Aaron seemed to grow dark. "We lost one of ours. Administrator. We have a right to our revenge."
"You have no right!" Zack exploded. "Don"t you understand what you represent?"
"We decline to represent anything! We"re not your frozen fetuses anymore. We are living creatures, with our own wills, and our own needs! We are not your freezing children! WE are the future of this planet. You are its past."
"There will be no return."
Aaron glared at them. He seemed to be on the verge of saying something. Then he nodded curtly.
"Is that all, then?"
"It is," Zack said.
Aaron Tragon turned, heel-toe, and left the room.
Chapter 15.
THE VERDICT.
I tell them that if they will occupy themselves with the study of mathematics, they will find in it the best remedy against the l.u.s.ts of the flesh.
THOMAS MANN, The Magic Mountain
The clouds were gray, tinged with orange where Tau Ceti licked them from beneath, at the seventh dawn after Robor"s return. A lone pterodon circled overhead, skawing mournfully to the misted cairn of Mucking Great Mountain. Its angular wings flapped somberly.
The early light had yet to transform the fertile fields and roads and buildings of Camelot into a community. It remained a sleeping thing, and but for the four hundred people gathered in the small graveyard, it would have seemed deserted.
The coffins were small. Not much was needed for bones. Mary Ann had asked that her child be cremated. Cadmann told her gently that that was out of the question: additional tissue tests might be needed at some future time.
She asked that Linda be buried up on the Bluff; but every member of the colony wanted to be present for the ceremony. A compromise was reached. The ceremony was performed in the colony graveyard. Joe and Linda would be buried up on the Bluff, side by side.
Sylvia held Cadzie, who was oddly quiet. The past week had been hard for him.
Cadmann looked out at his friends and family, and tried to hold his voice even. "We knew what we did when we came here. We entrusted our seed, breed, and generation to a world no human being had touched. We knew that there would be grief, but also joy."
Mary Ann clung to his arm, wan and fragile and shattered inside.
"There has been joy here, so far from Earth. There has been-" He faltered. The words wouldn"t flow. "The joy of hard work, shared by friends and family. The joy of discovery, of a new land. The joy of love and birth and growth. There is a price for everything in this life, and we thought we had paid that price."
His vision clouded. "We were foolish enough to think that one generation can pay the way for the next. G.o.d has showed us that each must pay his own way through life. My daughter is gone. The man she loved, our friend and companion for twenty years, is gone." He looked out over the faces in the crowd. He knew each one of them. Had been present when many of them were born. This was their world . . .
Wasn"t it?
"By a miracle, their baby, my grandchild, was saved. We have an obligation to keep that child-" Gently, softly, he took Cadzie from Sylvia"s arms. "-this child safe. He belongs to all of us now. We have . . . " The hurt was bubbling up now, faster and faster and he didn"t seem to be able to get the barriers up in time to stop it. "We have to keep this world safe."
He held Cadzie to his chest, felt the life in that small bundle. Smelled the fresh baby smell, and heard the small heart beating, and knew how close, how terribly close death had come to this small thing that he loved so dearly. Suddenly the ground had struck his knees. How had that happened? Sylvia was prying Cadzie out of his arms. His forehead struck Linda"s coffin, and all of the things that he had never said, had thought that there would be time to say, boiled out of him, scorched him with their scorn, and turned all of his carefully planned words into a, miserable slurry of lies.
And when, after a while, Sylvia and Justin helped him up, and the final words were spoken by Zack, Cadmann felt high above himself, with the pterodons, up in the clouds, watching these small, insignificant people scratching in the dirt of Avalon, burying their dead in the earth that would, too soon, receive them all.
Aaron"s den was crowded with bodies and talk, and warmed by a crackling thornwood fire. Chaka pressed his big palms against the northern window, feeling the vibration as big fat spa.r.s.e drops shattered against it. Beyond the deserted beach, waves rolled and crashed as if attempting to wash all trace of Man and his words from Avalon.
A tiny human shape rode a sliver of wood and plastic atop a black wave. Idiot. Probably showing off for the kaffeeklatsch that had not invited him.
Chaka turned, for the thousandth time examining Aaron"s living s.p.a.ce, speculating on what it revealed about the Star born"s de facto president. It was small, actually-smaller than many of the other Surf"s Up dwellings. Not elaborate, or richly appointed.
But what it was, was precise, to a degree that made Chaka vaguely uncomfortable. Aaron had designed and built it himself. Every joint of wood dovetailed into every other joint with machined precision. The couches were built into the walls, chairs fitted to tables, windows slanted to give the illusion of more room and positioned to catch the maximum of natural light.
But there was something almost . . . what? Womblike? Aaron"s lair was really a bachelor pad, without room for a cohabitant, no matter how often or intensely he might entertain overnight guests.
