The oldest trees were huge, chosen for majesty: oaks, banyans, redwoods.
Majestic trees hadn"t always survived well, and variety had come into fashion. For a long lifetime the lifegivers bore nut trees and fruit trees. Then someone had decided that the practice was disrespectful or something.
But an extensive grove still bore fruit and nuts. Jemmy picked a handful of cherries, a few plums, an orange. He stuffed his pockets, then settled in the shadows of the gnarled old trees to eat.
The markers around him were all above eye level. Jemmy tried to read them, but they were only a glitter in the dark. Holograms need light.
When the holomarker gun failed it would be a major tragedy. It was settler magic, irreplaceable.
On an ordinary night Jemmy would have been asleep by now. Though he felt that he might never sleep again, he was weary. His life had lost all direction in one deafening blast. Now the bark against his back was too comfortable. It would be easy to stay where he was.
Thonny"s hat was a bit small, a bit tight. He took it off and waved it at the flies buzzing his ears. The buzzing went away, then came back, sounding like sleep.
Had he been dozing?
He surged to his feet, swung his pack onto his back, and was in motion. If he sat down again, they"d find him asleep in the graveyard come morning!
The slopes above Spiral Town resembled chaparral, the dwarf forest of California. It was Earthlife laced with surviving Destiny life, too thick and too hostile to hike through. The bare rock above would not hide a fleeing murderer.
But plants only covered the slopes up to fifteen hundred feet above the Road, and stopped quite suddenly. Frost line, the teaching programs would have called it, but Destiny never got that cold. The Destiny plants ran out of something else: air pressure, water, soil nutrients, something. Earthlife grew higher up, but spa.r.s.ely.
Jemmy was at the frost line when lights came on above him.
He"d ducked back into the chaparral before his mind quite caught up.
Lights glared and men moved around a great ragged hole in the side of Mount Apollo. The lights within the cavern showed great dark silvergray sheets peeling away like the pages of a thousand books, everywhere along the walls and roof. A man moved to the back of the cavern and pulled. Then, nearly hidden under layers of Begley cloth sheeting, he staggered toward a cart.
It was Jemmy"s first sight of the Apollo Caverns. Children weren"t allowed here, even older children.
Argos had carried several experimental von Neumann devices. . . a phrase every child learned and few could define.
Begley cloth was one. A handful of self-reproducing machines just big enough to be dots had been dropped into a hole in a hillside. For two and a half centuries they had been eating into Mount Apollo, carving out a fairyland underground as they followed veins of. . . silicon and some small set of metals; he"d seen the list in one of the teaching programs.
. . and made it into sheets that would turn sunlight into power, fringed with wires to carry the power to machines.
Also, the dots made more of themselves.
The sheeting was Spiral Town"s most dependable trade good, and the caravan was in town. He should have avoided Mount Apollo at all costs.
But he d.a.m.ned well didn"t dare wait for daylight!
He scuttled along the border between the chaparral and the bare rock above, hunching like a chug until he was out of sight of the Apollo Caverns, and far beyond.
By night the New Hann Holding was just another patch of wilderness, and Jemmy couldn"t tell where he crossed it. It might have made a nice resting place. Merchants might see it that way too. Jemmy kept moving.
He walked through the night. Rarely did the Road come in view. At daylight he crawled into a manzanita grove and let his mattress inflate.
On tilted ground, in a glare of sunlight sieved through red manzanita trunks and the branches and lace of some tall Destiny tree, sleep was hard to find. He slept with evil memories. Eyes and mouth wide in horror: Fedrick felt what Jemmy Bloocher had done to him. Blood flooded his vest. The fist-sized hole in his back- From time to time he woke and, with his eyes closed against the filtered light, thought how much he had lost.
Somewhere around noon he ate half the speckle bread. It was his last speckles for the foreseeable future.
What would satisfy the merchants? Just how badly did they want his blood? Would a face-saving gesture satisfy them? Or his exile? Or would they take reprisals against Bloocher Farm?
Grow a beard or something. Lie about your age, many someone and move to another farm.
