"It"s a major court, sir," the a.s.sistant said, "and Legal says you have no option but to accompany them without protest or-"
"-a charge of resisting arrest will also be levied against you, Dr. Luzon."
The senior official, expressionless though his face was, did seem, in Luzon"s estimation, to be enjoying his duties far more than he had any right to. The very idea that officials could barge into his his office, interrupt office, interrupt his his workday, when he had an entire planet to set to rights, was preposterous. And yet the atmosphere was rife with barely concealed emotions, almost menacing in the tension. workday, when he had an entire planet to set to rights, was preposterous. And yet the atmosphere was rife with barely concealed emotions, almost menacing in the tension.
A discreet tap on his door, which his senior secretary hastened to open, resulted in the view of his entire legal staff, a.s.sembled in the outer room. Peltz, the senior adviser, caught Luzon"s eye and gave him a quick nod of the head. Luzon took that to mean that they had everything under control and this risible situation would soon be a rather bad taste in his mouth.
"Very well, gentlemen, if that is the order of the court, as a law-abiding citizen of this galaxy, I submit." There was nothing at all submissive about Dr. Matthew Luzon as he smartly pa.s.sed his would-be captors on his way to the corridor and to the personal vehicle that should have been waiting to transport him.
But the vehicle awaiting him was not his personal one. It was a drab and very official one, and matters proceeded downhill with astonishing speed after that.
Nor was he at all rea.s.sured to discover that the plaintiff who had leveled these charges against him was none other than the secretary-general of Intergal, Farringer Ball, and that the warrant had originated from Intergal"s Petaybean installation.
"The planet"s corrupting everyone," he shouted as he was led off to a holding cell. The last glimpse he had of his well-paid, highly trained and motivated legal department was of their slightly bemused expressions. Bemused at his his expense. expense.
Nor was his incarceration in any way mitigated by the fact that he was led past a cell containing Captain Torkel Fiske, who was sitting in abject dejection on the spartan bed of the accommodation.
"Fiske? What"s the meaning of this?"
"Now, now, sor," the senior officer said, hurrying him to the next section of the prison and his own quarters. "No talking. That"s not allowed to prisoners on remand."
What Torkel Fiske could not figure out was how how he had been implicated in the Algemeine-Maddock-Rourke-Metaxos kidnappings. Unless, of course, Captain Louchard had been captured and had taken revenge on what he considered to be Torkel"s perfidy by deciding to turn galactic evidence to gain a reduced sentence. Kidnapping demanded a fate far worse than death: imprisonment in a s.p.a.ce capsule, which was then released beyond the heliopause of the local star system with sufficient oxygen to keep the criminal alive long enough to regret both crime and life. he had been implicated in the Algemeine-Maddock-Rourke-Metaxos kidnappings. Unless, of course, Captain Louchard had been captured and had taken revenge on what he considered to be Torkel"s perfidy by deciding to turn galactic evidence to gain a reduced sentence. Kidnapping demanded a fate far worse than death: imprisonment in a s.p.a.ce capsule, which was then released beyond the heliopause of the local star system with sufficient oxygen to keep the criminal alive long enough to regret both crime and life.
Some took as long as weeks to suffocate, depending on the amount of oxygen supplied, and there was no legal amount specified, so a person never knew how long he or she would keep on breathing. If you were claustrophobic, maybe you went mad first. If you had agoraphobia, the torture would be equally severe. No one had ever been rescued.
Torkel had managed to get a message off to his father, although he wasn"t sure if that would do any good. Why, his father might even have told the officials where to find him: Whittaker was scrupulous about obeying the law, and Marmion was an old and valued a.s.sociate.
What Torkel had counted on was Captain Louchard"s piratical expertise, as well as an ignorance of the Gentlepersons" Agreement on kidnapping. There hadn"t been an abduction of someone of Marmion de Revers Algemeine"s social prominence in so many years that the pact was no longer common knowledge. Besides, Torkel would have been happy enough with the abduction of the minor personalities, to pay back Yana, and indirectly Sean, as well as those obnoxious kids. Caveat emptor! Even a pirate should know where to draw the line in dastardly deeds.
