Underground / ¦a¤U

by Ennien Ashbrook, ashbrook@spots.ab.ca / ÂÇµÛ Ennien Ashbrook,ashbrook@spots.ab.ca


From the WatchWords BBS Teleconference: / ±q¤f¥O¹q¤l§G§iÄæ¨t²Î¹q¶Ç·|ij:

Main Channel Participants Besides YOU: Kitnit, Flying Ace, DevilStar, / °£¤F§A¥H¥~ªº¥D­n³¡¥÷ÀW¹D°Ñ¥[ªÌ: Kitnit ¡A­¸ªº¤\ÂI¡A DevilStar,
Mandragora and Chuy'Daq / Mandragora ©M Chuy'Daq


Devil Star>> could it be.... A CHEESE BUN???? / Å]°­¥Dºt>> ¥i¥H¥¦¬O.... ¤@­Ó°®¹T¤pÄÑ¥]????

** Mandragora is snickering at Devil Star's words ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦bÅ]°­¬Pªº¦r¦Y¦Y¦a¯º **

Mandragora>> bbias / Mandragora>>bbias

**It's hail, what did you expect??** / **¥¦¬O¦B¹r, §A´Á«Ý¤°»ò??**

Well, I've met my master. / ¦n§a¡A§Ú¤w¸g¹J¨£§Úªº¥D¤H¡C

Flying Ace>> Chuy, you're a nincompoop did you know that? / ­¸ªº¤\ÂI>>Chuy,§A¬O¤@­Ó²Â¤H§Aª¾¹D¨º¶Ü?

/s,kit: oh? / /s,°t®M: ªí¥ÜÅå³Y?

--sent ONLY to Kitnit-- / --¥u°e¨ì Kitnit--

**All hail! All hail!** / **©Ò¦³ªº¦B¹r! ©Ò¦³ªº¦B¹r!**

Devil Star>> re mandra / Å]°­¥Dºt>>Ãö©ó mandra

Mandragora>> back / Mandragora>>­I­±

Devil Star>> front and sides? / Å]°­¥Dºt>>«e­±©MÃä?

Mandragora>> only on weekdays. / Mandragora>>¥u¦³¦b¶g¤é¡C

Yep. Zoltar will be visiting you later today. I bend my knee to him. / Yep¡C Zoltar ±N¤µ¤Ñµy«á«ô³X§A¡C §Ú¹ï¥LÅs¦±§Úªº½¥¡C
The man is the best bullshit artist I've ever seen / ¨k¤H¬O§Ú´¿¸g¤w¸g¬Ý¨ìªº³Ì¦n­J»¡ÃÀ³N®a

what about weekends? / ¤°»ò¤j¬ù¶g¥½?

--sent-- / --°e--

Chuy'Daq>> WHATS A NINCUMPOOP???????? / Chuy'Daq>>¯u¬O NINCUMPOOP????????

/s,fly: he's a slow nincompoop too / /s,»aÃÇ: ¥L¤]¬O¤@­ÓºCªº²Â¤H

Mandragora: weekends i go astral ;) / Mandragora: ¶g¥½ i ÅܬP ;)

--sent ONLY to Flying Ace-- / --¥u°e¨ì­¸ªº¤\ÂI--

/s,kit: how do you mean? what's he done? / /s,°t®M: §A¦p¦ó·N¿×? ¥L³Q°µ¤°»ò?

** Mandragora is juggling several small, personable skinks ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦bÅÜÀ¸ªk¤@¨Ç¤p¤S¥­©öªñ¤Hªº¤p»h»i **

you still on the skinks, i see... / §A¦b¤p»h»i¤W¦wÀR,i ¬Ý¨£¡C¡C¡C

--sent-- / --°e--

Chuy'Daq>> WHY IDN'T ANYBODY TALKING TO ME????????? / Chuy'Daq>> ¬°¤°»ò IDN'T ¥ô¦ó¤H©M§Ú»¡¸Ü?????????

turn your capslock off and we might consider it / §â§Aªº capslock Ãö±¼¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú­Ì¥i¯à¦Ò¼{¥¦

--sent-- / --°e--

Mandragora>> sorry, its against my religion to talk to morons / Mandragora>>Ãø¹Lªº, ¥¦ªº¤Ï¹ï§Úªº©v±Ð©M§C¯à»¡¸Ü

Kitnit>> then how do you explain your being in the govornment? ;-) / Kitnit>>µM«á§A¦p¦ó¸ÑÄÀ govornment ªº§A¦s¦b? ;-)

he arranged for you to go out side the complex. he told the Luminous / ¥L¦w±ÆÅý§A¥X¥h°¾³R¦X¦¨ª«¡C ¥L§i¶D¤Fµo¥ú
One that you were interested in Spectran life and that this was the perfect opportunity to influence you towards Spectran loyalties. / ¤@­Ó§A¹ï Spectran ¥Í¬¡·P¿³½ì©M³o¬O¦V Spectran ©¾¸Û¼vÅT§Aªº§¹¬ü¾÷·|¡C

laugh kitnit secretly / ·t¤¤¯º kitnit

-==Action Sent==- / -==¦æ°Ê°e==-

/s,kit: you're kidding?? / /s,°t®M: §A¦b¶}ª±¯º??

--sent ONLY to Kitnit-- / --¥u°e¨ì Kitnit--

** Mandragora is clobbering Kitnit with a rubber skink ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b¥Î¤@­Ó¾ó¥Ö¤p»h»iµh¥´ Kitnit**

what is it with you and skinks, anyways?? do you even know what a skink is? / ¥Ñ©ó§A©M¤p»h»i¥¦¬O¤°»ò,µL½×¦p¦ó?? §A¬Æ¦Üª¾¹D¤@­Ó¤p»h»i¬O¤°»ò¶Ü?

--sent-- / --°e--

** Mandragora is bowing to YOU very humbly ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b«D±`Á¾»¹¦a¦V§AÁù°` **

** Mandragora is offering YOU a small, personable skink ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b´£¨Ñ§A¤@­Ó¤p¤S¥­©öªñ¤Hªº¤p»h»i **

Mandragora>> I like the word. No. Care to enlighten me? :) / Mandragora>>§Ú³ßÅw¦r¡C ¸¹½XÄ@·N±Â»P§Úª¾ÃÑ? :)

no i'm not kidding. the man's ability to suck up is incredible. he really knows how to manipulate. / ¨S¦³§Ú¤£¦b¶}ª±¯º¡C ¨k¤Hªº¯à¤O§l¦b¬OÃø¥H¸m«Hªº¤W­±¡C ¥L¯uªºª¾¹D¸Ó¦p¦ó¾ÞÁa¡C

they're lizards. you can find them in pet stores. / ¥L­Ì¬O»h»i¡C §A¯à¦bÃdª«°Ó©±¤¤µo²{¥L­Ì¡C

--sent-- / --°e--

Mandragora>> Pet stores, is it? Then they must indeed be personable / Mandragora>>Ãdª«Àx¦s,¬O¶Ü ? µM«á¥L­Ì¤@©w­nªº½T¬O¥­©öªñ¤Hªº

*** SYSOP INTERRUPT *** / *** SYSOP ¥´Â_ ***

> Mandragora, WHAT did you do to Chuy'Daq's account???< / >Mandragora,§A¹ï Chuy'Daq's ªº±b¤á°µ¤°»ò???<

blink / ¯w²´

-==Action Sent==- / -==¦æ°Ê°e==-

** Mandragora is whistling innocently ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦bµL¸o¦a§j¤f­ï **

Mandragora>> who? me? / Mandragora>>½Ö? §Ú?

Flying Ace>> methink's mandragora the hack fiend is back / ­¸ªº¤\ÂI>> methink's ªº mandragora ¼AÅ]°­¦^¨Ó

** Devil Star is nodding to Flying Ace in agreement ** / ** Å]°­¬P¹ï¨óijªº­¸¤\ÂI¬OÂIÀYªº **

*** SYSOP INTERRUPT *** / *** SYSOP ¥´Â_ ***

> What did you do??< / >§A°µ¤°»ò??<

Mandragora>> he was annoying. / Mandragora>>¥L¬O¥O¤H·P¨ì¾Ò´oªº¡C

*** SYSOP INTERRUPT *** / *** SYSOP ¥´Â_ ***

> I don't care what he did, you can't hack into my system that way! / >§Ú¤£Ãö¤ß¥L©Ò°µªº,§A¨º¼Ë¶i¤J§Úªº¨t²Î¤§¤º¤£¯à¬å¼A!
Put it back!< / §â¥¦©ñ¦^­ì³B!<

Mandragora>> Don't want to. / Mandragora>> ¤£·Q­n¨ì¡C

** Mandragora sticks out his tongue and says 'Nyah' ** / ** Mandragora ÂH¦í¥X¥Lªº¦Þ©Mµo¨¥Åv 'Nyah'**

laugh mand secretly / ·t¤¤¯º mand

-==Action Sent==- / -==¦æ°Ê°e==-

/s,man: Did you really hack the system?? / /s,¨k¤H: §A¯uªº¬å¼A¨t²Î¶Ü??

--sent ONLY to Mandragora-- / --¥u°e¨ì Mandragora--

*** SYSOP INTERRUPT *** / *** SYSOP ¥´Â_ ***

>If you don't put it back, I'll delete your account< / >¦pªG§A¤£§â¥¦©ñ¦^­ì³B,§Ú±N§R°£§Aªº±b¤á<

** Mandragora is laughing his head off ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b¨«¶}¯º¥LªºÀY **

Mandragora>> Idle threats'll get you nowhere, syssie / Mandragora>>Ãi´kªº threats'll µL³B±o¨ì§A,syssie

Mandragora>> 297kd8&&(k / Mandragora>>297 kd8&&(k

Mandragora>> Nwwwwwww / Mandragora>>Nwwwwwww

Mandragora>> NO CARRIER / Mandragora>>¨S¦³¹B°eªÌ

wait a few minutes.... / µ¥­Ô¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ....

Chuy'Daq>> THAT KHASJEC MANDRAGORA PUT ME ON READ ONLY!!!!!!!!! / Chuy'Daq>> ¨º KHASJEC MANDRAGORA ¥u¦bŪ¤§¤W©ñ§Ú!!!!!!!!!

Devil Star>>> serves you right / Å]°­¥Dºt>>>¨Ï§A¸o¦³À³±o

Kitnit>> sys is still trying... you'd think he'd learn by now... / Kitnit>>sys ¤´µM¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¡C¡C¡C §A±N·|»{¬°¥L±N·|¨ì¦p¤µ¾Ç²ß¡C¡C¡C

learn what? / ¾Ç²ß¤°»ò?

--sent-- / --°e--

Devil Star>> give it a few minutes... / Å]°­¥Dºt>> µ¹¥¦¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ¡C¡C¡C

Chuy'Daq>> GIVE WHAT A FEW MINUTES????????????? / Chuy'Daq>> µ¹¤°»ò¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ?????????????

Kitnit>> your access / Kitnit>>§Aªº³q¸ô

** Kitnit is snickering evilly ** / ** Kitnit ¥¿¦b¨¸´c¦a¦Y¦Y¦a¯º **

/s,dev: do I want to know? / /s,dev: §Ú·Q­nª¾¹D¶Ü?

don't jump at the line noise. / ¦b½u¾¸­µ¤£­n¸õÅD¡C

Chuy'Daq>> WHADDA MEEN MY ACCESS???????????????? / Chuy'Daq>> WHADDA MEEN §Úªº³q¸ô????????????????

** Devil Star is chuckling ** / ** Å]°­¬P¥¿¦b¦Y¦Yªº¯º **

V%&*VPB^ *(Y&B*^&*^_*(N*M_*^&*%$BN&*^%DVBYNMI_ > 5 / V%&* VPB *(Y&B*&*_*(N*M_*&*%$BN&*^% DVBYNMI_>5

Kitnit>> 4 / Kitnit>>4

Kitnit>> 3 / Kitnit>>3

** Mandragora has entered the teleconference ** / ** Mandragora ¤w¸g¶i¤J¹q¶Ç·|ij **

Mandragora>> TA-DAHHH! / Mandragora>>TA-DAHHH!

Kitnit>> darn, off by 2 seconds... / Kitnit>>Á_¸É,¦b 2 ¬í¤§«e¨«¶}¡C¡C¡C

** Devil Star is comforting Kitnit ** / ** Å]°­¬P¥¿¦b¦w¼¢ Kitnit**

Chuy'Daq>> HEY THE SYSOP DELEETED YUR ACCOUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! / Chuy'Daq>> ¶Ù SYSOP DELEETED YUR ±b¤á!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mandragora>> hang on a 'sec.... / Mandragora>> Äa±¾¦b¤@¤§¤W 'sec....

Mandragora>> Beep! done. / Mandragora>>¹Í¹ÍÁn! °µ¡C

quizzical mand / ¥j©Çªº mand

-==Action Sent==- / -==¦æ°Ê°e==-

Kitnit>> do /l, Wayfarer / Kitnit>>°µ /l,®È«È

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Location of Other Callers in Teleconference / ¹q¶Ç·|ijªº¨ä¥L¨Ó¹qªÌªº¦aÂI

1 Devil Star Main / 1 Å]°­¬P¥D­n³¡¥÷

3 Wayfarer Main / 3 ¥D­nªº®È«È

4 Mandragora Main / 4 ¥D­nªº Mandragora

5 Kitnit Main / 5 ¥D­nªº Kitnit

7 Flying Ace Main / 7 ¥D­nªº­¸¤\ÂI

8 Chuy'Daq Toast / 8 Chuy'Daq ¤g¥qÄÑ¥]

toast? / ¤g¥qÄÑ¥]?

--sent-- / --°e--

** Mandragora is nodding to YOU in agreement ** / ** Mandragora ¦b¨óij¤¤¹ï§A¬OÂIÀYªº **

** Kitnit is nodding to YOU in agreement ** / ** Kitnit ¦b¨óij¤¤¹ï§A¬OÂIÀYªº **

** Flying Ace is nodding to YOU in agreement ** / ** ­¸ªº¤\ÂI¦b¨óij¤¤¹ï§A¬OÂIÀYªº **

Kitnit>> It's a bit worse than a read-only class. it means you can't do anything / Kitnit>>¥¦¤ñ¤@­Ó°ßŪ¯Z¯ÅÁV¤@ÂIÂI¡C ¥¦·N¿×§A¤£¯à°µ¥ô¦ó¨Æ

Mandragora>> can't leave, can't talk, can't even log off. he'll be stuck there until the system event happens. that means his modem'll be stuck too, at least the data transmission part.. however....... / Mandragora>>¤£¯àÂ÷¶},¤£¯à»¡¸Ü,¤£¯à¬Æ¦Ü¨«¶}¥ï¤ì¡C ¥L±N¦b¨º¸Ì³Q´ÛÄF¡Aª½¨ì¨t²Î¨Æ¥óµo¥Í¡C ¨º·N¿×¡A¥Lªº modem'll ¤]³Q´ÛÄF, ¦Ü¤Ö³¡¥÷¦aªº¸ê®Æ¶Ç¿é¡C¡C µM¦Ó.......

** Mandragora is snickering evilly ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b¨¸´c¦a¦Y¦Y¦a¯º **

Devil Star>> you wouldn't!?!? / Å]°­¥Dºt>> §A¤£±N·|!?!?

Mandragora: doo de doo de doo... done! / Mandragora: doo de doo de doo¡C¡C¡C °µ!

