perimeter, their heat-seeking weapons set on automatic fire. Within the trees, other beings found the Hippae, and none came out onto Commons ground again.
Toward the end of the battle, Favel Cobham climbed back down the chutes and restored power to the Port Hotel before going out to join his fellows. He had not been ordered to stop guarding the Yrariers, but neither had he been told to continue,
Rigo came out of the hotel later, when he saw the last of the troopers straggling back toward the port, and made his way toward the gate. In the port area, the men were already burying their dead and readying for departure.
“Going already?” Rigo asked a gray-haired Cherub with a wrinkled, cynical face.
“Lord and Master woke up and found out what happened to his tame scientists,” the Cherub replied. “Found out what happened to the town, too. I guess he figures he might get gobbled up by something if we stay.”
Rigo went on into Commons to ask if anyone had seen his wife. He was told to look where everyone was looking for missing kinsmen, in the morgue. He found her there, standing by Sylvan’s body.
“Rowena asked me to come and arrange burial,” she said. “She wants him to be buried out there, where Klive used to be.”
“Wouldn’t you have come anyhow?” he asked. “Didn’t you care for him? Weren’t you in love with him?” It was not what he had planned to say. He and Father Sandoval had agreed that recriminations were not appropriate. He had expected to find Marjorie’s body and grieve over it. Thwarted of grief, thwarted of good intentions, this other emotion had happened.
She chose not to answer his question. Instead, she said. “Sebastian is dead too, Rigo. Kinny lost one of her children. Persun Pollut was almost killed. His arm is terribly hurt. He may never carve again.” He was shamed into silence, and angered for being shamed. She walked toward the door, he following. “I’ve been working with Lees Bergrem,” she said, looking around to be sure she was not overheard “She thinks we’ve found a cure. She already had some of the pieces. It can’t be tested here on Grass. She’s sent word to Semling. They can manufacture the cure, get some victims together, and test it.”
“Manufacture?” he asked her, disbelieving. “Some kind of vaccine?” She nodded, coming close to him, actually hugging him, an awkward, one-armed embrace, tears on her face. “Not a vaccine at all. Oh, Rigo, I really think we’ve found the answer”
He reached for her, but she had already turned away. She would not say anything more until the people in Semling had received everything Lees Bergrem could send them. “Wait,” she said to Rigo and Roald and Kinny. “Don’t say anything to anyone until the word comes back. Don’t get people’s hopes up until we know for sure.”