He knew, for instance, that no woman had ever slept on Aaron"s narrow bed. It was too narrow for lovemaking-such intimate activity invariably took place on the living-room divan. Or the floor, or the shower, or standing up in a hammock. Aaron was nothing if not a s.e.xual athlete. The bed was almost too narrow for sleep. Even unconscious, Aaron"s discipline was Spartan.
A kitchen/dinette for meals, a living room for guests, a den for conspirators, a library for study, an exercise room for physical torture, and a bedroom for sleep, all fitted about one another like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, in perhaps two-thirds the s.p.a.ce of the average dwelling. Odd.
Katya made coffee at the counter along one wall, using the elaborate samovar she had installed to keep a constant supply of hot water. She seemed to be giving the conversation only half of her attention. The rest of her mind was probably evaluating the relational dynamic between Jessica and Aaron. Jessica stood next to Aaron"s chair, idly fondling his hair. Not that Katya was directly interested in Aaron-any fool could see that she was in love with Justin. But a Tragon-Weyland alliance would affect Avalonian history for the next three centuries.
The monitor next to Aaron"s huge easy chair looked blank at first glance, and Chaka took a moment to study it. Pale brown, with a fine texture . . . faded ornate lettering . . . and then it leapt into focus.
It was the Scribeveldt, that northeastern region of the continent which had never been seen except through cameras aboard Geographic. Flat and featureless, endless pampas, with one river and few streams. Chaka watched cursor points draw tracks in speeded-up motion. They made pale graceful curves that crossed each other rarely, as if something immense was trying to write messages to Geographic.
Chaka cleared his throat and spoke to the computer screen. "Edgar, you on?"
He was looking at the top of Edgar"s head. Eyes glanced up, fell again. "Yeah."
Trish Chance"s fingers clamped on Chaka"s forearm, and she swung him around into a gaudy, pa.s.sionate kiss. Edgar looked up again, fighting a smile. "I"m here. I"m listening. Hi, Chaka. Hi, Trish. Enough already."
"Hi, Edgar," Trish sang sweetly.
"Edgar, it"s official," Aaron said, and it was suddenly clear he was speaking to them all. "No expedition to the mainland. Not even for Grendel Scout graduations. Nothing until they understand what happened."
"That"s a quote?" Chaka asked.
"Condensation. Accurate, though."
"They won"t understand until we learn more," Chaka said. "And we won"t learn until we"ve been there awhile."
Katya asked, "Chaka? What do you think happened?"
Chaka shook his head. "Avalon Weird. It"s a locked-room mystery. I don"t have any ideas. Neither does my father." He caught Aaron"s change of expression, and met his eyes. Father.
"Your father," Aaron said, "is as likely to have ice on his mind as any other First. Your father is not closer to an answer than anyone else. They will never find out. Something killed our friends. They won"t let us go until we know, and we can"t know unless we go. It"s a perfect dilemma."
"I wouldn"t go that far," Chaka said.
"Oh? Why not?"
Chaka sipped black coffee. "The point is, one day we will go back.
This edict won"t last forever."
"Sure, we"ll outnumber them one day," Trish said.
"I won"t wait that long." Jessica stood at the wet bar where Katya waited for water to boil. There was jittery energy in her stance, in her voice. "Something killed Linda. Linda and Joe, but not the baby. How can you sleep, not knowing what did that? You say Avalon Weird, you"re talking about something that almost wiped this world clean of us! I have to know what killed my sister."
"Your father"s the one who won"t let us find out," Aaron said.
Jessica nodded. "Loyalty. Dad"s big on loyalty. He"ll fight Zack every step, but once a decision is made-"
"Loyalty to the king," Aaron said, skirting sarcasm only by the blandness of his expression. "A cardinal virtue of the warrior."
"Chaka Zulu would agree," Chaka said without a trace of irony. "Courage, obedience to the king, protection of the weak. Universals." He was already thinking in terms of robot probes. Earth"s solar system had been explored by probes long before the first men set foot on Mars. Neat little multi-wheeled bugs had crawled over the faces of Mars and the outer moons. Ca.s.sandra had to have templates . . .
"Well, we"re not bound by obedience," Aaron said. "To Zack, or Colonel Weyland, or the council, or all the icebound Earth Born at once."
"Ice, ice, ice," Chaka exploded. "Why is it always ice when the Earth Born aren"t doing what we want?"
Aaron took a moment to shape his response, and Toshiro stole that moment. "The First are not always wrong. Jessica has the scar to show, and Mack what"s-his-name died-"
"Mack Reinecke," Chaka said. "He was a Bottle Baby too, just younger than Justin. Most of you weren"t old enough to be there-"
Aaron was listening, silent. The story would get told, no matter what he did.