** Mandragora is laughing his head off ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b¨«¶}¯º¥LªºÀY **

** Mandragora is rolling on the floor laughing ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b¦aªO¤Wºu°Ê¯º **

** Mandragora is laughing himself sick ** / ** Mandragora ¬O¯ºµÛªº¥L¦Û¤v¯f¤H **

what'd you do??? / what'd §A°µ???

--sent-- / --°e--

** Kitnit is shaking his head in bemusement ** / ** Kitnit ¥¿¦b¨Ïµo§b¤è­±·nÀY **

Kitnit>> from the way he's laughing, I'd say he uploaded his modemkill virus to chewie. / Kitnit>>±q¥L¥¿¦b¯ºªº¤è¦¡¡A§Ú±N·|»¡¥L¤W¶Ç¤F¹ï chewie ªº¥L modemkill ¯f¬r¡C

modemkill?

--sent-- / --°e--

Devil Star>> it completely disables the modem. no tv, no phone, no nothing. / Å]°­¥Dºt>>¥¦§¹¥þ¦a¨Ï¼Æ¾Ú¾÷¥¢¥h¯à¤O¡C ¨S¦³ tv, ¨S¦³¹q¸Ü, ¨S¦³¤°»ò¤]¨S¦³¡C

* * * / ***

I sat back in my chair and stared at the screen in amazement. From what it looked like, Mandragora had hacked into the bbs software (I had thought he was a sysop origionally), messed around with someone's account, rehacked his own account when it was booted, then uploaded a virus to destroy the guy's modem. And these Spectran modems are the nexus to all telecommunications! Without them you're lost! / §Ú¦b§Úªº´È¤l¤¤³S¤â®ÇÆ[¦Ó¥BÅå³Y¦a¨nµÛ¿Ã¹õ¬Ý¡C ±q¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³ªº¡A·í¥¦³Q½ðªº®É­Ô¡A Mandragora ¤w¸g¶i¤J bbs ³nÅé (§Ú¤w¸g·Q¡A¥L¬O sysop origionally) ¤§¤º¬å¼A,¥H¬Y¤Hªº±b¤á¦bªþªñ§ËÁV, ¦A¬å¼A¥L¦Û¤vªº±b¤á,µM«á¤W¶Ç¤F¯f¬r¯}Ãa³Ã¥ëªº¼Æ¾Ú¾÷¡C ¦Ó¥B³o¨Ç Spectran ¼Æ¾Ú¾÷¬O¹ï©Ò¦³ªº¹q¶Çµø°Tªº³sµ²! ¨S¦³¥L­Ì§A³Q¥¢¥h!

Remind me never to get Mandragora mad at me. The guy appears to be a master hacker. / ±q¤£´£¿ô§Ú¦b§Ú±o¨ì Mandragora ºÆ¨g¡C ³Ã¥ë¦ü¥G¬O¥D¤Hªº¹q¸£¶Â«È¡C

Kitnit was true to his word, and sure enough, Zoltar came by, looking like the cat who finally caught the canary. / Kitnit ©¾©ó¥L©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü¡A¦Ó¥B·íµM¨¬°÷¡A Zoltar ¸g¹L,¹³³Ì«á®·®»¤Fª÷µ·³¶ªº¿ß¬Ý¡C

"I get to go outside??" I squealed. For some reason, "silly" is the operative protocol whenever Zoltar and I are together. It's frightening how well we get along. / " §Ú¶}©l¥X¥h??"§Úµo¥X¦y¾Uªº¥sÁn¡C ¦]¬°¤@¨Ç²z¥Ñ,"·MÄøªº" ¬O Zoltar ©M§Ú¤@°_ªº°Ê§@°O¿ý¡C ¥¦¥¿¦bÅåÀ~§Ú­Ì¬Û³B¦h¦n¡C

"Yeah!!" he squeals back, "I get to try to brainwash you by exposing you to the wonders of Spectran life under the Spirit (and me of course)" / "¬Oªº!!"¥L¦V«á¦aµo¥X¦y¾Uªº¥sÁn ", §Ú¶}©l¸ÕµÛÂǥѦbºë¯«¤§¤U¨Ï§A¼ÉÅS¦b Spectran ¥Í¬¡ªº©_Âݬ~¸£§A"( ©M§Ú·íµM)

"Where in the world did you come up with an idea like that? And why would the Spirit buy such a line of hooey?" / " ¦b­þ¸Ì¦b¥@¬É¤¤§A¦b­þùØ´£¥X¹³¨º¤@¼Ëªº¤@­Ó·Qªk? ¦Ó¥Bºë¯«¬°¤°»ò±N·|¶R¦p¦¹ªº¤@±ø­J¨¥¶Ã»yªº½u?"

He grins a Cheshire Cat grin, "Actually, it was his idea." / ¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º®ã°p¿ßÅS¾¦¯º,"¹ê»Ú¤W¡A¥¦¬O¥Lªº·Qªk" ¡C

* * * / ***

At first I thought it was Mala who came to pick me up from my cell, but then I noticed that she was ever so slightly taller. She had a brooding look that Mala lacked, her green eyes made larger by contact lenses to correct her sight. Her eyes held an intensity that Mala lacked, staring at me with a chilling effect that made me feel like a butterfly about to be pinned. With a shock, I recognised her as S-9, the Spectran agent who had captured Keyop and myself, deducing our identities as G-Force members. She was Zarabeth, Zoltar's other sister. / °_¥ý§Ú·Q¡A¥¦¬O¨Ó±q§Úªº²Ó­M±µ¸ü§Úªº Mala ¡A¦ý¬OµM«á§Úª`·N¤F¦o¬O´¿¸g¦p¦¹ªº¨Ç·L¤ñ¸û°ª¡C ¦o¦³¤F Mala ¯Ê¥Fªº¨I«ä¯«±¡,¦oªººñ¦â²´·úÂǵ۳sµ¸³zÃèÅܱo¤ñ¸û¤j§ï¥¿¦oªºµø¤O¡C ¦oªº²´·ú®³µÛ¤@ºØ±j¯P³Q¯Ê¥F,¥H¨ì³B¨Ï§Ú·Pı¹³¤@°¦½¹½º·í¥Î°w§O¦íªºµL±¡®ÄªG¨nµÛ§Ú¬Ýªº Mala¡C ÂǥѤ@­ÓÅåÀ~¡A§Ú¿ë»{¥X¤F¦o¦p S-9 ¡A¤w¸g®·Àò Keyop ªº Spectran ¥N²z¤H©M§Ú¦Û¤v,±À½×§Ú­Ìªº¨­¥÷¦p G- ¤O¶qªº¦¨­û¡C ¦o¬O Zarabeth ¡A Zoltar's ªº¨ä¥L©n©f¡C

Like the other LaTrosses, she was tall, and she made herself taller with heeled boots and long clothes. She wore long slacks and a waist-length cape. Her hat was a half-height top hat, from which her long hair spilled. It fell past her knees in a shimmering sheet. I'm jealous -- I always wanted hair like that. She went gloveless, and the sleeve ends of her tunic were diamond shaped, fastening to a ring that went over her middle finger, covering wrist and palm. She was very stately, with that controlled elegance shared by all of the LaTrosse siblings. Whereas Mala reminded me of a bird of prey, and Zoltar of a snake, Zarabeth reminded me strongly of a cougar -- lithe, strong, beautiful, and deadly. All of the LaTrosses had that quality -- you wanted to watch them, but you didn't dare cross them. / ¹³¥t¤@­Ó LaTrosses ¡A¦o¬O°ªªº¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¥H¦³«á¸òªºªø¹u©Mªøªº¦çªA¨Ï¦o¦Û¤v§ó°ª¡C ¦o¬ïµÛ¤FªøªºÃPªø¿Ç©M¤@­Ó¸y³¡ªøÌa¡C ¦oªº´U¤l¬O¤@³»¤@¥b- °ª«×ªº³»ºÝ´U¤l,¨º¤@­Ó¦oªºªøÀY¾v·¸¥X±q¡C ¥¦¶V¹Lµo°{Ã{¤§¥ú±iªº¦o½¥¶^¸¨¡C §Ú¬O¶ú§ªªº -- §ÚÁ`¬O·Q­n¹³¨º¤@¼ËªºÀY¾v¡C ¦oÅܵL¤â®M¡A¦Ó¥B¦oªºªø³T³Sµ²§ô¬O³Q¦¨§ÎªºÆp¥Û¡A¤@­Ó¸Ô²ÓÀˬd¦oªº¤¤«ü§Ù«üªºÃ´µ²ª«,¥]§tªº¤âµÃ©M¤â´x¡C ¦o«D±`²øÄY,ÂǥѨº³Q©Ò¦³ªº LaTrosse ¥S§Ì¤À¨Éªº¨ü¬ù§ôªº°ª¶®¡C µM¦Ó Mala ¨Ï§Ú·Q°_¤@­Óøl , ©M¤@°¦³Dªº Zoltar, Zarabeth ±j¯P¦a¤@­Ó¬ü¬w°\´£¿ô¤F§Ú -- ¬X³nªº,±j¡M¬üÄRªº¡M©M­P©Rªº¡C ©Ò¦³ªº LaTrosses ³£¦³¤F¨º¤@­Ó«~½è -- §A·Q­n¬Ý¥L­Ì¡A¦ý¬O§A¨S¦³´±¥æ¤e¥L­Ì¡C

She told me to dress in light layers, since I was unused to Spectran weather. I had dialed for a weather report previously, and learned that it was a bare 15C. As I pulled on a cardigan, I said she must be looking forward to summer. / ¦o§i¶D¤F§Ú¬ï»´ªº¼h,¦]¬°¹ï Spectran ¤Ñ®ð§Ú¬O¤£¥Îªº¡C §Ú¤w¸g¥ý«e¬°¤@¶µ¤Ñ®ð³ø§i¼·, ¦Ó¥B¤F¸Ñ¥¦¬O¨ª»rªº 15 C ¡C ·í§Ú¦b¤@¥ó¦Ï¤ò­m¤W©Ôªº®É­Ô,§Ú»¡¤F¦o¤@©w­n´Á±æ®L¤Ñ¡C

She smiled, "This is summer. It's been an unusually warm one this year. We won't be having autumn for at least another month." / ¦o·L¯º,"³o¬O®L¤Ñ¡C ¥¦¤µ¦~³Q¬O¤@­Ó¤£´M±`·Å·x¡C §Ú­Ì±N¹ï©ó¦Ü¤Ö¥t¤@­Ó¤ë¤£¦b¦³¬î¤Ñ¡C"

My jaw was on the floor. I spun around and dialed up the weather net again. Sure enough, record temperatures on this day. Even the tropical regions rarely top 25C. Good God, I thought.. What will happen come winter?? / §ÚªºÃE¦b¦aªO¤W¡C §Ú§Ö³t±ÛÂà¦b¦Ó¥B©P³ò¦A¤@¦¸¦b¤Ñ®ð¤W­±¼·ºô¡C ½T«H¥R¨¬,¦b³o¤Ñ°O¿ý·Å«×¡C «Ü¤Ö¦a¨Ï¼ö±aªº°Ï°ì¬Ûµ¥³»¦yªº 25 C ¡C ¦n¤W«Ò,§Ú·Q¡C¡C ±Nµo¥Íªº¨Ó¥V¤Ñ??

I asked her why this was so, and she said "The world is dying", her tone of voice asking "Didn't you know *that*?" Worlds live and worlds die, but while I knew this one was reaching the end of its span, I couldn't conceive of what it meant. Spectra was a class-M planet, just like Earth. It supported an immense variety of thriving lifeforms. / §Ú°Ý¤F¦o³o¬°¤°»ò¬O¦p¦¹¡A¦Ó¥B¦o»¡ "¥@¬É¦º¤`", ¦oªºÁn­µ©ú·t°Ý " §A¨S¦³ª¾¹D¶Ü *¨º*"? ¥@¬É©~¦í¡A¦Ó¥B¥@¬É¦º,¦ý¬O·í§Úª¾¹D¡A³o¤@­Ó¥¿¦b¹F¦¨¥¦ªº«ü¶Zµ²§ôªº®É­Ô,§ÚµLªk¥¦©Ò·N¿×ªººc«ä¡C ÀWÃЬO¯Z¯Å- M ªº¦æ¬P¡A¥¿ª½ªº¬Û¦ü¦a²y¡C ¥¦¤ä«ù¤F¤@­ÓÁcºa lifeforms ªº·¥¤j¦h¼Ë©Ê¡C
Was evolution keeping up? Could it? I was still pondering these questions when we reached Zarabeth's convertable and left the complex. / ¶i¤Æ¥¿¦b«ùÄò¶Ü? ¥i¥H¥¦? ·í§Ú­Ì¨ì¹F¤F Zarabeth's ªº®É­Ô¡A§Ú¤´µM¥¿¦b¨I«ä³o¨Ç°ÝÃD¥iÂà´«ªº¦Ó¥B¯d¤U¤F¦X¦¨ª«¡C

* * * / ***

Perhaps Jason would have been interested in the technology of the planet. Tiny would have wanted to see the food -- the first place he hits as a tourist attraction is the local supermarket, to see how people eat. Mark would have been content to play the protocol game. / ¤]³\³Ç¥Í¹ï¦æ¬Pªº§Þ³N·P¿³½ì¡C ·¥¤pªº·|·Q­n¬Ý¨£­¹ª« -- ²Ä¤@­Ó¦a¤è·í¤@­Ó¹CÄý¸t¦a¬O¦a¤è¶W¯Å¥«³õªº®É­Ô¡A¥LÀ»¤¤, ¬Ý¨£¤H­Ì¦p¦ó¦Y¡C °¨§J·|¬Oº¡¨¬ª±°O¿ý¤ñÁÉ¡C
Me? I wanted to see the planet itself. / §Ú? §Ú·Q­n¬Ý¨£¦æ¬P¥»¨­¡C

Zarabeth took me all over the globe, showing me wonder after wonder. / Zarabeth ¦b¥þ¦a²y±a§Ú, ¦¨ÁZ§Ú¦b©_Âݤ§«áÃhºÃ¡C
She took me to Nibihijash, in the Atlan Mountains. Situated in a curiously symmetrical bowl among the towering teeth of rock, Nibihijash is a small farming community, bringing fruit, grain and legumes from the soil. The people tended their work lovingly, gently, treating the plants and the soil as though they were precious jewels. / ¦b Atlan ¤s¤¤¦o±a¤F§Ú¨ì Nibihijash ¡C ¦b©¥¥Ûªº°ªÁq¤ú¾¦¤§¤¤ªº¤@­Ó¦n©_¹ïºÙªº¸J¤¤¦ì©ó,Nibihijash ¬O¤@­Ó¤pªº¯Ñ§@ªÀ°Ï,±a¨Ó¦Û¤gÄ[ªº¤ôªG¡A½\²É©M¨§Ãþ¡C ¤HÁé·R¦a¶É¦V¥L­Ìªº¤u§@,³vº¥¦a, ¹ï«Ý¤u¼t©M¤gÄ[¦n¹³¥L­Ì¬OÄ_¶Qªº¯]Ä_¡C

"A reclamation project," Zarabeth explained, then bent down to pick up a small chunk of soil. She offered it to me, "Don't worry, it's not dangerous." / "¤@­ÓÁB¥¿­pµe",Zarabeth ¸ÑÄÀ, µM«áÅs¤U¨­¬B°_¤@­Ó¤gÄ[ªº¤p¤j¶ô¡C ¦o´£¨Ñ¨ìµ¹§Ú,"¤£·Ð´o,¥¦¤£¬O¦MÀIªº".

