"Wait a second." She turned a frown his direction. "Are you talking about a vacation while your sons are out there in who knows what kind of danger?"
"Why not?" he asked. "Seriously. There"s not a single thing we can do for them from here, even if we knew something had gone wrong, which we won"t-sending shuttles back and forth has already been rejected as too possibly provocative.
Giving your mind something besides worry to occupy it would be good for you."
She gestured minutely at the electronics in front of her. "If this can"t keep my mind busy, I doubt a vacation will."
"That"s only because you don"t know the kind of vacation I have in mind," he told her, mentally crossing his fingers. If he presented this right she might just go for it... and he knew with a solid conviction that it was something they both needed. "I was thinking of a leisurely cruise sort of thing, with stops at various points for relaxing strolls through forests and gra.s.slands, or maybe a swim through warm waters. Companionship with others when we want it, privacy when we want that, and all the comforts of home. How"s it sound?"
Chrys smiled. "Like the coastline cruises they used to advertise when I was a child. Don"t tell me some enterprising soul"s bought a deep-sea liner from the
Trofts?"
"Ah-not exactly. Would it help if I told you the cruise itinerary includes five planets?"
"Five pl-Jonny!" Chrys"s eyes widened with shock. "You don"t mean-the survey mission?"
"Sure-and why not?"
"What do you mean, why not? That"s a scientific expedition, not a vacation service for the middle-aged."
"Ah, but I"m a governor emeritus, remember? If Liz Telek can talk her way aboard the Qasama trip on the grounds someone with authority should be present, I can certainly borrow her argument."
A muscle in Chrys"s jaw twitched. "You"ve already arranged this, haven"t you?" she asked suspiciously.
"Yes-but I"m going only if you do. I didn"t misrepresent any of this, Chrys-I"ll be there strictly to observe, make a policy decision should one come up, and otherwise just stay out of everyone else"s way. It really will be just like an out-of-the-way vacation for the two of us."
Chrys dropped her eyes to the table. "It"d be dangerous, though, wouldn"t it?"
Jonny shrugged. "So was life in Ariel when we were first married. You didn"t seem to mind it so much."
"I was a lot younger then."
"So? Why should Justin and Joshua have all the fun?"
He"d hoped to spark a reaction of some kind, but was completely unprepared for the burst of laughter that escaped Chrys"s lips. Genuine laughter, with genuine amus.e.m.e.nt behind it. "You"re impossible," she accused, swiveling in her seat to give him a mock glare. "Didn"t I just tell you I planned to be worried about them? What"re we going to do-make this a Christmas exchange of worries?"
"Or we can deputize Corwin to do the worrying for all of us," Jonny suggested with a straight face. "Brothers in the morning, parents in the afternoon, and he can worry about the Council for me in the evenings. Come on, Chrys-it"ll probably be our only chance to see the place our great-great-grandchildren may someday live." At least our only chance together, he added to himself, in the three or four years I have left.
Her face showed no hint of having followed that train of thought: but a minute later she sighed and nodded. "All right. Yes-let"s do it."
"Thanks, Hon," he said quietly. It wouldn"t, he knew, quite make up for losing her sons to the universe at large... but perhaps having a husband back for a while would be at least partial compensation.
He hoped so. Despite his a.s.surances, it was quite possible two of those sons would soon be swallowed up by that same universe, never to return.
Chapter 6.
The Council-along with an ever-expanding ring of agents/confidants-kept the secret of the Troft proposal remarkably well for nearly four weeks longer; but at that point Stiggur decided to release the news to the general population.
From Corwin"s point of view the timing couldn"t have been worse. Still in the midst of detailed financial negotiations with the Trofts, he was abruptly thrust into the position of being answer man for what seemed sometimes to be all three hundred eighty thousand of Aventine"s people. Theron Yutu and the rest of the staff were able to handle a lot of it on their own, but there were a fair number of policy-type questions that only he and Jonny could answer; and because of his private commitment to keeping his father"s workload as light as possible, Corwin wound up spending an amazing amount of time on the phone and the public information net.
Fortunately, the reaction was generally positive. Most of the objections raised were along the ethical lines the Moreau family had discussed together in their own first pa.s.s by the issue, and even among those dissenters support for the
Council ran high. Virtually no one raised the point Corwin had been most worried about: namely, why the Council had waited nearly two months before soliciting public feedback. That one he would have found hard to answer.
But all the public relations work took his attention away from the mission details being hammered out-took enough of it, in fact, that he completely missed the important part of the proposed survey mission team until the list was made public... and even then Joshua had to call and tell him about it.
"I wondered why you were taking it so calmly," Jonny said when Corwin confronted him a few minutes later. "I suppose I should have mentioned it to you."
