Nau actually was a bit surprised by this. "In what way?"
"You know I caught her in the Peddlers" park with her father. She had shut the park down on her own whim. That"s what made me so angry. But afterwards. . .I put my snoops on her. Random monitoring might not have noticed it for several more Watches: the little s.l.u.t is diverting the pod"s resources. She"s stolen output from the volatiles distillery. She"s embezzled time from the factory. She"s diverted her father"s Focus to help her with private ventures."
Pestilence. This was more than Qiwi had told him about. "So. . .what is she doing with these resources?"
"These resources and others, Podmaster. She has a variety of plans. And she is not alone.. . .She intends to barter these stolen goods for her own advancement."
For a moment, Nau couldn"t think of what to say. Of course, bartering community resources was a crime. During most of the Plague Years, more people had been executed for barter and h.o.a.rding than had died of the Plague itself. But in modern times. . .well, barter could never be totally eliminated. On Balacrea, it was periodically the excuse for major exterminations-but only that, an excuse. "Ritser." Nau spoke carefully, lying: "I knew about all these activities. Certainly they are against the letter of My Law. But consider. We are twenty light-years from home. We are dealing with the Qeng Ho. They really are are peddlers. I know it is hard to accept, but their whole existence revolves around cheating the community. We cannot hope to suppress that in an instant-" peddlers. I know it is hard to accept, but their whole existence revolves around cheating the community. We cannot hope to suppress that in an instant-"
"No!"Brughel pushed off the rack he had been holding, grabbed the railing next to Tomas. "They are all sc.u.m, but it is only Lisolet and a few aggravant conspirators-and I can tell you just who they are-who are violating Your Law!"
Nau could imagine how all this happened. Qiwi Lin Lisolet had never obeyed rules, even among the Qeng Ho. Her crazy mother had set her up to be manipulated, but even so the girl was beyond direct control. More that anything, she loved to play. Qiwi had once said to him, "It"s always easier to get forgiveness than to get permission." As much as anything, that simple claim showed the gulf that separated Qiwi"s worldview from the First Podmasters".
It took an effort of will not to retreat before Brughel"s advance.
What"s gotten into him?He looked straight into the other"s eyes, ignoring the baton in Ritser"s twitching hand. "I"m sure you could identify them. That"s your job, Vice-Podmaster. And part of my job is to interpret My Law. You know that Qiwi never shook off the mindrot; if necessary, she can be easily. . .curbed. I want you to keep me informed of these possible infractions, but for now I choose to wink at them."
"You choose to wink at them? You choose choose ? I-" Brughel was wordless for a second. When he continued, his voice was more controlled, a metered rage. "Yes, we"re twenty light-years from home. We"re twenty light-years from your family. And your uncle doesn"t rule anymore." The word of Alan Nau"s a.s.sa.s.sination had arrived while their expedition was still three years out of the OnOff system. "At home maybe you could break any rule, protect lawbreakers simply because they were a good lay." He slapped his baton gently against his palm. "Out here, and right now, you"re very alone." ? I-" Brughel was wordless for a second. When he continued, his voice was more controlled, a metered rage. "Yes, we"re twenty light-years from home. We"re twenty light-years from your family. And your uncle doesn"t rule anymore." The word of Alan Nau"s a.s.sa.s.sination had arrived while their expedition was still three years out of the OnOff system. "At home maybe you could break any rule, protect lawbreakers simply because they were a good lay." He slapped his baton gently against his palm. "Out here, and right now, you"re very alone."
Lethal force between Podmasters was beyond any law. That was a principle dating back to the Plague Years-but it was also a basic truth of nature. If Brughel were to smash his skull now, Kal Omo would follow the Vice-Podmaster. But Nau just spoke quietly. "You are even more alone, my friend. How many of the Focused are imprinted on you?"
"I-I have Xin"s pilots, I have the snoops. I could make Reynolt redirect whatever else I need."
Ritser was teetering at the edge of an abyss that Tomas hadn"t noticed before, but at least he was calming down. "I think you understand Anne better than that, Ritser."
And abruptly the killing flame in Brughel was quenched. "Yeah, you"re right. You"re right." He seemed to crumple. "Sir. . .it"s just that this mission has turned out so different from what I imagined. We had the resources to live like High Podmasters here. We had the prospect of finding a treasure world. Now most of our zipheads are dead. We don"t have the equipment for a safe return. We"re stuck here for decades. . . ."
