"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Sister Audry replied in her strangely accented English.

"Of course you do," Adar remonstrated gently. "I consider you a personal friend, and I thought we had an understanding. You a.s.sured me you would do nothing to undermine the solidity of the Alliance during this time of trial."

"I have not!" Sister Audry declared. She sighed. "My order is not given to radicalism. It is not even much given to aggressive evangelism. I come from a place that was mostly Mohammadan, after all. Immoderation of speech is not our . . . my my way, except when it pertains to intellectual works and teaching." way, except when it pertains to intellectual works and teaching."

"And yet your 'teachings' have gained a number of converts to your faith," Adar stated as fact. "Ordinarily, I would not concern myself. I cannot dictate faith . . . and I find myself curiously drawn to some of what you say myself. Much requires reconciliation, but it was my understanding that you you understood our position and would allow me time to consider the merits of our . . . discussions, and decide how best to proceed with that reconciliation. These converts of yours have begun to be noticed, performing unusual rites. Rites that might be misunderstood. That which is strange and poorly understood can bring persecution and factionalism." understood our position and would allow me time to consider the merits of our . . . discussions, and decide how best to proceed with that reconciliation. These converts of yours have begun to be noticed, performing unusual rites. Rites that might be misunderstood. That which is strange and poorly understood can bring persecution and factionalism."

"It has not been my intention to abuse your trust, Mr. Chairman. I do what I may for the good of the people and you have my ungrudging obedience. But when people ask ask about the true faith, I must tell them. I cannot about the true faith, I must tell them. I cannot lie lie!"

"But there we have our difficulty." Adar drummed his fingers on the wooden tabletop. "Here in Baalkpan we have our own 'true faith.' It may be observed in different ways, but its basic tenets are a source of unity. You preach an entirely different true faith, and that creates doubt and possibly disunity. At this critical time, I fear your revelations."

"What if it's not really a different true faith," Sandra said slowly. "I'm not Catholic. I was raised Presbyterian, but Sister Audry believes much the same as I do. Only the practices are essentially different. Even among your people, there's a single Maker of All Things. I know many of your people believe He is personified by the Sun, and I guess that's understandable. First, there was apparently some misunderstanding pa.s.sed down from the original tail-less ones, in which your people interpreted the 'Son' to mean the 'Sun.' " Also, even among my people, the sun-as the most impressive object in the heavens and the most obvious life-giving object visible above all things-is often venerated as the embodiment of the Maker. But generally, we believe the Maker, or G.o.d, is all-powerful, and as such, He made the sun as well. Why would that concept be so difficult for your people to grasp?"

"Yeah," said Spanky, rousing slightly. "As I said, I'm a little backslid, but I always figured if G.o.d wanted wanted to be the sun for a while, n.o.body's going to tell Him He can't. Basically, we're talking a G.o.d with even greater powers than some of your folks have ever given him credit for. I like to think, if we can keep Him on our side in this war, the bigger and more powerful He is, the better. Think about it like this: if Sister Audry's right about her interpretation of this probably same Maker of All Things, maybe you shouldn't alienate Him by making her shut her trap. Maybe you should think more, not less, about incorporating her teachings and reconciling things to be the sun for a while, n.o.body's going to tell Him He can't. Basically, we're talking a G.o.d with even greater powers than some of your folks have ever given him credit for. I like to think, if we can keep Him on our side in this war, the bigger and more powerful He is, the better. Think about it like this: if Sister Audry's right about her interpretation of this probably same Maker of All Things, maybe you shouldn't alienate Him by making her shut her trap. Maybe you should think more, not less, about incorporating her teachings and reconciling things now now before He throws up his hands and leaves us on our own." before He throws up his hands and leaves us on our own."

"Cover all our bases, is that what you mean?" demanded Letts.

Spanky shrugged. "Why not? No atheists in trenches-or engine rooms-when somebody's trying to shoot holes in them. What are you all worked up about, anyway?"

"I was always kind of a Mormon," Letts confessed.

"Jeez!"

"See what I mean?"

"What?"

Courtney finished his beer and belched politely. "The problem, Mr. McFarlane, is that there are at least as many different versions of Christianity as there are versions of the various Lemurian faiths. I won't even go into Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism. . . ." He shook his head. "For Catholicism to be the sole representative of human religion on this world might cause some dissent from our very own human ranks!"

