"Thumbs up. Wyoh is our kind of people."
"Anna?"
"I"ve something to say before I express my opinion, Mimi."
"I don"t think it"s necessary, dear."
"Nevertheless I"m going to haul it out in the open, just as Tillie always did according to our traditions. In this marriage every wife has carried her load, given children to the family. It may come as a surprise to some of you to learn that Wyoh has had eight children-"
Certainly surprised Ali; his head jerked and jaw dropped. I stared at plate. Oh, Wyoh, Wyoh! How could I let this happen? Was going to have to speak up.
And realized Anna was still speaking: "-so now she can have children of her own; the operation was successful. But she worries about possibility of another defective baby, unlikely as that is according to the head of the clinic in Hong Kong. So we"ll just have to love her enough to make her quit fretting."
"We will love her," Mum said serenely. "We do love her. Anna, are you ready to express opinion?"
"Hardly necessary, is it? I went to Hong Kong with her, held her hand while her tubes were restored. I opt Wyoh."
"In this family," Mum went on, "we have always felt that our husbands should be allowed a veto. Odd of us perhaps, hut Tillie started it and it has always worked well. Well, Grandpaw?"
"Eh? What were you saying, my dear?"
"We are opting Wyoming, Gospodin Grandpaw. Do you give consent?"
"What? Why, of course, of course! Very nice little girl. Say, whatever became of that pretty little Afro, name something like that? She get mad at us?"
"Greg?"
"I proposed it."
"Manuel? Do you forbid this?"
"Me? Why, you know me, Mum."
"I do. I sometimes wonder if you know you. Hans?"
"What would happen if I said No?"
"You"d lose some teeth, that"s what," Lenore said promptly. "Hans votes Yes."
"Stop it, darlings," Mum said with soft reproof. "Opting is a serious matter. Hans, speak up."
"Da. Yes. Ja. Oui. Si. High time we had a pretty blonde in this-Ouch!"
"Stop it, Lenore. Frank?"
"Yes, Mum."
"Ali dear? Is it unanimous?"
Lad blushed bright pink and couldn"t talk. Nodded vigorously.
Instead of appointing a husband and a wife to seek out selectee and propose opting for us, Mum sent Ludmilla and Anna to fetch Wyoh at once-and turned out she was only as far away as Bon Ton. Nor was that only irregularity; instead of setting a date and arranging a wedding party, our children were called in, and twenty minutes later Greg had his Book open and we did the taking vows-and I finally got it through my confused head that was being done with breakneck speed because of my date to break my neck next day.
Not that it could matter save as symbol of my family"s love for me, since a bride spent her first night with her senior husband, and second night and third I was going to spend out in s.p.a.ce. But did matter anyhow and when women started to cry during ceremony, I found self dripping tears right with them.
Then I went to bed, alone in workshop, once Wyoh had kissed us and left on Grandpaw"s arm. Was terribly tired and last two days had been hard. Thought about exercises and decided was too late to matter; thought about calling Mike and asking him for news from Terra. Went to bed.
Don"t know how long had been asleep when realized was no longer asleep and somebody was in room. "Manuel?" came soft whisper in dark.
"Huh? Wyoh, you aren"t supposed to be here, dear."
"I am indeed supposed to be here, my husband. Mum knows I"m here, so does Greg. And Grandpaw went right to sleep."
"Oh. What time is?"
"About four hundred. Please, dear, may I come to bed?"
"What? Oh, certainly." Something I should remember. Oh, yes. "Mike!"
"Yes, Man?" he answered.
"Switch off. Don"t listen. If you want me, call me on Family phone."
"So Wyoh told me, Man. Congratulations!"
Then her head was pillowed on my stump and I put right arm around her. "What are you crying about, Wyoh?"
"I"m not crying! I"m just frightened silly that you won"t come back!"
16
Woke up scared silly in pitch darkness. "Manuel!" Didn"t know which end was up. "Manuel!" it called again. "Wake up!"
That brought me out some; was signal intended to trigger me. Recalled being stretched on a table in infirmary at Complex, staring up at a light and listening to a voice while a drug dripped into my veins. But was a hundred years ago, endless time of nightmares, unendurable pressure, pain.
Knew now what no-end-is-up feeling was; had experienced before. Free fall. Was in s.p.a.ce.
What had gone wrong? Had Mike dropped a decimal point? Or had he given in to childish nature and played a joke, not realizing would kill? Then why, after all years of pain, was I alive? Or was I? Was this normal way for ghost to feel, just lonely, lost, nowhere?
"Wake up, Manuel! Wake up, Manuel!"
