"I am not as good with words as other Pans have been. I don"t know if a pep-talk from me will do you any good. We have our own tragedies to face, our own...evil to deal with. But all that has to be put aside for now. It can"t knock us off the road.
"This is the anniversary of the day we left the solar system. The road takes us to meet Earth"s Killers. I know know what I have to do. You all know what you have to do." what I have to do. You all know what you have to do."
Enough was enough. "Let"s go," he said.
Humans and Brothers, the crew of the Trojan Horse Trojan Horse entered the cafeteria. Martin sat against the wall. Hakim sat beside him. "I am not frightened," Hakim said, eyes glittering, face flushed as if with fever. entered the cafeteria. Martin sat against the wall. Hakim sat beside him. "I am not frightened," Hakim said, eyes glittering, face flushed as if with fever.
"I am," Martin said.
"It would be more polite for me to be frightened with you," Hakim said, shaking his head. "But I am not. I feel as if I have lived a very long time. If I must face Shaitan, Shaitan, now is the time to do it. Allah will have pity on us all, and we will..." He swallowed. "This talk of G.o.d does not disturb you?" now is the time to do it. Allah will have pity on us all, and we will..." He swallowed. "This talk of G.o.d does not disturb you?"
"No," Martin said, gripping Hakim"s shoulder.
"Rosa did not take Allah away from us."
"Of course not."
"We will grow in Allah"s sight, after this," Hakim said. "Allah loved Earth, and loves his frail children."
Martin nodded. He watched Ariel sitting at a table, getting up as table and benches sank into the floors. He smiled at her. She looked around, held up her arms, Where am I going to sit? Where am I going to sit?
Martin patted the floor beside him.
She sat. "I think we should take another vote...on who should be Pan. After the Job."
Martin nodded absently.
"Poor Rosa," she said, drawing up her knees.
Martin closed his eyes. Hakim murmured suras from the Qur"an. Qur"an. The ten Brothers coiled near the middle. Eye on Sky approached Martin. The ten Brothers coiled near the middle. Eye on Sky approached Martin.
"We we are sorry for the tragedy of the death," he said. "We we are hoping this does not make you less efficient."
"I appreciate your concern," Martin said.
Paola put an arm around Eye on Sky. "We"ll do our work well."
Martin looked up into its "face," like the frayed end of a rope with eyes and a bouquet of claws. "Times past, an observation was made by one of yours," Eye on Sky said. "In we our hearing. That humans might know more about death and killing than Brothers. This is not so. Brothers have fought with each other, though not for many thousands of years."
Paola hovered nervously, looking between them.
"We we and you will share the guilt for this vengeance," Eye on Sky said. "It is agreed, as the Brothers agreed when we ourselves set this mission along, this Job."
He smelled of tea and woodsmoke, a combination Martin had not experienced before.
"I"m glad to have you with us," Martin said.
"Until we our world was destroyed," Eye on Sky continued, "Brothers thought the stars to be peaceful, places of unity and being sure-footed. We we have learned, those of other stars are only like we ourselves."
"We"re a team," Martin said, rising and extending his arms. Eye on Sky leaned forward, and Martin hugged the sinewy braid as well, feeling the leathery dryness of its cords ripple beneath his fingers.
The ship began its sounds of dividing, familiar to them all. The door to the cafeteria admitted a mom and a snake mother, and then smoothed shut, its outlines vanishing into the wall. Fields appeared automatically around each of them, vibrating faint pastel colors. Martin watched Eye on Sky return to the center, followed by his field. The humans stayed on the periphery.
"End of deceleration in twenty seconds," the mom said.
Their weight pa.s.sed from them until they floated. Martin automatically did the exercises that controlled his inner ear and his stomach.
"Separation will begin in fifteen seconds," the mom said. The snake mother made low string sounds and percussive clicks for the Brothers.
The ladder fields grew brighter. m.u.f.fled sounds of matter being rearranged, fake matter growing; Martin"s hair stood on end. He thought of the decaying death ship lost in endless cold void, its fake matter fizzling away after ages, mummies of the crew surrounded by eternal haloes of cold dust, undisturbed in the interstellar medium until their arrival.
