"They got tests. They give them each trip."
She should have thought of it. They had tests. Because of tests, Jimmy was safe but distant. She sat down.
"Tired." Ethan yawned. "Let"s go to bed."
"You go. I"m thinking."
Amantha went on thinking while he undressed and lay down. Sometimes it was difficult--things weren"t as clear as they used to be. Tonight, though, she had no trouble managing her mind. A woman who had kids had to know her way around things. Presently, she said, "Tomorrow I"m going to bake."
Ethan stirred. "Won"t do no good. Didn"t say so, but there was a girl talking to the pilot when I got there. She was crying and begging him to take her to Earth next trip. Said she"d do anything if he would."
"Shame on her!" exclaimed Amantha. "But did it work?"
"She was young and pretty and still he wouldn"t pay attention to her,"
said Ethan. "What chance would you have?"
"I"m going to bake tomorrow. In the morning, we"re supposed to go for a walk. We"ll take a big basket. Do you remember the old ca.n.a.l n.o.body goes near any more?"
There was no answer. Ethan was asleep. Now that she"d decided what to do, she lay down beside him.
The sentry huddled in his post. It was insulated and supplied with oxygen, very much like a s.p.a.cesuit. Though big for a s.p.a.cesuit, it was a small place to spend hours in without relief. But there were compensations: never anything to do--except as now. He went to the mike.
"Get back," he shouted.
They paid no attention.
Swearing, he shouted again, turning up the volume. Even in the thin air, he had enough sound to blast them off their feet. But they kept on going. He poked the snout of his weapon through the porthole and then withdrew it. Who"d given him those orders anyway? He didn"t have to obey them. He clamped on his oxygen helmet and slipped into electric mitts and hurried outside.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
"Where do you think you"re going?" he demanded, standing in front of them.
"h.e.l.lo," said Amantha. "Didn"t see anyone around."
d.a.m.n senior citizens--they never used hearing aids. "You"ve got to turn around and go back," he said.
"Why?"
He was shivering and didn"t see how they could stand it. Thin clothing and obsolete oxygen equipment. Oddly, they could take more than you"d think, though. Used to it, he supposed. "Come on in," he commanded gruffly. He wasn"t going to freeze. They followed him into the post.
"Didn"t you see the signs to keep out?"
"But the ships aren"t using the field. What harm are we doing?"
"Orders," he said. There were still a few pilots checking over their ships, making sure everything was in working condition before they were locked up. In a week, all flight personnel would be gone to the settlements, there to await the next round of voyages when Earth came near. They had it soft, while he, the guard, had to stay in cold discomfort.
"We"re going to visit a friend of my son," said Amantha. "They were pilots together. Do you object?"
He didn"t, but there were some who would. The order made sense with respect to little boys who would otherwise swarm over the field, falling off ships or getting stuck in rocket tubes.
"What have you got?" he asked, eying Amantha"s parcel dubiously.
"I baked something." She opened a corner of the package and the smell drifted out. "Made it with Martian fruit. Not much of it around these days."
He sniffed and became hungry. That was queer--he"d eaten before coming on duty.
"Okay," he said. "You can go. Don"t get caught or it"s my neck." He stood closer to the old man and woman, and the package, too, and pointed out the window. "Act like you"re leaving in case anyone"s checking up.
When you get near the line of ships, duck behind them and walk along until you find the right one. No one will see you except me."
Amantha pinched the package together. "I"d give you some, but I can"t cut it before the pilot sees it."
"I guess you can"t," said the sentry wistfully. "Maybe he won"t eat all of it."
"May he won"t. I"ll bring you back what"s left--if there _is_ any left."
Long after they were gone, the sentry stood there, trying to a.n.a.lyze the indefinable odor. He was still standing there when the checkup squad marched in and arrested him for gross dereliction of duty.
"Go away," said the pilot, disappearing from the viewport. Ethan pounded on the hull with a rock. The pilot came back, twisting his face. "Stop it. I"ll angle the rocket tubes around and squirt you with them."
Ethan raised the rock.
"Okay," said the pilot. "I"ll talk to you, though I know what you want."
Sullenly, he made the hatch swing open. He looked down at them. "All right, let"s hear it."
"Got a present for you," said Ethan.
"Not allowed to take bribes unless it"s money."
"Young man, where are your manners?" snapped Amantha.
"Haven"t got any. It"s the first thing they train out of you." The pilot started to jerk his head back, saw the rock and decided not to close the hatch. He glanced at the narrow ladder to the ground. "I"ll take your present. Bring it up."
He stopped smirking as Amantha hitched up her skirts and, holding the package in one hand, swung up the ladder. Agile as goats and probably as sensible, he thought. He took hold of her as she neared the top.
"Grandma, you"re too old to climb around. You"ll break every brittle bone in your body if you fall."
"Ain"t so brittle," said Amantha, making way for Ethan who had followed her. "My, it"s cold!" She began shivering. "Invite us in to get warm."
"You can"t go in. I"m busy. Hey, wait!" The pilot hurried after her into the control compartment.
Amantha was looking around when he arrived. "Cozy but kind of bare," she said. "Why don"t you hang up pictures?"
"Most fabulous pictures you"ll ever see are right there."
Amantha followed his glance. "Nothing but Mars. I can see that every day." She puzzled over it. "Oh, you"re teasing an old woman. I didn"t mean what you see out of the port, stars and planets and such. I"d want a picture of an Indian settin" on a horse."