Sister Audry glared at Courtney. "I'm sure I don't understand why you you are even are even here here, Mr. Bradford! I gather you are a Darwinist, and little I can imagine could be more corrosive to spiritual unity than the teachings you espouse-that you regularly, openly engage engage in!" in!"

Courtney goggled at the nun. The sudden attack against him came as a complete surprise. He'd expected to have little partic.i.p.ation in the discussion-thus the beer-and had accepted the invitation more out of curiosity than any other reason. He had to remind himself that Sister Audry really didn't know him well. "My dear sister," he began, imposing a moderate tone. "I am a Darwinist, as you put it, through evidentiary discovery and understanding, not not faith. In faith, I do not recognize even you as my superior!" He glanced at Adar and raised a brow. "One of the discoveries, or rather rediscoveries, I've made since coming to your world is that I too am quite the Christian!" faith. In faith, I do not recognize even you as my superior!" He glanced at Adar and raised a brow. "One of the discoveries, or rather rediscoveries, I've made since coming to your world is that I too am quite the Christian!"

"How utterly preposterous!" scoffed the nun. "How can one possibly be both an evolutionist and a Christian?"

"Quite comfortably and compatibly, I a.s.sure you," Courtney said. "In fact, I invariably find the one position complements the other! Even before I came to this fascinating world, I witnessed-witnessed, my dear-the endless, unstoppable force of evolution at work on a daily basis. In all of that, I saw the direction of the very hand of G.o.d"-he glanced at Adar again-"or the Maker of All Things." He looked back at Sister Audry. "How do you you define evolution? I define it as physical and behavioral adaptation to any given species' environment or situation. Behavior can adapt quite rapidly. You have adapted somewhat to your circ.u.mstances here, have you not? Physical adaptations take more time, and there, I think-if you'll pardon the expression-is the rub between us. Particularly in respect to how those physical adaptations may have been manifested in humanity." define evolution? I define it as physical and behavioral adaptation to any given species' environment or situation. Behavior can adapt quite rapidly. You have adapted somewhat to your circ.u.mstances here, have you not? Physical adaptations take more time, and there, I think-if you'll pardon the expression-is the rub between us. Particularly in respect to how those physical adaptations may have been manifested in humanity."

Sister Audry jerked a nod, and Courtney drew himself up on his cushion. "Personally, I do not believe I am evolved from an ape, although I am relatively certain my ex-wife's father was. Such a hairy, b.e.s.t.i.a.l, primitive . . . !" He shook his head. "In any event, I don't see that it matters. Why limit G.o.d's imagination? I believe He, like any master architect, would perceive the sundry ways in which His various creations might be better formed to suit their conditions. By His hand, those adaptations would begin!"

"Now you sound dangerously like a Freemason! With your notions of an architect!" Sister Audry scowled. The expression looked out of place on her pleasant features.

"In point of fact . . ." Courtney began.

With a look of horror, Sister Audry clutched the silver crucifix between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as if a serpent had been revealed in their midst.

Courtney sighed. "You were undoubtedly taught and sincerely believe that man was made in the image of G.o.d. I must pose you some difficult questions: What is is man? Are we upright apes like my former father-in-law, or are we sentient, spiritual beings capable of comprehending and returning the love of our Maker? What is the image of G.o.d? Is it the black one? The red? The brown, yellow . . . or just the white?" He nodded at Adar. "Or might He be covered in fur? You yourself observed no physical disqualification for salvation when you went among the Javanese and Malays to do His work! You continue it here. Does G.o.d have a tail? I submit that G.o.d is without form-or is of man? Are we upright apes like my former father-in-law, or are we sentient, spiritual beings capable of comprehending and returning the love of our Maker? What is the image of G.o.d? Is it the black one? The red? The brown, yellow . . . or just the white?" He nodded at Adar. "Or might He be covered in fur? You yourself observed no physical disqualification for salvation when you went among the Javanese and Malays to do His work! You continue it here. Does G.o.d have a tail? I submit that G.o.d is without form-or is of any any form He chooses! The only 'image' we need concern ourselves with is the spiritual one!" form He chooses! The only 'image' we need concern ourselves with is the spiritual one!"

"But . . . you claim to be a Christian! How can that be? I grant you might be a deist, or some other species of heathen, but how can you claim yourself a Christian?"

"The same way you do, my dear: I have heard and believe the Word. But the Lord Jesus Christ, our spiritual savior spiritual savior, appeared only briefly, and his teachings and works were immediately known to but a very few. It was up to others, like yourself ultimately, to spread the knowledge of those works and teachings about. Certainly you don't believe that all those throughout the centuries who lived and died in ignorance of the Word are d.a.m.ned? The loving G.o.d I worship would not make beings such as we only to have them suffer such an automatic fate!"

