Charley didn"t answer. He might have heard; he might have felt the touch of Terry"s hand. He looked like a tremendous pillow stuck with tubes in various places.
"Without a Langston Field we don"t have a ship. I"d give Firebee Firebee a decent burial if I could get her down. You"ll be healed a long time before any part of her flies again," Terry said. He believed that Charley would heal. He might never look quite human again, and if he walked he"d never run; but his central nervous system wasn"t damaged, and his heart beat, and his lungs sucked air through the hole at one end of the pillow, while regeneration went on inside. a decent burial if I could get her down. You"ll be healed a long time before any part of her flies again," Terry said. He believed that Charley would heal. He might never look quite human again, and if he walked he"d never run; but his central nervous system wasn"t damaged, and his heart beat, and his lungs sucked air through the hole at one end of the pillow, while regeneration went on inside.
Terry heard urgent voices through the door. Patients healthy enough for curiosity stirred restlessly.
"Something"s going on." Terry patted the padded hand. "I"ll come back and tell you about it."
At first glance she wasn"t that badly hurt.
She was slumped in an armchair in the lobby. Half a dozen people swarmed about her: a doctor, two nurses, two MPs and a thick-necked Marine in a full leg cast who was trying to stay out of the way and see too. She was wearing a bantar cloth coverall. It was a mess: sky-blue with a green-and-scarlet landscape on the back, barely visible under several pounds of mud and swamp mold.
Bantar cloth had been restricted to Navy use up to eighty years ago. It was nearly indestructible. It wasn"t high style, but farmers and others in high-risk jobs wore bantar cloth at half the price of a tractor. Whatever had happened to the woman, it would have been worse without that.
She had black ancestry with some white (skin like good milk chocolate, but weathered by fatigue and the elements) and oriental (the tilt of the eyes). Thick, tightly coiled black hair formed a cushion around her head. It carried its own share of mud. A nasty gash cut through the hair. It ran from above her left eye back to the crown of her head. A nurse had cleaned it with alcohol; it was bleeding.
She drained a paper cup of water. A doctor-Charley"s doctor, Lex Hartner-handed her another, and she drained that too. "No more," Hartner said. "We"ll get you some broth."
She nodded and said, "Uh." Her lip curled way up on the left. She tried to say something else. Stroke? Nonsense, she couldn"t be past thirty. The head wound- Poor woman.
Hartner said, "We"ll get that soup into you before we look you over. How long were you out there?"
"Wumble." Her lip curled up; then half her face wrinkled in frustration. The other half remained slack. She held up one finger, then lifted another.
"A week or two?"
She nodded vigorously. Her eyes met Terry"s. He smiled and turned away, feeling like an intruder. He went back to talk to Charley.
2656, JUNE (TANITH LOCAL TIME).
The wrecked ships that had haloed the planet after the Battle of Tanith were long gone. Shuttle #1 descended through a sky that seemed curiously empty.
What had been the Tanith s.p.a.ceport still glared like a polished steel dish. Seen from low angle the crater became a glowing eye with a bright pupil.
The big Langston Field dome had protected Dagon City during the battle. The smaller dome at the s.p.a.ceport had absorbed a stream of guided meteors, then given all of the energy back as the field collapsed.
A new port had grown around the crater"s eastern rim. Terry and Charley, riding as pa.s.sengers while Sharon flew, picked out a dozen big aircraft, then a horde of lighter craft. The crater must make a convenient airfield. The gleaming center was a small lake. Have to avoid that.
Both of Firebee"s Firebee"s shuttles had lost their hover capability. They"d been looking for repair facilities for six years now. Shuttle #1 came in a little fast because of the way the crater dipped, coasted across and braked to a stop at the rim. shuttles had lost their hover capability. They"d been looking for repair facilities for six years now. Shuttle #1 came in a little fast because of the way the crater dipped, coasted across and braked to a stop at the rim.
Tanith was hot and humid, with a smell of alien vegetation. The sun was low. Big autumn-colored flutterbys formed a cloud around them as they emerged. These were new to Terry. He"d never seen a Tanith summer.
