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Thus； when the glad shouts of the Amazons died away； Bela raised her formidable voice。 〃We thank you and praise yon for this benevolence； Haydon； First Mother！ Yet what is do nature of the task you require of us？〃
There were some angry mutterings from her subjects over her impertinence。
GO FORTH NOW AND GATHER IN ALL OF THE FLOWERS OF LIFE THAT HAVE NOT REACHED FRUITION。 THOSE THAT HAVE BORNE FRUIT OR WILL BEAR IT； LET BE。 ALL OTHERS ARE NOW CONSECRATED TO ME。 Immature Flowers？ 〃Protoculture；〃 Bela breathed to herself； not daring to say it aloud。 Then； as loudly as she could； she demanded； 〃Why does the First Mother want Protoculture？ We； who have fought in wars caused by it； must know for what purpose it is intended！〃
The objections and chastisements of the crowd were louder。 〃What does it matter？〃 〃You blaspheme！〃 〃Anything！ Anything for the Whaashi！〃
The former Sentinel allies had engaged in open bat； and the political brew of the Local Group was turning toxic。 The concerns and dangers of other planets were no longer the Praxians' affair； especially since defying Haydon would jeopardize the granting of the Whaashi。 Such was the popular sentiment in the plaza。
The singular organ in the center of Haydon's forehead burgeoned open and lit like a star。 Her wrathful voice filled their minds。 THAT IS NOT FOR YOU TO QUESTION！ DO AS I BID YOU OR FEEL MY DISPLEASURE！
Even more terrifyingly； Optera/New Praxis ground like ill璮itting bones under their feet。 The Amazons； who had already lost one homeworld to upheaval； moaned their dismay。
There were hundreds of voices crying out to surrender the Flowers。 Bela drew her weighty； two…handed shortsword from its scabbard so that the blade flashed with light from the torches and from glimmering Haydon。
〃I forbid it！ Not until we know the purpose behind this mandment。〃
She had received word of the SDF…3's disappearance； of course； and the events at Haydon IV…conflicting reports that only added to her misgivings about setting free more Protoculture。 The apparition Haydon might even somehow be the trick of an unknown enemy。
But the crowd was not with her。 Their fear of Haydon's anger and planetary catastrophe and their need for the Whaashi were too great。 With a unified roar； they swept up the steps。
Bela's personal bodyguard wavered； some of them more attuned to the crowd's position than to the queen's。 But it hardly mattered； hesitating to hack or open fire on their own Sisters； they went down under the wave of tall fighting women。
Bela herself stood straddle…legged on the steps； sword in one fist； assault pistol in the other； to meet them。 But when she saw faces she loved； rades she'd served with； mothers of children she'd held ing for her； she knew she could not do them harm。
The crowd had stopped short before her； daunted by her even in the extremity of their passion。
Bela holstered her pistol； sheathed her sword； and stood with arms hanging limply at her sides。 The crowd turned back the way it had e。 Already Amazons were organizing harvesting operations。 Haydon； looking down； found Her handiwork good。
〃And so the final phase of my…Zor's…plan was set in motion；〃 Rem said。
He lifted his hand to Rick and Lisa Hunter。 〃And the cycle of the story es around to Earth once more。 The last planet Zor seeded； or rather； in Earth's case； reseeded with the Flower。 With the SDF…l。〃
〃And Zentraedi help；〃 Kazianna murmured while she was mulling over all the things he had told them。
〃Yes； the first to fall prey to the lure of song；〃 Rem told her soberly。 He reached out his arm to encircle Minmei's shoulders。 〃I suppose every child of Tirol is susceptible to it； really。
〃The Protoculture gave me insights into the power of the Cosmic Harp and how music could throw down even the Robotech Masters' mental domination。〃
Dolza found that out； Lisa thought； but kept it to herself so as not to switch the conversational track。
They were assembled in the big bilevel conference area？most of the leaders and certain others whose testimony was pertinent。 Caffie and other refreshments had been brought。 Screens kept a constant vigil on the children and their chanting； but nothing seemed to have changed except that Aurora's term phased in and out from time to time。 She would not or could not respond to any of the grown…ups； but everyone got de feeling there was a lot of information being exchanged between her and the SDF…3's children。
〃With music； Zor…reprogrammed； I guess you could say； a few of the Zentraedi most loyal to him；〃 Rem said。 〃Although I prefer to think of it as liberating them。 It never occurred to the Masters that the Zentraedi could find a cause higher than obedience。〃
〃Lucky for Earth they didn't learn their lesson；〃 Rick whispered to Lisa。
The thought troubled her for a moment。 What if the Robotech Masters had somehow eliminated their Achilles' heel？ Surely Earth would have been devastated far worse than ever Optera was。
But it had not happened； it was not meant to。 She dismissed the thought； it was not time to be morbid。
And yet she felt sure the thoughts and feelings of all aboard were being probed and in some cases manipulated。
Lisa hurried to get a word in before Lang could； the scientist looked half…ecstatic； half…deranged with all that new insight。 〃Rem； we must stick to the point。 What is the nature of new…space； is there really a relief ship on the way； and are all personnel safe at the moment？〃
She meant the children； and no one begrudged her the preoccupation。 Rem replied； 〃Just so。 I believe the story told by Gnea and Sergeant Dante is entirely true。 I believe that all that has happened is tied in with the master plan of Haydon。
〃The Regis told you both that she； which is the same as to say her entire race； now desires a return to the Invid's pre璟or state on Optera； isn't that right？〃
Angelo responded； 〃Yes； sir；〃 and Gnea inclined her head； making her malthi…winged helmet glitter。
〃Very well。 Ladies and gentlemen； Zor's dream has e to pass；〃 Rem said。 〃The fleet you sent to Earth must have driven her from it in a supreme mating with the Protoculture itself。 But for whatever reason…I suspect because the Regis was forced into it by violence…this transcendence has not worked out as intended。〃
〃We find ourselves in a situation of danger not only to ourselves but to the entire universe。 I believe that unless some solution is found； by the nature of Protoculture； all of the Creation that we know will vanish as if it never existed。〃
At his end of the table Lang watched and listened to Rem with a fascination and a sense of dismay that had been growing for months。
The clone had been scarcely more than a boy when the REF had first encountered him。 Now； grown and filled out； he was very much the image of Zor； albeit with some slight genetic alteration。 But even more tellingly； in the wake of his clonesong dreams； he spoke with the voice of Zor…with an utter certainty about the nature of Protoculture and the fate of spacetime。
Lang studied Rem's face。 It was the same countenance Lang had first viewed decades ago on the other side of the galaxy； ageless and graceful。 Then it had stared out of a scree