The cafeteria closed in. Fields jostled them within the smaller, rearranged s.p.a.ce. They now occupied the sleeping quarters of the Trojan Horse. Trojan Horse.
"I told them about the Iliad" Iliad" Paola whispered to Martin and Ariel. "They were very impressed. And we chose another name for the ship, when we"re in disguise, so we don"t have to explain Paola whispered to Martin and Ariel. "They were very impressed. And we chose another name for the ship, when we"re in disguise, so we don"t have to explain Trojan Horse: Double Seed Trojan Horse: Double Seed."
More sounds, sliding and sc.r.a.ping, something vibrating like a broken pitch pipe. Trojan Horse/Double Seed Trojan Horse/Double Seed broke free of broke free of Greyhound Greyhound and and Shrike. Shrike.
All three ships spread apart, each on a different course and schedule, each with a different mission, fifty billion kilometers from Leviathan, still racing at close to light-speed.
"Super deceleration in ten seconds," the mom said.
They had been through this many times before, enough to be used to it, but Martin felt a deep sense of dread: dread of the poised dream-state, his every move second-guessed by the volumetric fields. He felt them creep around his molecules, taking inventory of his body. And dread as well for what they all would have to face if they succeeded, when the ships came back together: the lies and deceit he knew had been perpetrated on the crews.
"Good luck," Ariel said.
He tried to think of a pleasant scene on Earth, to lock this into his thoughts and avoid visions of the dead.
Instead, he saw as if through a grim doc.u.mentary that the entire crew had been fed fake matter food, that they were now made of ma.s.sless coerced points in s.p.a.ce; that when the Job was done they would simply dissolve like the Red Tree Runners" Ship of the Law.
The Law would be done at the cost of their being; in fact, they were nothing right at this moment, merely illusions on a ghost ship falling again into brightness to bring death.
His unvoiced moan seemed to echo behind his closed eyes. If he opened his eyes, he would see the others, trying to do little tasks, conversing or just sitting, waiting out the constrained hours. He preferred to be alone with this nightmare.
Twenty-two hours pa.s.sed.
An hour before super deceleration ended, as planned, Hakim broadcast their first message to the beings around Leviathan. He had created a simple binary signal repeating pi and the first ten prime numbers, without the Brothers" help; the moms had indicated Brother mathematics was most unusual, and not likely to be easily understood.
The signal was adjusted to disguise their velocity. It would reach Leviathan"s worlds in twenty-three hours; Trojan Horse/Double Seed Trojan Horse/Double Seed would be twenty-two billion kilometers from the system by then, easily visible to Leviathan"s masters. would be twenty-two billion kilometers from the system by then, easily visible to Leviathan"s masters.
The mom informed them that Greyhound Greyhound and and Shrike Shrike were doing well, that all was going as planned. were doing well, that all was going as planned.
Martin listened to the mom"s voice, acknowledged with a nod that he had heard the news and understood it, closed his eyes again, waited, still not convinced of his reality, his solidity.
Ariel touched his arm. "You don"t look happy," she said.
"Nightmare," he said, shaking his head.
"You"re not asleep," she said.
"Doesn"t matter."
"Want to talk?"
"About what?"
"About after."
He smiled. "After we get the Job done? Or after we"ve decelerated?"
"After anything," she said.
Martin opened his eyes completely and wiped them to clear his mottled vision. What he saw was still not sharp; Ariel leaned on her elbow a meter away, face blurred, eyes indistinct, mouth moving. He made an effort to listen.
"The Wendys will make their gowns. We"ll marry a planet. Do you ever think about that?"
He shook his head.
"I do. I"d like to let it all down, relax, sit in a thick, fresh atmosphere with the sun in the sky...just not worry about anything. Do you think people on Earth ever did that?"
"I suppose."
"I wonder if I"d make a good mother. Having babies, I mean."
"Probably," he said.
"I"ve just started thinking about being a mother. My thoughts...I"ve been young for so long, it"s hard to imagine actually being grown-up."
