"So you would say, would you, madam," Matthew said "that the weather was unusual and the plants are unusual? Tell me, if what Ms. Senungatuk used on the coo-berries was an ordinary remedy for their sting, why didn"t the rest of you use them?"
"Sure, why should we?" she asked. "Coo-berries wasn"t botherin" us any, were they? And only "cos you come, did we know they was up at the cave. And another thing," she went on, winding up to unburden all her complaints, "back before Shanachie Reilly arrived, people used to come here for latchkays and have a chat with the planet, like. Only then Reilly gave us to understand that a lot of our problems, the floods, the avalanche, the quakes, were on accounta we were too pig-ignorant to understand properly what it was the planet was sayin" to us. After the time lightnin" struck the meeting hall and burned up all them people, just before Reilly came to us, we let him do the talkin" and I would say things have been pretty peaceful since." She paused and said, "But for all that many folk thought Reilly knew best, he never did learn the remedies like Kilcoole"s Clodagh. Our old healer died two winters back and we"ve been wanting to get someone new trained up, "cos I"ve known about her since we was both younglings. Village even had a promising girl child ready to go "prentice" herself to Clodagh, iffen Clodagh Senungatuk"d have her, but Reilly wouldn"t allow it."
"Thank you, madam, for the testimonial." Matthew said. "We"ll let you know if you"ll be needed to repeat your statement at the hearing. Meanwhile, I must insist Ms. Senungatuk be placed into company custody and her flask seized for a.n.a.lysis, along with the contents of the barrels the deceased had with them in the cave. Autopsies must be performed on the bodies and the entire area sealed."
"No worries on that score, sir," Ivan told him. They were standing just outside the field of coo-berries, and Ivan"s nod indicated the place where Clodagh"s path had been. It was once more covered with twining brambles.
Two weeks later, the investigation was finished and all the data collected had been entered by Luzon"s overworked computer men and hard copies made for presentation.
First, however, at Shepherd Howling"s insistence, he was sent off-planet on the same shuttle that carried the bodies. He couldn"t have been on the MoonBase for more than an hour before angry messages arrived from first MoonBase command, then the hospital facility on Bethany Station, which indicated that the Shepherd was urgently proselytizing on a broad scale for converts to his just cause of trying to raise an army to fight the monster, which must be over come before the planet could be truly holy. He had a real knack for spouting his cant to the already disaffected, the misfits, and those in the lower ranks who were more easily swayed by his rhetoric. Within the first three days, he came close to single-handedly instigating a mutiny.
Such complaints made Matthew thankful that the man was out of the way so that he would not be part of the group greeting the remaining commissioners. They were soon to arrive on the planet"s somewhat seismic-shaken surface to read and evaluate the information prior to the final hearing. He wished there had been someplace he could have immured Marmion Algemeine and her a.s.sistants, but her absence would have caused embarra.s.sing questions even if he had thought of a way to rid her, however temporarily, of her three constant attendants.
Torkel Fiske was invaluable in helping Matthew and his committee. It was he who suggested that they should also interview newly arrived colonists in the most recently formed villages far from the influence of such people as Shongili and the Senungatuk woman, or even families such as the brood that had entertained Matthew in the south.
The new people, it was hoped, would be more objective and scientific in their outlook. When Matthew noted that the influx had come from the Mariana Islands and the Scottish highlands, where large deposits of deutronium and molybdenum had recently been located, and some resettled from the disastrous colonies of Bremer, he was equally ready to cancel that idea if the initial interviews proved negative. He resolved to read each of the collected reports before permitting them to be admitted as evidence. Meanwhile, his a.s.sistants and Marmion"s vied with each other to be the first to record the testimonies of people from the villages of the four murdered shanachies.
Matthew himself had made a special, personal effort to reach Goat-dung and persuade her to tell the truth about her part in the sudden disappearance of "the monster" who had been injured by members of Howling"s community-an injury rather too similar to the one from which Shongili was recovering. Matthew also had placed a strong letter of reprimand in the file of Captain John Greene, who had certainly exceeded his authority by removing the girl from Matthew"s custody at a critical time.
