"It isn"t my job to criticize the Pan."
"I have felt badly about some of his actions, the way we have become. The games, with s.e.xual partners as rewards. Martin, I have kept very quiet until now, but that was wrong."
"Well, it"s stopped. We start training with the Brothers soon."
"You are not worried about what might happen?"
"Of course I"m worried."
"But not worried about Hans."
"Hakim, I know how difficult it is to be Pan. When I was Pan, people died. Hans was elected. That"s that."
Hakim regarded him sadly, then arranged his overalls with smoothing gestures of palms down chest and legs. "I will go to Hans now. I hope he will be as understanding as you."
"He"s no dummy," Martin said.
"He will not chastise us," Hakim said. "He will see, as well, that these are not our errors."
"I"m sure he will," Martin said. When Hakim had left, Martin rubbed his eyes vigorously with his knuckles, then looked up and around his quarters, as if seeing them for the first time; ribbons of light, bare brown and silver gray surfaces, the single cushion large enough for two; why had he asked for it to be large enough for two?
He was not due anywhere for an hour. There would be a meeting of past Pans with Hans and Rex and two of Stonemaker"s planners; they would begin to design drills, coordinate strategies.
Brothers and humans could and would work together.
Martin reached for his wand and idly tuned to the translated territories of the Brother libraries. Vast regions were still incomprehensible. The human wands did not supply scent; he could not interpret half of what might be stored. Even the best translations would never be ideal. As Hakim had discovered, even so simple a thing as numbers were subject to ambiguity. He wondered how the Brothers counted...
Perhaps counting was not important to them.
Perhaps they were better equipped to deal with Leviathan"s changing nature than humans.
He searched for Theodore"s texts in his wand, found them still intact after the disasters and merger. Randomly he leafed through the projected pages, hoping for some small insight or guidance.
Never underestimate the power of circ.u.mstance to grind your very bones, Theodore had written in the first three months of their journey. Theodore had written in the first three months of their journey. Never underestimate the perverse power of everything to go wrong, to tend toward trouble. Always the problems seem to come from within; I judge myself to be at fault, for not antic.i.p.ating the unforeseeable, not knowing the way a chaotic function will collapse. Never underestimate the perverse power of everything to go wrong, to tend toward trouble. Always the problems seem to come from within; I judge myself to be at fault, for not antic.i.p.ating the unforeseeable, not knowing the way a chaotic function will collapse.
And elsewhere, What I have lost does not make me greater, but it makes me deeper, like a hole. Take more away and I will come through to the other side, like a gaping wound. But then I will be the wound and the body will have sloughed away. Is it possible to lose more of what is not there?
Very adolescent, with the insight of resilient youth and none of the reserved silence of the experienced adult. If he had written these things, Martin might have felt a little embarra.s.sed. But then he had always felt that way about Theodore"s writings: strongly attracted to them, even admiring, but always discomfited by them. They explored territories, emotions, and ideas Martin was not comfortable with.
Theodore had been so open. open. It was what killed him. It was what killed him.
He turned off the projected pages, lay back on the cushion and asked for the lights to dim. Soon there would be much less time for sleep.
"How in h.e.l.l can anyone disguise an entire star system?" Hans asked. His hair stuck out in blond spikes; clearly, he had not slept much recently. Ex-Pans, Silken Parts, and Stonemaker"s representatives, Eye on Sky and Shipmaker, gathered in the nose with the joint search team. The starfield expanded beyond, Leviathan bright and steady to one side, still too far away for planets to be visible to their naked eyes.
Silken Parts rustled; every few minutes, the braids would tremble, as if their cords needed to scratch some itch difficult to locate. Luis Estevez Saguaro had prepared a chart comparing the four views they had of the system-the view found in the records of the dead ship, the Dawn Treader"s Dawn Treader"s view from just beyond Wormwood, the view obtained by the Brothers, and the present view. Hans regarded it dourly, chin in hand. view from just beyond Wormwood, the view obtained by the Brothers, and the present view. Hans regarded it dourly, chin in hand.
"How much energy would it take to broadcast such a disguise?" he asked.
Hakim calculated quietly. "Half the energy produced by the star itself, in one estimate," he said.
Silken Parts softly disagreed. With violin speech and a some what musty odor, he said, "We cannot a.s.sume the disguise is broadcast in all directions-"
"Wait," Hans interrupted, raising one hand. Silken Parts drew back, rustled again. Martin doubted that the Brother felt affronted but he wished Hans could be less imperious. "You think something" being broadcast. broadcast. What-an image of the system, altered somehow?" What-an image of the system, altered somehow?"
Hakim cleared his throat. "Jennifer and Giacomo-"
"Spare me more G.o.dd.a.m.n momerath," Hans said. "I need some thing concrete."