Ritser seemed on the verge of tears. The pa.s.sage from threat to weakness was fascinating. Tomas spoke quietly, his tone comforting. "I understand, Ritser. We are in a more extreme situation than anyone has been in since the Plagues. If this is painful to one as strong as you, I am very afraid for ordinary crew of the mission." All true, though most of the crew had much less remarkable personalities than Ritser Brughel. Like Ritser, they were caught in a decades-long cul-de-sac in which family and children-raising were not an option. That was a dangerous problem, one that he must not overlook. But most of the ordinary folk would have no trouble continuing relationships, finding new ones; there were almost a thousand unFocused people here. Ritser"s drives would be harder to satisfy. Ritser used people up, and now there were scarcely any left for him.
"But there is still the prospect of treasure-perhaps all that we hoped for. Taking the Qeng Ho nearly cost us our lives, but now we are learning their secrets. And you were at the last Watch-manager meeting: we"ve discovered physics that is new even to the Qeng Ho. The best is yet to come, Ritser. The Spiders are primitive now, but life could scarcely have originated here; this solar system is just too extreme. We aren"t the first species that has come snooping. Imagine, Ritser: a nonhuman, starfaring civilization. Its secrets are down there, somewhere in the ruins of their past."
He guided his Vice-Podmaster around the far end of the coffin racks, and they started back along the second aisle. The head-up display reported green everywhere, though as usual the Emergent coffins were showing high wear. Sigh. In a few years, they might not have enough usable coffins to maintain a comfortable Watch schedule. By itself, a star fleet could not build another fleet, or even keep itself indefinitely provisioned with hightech supplies. It was an old, old problem: to build the most advanced technological products you need an entire civilization-a civilization with all its webs of expertise and layers of capital industry. There were no shortcuts; Humankind had often imagined, but never created, a general a.s.sembler.
Ritser seemed calmer now, his desperate anger replaced by thought. ". . .Okay. We sacrifice a lot, but in the end we go home winners. I can gut it out as well as any. But still. . .why should it take so pus long? We should land squat on some Spider kingdom and take over-"
"They"ve just reinvented electronics, Ritser. We need more-"
The Vice-Podmaster shook his head impatiently. "Yes, yes. Of course. We need a solid industrial base. I probably know that better than you; I was Podmaster at the Lorbita Shipyards. Nothing short of a major rebuild is going to save our a.s.s. But there"s still no reason for hiding here at L1. If we take over some Spider nation-maybe just pretend to ally with it-we could speed things up."
"True, but the real problem is maintaining control. For that, timing is everything. You know I was in on the conquest of Gaspr. The early post-conquest, actually; if I"d been with the first fleet, I"d own millions now." Nau didn"t keep the envy from his voice; it was a vision that Brughel would understand. Gaspr had been a jackpot. "Lord, what that first fleet did. It was just two ships, Ritser! Imagine. They had only five hundred zipheads-fewer than we have. But they sat and lurked and when Gaspr reattained the Information Age, they controlled every data system on the planet. The treasure just fell into their hands!" Nau shook his head, dismissing the vision. "Yes. We could try to take the Spiders now. It might speed things up. But it would be largely bluff on our part, against aliens that we don"t understand. If we miscalculated, if we got into a guerrilla war, we could p.i.s.s away everything very quickly.. . .We"d probably "win," but a thirty-year wait might become five hundred. There"s precedent for that sort of failure, Ritser, though it doesn"t come from our Plague Time. Do you know the story of Canberra?"
Brughel shrugged. Canberra might be the most powerful civilization in Human s.p.a.ce, but it was too far away to interest him. Like many Emergents, Brughel"s interest in the wider universe was minimal.
"Three thousand years ago, Canberra was medieval. Like Gaspr, the original colony had bombed itself into total savagery, except that the Canberrans weren"t even halfway back. A small Qeng Ho fleet voyaged there; through some crazy mistake, they thought the Canberrans still had a profitable civilization. That was the Peddlers" first big mistake. The second was in hanging around; they tried to trade with the Canberrans as they were. The Qeng Ho had all the power, they could make the primitive societies of Canberra do whatever they wanted."