Now no one seemed to know where either the girl or Shongili was. Shongili"s mannish sister and her girlfriend were also nowhere to be found. Through Marmion"s influence, Clodagh Senungatuk, much to Matthew"s dismay, remained in her own home, under nominal "house arrest," and still ran the village. And the whole planet, as far as he knew-including Whittaker Fiske, who actually seemed to have the poor taste to be besotted with the fat cow-paused to gossip to her through her windows. Unstoppably, of course, those d.a.m.ned cats went in and out as they pleased. Discreet efforts to capture any of them-either by the lure of choice cuts of meat or by chasing them with otherwise savage canines-had met with abysmal failure. They had spurned the food and terrified any dog set on their spoors.
He had tried to insist that Shongili and Clodagh both be sent off-planet in detention cells pending the hearing. Whittaker Fiske and Marmion Algemeine had immediately blocked that, just as they"d quashed the off world rea.s.signments he tried to engineer for captains Greene and O"Shay.
He let himself be consoled by the fact that it was only a matter of time for all their little petty tricks to come tumbling down about their ears. Once he presented his evidence at the hearing and it was seen how these two-bit shamanistic charlatans were preying on the people"s fears and hopes to influence them against the company, Shongili and Clodagh and all their helpers would be evicted from their cushy company homes and Maddock, Greene, and O"Shay would be busted back to KP duty.
The workload was overwhelming. While he seemed able to gain momentum in his search for truth, his a.s.sistants, who had previously seemed so promising, had grown unaccountably b.u.mbling and incompetent. Their reports did not have bottom-line conclusions that satisfied his requirements. And then the computers kept developing break downs and suffering from sporadic erasures.
The locals, including company troops, were hostile; the working conditions were appallingly primitive, and the weather-how he loathed wild weather-was unspeakable. Lashing rains and electrical storms alternated with spitting snow and heat far above the comfort zone. The s.p.a.ceBase facility was constantly quaking with unexpected convulsions on land that had originally been tested as geological stable. Matthew longed for the sane and sanitary shipboard ambiance, one engineered for human comfort by rational minds such as his own. No mold grew there, as it did on the walls of his lavatory despite the repeated scrubbings of some low-ranking corpsman. No thunderclaps disrupted his concentration, and despite the fact that one was always moving in s.p.a.ce, one never experienced sensations of bobbing like bubbles in a test tube as buildings bounced.
To make matters worse, another volcano erupted, ten klicks to the northwest, sending ash into every crack and crevice. This emergence occurred in a meadow, near nothing else, and didn"t even cause copters to falter over flying it. However, a seaquake of 9.3 on the Richter scale had a mid-ocean epicenter that caused tsunamis in every direction and quite devastated the small facility at Bogota.
The company would simply have to face facts. This planet was not working out. The terraforming was faulty, the terrain had not fully stabilized, the whole place should be evacuated, sc.r.a.ped clean, and either abandoned or reformed with more modern techniques. It would put an end to all this talk of sentience and settlements.
Chapter 14.
Yana couldn"t shake a sense of foreboding, something she would not give voice to, even to Sean. At least his wound was closing with extraordinary rapidity, thanks to a poultice and Clodagh"s expert attention. That bit of doctoring had happened before Matthew Luzon"s asinine notion of putting Clodagh under "house arrest." That wasn"t as bad as Luzon"s original orders to send both off-planet. Sean had been immediately hidden in Bunny"s snocle, which had been decommissioned for the "summer" and stored in Adak O"Connor"s garage. Clodagh had shrugged off the threat and maintained it wouldn"t come to that. Which it hadn"t, with the forceful help of Marmion and Whittaker Fiske. Only someone totally ignorant of the situation on Petaybee, as most of the company bra.s.s were, or someone so hostile as to be beyond reason, as Luzon was, would think that putting Clodagh and Sean in any sort of detention made sense.
Yana couldn"t quite believe, or hope, that Luzon had failed to realize the function of the cats in Clodagh"s and the planet"s-communications network. Torkel knew. She wondered why he didn"t try to round up the cats and put them under house arrest as well. It would have been just about as ridiculous.