"Please have patience," Hakim said, looking to one side, face darkening.
Hans lifted a hand, flicked a finger: go on.
"Jennifer and Giacomo have taken time from the work in the combined libraries. Jennifer believes that several regions of s.p.a.ce may have had their ray tracing, their radiation-transit bit structures interfered with. Photons could seem to appear out of nothing. These regions, each perhaps as wide as the star system itself, but having no depth-located perhaps at the periphery of the system-would add like giant projectors, revealing convincing full-spectrum images of...a nonexistent system."
Hans poked his finger into a projected image of the fifteen planet system. "Like this one, but a lot bigger. You mean, if we were to enter, we"d pa.s.s through the deception, see what was really there?
"Not at all," Hakim said. "It would be possible to shift these ray-altered regions to continue to deceive. I admit, it would be ma.s.sive undertaking, but not nearly so great as wrapping the entire solar system in a sphere of deception."
Silken Parts said, "Our ideas cross difficult. Please project."
Hakim quickly sketched in diagrams showing their position regions of ray-alteration shaped like shields, camouflaged or deceptive images perceived from great distances.
"Very powerful," Silken Parts said. "Could change field of battle. Great blindness and confusion." He explained to Eye on Sky and Shipmaker.
"Scary stuff," Hans said. "Any way we can penetrate it?"
"If it is constant, no," Hakim said. "But if the images are maintained only at certain intervals, we may receive a correct image with constant vigilance."
"But we wouldn"t necessarily know which was correct."
Hakim shook his head, eyes downcast.
"So what do we plan for?" Hans asked.
"Stonemaker should be in on any planning," Harpal said. Martin agreed.
"Right. But what I"m asking is, how how can we make plans, when we can"t know what to expect, what is real and what is not?" can we make plans, when we can"t know what to expect, what is real and what is not?"
"Possibly nothing is there at all," Silken Parts said.
Hans" eyes seemed to glaze over. He put his hands behind his neck, shook his head slowly, said, "I haven"t the slickest notion what we can do, but we need a war conference."
As they prepared to leave, Paola Birdsong arrived with a string of ten braids, all eager to see the un.o.bscured stars. She smiled at Martin as they pa.s.sed, happy with her new occupation. "They feel better if they can see the stars once or twice a tenday," she said.
The braids rustled like leaves poured from a bag.
Martin learned from Silken Parts that Stonemaker would not be available for four days. Hearing the search team"s latest information had caused quite a stir among the Brothers, and Makers of Agreement had been called for.
Donating two cords apiece, the Brothers had created three large new individuals, the Makers of Agreement. They served one function only: to look over the present situation and render fresh judgment, unclouded by whatever prejudices the former braids might have had.
Hans received this news from Martin and Eye on Sky with intense vexation. He conferred with Rex for a few moments in one corner of the schoolroom, then returned and said, "All right. We"ll hold a conference with the Makers of Agreement. Is that okay with you?"
Eye on Sky smelled of cabbage and old tobacco smoke, showing intense cogitation, and replied, "It will be adequate."
"Maybe they"ll give us a fresh perspective as well," Hans said. Martin watched from one side, arms folded behind his back.
The discussion took place in the Brothers" territory. It was dart in the corridors there; the air smelled moist and electric, like a storm Sometimes Martin caught a tang of beach, salt and organic decay Eye on Sky led Hans, Rex, Paola, Martin, Harpal, Cham, and Joe to a small, close chamber. Martin had requested that Paola join them since she was most expert at Brother speech.
The walls were coated with dripping oil. On the floor of the chamber, three braids lay, undulating slowly to a steady wind of intensely organic, fishy smells and the sound of waves breaking on a sh.o.r.e.
The braids rose and coiled like cobras as the humans entered Martin could not recognize any of them; all patterns had been rear ranged. They did not even smell familiar. In the past few tendays Martin had learned to pick up a few of the subtle odors of individual braids, even giving some of them code names: Teacake, Almond Breath, Kimchee, Vinegar.
Eye on Sky, the best of the Brothers at speaking English, would act as translator for the temporary braids. "Makers of Agreement will seem disoriented for a time, but when the braids return cords to all, we they all will remember discussions."
"Not ideal," Hans commented dryly. "Still, we"re coming into Leviathan in the next three months. We need to begin strategic planning. War counsels. Understood?"
Eye on Sky translated, with Paola"s help. While Paola could not make Brother sounds, she had modified her wand to provide basic vocabulary.
Hans wrinkled his nose at the effusion of smells. "I"ve been studying your conflict. We all have, I a.s.sume."
"Conflict?" Eye on Sky asked.