Brughel grunted. "I see where this is going. But the locals sound a lot more primitive than what we have here."
"Yes, but they were human. And the Qeng Ho had much better resources. Anyway, they made their alliances. They pushed the local technology as hard as they could. They set out to conquer the world. And actually, they succeeded. But every step ground them down. The original crew lived their old age in stone castles. They didn"t even have coldsleep anymore. The hybrid civilization of Peddlers and locals eventually became very advanced and powerful-but that was too late for the originals."
The Podmaster and his Vice were almost back to the main entrance. Brughel floated ahead, turning slowly so that he touched the wall like a deck, feet first. He looked up at the approaching Nau with an intent expression.
Nau touched down, let the grabfelt in his boots stop his rebound. "Think about what I"ve said, Ritser. Our Exile here is really necessary, and the payoff is as great as you ever imagined. In the meantime, let"s work on what"s bothering you. A Podmaster should not have to suffer."
The look on the younger man"s face was surprised and grateful. "Ththank you, sir. A little help now and then is all I need." They talked a few moments more, setting up the necessary compromises.
Coming back from the Suivire, Suivire, Tomas had some time to think. From his taxi, the rockpile was a glittering jumble ahead of him, the sky around it speckled with the irregular shapes of the temps and warehouses and starships that orbited the pile. Here at Tween Watch he saw no evidence of human movement. Even Qiwi"s crews were out of sight, probably on the shade side of the pile. Far beyond the diamond mountains, Arachna floated in glorious isolation. Its great ocean showed patches of cloudlessness today. The tropical convergence zone was clear against the blue. More and more, the Spider world was looking like archetype Mother Earth, the one-in-a-thousand world where humans could land and thrive. It would continue to look like paradise for another thirty years or so-till once more its sun guttered out. Tomas had some time to think. From his taxi, the rockpile was a glittering jumble ahead of him, the sky around it speckled with the irregular shapes of the temps and warehouses and starships that orbited the pile. Here at Tween Watch he saw no evidence of human movement. Even Qiwi"s crews were out of sight, probably on the shade side of the pile. Far beyond the diamond mountains, Arachna floated in glorious isolation. Its great ocean showed patches of cloudlessness today. The tropical convergence zone was clear against the blue. More and more, the Spider world was looking like archetype Mother Earth, the one-in-a-thousand world where humans could land and thrive. It would continue to look like paradise for another thirty years or so-till once more its sun guttered out. And by then we will own it. And by then we will own it.
Just now, he had made that ultimate success a little more likely. He had solved a mystery and defused an unnecessary risk. Tomas"s mouth twisted in an unhappy smile. Ritser was quite wrong to think that being Alan Nau"s first nephew was easy. easy. True, Alan Nau had favored Tomas. It was clear from the beginning that Tomas would continue the Nau dominance of the Emergency. That was part of the problem, for it made Tomas a great threat to the elder Nau. Succession-even within Podmaster families-was most often by a.s.sa.s.sination. Yet Alan Nau had been clever. He did want his nephew to carry on the line-but only after Alan had lived and ruled as long as natural life would sustain him. Giving Tomas Nau command of the expedition to the OnOff star was a piece of statecraft that saved both ruler and heir apparent. Tomas Nau would be off the world stage for more than a two centuries. When he returned, it could well be with the resources to continue the Nau family"s rule. True, Alan Nau had favored Tomas. It was clear from the beginning that Tomas would continue the Nau dominance of the Emergency. That was part of the problem, for it made Tomas a great threat to the elder Nau. Succession-even within Podmaster families-was most often by a.s.sa.s.sination. Yet Alan Nau had been clever. He did want his nephew to carry on the line-but only after Alan had lived and ruled as long as natural life would sustain him. Giving Tomas Nau command of the expedition to the OnOff star was a piece of statecraft that saved both ruler and heir apparent. Tomas Nau would be off the world stage for more than a two centuries. When he returned, it could well be with the resources to continue the Nau family"s rule.