When they knew the order was for house arrest rather than transfer off-planet, Sean, with his customary imperturbability, emerged from hiding like a bear from hibernation and smilingly chose Yana"s as the "house to be arrested in." She was glad to have him near for several reasons. Although the wound was healing so well, the arrow had torn muscles and almost severed one tendon. She could keep an eye on it and him better if she didn"t have to worry about concealment. She knew it was unrealistic to think she could single-handedly protect him from the company if they tried to take him, but she would do what she could. And now that she was well again, she could do quite a bit. With her years of training and experience, she was not without resources. And quite aside from that, it just helped having him there. He calmed her. Here his world was on trial and he was able, with a look. a smile, or a joke, to soothe her fears.
She needed that. Even with the "off-planet threat dissolved, tension vibrated in the air like off-key music whether it was in sympathy with Clodagh, or apprehension of what the Powers That Be would try to do to them next.
Not that everything in Kilcoole came to a stand still: everyone carried on, gardening and planting all hours of the lengthening days. But the smart ones were frightened, as they should be, with Matthew Luzon coming on so strong. At least that loony, Howling, had been shipped out, which gave the planet one score against the Powers That Be, as the locals called the company in all its omniscience. She wondered if the MoonBase had smelled him coming. She"d had the first laugh in days when Adak reported that Howling had the base command howling complaints.
Adak said he had ears the size of flapjacks from listening in on his radio, trying to make sense of orders misheard through the static. He usually brought a summary of what he had heard to Yana so that she could convey the information to Clodagh. Like everybody else, she just went to the windows and chatted. If the guard was new, and didn"t know her-as the guards often were, since Torkel was obviously afraid Clodagh would bewitch her jailers as he seemed to feel she had his father-Yana cleverly disguised herself as what she had been, a major in the company corps, collected a smart salute from the trooper on duty, and walked into the house. This worked only if the guard hadn"t already been posted on her house to guard Sean, but she slipped past all of them an amazing number of times just by putting her hair up in a fatigue cap when she wanted to be a ranking officer, and throwing one of Aisling"s hand woven blanket jackets over her uniform and letting her hair down when she didn"t. Nevertheless, she had to keep a fairly low profile when she did this, lest Torkel or one of the other bra.s.s who knew her catch on and prohibit her specifically from visiting Clodagh. They hadn"t thought of it yet, which was not an oversight that Yana would have permitted had the mission been under her command, but fortunately, it wasn"t. Whittaker Fiske visited Clodagh often, openly and casually. The first time Yana had walked into the house to see him sitting at Clodagh"s table having tea, she had been wary, until his wink rea.s.sured her. "We would appreciate a knock next time though, Major," he said, squeezing Clodagh"s hand. Clodagh had surprised Yana by responding with an actual blush and a mischievous bawdy chuckle.
But Yana was at home, in multi with her hair streaming, talking to Sean, when Adak, who was also still officially a company corps employee, knocked briefly and entered without waiting for permission. Sean, who had been slowly walking around the room to supple up his abused leg muscles, stopped just short of the abruptly opened door. Yana had been listing the issues and arguments concerning them that were likely to come up at the hearing, and practicing succinct answers. That always impressed committees: this witness had all facts in order and did not hesitate in answering.
"Sean, oops, sorry, Yana, the static"s getting worse but the committee"s ship has landed. That Luzon fella was transmitting orders to the crew for the last couple of hours about how the committee was supposed to be taken to his board room for a private briefing first, but somehow"-Adak gave a good imitation of an ingenuous shrug for a fifty-five-year-old man-"Dr. Fiske and Dama Algemeine found out and beat him to the landing pad."
"Sure, now, and wasn"t that lucky for us?" Sean mused, slyly deepening the faint trace of Irish lilt in his voice and lifting his left eyebrow in an amused, quizzical way. "Did these same mysterious circ.u.mstances that alerted Whit and Marmion also warn Clodagh?"
"Didn"t need to," Adak said. "The cats were already on the job. Least wise, that clouded one padded by me on my way here and leapt right in the window neat as you please, and that black and white fella, who lies on the roof and snarls at the guards when they get too close, slithered in after her." Adak grinned maliciously.
