Homeward Bound

Chapter 44

"They couldn"t revive him from cold sleep," Flynn said.

"I . . . see. How . . . unfortunate," Major Nichols said. "Well, yes, please arrange the transfer, Colonel, if you"d be so kind. Whoever the man on the spot has been, we"ll have to deal through him."

Flynn fiddled with the communications controls. Lieutenant General Healey said, "It"s about time I get to speak for myself, Colonel." Whatever he said after that, he said to Major Nichols. Johnson and Flynn shared a look. If the commandant hadn"t liked what the pilots were saying, he could have interrupted them whenever he pleased. But what really pleased him was complaining.

"Five and a half weeks from Earth to Home. Five and a half weeks. weeks. We can go back," Johnson said dizzily. We can go back," Johnson said dizzily.

"Maybe we can go back," Flynn said. "If it"s not weightless aboard the Commodore Perry, Commodore Perry, I wouldn"t want to try it." I wouldn"t want to try it."



Johnson said something of a barnyard nature. That hadn"t occurred to him. "I wonder how they did it," he said, and then, "I wonder whether I"d get it if they told me." Would his own great-grandfather have understood radio and airplanes? He doubted it.

Understood or not, though, the Commodore Perry Commodore Perry was there. The Lizards were still trying to call it, a rising note of panic in their voices. One of them must have figured out what Major Nichols had said. And how would they like was there. The Lizards were still trying to call it, a rising note of panic in their voices. One of them must have figured out what Major Nichols had said. And how would they like that that?

Atvar awaited the shuttlecraft descending from orbit around Home with a sinking feeling in his liver. He made the negative gesture. No, that wasn"t true. As a matter of fact, his liver felt as if it had already sunk all the way down to his toeclaws. Even in his wildest nightmares, he had never imagined a day like this this might come. might come.

And Straha had. Of all the males of the Race the Americans might have picked to rub Atvar"s snout in his own failings, Straha was the prize example. Did they know that? Atvar laughed bitterly. Of course they did! They had to.

Faster than light! The Big Uglies could travel faster than light! The Race had decided that was impossible even before Home was unified, and hadn"t worried much about it since. Some Tosevite physicist had come to the same conclusion, and the Big Uglies had believed him . . . while Atvar was on Tosev 3, anyhow. Unlike the Race, the Tosevites had kept worrying at the idea, though. The Race had got a scent of some of their earliest experiments, but. . . .

Yes. But, Atvar thought bitterly. The difference between what the Race had and what the Big Uglies had was the difference between a scent and the beast it came from. And the Big Uglies" beast was a starship. Atvar thought bitterly. The difference between what the Race had and what the Big Uglies had was the difference between a scent and the beast it came from. And the Big Uglies" beast was a starship.

Now what? the fleetlord wondered. Blasting the the fleetlord wondered. Blasting the Commodore Perry Commodore Perry would have been tempting-if another American starship might not be only days behind, might escape, and might bring word of war back to the United States long before the Race"s colony on Tosev 3 could hope to hear about it. That was a recipe for disaster. would have been tempting-if another American starship might not be only days behind, might escape, and might bring word of war back to the United States long before the Race"s colony on Tosev 3 could hope to hear about it. That was a recipe for disaster.

Preventive war seemed to have gone up in smoke. Too late, too late, too late. Again, how could you hope to attack someone who knew the bite was coming long before your teeth sank in-and who could bite you whenever he pleased? Home, at least, could defend itself. What about Rabotev 2 and Halless 1? If the Big Uglies wanted to, they could smash the Empire"s other worlds before Home warned them they might be in danger.

Too late, too late, too late. The words tolled again, like a mournful gong inside Atvar"s head.

After a moment, he realized not all that noise was internal. Some came through his hearing diaphragms. The terminal at the shuttlecraft port was efficiently soundproofed. All the same, the braking rockets" roar penetrated the insulating material and filled the building.

The windows facing the fire-scarred landing field were tinted. Even so, nict.i.tating membranes flicked across Atvar"s eyes to protect them from the glare. The shuttlecraft settled smoothly onto the concrete. Crashes were vanishingly rare; computer control made sure of that. Atvar wouldn"t have minded seeing one of those rare, rare accidents now. No, he wouldn"t have minded a bit. Watching Straha cook . . .