"Ariel, I"m not thinking too clearly right now. We should talk later."
"If you want. I don"t mind if you don"t answer. Do you mind listening?"
"I don"t know if I mind anything right now."
"All right," she said. "I"ll wait. But we"re going to be so busy."
"That will be good," Martin said. "Not having time to think."
"Do you have a voice..." She trailed off. "It sounds so silly, like something Rosa might say. Do you have a voice that tells you what"s going to happen?"
"No," Martin said.
"I think I do. We"re going to survive, Martin."
"Good," Martin said.
"I"ll be quiet." She lay back and folded her hands on her stomach. Martin looked down at her from his seat against the wall.
"She"s not as pretty as Theresa," Theodore said, standing over them. "But she"s honest. She"s resourceful. You could do a lot worse."
"Shut up," Martin said.
Ariel opened her eyes languidly. "Didn"t say anything."
"Not talking to you," Martin said, slumping until his legs b.u.mped hers, then sidling up next to her. He reached out and hugged her. She tensed, then sighed and relaxed, turned her face toward his, looked him over from a few centimeters, eyebrows arched quizzically.
"I know I"m not as pretty as Theresa," she whispered. Her vulnerability p.r.i.c.ked deep beneath his la.s.situde.
"Shh," he said.
"You two were good," she said.
He patted her shoulder. "Sleep," he said.
She snuggled closer, gripping his hand with her long fingers.
Trojan Horse ended super deceleration at ten percent light-speed. Volumetric fields lifted. They would coast for five days, then begin a more leisurely deceleration to enter the system. ended super deceleration at ten percent light-speed. Volumetric fields lifted. They would coast for five days, then begin a more leisurely deceleration to enter the system.
The first response to their signal came on tight-beam transmission from the fourth planet, content simple enough: a close match, with subtle and interesting variations, of Hakim"s repet.i.tive code. The first twelve prime numbers were counted out in binary.
Martin examined the message while still dazed from the constraints. Simple acknowledgement, without any commitment or welcome.
Salutary caution in a forest full of wolves. Or supreme confidence mixed with humility...
Hakim sent another message, this time with samples of human and Brother voices extending greetings, his own voice counting numbers, and a list of mathematical and physical constants.
Martin ate his lunch of soup in a squeeze bulb and a piece of cake as he looked over fresh pictures of the fourth planet. Huge and dark, touched with streamers of water vapor cloud, wide black oceans and lighter gray continents.
"When will the other ships finish super deceleration?"
"Shrike in fifty-four minutes, and in fifty-four minutes, and Greyhound Greyhound in one hour, fifty-two minutes," Hakim said. "We can noach them now, if you wish, of course." in one hour, fifty-two minutes," Hakim said. "We can noach them now, if you wish, of course."
"No need," Martin said. "Let them recover first. We need time to work on our disguise. We need to rehea.r.s.e."
"Sounds like the cla.s.s play," Erin said, moving in for a closer look at the projected fourth planet.
"We"ll follow the script closely," Martin said. He looked around the compartment, making sure the Brothers had recovered from deceleration. They took the process harder than humans and needed two hours disa.s.sembled to bring themselves out of funk.
Eye on Sky came forward, Paola at his side. He smelled of some exotic spice Martin couldn"t identify: wine and cinnamon, hot resin.
"We are ready," Eye on Sky said.
The bridge of Double Seed Double Seed took shape, Brothers and humans orchestrating the final practical and decorative touches. took shape, Brothers and humans orchestrating the final practical and decorative touches.
The crew compartment made sleeping nets for humans and ring beds for Brothers-a series of hoops within which a braid could disa.s.semble and the cords could hang, one or two claws attached to each ring.
Silken Parts and Paola translated the proceedings for all the Brothers.
"We"ll have four more days to rehea.r.s.e," Martin said. "Hakim and Sharp Seeing will keep track of our interchanges with whoever"s down there. We"ll have an all-crew briefing every twelve hours. If you"re not on duty, you"re free to contribute to the background. Ariel and Paola will coordinate with Scoots Fast."