"Oh, shut up!" I snarled. "b.u.t.ton your filthy king-and-ace!" Recording went on; I paid no attention. Where was that reeking light switch? No, doesn"t take a century of pain to accelerate to Luna"s escape speed at three gravities, merely feels so. Eighty-two seconds-but is one time when human nervous system feels every microsecond. Three gees is eighteen grim times as much as a Loonie ought to weigh.
Then discovered those vacuum skulls had not put arm back on. For some silly reason they had taken it off when they stripped me to prepare me and I was loaded with enough don"t-worry and let"s-sleep pills not to protest. No huhu had they put it on again. But that drecklich switch was on my left and sleeve of p-suit was empty.
Spent next ten years getting unstrapped with one hand, then a twenty-year sentence floating around in dark before managed to find my cradle again, figure out which was head end, and from that hint locate switch by touch. That compartment was not over two meters in any dimension. This turns out to be larger than Old Dome in free fall and total darkness. Found it. We had light.
(And don"t ask why that coffin did not have at least three lighting systems all working all time. Habit, probably. A lighting system implies a switch to control it, nyet? Thing was built in two days; should be thankful switch worked.) Once I had light, cubic shrank to true claustrophobic dimensions and ten percent smaller, and I took a look at Prof.
Dead, apparently. Well, he had every excuse. Envied him but was now supposed to check his pulse and breathing and suchlike in case he had been unlucky and still had such troubles. And was again hampered and not just by being onearmed. Grain load had been dried and depressured as usual before loading but that cell was supposed to be pressured-oh, nothing fancy, just a tank with air in it. Our p-suits were supposed to handle needs such as life"s breath for those two days. But even best p-suit is more comfortable in pressure than in vacuum and, anyhow, I was supposed to be able to get at my patient.
Could not. Didn"t need to open helmet to know this steel can had not stayed gas tight, knew at once, naturally, from way p-suit felt. Oh, drugs I had for Prof, heart stimulants and so forth, were in field ampules; could jab them through his suit. But how to check heart and breathing? His suit was cheapest sort, sold for Loonie who rarely Leaves warren; had no readouts.
His mouth hung open and eyes stared. A deader, I decided. No need to ex Prof beyond that old limen; had eliminated himself. Tried to see pulse on throat; his helmet was in way.
They had provided a program clock which was mighty kind of them. Showed I had been out forty-four-plus hours, all to plan, and in three hours we should receive horrible booting to place us in parking orbit around Terra. Then, after two circ.u.ms, call it three more hours, we should start injection into landing program-if Poona Ground Control didn"t change its feeble mind and leave us in orbit. Reminded self that was unlikely; grain is not left in vacuum longer than necessary. Has tendency to become puffed wheat or popped corn, which not only lowers value but can split those thin canisters like a melon. Wouldn"t that be sweet? Why had they packed us in with grain? Why not just a load of rock that doesn"t mind vacuum?
Had time to think about that and to become very thirsty. Took nipple for half a mouthful, no more, because certainly did not want to take six gees with a full bladder. (Need not have worried; was equipped with catheter. But did not know.) When time got short I decided couldn"t hurt Prof to give him a jolt of drug that was supposed to take him through heavy acceleration; then, after in parking orbit, give him heart stimulant-since didn"t seem as if anything could hurt him.
Gave him first drug, then spent rest of minutes struggling back into straps, one-handed. Was sorry I didn"t know name of my helpful friend; could have cursed him better.
Ten gees gets you into parking orbit around Terra in a mere 3.26 x 10^7 microseconds; merely seems longer, ten gravities being sixty times what a fragile sack of protoplasm should be asked to endure. Call it thirty-three seconds. My truthful word, I suspect my ancestress in Salem spent a worse half minute day they made her dance.
Gave Prof heart stimulant, then spent three hours trying to decide whether to drug self as well as Prof for landing sequence. Decided against. All drug had done for me at catapulting had been to swap a minute and a half of misery and two days of boredom for a century of terrible dreams-and besides, if those last minutes were going to be my very last, I decided to experience them. Bad as they would be, they were my very own and I would not give them up.
They were bad. Six gees did not feel better than ten; felt worse. Four gees no relief. Then we were kicked harder. Then suddenly, just for seconds, in free fall again. Then came splash which was not "gentle" and which we took on straps, not pads, as we went in headfirst. Also, don"t think Mike realized that, after diving in hard, we would then surface and splash hard again before we damped down into floating. Earthworms call it "floating" but is nothing like floating in free fall; you do it at one gee, six times what is decent, and odd side motions tacked on. Very odd motions-Mike had a.s.sured us that solar weather was good, no radiation danger inside that Iron Maiden. But he had not been so interested in Earthside Indian Ocean weather; prediction was acceptable for landing barges and suppose he felt that was good enough-and I would have thought so, too.
