Shaka II

17.

I had just finished shaving and was preparing to go to bed when there was a knock at my door. I knew it wasn’t Tchaka, for if he wanted to speak with me he would send an underling to bring me to him. I also knew it wasn’t a thief—they don’t announce their presence by knocking—but I couldn’t think of who would want to speak to me an hour after midnight.

“Come in,” I said.

The door opened, and Peter Zondo and three more of my half-siblings—a man and two women—entered my quarters.

“What can I do for you?” I asked.

Peter put his finger to his lips, waited for the door to close, then nodded to the two women—Sarah Khubeka and Bettina Cele—who produced small glowing instruments and began scanning for hidden holo cameras and listening devices, while the man, Joseph Thabethe, trained a laser pistol on the door. Finally they finished and nodded to him.

“It is safe,” said Sarah, though Joseph kept his weapon out.

I was pretty sure I knew what was coming next, but I waited for Peter to speak.

“We must stop him,” he said.

“How?” I asked. “Professional assassins have tried. They are all either dead and buried, or dying and on public display.”

“He is out of control,” persisted Peter. “He destroyed an entire planet—a planet filled with human beings.”

“And he’s killed enough others to populate a colony world,” added Bettina.

“He is not out of control,” I replied. “He is in complete, total control of his empire.”

“He is a monster!” said Bettina.

“I am not denying that,” I said. “If he wasn’t one to begin with, he has become one.”

“Well, then?” demanded Peter.

“Most of the people worship him,” I said. “But each day more and more of them hate and fear him.”

“You are making our point.”

I shook my head. “They also hate and fear those who serve him. They hate the military and the police—and most of all, they hate his brothers and sisters, who have been elevated to positions of authority.” I stared at the four of them. “He is all that is keeping us alive.”

“I am willing to trade my life for his,” said Sarah. “I loathe him! I never wanted to be brought here in the first place. I was literally kidnapped from my home in Durban in the middle of the night.”

“He knows you hate him,” Peter said to her. “He will never give you the opportunity to kill him.” There was a long, pregnant pause. “It must be you, John,” he continued, turning to me. “You have been with him the longest. He is often alone with you. You have his confidence.” Another pause. “You must be the one to do it.”

“No one and nothing has his confidence except Nandi,” I said. “He would know the moment I approached him. He knows my mind better than I do. I could not hide it from him.”

“Nonsense,” said Peter. “All it takes is self-control.”

“Even if I could get near him without his knowing what I had in mind, he is a force of Nature,” I said. “I cannot defeat him.”

“You mean you will not,” he said angrily.

I shook my head. “I mean I cannot.”

“Then I will,” said Sarah. She turned and stalked out of the room, followed by Joseph and Bettina.

“She will fail,” I said.

“Probably,” agreed Peter. “But at least she is not afraid to try.”

“She will be just as dead.”

“Is that all you have to say?” demanded Peter.

“What do you want me to say?” I replied.

“That it is time to be rid of him.”

“He is a monster,” I said. “I told you that. I disagree with his methods. You know that too.” I paused uncomfortably. “But we were nothing for half a millennium, and in a tiny handful of years he has given us an empire.”

“We do not need one,” said Peter firmly.

“You do not understand,” I said.

“Enlighten me.”

“You know how many enemies the Zulus made building this empire, how many people we killed, how many governments we threatened and humiliated,” I said. “What will happen to us if we lose it?”

He seemed about to argue the point, then turned abruptly and walked out.

Nothing untoward happened the next two days, and I decided Sarah had thought better of it. Tchaka was preoccupied with reports that there were sentient beings on the fourth planet circling Epsilon Indi, and he had decided that it was in the Empire’s best interest to form an alliance with any race that was not yet allied with Earth.

He spent hours with Hlatshwayo as the astrologer studied the solar alignments (which struck me as ridiculous, since we were no longer within twenty light-years of the Earth’s solar system) and cast a number of horoscopes. Finally he determined that Morgan Raziya, another half-brother, should be the one to make contact with Epsilon Indi IV. Tchaka consented, but he didn’t have much faith in Morgan’s abilities, or anything else about him except his paternal bloodline, and he decided to send four well-armed ships with him, rather than a single, unarmed, non-threatening diplomatic ship.

“This is our first true step into the galaxy, John,” he said to me after Hlatshwayo had left. He paused to pet Nandi, who had been sitting on his lap for the past half hour. “Perhaps,” he said to her, “I shall make you the Queen of the entire Indi system.” He turned to me. “What would you think of that, my brother?”

The quickest way to assure a painful death was to tell exactly what I thought of it. “I fear she may have some difficulty communicating with her staff,” I said carefully.

Tchaka chuckled in amusement. “It might keep them on their toes, considering the consequences.” He planted a kiss on Nandi’s round face. “She has never had any trouble making her wishes known to me.”

I must have been feeling exceptionally bold, because I replied: “Perhaps that is because she does not speak to you on matters of policy.”

He stared at me, and for a moment I thought I had gone too far, but eventually he went back to petting Nandi and discussing his plans for expanding the empire.

I dined alone, as usual, went back to my quarters, and watched a holo until I fell asleep. I was up at sunrise, as usual, and a few minutes later I began making my way to my office.

There were three new stakes in front of the Royal Palace. Skewered on one of them was the barely-breathing Sarah Khubeka. The other two were empty.

I walked by my office and went directly to Tchaka’s, where I found two of his elite security team standing at attention in front of him. Finally he nodded to two more guards, who marched them out at gunpoint.

“What happened?” I asked.

“My sister—the one from Durban—tried to kill me last night.”

“I saw her as I arrived,” I said.

“The two men you saw just now had found out what she planned and warned me.” He smiled a humorless smile. “I made sure I was wearing my ceremonial robes, with my body armor hidden beneath it. She fired two bullets and one laser burst into it before I took her weapons away from her and turned her over to my bodyguards.”

“If they warned you, why were they being taken out at gunpoint?”

“They are to be impaled on each side of her,” said Tchaka. “Surely you saw the empty stakes.”

“But if their information saved your life…” I began, puzzled.

“It is because of them that I must kill my sister!” he yelled, his face contorted in fury.

I suddenly found myself looking back on what I had said to Peter Zondo, and thinking that there was very little a hostile galaxy could do to us that Tchaka wouldn’t do first.