"We train ourselves, without simulations. We drill for discipline and to keep our blood flowing. We fight each other in physical combat. All of you will be drill instructors. Martin, Rex and I will work up a schedule of physical endurance and combat. Hand to hand. Winners get to slick. n.o.body else. We"ll ask for volunteers to be rewards."
Only Rex returned his smile. The rest were astonished into blank expressions and silence. Ariel closed her eyes, swallowed.
Before now, except for his outburst following the neutrino storm, Hans" leadership instincts had always seemed acute. But Martin"s gut reaction to this p.r.o.nouncement was abhorrence. To go up against crewmates in zero-sum games, physical exercises, competing for the physical affection of a few...he could think of no other words for them, prost.i.tutes, wh.o.r.es, prost.i.tutes, wh.o.r.es, seemed as far wrong as they could go. seemed as far wrong as they could go.
But n.o.body objected, not Martin, not even Ariel. That horrified Martin more than anything else.
"Then let the games begin," Hans said.
Martin faced Jimmy Satsuma. They bowed to each other, circled warily, clinched.
In the schoolroom, fifteen other opponents faced off, circled, clinched. The room filled with grunts and shufflings, outrushes of air as bodies. .h.i.t the resilient floor, slaps of flesh on flesh. Wendys wrestled Wendys, Lost Boys faced off against each other.
The family groups, already reduced and weakened by the deaths, became even weaker as Cats opposed each other, Trees and Places wrestled together, Fish and Flowers grappled with Fish and Flowers.
The ship was finding a new social order. Victors emerged; Martin came in sixth out of the top fifteen Lost Boys.
Hans picked out the top fifteen as instructors, and the next round began with additional compet.i.tions: running, variations on football, soccer, handball.
There was some satisfaction to Martin in seeing that most of the victors eschewed Hans" rewards, walking from the matches with wary, embarra.s.sed glances. Rex Live Oak eschewed nothing, taking Donna Emerald Sea to his quarters.
Exhausted, bruised and sore, Martin spent half an hour in his quarters before sleep exploring the libraries of Dawn Treader. Dawn Treader. The libraries had re-opened in the past few days. There were gaps, but not large ones; about ninety-five percent had been saved or reconstructed from damaged domains. The libraries now integrated the remnants of the derelict"s deep time memory store. The libraries had re-opened in the past few days. There were gaps, but not large ones; about ninety-five percent had been saved or reconstructed from damaged domains. The libraries now integrated the remnants of the derelict"s deep time memory store.
With the libraries restored, he felt some of the pressure of turning inward pa.s.s away. He could venture outward again, through the ship"s information universe.
The zero-sum compet.i.tion was not nearly as divisive as Martin had feared. There were casualties; there were abstainers. Rosa Sequoia and a few of her followers did not compete, and Hans did not compel them to. Some refused after a few attempts, and Hans did not subject them to ridicule.
Days pa.s.sed.
n.o.body talked much about the upcoming rendezvous. It would be like inviting strangers to join a family already having enough troubles; the thought frightened Martin, and he realized with some elation that at least now he could genuinely feel uneasy, that the journey and Hans" outrages had pulled him out of the gloom that had returned since the voyage to the death ship, lifted that gloom sufficiently to have emotions other than blanketing, all-too-comfortable despair.
Perhaps Hans had been right again.
Sixty-four of the crew listened to Rosa"s storytelling. Hans was not there; Ariel and Martin, at his request, attended.
Ariel had accepted Hans and Martin"s attempt to bring her into the fold of authority with surprising composure. Martin thought of two explanations for her placidity: proximity to the center of things gave access to crucial information, and Ariel was no fool; and she would be closer to Martin.
Ariel sat beside Martin in the cafeteria. Martin was reasonably sure she had been making her moves on him, in her peculiar way, since the Skirmish.
He had been celibate since Paola Birdsong. The lure of the flesh was nothing compared to the other conflicts he had to resolve.
The crew came to the cafeteria singly and in triples; few entered in pairs. The dyad structure had broken down in Hans" exercises and rewards; those who had lost partners in the Skirmish had not yet made new matches, and only one or two new dyads were apparent.
Rosa began her session with a parable.
"Once, back when Earth was young, three children came upon a sick wolf in the woods. The first child was a girl, and her name was Penelope, and she was sweet and younger than the others, and spoke with a lisp. The second was Kim, her brother, who did not know where to go in life, and who always worried about fighting and winning. The third was Jacob, a cousin, the oldest, frightened of his shadow.