"Well, then, since the cursor"s up on Matthew"s screen, let"s hope all this waiting"s over," Sean said, and gave a convulsive shrug of his shoulders, one of the few manifestations of his own anxiety Yana had observed. He shot a wry grin in her direction. "So the waiting"s over now. Love, and the dance begins. Ready?"
She nodded solemnly and held up the coffee pot. "Have time for a cup, Adak?"
"Sure do, Yana," Adak said, closing the door behind him.
He strode over to the table, which had been enlarged from a small square to a large circle, with one section covered by Yana"s notes and pad and a long-handled wooden spoon that Sean was whittling. Sean had needed some occupation while he was recuperating: Yana now had four chairs instead of one. She"d helped, but she"d done more watching of his clever hands than working.
Yana put three cups and some of the sweet biscuits Sean had made on the table. Sean joined them; as usual, turning his chair round so he could lean his arms across the back of it. That chair he had made to his own specifications.
"There was also some report," Adak went on, "came in for that fella with all funny words . . ."
"Ah, the a.n.a.lysis," Yana said, leaning forward hopefully. "Can you remember any of the words?"
"Of course I can. Who do you think teaches the youngsters the corps glory songs and the company manual songs to keep them from harm when they"re first s.p.a.ced? My memory"s good as Clodagh"s." He gazed roof ward, eyes almost turned completely up, mouth open, and then recited: "Plant juices of an unknown alkalinity of unusual strength and a small amount of an unidentifiable animal protein. The combination is unusual and most likely derived from indigenous elements not yet included in botanical or biological records, which are unusually brief for Planet Terraform B. On the subject of the so-called coo-berry bramble thorn plant, the vegetation showed virulent growth even under controlled laboratory conditions. It secretes acid from leaf surface, thorn, and stem of such potency that it permeated Petraseal, as suspected, and etched deeply into every metal sample presented. Coo-berry sample destroyed before its ma.s.s imploded the triple plasglas container. Antidote is still under going testing. Could be useful against other alien plant-forms of similar toxicity and rapid growth. Request quant.i.ty and availability of ingredients." Adak dropped his head, and his eyes returned to a normal position in their sockets.
"Well done, Adak," Sean said with a laugh, and gave the old radio operator a friendly clout on his arm.
"And they want to set up a school so"s we can learn reading and writing," Adak muttered scornfully. "What"s wrong with training a memory to remember what it"s heard "steada having to look it up in books all a time?" He took a long swig of the coffee, smacking his lips. "Mind you, more of this on a regular basis wouldn"t be hard to take."
"You have to be careful what you accept from the company," Yana said urgently, extending her hand across the table toward Adak. "Teaching the people to read and write again is essential if we"re to keep the buzzards off this planet indefinitely, but we have to choose our own material."
"Don"t need to tell me that, Yana. It"s the younger kids need the caution."
Yes, that was the problem, Yana thought. It was the kids who would only see the advantages of the perks Torkel was so eager to load on them. Krisuk, who had never had much and wanted to make something of himself. And those like Luca, who had been abused all her life. She gave a wry grin. Not Bunny, she thought, nor even "Cita, who still thinks three meals a day is sinful.
They had sent the girl with Bunny, who wouldn"t let her sister out of her sight, and Aisling and Sinead to Sinead"s old cabin, deep in the woods. Diego sneaked out at night, Dinah limping along in escort, to bring supplies and news. "Cita seemed to go into shock when she was told that Shepherd Howling had left the planet. Diego had reported that the day after she seemed to relax for the first time and had spontaneous questions for him: Was Coaxtl all right? And was Sean healing, and what was happening to all those left at the Vale of Tears without leadership? Diego said he"d have to find out. Which reminded Yana to ask Adak.
"Well, I got the odd word or two from Loncie that when they"d gone out to collect Scobie"s snocle, some woman-Ash-sen-see-on," he said, stumbling over the name, "was more or less in charge. But she was gettin" a lot of argument from folks who said the Shepherd didn"t like women bosses."
"Out of the deep freeze and into the permafrost," Sean groaned.
"That was before the tsunami, a" course," Adak added. "Some of the people left of the Bogota group might resettle in the Vale. I hear it"s freezing up proper again now."
Then all three fell silent, each wondering privately if there would be resettling along the lines that had worked so well for Petaybee so far.