Tomas had often wondered if Ritser Brughel might be a subtle kind of sabotage. Back home, the fellow had seemed a good choice for Vice-Podmaster. He was young, and he"d done a solid job cleaning up the Lorbita Shipyards. He was of Frenkisch stock; his parents had been two of the first supporters of Alan Nau"s invasion. As much as possible, the Emergency tried to transform each new conquest with the same stresses that the Plague Time had wrought upon Balacrea: the megadeaths, the mindrot, the establishment of the Podmaster cla.s.s. Young Ritser had adapted to every demand of the new order.
But since they began this Exile, he"d been a pus-be-d.a.m.ned screwup: careless, slovenly, almost insolent. Part of that was his a.s.signed role as Heavy, but Ritser wasn"t acting. He had become closed and uncooperative. There was the obvious conclusion: The Nau family"s enemies were clever, long-planning people. Maybe, somehow, they had slipped a ringer past Uncle Alan"s security.
Today, the mystery and the suspicions had collided. And I find notsabotage, nor even incompetence. And I find notsabotage, nor even incompetence. His Vice-Podmaster simply had certain frustrated needs, and had been too proud to talk about them. Back in civilization, satisfying those needs would have been easy; such was a normal, if unpublicized, part of every Podmaster"s birthright. Here in the wilderness, all but shipwrecked. . .here Ritser faced some real hardship. His Vice-Podmaster simply had certain frustrated needs, and had been too proud to talk about them. Back in civilization, satisfying those needs would have been easy; such was a normal, if unpublicized, part of every Podmaster"s birthright. Here in the wilderness, all but shipwrecked. . .here Ritser faced some real hardship.
The taxi ghosted over the topmost spires of Hammerfest, and settled into the shadows below.
Satisfying Brughel would be difficult; the younger man would have to show some real restraint. Tomas was already reviewing the crew and ziphead rosters. Yes, I can make this work. Yes, I can make this work. And it would be worth it. Ritser Brughel was the only other Podmaster within twenty light-years. The Podmaster cla.s.s was often deadly within itself, but there was a bond among them. Every one of them knew the hidden, hard strategies. Every one of them understood the true virtues of the Emergency. Ritser was young, still growing into himself. If the proper relationship could be established, other problems would be more tractable. And it would be worth it. Ritser Brughel was the only other Podmaster within twenty light-years. The Podmaster cla.s.s was often deadly within itself, but there was a bond among them. Every one of them knew the hidden, hard strategies. Every one of them understood the true virtues of the Emergency. Ritser was young, still growing into himself. If the proper relationship could be established, other problems would be more tractable.
And their ultimate success might be even greater than what he told Ritser. It could be greater than Uncle Alan had imagined. It was a vision that might have eluded Tomas himself, if not for this firsthand meeting with the Peddlers.
Uncle Alan had had a respect for far threats; he had continued the Balacrean traditions of emission security. But even Uncle Alan never seemed to realize that they were playing tyrant over a laughably tiny pond: Balacrea, Frenk, Gaspr. Nau had just told Ritser Brughel about the founding of Canberra. There were better examples he could have used, but Canberra was a favorite of Tomas Nau"s. While his peers studied Emergency history to death, and added trivial nuances to the strategies, Tomas Nau studied the histories of Human s.p.a.ce. Even a disaster like the Plague Time was a commonplace in the larger scheme of things. The conquerors in the histories dwarfed the Balacrean stage. So Tomas Nau was familiar with a thousand faraway Strategists, from Alexander of Macedon to Tarf Lu. . .to Pham Nuwen. Of them all, Pham Nuwen was Nau"s central model, the greatest of the Qeng Ho.
In a sense, Nuwen created the modern Qeng Ho. The Peddler broadcasts described Nuwen"s life in some detail, but they were sugar-coated. There were other versions, contradictory whispers between the stars. Every aspect of his life was worth study. Pham Nuwen had been born on Canberra just before the Qeng Ho landing. The child Nuwen had come into the Qeng Ho from outside. . .and transformed it. For a few centuries he drove the Peddlers to empire, the greatest empire known. He had been an Alexander to all Human s.p.a.ce. And-as with Alexander-his empire had not lasted.
The man had been a genius of conquest and organization. He simply did not have all the necessary tools.
