"We"ll see," said Ashby grimly. "Your colony will be in the limited belt of the planet"s northern hemisphere where considerable agriculture is possible. You"ll be in the midst of a group trying to beat a living from a world which is neither excessively hostile nor conducive to indolence.
Some of the people will be bitter and wish they had never come. They will break up in groups and fight each other. They will challenge every reason you have for your own coming. You will face your own personal impoverishment, the death of your child--"
"Child?" said Jorden.
"Yes. You will be provided with a wife and three children. One of these will die, and you will react as if it were your own flesh. Your wife will oppose your staying, and demand a return to Earth. We will throw at you every force available to tear down your determination to build a colony. We shall test in every possible way the validity of your decision to go. Do you still wish to go through with it?"
Jorden"s grin was somewhat fainter. He took a deep breath as he nodded slowly. "Yes, I"ll go through with it. I think it"s what I want."
When Ashby finally returned alone to the office, Miss Haslam had gone home. He put in a call anyway for Dr. Bonnie Nathan. She usually remained somewhere in the laboratory until quite late, even when not a.s.signed to a test.
In a few minutes her voice came over the phone. "John? What can I do for you?"
"I thought I could let you off for a few days," said Ashby, "but we"ve got another one that"s come up rather suddenly." He told her briefly about Mark Jorden. "It"s useless, but I don"t want him running to the Commission right now, so we"ll put him through. You"ll be the wife.
We"ll use Program Sixty Eight, except that we"ll accelerate it."
"Accelerate--!"
"Yes. It won"t hurt him any. Whatever happens we can wipe up afterwards.
This is simply a nuisance and I want it out of the way as quickly as possible. After that--perhaps I can give you those few days I promised you. O.K.?"
"It"s all right with me," said Bonnie. "But an accelerated Sixty Eight--"
They stood on a low hillock overlooking the ninety acres of bottom land salvaged from the creek gra.s.s. Mark Jorden shaded his eyes and squinted critically over the even stand of green shoots emerging from the bronzed soil. Germination had been good in spite of the poor planting time. The chance of getting a crop out was fair. If they didn"t they"d be eating shoe plastic in another few months.
The ten year old boy beside him clutched his hand and edged closer as if there were something threatening him from the broad fields. "Isn"t there any way at all for Earth to send us food," he said, "if we don"t get a crop?"
"We have to make believe Earth doesn"t exist, Roddy," said Jorden. "We couldn"t even let them know we need help, we"re so far away." He gripped the boy"s shoulders solidly in his big hands and drew him close. "We aren"t going to need any help from Earth. We"re going to make it on our own. After all, what would they do on Earth if they couldn"t make it?
Where would they go for outside help?"
"I know," said the boy, "but there are so many of them they can"t fail.
Here, there"s only the few of us."
Jorden patted his shoulder gently again as they started moving toward the rough houses a half mile away. "That makes it all the easier for us," he said. "We don"t have to worry about the ones who won"t cooperate. We can"t lose with the setup we"ve got."
It was harder for Roddy. He remembered Earth, although he had been only four when they left. He still remembered the cities and the oceans and the forests he had known so briefly, and was cursed with the human nostalgia for a past that seemed more desirable than an unknown, fearful future.
Of the other children, Alice had been a baby when they left, and Jerry had been born during the trip. They knew only Serrengia and loved its wild, uncompromising rigor. They spent their abandoned wildness of childhood in the nearby hills and forests. But with Roddy it was different. Childhood seemed to have slipped by him. He was moody, and moved carefully in constant fear of this world he would never willingly call home. Jorden"s heart ached with longing to instill some kind of joy into him.
"That looks like Mr. Tibbets," said Roddy suddenly, his eyes on the new log house.
"I believe you"re right," said Jorden. "It looks like Roberts and Adamson with him. Quite a delegation. I wonder what they want."
The colony consisted of about a hundred families, each averaging five members. Originally they had settled on a broad plateau at some distance from the river. It was a good location overlooking hundreds of miles of desert and forest land. Its soil was fertile and the river water was lifted easily through the abundant power of the community atomic energy plant which had been brought from Earth.