Didn"t happen. The shuttlecraft"s braking rockets cut off. Silence returned to the terminal. Atvar didn"t quite let out a disappointed hiss. He hadn"t really hoped the shuttlecraft would crash-or, if he had, he hadn"t really expected it to.

Down came the landing ladder. The female who descended first wore the body paint of a shuttlecraft pilot. That would not be the pilot of this craft, but Nesseref, the traveler from Tosev 3. Behind her came a male of about Atvar"s years. Straha had at least not had the effrontery to wear a shiplord"s body paint, but rather the much plainer colors of an author. Last off the shuttlecraft was the Halless who"d brought it down from the Commodore Perry. Commodore Perry. Atvar forgot about the Halless right away; his attention was all on the newly arrived members of the Race. Atvar forgot about the Halless right away; his attention was all on the newly arrived members of the Race.

Guards surrounded them and escorted them into the terminal. Straha said something to one of them. Her mouth fell open in a laugh. Straha had always been charming. That made Atvar like him no better.

Nesseref bent into the posture of respect as soon as she saw Atvar. "I greet you, Exalted Fleetlord," she said.

"And I greet you," he replied as she rose.

"h.e.l.lo, Atvar," Straha said. "Well, now we know-it could not could not have turned out worse if I had been in charge." He added a sarcastic emphatic cough. have turned out worse if I had been in charge." He added a sarcastic emphatic cough.

Atvar"s fingerclaws started to shape the threat gesture one male used against another in the mating season. He forced them to relax. It wasn"t easy. Neither was keeping his tone light as he answered, "Oh, I am not so sure of that. You might have lost the war against the Big Uglies instead of managing a draw. Then we could have had this to worry about even sooner."

Straha glared at him. "Do not project your incompetence onto me."

"I do not need to," Atvar said. "You have plenty of your own."

"Excuse me, superior sirs," Nesseref said, "but quarreling among yourselves will not help solve the problem the Race faces."

"Neither will not not quarreling among ourselves," Straha replied, "and quarreling is much more fun." quarreling among ourselves," Straha replied, "and quarreling is much more fun."

"No, the shuttlecraft pilot speaks truth," Atvar said. "I thank you, Shuttlecraft Pilot. I need to know first of all how you are certain of the Big Uglies" claims about the speed of their starship."

"We were conscious throughout the flight," Nesseref said.

"Could you not have been drugged while asleep, put into cold sleep, and then revived the same way?" Atvar knew he was desperately searching for any escape from the Race"s predicament.

Nesseref made the negative gesture. "I do not believe so, Exalted Fleetlord."

"Forget it, Atvar," Straha said. "For one thing, the Big Uglies already have word of things that will just be reaching Home now. Even as we speak, researchers here will be corroborating what they say. For another, when they go back to Tosev 3, they are willing to take more members of the Race along and then return them to Home. They are not willing to let them communicate with the colonists in any way, for fear you might do something foolish like order an attack, but if the males and females get there and come back here in something less than a large number of years, that should convince even the stubbornest-perhaps even you."

Atvar had not thought his liver could sink any lower. He discovered he was mistaken. Straha"s sarcasm did not bother him. He and Straha had despised each other for many years. Each occasionally had to respect the other"s competence, but that did not and would not make them friends. But the message about the American Tosevites" confidence that Straha delivered was daunting. They not only had this technique, they were sure it worked well.

"How do they do it?" Atvar asked. "How do they do it?" do they do it?"

"Neither one of us is a physicist," Straha said. Nesseref made the affirmative gesture. Straha went on, "They talk about doing things with s.p.a.ce-time strings, about maneuvering or maybe manipulating them so that points normally distant come into contact with each other. What this means or, to tell you the truth, whether this means anything is not for me to say."

"Here I agree with the shiplord," Nesseref said. "They are very glib, as Big Uglies often are. But whether they told us these things to inform us or to mislead us, I am in no position to judge."

"I see." Atvar thought about telling them that the Race"s physicists had begun work that might eventually let them catch up with the Big Uglies-a.s.suming the Big Uglies hadn"t moved on still further by then, which was not necessarily a good bet. He started to, yes, but his tongue did not flutter. Nesseref and Straha might blab to the Tosevites. They might be monitored by the Tosevites. Who could guess how far the Tosevites" electronics had come these days? Better to keep quiet.