"Any more surveys on that equatorial island chain that"s emerging?" Sean asked, the light of mischief dancing in his silver-gray eyes.
Yana wondered briefly if he"d known that would happen.
"Ah, yes," Adak drawled, grinning to show all his even strong white teeth. "There"s copters up, and Johnny and Rick and that other bozo flitting down, doing runs. Right smart-sized islands blossomin" like fireweed, and where it"s warm, too. Don"t "spect that was in anybody"s plans, now was it?" Adak looked sharply into Sean"s face, which wore a bland expression, except for the twinkle in his eyes.
"Well, with volcanoes emerging here in the north, it"s possible that there"d be a reaction elsewhere. Though speaking scientifically, the odds are low of so much crystal activity occurring."
"But Petaybee is an unusual planet," Yana said equably, her expression matching Sean"s, "so we can expect just about anything!"
"Shouldn"t wonder. Won"t, either," Adak said, and drained the last of the coffee. Rising, he gave a quaint little bow in Yana"s direction, grinned at Sean, and then paused at the door. "What should I be listenin" for now, Shongili?"
"The names of our latest visitors."
In point of fact, it wasn"t Adak who brought Yana and Sean that news but Marmion Algemeine, her poise shaken, and Whittaker Fiske, looking glum.
"It couldn"t have been a worse selection, really, it couldn"t," Marmion said, making for one of the chairs at Yana"s table as if her legs would support her no further. With an agitated flourish of one hand, she went on. "I"ve got my aides checking every man jack of them. And it is every man, too. I was so hoping Metuska Karianovic of KCCE would elect to come, but she"s off having some sort of rejuv treatment. Wouldn"t you just know!"
"Who did come?" Yana asked as she poured coffee all around.
"Mostly Matthew"s palsies," Marmion said with a raising of her arched eyebrows. She pouted her lips. "Though Chas came: Charles Thraves-Tung. He"s always reasonable, I"ll say that for him. And he does think. He"ll appreciate a reasoned argument, which is more than I can say for Bal Emir Jostique." She gave a little shudder of revulsion. "Greasy old man. He"d enjoy having prep.u.b.escent girls as wives: as many as he could get."
"He has "em already, doesn"t he?" Whittaker said, regarding her with mild surprise.
"He"ll never have enough, but even he has to wait until they"re fourteen!" She gave another little spasm of her elegant shoulders, clad today in a soft, dull brown leather. She raised her hand to tick off names. "So we"ve you, me Chas Tung against Matthew, Bal, that old bag of bones Nexim Roberts Shi-Tu, with Farringer Ball on the monitor acting as chair again."
Whittaker raised his eyebrows. "Do you know that Chas is with us?"
"How could l? You saw how Matthew scrambled his broad young men between us and the new arrivals so we didn"t have a chance to say more than "h.e.l.lo, safe trip" before Matthew whisked them away on his "survey tour"? Nor was there room for one of us to go or send someone."
Whittaker gave a bark of laughter. "I wouldn"t have wanted to go on that trip! And I don"t think Matthew won any points by insisting on flying them over the equator. Turbulence was fierce, and neither Nexie nor Bal like their innards disturbed any more than the indigestion their fancy foods give them. Speaking of which, did you notice what was being unloaded from the shuttle for their delectation?"
Marmion made a grimace, which then became a hopeful grin. "Yes, and the chefs who"d know what to do with such provender. Take no offense, Sean, Yana, because I have enjoyed the unusual tastes and texture that only Petaybee can provide, but I"m likely to be the only one, bar Whit here, who would. Terribly spoiled the others are as far as their palates are concerned." Then she frowned again. "Did you notice, too, Whit, that all Matthew"s boys look absolutely p.o.o.ped? He"s had them running around night and day. Poor Braddock Makem looks transparent. Does he never let people have time off?"
"Where"re yours, Marmie? Whit asked, c.o.c.king an eye-brow at her.
She winked. "I don"t work them half as hard, but they find out twice as much. And," she said on a sigh, "we"ll need every smitch of help we can find with Farringer the tie breaker." Adak burst through the door.
"He"s dead!"
"Who"s dead," everyone demanded simultaneously.
"That smelly Shanachie Howler!"