She didn't explain further. I was left wondering what could be so dangerous about a lump of soil? I shrugged and put the soil in my carry bag, to keep as a souvenir, then looked around at the surrounding mountains. They looked as though they had been melted, for great ribbons of stone writhed down the sides, some looking like they were made of glass. Obsidian? The place had atmosphere: Hurt, dark.. I felt an uneasy chill. Something about it was terribly forebidding, like a warning gone unheeded. / ¦o¨S¦³§ó¶i¤@¨B¸ÑÄÀ¡C §Ú¦V¥ªÄ±±o©_©Ç¤°»ò¥i¯à¬O¦p¦¹¦MÀIÃö©ó¤gÄ[ªº¸~¶ô¨Æ? §ÚÁqªÓ¨Ã¥B§â¤gÄ[©ñ¤J§Úªº¶i¦ì³U¤l, «O¦s¦p¤@­Ó¬ö©À«~,µM«á¦b©P³òªº¤s¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¡C ¥L­Ì¬Ý°_¨Ó¡A¦n¹³¥L­Ì¤w¸g³Q¿Ä¤Æ, ¦]¬°¤j®v¥ÛÀY writhed ªº½v±aåP¸¨Ãä,¹³¥L­Ì¤@¼Ëªº¤@¨Ç¬Ý¬O¥Î¬Á¼þ°µ¦¨ªº¡C ¶ÂÂ`¥Û? ¦a¤è¦³¤F¤j®ð: ¶Ë®`,¶Â·t¡C¡C §Ú·Pı¤F¤£¦wªº´H§N¡C Ãö©ó¥¦ªº¬Y¨Æ¥i©È¦a¬O forebidding, ¹³¤@­Ó³QÅÜ¥¼³Qª`·NªºÄµ§i¡C

We left Nibihijash, bound for the seas around Tath La`an. There, we donned scuba gear and dove into the green waters. Tath La`an is a group of tiny islands, thousands of them, separated by stretches of the sea. Multicoloured fish swam in the sunlit water, delighting me with their diversity. We swam out farther, dove deeper. Zarabeth began gesculating excitedly. "Look!" she signed to me, "A milk beast!" / §Ú­ÌÂ÷¶}¤F Nibihijash, ·Ç³Æ«e©¹®ü¬v¦b Tath La ªº©P³ò¤@¡C ¦b¨º¸Ì¡A§Ú­ÌµÛ¤ô¤¤©I§l¾¹¤u¨ã©MÂF¤l¶iºñ¦âªº¤ô°ì¤§¤º¡C Tath La ¤@¬O¤@¸s·¥¤pªº®q, ¼Æ¥H¤d­p¥L­Ì,³Q®ü¬vªº¦ù®i¤À¶}¡C ¦h±m¦âªº³½¦b³Q¤é¥ú·Ó®g¤Fªº¤ô¤¤´åªa,¥Î¥L­Ìªº¦U¦¡¦U¼Ë¨Ï§Ú°ª¿³¡C §Ú­Ì§ó»·ªº´åªa¥X, ¤ñ¸û²`ªºÂF¤l¡C Zarabeth ¿³¾Ä¦a¶}©l¤F gesculating ¡C "¬Ý"! ¦o¹ï§Úñ¸p,"¤@°¦¤û¥¤¯b¬¹"!

I watched in fascination as the great mammal rose from the depths, passing us on its way to the surface. It was large, at least as large as a humpbacked whale, its flukes churning the water, tossing us like leaves in the wind. We surfaced with it, watching the spray blow high into the air, glittering like diamonds. / ·í´Îªº­÷¨Å°Êª«±q²`«×¤W¤Éªº®É­Ô¡A§Ú¦bÅ]¤O¤è­±¬Ý,¦b«e©¹ªí­±ªº³~¤¤¸g¹L§Ú­Ì¡C ¥¦¬O¤jªº,¦Ü¤Ö¹³¤@°¦¾m­IªºÄH¤@¼Ëªº¤j,¥¦ªºÅͰʤôªº¹®­Æ, §ëÂY§Ú­Ì³ßÅw­·ªº¾ð¸­¡C §Ú­Ì¥H¥¦¤É¦Ü¤ô­±,°ª«×¦a¶i¤JªÅ®ð¤§¤º¬Ý¤ôªá§j, ÀéÄê¬Û¦üªºÆp¥Û¡C

"Quickly," Zarabeth signed, "Be ready. When it goes, we go with it, very deep, see more things" She had to sign in baby talk, because I was still unskilled at the manual language. I had Tonola to practice with of course, the deaf woman who was one of my guards, but these things take time. / "«Ü§Ö¦a" ¡A Zarabeth ñ¸p ",·Ç³Æ¦n¡C ·í¥¦¥hªº®É­Ô,§Ú­Ì»P¥¦·f°t ,«D±`²`ªº,¬Ý¨£§ó¦hªº¨Æª«"¦]¬°§Ú¤´µM¬O¤£¼ô½mªº¦b¤H¤uªº»y¨¥¡A©Ò¥H¦o¥²¶·µn¤J¨à»y¡C §Ú¦³¤F Tonola ½m²ß¥Ñ©ó·íµM,¬O§Úªº¦u½Ã¤§¤@ªºÅ¤¤k¤H,¦ý¬O³o¨Ç¨Æª«ªá®É¶¡¡C

The beast sounded, then rose out of the water, lifting us with it. We copied its movements as it dove, lifting its great, shapely flukes out of the waves to flick crystal drops into the sunlight. The wake of its passing dragged us down with it. As we passed into the indigo waters, gloomy with shadow, I worried about the bends. Zarabeth signed reassurance. / ³QÅ¥ªº¯b¬¹,µM«á¤W¤ÉÂ÷¤ô,¥Î¥¦Á|°_§Ú­Ì¡C §Ú­Ì½Æ¦L¤F¥¦ªº¹B°Ê·í°µ¥¦ÂF¤l,Á|°_¥¦ªº¤j®v, ¹³¼Ë¤lªº¹®­Æ±qªi®ö»´¼u¤ô´¹ªº¤U­°¶i¤é¥ú¤§¤º¡C ¥¦ªº³q¹L¦u©]¥H¥¦§â§Ú­Ì©ì«±¡C ·í§Ú­Ì³q¹L¶i¤JµµÂŦ⪺¤ô°ì, §íÆ{ªº¥Ñ©ó¼v¹³¡A§Ú¬°Ås¦±¾á¼~¡C Zarabeth ñ¸p¤F¦w¤ß¡C

There it was, in the gloom, Zarabeth's goal. I mistook it for a coral reef, but it was too regular, too symmetrical. / ¦b®ø¨I¤¤¥¦¨º¸Ì,Zarabeth's ªº¥Ø¼Ð¡C §Ú§â¥¦»~»{¬°¬À·ä·tÁG¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¤Ó³W«hªº,¤Ó¹ïºÙ¡C

It was a ruined city. / ¥¦¬O¤@®y·´·Àªº«°¥«¡C

Crumbled, decaying buildings lay at odd angles, their windows long crushed out of them. Tiny fish flickered in and out. Some of the buildings had the same, ropy look as the mountains surrounding / ±Y¼ì, °I°h«Ø¿vª«¥H©_¼Æªº¨¤«×©ñ¸m,¥L­Ìªºµ¡¤á´÷±æÀ£¯}Â÷¥L­Ì¡C ·¥¤pªº³½°{°Ê¦b©M¦b¥~¡C ¤@¨Ç«Ø¿vª«¦³¤F¤@¼Ëªº, ¦p¤sªº¦¨ÂHµ·ªº¯«±¡©P³òªº
Nibihijash, while others had white sillhouettes burned onto them. As I looked around, straining to see through the indigo shadows, I saw that the city stretched for miles. It was beginning to dawn on me what I was seeing. / Nibihijash,·í¨ä¥¦¦b¥L­Ì¤§¤W¿U¿N¥Õ¦âªº sillhouettes ªº®É­Ô¡C ·í§Ú¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý, ³Ò²Ö¸g¹LµµÂŦ⪺¼v¹³¬Ý¨£,§Ú¬Ý¨£«°¥«¬°­ù¦ù®i¡C ¥¦¥¿¦b¹ï¦b§Ú¤Wªº¯}¾å¶}©l§Ú©Ò¥¿¦b¬Ý¨£ªº¡C

We poked around some more, viewing artifacts, implements, ruined household suites, seeing how the people had lived -- and died. A few skeletons remained, picked clean of flesh. Some few were charred, the bones blackened and bubbled. Then Zarabeth indicated we'd be best to surface, before we could succumb to the bends. / §Ú­Ì¦bªþªñ¼·¶}¦A¦h¤@¨Ç,¬Ý¤H¤u«~¡A¤u¨ã¡A·´·Àªº®a®xÀH­û, ¬Ý¨£¤H­Ì¦p¦ó¤w¸g©~¦í -- ¦Ó¥B¦º¡C «O«ùªº¤@¨Ç°©Àf, ¬D¿ï°®²bªº¦×¡C ¤@¨Ç¤Ö¼Æªº³Q¿NµJ,°©ÀY¨Ï¦Ó¥BÅܶ°_ªw¡C µM«á Zarabeth «ü¥X¤F§Ú­Ì±N·|¬O³Ì¦n¤É¦Ü¤ô­±,¦b§Ú­Ì¥i¥H©}±q¨ìÅs¦±¤§«e¡C

The lightening coloured layers of the sea gladdened me. I was happy to be leaving such a horrible place, glad to see the pretty fish who swam close to investigate me. I was petting (!) a beautiful magenta and lemon creature when my eye caught something moving off into the distance. I stared after it, certain I was seeing things. But then it was lost to the gloom and I never did get a clear view of it. / ¨ºÂI«G®ü¬vªº±m¦â¼h¨Ï³ß®®¤F§Ú¡C §Ú¬O§Ö¼ÖÂ÷¶}¤@­Ó¦p¦¹¥i©Èªº¦a¤è, °ª¿³ªº¬Ý¨£±µªñ¦a´åªa½Õ¬d§Úªºº}«G³½¡C §Ú¥¿¦bÃd·R (!) ¬üÄRªº¬õµµ¦â©MÂfÂcªº¥Íª«·í§Úªº²´·ú®·®»¤F¬Y¨Æ¶i¤J¶ZÂ÷¤§¤ºÂ÷¶}ªº®É­Ô¡C §Úª`µø¦b¥¦¤§«á, ½T©wªº§Ú¥¿¦b¬Ý¨£¨Æª«¡C ¦ý¬OµM«á¥¦¹ï®ø¨I³Q¥¢¥h¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú±q¤£½T¹ê¦³¥¦ªº²M·¡µø³¥¡C

We returned to the wharf and I looked around at the other islands, noticing how close together they were. Tath La`an had the same forbidding atmosphere as Nibihijash. / §Ú­Ì¦^¨ì½XÀY¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¦b¨ä¥L®q¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý, ª`·N¦p¦óµ²§ô¤@°_¥L­Ì¬O¡C Tath La ³Q¦³ªº¤@¼Ë¦p Nibihijash ªº¥i©È¤j®ð¡C

Llangastram was next, in a desert zone. The sands with their oases ended, looking for all the world like a beach upon which lapped the tide. But this was no tide. This was a thirty-mile radius sheet of fused sand, glass. The glare was blinding and my eyes streamed, trying to protect my sight. Zarabeth indicated a section for me to view. / ¦b¤@­Ó¯îíuªº¦a°ì¤¤ Llangastram ¬O¤U¤@­Ó¡C ©M¥L­Ìªº³Qµ²§ô,¦b¨º¤@­Ó­«Å|¤F¼é¤§¤W§ä´M©Ò¦³ªº¥@¬É³ßÅw®üÅyªº oases ªº¨F¤l¡C ¦ý¬O³o¤£¬O¼é¡C ³o¬O¿Ä¦X¨F¤l¡A¬Á¼þªº¤T¤Q­ù¥b®|±i¡C °{Ä£¥ú¬O¸H¥Û¤l¡A¦Ó¥B§Úªº²´·ú¬y¥X, ¹Á¸Õ«OÅ@§Úªºµø¤O¡C Zarabeth «ü¥X¤F¤@­Ó³¡¤ÀÅý§Ú¬Ý¡C
There, the light refracting off the surface was interrupted, letters etched into the glass. / ¦b¨º¸Ì¡A¨Ï§é®g¦bªí­±¥~ªº¥ú³Q¥´Â_,«H¶i¤J¬Á¼þ¤§¤º»k¨è¡C

They were names. Name of species, plant, animal... More than.. ten thousand? At a wild guess.. Too many. This was the final piece to the puzzle and I sat down in the sand, dumbfounded, shocked and awed by the immensity of the truth. / ¥L­Ì¬O¦W¦r¡C «~ºØ¡A¤u¼t¡A°Êª«ªº¦W¦r¡C¡C¡C ¶W¹L¡C¡C ¤@¸U? ¦b¤@­Ó³¥©Êªº²q´ú¡C¡C ¤Ó³\¦h¡C ³o¬O¹ïÁ¼ÃDªº³Ì«á¶ô¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú§¤¦b¨F¤l¸Ì,À~, ¾_°Ê©M·P¨ì·q¬ÈªºÂǵۨƹꪺµL­­¡C

I looked back at the oasis of trees and animals behind us. / §Ú¦^¬Ý¦b§Ú­Ì«á­±ªº¾ð©M°Êª«ªººñ¬w¡C

"How?" I asked. / "¦p¦ó"? §Ú°Ý¡C

"We made them," then she explained. / "§Ú­Ì»s³y¤F¥L­Ì",µM«á¦o¸ÑÄÀ¡C

The chunk of soil from Nibihijash -- it was the site of a nuclear impact, one which had disintegrated several mountains, replacing them with the bowl-shaped valley, melting the faces of the surrounding peaks. Nibihijash had stopped reacting to the Giger counters some hundred years ago, the full lives of the radioactive compounds finally over, the compounds finally disinterred into safe materials. / ¨Ó¦Û Nibihijash ªº¤gÄ[¤j¶ô -- ¥¦¬O®Ö¤lªº½ÄÀ»¦ì¸m, ¤@­Ó¤w¸g¤À¸Ñ¤@¨Ç¤s,¥H¸J§Îªº¤s¨¦§ó´«¥L­Ì,º²¤Æªº©P³ò®pÅqªºÁy¡C Nibihijash ¤w¸g°±¤î²£¥Í¤ÏÀ³»´«K°¨¨®¦~¥H«e¨î¤î¤@¨Ç¦Ê, ©ñ®g©Êªº²V¦Xª«ªº§¹¾ã¥Í©R³Ì«áµ²§ô¡A²V¦Xª«³Ì«á¶i¤J¦w¥þªº§÷®Æ¤§¤º±¸¥X¡C
Nibihijash was a reclamation project, determining if the land could be recovered, if the foods produced there were safe for consumption. / Nibihijash ¬O¤@­ÓÁB¥¿­pµe, ¨M©w¦pªG¤g¦a¥i¯à³Q§ä¦^,¦pªG³Q¥Í²£¨º¸Ìªº­¹ª«¹ï®ø¶O¬O¦w¥þªº¡C
Nibihijash had succeeded for close to a century -- soon, it would be declared a success, and other, similar sites would be opened to reclamation. / Nibihijash ¤w¸g¬°¹ï¥@¬öªºµ²§ô¦¨¥\ -- «Ü§Ö¡A¥¦±N·|³Q«Å§G¦¨¥\, ©M¨ä¥Lªº,¬Û¦üªº¦ì¸m±N·|¹ïÁB¥¿¶}©ñ¡C