"They circled the wolf and Penelope asked the wolf what was wrong with it.
""I am in a trap," the wolf said, and Penelope saw that this was so; the wolf"s paw was caught in a steel jaw chained to the ground. "Please release me."
""Wait a minute," Kim said. "What if the trapper sees us? We"ll get in trouble ""The trapper only comes once a week," the wolf said.
""If you know that, then you must know where the trapper sets his traps. How did you fall into a trap if you knew where they were?" Kim asked.
""You are a very smart boy, so I will tell you something," the wolf said. "Something very important. But first you must release me."
""Are you a magic wolf?" Penelope asked. She had heard of such things."
""I am a sorcerer, pretending to be a wolf. I can change my shape at will, unless I am caught by iron-and this is iron."
""I think we should release him," Jacob said. "I don"t like to see live things in pain."
""Wait," Kim said. "Maybe this is the wolf that"s been killing our sheep. Maybe the trapper is doing us a favor."
""That was the cougar, not me," the wolf said. "Have you no trust?"
""I trust nothing, and care for nothing, because I have been hurt when I trusted before," Kim said.
""I trust you," Penelope said.
""I don"t know whether to trust him or not, but he"s in pain," Jacob said.
""What will you give us if we set you free?" Kim asked.
""I can grant no wish while I am trapped by iron," the wolf answered.
""So you can"t prove you"re a sorcerer. I say let"s leave him here for the trapper," Kim said.
"But Penelope reached down to open the trap anyway. Kim saw her and tried to stop her, but Jacob fought with him, and she opened the trap, and the wolf crawled free, lay in the gra.s.s with its tongue out, and said, "I am very ill. I will die now, because I have been in the trap so long, but I will come in your dreams and give you each what you have given to me."
"And the wolf died. Penelope mourned, and buried its body in the woods where the trapper would not find it. Kim stalked away, angry at Jacob. And Jacob felt sad that they had not saved the wolf, and that he had lost Kim"s friendship in the bargain.
"That night, the wolf came to Penelope in her dreams, but it was a slender old man wearing a wolf-fur robe, with sharp gray eyes and a wise smile. The old man said, "To you I give long life and children, and in your old age, when your time comes to die, you will be content with the men you have loved, the children you have borne, the life you have lived...This I give to you."
"To Jacob the sorcerer came as a wolf, and said, "You will live a long life, and it will be rich and complex, with sadness and joy mixed so that often you cannot distinguish between them. Life will make you a wise soul, because it will be hard, and when you die, you will sit on G.o.d"s favored side, to render advice on the affairs of men. All this you will have; but this you will lose. You will never know what is truth, and never know certainty. All things will be ambiguous, for this is the curse of wisdom."
"To Kim, the wolf came as a wolf, and growled at him in his dreams, until the dreams became dark as nightmare. And the wolf told him, "All your life the world will turn its hand against you. You will scheme and scheme, but gain no advantage, and learn nothing from your failures. You will not live to a ripe old age, but instead, you will die young, bitter and cheated, loved by no one. This I give to you."
""And what do you give to yourself?" Kim cried out in his dream. "You who have so much power, and can cause so much pain?"
""For my foolishness in being trapped, I can have nothing but oblivion. For to gain this power, long ago I sold my soul. I now have nothing. And when my ghost fades from your dream, I will be less than the echo of wind.""
Rosa lowered her head. The crew seemed to appreciate the story, but did not applaud. They stood to leave, and Jeanette Snap Dragon said in a stage voice, "Rosa was visited again last night. Something came to her."
The crew stopped, stared at Rosa, who raised her head, eyes distant.
"We don"t talk about it, but we think of the death ship a lot now," Rosa said. "We wonder why they all died, and there are no answers. I give no comfort this evening. Our greatest trial comes. Soon another kind of intelligence will join with us. We will be visited by innocents, and we will teach them pain."
Silent, without argument, the crew left the cafeteria.
Ariel followed Martin to Hans" quarters. "Well?" Rex Live Oak asked, beckoning them in as the door opened.
"She was...innocuous," Martin said.
"What kind of word is that?" Hans asked. "Nothing Rosa does can ever be innocuous. What did you think?" He stared at Ariel.
"She"s getting better. Much stronger," Ariel said. "Jeanette and Kirsten are with her all the time now. She doesn"t ask for me very often. She knows I talk to Martin and you. She"s putting together disciples. I think she"s building up to something."
Ariel gave Martin a fleeting smile, as if asking for approval but realizing he would not give it.
"Is that right?" Hans asked Martin.
