She had turned and was pulling away from it now. Twenty meters separated us. She was standing still. Fifteen.
Slowly, she began a backward drifting. I hit my jatoes, aiming two meters behind her and about twenty back of the blades.
Straightline! ThankG.o.d! Catching, softbelly, leadpipe on shoulder SWIMLIKEh.e.l.l! maskcracked, not broke though AND UP!
We caught a line and I remember brandy.
Into the cradle endlessly rocking I spit, pacing. Insomnia tonight and left shoulder sore again, so let it rain on me--they can cure rheumatism. Stupid as h.e.l.l. What I said. In blankets and shivering.
She: "Carl, I can"t say it." Me: "Then call it square for that night in Govino, Miss Luharich. Huh?" She: nothing. Me: "Any more of that brandy?" She: "Give me another, too." Me: sounds of sipping. It had only lasted three months. No alimony. Many $ on both sides. Not sure whether they were happy or not. Wine-dark Aegean. Good fishing.
Maybe he should have spent more time on sh.o.r.e. Or perhaps she shouldn"t have. Good swimmer, though. Dragged him all the way to Vido to wring out his lungs. Corfu should have brought them closer.
Didn"t. I think that mental cruelty was a trout. He wanted to go to Canada. She: "Go to h.e.l.l if you want!" He: "Will you go along?"
She: "No." But she did, anyhow. Many h.e.l.ls. Expensive. He lost a monster or two. She inherited a couple. Lot of lightning tonight.
Stupid as h.e.l.l. Civility"s the coffin of a conned soul. By whom?
--Sounds like a b.l.o.o.d.y neo-ex....But I hate you, Anderson, with your gla.s.s full of teeth and her new eyes....Can"t keep this pipe lit, keep sucking tobacco. Spit again!
Seven days out and the scope showed Ikky.
Bells jangled, feet pounded, and some optimist set the thermostat in the Hopkins. Malvern wanted me to sit it out, but I slipped into my harness and waited for whatever came. The bruise looked worse than it felt. I had exercised every day and the shoulder hadn"t stiffened on me.
A thousand meters ahead and thirty fathoms deep, it tunneled our path.
Nothing showed on the surface.
"Will we chase him?" asked an excited crewman.
"Not unless she feels like using money for fuel." I shrugged.
Soon the scope was clear, and it stayed that way. We remained on alert and held our course.
I hadn"t said over a dozen words to my boss since the last time we went drowning together, so I decided to raise the score.
"Good afternoon," I approached. "What"s new?"
"He"s going north-northeast. We"ll have to let this one go. A few more days and we can afford some chasing. Not yet."
_Sleek head..._
I nodded. "No telling where this one"s headed."
"How"s your shoulder?"
"All right. How about you?"
_Daughter of Lir..._
"Fine. By the way, you"re down for a nice bonus."
_Eyes of perdition!_
"Don"t mention it," I told her back.
Later that afternoon, and appropriately, a storm shattered. (I prefer "shattered" to "broke." It gives a more accurate idea of the behavior of tropical storms on Venus and saves a lot of words.) Remember that inkwell I mentioned earlier? Now take it between thumb and forefinger and hit its side with a hammer. Watch yourself! Don"t get splashed or cut--
Dry, then drenched. The sky one million bright fractures as the hammer falls. And sounds of breaking.
"Everyone below?" suggested the loudspeakers to the already scurrying crew.
Where was I? Who do you think was doing the loudspeaking?
Everything loose went overboard when the water got to walking, but by then no people were loose. The Slider was the first thing below decks. Then the big lifts lowered their shacks.
I had hit it for the nearest Rook with a yell the moment I recognized the pre-brightening of the holocaust. From there I cut in the speakers and spent half a minute coaching the track team.
Minor injuries had occurred, Mike told me over the radio, but nothing serious. I, however, was marooned for the duration. The Rooks do not lead anywhere; they"re set too far out over the hull to provide entry downwards, what with the extensor shelves below.
So I undressed myself of the tanks which I had worn for the past several hours, crossed my flippers on the table, and leaned back to watch the hurricane. The top was black as the bottom and we were in between, and somewhat illuminated because of all that flat, shiny s.p.a.ce. The waters didn"t rain down--they just sort of got together and dropped.
The Rooks were secure enough--they"d weathered any number of these onslaughts--it"s just that their positions gave them a greater arc of rise and descent when Tensquare makes like the rocker of a very nervous grandma.
I had used the belts form my rig to strap myself into the bolted-down chair, and I removed several years in purgatory from the soul of whoever left a pack of cigarettes in the table drawer.
I watched the water make teepees and mountains and hands and trees until I started seeing faces and people. So I called Mike.
"What are you doing down there?"
"Wondering what you"re doing up there," he replied. "What"s it like?"
"You"re from the Midwest, aren"t you?"
"Yeah."
"Get bad storms out there?"
"Sometimes."
"Try to think of the worst one you were ever in. Got a slide rule handy?"
"Right here."
"Then put a one under it, imagine a zero or two following after, and multiply the thing out."
"I can"t imagine the zeros."
"Then retain the multiplicand--that"s all you can do."
"So what are you doing up there?"
"I"ve strapped myself in the chair. I"m watching things roll around the floor right now."
I looked up and out again. I saw one darker shadow in the forest.