Tath La`an is all that remains of the continent of the same name. It had been a major target, and the blasts had rocked the continent to its base in the magma of the planet's mantle, crumbling its bedrock foundations, breaking it apart, sinking it. A real-life Atlantis, leaving only scattered islands and ruins beneath the waves. / Tath La ¤@¬O©Ò¦³ªº¬Û¦P¦W¦rªº¤j³°¿òÀe¡C ¥¦¤w¸g¬O¤@­Ó¥D­nªº¥Ø¼Ð¡A¦Ó¥B¯e­·¤w¸g·n°Ê¹ï¦æ¬Pªº¦a²[©¥¼ßªº¥¦°ò¦ªº¤j³°,±Y¼ì¥¦ªº©¥§É°ò¦¡A¤À§O¦a¥´¯}¥¦¡A¨I¨S¥¦¡C ¤@­Ó¹ê¦bªº¨È¯SÄõ´£´µ, Â÷¶}¥u¦³¦bªi®ö¤§¤UªºÂ÷´²®q©M·´·À¡C

This place, Llangastram -- the Plain of IceFire. It was not always a desert. The names carved into the glass were the names of the plants and animal species that had been lost to Spectra's nuclear nightmare. / ³o¤@­Ó¦a¤è, Llangastram-- IceFire ªº¥­­ì¡C ¥¦¤£Á`¬O¤@­Ó¨Fºz¡C ¦³ÀJ¨èªº¦W¦r¶i¤J¬Á¼þ¤§¤º¬O¤u¼t©M¤w¸g³Q¥¢¥h¨ìÀWÃЪº®Ö¤l¹ÚÆLªº°Êª««~ºØªº¦W¦r¡C
Over a third of the life that now thrived on the planet had been engineered by the Spectrans: The fast-growing trees they used for firewood, the fowl they raised for eggs and meat, the great whales who gave them milk, even the pollution-metabolizing houseplants they kept in their homes, all of them had been created for the needs of a wounded planet. All of them tailored, spliced, edited, altered. / ´N¤T¤À¤§¤@ªº²{¦b¦b¦æ¬P¤WÁcºaªº¥Í¬¡¤w¸g³Q Spectrans ³]­p: ÂN§Ù- ¦¨ªøªº¾ð¥L­Ì³Q¬°¤ì®ã¨Ï¥Î, ³¾¥L­Ì¬°³J©M¦×¡Aµ¹¤©¤F¥L­Ì¤û¥¤ªº´ÎÄH¤É°_, ¬Æ¦Ü¨Ïª«½è¥æ´À¦Ã¬Vªº«Ç¤º¬Ö®â´Óª«¥L­Ì¦b¥L­Ìªº®a¤¤«O«ù,¥L­Ì¥þ³¡³£¤w¸g³Q¬°¨ü¶Ëªº¦æ¬P»Ý­n³Ð³y¡C ¥L­Ì¥þ³¡³£Á_»s,±µ¦X,½s¿è,§ïÅÜ¡C

They took; now they gave back. / ¥L­Ì®³; ²{¦b¥L­ÌÂkÁÙ¡C

They had survived, but at an enormous cost. / ¥L­Ì¤w¸gÄ~Äò¥Í¦s, ¦ý¬O¦b¥¨¤jªº¶O¥Î¡C

It was nearly a thousand years ago. / ¥¦´X¥G¦b¤d¦~¥H«e¡C

* * * / ***

Zarabeth took me to other, less staggering places on the planet. We saw the vinyards of Talos, the legume plantations of Za, the ice fishers of Upper Feidhleich, the dairy herders of Tath La`an and the coastal country of Nakaht. The last place she showed me was the rocky, chill cliffs of Magh Mha\ra, in Lower Feileidh, where Taigh Nan Ro\n was being constructed in the forests of Taighreach Mountain. / Zarabeth ®³§Úµ¹¨ä¥¦,¦b¦æ¬P¤Wªº¤ñ¸û¤£·n®Ì±ý­Ë¦a¤è¡C §Ú­Ì¬Ý¨£ Talos ªº vinyards ¡A Za ªº¨§Ãþ¯Ñ¦a¡A¤W­± Feidhleich ªº¦Bº®¤Ò¡A Tath La ªº¨Å¹T«~ªª¤H¤@©M Nakaht ªº®ü©¤°ê®a¡C ¨º³Ì«á¦w¸m¦oÅã¥Ü¡A§Ú¬O Magh Mha\ ra ªº¦h©¥¥Û¤S´H§NÄa±V,¦b¸û§Cªº Feileidh ¤¤, ¦b­þ¸Ì Taigh Nan Ro\n ¥¿¦b Taighreach ¤sªº´ËªL¤¤³Qºc³y¡C

It took close to an hour to reach on foot. There was no vehicle track, no road, no means of reaching the site by wheels. All of the building equipment had been flown in by hovercraft, the Spectran answer to the helicopter. This would be Zoltar's new home -- it was plain he wanted his privacy. / ¥¦¦b 1 ¤p®Éªºªþªñ®³¨«¸ô¨ì¹F¡C ¨S¦³¨®½ø­y¹D,¨S¦³¹D¸ô,¨ì¹F½ü¤lªº¦ì¸m¨S¦³¤èªk¡C ©Ò¦³ªº«Ø¿vª«»ö¾¹³£¤w¸g³Q­¸¦b³Q hovercraft,Spectran ª½ª@¾÷ªºµª®×¡C ³o±N·|¬O Zoltar's ªº·s®a -- ¥¦¬O¥L·Q­n¥LªºÁô¨p¥­­ì¡C

We watched as the workers installed the new sheets of transparant spiridium, that miracle of technology that would allow Zoltar to have windows; windows he needn't be masked to view. The house was still a frame, walled only by the sheets of spiridium, which would be covered in panelling. This was a great undertaking, the building of this completely Spirit-proof house. It was a small cottage, just right for one. / ·í¤u¤H¦w¸Ë¤F transparant spiridium ªº·s±i¡A±N·|¤¹³\ Zoltar ¦³µ¡¤áªº§Þ³N¨º¤@­Ó©_Âݪº®É­Ô¡A§Ú­Ì¬Ý; ¥L»Ý­nªºµ¡¤á¤£¬OÀ¹°²­±¨ã¬Ý¡C ©Ð¤l¤´µM¬O¤@­ÓÅé®æ, ³Q spiridium ªº±i¥u¦³Àð¾À, ±N·|¦b´OªO¤¤³Q²[»\¡C ³o¬O¤@¶µ´Îªº¨Æ·~¡A³o´É§¹¥þºë¯«- ÃÒ©úªº©Ð¤l«Ø¿vª«¡C ¥¦¬O¤@¶¡¤pªº¤p«Î, ¶È¶È¥¿½T¦a¬°¤@¡C

Zarabeth pointed to the trees, one by one, telling me their names and their properties. The wood cut down to clear the space for the house would not be wasted: Some was being used in the construction of the cottage, some would be used to fuel the new stove and fireplace. There were many herbs growing wild in the wood: Some had medicinal properties (Spectra's medical system made use of everything from accupuncture to herbs to synthesized drugs -- if it healed, it was used), others were flavoursome, still others edible as vegetables, yet more useful for the preparation and preservation of cloth. Another greenhouse would be constructed, and another garden. A windmill was situated in the wind tunnel produced by a valley a mile over; it turned the generators, which produced so much power it supplied nearly all of the needs of the construction devices. It would be more than enough to supply the house. / Zarabeth «ü¦V¾ð, ¤@¤@ÂI¤§«e,§i¶D§Ú¥L­Ìªº¦W¦r©M¥L­Ìªº°]²£¡C ¦]¬°©Ð¤l±N¤£³Q®ö¶O¡A¤ì§÷´î§C²M°£ªÅ¶¡: ¤@¨Ç¬O³Q¥Î©ó¤p«Îªº«Ø¿v,¤@¨Ç±N·|¥Î¨Ó±À°Ê·sªº¤õÄl©M¾ÀÄl¡C ¦³¦b¤ì§÷¼W¥[³¥©Êªº³\¦hÃįó: ¤@¨Ç¦³Âå¾Çªº°]²£ ( §Q¥Î¨C¥ó¨Æª«ªºÀWÃÐÂå¾Çªº¨t²Î±q¨ìÃÄ¯óªº accupuncture ¨ìºî¦XÃÄ -- ¦pªG¥¦ªv¡,¥¦³Q¨Ï¥Î),¨ä¥¦¬O flavoursome, µM¦Ó¨ä¥¦­¹«~¦p½­µæ,¤´µM¹ï©ó·Ç³Æ©M¥¬®Æªº«O¦s¬O§ó¦³¥Îªº¡C ¥t¤@­Ó·Å«Ç±N·|³Qºc³y, ©M¥t¤@­Óªá¶é¡C ¤@®y­·¨®¦ì©óµ²§ô³Q¤s¨¦¤@­ù¥Í²£ªº­·¬}; ¥¦Âà¤Fµo¹q¾÷,¥Í²£¤F¥¦´X¥G¨ÑÀ³«Ø¿v¸Ë¸mªº©Ò¦³»Ý­nªº³o»ò¦h¹q·½¡C ¥¦±N·|¤£¥u¬O¥R¨¬¨ÑÀ³©Ð¤l¡C

We walked over to the bluff and looked down at the sea. The drop was sheer, only one steep, narrow access way to the rocky beach below. Out of the wall of rock spilled a waterfall of fresh water, from an underground stream that would supply the house. I stared out over the grey sea, shivering in the chill wind that blew off the billows. / §Ú­Ì¨«¨ìÂ_±V¦Ó¥B©¹¤U¬Ý®ü¬v¡C ¤U­°¬Oµ´¹ïªº,¥u¦³®û,¦b¤U­±ÁY¤p³q¸ô¨ì¦h©¥¥Ûªº®üÅy¸ô¡C ±q©¥¥ÛªºÀð¾À·¸¥X¤F¤@®y²H¤ôªºÂr¥¬,±q¤@±ø¦a¤Uªº±N·|¨ÑÀ³©Ð¤lªº¤ô¬y¡C §Ú¹M¤Î¦Ç¦âªº®ü¬vª`µø¥X,¦b´H§Nªº§j¨«¥¨®öªº­·¤¤Å¸§Ý¡C
Something surfaced, dove, out there in the waves. I couldn't be sure of what I had seen. It seemed too unreal. / ¬Y¨Æ¤É¦Ü¤ô­±,ÂF¤l,¦bªi®ö¤¤ªº¦V¨ºÃä¡C §ÚµLªk½T©w§Ú¤w¸g¬Ý¨ìªº¡C ¥¦¦ü¥G¤Ó¤£¯u¥¿¡C

This would be Taigh Nan Ro\n, the House of the Seals. I didn't know how I knew the meaning of the name. / ³o±N·|¬O Taigh Nan Ro\ n ¡A¦L³¹ªº²³Ä³°|¡C §Ú¨S¦³ª¾¹D§Ú¦p¦óª¾¹D¤F¦W¦rªº·N¸q¡C

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From the WatchWords BBS: / ±q¤f¥O¹q¤l§G§iÄæ¨t²Î:

Main Channel Participants Besides YOU: Eldara, Kitnit, Devil Star, / °£¤F§A¥H¥~ªº¥D­n³¡¥÷ÀW¹D°Ñ¥[ªÌ: Eldara ¡A Kitnit ¡AÅ]°­¬P,
Mandragora and Geos / Mandragora ©M Geos

Yep, 500 years ago that soil could kill you. / Yep,¦b 500 ¦~¥H«e¨º¤gÄ[¥i¥H±þ§A¡C

Kitnit>> just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.. / Kitnit>>¥u¬O¤@°Í¿}À°§UÃĤU¨Ó¡C¡C

the medicine go doooooooown.. medicine go down.. / ÃÄ¥h doooooooown ¡C¡C ÃĤU¨Ó¡C¡C

Eldara>> are you ever going to stop singing that? / Eldara>>´¿¸g¬O§A¥h°±¤î°Û¨º?

/s,man: there's a lot of weird things on this world.. / /s,¨k¤H: ¦³¦b³o¤@­Ó¥@¬É¤Wªº³\¦h©Ç²§ªº¨Æª«¡C¡C

-sent ONLY to Mandragora- / -¥u°e¨ì Mandragora-

** Kitnit is bowing humbly to Eldara ** / ** Kitnit ¥¿¦bÁ¾»¹¦a¦V Eldara Áù°` **

** Mandragora is clobbering Kitnit with a rubber skink ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b¥Î¤@­Ó¾ó¥Ö¤p»h»iµh¥´ Kitnit**

I liked the scene in the bank, I thought that was quite funny. / §Ú¦b»È¦æ¤¤³ßÅw²{³õ, §Ú·Q¤F¨º¬Û·í¦n¯º¡C

Is that how things are on your world? / ¨º¬O¨Æª«¦p¦ó¦b§Aªº¥@¬É¤W¶Ü?

Kitnit>> oo beat me, hit me, make me write bad cheques, you skinky man! / Kitnit>>oo Ãø­Ë§Ú,¸I¼²§Ú,¨Ï§Ú¼gÃaªº¤ä²¼, §A skinky °t³Æ¤H¤â!

Mandragora>> He's off... / Mandragora>>¥L¬O¨«¶}¡C¡C¡C

I could say the same about yours, y'know.. / §Ú¥i¥HÃö©ó§Aªº»¡¤@¼Ëªº,y'know¡C¡C

/s,kit: were, not are.. things were like that around the turning of the 19th to the 20th centuries. / /s,°t®M: ¬O, ¤£¬O¡C¡C ¨Æª«¦b²Ä 19 ­Óªº±ÛÂà©P³ò¹³¨º¨ì 20 ¥@¬ö¡C

-sent ONLY to Kitnit- / -¥u°e¨ì Kitnit-

/s,man: I saw something.. I don't know if I should mention it.. / /s,¨k¤H: §Ú¬Ý¨£¬Y¨Æ¡C¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¬O§_¸U¤@§Ú´£¨ì¥¦¡C¡C

-sent ONLY to Mandragora- / -¥u°e¨ì Mandragora-

Geos>> YOU'RE off, drag, fuckin' asshole.. / Geos>>§A¬O»·ªº,©ì©Ô,fuckin'§¾²´¡C¡C

** Mandragora is kissing Geos lightly on the cheek ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦bÀU¤W»´»´ªº§k Geos**

** Kitnit is laughing at Geos ** / ** Kitnit ¥¿¦b¯º Geos**

Eldara>> .ign geos / Eldara>>.ign geos

Eldara>> shit. / Eldara>>ÁT¡C

Geos>> bitch. / Geos>>¥Àª¯¡C

what did you see? / §A¬Ý¨£¤°»ò?

/s,man: umm... no, it sounds stupid.. i probably imagined it. / /s,¨k¤H: umm¡C¡C¡C ¤£¡A¥¦Å¥°_¨Ó·MÄø¡C¡C i ¥i¯à·Q¹³¤F¥¦¡C

-sent ONLY to Mandragora- / -¥u°e¨ì Mandragora-

possibly, possibly not. what? / ¥i¯à¦a,¥i¯à¦a¤£¡C ¤°»ò?

Eldara>> is he gone yet? / Eldara>> ¬O¥L¥h?