"Mentioned, my left eye," Corwin growled. "You should have at least discussed it with the rest of us before you went ahead and signed yourselves up."
"Why?" Jonny countered. "What your mother and I do with our lives is our business-we are old enough to make these decisions for ourselves. We decided we wanted a change of scenery, and this seemed a good way to get it." He c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "Or are you going to suggest neither of us would know how to handle an alien environment?"
Corwin clamped his teeth together. "You"re a lot older than you were when you came to Aventine. You could die out there."
"Your brothers could die on Qasama," Jonny reminded him softly. "Should we all sit here in safety while they"re out risking their lives? This way we"re at least in a sense sharing their danger."
A cold shiver rippled up Corwin"s back. "Only in the most far-fetched sense," he said. "Your danger won"t diminish theirs."
"I know." Jonny"s smile was wry but clear, without any trace of self-delusion in it. "That"s one of the most fascinating things about the human psyche-a deep subconscious feeling can be very strong without making any logical sense whatsoever." He sobered. "I don"t ask you to approve, Corwin; but grant that I know enough about myself and my wife to know what I"m doing on this."
Corwin sighed and waved a hand in defeat. "All right. But you"d both darn well better come back safely. I can"t run the Council all by myself, you know."
Jonny chuckled. "We"ll do our best." Reaching over to his phone, he tapped up something on the display. "Let"s see... ah, good-Council"s discussing Cobra contingent this afternoon. That one we can safely skip. How would you like to see some of your father"s practical politics in action?"
"Sure," Corwin said, wondering what the other was talking about.
"Good." Jonny tapped a few more keys. "This is Jonny Moreau. Is the special aircar I ordered ready yet?...Good. Inform the pilot we"ll be lifting in about twenty minutes: myself and two other pa.s.sengers."
Signing off, he got to his feet and stepped over to the rack where his heated suit was hanging. "Go get your coat," he told Corwin. "We"re about to give a customer the Aventine equivalent of a free sample... which, with any luck, won"t turn out to be exactly free."
The third pa.s.senger turned out to be Speaker One.
Corwin watched the Troft in a sort of surrept.i.tious fascination as they flew high above the Aventinian landscape. He"d seen plenty of Trofts in his life, but never one so close and for so long a time. The back-jointed legs and splaytoed feet; the vaguely insectoid torso and abdomen; the arms with their flexible radiator membranes; the oversized head with its double throat bladder and strangely chicken-like face-all the gross anatomical features were as familiar to him as those of human beings or even spine leopards. But there were fine details which Corwin realized he"d never so much as noticed. The faint sheen of the alien"s skin, for example, was a more muted version of the same shimmer shown by its leotard-like outfit. Even at a meter"s distance he could see the tiny lines crisscrossing its skin and the slender hairs growing out of each intersection. Seated on its specially designed couch, the Troft moved only occasionally during the flight, but whenever it did Corwin caught a glimpse of wiry muscles working beneath the skin and-sometimes-a hint of its skeletal structure as well. The large main eyes were a different color than the three tiny compound eyes grouped around each one. The main eyes, he"d once read, were for good binocular vision; the compound eyes permitted both night vision and the detection of polarized sunlight for cloudy-day solar navigation. The alien"s short beak remained closed during the trip, which Corwin regretted: he"d have liked to have seen what Troft tri-cuspid teeth really looked like.
Jonny said virtually nothing during the 20-minute flight, beyond giving the pilot their destination. Apparently he and Speaker One had worked this out in advance and neither felt the need to discuss anything further. Corwin considered pressing his father for information, but decided reluctantly that Jonny"s silence was a cue to be followed. Splitting his attention between the Troft and the view out the window, he cultivated what patience he could muster.
They landed at last near a large, squarish building nestled inexplicably out in the snowy forest far from any village Corwin was familiar with, A two-man escort was waiting as Jonny led the way out of the aircar... and it was only then that
Corwin began to get an inkling of what his father had in mind.
High on each man"s chest was a patch with the words "Training Center"; beneath it was the stylized hooded-snake emblem of the Cobra Academy.
"Governor," one of them nodded at Jonny. "You and your guests are cleared for monitor room access. If you"ll all follow me...."
Together they headed through an armored door and down an exceptionally drab and anonymous corridor, footsteps echoing oddly against the metallic walls. Their guide led them into an elevator; thirty seconds later they exited into a large, unevenly lit room and a scene of muted tension. In the darker areas along the wall at least thirty people sat before banks of small display screens, working away at keyboards and joysticks, while in the center a large semicircular console with larger displays was the focus of attention for a half-dozen men in the red and black diamond-patterned tunics of the Cobras, One of them headed over to meet the newcomers, and as he approached Corwin recognized him as Cobra