Courtney shrugged, somewhat apologetically. He wasn't much given to proselytizing, or even to sharing his own beliefs so freely. "Perhaps that is your purpose here, my dear," he said more softly. "Your destiny, as it were. But do not reject the possibility that our savior might have come to this place already. If G.o.d is capable of creating other worlds such as this, as I certainly believe believe He is, as I believe He is He is, as I believe He is capable of anything capable of anything, perhaps he will send or has already sent his son here as well."

"I don't see the problem," Keje grumbled, surprising everyone. "As I understand it, as Captain Reddy has explained it to me, this Christianity is just another path, another tack sailed to the same destination, to join the Maker of All Things in the Heavens, is it not?" Reluctantly, even Sister Audry nodded. "Chairman Adar is correct that all those who follow such different paths have put their differences aside, for now, at least, to work for the common good-our very survival. Yet, in his wisdom, he has not prevented the priests of Aryaal or B'mbaado or even Sular from ministering to those souls they tend. Why should Sister Audry be different? Her practices are strange, but to me, so are those of the other priests I mentioned. It seems that a simple statement by Adar that her path is yet another, different one leading to the same place should be sufficient to prevent this persecution he fears. And so what if a few people convert?"

"It is not that simple," Sister Audry protested.

"Let us make it so, at least for now, shall we?" Keje challenged her.

The nun sighed. "Very well. But I will not lie."

"No one is asking that you do," Adar a.s.sured her, "but I think my lord Keje has the right of it." He paused, grasping his hands in front of him on the table. He hoped this issue was solved, but he couldn't be sure. Why could nothing be easy? "If no one objects then, I will consider this a closed issue. I will make a formal statement recognizing this Catholic Church and, as has been discussed, proclaim it as yet another path to the Heavens, as far as the Alliance is concerned." Adar blinked imploringly at Sister Audry. "Is that sufficient? For now? Can you at least refrain from antagonizing those who believe differently?"

Sister Audry nodded. "I can. As I have said, I have much practice at that. I will extol the virtues of the Church, ut in omnibus glorificetur Deus ut in omnibus glorificetur Deus, but I will say nothing against any other."

"Splendid!" Courtney boomed. "I do so enjoy consensus! Might there be more beer to be had?"

"Sounds okay," Sandra said, "in theory." She looked at Princess Rebecca, who'd said nothing at all during the debate. "What do you think?"

Rebecca looked uncomfortable. "Sounds swell to me," she replied reluctantly. She'd been picking up more and more Americanisms. Courtney sometimes joked that her people might declare war based solely on that. "But the issue may not be closed at all, once we visit my people."

Sandra nodded. She'd gathered enough from Rebecca to understand that the Empire's primary rival was still another human civilization that didn't seem very Catholic at all, despite retaining the name and some of the ceremonies. These others, whom Rebecca referred to only as the Dominion, had inherited many of the cruel and expansive methods and practices of a much earlier Church than was represented by Sister Audry. Apparently, they'd incorporated some radical elements of other "faiths" as well. Rebecca had come to know the nun and she knew a little history, so she understood there were substantial differences between Sister Audry's Church and what it had become under the Dominion. She wasn't at all sure her people would see any such distinction.

"I guess we'll see," Sandra said.

Marine Corporal Koratin, formerly Lord Koratin, renowned speaker, power broker, and counselor to kings, descended the companionway into the dark, dry hold. Despite his teetering conversion, he automatically thanked the Sun that he wasn't on one of the prize ships. No matter how their new owners tried, they could never quite cleanse the reeking stench of what the Grik had done in them. He'd helped capture a few and the dangling chains, emaciated "survivors," the slippery bones mixed with slimy ballast stones . . . all had been etched on his memory as with acid. In comparison, the hold of USS Dowden Dowden was a pleasant bower that smelled of fresh, well-seasoned wood, clean ballast, and the honest sweat and musty fur of her hardworking builders. There was only the slightest trace of rancid bilgewater from her new, seeping seams. That was nothing, he thought. was a pleasant bower that smelled of fresh, well-seasoned wood, clean ballast, and the honest sweat and musty fur of her hardworking builders. There was only the slightest trace of rancid bilgewater from her new, seeping seams. That was nothing, he thought. Dowden Dowden was a tight ship, and her seams would only swell tighter. was a tight ship, and her seams would only swell tighter.