Nau took a last look at the sky-blue beauty of Arachna as it slipped behind Hammerfest"s towers. He had a dream now. So far, it was a dream he admitted only to himself. In a few years he would conquer a nonhuman race, a race that had once flown between the stars. In a few years he would plumb the deepest secrets of the Qeng Ho fleet automation. With all that, he might be the equal of Pham Nuwen. With all that, he might make a star empire. But Tomas Nau"s dream went further, for he already had a tool of empire that Pham Nuwen and Tarf Lu and all the others had lacked. Focus. Focus.
The fulfillment of his dream was half a lifetime away, on the other side of the Exile and deadliness he might not yet imagine. Sometimes he wondered if he was crazy to think he could get there. Ah, but the dream burned so bright in his mind: With Focus, Tomas Nau might hold what he could grasp. Tomas Nau"s Emergency would become a single empire across all Human s.p.a.ce. And it would be the one that lasted.
SEVENTEEN.
Officially, of course, Benny Wen"s booze parlor did not exist. Benny had grabbed some empty utility s.p.a.ce between the inner balloons. Working in their free time, he and his father had gradually populated it with furniture, a zero-pool game, video wallpaper. You could still see the utility piping on the walls, but even that was covered with colored tape.
When his tree had the Watch, Pham Trinli spent most of his free time loafing here. And there had been more free time since he botched the L1 stabilization and Qiwi Lisolet took over.
The aroma of hops and barley hit Pham the moment he got past the door. A cl.u.s.ter of beery droplets drifted close by his ear, then zigged into the cleaning vent by the door.
"Hey, Pham, where the h.e.l.l have you been? Grab a seat." His usual cronies were mostly sitting on the ceiling side of the game room. Pham gave them a wave and glided across the room to take a seat on the outer wall. It meant he was facing sideways from the others, but there wasn"t that much room here.
Trud Silipan waved across the room at where Benny floated by the bar. "Where"s the beer and frids, Benny boy? Hey, and add on a big one for the military genius here!"
Everyone laughed, though Pham"s response was more an indignant snort. He"d worked hard to be the bluff blowhard. Want to hear a tale of derring-do? Just listen to Pham Trinli for more than a hundred seconds. Of course, if you had any real-world experience yourself, you"d see the stories were mostly fraud-and where they were not, the heroic parts belonged to somebody else. He looked around the room. As usual, more than half the clientele were Follower-cla.s.s Emergents, but most of the groups contained one or two Qeng Ho. It was more than six years since Relight, since the "Diem atrocity." For many of them, that was almost two years of lifetime. The surviving Qeng Ho had learned and adapted. They weren"t exactly a.s.similated, but like Pham Trinli, they had become an integral part of the Exile.
Hunte Wen drifted across the room from the bar. He towed a net full of drink bulbs, and the snack food that was the most he and Benny risked importing to the parlor. Talk lulled for a moment as he pa.s.sed the goods around, picked up favor scrip in return.
Pham snagged a bulb of the brew. The container was new plastic. Benny had some kind of in with the crews that ran surface operations on the rockpile. The little volatiles plant gulped in airsnow and water ice and ground diamond. . .and out came raw stocks, including the plastics for drinking bulbs, furniture, the zero-gee pool game. Even the parlor"s chief attraction was the product of the rockpile-touched by the magic of the temp"s bactry.
This bulb had a colored drawing on the side:DIAMOND AND ICE BREWERY , it said, and there was a picture of the rockpile being dissolved into suds. The picture was an intricate thing, evidently from a hand-drawn original. Pham stared at the clever drawing for a moment. He swallowed his wondering questions. In any case, others would ask them. . .in their own way. , it said, and there was a picture of the rockpile being dissolved into suds. The picture was an intricate thing, evidently from a hand-drawn original. Pham stared at the clever drawing for a moment. He swallowed his wondering questions. In any case, others would ask them. . .in their own way.
There was a flurry of laughter as Trud and his friends noticed the pictures. "Hey, Hunte, did you do this?"
The elder Wen smiled shyly and nodded.
"Hey, it"s kinda cute. Not like what a Focused artist could do, of course."
"I thought you were some kind of physicist, before you got your freedom?"
"An astrophysicist. I-I don"t remember much of that anymore. I"m trying new things."