Three months ago, however, the power plant had been destroyed in a disastrous explosion that killed almost a score of the colonists. Crops for their next season"s food supply were half matured and could not be saved by any means available.
The community was broken into a number of smaller groups. Three of these, composed of fifteen families each, moved to the low lands along the river bank and cleared acreage for new crops in a desperate hope of getting a harvest before the season ended. They had not yet learned enough of the cycle of weather in this area to predict it with much accuracy.
Mark Jorden was in charge of one of the farms and the elected leader of the village in which he lived.
Tibbets was an elderly man from the same village. In his middle sixties, he presented a puzzle to Jorden as to why he had been permitted to come.
Roberts and Adamson were from the settlements farther down the river.
Jorden felt certain of the reason for their visit. He didn"t want to hear what they had to say, but he knew he might as well get it over with.
They hailed him from the narrow wooden porch. Jorden came up the steps and shook hands with each. "Won"t you come in? I"m sure Bonnie can find something cool to drink."
Tibbets wiped his thin, wrinkled brow. "She already has. That girl of yours doesn"t waste any time being told what to do. It"s too bad some of the others can"t pitch in the way Bonnie does."
Jorden accepted the praise without comment, wondering if no one else at all were aware of the hot, violent protests she sometimes poured out against him because of the colony.
"Come in anyway," Jorden said. "I have to go back to the watering in a little while, but you can take it easy till then." He led the way into the log house.
Their homes on the plateau had been decent ones. With adequate power they had made lumber and cement, and within a year of their landing had built a town of fine homes. Among those who had been forced to abandon them, no one was more bitter than Bonnie. "You"re no farmer," she said.
"Why can"t those who are be the ones to move?"
Now, when he came into the kitchen, she was tired, but she tried to smile as always at her pleasure in seeing him again. He couldn"t imagine what it would be like not having her to welcome him from the fields.
"I"ll get something cool for you and Roddy," she said. "Would you gentlemen like another drink?"
When they were settled in the front room Tibbets spoke. "You know why we"ve come, Mark. The election is only a couple of months away. We can"t have Boggs in for another term of governor. You"ve got to say you"ll run against him."
"As I told you last time, Boggs may be a poor excuse for the job, but I"d be worse. He"s at least an administrator. I"m only an engineer--and more recently a farmer."
"We"ve got something new, now," said Tibbets, his eyes suddenly cold and meaningful.
"The talk about his deliberately blowing up the power plant? Talk of that kind could blow up the whole colony as well. Boggs may have his faults but he"s not insane."
"We"ve got proof now," said Tibbets. "It"s true. Adamson"s got the evidence. He got one of the engineers who escaped the blast to talk.
It"s one of them who were supposed to have been killed. He"s so scared of Boggs he"s still hiding out. But he"s got the proof and those who are helping him know it"s true."
"Tibbets is right," said Adamson earnestly. "We know it"s true. And something like that can"t stay hidden. It"s got to be brought out if we"re going to make the colony survive. You can"t just shut your eyes to it and say, "Good old Boggs would never do a thing like that.""
Jorden"s eyes were darker as he spoke in low tones now, hoping Roddy would not be listening in the kitchen. "Suppose it is true. Why would Boggs do such an insane thing?"
"Because he"s an insane man," said Tibbets. "That"s the obvious answer.
He wants to destroy the colony and limit its growth. He was satisfied to come here and be elected governor and run the show. He saw it as means of becoming a two-bit dictator over a group of subservient colonists. It hasn"t turned out that way. He found a large percentage of engineers and scientists who would have none of his nonsense.
"He saw the group becoming something bigger than himself. He had to cut it down to his own size. He"s willing to destroy what he can"t possess, but he believes that by reducing us to primitive status he can keep us in line. In either case the colony loses."
"If what you say is true--if it"s actually true," Jorden said, his eyes suddenly far away, "we"ve got to fight him--"
"Then we can count on you?"
"Yes--you can count on me."