Odd, if Louchard was responsible for Torkel"s arrest, that there had been nothing on the net reports about the capture of pirate and crew. That would have given Torkel sufficient warning to make for parts unknown and to undergo a complete ident.i.ty change. He"d some tentative plans made in that direction, but he"d been taken so by surprise that he hadn"t a chance to put them into use. He"d opened his door and there they were!
And the complaint had originated not from Dama Marmion de Revers Algemeine but Farringer Ball. That didn"t make much sense to Torkel Fiske, who had last seen Farringer Ball on a screen at s.p.a.ceBase in Petaybee. And the man was physically on that wretched iceberg now. How under the suns had he managed to end up there? Of all places in the civilized galaxy!
The sight of Matthew Luzon also in custody did nothing to relieve Torkel"s sense of impending doom. As if expecting his movements to be shortly confined in a s.p.a.ce coffin, he began to pace the cell. Small as it was, he could still walk about it. Three paces up and three paces back and two back and forth... and if he went too fast, he cracked his shins on the hard plastic edge of the built-in bed or slammed his toes against the slab wall.
The Jenny, Jenny, now registered as the now registered as the Curly-corn, Curly-corn, with new papers and no history before its recommissioning and complete overhaul, made her "maiden" landing at s.p.a.ceBase with a shipment of plumbing units, temporary housing units-though none as fancy as the Nakatira cubes-and other modern conveniences which most inhabitants of the galaxy took for granted but which sent the happy recipients on Petaybee into raptures. An accompanying note delivered by the captain, Petaybean-born Declan Doyle, newly commissioned and still stunned by his promotion and good fortune, indicated that the shipments had been purchased with the rewards for the return of many valuable and priceless items found on board the ship when she had been stopped and boarded and her crew placed in custody. with new papers and no history before its recommissioning and complete overhaul, made her "maiden" landing at s.p.a.ceBase with a shipment of plumbing units, temporary housing units-though none as fancy as the Nakatira cubes-and other modern conveniences which most inhabitants of the galaxy took for granted but which sent the happy recipients on Petaybee into raptures. An accompanying note delivered by the captain, Petaybean-born Declan Doyle, newly commissioned and still stunned by his promotion and good fortune, indicated that the shipments had been purchased with the rewards for the return of many valuable and priceless items found on board the ship when she had been stopped and boarded and her crew placed in custody.
One arrival among the others particularly pleased Sister Igneous Rock. It was a collection of texts on the theories and principles behind the application and installation of geothermal and hydroelectric power, the English translation from the original Icelandic, dating from several centuries before. Sister Igneous Rock discussed the windfall with Brother Shale; then, on every subsequent day, she could be found at the communion cave reading bits aloud and afterward asking pertinent questions.
"What do you think? Would that work well here? Could you do a channel here and here, and still meet your other commitments? This wouldn"t hurt, would it?"
She kept a log of her research and inquiries, and the planet"s responses, and was compiling a list for Sean, Yana, and ultimately Madame Algemeine of equipment that would eventually be needed to a.s.sist the planet in its first venture into cooperative technology. Her intense contact with the planet considerably reduced her awe of it, but although it lost its G.o.dlike stature as a result, the planet, considering and collaborating with her for the welfare of its inhabitants, never stopped being "beneficent" in her mind.
The first outbound voyage was to deliver to the Intergal Station the sixty survivors of the Asian Esoteric and Exotic Company, whose unauthorized presence on Petaybee was adversely regarded by Intergal and CIS. Intergal tried to evade the responsibility, but Petaybean officials were perfectly within their rights to return the illegal aliens to their previous port of call. Their employers had been notified to collect the stranded men and women.
The inbound voyage was a joyous occasion, for s.p.a.cegoing Petaybean citizens, specialists in many needed fields, had been invited to return home to provide the skills needed to develop its potential. They came willingly and with songs about how they would help Petaybee: how and where they would live, and how well their children would live, where the air was clear and clean, if cold, and a person could walk again with pride that she or he had been born on a world that knew exactly what it wanted.