They had drawn a crowd of twenty-odd, still growing. Terry noticed how good they looked: shorter than average, but all well muscled, none obtrusively fat. A year in Tanith"s 1.14 gravity made anyone look good. The early strokes and heart attacks didn"t show.
Terry was a round man; he felt rounder by contrast. Sharon Hayes fit right in. She was past fifty, and it showed in the deep wrinkle patterns around eyes and mouth; but regular exercise and a childhood in Tanith gravity had kept her body tight and muscular.
The airport bar was cool and dry, and crowded now.
George Callahan was a burly man in his forties, red hair going gray, red fur along his thick arms. He and Sharon seemed to like each other on sight. They settled at a smaller table, and there they dealt with entry forms on Callahan"s pocket computer. (Cargo: a Langston Field generator big enough to shield a small city. Purpose of entry: trade.) Terry and Charley drank at the crowd"s expense and tried to describe sixteen years of interstellar trading.
Terry let Charley do most of the talking. Let him forget the fright mask he wore. "Yes "Yes we are heroes, by d.a.m.n! We saved Phoenix from famine two years ago." He"d tried to hold his breath when we are heroes, by d.a.m.n! We saved Phoenix from famine two years ago." He"d tried to hold his breath when Firebee"s Firebee"s Langston Field generator blew up, but his voice still had a gravelly texture. "We"d just come from Hitchhiker"s Rest. They"ve got a gene-tailored crop called kudzu grain. We went back and filled Firebee with kudzu grain, we were Langston Field generator blew up, but his voice still had a gravelly texture. "We"d just come from Hitchhiker"s Rest. They"ve got a gene-tailored crop called kudzu grain. We went back and filled Firebee with kudzu grain, we were living living in the stuff all the way back, and we strewed it across the Phoenix croplands. It came up before twenty-two million people quite ran out of stores. Then it died off, of course, because it isn"t designed for Phoenix conditions, but by then they had their crops growing again. I never felt that good before or since." in the stuff all the way back, and we strewed it across the Phoenix croplands. It came up before twenty-two million people quite ran out of stores. Then it died off, of course, because it isn"t designed for Phoenix conditions, but by then they had their crops growing again. I never felt that good before or since."
The barmaids were setting out a free lunch, and someone brought them plates. Fresh food! Charley had his mouth full, so Terry said, "It"s. .h.i.tchhiker"s Rest that"s in trouble. That kudzu grain is taking over everything. It really is wonderful stuff, but it eats the houses."
He bit into a sandwich: cheese and mystery meat and tomatoes and chili leaf between thick slices of bread. Sharon was working on another. She"d have little room for dinner . . . . . . or was this lunch? The sun had looked like late afternoon. He asked somebody, "What time is it local?" or was this lunch? The sun had looked like late afternoon. He asked somebody, "What time is it local?"
"Ten. Just short of noon." The woman grinned. "And nights are four hours long."
He"d forgotten: Dagon City was seven hundred kilometers short of the north pole. "Okay. I need to use a phone."
"I"ll show you." She was a small brunette, wide at hips and shoulders. When she took Terry"s arm she was about his height.
Charley was saying, "We don"t expect to get rich. There aren"t any rich worlds. The war hurt everybody, and some are a long time recovering. We don"t try to stop outies. We just go away, and I guess everyone else does too. That means a lot of worlds are cut off."
The brunette led him down a hall to a bank of computer screens. He asked, "How do I get Information?"
"You don"t have a card? No, of course not. Here." She pushed plastic into a slot. The screen lit with data, and Terry noticed her name: Maria Montez. She tapped QQQ.
The operator had the look of bony Spartan aristocracy: pale skin, high cheekbones and a small, pursed mouth. "What region?"
"I don"t know the region. Brenda Curtis."
The small mouth pursed in irritation. (Not a recording?) Terry said, "Try south-south. Then west." Brenda had inherited the farm. She might have returned there, or she might still be working at the hospital.
