Темное, кривое зеркало. Том 5 : Средь звезд, подобно гигантам.
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"I know. You are talking to a leader, remember. But the important thing, the vital thing, is that every leader remembers that. There can be no harm in someone like yourself standing in the ?chelons of power, someone who knows what it is to be.... at the bottom."
"I don't want to go back."
"I know, and I will not force you. I am not talking about anything permanent, either. I cannot stay on Babylon Five forever. I have too many duties here. A visit, only.
"It is just that.... I have a feeling that you belong somewhere, and we are keeping you away from it. We are depriving the galaxy of the good you could do on a larger scale, by keeping you here, doing good on a small scale."
"I choose to be here."
"And yet, we do not try to persuade you to go. Think about what I am saying, that is all I can ask. My husband stood where you are now. Once he wielded power, and stood at the right hand of those in power, but he was never happier than where you are now.
"I never told him this, but I wished he had chosen differently. He was a man who could have done so much more than he did. I kept promising myself that I would talk to him later, that I would allow him a time of peace for now and return him to power later, but.... I would not have the galaxy deprived of your potential as it was deprived of his."
"Your husband must have been a great man."
She smiled slightly. "Yes. Yes, he was."
"I'll think about it. Is that all right?"
Her smile grew wider. "That is all I can ask."
"I have been.... thinking a lot.... I think you have blinded me, Da'Kal.
"You took my eye from me in a gesture of anger and fury, and yet....
"I think I see far better now than ever before.
"Thank you for that, Da'Kal."
Da'Kal shifted in the corner of the room. "Are you talking to me?" she asked. "Or yourself?"
G'Kar strained his head to look up. Everything was blurred and shifting, a melting sculpture of ice and colour. "I do not know," he whispered. "Perhaps both. Is that truly you, or merely another image from my past?"
"Our satellites have seen something approaching," she said flatly. "Our hyperspace beacons have been destroyed, but the last images they sent.... It is massive, a shadow across the stars. There is a fleet, but it is accompanying something far bigger."
"They come.... as I said they would."
"Our off-world communications have been disabled. On-world, power is starting to fail. People are growing scared. They run outside, looking up at the sky, looking for the Centauri.
"I promised myself that my people would never have to be afraid of the skies ever again. You have made me a liar, G'Kar."
"You have.... brought this upon yourself, Da'Kal. Upon all the innocents who will die. The Inquisitors cannot be reasoned with, or bargained with, or bribed."
"G'Kar, listen to me! I know about the Inquisitors. I have seen them moving on Centauri Prime, and the Drazi worlds and elsewhere. These are not the Inquisitors."
G'Kar looked at her, straining his vision. At first she was merely an outline, but then she grew clearer, more distinct, more.... alive.
"Help me, Da'Kal."
"G'Kar, you...."
"I am Narn! This is my home. These are my people. I hate what we have become, what you have made us, but I will not stand by and let us fall. Help me up, Da'Kal."
"Then you will fight them?"
"I will...." He hesitated, remembering a younger man, a man who had screamed defiance at the heavens, a man who had sworn that he would walk where he wished and live as he desired.
"I will do what must be done."
She smiled. "Now there is the man I loved. Take my hand."
He did. Her skin was very warm to his touch.
"You are the lost. You are the abandoned. You are the angry and the resentful. You think this creation owes you more than you have been granted.
"You do not know what you want, but you do know that whatever it is you want, it is not what you have now.
"You call yourself the Brotherhood Without Banners. You are a force of chaos, a union bound by self-interest and self-protection.
"The fact is, you want banners. You need banners. You need a lord to serve and you walk the path you have chosen because you do not have a worthy lord. For some of you that lord would be a real person, for others an ideal. Some of you found a lord only to lose it, slipping like dust between your fingers, a memory into the wind.
"You know who I am. You know what they call me. I shake the foundations of Heaven with my footsteps. There will be a war, a great and terrible war for the destiny of the galaxy and all who live in it. So far, you have all been unwitting pawns in this game.
"I offer you the chance of something more.
"I offer you a lord. I offer you purpose. I offer you the chance to serve me.
"I offer you a war.
"You are killers and raiders and rapists and torturers. You will find no sanctuary anywhere but amongst your own kind. The forces of Order will seek you out and destroy you, for you are everything they hate.
"Understand me. You will die if you try to fight alone. You may die if you try to fight beside me, but you will die fighting for a real cause, beneath a banner you can respect.
"I will speak with each of you in turn. Any who wish to reject me may do so. You will be permitted to leave. I will not stop you, but as I said before....
"The Alliance will find you, and they will destroy you. They will weigh you down with chains of order and they will claim all that you are. They will destroy all that you are, leaving nothing but bones and ashes and the occasional nightmare of what you once had.
"The choice is yours. You believe in freedom. You worship freedom.