"How is this world these days?" Straha asked. He then answered his own question, which was very much in character: "Not much different, or I miss my guess."

"In most ways, no. That is as it should be, in my opinion," Atvar said. "But you will see some things you would not have before you left: young males and females wearing false hair, for instance, and some of them even wearing wrappings."

"Really? Is that a truth?" Straha laughed. "So just as the Big Uglies on Tosev 3 have imitated us, we have also begun to imitate them? I had not thought we possessed even so much imagination as a species."

"The young are always unfathomable." Atvar did not mean it as a compliment.

"They think the same of us. Do you not remember when you could hardly wait for the old fools ahead of you to hop on the funeral pyre so you you could hatch the egg of the world? It was all out there waiting for you, and you wanted to grab with all ten fingerclaws. Is that a truth, or is it not?" could hatch the egg of the world? It was all out there waiting for you, and you wanted to grab with all ten fingerclaws. Is that a truth, or is it not?"

"That is . . . some of a truth," Atvar answered. "I do not believe I was ever quite so vain as you show yourself to be, but I have long since suspected as much."

Straha irked him by laughing instead of getting angry. "You are still as stuffy as you always were, I see. Well, much good it has done you."

"This did not happen while I was in charge on Tosev 3. No one can blame me for did not happen while I was in charge on Tosev 3. No one can blame me for this. this. The ministers here on Home decided Reffet would do better on Tosev 3 than I could," Atvar said. "That only shows how much they knew." The ministers here on Home decided Reffet would do better on Tosev 3 than I could," Atvar said. "That only shows how much they knew."

"Well, yes." Straha made the affirmative gesture. "Next to Reffet, you are a genius. This is not necessarily praise, you understand. Next to Reffet, a beffel smashed on the highway is also a genius." That startled a laugh out of Atvar, whose opinion of the fleetlord of the colonization fleet was not high, either. Straha went on, "You should have seen him when he learned of the Commodore Perry. Commodore Perry. He acted as if he wanted nothing more than to crawl back into his eggsh.e.l.l. That would be the best thing for him, if anyone wants to know what I think." He acted as if he wanted nothing more than to crawl back into his eggsh.e.l.l. That would be the best thing for him, if anyone wants to know what I think."

Nesseref said, "If anyone wants to know what I I think, the best thing for the Race would be to stop all this vituperation and backbiting. We will have enough trouble catching up with the Big Uglies without that." think, the best thing for the Race would be to stop all this vituperation and backbiting. We will have enough trouble catching up with the Big Uglies without that."

"No doubt you are a wise female," Straha said, but then he spoiled it by adding, "But you take a great deal of the enjoyment out of life."

"We have to catch up with the Big Uglies, and quickly." Atvar used an emphatic cough. "If we do not-"

"We are at their mercy," Straha broke in with a certain oppressive relish. "Do you suppose they might be interested in revenge for what the conquest fleet did to them?"

"Superior sir, you are not making this situation any better," Nesseref scolded.

"Truth. I cannot make it better, not now. No one can do that except possibly our physicists, and they have not done anything along these lines in the past hundred thousand years." Straha seemed to delight in pointing out unpleasant truths. "All I can do is bear witness to what the Big Uglies have done, the same way as you are. At that, I think I am more than good enough."

"I will bring you both to a hotel near the one where the American Big Uglies are staying," Atvar said.

"Why not to that hotel itself?" Straha asked. "It will be good to see Sam Yeager again. A male of sense and a male of integrity-the combination is too rare."

"I will not take you to that hotel itself because the American Tosevites can electronically monitor too much of what goes on inside," Atvar answered unhappily.

"Well, I cannot say that I am surprised," Straha said. "Even when their first starship set out, they were even or ahead of us in most electronics. That should have been a warning. They are further ahead of us now."

"I thank you for your encouragement." Atvar still had sarcasm as a weapon against Straha. But what weapons did he have now against the Big Uglies? None that he could see.

Ttomalss met Pesskrag at an eatery not far from the hotel where the wild Big Uglies dwelt. He hadn"t been accosted going out to make the telephone call to invite her here, as he had the last time he"d tried speaking to her from a public phone. So far as he knew, the American Tosevites had no idea this place existed, which meant they couldn"t monitor it.

"I greet you," Ttomalss said when Pesskrag sat down across from him in the booth.