The official CIS meeting was convened in the architecturally astonishing Arrivals Hall of Petaybee s.p.a.ce Facility-designed by Oscar O"Neill from the bits and pieces that Intergal had not thought salvageable, along with some remarkable local materials donated by the planet itself. O.O. had terminated his employment with Nakatira Cubes in order to devote the rest of his life to learning about the O"Neill clan and adapting many long-held construction notions to Petaybean needs and materials.
Farringer Ball, looking fit with a winter-tanned skin and now walking without aids, was the chairperson. Although he still tired easily, he had obviously recovered his zest for living and banged the opening gavel with a firm hand.
Phon Tho Anaciliact, thoroughly enchanted by what had been accomplished so speedily, was there as the senior representative of his organization.
Admiral-General Touche Segilla-Dove had arrived in his impressive gig with his aides and other service personnel, since that arm of Galactic Management always had to have a say in such matters. One orbit of his gig, with all its sophisticated sensors and investigative devices, had proved that Petaybee was in fact totally unprotected. One had to discount its navy of one ship and one medium-sized shuttle sporting the Petaybean arms of an orange cat couchant and a curly-corn rampant, both on an ice floe in the middle of what appeared to be a cave. One s.p.a.cer and one shuttle could not const.i.tute any threat to galactic peace and stability. The planet had only the one s.p.a.ce facility-if one could find it in the blizzards.
Admiral-General Segilla-Dove might not quite believe that the planet was itself a sentient being, but its spokespersons certainly were. And if they claimed to be speaking on its behalf after serious and deep consultations, that was fine by him. A planet held to an orbit around its primary-that was a scientific fact-and was therefore unlikely to go about the galaxy fomenting rebellion and upsetting the status quo.
What he did find exceedingly odd was the bald statement that the planet planet was listening to every word said in these proceedings and that that was why the walls of the Arrivals Hall appeared to alter in pattern and color, and why the floor occasionally sent wisps of mist to curl about his uniformed trouser legs. was listening to every word said in these proceedings and that that was why the walls of the Arrivals Hall appeared to alter in pattern and color, and why the floor occasionally sent wisps of mist to curl about his uniformed trouser legs.
The two alien members of the commission-a Hepatode, in its globe with the transcorder bobbing up and down the circ.u.mference, and a Deglat.i.te, shielded from the eyes of the Imperfect by its carapace-were acknowledged by Farringer Ball.
He began by expressing regret that the members of the CIS had been delayed in the performance of this duty by his own physical illness but he hoped they would appreciate the visit to this newest sentient.
The witnesses were then called, one after another, to give evidence to the sentience of the ent.i.ty on which they all stood. Clodagh Senungatuk was first, and spoke quietly and authoritatively.
Dr. von Clough, who had a.s.sisted her throughout the treatment of Farringer Ball and the casualties from the south, testified to the tremendous healing potential of Petaybee. He said, however, that much study would need to be done before it could be determined which elements of Petaybean therapy could be isolated from the milieu and used off-planet. Meanwhile, he would seek permission to transport certain of his patients to Petaybee for therapy similar to that which had been used to rehabilitate Farringer Ball.
Then Sean Shongili, as the resident ecobiologist, delivered his short address in a concise and very rea.s.suring manner.
Colonel Yanaba Maddock-Shongili, coadministrator for and in the name of Petaybee, spoke of her experiences with the ent.i.ty and her knowledge, based on a long and impressive military career with Intergal itself, that sentience came in many forms, this one differing only in size, and certainly could not be a.s.sumed to be less less intelligent than any others. Namid Mendeley"s testimony was an unexpected bonus, a complete corroboration of all the others had said, but with the additional weight of his scientific ac.u.men and his professional standing in the field of astronomy. The astronomer had spent every possible minute in the Kilcoole communion cave, conversing with Petaybee. intelligent than any others. Namid Mendeley"s testimony was an unexpected bonus, a complete corroboration of all the others had said, but with the additional weight of his scientific ac.u.men and his professional standing in the field of astronomy. The astronomer had spent every possible minute in the Kilcoole communion cave, conversing with Petaybee.