"Your battle. When your ship was severely damaged."
"Yes," the braid said. "We might translate it more as the Sadness."
"You entered a stellar system ten light years from here, to take on what you a.s.sumed was a world colonized by Killers...And in fact, you were probably correct. You made an effort to be certain your judgment was correct. That took a year and a half, our time...An extraordinary effort. During that time, you were detected, but you maneuvered through the defenses, sterilized the surface of the planet then encountered a squadron of killer probes fleeing from the destruction. You were subjected to a bombardment of neutronium weapons; you survived with high casualties and severe damage to your ship."
He paused. Eye on Sky added nothing to this summary.
"You accelerated out of the system, and with your available resources, looking back, you saw what might have been the surviving killer probes returning to the planet."
"Yesss..." said Eye on Sky, with the peculiar musical upturn in its voice. "Mostly correct."
"Anything incorrect?" Hans asked, eyebrow raised.
"Mostly correct."
"All right," Hans said, shoulders slumping, hunching his upper body over where he sat. He lifted his wand and projected some crude colored sketches of the Brothers" battle. "It seems obvious to me that you faced a decoy world, much as we did around Wormwood. It may have been a less sophisticated decoy-it was farther away from Leviathan-but that in itself could be important. We both got our a.s.ses wiped. Pardon me-"
"The a.n.a.logy, for we us, is cords were skinned," Eye on Sky said. "I we understand." A steady progression of violin sounds, chirps, and smells wafted from Eye on Sky to the three temporary braids.
Hans smiled. "And after you were done, it seemed likely the killer probes would repair the decoy, start all over."
"Yes," Eye on Sky said.
"So in effect, your sacrifice was for nothing."
"Yes," Eye on Sky said.
"We"re all pretty awful at antic.i.p.ating what the Killers can do. But then, so are the moms-your snake mothers, too, I a.s.sume. The closer we get to Leviathan, the more sophisticated the traps, until Wormwood itself seemed to actually be be the target. I think we can a.s.sume Leviathan is the real center of interest. And the deceptions and defenses are going to be extraordinary. Am I right?" the target. I think we can a.s.sume Leviathan is the real center of interest. And the deceptions and defenses are going to be extraordinary. Am I right?"
The three braids stirred as Eye on Sky conveyed this to them.
"There is general agreement we our survival not good chances," Eye on Sky said.
"But we have an advantage," Hans said.
"Combined resources and knowledge," Eye on Sky translated for the largest braid.
Martin added, "And the chance to compare notes and pool our minds. The Killers don"t know that we intercepted the Red Tree Runners" ship. They don"t know that we"ve combined forces with you."
"Right," Hans said. "Some of our best brains are working with some of yours, and we"re getting along just fine. Now it"s time to make serious plans."
The three braids moved closer together, heads almost touching. Smells of bananas and musty wine.
"I"d like our weapons crews to join with yours. I"d like the moms and snake mothers to make ships we can fly together."
Martin felt a sudden and unexpected renewal of respect for Hans.
"We"re in this together," Hans said, rubbing his face with his palms and wiping them on his overalls as if they were greasy. He looked at Cham and Martin, smiled, turned back to the braids. "We"re family. Am I right?"
"It is a good time for this," Eye on Sky translated.
"We"re going to need a joint planning team," Hans said. "Myself, Rex, Harpal, Martin will be on it from our side. As soon as possible-we"ll need to know which braids will represent your side."
"Agreed," Eye on Sky said. "Makers of Agreement look sharply at we our crew, and choose, and then rea.s.semble normal in two days your time. Stonemaker will announce to yours."
"Perfect," Hans said. He clasped his hands, bowed to Eye on Sky and the Makers, gathered up his party, and prepared to leave the Brothers" territory. The largest temporary braid suddenly screeched shrilly and all turned to look at him.
"I we sees water clear, air clear," he said, voice like a child"s recorded on a bad tape machine.
Hans nodded, waiting for more.
"This is the one," the large temporary continued. "As you sound words, this is the one. Fine all if we we die for this."
"Right," Hans said.
"I we believes this one means-"Eye on Sky began.
"I understand him perfectly," Hans said, raising his thumb. "We are in accord. Am I right?"
The humans nodded. In the corridor, once in human territory and away from any Brothers, Hans murmured, "G.o.d d.a.m.n, I love the way they talk. If we could only speak their lingo-smello half sowell-o!"
Martin felt unexpected tears begin in his eyes. Hans was still capable, still a leader; his decisions and ideas were strong and forward.
The moms and snake mothers took the joint Weapons Team into the weapons store and showed them three modified craft. Each could carry a braid and a human in separated compartments; this, they explained, in case one was injured or suffered problems that might interfere with the other.