Dowden's hold wasn't open from stem to stern like Grik ships either. It was highly compartmentalized. He understood the various compartments were even watertight to a degree, making the new steam frigate more difficult for an enemy to sink. He believed it. He was highly impressed with the construction techniques of the sea folk, and with Amer-i-caan designs to draw from, he accepted improvement as a given. He was most impressed by the Amer-i-caans in many ways. That didn't mean he loved them like the sea folk did, or even as the People of Baalkpan and other places had come to. He was genuinely intrigued by the teachings of their Sister Audry, but he didn't care much for their other strange notions of the way things ought to be. He hoped that somehow, the world might one day return to the simpler way it had been before.

The Amer-i-caans struck him as honorable warriors, but mere warriors they'd remained when they could have been kings. True, they'd helped establish a real alliance, the largest ever known, but it was a fragile thing in his cynical view. It would have been better for all if they had had become kings. An empire was far more stable than any flimsy alliance. But simple warriors they remained-by choice-and all warriors were merely tools. As he had become. become kings. An empire was far more stable than any flimsy alliance. But simple warriors they remained-by choice-and all warriors were merely tools. As he had become.

Koratin entered a compartment where no gear was stowed. There was only a short bank of smaller compartments with barred doors across them. The common word was "brig," he believed. He pa.s.sed the first and nodded genially at the inmate, an Aryaalan Marine like himself, who'd supposedly smuggled a quant.i.ty of seep aboard the ship. The prisoner did not react. Koratin came to the next cell and peered inside.

"Lord King," he whispered. "Are you well?"

Rasik-Alcas stirred slightly in the gloom. Confinement was even harder on Lemurians than on humans, but Rasik tried to appear disinterested. Only the slightest twitch of an ear betrayed his stress.

"Come to gloat, Koratin?" he asked at last. "I am king of nothing here, as you well know. This new ship does not yet even have enough vermin for me to rule."

Koratin squatted beyond the bars. "Still, you are a king. By blood. I served your father and I tried to serve you."

"By betraying me?" Rasik flashed, his eyes blinking rage.

"By trying to protect you from your . . . youthful impulses. You are are young to be king, and when you attempted to destroy the iron ship of the Amer-i-caans, I foresaw the disaster that young to be king, and when you attempted to destroy the iron ship of the Amer-i-caans, I foresaw the disaster that did did result." result."

"You tried to warn them!" Rasik accused.

"I failed. You sent warriors to kill me. They failed. Still there was disaster. You angered the Amer-i-caans and instead of leaving to fight their war elsewhere, they took your city from you." Koratin didn't remind Rasik that they probably would have done it anyway after the Grik advance was discovered. Taking the city was the only way to save the people inside.

"So, you failed to betray me and I failed to kill you. That makes us even?"

"No, Lord King. You might say the one act cancels the other. That leaves us back where we started, if you wish it."

"What?" Rasik laughed. "You would be a king's counselor through iron bars? Why not be king yourself? I understand you have won glory with this ridiculous Alliance Alliance." He spat the word.

"I could never be king. I am not of the blood. The people would not permit it."

"So you have considered it?"

Koratin shrugged. "I am a political creature, as you know. You will also know I have considered many possibilities." He gestured at himself. "I was a lord lord! I had a great house, many servants, and enough retainers to defeat yours when they came for me! Do you believe I wish to remain a mere warrior? A soldier of lowly rank and status? Do you think me mad mad? I could never be king, but you you could-and I could have back what I have lost!" could-and I could have back what I have lost!"

Rasik lowered his head in uncustomary dejection. "I could never be king again. The people hate me. I will be lucky to survive!"

For a moment, Koratin said nothing. He was almost stunned by Rasik's apparent bout of sanity. "Many do hate you," he agreed at last. "They blame you for the time that was lost in evacuating the city. Some think more might have survived and perhaps even Nerracca Nerracca of the sea folk might not have been destroyed if . . . things had gone differently." of the sea folk might not have been destroyed if . . . things had gone differently."

"What do you think, Koratin?"

"I think they may be right. I would have counseled as much, had you allowed me."

Rasik beat his hands against his head. "Easy to say now," he almost moaned.

"But true, Lord King. You know it is."

After several moments, Rasik finally nodded. "It is is true. You and your love of younglings. I cannot doubt you. You true. You and your love of younglings. I cannot doubt you. You were were trying to help and I drove you away!" trying to help and I drove you away!"