The Emergents chatted with Wen for several minutes. Most were friendly, and-except for Trud Silipan-seemed genuinely sympathetic. Pham had vague recollections of Hunte Wen before the ambush, impressions of an outspoken, good-natured academic. Well, the good nature remained. The fellow smiled a lot, but a bit too apologetically. His personality was like a ceramic vessel, once shattered, now painstakingly rea.s.sembled, functional but fragile.
Wen picked up the last of the payment scrip and drifted back across the room. He stopped halfway to the bar. He drifted close to the wallpaper, and looked out upon the rockpile and the sun. He seemed to have forgotten all of them, was caught once more by the mysteries of the OnOff star. Trud Silipan chuckled and leaned across the table toward Trinli. "Driftier than h.e.l.l, isn"t he? Most de-zips aren"t that bad."
Benny Wen came from the bar and drew his father out of sight. Benny had been one of the firebreathers. He was probably the most obvious of Diem"s conspirators to survive.
Talk returned to the important issues of the day. Jau Xin wanted to find someone in Watch tree A who was willing to trade into B; his lady was stuck on the other Watch. It was the sort of swap that had to be cleared by the Podmasters, but if everyone was willing. . .Someone else pointed out that some Qeng Ho woman down in Quartermaster was brokering such deals, in return for other favors. "d.a.m.n Peddlers put a price on everything," Silipan muttered.
And Trinli regaled them with a story-true actually, but with enough absurdities that they would know it false-about a Long Watch mission he allegedly commanded. "Fifty years we spent with only four Watch groups. In the end I had to break the rules, allow children In Flight. But by that time, we had a market advantage-"
Pham was coming down on the punch line when Trud Silipan jabbed him in the ribs. "Hsst! My Qeng Ho Lord, your nemesis has arrived." That got a round of chuckles. Pham glared at Silipan, then turned to look.
Qiwi Lin Lisolet had just sailed through the parlor"s doorway. She twisted in midair, and touched down by Benny Wen. There was a lull in the room noise and her voice carried to Trinli"s group up by the ceiling. "Benny! Have you got those swap forms? Gonle can cover-" Her words faded as the two moved to the far side of the bar and other conversations resumed. Qiwi was clearly in full haggle, twisting Benny"s arm about some new deal.
"Is it true she"s still still in charge of stabilizing the rockpile? I thought that was your job, Pham." in charge of stabilizing the rockpile? I thought that was your job, Pham."
Jau Xin grimaced. "Give it a rest, Trud."
Pham raised a hand, the image of an irritated old man trying to look important. "I told you before, I got promoted. Lisolet handles the field details, and I supervise the whole operation for Podmaster Nau." He looked in Qiwi"s direction, tried to put just the right truculence into his gaze. Iwonder what she"s up to now. Iwonder what she"s up to now. The child was amazing. The child was amazing.
From the corner of his eye, Pham saw Silipan shrug apologetically at Jau Xin. They all figured Pham was a fraud, but he was well liked. His tales might be tall, but they were very entertaining. The trouble with Trud Silipan was he didn"t know when to stop goading. Now the fellow was probably trying to think of some way to make amends.
"Yes," said Silipan, "there aren"t many of us who report directly to the Podmaster. And I"ll tell you something about Qiwi Lin Lisolet." He looked around to see just who else was in the parlor. "You know I manage the zipheads for Reynolt-well, we provide support for Ritser Brughel"s snoops. I talked to the boys over there. Our Miss Lisolet is on their hot list. She"s involved in more scams than you can imagine." He gestured at the furniture. "Where do you think this plastic comes from? Now that she"s got Pham"s old job, she"s down on the rockpile all the time. She"s diverting production to people like Benny."
One of the others waggled a Diamonds and Ice drink bulb at Silipan. "You seem to be enjoying your share, Trud."
"You know that"s not the point. Look. These are community resources that she and the likes of Benny Wen are messing with." There were solemn nods from around the table. "Whatever accidental good it does, it"s still theft from the common weal." His eyes went hard. "In the Plague Time there weren"t many greater sins."
"Yes, but the Podmasters know about it. It"s not doing any great harm."
Silipan nodded. "True. They are tolerating it for now." His smile turned sly. "For maybe as long as she"s sleeping with Podmaster Nau." That was another rumor that had been going around.