"South-south, Brenda Curtis." The operator tapped at her own keyboard. "Six-two-one-one-six-eight. Do you have that?"
She was alive! "Yes. Thank you." He jotted it on his pocket computer.
Maria was still there . . . . . . Naturally she"d want her card back. Did he care what she heard? He took his courage in both hands and tapped out the number. Naturally she"d want her card back. Did he care what she heard? He took his courage in both hands and tapped out the number.
A girl answered: ten years old, very curly blond hair, cute, with a serious look. "Brenda"s."
"Can I talk to Brenda Curtis?"
"She"s on the roof."
"Will you get her, please?"
"No, we don"t bother her when she"s on the roof."
"Oh. Okay. Tell her I called. Terry Kak.u.mee. When should I call back?"
"After dinner. About eighteen."
"Thanks." Something about the girl . . . . . . "Is Brenda your mother?" "Is Brenda your mother?"
"Yes. I"m Reseda Anderssen." The girl hung up.
Maria was looking at him. "You know Brenda Curtis?"
"I used to. How do you know her?"
"She runs the orphanage. I know one of her boys. Not hers, I mean, but one of the boys she raised."
"Tell me about her."
Maria shrug-sniffed. Maybe talking about another woman wasn"t what she"d had in mind. "She moved to a swamp farm after the Battle of Tanith. The City paid her money to keep orphans, and I guess there were a lot of them. Not so many now. Lots of teenagers. They"ve got their own skewball team, and they"ve had the pennant two years running."
"She was in bad shape when I knew her. Head wound. Does her lip pull up on one side when she talks?"
"Not that I noticed."
"Well," he said, "I"m glad she"s doing okay."
Thinking of her as a patient might have put a different light on things. Maria took his arm again. They made an interesting match, Terry thought. Same height, both rounded in the body, and almost the same shade of hair and skin. She asked, "Was she in the Navy? Like Mr. Lame-"
"How did she get hurt?"
"Maria, I"m not sure that"s been decla.s.sified. She wasn"t in the Navy, but she got involved with the Sauron thing anyway." And he wouldn"t tell her any more.
2640A, NOVEMBER (TANITH LOCAL TIME).
He"d taken Dr. Hartner to dinner partly because he felt sorry for him, partly to get him talking.
Lex Hartner was thin all over, with a long, narrow face and wispy blond hair. Terry would always remember him as tired. . . . . but that was unfair. Every doctor on Tanith lived at the edge of exhaustion after the battle of Tanith. but that was unfair. Every doctor on Tanith lived at the edge of exhaustion after the battle of Tanith.
"Your friend"ll heal," he told Terry. "He was lucky. One of the first patients in after the battle. We still had eyes in stock, and we had a regeneration sleeve. His real problem is, we"ll have to take it off him as soon as he can live without it."
"Scars be d.a.m.ned?"
"Oh, he"ll scar. They wouldn"t be as bad if we left the sleeve on him longer. But Napoleon"s Napoleon"s coming in with b.u.m cases-" coming in with b.u.m cases-"
"Yeah. I wouldn"t want your job."
"This is the hardest part."
It was clear to Terry: there was no way to talk Lex into leaving Charley in the sleeve for a little longer. So he changed the subject. "That woman in the hall this morning-"
Lex didn"t ask who he meant. "We don"t have a name yet. She appeared at a swamp farm south of here. Mrs. Maddox called the hospital. We sent an ambulance. She must have come out of the swamps. From the look of her, she was there for some time."
"She didn"t look good."
"She"s malnourished. There"s fungus all over her. Bantar cloth doesn"t let air through. You have to wear net underwear, and hers was rotted to shreds. That head wound gouged her skull almost through the bone. Beyond that I just can"t tell, Terry. I don"t have the instruments."
Terry nodded; he didn"t have to ask about that.
There had been one ma.s.sive burn-through during the Battle of Tanith. Raw plasma had washed across several city blocks for three or four seconds. A hotel had been slagged, and shops and houses, and a stream of flame had rolled up the dome and hovered at the apex while it died. The hospital had lost most of its windows . . . . . . and every piece of equipment that could be ruined by an electromagnetic pulse. and every piece of equipment that could be ruined by an electromagnetic pulse.