Stomach was supposed to be empty. But I filled helmet with sourest, nastiest fluid you would ever go a long way to avoid. Then we turned completely over and I got it in hair and eyes and some in nose. This is thing earthworms call "seasickness" and is one of many horrors they take for granted.
Won"t go into long period during which we were towed into port. Let it stand that, in addition to seasickness, my air bottles were playing out. They were rated for twelve hours, plenty for a fifty-hour orbit most of which I was unconscious and none involving heavy exercise, but not quite enough with some hours of towing added. By time barge finally held still I was almost too dopy to care about trying to break out.
Except for one fact-We were picked up, I think, and tumbled a bit, then brought to rest with me upside down. This is a no-good position at best under one gravity; simply impossible when supposed to a) unstrap self, b) get out of suit-shaped cavity, c) get loose a sledgehammer fastened with b.u.t.terfly nuts to bulkhead. d) smash same against breakaways guarding escape hatch, e) batter way out, and f) finally, drag an old man in a p-suit out after you.
Didn"t finish step a); pa.s.sed out head downwards.
Lucky this was emergency-last-resort routine. Stu LaJoie had been notified before we left; news services had been warned shortly before we landed. I woke up with people leaning over me, pa.s.sed out again, woke up second time in hospital bed, flat on back with heavy feeling in chest-was heavy and weak all over-but not ill, just tired, bruised, hungry, thirsty, languid. Was a transparent plastic tent over bed which accounted for fact I was having no trouble breathing.
At once was closed in on from both sides, a tiny Hindu nurse with big eyes on one side, Stuart LaJoie on other. He grinned at me, "Hi, cobber! How do you feel?"
"Uh . . . I"m right. But oh b.l.o.o.d.y! What a way to travel!"
"Prof says it"s the only way. What a tough old boy he is."
"Hold it. Prof said? Prof is dead."
"Not at all. Not in good shape-we"ve got him in a pneumatic bed with a round-the-clock watch and more instruments wired into him than you would believe. But he"s alive and will be able to do his job. But, truly, he didn"t mind the trip; he never knew about it, so he says. Went to sleep in one hospital, woke up in another. I thought he was wrong when he refused to let me w.a.n.gle it to send a ship but he was not-the publicity has been tremendous!"
I said slowly, "You say Prof "refused" to let you send a ship?"
"I should say "Chairman Selene" refused. Didn"t you see the dispatches, Mannie?"
"No." Too late to fight over it. "But last few days have been busy."
"A d.i.n.k.u.m word! Here, too-don"t recall when last I dossed."
"You sound like a Loonie."
"I am a Loonie, Mannie, don"t ever doubt it. But the sister is looking daggers at me." Stu picked her up, turned her around. I decided he wasn"t all Loonie yet. But nurse didn"t resent. "Go play somewhere else, dear, and I"ll give your patient back to you-still warm-in a few minutes." He shut a door on her and came back to bed. "But Adam was right; this way was not only wonderful publicity but safer."
"Publicity, I suppose. But "safer"? Let"s not talk about!"
"Safer, my old. You weren"t shot at. Yet they had two hours in which they knew right where you were, a big fat target. They couldn"t make up their minds what to do; they haven"t formed a policy yet. They didn"t even dare not bring you down on schedule; the news was full of it, I had stories slanted and waiting. Now they don"t dare touch you, you"re popular heroes. Whereas if I had waited to charter a ship and fetch you . . . Well, I don"t know. We probably would have been ordered into parking orbit; then you two-and myself, perhaps-would have been taken off under arrest. No skipper is going to risk missiles no matter how much he"s paid. The proof of the pudding, cobber. But let me brief you. You"re both citizens of The People"s Directorate of Chad, best I could do on short notice. Also, Chad has recognized Luna. I had to buy one prime minister, two generals, some tribal chiefs and a minister of finance-cheap for such a hurry-up job. I haven"t been able to get you diplomatic immunity but I hope to, before you leave hospital. At present they haven"t even dared arrest you; they can"t figure out what you"ve done. They have guards outside but simply for your "protection"-and a good thing, or you would have reporters nine deep shoving microphones into your face."
"Just what have we done?--that they know about, I mean. Illegal immigration?"
"Not even that, Mannie. You never were a consignee and you have derivative PanAfrican citizenship through one of your grandfathers, no huhu. In Professor de la Paz"s case we dug up proof that he had been granted naturalized Chad citizenship forty years back, waited for the ink to dry, and used it. You"re not even illegally entered here in India. Not only did they bring you down themselves, knowing that you were in that barge, but also a control officer very kindly and fairly cheaply stamped your virgin pa.s.sports. In addition to that, Prof"s exile has no legal existence as the government that proscribed him no longer exists and a competent court has taken notice-that was more expensive."