"Look, Pham. You"re Qeng Ho. But basically you"re a military man. That"s an honorable profession, and it sets you high, no matter what your origin. You see, there are moral levels to society." Silipan was clearly lecturing from the received wisdom. "At the top are the Podmasters, statesmen I guess you"d call them. Below that are the military leaders, and underneath the leaders are the staff planners, the technicians, and the armsmen. Underneath that. . .are vermin of different categories: fallen members of the useful categories, persons with a chance of fitting back in the system. And below them are the factory workers and farmers. And at the very bottom-combining the worst aspects of all the sc.u.m-are the peddlers." Silipan smiled at Pham. Evidently he felt he was being flattering, that he had set Pham Trinli among the naturally n.o.ble. "Traders are the eaters of dead and dying, too cowardly to steal by force."
Even Trinli"s cover persona should choke on this a.n.a.lysis. Pham bl.u.s.tered, "I"ll have you know the Qeng Ho has been in its present form for thousands of years, Silipan. That"s hardly the mark of failure."
Silipan smiled with cordial sympathy. "I know it"s hard to accept this, Trinli. You"re a good man, and it"s right to be loyal. But I think you"re coming to understand. The peddlers will always be with us, whether they"re selling unlicensed food in an alley or lurking between the stars. The star-going ones call themselves a civilization, but they"re just the rabble that hangs around the edges of true civilizations."
Pham grunted. "I don"t think I"ve ever been flattered and insulted so much all at the same time."
They all laughed, and Trud Silipan seemed to think his lecture had somehow cheered Trinli. Pham finished his little story without further interruption. Talk drifted on to speculation about Arachna"s spider creatures. Ordinarily, Pham would soak up these stories with well-concealed enthusiasm. Today, his lack of attention was not an act. His gaze drifted back to the parlor"s bar table. Benny and Qiwi were half out of sight now, arguing about some deal. Mixed in with all the Emergent insanity, Trud Silipan did have a few things right. Over the last couple of years, an underground had bloomed here. It wasn"t the violent subversion of Jimmy Diem"s conspiracy. In the minds of the Qeng Ho partic.i.p.ants it wasn"t a conspiracy at all, merely getting on with business. Benny and his father and dozens of others were routinely bending and even violating Podmaster dicta. So far Nau hadn"t retaliated; so far, the Qeng Ho underground had improved the situation for almost everyone. Pham had seen this sort of thing happen once or twice before-when Qeng Ho couldn"t trade as free human beings, and couldn"t run, and couldn"t fight.
Little Qiwi Lin Lisolet was at the center of it all. Pham"s gaze rested on her wonderingly. For a moment, he forgot to glower. Qiwi had lost so much. By some standards of honor, she had sold out. Yet here she was, awake Watch on Watch, in a position to do deals in all directions. Pham bit back the fond smile he felt growing on his lips, and frowned at her. If Trud Silipan or Jau Xin ever knew how he really felt about Qiwi Lisolet, they would think him stark raving mad. If someone as clever as Tomas Nau ever understood, he might put two and two together-and that would be the end of Pham Trinli.
When Pham looked at Qiwi Lin Lisolet, he saw-more than he ever had before in his life- himself. himself.True, Qiwi was female, and s.e.xism was one of Trinli"s peculiarities that was not an act. But the similarities between them went deeper than gender. Qiwi had been-what, eight years old?-when she had started on this voyage. She had lived almost half her childhood in the dark between the stars, alone but for the fleet"s maintenance Watches. And now she was plunged into a totally different culture. And still she survived, and faced up to every new challenge. And she was winning.
Pham"s mind turned inward. He wasn"t listening to his drinking buddies anymore. He wasn"t even watching Qiwi Lin Lisolet. He was remembering a time more than three thousand years ago, across three centuries of his own lifetime.
Canberra. Pham had been thirteen, the youngest son of Tran Nuwen, King and Lord of all the Northland. Pham had grown up with swords and poison and intrigue, living in stone castles by a cold, cold sea. No doubt he would have ended up murdered-or king of all-if life had continued in the medieval way. But when he was thirteen everything changed. A world that had only legends of aircraft and radio was confronted by interstellar traders, the Qeng Ho. Pham still remembered the scorch their pinnaces had made of the Great Swamp south of the castle. In a single year, Canberra"s feudal politics was turned on its head.