They"d been pressed for time, trying to decide what to do now. Even so, Jemmy hadn"t liked hearing that. Even if it worked, even if the merchants let it work. . . how was it better than just moving on down the Road? Either way, the man who had been Jemmy Bloocher was gone.
Better, maybe, if he died here in the hills.
Many forms of Destiny life were poisons. Hadn"t that been trolihair, the last time he"d stopped at a stream? It was hair-fine silver stuff, softlooking threads with very sharp tips. He"d given those clumps a lot of room. Being scratched by trollhair was an easy death, a long slide into sleep.
His family need never know. Jemmy never came to meet us.
What had sent his thoughts straying toward suicide?
Jemmy realized with a start that he was sleeping in the shade of a fool cage.
There were fool cages growing among the manzanita, all around him.
Four feet of trunk flared into a th.o.r.n.y oval cage of black wicker decorated with bronze and scarlet lace, and a few tiny bones in the cage.
A Destiny bird could perch on any of a number of Destiny plants and find lace to eat. Some plants grew gaudy lace displays so that birds would transport their seeds. But the lace within a fool cage was a lure and a trap. A bird could perch on the upper branches of a fool cage, but any breeze that rattled the branches would cause them to trap a bird"s feet, pull it in.
Most Destiny birds had learned to stay away. These bones belonged to Earthlife.
Curdis and Thonny and Brenda would expect to find him on the Road.
Jemmy rolled his mattress, got his pack on, and crawled until the plants were thick enough to hide him walking upright.
The water table was lower now: the plants reached no more than three hundred meters above the flatland and the Road. Jemmy traveled by night.
By day there were plants to hide him. He slept away from water. A stream might make him a target.
At night the star fields were gaudy, gorgeous. Quicksilver was brilliant but tiny and only showed for a few minutes after sunset.
Kismet, Destiny"s ma.s.sive little moon, cast no more light even at the full. Any meteor might be Cavorite in reentry, or Argos among the asteroids, making a few seconds" burn. The land at night was black; a man could hurt himself thinking he saw more detail than was there.
He could only glimpse the Road in patches, and the sea far beyond.
Once he saw a boat moving parallel to sh.o.r.e. Once, a house or shed that looked abandoned. He hadn"t yet seen a human being. Then again, he didn"t intend to.
There were Earthlife birds everywhere, a hundred varieties of song at morning and evening, hawks hovering on updrafts by day, owls hunting by night. He"d seen the sh.e.l.ls and bones the predators had made of Destiny birds. And he"d seen fool cages everywhere, with Earthlife bones and beaks in them. The coming of Columbiad and Cavorite had been good for the fool cages.
They were good for Jemmy. Any bird still flapping inside a fool cage must be fresh and edible. He found a smallish turkey on the second night, and he pulled on his thick gloves and reached in through the thorns and strangled it. After dawn he felt safe building a tiny fire in a circle of rocks. The perpetual wind was enough to whip the smoke away.
On the third night he collected three little birds, pigeons maybe.
At the fourth dawn he crossed above a waterfall, then crawled downhill into brush. The stream had cut a gorge that ran down to the Road and through it. Someone had built a little bridge over the water.
Three men and a woman had set up camp near the bridge. The chugs were gone-in the water, likely-but the wagon nearly blocked the bridge.
Jemmy slept away from the water. From time to time he crawled back to the waterfall to spy on the merchant guards. Their eyes would see only the falling water; a tiny, distant moving man would be lost in all that motion. Right?
They weren"t cheerful as merchants usually were. The woman was middle-aged and snappish; the younger men obeyed her with little grace.
He was moving back to the stream in midafternoon, careful as ever, when he heard a familiar shout.
"Brenbrenbrendaa!"
He crawled to the edge of the falls and looked down.
The falls drowned out speech. Thonny and Curdis were talking to the guards, to the men. The woman was talking to Brenda. The merchants"
manner had grown cordial.
He crawled closer, staying in the thicket of fool cages. He got down to where the water wasn"t so loud. Then sage and tumbleweed were growing too close together and he feared merchant guards would see them wiggle.