** Kitnit is shaking his head negatively at Eldara ** / ** Kitnit ¥¿¦b Eldara §_©w¦a·nÀY **

** Devil Star is back and ready to talk ** / ** Å]°­¬P¬O«á­±ªº©M·Ç³Æ¦n»¡¸Ü **

Mandragora>> redev / Mandragora>>redev

Kitnit>> Re devi / Kitnit>>Ãö©ó devi

/s,man: i think i saw a mermaid / /s,¨k¤H: i »{¬°¡A i ¬Ý¨£¤@­Ó¬ü¤H³½

-sent ONLY to Mandragora- / -¥u°e¨ì Mandragora-

Devil Star>> These things are gross. / Å]°­¥Dºt>>³o¨Ç¨Æª«¬OÁ`¦@ªº¡C

you probably did see a mermaid. We have those, you know. Not women with fish tails, but a sapient species of sea mammal, endowed with stereoscopic vision and opposable thumbs. We have a couple of those. / §A¥i¯à½T¹ê¬Ý¨£¤@­Ó¬ü¤H³½¡C §Ú­Ì¦³¨º¨Ç,§Aª¾¹D¡C ¤£¤k¤H»P³½ªþ©ó¨ä«á¡A¦ý¬O¤@­Ó®ü¬v­÷¨Å°Êª«ªº¸ËÁo©ú¼Ë«~ºØ,¥H¹êÅéÃ誺µø³¥©M¥i¤Ï¹ïªº©æ«ü®½ÃØ¡C §Ú­Ì¦³¨º¨Çªº¤@¤Ò°ü¡C

Kitnit>> what things? / Kitnit>> ¤°»ò¨Æª«?

** Valender has entered the Teleconference ** / ** Valender ¤w¸g¶i¤J¹q¶Ç·|ij **

Devil Star>> Hi val / Å]°­¥Dºt>> ¶Ù val

/s,man: er.. would one of them happen to be a sort of seal-y looking version? lots of fur like a seal or an otter? (do you know what im talking about?) / /s,¨k¤H: er¡C¡C ±N·|¥L­Ì¤§¤@¸I¥©¬O¤@ºØ¦L³¹- y ¬Ýª©¥»? ³\¦h¤ò¥Ö³ßÅw¦L³¹©Î¤@°¦¤ôá? ( §Aª¾¹D¶Ü¤°»ò im ½Í½×?)

-sent ONLY to Mandragora- / -¥u°e¨ì Mandragora-

Geos>> Io, val! / Geos>>Io,val!

Kitnit>> hi val / Kitnit>> ¶Ù val

hi / ¶Ù

-sent- / -°e-

those are the ro\in.. i think you'd call them selkies. / ¨º¨Ç¬O ro\¦b¡C¡C i »{¬°§A±N·|ºÙ¥L­Ì¬° selkies ¡C

Valender, TO Mandragora>> Sire, there's an urgent message for you at your house. / Valender,¨ì Mandragora>>°¡¤U,¦b§Aªº©Ð¤l¬°§A¦³¤@­Óºò«æªº°T®§¡C

Kitnit>> sh! / Kitnit>>sh!

Eldara>> "sire"? / Eldara>>"°¡¤U"?

sire?? / °¡¤U??

-sent- / -°e-

Mandragora>> aow...! / Mandragora>>aow¡C¡C¡C!

Geos>> whaddya mean "sire"??? / Geos>>whaddya ·N¿× "°¡¤U"???

** Valender looks around at everybody ** / ** Valender ¦b¨C­Ó¤H¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý **

Valender>> Aroo? / Valender>>Aroo?

Mandragora>> thanks val.. / Mandragora>>ÁÂÁÂ val¡C¡C

Sire as in...? / ¨Ï¥Í·í°µ¦b¡C¡C¡C?

-sent- / -°e-

** Kitnit is throttling Valender ** / ** Kitnit ¬Oªý¶ë Valender**

** Mandragora watches as his cover hits the stratosphere ** / ** ·í¥Lªº±»Å@À»¤¤¦P·Å¼hªº®É­Ô¡A Mandragora ¬Ý **

/s,man: ZOLTAR???????????????????????????????? / /s,¨k¤H: ZOLTAR????????????????????????????????

-sent ONLY to Mandragora- / -¥u°e¨ì Mandragora-

Geos>> drag = zoltar?? / Geos>> ©ì©Ô =zoltar??

Mandragora>> the only highlight to this fuckup / Mandragora>>¹ï³o fuckup ªº°ß¤@ºëªö³¡¤À

** Mandragora is leering evilly at Geos ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b Geos ¨¸´c¦a°e¬îªi **

Valender>> I DIDN'T KNOW!!! / Valender>>§Ú¨S¦³ª¾¹D!!!

** Valender is grovelling at Mandragora's feet and begging forgiveness / ** Valender ¦b Mandragora's ªº¸}¬O grovelling ¦Ó¥B½Ð¨D¼e®¤
**

Kitnit>> gimme that skink... / Kitnit>> gimme ¨º¤@­Ó¤p»h»i¡C¡C¡C

** Kitnit is clobbering Valender with a rubber skink ** / ** Kitnit ¥¿¦b¥Î¤@­Ó¾ó¥Ö¤p»h»iµh¥´ Valender**

It was fun while it lasted.... / ·í¥¦«ùÄòªº®É­Ô¡A¥¦¬O¼Ö½ì....

/s,man: you mean all this time...?? YOU??? / /s,¨k¤H: §A³o¦¸·N¿×¥þ³¡¡C¡C¡C?? §A???

-sent ONLY to Mandragora- / -¥u°e¨ì Mandragora-

Geos>> ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitSHIT!!!!! / Geos>>ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitSHIT!!!!!

Mandragora>> remember that promotion you keep harping on about, geos? / Mandragora>> °O±o§AÄ~Äò¼u«µ½Ýµ^ªº¨º®Ê¤É¦bÃö©ó¤§¤W,geos?

me. / §Ú¡C

/s,man: and on Atom Bomb?? / /s,¨k¤H: ¦Ó¥B¦b­ì¤l¬µ¼u¤W??

-sent ONLY to Mandragora- / -¥u°e¨ì Mandragora-

Geos>> uh huh........... / Geos>> uh ­ó!...........

Geos>> its fucked, isn't it / Geos>> ¥¦ªº©Ê¥æ,¤£¬O¥¦

Mandragora>> thats what happens to bad little boys who forget their manners / Mandragora>> ¨º§Ñ°O¥L­ÌªºÂ§»ªÃa¤p¨k«Äµo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ

** Kitnit is rolling on the floor laughing his head off ** / ** Kitnit ¥¿¦b¦aªO¤Wºu°Ê¨«¶}¯º¥LªºÀY **

** Valender is crying his eyes out ** / ** Valender ¥¿¦b¥~­úª_¥Lªº²´·ú **

/s,man: oh my god! / /s,¨k¤H: ªí¥ÜÅå³Y§Úªº¯«!

-sent ONLY to Mandragora- / -¥u°e¨ì Mandragora-

sh! :) / sh! :)

whoops, something's come up, gotta run / ¶^­Ë®É³Û¥XªºÁn­µ,¬Y¨Æµo¥Í ,¥²¶·¶]

-sent- / -°e-

** Kitnit is waving to YOU ** / ** Kitnit ¥¿¦b¹ï§A´§»R **

** Mandragora is bowing to YOU most humbly ** / ** Mandragora ¥¿¦b³ÌÁ¾»¹¦a¦V§AÁù°` **

hug mandra / ¾Ö©ê mandra

-==Action Sent==- / -==¦æ°Ê°e==-

=x

NO CARRIER / ¨S¦³¹B°eªÌ

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Good God. Hasn't this been a time of revelations? Mandragora's pretty much admitted that he came onto the Atom Bomb BBS specifically looking for Mark and I, the two G-Force contacts known to be on the board. / ¦n¤W«Ò¡C ³oÁÙ¨S¬O´¦ÅSªº®É­Ô¶Ü? Mandragora's «D±`©Ó»{¤F¥L©ú½T¦a¦b­ì¤l¬µ¼u¹q¤l§G§iÄæ¨t²Î¤§¤W¨Ó§ä´M°¨§J©M§Ú , ¤G G- ¤O¶q³Qª¾¹D¦b¸³¨Æ·|¤Wªº³sµ¸¡C
He's been leaking information to us for close to a year. We had always suspected him to be quite high up in the Spectran organization, but it never once dawned on us that it might be Zoltar himself! Sabotaging his own missions? Why? Then again, having met the Spirit... / ¥L¤w¸g¬°µ²§ô¹ï§Ú­Ìº|¸ê®Æ¨ì¤@¦~¡C §Ú­Ì¤w¸g³QÁ`¬O²q·Q¥L¦b Spectran ²Õ´¤¤¦V¤W¬Û·í°ª¡A¦ý¬O¥¦±q¤£´¿¸g¨Ï§Ú­Ì«éµM¤j®©¥¦¥i¯à¬O Zoltar ¥L¦Û¤v! »W·N¯}Ãa¥L¦Û¤vªº¥ô°È? ¬°¤°»ò? ¦A¤@¦¸µM«á, ¦³¸I¨ìºë¯«¡C¡C¡C

The people I met during my time with Zarabeth were of two minds. Those who were loyal to the Spirit were easy to spot -- egotistical, elitist, they reminded me of the Nazi Germans. I almost expected them to shout / ¤H§Ú¦b§Úªº®É¶¡´Á¶¡¥H Zarabeth ¨£­±¬O¤G¤ß¡C ¨º¨Ç¹ïºë¯«¬O©¾¸Ûªº¤H¬O®e©ö»{¥X -- ¦Û§Ú¥»¦ìªº,Àu¨q¤H§÷,¥L­Ì¨Ï§Ú·Q°_¯ÇºéÄÒªº¼w°ê¤H¡C §Ú´X¥G´Á±æ¤F¥L­Ì©I³Û
"Heil Zoltar" or some such. The other people.. it was less easy to see where their loyalties lay, except to each other and to the earth. / "Heil Zoltar" ©Î¤@¨Ç¦p¦¹ªº¡C ¨ä¥L¤H¡C¡C ¬Ý¨£¥L­Ìªº©¾¸Û©ñ¸mªº¦a¤è¬O¤ñ¸û¤£®e©ö, °£¤F¹ï©¼¦¹©M¦a²y¤§¥~¡C
They cared about their work, taking great pleasure in it. They enjoyed showing me what they did, how they did it. The farmers spilled over with joy to show me the soil, the seedlings, when they hoped to harvest. At the vinyards, I was treated to many tastes of the wines, toured the facilities, saw the great pleasure the people took in their work. How they felt about the Luminous One, about the attacks on / ¥L­ÌÃö¤ß¥L­Ìªº¤u§@,¦b¥¦¸Ì­±±Ä¨ú«Ü¤jªº§Ö¼Ö¡C ¥L­Ì³ßÅwÅã¥Ü§Ú¥L­Ì©Ò°µªº,¥L­Ì°µ¤F¥¦ªº¤è¦¡¡C ·í¥L­Ì§Æ±æ¦¬³Îªº®É­Ô¹A¤Òµ²§ô¥HÅw³ß·¸¥Xµ¹§Ú¬Ý¤gÄ[¡A­]¤ì¡C ¦b vinyards ¡A§Ú¹ï³\¦h¸²µå°sªº«~À|³Q¹ï«Ý,¹CÄý¤F³]³Æ,¬Ý¨£¤H±µ¨ü¥L­Ìªº¤u§@«Ü¤jªº§Ö¼Ö¡C ¥L­Ì¦p¦óı±oµo¥ú¤@,Ãö©ó
Earth.. I couldn't say. They outnumbered the obvious loyalists by three to one. / ¦a²y¡C¡C §ÚµLªk»¡¡C ¥L­Ì¤T¨ì¤@¤§«e¼Æ¥Ø¶W¹L¤F©úÅ㪺©¾¸ÛªÌ¡C

As I waited for Mala, I thought about Zarabeth herself. Something nagged at me about her. Something about her was out of place, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The door chimed and I put the thought on the back burner. / ·í§Úµ¥­Ô Mala ªº®É­Ô,§Ú·Q Zarabeth ¦o¦Û¤v¡C ¬Y¨ÆÃö©ó¦o¦b§Ú¤£Â_¦a¼G¥o´o¤H¡C Ãö©ó¦oªº¬Y¨Æ¤£«ê·í¡A¦ý¬O§ÚµLªk§â§Úªº¤â«ü©ñ¦b¥¦¡C ªù»ï¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú§â·Qªk©ñ¦b«á­±ªº¤õÄl¡C

Mala had been sent to bring me.. somewhere. She wouldn't say where, only that my presence was requested. Why, she wouldn't, or couldn't, say. / Mala ¤w¸g³Q°e¥h±a§Ú¡C¡C ¬Y³B¡C ¦o±N¤£»¡¦b­þ¸Ì, ¥u¦³¨º§Úªº¥X²{³Q½Ð¨D¡C ¬°¤°»ò, ¦o±N·|¤£, ©ÎµLªk,»¡¡C

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The cavern is monstrous and smells of tin and milk. We had to walk, and climb, many miles to reach it. It is a natural cavern, the stream that carved it audible, though not visible. / ¥¨¥Þ¬O¥¨¤jªº©M¿ü©M¤û¥¤ªº¨ý¹D¡C §Ú­Ì¥²¶·¨«, ¦Ó¥BÃkµn, ³\¦h­ù¨ì¹F¥¦¡C ¥¦¬O¤@­Ó¦ÛµM¥¨¥Þ¡A¤ô¬y¨º¦³ÀJ¨èªº¥¦Å¥±o¨£ªº, ÁöµM¤£¬O¬Ý±o¨£¡C

The chamber is lit, both by torches and artificial lighting. Slowly more people are admitted. At each marker, long before we reached the cavern itself, we were interrogated, questioned by verdicator. They wanted to know if we were loyalists. I was puzzled, and the verdicator confirmed the truth of my negative response. Seven times we were questioned. They seemed to know Mala, yet they questioned her too. / ·|ij«Ç³Qµo«G, ¨âªÌªº³Q¤õ§â©M¤H³yªº·Ó©ú¡C ºCºC¦a§ó¦hªº¤H³Q©Ó»{¡C ¦b¨C­Ó§@°O¸¹ªº¤H, ´÷±æ§Ú­Ì¨ì¹F¤F¥¨¥Þ¥»¨­¤§«e¡A§Ú­Ì³Q½è°Ý,³Q verdicator ¸ß°Ý¡C ¬O§_§Ú­Ì¬O©¾¸ÛªÌ¡A¥L­Ì·Q­nª¾¹D¡C §Ú³Q§x´b¡A¦Ó¥B verdicator ½T»{¤F§Úªº§_©w¦^À³ªº¨Æ¹ê¡C ¤C¦¸§Ú­Ì³Q¸ß°Ý¡C ¥L­Ì¦ü¥Gª¾¹D Mala,µM¦Ó¥L­Ì¤]¸ß°Ý¤F¦o¡C

More people are admitted. I recognised A`idhrig, then Tonala, the deaf woman, and a couple of ice fishers from Upper Fheidhleich. I waved. / §ó¦hªº¤H³Q©Ó»{¡C §Ú¿ë»{¥X¤@idhrig, µM«á¨Ó¦Û¤W­±ªº Fheidhleich ªº Tonala ¡AŤªº¤k¤H©M¨â­Ó¦Bº®¤Ò¡C §Ú´§»R¡C
They waved back, looking surprised, and happy, to see me. A stir preceded Zoltar's entrance. He came to sit beside us. / ¥L­Ì¦V«á¦a´§»R,¬Ý°_¨ÓÅå³Y, ©M§Ö¼Öªº, ¨£§Ú¡C ÅͰʦb Zoltar's ªº¤J¤f¤§«e¤F¡C ¥L¨Ó¦b§Ú­Ì®ÇÃ䧤¡C

"You're Mandragora?" I whispered, still shocked. / "§A¬O Mandragora"? §Ú¦Õ»y,¤´µM¾_°Ê¡C

He smiled, then whispered "Later." / ¥L·L¯º,µM«á "¤ñ¸û¿ðªº" ¦Õ»y.