"The thing we must all remember about a planet awake barely two hundred years, gentlepersons, is that it is still a baby. While necessarily volcanic in temperament"-he paused for their laughter-"Petaybee shows unusual gentleness and restraint dealing with most problems and persons. It has told me that it regards anyone or anything that happens on its surface or inside of it as an extension of itself, and makes what it feels are the necessary adjustments. It has queried me, for instance, on the physical aspects of the rest of the universe, though the nature of the universe seems to be something it understands instinctively."
"Excuse me, Doctor," one incredulous juror had asked. "But how exactly does it tell you that?"
"Six months ago, I understand, it would not have done, which is a sign of how remarkably fast it can respond to certain stimuli. With the current crises caused by the outside threat from the company and others seeking to utilize its resources before the planet has quite discovered them, the planet rapidly developed a direct means of communicating. Its mineral content contains the same substances used in storing sounds for reproduction in computer equipment. The planet has always absorbed the words of those who speak within its walls-it stores the words and, like a baby, regurgitates them as echoes at what it deems to be appropriate times. Sister Igneous Rock and I have been having daily prolonged conversations with the planet, and like any child, its vocabulary and communication skills have grown as a result. Local people have always gone to these inner s.p.a.ces, they say, to include the planet in the seasonal and critical events of their lives. It should be noted, and you may question them on this matter, that when Colonel Maddock and her companions carried small talismanic bags of Petaybean soil gleaned from the inner caves, they felt not only psychological comfort, but also some form of telepathic communication with the planet. This is not hard to imagine, given the telepathic links between humans and animals, animals and other animals-as witnessed by many in the incident involving the Asian Esoteric and Exotic Company on the southern continent-and occasionally, as in an earlier incident, plants, the planet, and human and animal agencies. Such links are so close that I personally am led to agree with Petaybee that, in fact, everything that comes within its atmosphere is part of the life of a highly complex and diversified organism consisting not only of minerals and elements, but of every living thing that comes in contact with its surface. This tremendous telepathic linkage and the need for "adjustment" of initially outside organisms to the planet are why Petaybee has at times had such a devastating effect on some humans. Perhaps in time this will be modified. Anything is possible."
"Anything is possible?" asked one of the more literal-minded jurors. "Is this all there is to your theory? Have you no more definite conclusions?"
"I have, as well as recommendations that I think the Petaybean inhabitants will agree with. The planet has infinite potential beyond anything I"ve ever seen, experienced, or heard of in my career. However, it is a growing, developing ent.i.ty and it must be nurtured and encouraged to find its own best uses and values. New immigration must be monitored and numbers controlled so as not to overwhelm the available resources, and most particularly so that newcomers to the planet can become properly acclimated and "adjusted" without harmful aftereffects."
Admiral-General Segilla-Dove was inclined to believe Mendeley, though the opinion was not exactly what he had expected from an astronomer. But the admiral-general had noticed how the mist seemed to thicken on the floor when the locals spoke. And the air in the hall also was fragrant with scents he only barely remembered from his childhood.
This meeting was really only a formality, and Farringer Ball whacked the gavel that made the whole thing right and tight in just under an hour and a half, the admiral-general noted.
Then the formal meeting was thrown open to specially invited guests, and an a.s.sortment of finger foods and a local drink called "blurry" were handed round in celebration.
The "invited" seemed to be everyone on the planet, which might explain why the Arrivals Hall on a barely terraformed iceball in the middle of nowhere was as large as it was. For certainly people were not thronging to visit, or even vacation, on Petaybee in numbers that would require such a ma.s.sive facility.
Then a gaggle of musicians took their places on the dais where Farringer Ball had officiated; the music was subtly enhanced in a fashion that kept one of his aides, who was musically inclined, trying to find out where the acoustical augmentations were hidden. The admiral-general waited the customary courteous hour and then made his farewells.