Nurse came back in, indignant as a mother cat. "Lord Stuart you must let my patient rest!"
"At once, ma chere."
"You"re "Lord Stuart"?"
"Should be "Comte." Or I can lay a dubious claim to being the Macgregor. The blue-blood bit helps; these people haven"t been happy since they took their royalty away from them."
As he left he patted her rump. Instead of screaming, she wiggled it. Was smiling as she came over to me. Stu was going to have to watch that stuff when he went back to Luna. If did.
She asked how I felt. Told her I was right, just hungry. "Sister, did you see some prosthetic arms in our luggage?"
She had and I felt better with number-six in place. Had selected it and number-two and social arm as enough for trip. Number-two was presumably still in Complex; I hoped somebody was taking care of it. But number-six is most all-around useful arm; with it and social one I"d be okay.
Two days later we left for Agra to present credentials to Federated Nations. I was in bad shape and not just high gee; could do well enough in a wheel chair and could even walk a little although did not in public. What I had was a sore throat that missed pneumonia only through drugs, traveler"s trots, skin disease on hands and spreading to feet-just like my other trips to that disease-ridden hole, Terra. We Loonies don"t know how lucky we are, living in a place that has tightest of quarantines, almost no vermin and what we have controlled by vacuum anytime necessary. Or unlucky, since we have almost no immunities if turns out we need them. Still, wouldn"t swap; never heard word "venereal" until first went Earthside and had thought "common cold" was state of ice miner"s feet.
And wasn"t cheerful for other reason. Stu had fetched us a message from Adam Selene; buried in it, concealed even from Stir, was news that chances had dropped to worse than one in a hundred. Wondered what point in risking crazy trip if made odds worse? Did Mike really know what chances were? Couldn"t see any way he could compute them no matter how many facts he had.
But Prof didn"t seem worried. He talked to platoons of reporters, smiled at endless pictures, gave out statements, telling world he placed great confidence in Federated Nations and was sure our just claims would be recognized and that he wanted to thank "Friends of Free Luna" for wonderful help in bringing true story of our small but st.u.r.dy nation before good people of Terra-F. of F.L. being Stu, a professional public opinion firm, several thousand chronic pet.i.tion signers, and a great stack of Hong Kong dollars.
I had picture taken, too, and tried to smile, but dodged questions by pointing to throat and croaking.
In Agra we were lodged in a lavish suite in hotel that had once been palace of a maharajah (and still belonged to him, even though India is supposed to be socialist) and interviews and picture-taking went on-hardly dared get out of wheel chair even to visit W.C. as was under orders from Prof never to be photographed vertically. He was always either in bed or in a stretcher-bed baths, bedpans, everything-not only because safer, considering age, and easier for any Loonie, but also for pictures. His dimples and wonderful, gentle, persuasive personality were displayed in hundreds of millions of video screens, endless news pictures.
But his personality did not get us anywhere in Agra. Prof was carried to office of President of Grand a.s.sembly, me being pushed alongside, and there he attempted to present his credentials as Amba.s.sador to F.N. and prospective Senator for Luna-was referred to Secretary General and at his offices we were granted ten minutes with a.s.sistant secretary who sucked teeth and said he could accept our credentials "without prejudice and without implied commitment." They were referred to Credentials Committee-who sat on them.
I got fidgety. Prof read Keats. Grain barges continued to arrive at Bombay.
In a way was not sorry about latter. When we flew from Bombay to Agra we got up before dawn and were taken out to field as city was waking. Every Loonie has his hole, whether luxury of a long-established home like Davis Tunnels or rock still raw from drill; cubic is no problem and can"t be for centuries.
Bombay was bee-swarms of people. Are over million (was told) who have no home but some piece of pavement. A family might claim right (and hand down by will, generation after generation) to sleep on a piece two meters long and one wide at a described location in front of a shop. Entire family sleeps on that s.p.a.ce, meaning mother, father, kids, maybe a grandmother. Would not have believed if had not seen. At dawn in Bombay roadways, side pavements, even bridges are covered with tight carpet of human bodies. What do they do? Where do they work? How do they eat? (Did not look as if they did. Could count ribs.) If I hadn"t believed simple arithmetic that you can"t ship stuff downhill forever without shipping replacement back, would have tossed in cards. But. . . tanstanfl. "There ain"t no such thing as a free lunch," in Bombay or in Luna.
At last we were given appointment with an "Investigating Committee." Not what Prof had asked for. He had requested public hearing before Senate, complete with video cameras. Only camera at this session was its "in-camera" nature; was closed. Not too closed, I had little recorder. But no video. And took Prof two minutes to discover that committee was actually vips of Lunar Authority or their tame dogs.