"And I greet you," Pesskrag answered. "This is such an exciting exciting time in which to have come out of the egg!" She used an emphatic cough. "And I owe you an apology, Senior Researcher. I did not believe what you told me about the Big Uglies" relentless drive. I was mistaken. They must be all you claimed, and more." time in which to have come out of the egg!" She used an emphatic cough. "And I owe you an apology, Senior Researcher. I did not believe what you told me about the Big Uglies" relentless drive. I was mistaken. They must be all you claimed, and more."

A server came up and gave them both printouts of choices, adding, "We also have a special on zisuili ribs in a sauce of peffeg and other southern spices. You will enjoy it if you care for something that makes your tongue sit up and take notice."

"That will do very well," Ttomalss said. Pesskrag made the affirmative gesture. Ttomalss just wanted to get the server out from under his scales. Sometimes such individuals made too much of themselves. This male, mercifully, gathered up the printouts and went away.

Pesskrag kept on gushing about the Tosevites: "They went from experiment to theory to engineering in the flick of a nict.i.tating membrane. We would never have been so impetuous-never, I tell you."

"We are going to have to be," Ttomalss said. "The military advantage this gives them is truly appalling. Until our signals reach Tosev 3, we are at their mercy. They have years to organize defenses against us and prepare their own surprise attack. Rabotev 2 and Halless 1 would never know what hit them. Even Home is vulnerable, though less so than it was before the Admiral Peary Admiral Peary arrived." arrived."

"These are truths, Senior Researcher. I cannot deny it," Pesskrag said. "But this news holds other truths, too. These ships open much of this arm of the galaxy to colonization."

"At the moment, they open it to Tosevite Tosevite colonization," Ttomalss said. "How long will we need to get such ships of our own?" colonization," Ttomalss said. "How long will we need to get such ships of our own?"

The physicist"s eye turrets swung up toward the ceiling as she calculated. Her tongue flicked in and out. After a bit, she said, "Now that we know it can be done, I would estimate somewhere between fifty and a hundred years."

A pained hiss escaped Ttomalss. That wasn"t far from what he"d thought himself. He"d hoped Pesskrag would tell him he was wrong. "Not sooner?" he said. "This is a very long time for the Big Uglies to have the capability while we do not."

"If we have to do the research and the engineering, that is my best guess," Pesskrag said. "I know the Big Uglies did it faster, but we are not Big Uglies."

"Truth-a truth that delights me most of the time. Here, though, it could spell the end of us." Ttomalss paused. "Wait. You say if if we do these things, it will take about this long. What else can we do?" we do these things, it will take about this long. What else can we do?"

Before Pesskrag could answer, the server brought their meals. He had not been lying; the sauce that coated Ttomalss" zisuili ribs stung his tongue. He drank water to help quench the fire, then ate some more. The midday meal was not a gourmet"s delight, but it was good enough of its kind. That sufficed; his mind wasn"t fully on it anyhow.

After stripping the meat from a large rib with teeth and tongue, Pesskrag said, "We could save a lot of time by buying a ship from the Big Uglies, or at least acquiring some of the engineering know-how from them. Copying is faster than creating."

Ttomalss stared at her. That was also a truth, and a profound one. The Tosevites had caught up with the Race by imitating-stealing-technology from the conquest fleet. Of course, then the Big Uglies had proceeded to jump past their former mentors. Could the Race return the favor, or would the Empire live forever in the Tosevites" rapidly spreading shadow?

"There is one obvious problem," Ttomalss said. Pesskrag started eating another rib, but gestured for him to go on. He did: "It is not in the Big Uglies" interest to sell us this technology. The longer they have it and we do not, the greater their advantage."

"I cannot disagree with you," Pesskrag said. "But some individual Tosevites are bound to be corrupt. We can afford enormous rewards for information. And if we cannot openly buy these secrets, perhaps we can steal them."

"Perhaps we can," Ttomalss said. "You may well be right. We have to try."

"I still marvel that the Big Uglies made these experiments in the first place," Pesskrag said. "We had a hundred thousand years in which to try them, and we never did. We were convinced we knew everything worth knowing, and content with what we had."

"Big Uglies are never content. Never," Ttomalss said. "Discontent is their salient characteristic."

"This has proved to be to their advantage," Pesskrag observed.