More shuffling as more people entered. Mala was arranging a stack of papers, conferencing with a couple of other people. There were people with what looked like instrument packages, others with notebook computers, still more just standing around. / §ó©ì¦²¦p§ó¦hªº¤H¶i¤J¡C Mala ¥¿¦b¦w±Æ¯Èªº°ïÅ|,©M¨ä¥L¤Hªº¤Ò°ü·|ij¡C ¦³¤H¥Ñ©ó¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤u¨ã¥]»q¤@¼Ë, ¦³µ§°O«¬¹q¸£ªº¨ä¥¦,¤´µM§ó¶È¶È¦bªþªñ¯¸¥ß¡C

"What is this?" I whispered to Zoltar. / "³o¬O¤°»ò"? §Ú¦Õ»y¨ì Zoltar ¡C

"You'll see." / "§A±N¬Ý¨£" ¡C

"Why do they want me? And who are 'they', anyways?" / " ¥L­Ì¬°¤°»ò·Q­n§Ú? ¦Ó¥B '¥L­Ì' ¬O½Ö,µL½×¦p¦ó?"

"You'll see." / "§A±N¬Ý¨£" ¡C

"You're not being very helpful," I snapped. A murmur of laughter went around the chamber. Zoltar just smiled and patted my hand. / "§A¤£¬O«Ü¦³À°§U",§Ú«rÂ_¡C ¯ºªº§C»y¨«¨Ó¨«¥h·|ij«Ç¡C Zoltar ­è­è·L¯º¦Ó¥B»´©ç¤F§Úªº¤â¡C

Finally, there was a commotion as an aged woman, carrying a huge, old book entered the cavern. She stared out over the assembly, her eyes picking out Zoltar, Mala.. she smiled faintly. She spotted other people, evidently notables in her estimation, for she smiled at them too. Then her eyes rested on me. / ³Ì«á,¦³Ä̰ʦp¤@­Ó¦~¦Ñªº¤k¤H,Äâ±a¤@¥»·¥¤j¤Sªº®Ñ¶i¤J¤F¥¨¥Þ¡C ¦o¦b¶°·|¤§¤Wª`µø¥X,¥X¦Û Zoltar ¡A Mala ªº¦o²´·úºK¡C¡C ¦o·L®z¦a·L¯º¡C ¦o¬Ý¨£¤F¨ä¥Lªº¤H,©úÅã¦a¦oªº§PÂ_µÛ¦W¤H¤h,¹ï©ó¦o¤]¦b¥L­Ì·L¯º¡C µM«á¦oªº²´·ú¥õ¿à§Ú¡C

"An e seo am boirreanach Talmhainn?" she asked Zoltar in Lower / "e seo ¬O boirreanach Talmhainn"? ¦oÁÜ Zoltar ¶i¨Ó¤ñ¸û§Cªº
Feileidh. The words were hauntingly familiar, yet I couldn't place why. / Feileidh¡C ¦r¤£©ö§ÑÃh¼ô±x, µM¦Ó§ÚµLªk¦a¤è¬°¤°»ò¡C

"'S e" he responded / "'S e"¥L¦^À³

She turned to me, "A bheil Ga\idhlig agaibh?" / ¦o¨D§U©ó§Ú,"bheil Ga\idhlig agaibh"?

Zoltar was about to answer again, but I waved him silent, my eyes starting out of my head. *I had understood her!* / Zoltar ¥¿­n¦A¤@¦¸¦^µª¡A¦ý¬O§Ú´§»R¤F¥L¨HÀqªº,§Ú¶}©lÂ÷§ÚªºÀY²´·ú¡C *§Ú¤w¸g¤F¸Ñ¦o!*

"Tha, tha Ga\idhlig bheag agam," I replied. A shocked murmur ran around the cavern. I felt the eyes of Mala and Zoltar burning into me. / "Tha,tha Ga\idhlig bheag agam",§ÚµªÂСC ³Q¾_°Êªº§C»y¦b¥¨¥Þªº©P³ò¶]¡C §Ú¶i¤J§Ú¤§¤º·Pı¤F Mala ©M Zoltar ªº²´·ú¿N¡C
I ignored them, staring at the woman, comprehension and confusion in my head. She was nodding in satisfaction, oblivious to the commotion. / §Ú©¿²¤¤F¥L­Ì,¨nµÛ§ÚªºÀY¤k¤H¡A²z¸Ñ©M²V¶Ã¬Ý¡C ¦o¦bº¡¨¬¤è­±¬OÂIÀYªº, ©ö§Ñªº¹ïÄÌ°Ê¡C

I felt Zoltar grip my arm, "How is it you speak Lower Feileidh?" he demanded in a whisper. / §Ú·Pı Zoltar §ìºò§Úªº¤âÁu,"§A»¡¸û§Cªº Feileidh ªº¥¦¦n¶Ü"? ¥L¦b¦Õ»y¤¤­n¨D¡C

"Gaelic... my God! Gaelic!" / "»\º¸»y¡C¡C¡C §Úªº¤Ñ°Ú! »\º¸»y!"

"Yes, that's what its called, but.." / " ¬Oªº¡A¨º¬O¤°»ò¥¦ªº¥s°µ,¦ý¬O¡C¡C"

I turned to him, my eyes wild, "No, you don't understand.. Gaelic is a dead language!" He looked at me, uncomprehending. The room went silent, listening to me. "Gaelic was spoken on Earth, in Scotland and / §ÚÂà¦V¥L¡A§Úªº²´·ú¯î³¥,"¤£¡A§A¤£¤F¸Ñ¡C¡C »\º¸»y¬O¤@ºØ¦ºªº»y¨¥!"¥L¬Ý§Ú,¤£¤F¸Ñ¡C ©Ð¶¡ÅܨHÀq,Å¥§Úªº¸Ü¡C "»\º¸»y¦b¦a²y¤W³QÁ¿, ¦bĬ®æÄõ©M
Ireland, and in a few other places. It was stamped out by the English. / ·Rº¸Äõ, ©M¦b¤@¨Ç¨ä¥Lªº¦a¤è¤¤¡C ¥¦³Q­^°ê¤H¹ý©³®ø°£¤F¡C
It had a brief revival near the end of the 20th century, but it never regained living language status." / ¥¦¦³¤F¦b 20 ¥@¬ö¥½ªþªñªºÂ²µu´_¿³, ¦ý¬O¥¦±q¤£¨ú¦^²{¥Î»yª¬ºA¡C"

The room exploded with sound, people discussing the import of what I had said. Then I heard another language that had been bothering me, identified it, and pounced on the speaker, demanding that they speak again. / ©Ð¶¡¥HÁn­µÃz¬µ,°Q½×§Ú¤w¸g»¡ªº¶i¤f¤H¡C µM«á§ÚÅ¥¨ì¤F¤w¸g·ÐÂZ§Ú,ÃѧO¤F¥¦, ¦Ó¥B¦b»¡ªÌ¨­¤WÅÌ¦íªº¥t¤@ºØ»y¨¥¡A­n¨D¦hªº¥L­Ì¦A¤@¦¸»¡¡C

"What is that called?" I asked Zoltar, "In its own tongue?" / " ¨º¬O¤°»ò©I¥s"? §Ú°Ý¤F Zoltar ¡A "¦b¥¦¦Û¤vªº¦Þ¤¤"?

"That? That's Lingua Laetina, from Kumburan. What..?" / "¨º? ¨º¬O Lingua Laetina,±q Kumburan ¡C ¤°»ò¡C¡C?"

"Latin! That's why its so familiar.. it's Latin! But Latin too is a dead language, dead for over two thousand years! Not even the botanists speak it anymore, they write their theses in their mother tongues!" / "©Ô¤B¤å! ¨º¬O¬°¤°»ò¥¦ªº¦p¦¹¼ô±x¡C¡C ¯u¬O©Ô¤B¤å! ¦ý¬O©Ô¤B¤å¤]¬O¤@ºØ¦ºªº»y¨¥,¶W¹L¤G¤d¦~ªº¦º! ¤£¬Æ¦Ü´Óª«¾Ç®a»¡¥¦¤£¦A¡A¥L­Ì¼g¥L­Ìªº¥À¿Ë¦Þªº¥L­Ì½×ÃD!"

Pandamonium was ensuing, but the old woman simply stared at me and nodded. I could barely comprehend what was happening -- those languages were dead on Earth; how could they be alive on Spectra? / Pandamonium ¥¿¦b¸òµÛµo¥Í¡A¦ý¬O¦Ñ¤k¤H¥u¬O¨nµÛ§Ú¬Ý¦Ó¥BÂIÀY¡C §ÚµLªk¤F¸Ñ¥¿¦bµo¥ÍªºªF¦è -- ¨º¨Ç»y¨¥¬O¦ºªº¦b¦a²y¤W; ¥L­Ì¦p¦ó¥i¥H¬O¬¡µÛªº¦bÀWÃФW?

Finally the old woman shouted for silence, tapping her great book. She smiled in triumph, causing the assembly to exchange glances, then she opened the book. / ³Ì«á¦Ñ¤k¤H¬°¨HÀq©I³Û,»´¥´¦oªº´Î®Ñ¡C ¦o¦b³Í±Û¤è­±·L¯º, ¾É­P¶°·|¥æ´«¤@¿h,µM«á¦o¥´¶}¤F®Ñ¡C

"'This is the Second Reckoning:,'" Mala translated the old woman's words for me, "'The Hera of the Lost World shall be brought low by the / "'³o¬O²Ä¤G­Ó­pºâ:,'"Mala ¬°§Ú½Ķ¤Fªº¤k¤H©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü ",' ¥¢¥hªº¥@¬É Zeus ¯«ªº©d±N³Q±a§CÂI³Q¨º
Sons of the Spirit, and her deliverance shall be at the hands of the / ºë¯«ªº¨à¤l, ¦Ó¥B¦oªº±Ï¥X±N¦b¤â¨º
Child of Light. She shall be brought to earth a prisoner, yet shall not a prisoner be. She shall be brought before the Spirit, yet her blows shall be taken upon her captor's shoulder. She shall be soft as tuila blossoms, yet shall the Secrets of the Luminous One be revealed unto her people by her hand alone. By her tongue shall be revealed the kinship between Aishe and the Lost World, that world which cast the / ¥úªº«Ä¤l¡C ¦o±N¹ï¦a²y³Q±a¤@­Ó¥}¥Ç, µM¦Ó¤£±N¤@­Ó¥}¥Ç¬O¡C ¦o±N¦bºë¯«¤§«e³Q±a,µM¦Ó¦oªº¥´À»±N¦b¦oªº®·®»ªÌªºªÓ¤§¤W³Q±Ä¨ú¡C ·í tuila ¶}ªáªº®É­Ô¡A¦o±N«Ü³n, µM¦Ó±N¤@¨ì¦oªº¥Á±Ú³Q¦oªº¤âÅã¥Ü©t¿Wªºµo¥ú¯µ±K¡C Âǵۦoªº¦Þ±N³Q´¦ÅS¦b Aishe ©M¥¢¥hªº¥@¬É¤§¶¡ªº¦å±ÚÃö«Y, ¨º¤@­Ó§ëªº¥@¬É¨º
Spirit unto the Depths of the Void, to light upon Aishe; that world the / ¨ìªÅµêªº²`«×»¤©ä, ¦b Aishe ¤§¤WÂI¿U; ¨º¤@­Ó¥@¬É¨º
Spirit would take again. This shall be their gladiator -- She is / ºë¯«¦A¤@¦¸±N·|®³¡C ³o±N¬O¥L­Ìªº°«¤h -- ¦o¬O
Princess of the Lost World'" / ¥¢¥hªº¥@¬É¤½¥D'"

The old woman closed the book. The room was silent for a long time, then burst forth in excited babbling. She waved them silent, then nodded to Zoltar. He was pale. / ¦Ñ¤k¤HÃö³¬¤F®Ñ¡C ©Ð¶¡¨HÀq¦³«Üªøªº¤@¬q®É¶¡,µM«á¦b¿³¾ÄÄǦޤ¤©¹«eÃzµõ¡C ¦o´§»R¤F¥L­Ì¨HÀqªº,µM«áÂIÀY¨ì Zoltar¡C ¥L¬O»a¥Õªº¡C

He swallowed audibly, then spoke, both to me and to the assembly. / ¥L¥iÅ¥¨£¦a§],µM«á»¡, ¨âªÌ³£¹ï§Ú©M¹ï¶°·|¡C
"Mother Aranya says that the last line of that passage, where the Lost / " ¥À¿Ë Aranya »¡¨º¤@­Ó³q¹Dªº³Ì«á¤@±ø½u, ¦b­þ¸Ì¥¢¥h¤H
World's hera is named, has always been interpreted as meaning that the hera was royalty of some kind. Now it appears that the meaning might have been literal." He turned to me. / ¥@¬Éªº hera ³Q©R¦W, Á`¬O¤w¸g³Q¸ÑÄÀ·í°µ·N¿× hera ¬O¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬ªº¬Ó«Ç¡C ²{¦b¬Ý¨Ó·N¸q¥i¯à¬O¤å¦rªº¡C"¥L¨D§U©ó§Ú¡C

"What..? I don't understand," I felt the blood draining from my face. / "¤°»ò¡C¡C? §Ú¤£¤F¸Ñ,"§Ú·Pı¤F±q§ÚªºÁy±Æ¥X·¾¥~ªº¦å¡C
Zoltar began to explain, as best he could. / Zoltar ¶}©l¸ÑÄÀ, ¦p³Ì¦n¥L¥i¥H¡C

"What you've just heard was heard for the first time by anyone outside of Mother Aranya's clan line, myself included. They are the Keepers of the Old Ways, the ways of Aishe before the arrival of the Luminous One. / "§A²Ä¤@¦¸­è­èÅ¥¨ìªº¦b¥À¿Ë Aranya's ªº¤ó±Ú½uªº¥~Ãä³Q¥ô¦ó¤HÅ¥¨ì¤F, §Ú¦Û¤v¥]¬A¡C ¥L­Ì¬Oªº¤èªkºÊÅ@¤H, Aishe ªº¤èªk¦bµo¥úªº©è¹F¤§«e¤@¡C
They speak of another world over which the Spirit had dominance. That world had a saviour, a person who cast out the Spirit, drove it away back into space. Then it came here, and enslaved us as it had enslaved that other world. Now it wants that other world back." / ¥L­Ìµ²§ô»¡¨ì¥t¤@­Ó¥@¬É¨º¤@­Óºë¯«¦³¤F¤ä°t¡C ¨º¤@­Ó¥@¬É¦³¤F¤@­Ó±Ï¬P¡A¤@­Ó§ëºë¯«ªº¤H,¦V«á¦a¶i¤JªÅ¶¡¤§¤º¾r¾p¥¦Â÷¶}¡C µM«á·í¥¦¤w¸g¥£§Ð¨º­Ó¨ä¥Lªº¥@¬É®É­Ô¡A¥¦¨Ó³o¸Ì, ¦Ó¥B¥£§Ð¤F§Ú­Ì¡C ²{¦b¥¦·Q­n¨º­Ó¨ä¥Lªº¥@¬É­I­±¡C"