"Four of the First took us on campout," Toshiro said. "Zack Moskowitz needed exercise. Zack and Rachael, Hendrick Sills, Carolyn McAndrews. They wanted coffee. And they took eight of us, the oldest children, whoever might be big enough to carry his pack. I was eleven. At that, Trish got too tired and Hendrick had to tie her pack to his own. Made Hendrick a little surly.
"So we made camp at night, and the next morning the First set us collecting coffee. We got bored with that, so they took over and we went exploring. An hour later we were looking at a pterodon nest. It was below us, across jagged rock cliffs.
"We watched it until we got hungry, and then we went back for lunch. Trish told Zack. Zack told us not to go anywhere near a pterodon nest, and Hendrick backed him. Aaron, you asked Zack what he thought would happen. He didn"t know. Hendrick didn"t know.
"We went off again. Mack Reinecke led us around to a place we could get down into the nest. Mack was in the nest-"
"So was I," Aaron said. "And four eggs, way bigger than hen"s eggs, and leathery. I took one."
"Yes you did," Toshiro said. "And then one of the adults came back. We all scrambled away as best we could. The other big bird caught us coming up the rocks. That one slashed Jessica across the head and neck, a great gaudy scary slash. Aaron fought them off with rocks while the rest of us got away.
"It took a skeeter to find Mack. He was part eaten. The pterodons knocked him off the rocks."
"All right, Toshiro," Aaron said. "I"ll even give you this. Zack and Hendrick gave us the same advice we"d give the Grendel Biters now. We acted like we had ice on our minds. We were children."
"So what will we do?" Katya asked quietly.
"Go back."
The Second looked at each other. n.o.body said anything until Chaka asked, "How?"
Aaron shrugged. "Once we decide what we"ll do, the how becomes a mere tactics and logistical detail. Are we agreed that we"ll go?"
There was a chorus of ayes, Chaka"s not among them. Aaron noticed. He raised an interrogative eyebrow. "Have we a problem?"
"Maybe," Chaka said. "Edgar is worried about the weather."
Suddenly, Edgar"s onscreen attention was theirs. "There"s no doubt about it, the sun is heating up, and the local life-forms-"
"Wow," Trish giggled. "How much? I mean if this is the end we should have a h.e.l.l of a party-"
"It"s not going to cremate us, Trish!" Edgar said indignantly. "You have apocalyptic tastes."
"Oh," she pouted. "Sorry."
Like h.e.l.l, Chaka thought. She"s playing a game, and I can"t see it.
"It"s normal variance," Edgar said. "Tau Ceti has a fifty-year cycle. We"re coming up on the maximum output. More energy means more variable weather. Higher winds. Weather gets less predictable . . . say, two days ahead instead of four. I"ve had Ca.s.sandra mark out regions on the mainland where we could get tornadoes." A map replaced Edgar"s face for a long moment; then he reappeared. The Scribeveldt was an angry red. "Here in Camelot we could get hurricanes and typhoons along the north and west coast. The ecology seems to be heating up too, but you"ll have to ask the Chakas about that."
"The wild Joeys around the Stronghold have disappeared," Chaka said.
"The tame Joeys were tearing up their claws trying to burrow. It was making Mary Ann Weyland crazy until she turned them loose. They burrowed in and estivated. At sea we"re getting eels-"
"Eels?" Jessica asked.
"There"ve been over thirty eels since Big Mama," Chaka said. "Eels in nearly every Camelot stream. Father thinks the solar cycle is the trigger. More ultraviolet, and the eels start to sp.a.w.n. Probably triggers other biological reactions too, but there isn"t enough biology on this island to notice."
"But there"ll be a lot on the mainland?" Aaron asked. "Interesting.
We"d better make sure Edgar is watching that, too. Edgar?"
"Yeah. Aaron, weather problems will get serious in about four months.
Tornadoes that can tear Robor to tinsel before you can say s.h.i.t-oh-dear. We could do worse than to leave Robor in his nice safe hangar for the whole season. Watch the mainland from orbit, send some probes, let the First cool down for a year. We can collect so many good questions that it"ll drive them crazy by the time the weather settles down."
Chaka waited for Aaron to destroy Edgar. He was surprised when Aaron mildly said, "Sitting on our a.s.ses isn"t exactly to my taste, but it certainly makes a good default option. Can you and Chaka work up some probes for the interesting mainland ecologies? Chaka, we do this right and we"ll have your father foaming at the mouth."
"h.e.l.l, yes," Chaka said.
"You"ll work on that? Maybe you could talk to Edgar in the bedroom for a while."
Edgar coughed, seeming almost embarra.s.sed. "Not too long a talk, okay?
I have an appointment with Toshiro."