"I do not deny it. I could not, could I?" Ttomalss replied. "Do you truly understand how they have done what they have done?"

"If I truly understood it, I would be able to duplicate it myself," the physicist said. "I cannot do that, Senior Researcher. At present, anyone who tells you he or she fully understands how the Big Uglies did this is either an optimist or a liar. I think my colleagues and I do begin to grasp the theory behind what they have done. Begin to, I stress." She used an emphatic cough. "I remain convinced that this is a useful first step."

"No doubt," Ttomalss said.

Pesskrag finished the second rib and began on a third. Ttomalss wished his appet.i.te were as good. A Tosevite proverb floated through his mind: the condemned male ate a hearty meal. the condemned male ate a hearty meal. He wasn"t condemned himself, but all the Race might be. He wasn"t condemned himself, but all the Race might be.

He started to say something, then had to lean back in a hurry as Pesskrag used the new rib like a lecturer"s pointer and almost got sauce on his snout. "Oh, excuse me," the female said, "but I just thought of something else. Before long, I fear charlatans and maniacs will start crawling out from under every flat stone. They will all be shouting that they know how to travel faster than light. They will show us how if we transfer some large sum to their credit balance, or if we name them prime minister, or if the Emperor balances an egg on the end of his snout."

"An egg?" Ttomalss said, confused.

"These males and females will be addled. Just about all of them will either be addled or frauds," Pesskrag explained. "But we will have to investigate at least some of their claims, for fear of missing something profoundly important."

"I see." Ttomalss made the affirmative gesture. "I think I see, anyhow. There will also be some who travel on the opposite side of the road. Did you see Professor Kralk"s memorandum, in which she states that the Big Uglies must be frauds, because faster-than-light travel is an obvious impossibility?"

"Oh, yes, I saw it. It would be pathetic if it were not so sad," Pesskrag said. "Kralk a.s.serts this even though the signals from Tosev 3 are confirming in detail what the Big Uglies aboard the Commodore Perry Commodore Perry said they would say." Pesskrag sighed. "It is too bad. Kralk was a sound female when she was younger. To be unwilling to change theory without justification is the mark of a scientist. To be unwilling to change theory even when there is abundant justification is the mark of someone whose thought processes have ossified." said they would say." Pesskrag sighed. "It is too bad. Kralk was a sound female when she was younger. To be unwilling to change theory without justification is the mark of a scientist. To be unwilling to change theory even when there is abundant justification is the mark of someone whose thought processes have ossified."

They went their separate ways then, Pesskrag back to the laboratory to go on chasing the Big Uglies and Ttomalss back to the hotel to report to Atvar on what he had learned from the physicist. A young male wearing a wig of a greenish yellow like no Tosevite"s real hair tried to sell him ginger. He snarled his rejection so fiercely, he frightened the petty criminal.

Can we change? he wondered. he wondered. Or have all our processes become ossified? We are going to find out. That is certain. Or have all our processes become ossified? We are going to find out. That is certain.

He didn"t talk to Atvar inside the hotel. Again, they feared the wild Big Uglies might be able to listen to what they said. They went over to the park where Sam Yeager liked to visit in the early morning or the late afternoon. They sat in the sunshine, not in the shade, also for fear the American amba.s.sador might have planted little electronic hearing diaphragms wherever he went.

That was probably close to a delusion of persecution. Considering what had just happened to the Race, though, was any worry about the Big Uglies" abilities really delusional? Ttomalss feared it wasn"t.

He told Atvar what Pesskrag had told him. The fleetlord hissed in dismay. "We cannot afford to wait so long. The Tosevites will not wait for us."

"The other alternative, as Pesskrag suggested, involves bribery and espionage," Ttomalss said. "It may well prove quicker, as she said. But it is far less certain."

"Nothing is certain any more," Atvar said sadly. "Nothing."

Ttomalss understood how he felt. The Empire was built on certainty and stability. It had been, for as long as it existed. Now all of that was likely to fly away like a swarm of startled evening sevod. "We should never have sent the conquest fleet to Tosev 3," the psychologist said.

"This same thought has occurred to me," Atvar answered. "But who knows whether things would have turned out better or worse? If we had waited longer, the Big Uglies might have come upon us and caught us unawares. That would have been even worse than this. I will tell you what we should have done."

"What is that?" Ttomalss asked. "As far as I can see, all of our choices were bad."

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