"Of what?" Sean asked.
"Smelling himself in a MoonBase cubicle, probably!" Yana quipped.
"Nah! Not a bit of it." Adak shook his head and waved his hands in his excitement. "Get this! He was done in by the same thing as killed Lavelle!"
Yana locked eyes with Sean.
"There"s more, too!" Adak was almost spitting in his effort to get the second message out. "Satok had . . ." He turned his eyes to the roof again and recited, "An atrophied node in the cerebellum, only four hundred twenty-three grams of brown fat, and all his vitals was poisoned. Soyuk Ishunt, Clancy Nyangatuk, and Reilly also had atrophied nodes and poisoned organs."
"Was the node in Howling"s case mentioned?" Sean asked.
Adak looked down, wrinkling his leathery brown face in deep thought. "Hmmmm . . . think it was, but it wasn"t atrophied none." He took another breath. "And they"re sending some special medical equipment down. CAT scanner."
Yana couldn"t help inhaling at that news and glanced at Sean for rea.s.surance. He c.o.c.ked an eyebrow in response, but his unworried att.i.tude and relaxed posture still did not relieve her fears that his shape-changing abilities would somehow be revealed by scanning.
On the other hand, Marmion burst out laughing. "One thing sure," she managed to gasp out, "there isn"t one built to accommodate Clodagh Senungatuk!"
That observation did provoke chuckles, and the tension in the room went down a few notches.
"But that"s probably the only good thought I can express," Marmion went on, "as Nexie"s a biochemist and has"-she paused, her expression darkening-" "other methods" more intrusive and certainly unpleasant."
"We"ll see about that," Whittaker said, his eyes narrowing. "Neither Clodagh Senungatuk nor Sean Shongili have committed any crimes against Intergal regulations. Even this house arrest is farcical. Integal cannot subvert CIS civil rights except in circ.u.mstances of armed conflict, and Clodagh"s squirt bottle doesn"t appear on any list of weaponry I"ve ever seen modern or ancient. Adak, you still got the secured channel?"
"Ah, hmm, well . . ." Adak looked wildly around the room at everyone except Sean, but somehow saw the brief nod.
"C"mon then," Whittaker said, urging Adak to the door and laying an arm across the man"s shoulders as they departed. "Be back in a nano."
Marmion looked considerably more cheerful. "Let"s hope he can get a message through all the static to the proper authorities. At first, I thought the pilots were just saying that to be obstructive. But it"s real now. Do you know what"s causing so much interference, Sean?"
"Sure," he replied good-naturedly. "Atmospheric anomalies and the stratospheric turbulences caused by the crustal activity with some vigorous sunspots." Then he paused and creased his brows a little. "Coaxtl told Nanook that the "home was changing." According to Bunny, Coaxtl also told that to "Cita when she was in her charge. But none of the track-cats, nor Clodagh"s, for that matter, are the least bit worried."
"They never are," Marmion said wryly.
"Oh, they have been," Sean replied in mild reproof.
Marmion leaned forward, resting one hand lightly on his forearm. "How does she?"
She broke off at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Whittaker and Adak returned, neither looking very pleased. Whittaker almost slammed the door.
"Could barely get the call letters out clear enough to be recognized,"" Whittaker said, frowning with frustration.
"Message was short and maybe too sweet for the kind of action we might need to have available. Got hold of Johnny, too, and asked him to send next time he"s above turbulence. d.a.m.ned planet"s messing us all up, and we"re the ones trying to help!" He turned on Sean, who seemed unaffected by the communications failure. "Boy, how long can you live on a s.p.a.ce station with no immunity?"
"Four, five days."
Yana felt her heart skip a beat and surrept.i.tiously placed one hand over her still-flat belly. How could he announce his life expectancy so calmly?
"Clodagh?"
"Same, but it won"t come to that, Whit. Believe me."
Dr. Whittaker Fiske c.o.c.ked his head toward his right shoulder, planted both fists on the belt that circled his thin waist, and demanded, "If I could believe you, Dr. Shongili, I"d sleep a lot easier, and so would all your friends."
"Believe me, and that"s bankable!"
"It is?" Marmion perked up, her fiscal senses alerted.