"Whatever she"s building up to, she isn"t there yet," Martin said. "She spins a good story, but so far, it"s just entertainment. Fairy tales."
Hans pondered for a moment. "She"s not going to stick to telling stories. She"s bound to have another revelation. I"m not sure we can afford to let her go off on her own. We"re still close to the edge, and having visitors isn"t going to make things any easier." He mused, squeezing his palms together, making small sucking sounds. "What Rosa needs is a good slicking. Any volunteers?"
The crudity stunned Martin and made Ariel"s neck muscles stand out, but they did not answer.
"Not me," Rex Live Oak said casually.
"Just as I thought. I"ll have to bell and feed the cat. Part of the old burden, am I right?"
"The libraries are open, the food"s getting better, and the moms tell us we can use remotes to expand our baseline," Rex Live Oak said, looking around the cafeteria. "I think we"re ready to meet our new comrades. Any comments, before I let the search team report?"
The crew moved restlessly for a few seconds, as if reluctant to push forward a questioner. Paola Birdsong raised her hand.
"The Pan is supposed to give us the report," she said. "Why isn"t Hans here?"
"Hans is doing research now," Rex said.
"Then why not Harpal?" Erin Eire asked.
"I don"t know," Rex answered flippantly. "Harpal?"
Harpal shrugged, refusing to be stung. "Rank hath its privileges. Hans can pick anybody he wants as a speaker."
"We don"t need a speaker. We need the Pan himself," Erin persisted.
"I"ll take your questions directly to Hans," Rex said.
Martin looked around the room. There were two conspicuous absences: Hans, of course, and Rosa Sequoia.
"Think he"s giving Rosa her medicine?" Ariel whispered in Martin"s ear. Martin didn"t answer; if Hans was with Rosa, he must know their absence together would be noticed. If Rosa was giving in to Hans" "medicine," she was at risk of losing her unusual status, and perhaps that was Hans" intent.
Hakim cleared his throat and came forward as Rex cleared the way magnanimously with a sweep of his arm. "We are at least a half a trillion kilometers from the other ship," Hakim said. "We"ll drop our camouflage in a few days. The moms think it"s very doubtful anyone can detect us out here. We should be able to establish noach a few hours before rendezvous."
"Are we looking at the Cornflower?" Alexis Baikal asked.
Hakim affirmed that the Leviathan system was being studied.
"Anything new?" Bonita Imperial Valley asked.
"There are ten planets around Leviathan," Hakim said. "We have few details on the planets other than their ma.s.s and size: five rocky worlds less than twenty thousand kilometers in diameter. The sixth through the tenth planets are gas giants. They emit very little or nothing in radio frequencies. There has been no reaction to the destruction of Wormwood; no armoring, nothing. That is about all we can say for now."
"Are there other orbiting structures?" Erin Eire asked.
"Not that we can detect."
"Any explanation why they"ve changed since the death ship was there?" Rex asked.
Hakim shook his head. "Perhaps there has been ma.s.sive engineering, as there was around Wormwood. That would be my guess. Two planets might have been broken down for raw materials."
"Are the planets inhabited?" Paola asked.
"No signs of habitation, but that is expected. We presume they are," Hakim said, averting his eyes. "For now, there is not really much more to say."
"All right," Rex said, standing again, arms folded. "Comments? Anything for me to take to Hans?"
"We"re tired of wrestling," Jack Sand said.
"I"ll let him know," Rex said, smiling broadly.
Harpal came to Martin"s quarters an hour after the meeting, Ariel following. "I"m going to resign as Christopher Robin," he said, stalking through the door, arms swinging loosely, fists clenched.
"I suppose I don"t need to ask why," Martin said. Ariel sat with hands between her knees, lost in thought.
"I hope not. You"re too smart," Harpal said. "He picks me, then he lights on Rex, and Rex does everything I should be doing...and I do nothing. Does that make sense?"
"He"s feeling his way," Ariel said. Harpal turned on her.
"And where do you stand, Mademoiselle Critical?"
Ariel lifted her hands.
"Jesus," Harpal said. "When Martin was Pan, you were so full of bolsh we could grow mushrooms in your mouth!"
"Harpal," Martin said.
"I mean it! What"s with the sudden quiet?"
"I trusted Martin," Ariel said. "He wouldn"t hold things against me. Not enough to hurt me. I"m not an idiot."
This stopped Harpal cold. He simply stared at her, then at Martin, and threw his hands up in the air. "None of this makes sense."
Martin gestured with his fingers to her: Come on, let it out. Come on, let it out.