Wednesday, February 20, 2013

23 - The Way is Shut




“Hara?  Are you... ah.”

“I’m here.”  The code was a scattering of light in front of them, at least from his perception. There was almost nothing happening right now at Prime’s road, the glittering sharp facade of the opening program, as sealed and as imposing as ever.  The crystal dragons flanking it were quiescent, each with one paw raised showing extruded claws longer than his arms.

“Every time I’ve been here,” Hara said.  “The sky has been that weird blue.  Mariush and Dag... everybody says its the colour of the sky of the home planet.  I’m not sure I like it.”

“Yeah.  I prefer the pale blue and pink of spring, really.”

They sneaked around the massive rock that forced the road around it.  Once around the rock Prime Gate would be at the end of the massive statue lined road.  The land that had been Secundus and Tertius gates were now at the bottom of a cliff that grew deeper every time Prime decided his country wasn’t isolate enough.

“Zon Elemfias says that the Milari remember this as a plain... a watered valley, not this craggy mountainside.”
“Armadad said that Prime is building himself a mountain to be the home of the God.  He’s nuts.”

“Yes.  What I want to know is how he persuaded all his people to follow him in the first place.”

Kyrus nodded and they left the road above with its gates and linings of statues and scrambled down the mountainside to Tertius Gate, or the rubble over it, and stopped in shock.  It was melted shut. A volcano had appeared under Secundus and lava had run over both destroyed gates.
 
**

Dag sat in her cottage and sifted and spun code through her mental fingers, the strands pulling out from the tangled mass she’d last harvested.

### ... secret war on... ###...the ice has blasted a crack through here, and a lake ### ### ###... the bees have settled in the canyon and we’re ####d... ### we have water and honey and bee larva and raghnall and birds... ### Gregori don’t trust Perrin so much ### ## #######o kill us all, don’t you see?  At least he’s going to try.

I need to build fail-safes and back doors.  Not just two or three.  Perrin is a devious bastard. Look under the dragon’s egg first.  T##en...

She searched the hank of code on her distaff.  It had been tangled, burned, the ends melted, some could be brushed out, saved, made sense of.  But this was important.  If her son was to go into the owner’s country he needed his access codes.  All of them.  The main gate for the Tertius CEO was the most vulnerable.  Who knew if Prime... Perrin...  if, or when, Perrin would just decide that that whole section of code should go, rather than dance on the graves of those he saw as his enemies?

## ## ## back #### ##e ## ### colour o# #he sky ## ###  The rest was gibberish.

**

“There’s no way in.  How do we get in?” If he could have been, Kyrus would have been panting. “How do they get out?  We have to get a line of code through there somehow, but that will just melt it into gibberish the instant it touches!”

“I... have codes but I can’t use them for here.  We’d have to somehow fool Prime’s Gate to get in and I don’t have that skill.  I’m not sure anyone of us has that skill.” They threw their arms around each other and, hidden in the shadow of Prime’s triumphal archway above, stood shaking, looking at the ruins of code at the bottom of the cliff road, where lava still ran, flowing to engulf and melt the land.

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