The Qeng Ho had invested three ships in the expedition to Canberra. They had seriously miscalculated, thinking the locals would be at a much higher level of technology by the time of their arrival. But even Tran Nuwen"s realm couldn"t resupply them. Two of the ships stayed behind. Young Pham left with the third-a crazy hostage deal his father thought he was putting over on the star folk.
Pham"s last day on Canberra was cold and foggy. The trip from the castle walls down to the fen took most of the morning. It was the first time he had been allowed to see the visitors" great ships close up, and little Pham Nuwen was on a crest of joy. There might never be a moment in Pham"s life when he had so many things wrong and backwards: The starships that loomed out of the mists were simply landing pinnaces. The tall, strange captain who greeted Pham"s father was in fact a second officer. Three subordinate steps behind him walked a young woman, her face twisted with barely concealed discomfort-a concubine? a handmaiden? The real captain, it turned out.
Pham"s father the King gave a hand signal. The boy"s tutor and his dour servants marched him across the mud, toward the star folk. The hands on his shoulders were holding tight, but Pham didn"t notice. He looked up, wondering, his eyes devouring the "starships," trying to follow the sweeping curves of glistening maybe-metal. In a painting or a small piece of jewelry he had seen such perfection-but this was dream incarnate.
They might have gotten him aboard the pinnace before he really understood the betrayal, if it hadn"t been for Cindi. Cindi Ducanh, lesser daughter of Tran"s cousin. Her family was important enough to live at court, but not important enough to matter. Cindi was fifteen, the strangest, wildest person Pham had ever known, so strange that he didn"t even have a word for what she was-though "friend" would have sufficed.
Suddenly she was there, standing between them and the star folk. " No! No!It"s not right. It does no good. Don"t-" She held her hands up, as if to stop them. From the side, Pham could hear a woman shouting. It was Cindi"s mother, screaming at her daughter.
It was such a silly, stupid, hopeless gesture. Pham"s party didn"t even slow down. His tutor swung his quarterstaff in a low arc across Cindi"s legs. She went down.
Pham turned, tried to reach out to her, but now hard hands lifted him, trapped his arms and legs. His last glimpse of Cindi was her struggling up from the mud, still looking in his direction, oblivious of the axemen running toward her. Pham Nuwen never learned how much it had cost the one person who had stood up to protect him. Centuries later, he had returned to Canberra, rich enough to buy the planet even in its newly civilized state. He had probed the old libraries, the fragmented digital records of the Qeng Ho who had stayed behind. There had been nothing about the aftermath of Cindi"s action, nothing certain in the birth records of Cindi"s family forward from her time. She and what she had done and what it had cost were simply insignificant in the eyes of time.
Pham was swept up, carried quickly forward. He had a brief vision of his brothers and sisters, young men and women with cold, hard faces. Today, one very small threat was being removed. The servants stopped briefly before Pham"s father the King. The old man-forty years old, actually-stared down at him briefly. Tran had always been a distant force of nature, capricious behind ranks of tutors and contesting heirs and courtiers. His lips were drawn down in a thin line. For an instant something like sympathy might have lived in the hard eyes. He touched the side of Pham"s face. "Be strong, boy. You bear my name."
Tran turned, spoke pidgin words to the star man. And Pham was in alien hands.
Like Qiwi Lin Lisolet, Pham Nuwen had been cast out into the great darkness. And like Qiwi, Pham did not belong.
He remembered those first years more clearly than any other time in his life. No doubt the crew intended to pop him into cold storage and dump him at the next stop. What can you make of a kid who thinks there"s one world and it"s flat, who has spent his whole life learning to whack about with a sword?
Pham Nuwen had had his own agenda. The coldsleep coffins scared the devil out of him. The Reprise Reprise had scarcely left Canberra orbit when little Pham disappeared from his appointed cabin. He had always been small for his age, and by now he understood about remote surveillance. He kept the crew of the had scarcely left Canberra orbit when little Pham disappeared from his appointed cabin. He had always been small for his age, and by now he understood about remote surveillance. He kept the crew of the Reprise Reprise busy for more than four days searching for him. In the end, of course, Pham lost-and some very angry Qeng Ho dragged him before the ship"s master. busy for more than four days searching for him. In the end, of course, Pham lost-and some very angry Qeng Ho dragged him before the ship"s master.