"Earth..." I whispered, feeling faint. A saviour? No, it couldn't be.. I focussed on Mala's words, as she continued her brother's tale. / "¦a²y¡C¡C¡C"§Ú¦Õ»y,·Pı©ü­Ë¡C ¤@­Ó±Ï¬P? ¤£¡A¥¦µLªk¬O¡C¡C §Ú¦b Mala's ªº¦r¤W focussed,¦p¦P¦oÄ~Äò¤F¦oªº¥S§Ì¬G¨Æ¤@¼Ë¡C

"The Book also tells us of our own saviour, the Child of Light, come to free Aishe and destroy the Luminous One. The Book is very clear that the Luminous One shall be destroyed, not merely driven away. The Book makes predictions that are very detailed, as you've just heard. In order that the predictions not be confused or misinterpreted, Mother / "®Ñ¤]§i¶D§Ú­ÌÃö©ó§Ú­Ì¦Û¤vªº±Ï¬P¡A¥úªº«Ä¤l, ¨ì¹F¦Û¥Ñªº Aishe ¦Ó¥B¯}Ãaµo¥ú¤@¡C ®Ñ«D±`²M·¡¨ºµo¥ú¤@±N³Q¯}Ãa, ¤£¥u¶}¨«¤F¡C ®Ñ§@«D±`¸Ô²Óªº¹w´ú,¦p¦P§A­è­èÅ¥¨ì¤@¼Ë¡C ¤«µM¦³§Ç¦a¹w´ú¤£·P¨ì§xÂZ©Î»~¸Ñ,¥À¿Ë
Aranya's clan keeps them secret. They are never revealed until AFTER the events have taken place." / Aranya's ªº¤ó±Ú«O¦s¥L­Ì¯µ±K¡C ¥L­Ì±q¤£³QÅã¥Üª½¨ì¦b¨Æ¥ó¤w¸gµo¥Í¤§«á¡C"

My mind was numb. This was too much. / §Úªº¤ß¬O³Â¤ìªº¡C ³o¬O¤Ó¦h¡C

"'shall be brought low..' I was raped.. and I was brought here as a P.O.W.. but I'm not treated like a prisoner.. 'her blows shall be taken on the shoulder of her cap..' OH!" I stared at Zoltar, "The burns you got when you..The 'Child of Light'.. You saved me.." / "'±N³Q±a§CÂI¡C¡C'§Ú³Q±°¹Ü¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B§Ú¦b³o¸Ì³Q±a·í°µ P.O.W.¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú¹³¤@­Ó¥}¥Ç¨S³Q¹ï«Ý¡C¡C '¦oªº¥´À»±N³Q©Ó¾á¦oªºµLÃä´UªºªÓ¡C¡C'®@!"§Ú¨nµÛ Zoltar ¬Ý ", ¿N¶Ë§A±o¨ì¦ó®É§A¡C¡C'¥úªº«Ä¤l'.¡C §A¸Ñ±Ï¤F§Ú¡C¡C"

There were nods all around the assembled people. Someone said, "Zoltar is thought to be the Child of Light. There are other prophecies which point to this, which he fulfills. We've been told not to tell you these, because it might negate your part in the Prophecies, if you are who it seems you are." / ¦b³Q¸Ë°tªº¤H©P³ò¥|³B¦³ÂIÀY¡C ¬Y¤H»¡,"Zoltar ³Q»{¬°·í¥úªº«Ä¤l¡C ¦³«ü¦V³oªº¨ä¥L¹w¨¥, ¥L¹ê²{¡C §Ú­Ì¤w¸g³Q§i¶D¤£­n§i¶D§A³o¨Ç,¦]¬°¥¦¥i¯à§_©w¹w¨¥ªº§A³¡¥÷,¦pªG§A¬O¥¦¦ü¥G½Ö¡A§A¬O¡C"

"But," I began to protest, "How can you be sure?" / "¦ý¬O",§Ú¶}©l¤Ï¹ï ",§A¦p¦ó¯à½T©w"?

Mother Aranya spoke. Mala translated, shock written on her face, "She asks, did you find it easy to penetrate the military computers and steal plans for your spies on Earth?" / ¥À¿Ë Aranya »¡¡C Mala ½Ķ,¦b¦oªºÁy¤W¾_°Ê¼g,"¦o°Ý,§Aµo²{¬ï³z­x¨Æ¹q¸£¦Ó¥B°½¦b¦a²y¤è­±ªºÃö©ó§Aªº¶¡¿Ò­p¹º¬O®e©öªº¶Ü"?

I froze. They couldn't possibly know about my hackery! Could they? / §Ú­áµ²¡C ¥L­ÌµLªk¥i¯à¦aª¾¹D§Úªº hackery! ¥i¥H¥L­Ì?
What do I say, in front of everybody? They have verdicators, they'll get the truth anyways. My voice stuck in my throat and my eyes were blurry from the pounding of my blood through the veins. I felt sick, my palms clammy. Caught like a rat in a trap... / §Ú»¡¤°»ò,¦b¨C­Ó¤H¤§«e? ¥L­Ì¦³ verdicators,¥L­Ì±NµL½×¦p¦ó±o¨ì¨Æ¹ê¡C ¦b§Úªº«|³ï©M§Úªº²´·ú¤¤³Q´ÛÄFªº§ÚÁn­µ¸g¹LÀR¯ß±q§Úªº¦åºV¬O¼Ò½kªº¡C §Úı±o¤£µÎªA, ·ÃÂHªº§Ú¤â´x¡C ¹³¤@­Ó°é®Mªº¤@°¦¦Ñ¹«¤@¼Ë®·®»¡C¡C¡C

"How..how did you know?" I whispered, a grating sound in my locked throat. The old woman smiled smugly and tapped the black-bound book. / "¦p¦ó¡C¡C§A¦p¦óª¾¹D?"§Ú¦Õ»y,§ÚªºÂê«|³ïªº¤@ºØ¦]´ú¶q­ì¦]©ñ¸m©ó³±·¥®g½uºÞ«eªº®Õ·Ç¹õÁn­µ¡C ¦Ñ¤k¤H¦Û¥H¬°¬O¦a·L¯º¦Ó¥B»´¥´¤F¶Â¦â- ½d³òªº®Ñ¡C

The noise of the ensuing pandemonium was almost deafening. I was terrified of what they'd do to me, now they knew. It seemed horribly rude: They treated me like a guest of state, giving me the best of everything, and I repaid them by hacking their system, stealing their plans and sabotaging their operation by snitching to my team. But I was G-Force, I had responsibilities; much as I was coming to love / ¸òµÛµo¥Í¤j²V¶Ãªº¾¸­µ´X¥G®¶¦Õ±ýŤ¡C §Ú¥L­Ì±N·|¹ï§Ú°µªº³QÅåÀ~,²{¦b¥L­Ìª¾¹D¡C ¥¦¦ü¥G¥i©È²Ê¾|µL§: ¥L­Ì¹ï«Ý§Ú³ßÅw¤@­Ó¦{ªº«È¤H,µ¹§Ú¨C¥ó¨Æª«¤§¤¤³Ì¦nªº,¦Ó¥B§ÚÂǥѬå¼A¥L­Ìªº¨t²Î¡AÂǥѹï§Úªº¤p²Õ°½°½¥L­Ìªº­p¹º¦Ó¥B»W·N¯}Ãa¥L­Ìªº¤â³NÀvÁÙ¤F¥L­Ì¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú¬O G-¤O¶q,§Ú¦³¤F³d¥ô; «Ü¦h·í°µ§Ú¥¿¦b¨Ó·R
Spectra, I hated the Spirit and what it was doing to Earth. / ÀWÃÐ,§Ú¼¨«ëºë¯«¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¥¿¦b¹ï¦a²y°µ¤°»ò¡C

A hand touched me and I jumped out of my skin. It was Zoltar. / ¤@°¦¤â¸I¤F§Ú¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¸õÅDÂ÷§Úªº¥Ö½§¡C ¥¦¬O Zoltar ¡C

"Don't worry," he whispered, "We won't lynch you. If you haven't clued in by now, none of us are overly fond of the Luminous One, nor approve of the war on Earth. They're astonished at the accuracy of the / "¤£­n·Ð´o",¥L¦Õ»y ",§Ú­Ì±N¤£³B¥H¨p¦D§A¡C ¦pªG§A¦b¨ì¦p¤µ¨S¦³½u¯Á,§Ú­Ì¨S¦³¤@­Ó¹L«×¦a³ßÅwµo¥ú¤@, ¤]¤£ÃÙ¦P¦a²y¾Ôª§¡C ¥L­Ì¦b·Ç½T©Ê³QÅå³Y¨º
Prophecies, not angry at you." I clung to his words, praying that he was trustworthy, praying that I could believe him. / ¹w¨¥, ¤£¬O¥Í®ð¦b§A¡C"§ÚÂHªþ©ó¥L©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü,¬èë¥L¬O¥i«H¿àªº¡A¬èë§Ú¥i¥H¬Û«H¥L¡C

"Again!" the crowd was saying, "The Prophecies speak true again! And they name her by name -- her name is Princess!" / "¦A¤@¦¸"! ¸s²³¥¿¦b»¡," ¹w¨¥»¡¯u¹êªº¦A¤@¦¸! ¦Ó¥B¥L­ÌÂǵۦW¦r©R¦W¦o -- ¦oªº¦W¦r¬O¤½¥D!"

My name is Princess.. "She shall be Princess of the Lost World"... / §Úªº¦W¦r¬O¤½¥D¡C¡C "¦o±N¬O¥¢¥hªº¥@¬É¤½¥D" ¡C¡C¡C

I fainted. / §Ú©ü­Ë¡C

* * * / ***

"She's coming around," said a voice. I placed it as Mala's. As memory of what happened returned, I looked around. I wasn't in the cavern, but in a smaller room, carved out of the natural chambers. I lay on the floor, my head resting on something that was both hard and soft, almost like a neck roll, but much larger. I looked up, and realised it was Zoltar's thigh -- I was in his lap. He seemed terribly worried. / "¦o¥¿¦b´_µd ",»¡¤F¤@ºØÁn­µ¡C §Ú§â¥¦©ñ·í°µ Mala's ¡C ·íµo¥ÍªºªF¦è°O¾ÐÂkÁÙªº®É­Ô,§Ú¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¡C §Ú¤£¦b¥¨¥Þ¤¤, ¦Ó¬O¦b¤@­Ó¸û¤pªº©Ð¶¡¤¤, ¦³ÀJ¨èªº±q¦ÛµM·|ij«Ç¡C §Ú¦b¦aªO¡A§Úªº°±¯d¦b¨âªÌªº¬Y¨Æ¤Wµw©M³nªºÀY¤W©ñ¸m,´X¥G¹³¤@­Ó²ä¤l±²ª«, ¦ý¬O«D±`¤jªº¡C §Ú¬Ý¦b,¤W­±¦Ó¥B¤F¸Ñ¥¦¬O Zoltar's ªº¤j»L -- §Ú¬O¦b¥Lªº½¥»\¤¤¡C ¥L¥i©È¦a¦ü¥GµJ¼{¡C

"I'm okay.. I guess I passed out. I'm sorry to worry everyone" / "§Ú¬O¦n¡C¡C §Ú²q´ú§Ú©ü­Ë¡C §Ú·P¨ì©êºp¨Ï¨C­Ó¤H¾á¼~"

I felt like a jerk. / §Ú·Pı¹³¤@­Ó©Ê±¡¥j©Çªº¤H¡C

The old woman came over, knelt beside me, a cup of steaming liquid in her hand. I smelled it; niolia leaf ti, used commonly for nausea and faintness. Come to think of it, I did feel rather ill. The old woman spoke, and Mala translated. / ¦Ñ¤k¤Hµ²§ô¨Ó,¦b§Ú®ÇÃ䪺 knelt,¤@ªM»]µo¦oªº¤â²GÅé¡C §Ú»D¤F¥¦; niolia ¸­ ti,´¶¹M¬°¤Ï­G©M·L®z¨Ï¥Î¡C ¨Ó·Q¨ì¥¦,§Ú½T¹êı±o¬Û·í¥Í¯f¡C ¦Ñ¤k¤H»¡¡A¦Ó¥B Mala ½Ķ¡C

"She says she is sorry to have brought you to such distress, but fears you'll have more shocks yet to come" / " ¦o»¡¦o·P¨ì©êºp¤w¸g±a§A¥h¦p¦¹ªº­W´o, ¦ý¬O®`©È§A±N¦³§ó¦hªºÅåÀ~¤´µM¨Ó"

"I think so too. Anybody got a Bible?" It was a hunch, pure and simple, but with everything else.... / "§Ú¤]³o»ò»{¬°¡C ¥ô¦ó¤H±o¨ì¤F¸t¸g?"¥¦¬O¤@­Ó¦×®p,¯Âºéªº©M²³æªº, ¦ý¬O¥Ñ©ó¨ä¥L¨C¥ó¨Æª«....

Zoltar shouted and a man came running. He relayed the request, the word "Bible" sounding out of place in the alien tongue he was speaking. / Zoltar ©I³Û¡A¦Ó¥B¤@­Ó¨k¤H¨ÓÁɶ]¡C ¥LÂ÷¶}¥L¥¿¦b»¡ªº¥~°ê¦Þ¦a¤è±µ´À¤F½Ð¨D¡AµoÁnªº¡¨¸t¸g¡¨¨º­Ó¦r¡C
The man went scurrying off. / ¨k¤H¨«¶}¥^¦£¦a¶]¡C

"I've also asked for a copy of the Leabhar a'Dhiu, the Book of the / "§Ú¤]¤w¸g­n¨D Leabhar a'Dhiu ªº°Æ¥», ®Ñ¨º
Spirit. Its the Spectran equivalent to your Bible" / ºë¯«¡C ¹ï§Aªº¸t¸g¥¦ Spectran ¦Pµ¥ª«"

I nodded. It would help with my hunch, to have the two to compare. / §ÚÂIÀY¡C ¥¦±N·|¥H§Úªº¦×®pÀ°§U, ¦³¨º¤G¤ñ¸û¡C

Shortly the man returned, carrying two books, which he handed to / ¤£¤[¨k¤HÂkÁÙ , Äâ±a¤G¥»®Ñ , ¥L¶Ç»¼µ¹
Zoltar. He gave the Bible to me, then opened the Leabhar to the first chapter. I did the same. / Zoltar¡C ¥L§â¸t¸gµ¹§Ú,µM«á¹ï²Ä¤@³¹¶}©ñ Leabhar¡C §Ú°µ¤F¤@¼Ëªº¡C

"'In the earliest times, before the dawn of Man, did the Luminous One, / "'¦b³Ì¦­ªº®É¥N¤¤¡A¦b¨k¤Hªº¯}¾å¤§«e¡A°µ¤Fµo¥ú¤@,
Lord of All, create the heavens and the earth'", he began, "'And earth was formless, void; and the Holy Spirit cast His light upon the formless waters. Then did the Spirit cry out 'Let there be light to match My brilliance' -- and there was light. So the Spirit did separate the light from the void, naming the light 'Day' and the void / ¥þ³¡ªº²ÎªvªÌ,³Ð³y¤Ñ°ó©M¦a²y'",¥L¶}©l ",' ¦Ó¥B¦a²y¬OµL©w§Îªº,ªÅ; ¦Ó¥B¯«¸tªººë¯«¦bµL©w§Îªº¤ô°ì¤§¤W§ë¥Lªº¿O¡C µM«á°µºë¯«¤j¥s ' Åý¨º¸Ì¬O»´»P§Úªº¨ô¶V¬Û°t'-- ¦Ó¥B¨º¸Ì¬O»´ªº¡C ¦p¦¹ºë¯«½T¹ê°Ï¹j¥ú©MªÅµê,¨ú¦W¥ú '¤é¤l' ©MªÅµê
'Night' -- and these were the first day.'" / '©]±ß'-- ¦Ó¥B³o¨Ç¬O²Ä¤@¤Ñ¡C'"