He did spend a few minutes congratulating the Shongilis on their officially acknowledged status and expressing his hope that the planet would prosper. (How warm air could be blown up pant legs securely tucked into his boots, Segilla-Dove did not know, but when it reached his crotch, he was surprised and... relieved.) The fact that his aides also had experienced unusual physical pleasures did not impinge on his feeling that he had been specially singled out for the attentions.
The admiral-general and his aides were the only members of CIS who did leave. But then they wouldn"t have understood how important today"s songs would be. The Hepatode and the Deglat.i.te might not have been able to eat or drink, but they each found a corner from which to watch the curious antics of the Petaybeans.
Marmion had arrived sometime during the invest.i.ture and had much to regale her friends about certain "loose ends" she had seen were tied in appropriate knots prior to her return.
"Macci was all but skint, despite his excellent salary with Rothschild"s," she told Yana, Diego, and Bunny. "Actually, it was Charmion, of all people, who found out that he"s a gambling addict. He gambles for and on anything that anyone will take book on. And you know how some species regard betting as the only honorable form of entertainment. He was so deeply in debt that when-oh dear, it was Dinah again who made the contact. How is she?"
"Much better. Remarkably so, in fact. Except for her hair, which she calls her new platinum-blond look, she looks as good as she did before the cave-better, in fact. Happier, certainly. Anyplace else, people would resent her, but apparently in Tanana Bay she"s a bit of a celebrity, and thoroughly enjoying it. Chumia says she is writing a great song about her pirating days and how Petaybee got the best of her. And men who want to replace Namid are turning up on the doorstep from as far away as Kathmandu, but Dinah doesn"t seem too eager to go rushing off. I think she enjoys having family near too much and having the chance to find out who she is without always having to scramble for something. I"m sorry I couldn"t keep my word on the safe pa.s.sage I guaranteed her and her crew, but I did tell her all along I couldn"t speak for the planet."
"What happened to all of them was no fault of yours, Yana. It was a direct result of being who and what they were. In spite of everything, it was the good part of Dinah"s nature that preserved her."
"The planet as the ultimate character-building experience, eh? I suppose so. Still, a bit rough at times," Yana said. It wasn"t so much that she felt any remorse toward the pirates as that her own honor was important to her. Dinah seemed to bear no ill will, however, and Yana had quite forgiven her now that she was so changed. "Muktuk and Chumia are even letting her hunt on her own these days. So Macci was the victim of his own excesses?"
"And willing to clear a few debts by leading us into danger." The set of Marmion"s lips suggested that she wasn"t quite as forgiving as Yana. "Ples, I"m relieved to say, was totally innocent. Her only sin was wanting to show him off without investigating his background thoroughly. Though how he managed to delude the Rothschild Personnel Bureau is a matter under the strictest scrutiny, I can a.s.sure you. Asian Esoteric and Exotic Company is having all their activities investigated to see if there have been other ecologically unsound "harvests." It"s been quite exciting, really. But I"m so glad to be back here!" She tightened her hand on Namid"s arm. "If you simply have to stay and talk every day to Petaybee, I guess I"ll just have to ask permission to immigrate."
"Oh, we"ll have to inquire if that"s possible," Sean said with a very serious expression.
"Sean!" his wife chided him. And then he laughed, giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek, and grinned at Marmion and Namid.
"As if we dared take Namid away from his educational duties with Petaybee!" Then he pointed. "Ah, the best is about to begin."
After the custom of latchkay singings on Petaybee, Buneka Rourke accompanied Diego Metaxos to the dais.
"Diego has a song to sing," she said with more than her customary dignity, and the a.s.sembled Petaybeans settled down to listen.