"Yes, Lord King."

"Well . . . I know you, Koratin! You would not have come to me without a scheme of some sort. What is it? Tell me!"

"There is is something the Amer-i-caans will want where we go?" something the Amer-i-caans will want where we go?"

Rasik grew guarded. "Yes."

"Am I correct in a.s.suming you mean to lead them a lengthy, roundabout chase to find it?"

"Why do you ask?" Rasik demanded.

"It is what I would do in your place. You fear they will kill you when they have whatever it is, so you mean to lead them anywhere but where they must go until you have devised another plan."

"What if that were true?"

Koratin sighed. "All the Allied armies have left Aryaal. We sailed for Chill-Chaap this morning. The rest of the fleet moves on the Grik at the land they call Sing-aapore. The people of Aryaal will be returning and they will need a king!"

"But how . . . ?"

"If you have ever trusted me, trust me now," Koratin said. "You must lead the Allies directly to what you found! Give it to them quickly. They will be glad, they might even begin to trust you, and they will leave leave."

"They will kill me!"

"They will not! I have . . . arranged certain things, believe me. Do you think otherwise? That I would not have considered all contingencies? I swear to you, before the Sun in the sky, I will not let the Amer-i-caans harm you! You are my king! I cannot be king! How else will I have what I want?"

"If I do this, if I give them what they want and all goes as you say, how will I then be king again?"

"It is simplicity itself! You are are king! King Rasik-Alcas! The Allies will leave and you will return overland and simply sit on your throne! I will be there, and you have many more supporters than you know! The first of our people to return to Aryaal will be among the most anxious to see you!" king! King Rasik-Alcas! The Allies will leave and you will return overland and simply sit on your throne! I will be there, and you have many more supporters than you know! The first of our people to return to Aryaal will be among the most anxious to see you!"

"I am with you, Lord King!" came a voice from the neighboring cell. "I was in your palace guard! My sword is still yours!"

Koratin looked in the direction of the voice, then stared intently back at Rasik. "You see? When you sit your throne again with your people back in their homes-the homes you you did not abandon!-who will oppose you then? Who will dare oppose did not abandon!-who will oppose you then? Who will dare oppose us us?"

Slowly, Rasik-Alcas grinned. "You always were clever, Koratin. Father said so as well. Too clever for your own good at times, but this time I think you are right. Who indeed will oppose me if I am already on the throne when our people come trickling back? It is not as if they will be great in numbers!"

"True, Lord King," Koratin said grimly. "Very true." He stood. "Is there anything I can bring you?"

"No," Rasik said, bright eyes searching the gloom as if looking for faults in the plan. "None must suspect our scheme. Do any know of our past . . . a.s.sociation?"

"None, Lord King. I am merely a soldier of low rank. No one knows who I really am, or what is in my heart."

"A brilliant subterfuge! Try to discover their plans if you can, but be discreet! Discreet! No one must suspect!"

"Count on it, Lord King."

As Marine Corporal Koratin turned to walk back the way he'd come, he nodded at the other prisoner again. This time, unseen by Rasik, the prisoner nodded back.

CHAPTER 14.

Talaud Island appeared much as Irvin Laumer remembered it when they'd approached it so long ago in S-19, her diesels gasping on fumes. They hadn't encountered another island fish in the crossing from Mindanao, and Irvin wondered if Silva had actually "sunk" the one that lingered there, as he'd claimed. Surely if he had, another had taken its place? Walker Walker had picked one up on sonar, after all. Maybe they had been discouraged. Whatever the reason, he was relieved. had picked one up on sonar, after all. Maybe they had been discouraged. Whatever the reason, he was relieved.

Island fish or no, nothing could protect them and Simms Simms from the constant deluge of bird and flying reptile droppings. from the constant deluge of bird and flying reptile droppings.

"That is the place?" Lelaa asked, approaching him as she wiped at a greenish white smear across her dark fur with a towel. Irvin subdued a chuckle at the captain's expense.

"That's it," he said.

"Where to from here?"

"Around the eastern point. There's a broad lagoon, almost a tiny bay. S-19 was on the beach. There was a little protection but not much. . . . I hope she's still there." He voiced his greatest fear. They knew there'd been storms since they left. A high enough surge could have carried her farther inland, making complete salvage impossible, or it might have even carried her off to sea.

"The mountain on the island smokes," Lelaa observed. "Did it smoke this much when you were here?"