He heard Thonny shout, "Curdcurdcurdis! That"s the last coin we"ve got!" And the sound of merchant laughter, and Brenda"s laugh too.
Three bicycles moved on, across the bridge and down the Road. Now all Jemmy had to do was catch them.
They would have gained from better planning. How on Earth was he going to catch bicycles?
Jemmy was seething with impatience, but he"d have to be crazy to move now, in daylight, with merchants just below him. He crawled back among the fool cages and tried to sleep.
They must know they"d have to wait.
The next stream. They were past the merchant guards; why not stop?
They"d wait at the next stream, and he"d see them and know it was safe to come down. And if he didn"t see them?
No way could he sleep. He crawled up to where plants thinned out to bare rock, and he kept crawling.
Where water next crossed the Road, they weren"t waiting. Jemmy made sure of that, then moved on.
What stopped him next was more than a stream.
The plant interface dipped, an arrowhead shape pointing at the Road. Jemmy"s gaze followed the tree line down along rock that had run like wax. Frozen lava ran up to the ridge a thousand feet above him, and down almost to the Road itself, ending in a broad patch of green Earthlife trees and water gleaming between.
Interesting.
Jemmy could picture the giant landers Cavorite and Columbiad hovering on either side of the crest, moving parallel on pillars of violet flame bright enough to blind any witness, burning off the life of Destiny. Then return to seed the slopes with Earthlife. One of the ships must have paused here. . . yes, and he could see why. Above him the ridgeline bent by forty degrees.
Cavorite on the broad side had waited for Columbiad on the narrow side (or vice versa) to round the curve.
Water at the point of the lava triangle, then a thick stand of Earthlife trees, then the Road. The far side of the Road was a thriving village. There were shops along the Road, and a setback wide enough and long enough for a whole caravan, and a wide stream running to the sea, spreading into a delta at the end.
Who were these people? It had never occurred to Jemmy that there was this much of civilization beyond Spiral Town. Somewhere the merchants went for their goods, and to trade what they got from the Spirals. And in between...?
And how could he cross bare and slippery rock?
He couldn"t. He was going to have to go down.
5.
On the Road Twerdahl and h~5 ~d~0t crew are running away. We isolated ourselves on th~5 island for a reason. Whatever our problems, we"ll solve them here.
-Julius Radner, Council Chairman Where the wall of ancient lava converged to a point, there was a shine of water, then leafy Earthlife trees. From high up it appeared that the forest ran right to the Road. As Jemmy descended, it became clear that he was approaching a swamp.
He wasn"t eager to wade into that.
The trees were cypress and mangrove on a wide spread of shallow water. There were no competing Destiny trees, but the trees were festooned with what he first thought were snakes. Snakes everywhere...
motionless black snakes winding through webs of yellow-green lace.
Vines. One was a variety he didn"t recognize, but the others wereJulia sets, the same vine the elder Hanns cultivated. The Hanns must have played the bonsai trick, stunting the plant by pruning and by keeping it half starved. These were huge. In places they were strangling the mangroves.
Something rippled along the water. A snake, a real one this time.
Another moved among the vines. Something bigger shied from it: a man.
Jemmy sank slowly into a crouch, then tried to ease behind a tree.
The man-boy-broke through to the open with evident relief. Looked around. Didn"t see Jemmy. Jemmy stepped out of hiding, and Thonny jumped.
"You all right?"
"Fine," Thonny said. "How was it?"
"Easy going. How did you make out?"
"There are merchants at the bridge!" Thonny was excited, enjoying himself immensely. "They asked about a merchant that got killed in Spiral Town. We changed the story a little."
Fear rose up in Jemmy"s throat. "Changed how?"
"Uh, well, we talked it over. Curdis says I"m the traders" best witness. I mean Thonny Bloocher is. I"m your oldest brother and I saw it all. Brenda wouldn"t see as much because it was all men and Brenda"s a girl-"
And so she wouldn"t have watched men quarreling. "Right. So?"
"So they would have turned us back and how would you find us on the Road? So I didn"t say I"m Thonny Bloocher. I"m Tim Hann."
"With those eyes?"