Diego"s song was different from any other Petaybean song. It was neither a chant nor an old Irish melody with new words, but a tune all his own, with Irish influences and Spanish and the beat of the Inuit as well, but also hints of the music of the other peoples of Petaybee and parts beyond. It spoke of growth and change, pain and discovery, the pain that had accompanied the awakening of the planet, the near-death of his father, the actual deaths of others, the cost of too much change too quickly to Petaybee, but how good a thing the change could be if it altered someone as it had Dinah O"Neill. And lastly, it spoke of his fear of change if it meant losing Bunny. He concluded with a hope that he could be like the planet and let the changes awaken himself and his beloved to lives limitless in possibility for adventure and love.
There was a chorus to this song, with its repet.i.tive theme of change and growth, and on every chorus, the voices of the people were joined by another voice, a big, melodious, joyous voice that contained all of theirs in a resonance of its own.
The kaleidoscope turnsThe patterns changeAll we learnThat once was strangeSome will go and some will staySome will cling, some turn awaySome will wither some will growNew friends come and old friends goSeeds and saplings, kit and pupSome grow down and some grow upSome fly away and some touch downWhile Petaybee planet spins around...
The "around" echoed particularly long and happily throughout the rest of the latchkay.
EPILOGUE.
Oddly enough, it was the word "come" invading her dreamless sleep as an undeniable imperative that woke Yana. And the rumbling purr of the orange cat, Marduk, unexpectedly sitting right beside her head on the pillow. She felt the muscles in her belly shifting, not painfully, but definitely contracting, and she woke Sean. The cat jumped off the bed and stood imperiously by the door-as if she hadn"t guessed what needed to be done.
"It"s time. I"ve been called," she said.
He was up and half-dressed before she could swing her legs to the side of the bed. But then, advanced pregnancy had slowed her once-quick, precise movements to awkward fumblings, which she sometimes resented.
Sean grabbed up the fine polar-bear rug that Loncie had given her and threw it about her shoulders. He picked up the satchel that contained the necessary items and opened the door.
Nanook was there, and Clodagh had her foot on the bottom step.
"I wondered..." she began, smiling in the dawn light up at Yana.
When Yana and Sean reached the ground-the path to the cave well trampled in preparation for this moment-Clodagh moved to her other side. "Do you feel like walking?" Clodagh asked.
"It"s good for me."
"Yes, but is it what you feel like doing?"
"Well, I have to walk as far as the cave, don"t I?"
"Yes," Sean said. "That you must do."
Looking sideways, Yana saw that Sean"s lips were tight against the anxiety he was feeling.
"It"s okay, Sean," she said gently, patting his hand. "It"s really okay. h.e.l.l, we know I"ve never been fitter."
"But you are not, not, so Sister Iggierock says, in your first youth." so Sister Iggierock says, in your first youth."
"Iggierock has learned a great deal," Clodagh said with a chuckle.
And then they were in the cave, which began to glow, a soft lambent shine, welcoming, soothing, and the little twitch of apprehension that Yana had so vocally denied eased.
I believe in you, she told the planet. she told the planet. I believe in you. I believe in you.
"I believe in you," the planet echoed rea.s.suringly. the planet echoed rea.s.suringly.
"Oh, I believe," Sean said beside her. He must have thought the planet was speaking to him, she reflected.
They reached the spot that had been previously picked, and the bedding and other necessities were there. They had no need of the extra lights, for the cavern was radiant.
Clodagh helped Yana slip out of her flannel nightgown, and then the first of the strong contractions caught her.
"Breathe as you"ve been taught," Clodagh said, waiting until the contraction had eased before she led Yana to the water"s edge.
Sean dove in and broke the water as a selkie, coming to the two women, both of whom were now in the warm comfort of the water. Yana slipped down into it and found the ledge that seemingly had been created to cushion her, while Clodagh made herself secure just below Yana.
The mist began to rise then, but only on the ground behind them. Yana inhaled deeply of the scented, comforting moist air. The next contraction was harder, yet she didn"t feel it as "hard," only as a working of muscles. She could relax. Petaybee was all around her, and her husband was as he wished to be at this propitious moment in his life, this miraculous moment of hers, and Clodagh would see to everything healing as she always did.