STARGATE ATLANTIS: The Furies (Book 4 in the Legacy series) Read Free

Waterlight had nothing. She was nothing by Queen Death’s reckoning. A few tens of men, a battered ship — she would be dead already, had it even been worth the time to send men to kill her. The day would come, inevitably, when their poaching trespassed upon a greater hive, or when Promised Return chanced upon one of Queen Death’s ships. There was no need for Death to seek out Waterlight. In the end, it would all be the same.
    *I am not afraid,* Waterlight said, and hoped that it did not show that she was.
    It was there in the mind of the one she called Father — the Consort of Atlantis might be worth her life in trade. If this human were he, perhaps Death would take him as gift, and leave Promised Return alone. Perhaps his life might buy a few more years for Waterlight.
    *And if it is not?* Waterlight asked. *Will we not then look foolish? And moreover call her attention to us?*
    *It is a gamble,* Thorn admitted. *But perhaps we may first speak to one of her counselors who has seen the Consort before. If this is some other who only resembles him, we will know before Queen Death ever hears of it. Be still, and I shall contact those blades I know who might study this likeness and tell me if it is or not. I think there are those who can tell me with little risk.* He looked at Waterlight, his teeth bared in a mirthless smile. *I am not entirely friendless yet.*
    *I did not say you were,* Waterlight said, trying to keep the color of her mind from shifting with embarrassment. In truth she did not blame him for their predicament, much as some might. He had been Consort. It had been his duty to protect the hive, to protect his Queen with his very life. To have lost her and survived was not something a man might live down. He should have died for her, rather than live for their daughter, even if his Queen had wished it otherwise.
    *Then with your permission, My Queen,* Thorn said sharply. *I will contact those blades I know now in her orbit who may be able to identify the Consort of Atlantis. If we have that one, then perhaps our fortunes will change.*

Chapter Two
     

Holding the Fort
     
     
    A cold wind scoured the whitecaps crashing against the piers, but Sam Carter thought it wasn’t as cold as it had been. Atlantis was beautiful in the weak winter sunshine, as always. They were a week past the winter solstice here, and soon the days would lengthen noticeably. They might even get warmer. Sam could appreciate the astronomical elegance of the seasons, even while nearly freezing to death in her flightsuit, waiting for Steven Caldwell on this chilly balcony.
    “Sorry about that.” He came out through the glass doors to the control room and rubbed his hands together. “Cold out here.”
    “Yes,” Sam said. There wasn’t really any other reply to stating the obvious.
    “We’ve got a problem,” Caldwell said.
    Which was again stating the obvious. Sam settled for looking attentive. She’d had plenty of practice at that.
    “With Sheppard missing and Woolsey stuck on Earth, that means the Chief of Sciences is in charge in Atlantis. Dr. Zelenka.” Caldwell leaned forward on his elbows, looking out over the sea.
    “While McKay is gone,” Sam agreed.
    Caldwell shot her a sharp look. “You know we’re never getting McKay back. Let’s be practical. Sheppard may turn up, may actually survive whatever crazy scheme he’s playing, but McKay? And who the hell knows what’s going on with Woolsey.”
    “The IOA,” Sam said. There was a wealth of information in that statement of fact. She knew Caldwell had rarely seen eye to eye with the IOA, and he knew how she’d been relieved in Atlantis.
    “They might send him back. They might send God knows who.” Caldwell spread his hands, the light around the corner of the building just touching them.
    “Or they might take three months to make up their minds,” Sam said. She leaned forward on her elbows beside him. “We’ve been off the grid for nineteen days. General O’Neill