I looked down at my Bible, "'And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters and let it divide the waters from the waters. / §Ú©¹¤U¬Ý§Úªº¸t¸g,"'¦Ó¥B¤W«Ò»¡, Åý¦b¤ô°ì¤§¤¤¦³¤ÑªÅ¦Ó¥BÅý¥¦¤À¶}¨Ó¦Û¤ô°ìªº¤ô°ì¡C
And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament, and it was so. And God called the firmament Heaven, and the evening and the morning were the second day." / ¦Ó¥B¤W«Ò»s³y¤F¤ÑªÅ, ¦Ó¥B¤À¶}¤F¦b¨Ó¦Û¦b¤ÑªÅ¤W­±ªº¤ô°ì¤ÑªÅ¤§¤Uªº¤ô°ì¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¬O¦p¦¹¡C ¦Ó¥B¤W«ÒºÙ¤ÑªÅ¬°¤Ñ°ó¡A¦Ó¥B±ß¤W©M¦­±á¬O²Ä¤G¤Ñ¡C"

We looked at each other, then both, at the same time, began frantically flipping the pages. / §Ú­Ì¬Ý©¼¦¹,µM«á¨âªÌ¡A¦P®É¡A¨g¼É¦a¶}©l¥Î«üÀY¼u­¶¡C

"Here we are, Ia\iseuadh chapter 13, verse 1," Zoltar announced, / "§Ú­Ì³o¸Ì,Ia\iseuadh ²Ä 13 ³¹,¸Ö 1",Zoltar «Å§G,
"'Ia\iseuadh was old and infirm in years, and the Luminous One did say to him, you are old and infirm and yet there remains much land to be reclaimed by the Sons of earth. I shall name that land which remaineth: all that lies between the borders of Anesti, and all / "'Ia\iseuadh ¦h¦~¨Ó«Üªº©M®z, ©Mµo¥ú¤@¹ï¥L°µ¤Fµo¨¥Åv,§A«Ü¦Ñªº©M®z¦Ó¥B¤´µM¦b¨º¸Ì«O«ù«Ü¦hªº¤g¦a³Q¦a²yªº¨à¤l¶}¾Á¡C §Ú±N©R¦W¨º¤g¦a remaineth: ¦b Anesti ªºÃä¹Ò¤§¶¡¦s¦bµÛªº¥þ³¡, ©M©Ò¦³ªº
Maroya'"

I flipped through. 'Ia\iseuadh', pronounced Yoshua, sounds an awful lot like 'Joshua'.. was my hunch correct? "Joshua, chapter 13, verse / §Ú¥Î«üÀY¼u¹L¡C 'Ia\ iseuadh',«Å§i¤F Yoshua,Å¥¤@­Ó¥i©Èªº¹B®ð¦PÃþ '¬ù®Ñ¨È'.¡C §Úªº¦×®p¬O¥¿½Tªº¶Ü? "¬ù®Ñ¨È¡A²Ä 13 ³¹,¸Ö
1: 'Now Joshua was old and stricken in years and the Lord said unto him, Thou art old and stricken in years, and there remaineth yet very much land to be possessed. This is the land that yet remaineth: All the borders of the Phillistines, and all Geshuri.'" / 1: ' ²{¦b¬ù®Ñ¨È«Ü¦ӥB¦h¦~¨Ó¥´¦Ó¥B²ÎªvªÌ¨ì¥L»¡, §AÃÀ³Nªº¦Ó¥B¦h¦~¨Ó¥´, ©M¨º¸Ì remaineth µM¦Ó«D±`«Ü¦hªº¤g¦a³Q«ù¦³¡C ³o¤´µM¬O¤g¦a¨º remaineth: Phillistines ªº©Ò¦³Ãä¹Ò , ©M©Ò¦³ªº Geshuri¡C'"

"Identical," Zoltar said, "Absolutely identical. Only the names of the places had been changed." / "¦P¤@ªº",Zoltar »¡ ",§¹¥þ¦P¤@¡C ¥u¦³¦a¤èªº¦W¦r¤w¸g³Q§ïÅÜ¡C"

"Had you known about this before? You must have, if you had a copy of the Bible" / "¥H«eÃö©ó³o¦³§A¤wª¾? §A¤@©w­n¦³, ¦pªG§A¦³¤F¸t¸gªº°Æ¥»"

"Yes, we've been comparing the two for over a year. Something very interesting, now: Your New Testament concerns your Jesus Christ. Ours concerns the misguided and confused peoples of the Old World, led by a / " ¬Oªº¡A§Ú­Ì¤w¸g¤ñ¸û¨º¤G¬°¦b¤@¦~¥H¨Ó¡C «D±`¦³½ìªºªF¦è,²{¦b: §Aªº·s¸t¬ù±¾¼{§Aªº­C¿q°ò·þ¡C §Ú­ÌªºÃö¤ßÂÂ¥@¬Éªº³Q¿ù»~¤Þ¾Éªº©M§x´b¥Á±Ú, ¤Þ¾É³Q¤@
Son of Evil, driving away the light of the Luminous One, and about how it came to Aishe to bring wisdom to our people. Would you like to read about the final confrontation between the Spirit and the Son of Evil?" / ¨¸´cªº¨à¤l,ÅX»°µo¥úªº¥ú¤@, ©MÃö©ó¥¦¦p¦ó¨ì¹F Aishe ±a´¼¼zµ¹§Ú­Ìªº¥Á±Ú¡C §AÄ@·NŪÃö©ó¦bºë¯«©M¨¸´cªº¨à¤l¤§¶¡ªº³Ì«á¼Ä¹ïªº¨Æ¶Ü?"

I nodded, and he began to read. I listened, the small hairs on the back of my neck rising, a chill running up and down my spine. Almost word for word, albeit from the other point of view, it was Jesus' / §ÚÂIÀY¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¶}©lŪ¡C §ÚÅ¥,¦b§Úªº²ä¤l¤W¤Éªº­I­±¤Wªº¤pÀY¾v,¤W¤U¦a¶]§Úªº¯á´Õ´H§N¡C ´X¥G¦r¹ï©ó¦r¡AÁöµM±q¥t¤@­ÓÆ[ÂI¡A¥¦¬O­C¿qªº
Temptation by Satan. I flipped through the Bible to the place; sure enough. / ¼»¥¹ªº»¤´b¡C §Ú¥Î«üÀY¼u¹L¨ì¦a¤èªº¸t¸g; ½T«H¥R¨¬¡C

Long into the night we compared books, notes, thoughts. It was looking more and more like the Luminous One had been the God of the Old / ¶i¤J§Ú­Ì¤ñ¸û¤F®Ñ¡Aªþµù¡A·Qªkªº©]±ß¤§¤º´÷±æ¡C ¹³µo¥ú¤@¤w¸g¬O¦Ñ¦~¤Hªº¤W«Ò¡A¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¶V¨Ó¶V¦h
Testament. It looked more and more like Jesus well deserved the title / ¸t¬ù¡C ¥¦¬Ý¶V¨Ó¶V¬Û¦üªº­C¿q´é¥X³Q¸Ó±o¨ì¦WºÙ
"Saviour". And it looked more and more like the stories in the rag mags might be true -- we *were* visited by aliens! Even dinner, a casserole of eidhrinn and white sauce -- eidhrinn is none other than / "±Ï¬P". ¦Ó¥B¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¶V¨Ó¶V¦h°_¨Ó¹³¸H¥¬ mags ªº¬G¨Æ¤@¼Ë¥i¯à¬O¯u¹êªº -- §Ú­Ì *¬O* «ô³X¦b¥~¹´¤âÃä! ¨Ï±ßÀ\¡A eidhrinn ©M¥ÕÂæªoªº¤@­Ó¦³»\ªº¬âÁç¬Ûµ¥ -- eidhrinn ¬O¨S¦³¤H°£¤F
Earth's lowly eggplant! Here? / ¦a²yªº¦a¦ì§Cªº­X¤l! ¦b³o¸Ì?

Eggplants on an alien world; languages dead on one, living and thriving on the other; mermaids and selkies, a myth on one, a reality on the other; stories on Earth about being visited by aliens, of not being native to the planet, having come from the stars. Did we? Did they? / ¦b¤@­Ó¥~°êªº¥@¬É¤Wªº­X¤l; »y¨¥¦º¦b¤@¤§¤W,¦b¥t¤@­Ó¤W¦í¦Ó¥BÁcºa; ¬ü¤H³½©M selkies, ¤@­Ó¯«¸Ü¦b¤@¤§¤W,¦b¥t¤@­Ó¤Wªº¨Æ¹ê; ¦b¦a²y¤Wªº¬G¨ÆÃö©ó³Q¹ï¦æ¬P¬O¥»°êªº¤£¦s¦bªº¥~¹´«ô³X, ¦³¨Ó¦Û¬P¡C §Ú­Ì? ¥L­Ì?
This was the worst chicken-and-egg puzzle I've ever encountered. / ³o¬O³ÌÃaªº¤pÂû-©M- ³J§x´b§Ú´¿¸g¤w¸g¹J¨ì¡C

* * * / ***

We sat outside the complex, watching the first streaks of dawn painting the clouds, huddled together in the early morning chill. We had talked all night, me, Mala, Zoltar and the old woman, Mother Aranya. There had been plenty to talk about. / §Ú­Ì¥~­±§¤¤F¦X¦¨ª«,¬Ýªoº£¶³ªº¯}¾å²Ä¤@ºØ±ø²z,¦b²M±á´H§N¤¤¤@°_±ÀÀ½¡C §Ú­Ì¾ã©]±ß¤w¸g»¡¸Ü,§Ú¡A Mala ¡A Zoltar ©M¦Ñ¤k¤H¡A¥À¿Ë Aranya¡C ¤w¸g¦³¥R¤À½Í½×¡C

My attention was drawn to the morning star, much brighter and larger than that of Earth. I asked about it, thinking to hear about Spectra's solar system. / §Úªºª`·N³Qµe¨ì±á¬P,¤ñ¦a²y©ú«G©M¤j³\¦h¡C §Ú°ÝÃö©ó¥¦, ·QÅ¥¨ìÃö©óÀWÃЪº¤Ó¶§¨t¡C

"That? That's Eridani. That's why Spectra is dying." / "¨º? ¨º¬O Eridani ¡C ¨º¬OÀWÃЬ°¤°»ò¦º¤`¡C"

"Because of a planet? How do you mean?" / "¦]¬°¦æ¬P? §A¦p¦ó·N¿×?"

"Eridani's a gas giant, like your Saturn, only without the rings. It's the next planet out from Spectra. Its orbit is decaying, falling in towards the elder sun, Chomor. Its gravity is pulling Spectra out of her natural orbit, pulling her away from Chomor, out of the life belt. / "Eridani's ªº¤@­Ó¥Ë´µ¥¨¤H, ¹³§Aªº¤g¬P,¥u¦³¨S¦³§Ù«ü¡C ¥¦±qÀWÃЦb¥~¬O¤U¦æ¬P¡C ¥¦ªº­y¹D¥¿¦b°I°h, ¸¨¤U¦b¦V¦~ªøªº¤Ó¶§¡A Chomor¡C ¥¦ªº¦a¤ß¤Þ¤O¥¿¦b§âÀWÃбq¦oªº¦ÛµM­y¹D©Ô¥X¨Ó,©Ô¦o»·Â÷ Chomor, ±q±Ï¥Í±a¡C
In another 200, 300 years, the planet will be too cold to support life. / ¦b¥t¥~ 200 ¡A 300 ¦~¡A¦æ¬P±N¬O¤Ó´H§N¦ÓµLªk¤ä«ù¥Í¬¡¡C
The polar zones are already lifeless, incapable of supporting anything." / ¨â·¥ªº¦a°ì¤ä«ù¥ô¦ó¨Æ¤w¸gµL¥Í©R, µL¯à¤O¡C"

"This is a temperate zone, isn't it?" / " ³o¬O·Å±a, ¥¦¤£¬O"?

"Temperate to semi-tropical, yes." / " ·Å©Mªº¨ì¨È¼ö±aªº,¬O".

I thought about the weather reports. Winter was really beginning to frighten me. "The polar ice caps.. We thought they looked awfully large. We were wondering if the planet were about to undergo an ice age." / §Ú·Q¤Ñ®ð³ø§i¡C ¥V¤Ñ¥¿¦b¯uªº¶}©lÅåÀ~§Ú¡C "¨â·¥ªº¦B¥[´U©ó¡C¡C §Ú­Ì·Q¤F¥L­Ì¬Ý°_¨Ó¥i©È¤j¡C ¦pªG¦æ¬P¥¿­n¾ú¸g¤@­Ó¦B¦~ÄÖ¡A§Ú­Ì¬Oı±o©_©Ç¡C"

"A permanent ice age. One which is happening faster than any natural ice age. We can live through natural ones, but this is different. / "¤@­Ó¥Ã¤[ªº¦B¦~ÄÖ¡C ¤@­Ó¥¿¦bµo¥Í¤ñ¥ô¦óªº¦ÛµM¦B§ó§Ö³tÅܦѡC §Ú­Ì¯à©~¦í¹L¦ÛµM¤@¨Ç¡A¦ý¬O³o¬O¤£¦Pªº¡C
It's too much too fast. The planet can't adapt in time." / ¯u¬O¤Ó§ó¥[¤Ó§Ö³t¡C ¦æ¬P¤Î®É¤£¯à¾AÀ³¡C"

We went inside. I was exhausted, but wondered if I'd be able to sleep. / §Ú­Ì¶i¤J¡C §Ú«Ü¯h¾Î, ¦ý¬O§_§Ú±N·|¯à°÷ºÎıªº®É­ÔÃhºÃ¡C
There was too much to think about. We arrived at my room. The smell, tin and milk, reminded me of a question I had wanted to ask. / ¨º¸Ì¬O¤Ó«Ü¦h¦ÓµLªk·Q¡C §Ú­Ì¨ì¹F§Úªº©Ð¶¡¡C ¨ý¹D¡A¿ü©M¤û¥¤,¨Ï§Ú·Q°_¤@­Ó§Ú¤w¸g·Q­n°Ýªº°ÝÃD¡C

"Oh, those caverns were the inspiration for spiridium," Zoltar explained, "It's a natural substance in those caves, which is why they've been the site for Meetings since the Luminous One first arrived and destroyed our cultures. We took samples to copy, and researched from there." / "®@,¨º¨Ç¥¨¥Þ¬O spiridium ªºÆF·P",Zoltar ¸ÑÄÀ ",¥¦¬O¨º¨Ç¬}ªº¦ÛµMª«½è, ¬O¥L­Ì¬°¤°»ò¤w¸g­º¥ý¦Û±qµo¥ú¤@¥H«á¬O·|ijªº¦ì¸m¨ì¹F¦Ó¥B¯}Ãa§Ú­Ìªº¤å¤Æ¡C §Ú­Ì±a¤F¼Ë¥»½Æ¦L, ¦Ó¥B±q¦b¨º¸Ì¬ã¨s¡C"

"And you're Mandragora?" / "¦Ó¥B§A¬O Mandragora"?

"Is, was and ever shall be" / "¬O, ¬O¦Ó¥B´¿¸g±N¬O"

He smiled. / ¥L·L¯º¡C


by Ennien Ashbrook, ashbrook@spots.ab.ca / ÂÇµÛ Ennien Ashbrook,ashbrook@spots.ab.ca

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