"There"s just no way to look inside her head. I don"t want to open her up. She"s coming along nicely, she can say a few words, and she can draw and use sign language. And she tries so hard."
All of which Terry told to Charley the next day. They"d told him Charley wasn"t conscious most of the time; but Terry pictured him going nuts from boredom inside that pillow.
2656, JUNE (TANITH LOCAL TIME).
The bar had turned noisy. At the big table you could still hear Charley. "Boredom. You spend months getting to and from the Jump points. We"ve played every game program in ship"s memory half to death. I think any one of us could beat anyone on Tanith at Rollerball, Chance, the Mirror Game-"
"We"ve got a Mirror Game," someone said. "It"s in the Library."
""Great!""
Someone pushed two chairs into the pattern for Maria and Terry. Charley was saying, "We did find something interesting this trip. There"s a Sauron ship in orbit around EST 1310. We knew it was there, we could hear it every time we used the jump points, but EST 1310 is a flare star. We didn"t dare go after it. But this trip we"re carrying a mucking great Langston Field generator in the cargo hold . . . .
Captain Sharon looked dubious. Charley was talking a lot. They"d pulled valuable data from the Sauron wreck, salable data. But so what? Tanith couldn"t reach the ship, and maybe they should be considered customers. And Brenda might hear. Let him talk.
"It was Morningstar, Morningstar, a Sauron hornet ship. The Saurons must have gutted it for anything they could use on other ships, then turned it into a signaling beacon. They"d left the computer. They had to have that to work the message sender. We disarmed some b.o.o.by traps and managed to get into the programming a Sauron hornet ship. The Saurons must have gutted it for anything they could use on other ships, then turned it into a signaling beacon. They"d left the computer. They had to have that to work the message sender. We disarmed some b.o.o.by traps and managed to get into the programming . . . .
People drifted away, presumably to run the airport. Others came in. The party was shaping up as a long one. Terry was minded to stay. He"d maintained a pleasant buzz, and Brenda had waited for sixteen years. She"d wait longer.
At seven he spoke into Maria"s ear. "I"d be pleased to take you to dinner, if you can guide me to a restaurant."
She said, "Good! But don"t you like parties?"
"Oh, h.e.l.l yes. Stick with the crowd?"
"Good. Till later."
"I still have to make that phone call."
She nodded vigorously and fished her card out of a pocket. He got up and went back to the public phones.
2640A, NOVEMBER (TANITH LOCAL TIME).
When Firebee"s Firebee"s Shuttle #2 came down, there had been no repair facilities left on Tanith. There was little for a Second Engineer to do. Shuttle #2 came down, there had been no repair facilities left on Tanith. There was little for a Second Engineer to do.
Napoleon changed that. changed that. Napoleon Napoleon was an old Spartan troopship arriving in the wake of the Battle of Tanith. Word had it that it was loaded with repair equipment. Now was an old Spartan troopship arriving in the wake of the Battle of Tanith. Word had it that it was loaded with repair equipment. Now Napoleon"s Napoleon"s shuttles were bringing stuff down, and shuttles were bringing stuff down, and Napoleon"s Napoleon"s purser was hearing requests from other ships in need of repairs. purser was hearing requests from other ships in need of repairs.
Captain Shu and the others would be cutting their own deals in orbit. Terry and Charley were the only ones on the ground. Terry spent four days going through Shuttle #2, listing everything the little GO craft would need. When he went begging to Napoleon"s Napoleon"s Spartan officers, he wanted to know exactly what to ask for. He made three lists: maximum repairs if he could get them, the minimum he could settle for, and a third list no other plaintiff would have made. He hoped. Spartan officers, he wanted to know exactly what to ask for. He made three lists: maximum repairs if he could get them, the minimum he could settle for, and a third list no other plaintiff would have made. He hoped.
He hadn"t visited Charley in four days.