"Something familiar?"
"Yes."
"You think he has the genemnemon, Marrita?" she asked the blonde girl who sat on the cool rock by the spring.
Marrita looked up from dabbling her toes in the icy trickle. "I don"t believe in the genemnemon. My great grandfather was a thief."
"How silly! What"s that to do with it?"
"He buried a fortune, they say. If there was a genemnemon, I"d remember where he buried it, wouldn"t I?" She pouted, and went back to dabbling a club toe in the spring.
Evon snorted irritably and arose to stretch. "We lie around here like sleepy pigs!" he grumbled. "Have the Pedaga nothing to do but wait on the Geoark to make up its mind?"
"What do you think they"ll do?"
"The Geoark? Invite the strangers to land. What else could they do?"
"Tell them to go away."
"And suppose they chose not to go?"
The girl looked bewildered. "I can"t imagine anyone refusing the Geoark."
"Maybe they"ve got their own Geoark. Why should they cooperate with ours?"
"_Two_ Geoarks? What a strange idea."
"Is it strange that you and I should have two brains? Or were you aware that I have one too?"
"Evon! What a _strange_ idea."
He seized her by the ankles and dragged her squealing to the spring, then set her down in the icy trickle. Marrita moved away, grumbling complaints, and Letha s.n.a.t.c.hed up a switch and chased him around the glade, shrieking threats of mayhem, while Evon"s laughter broke the gloomy air of the small gathering, and caused a few other Pedaga to wander into the clearing from the pathways.
"I think we should prepare a pet.i.tion for the Geoark," someone suggested.
"About the sky-fleet? And who knows what to say?"
"I"m afraid," said a girl. "Somehow I"m suddenly afraid of them."
"Our brothers from the Exodus? But they"re _people_--such as you and I."
So went the voices. After an hour, a crier came running through the glade to read another message received from the sky-fleet.
PROPAUTH EARTH FROM COMMSTRAFEFLEET THREE, s.p.a.cE, KLAEDEN COMM, PRESENTS GREETINGS!
HAVING RECEIVED NO ANSWER TO OUR PREVIOUS COMMUNICATION, WE HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LAND AT ONCE. I AM IMPOSING AN INFORMATIONAL QUARANTINE TO AVOID RESTIMULATING POSSIBLE RECESSIVE KULTURVERLAENGERUNG, BUT SUGGEST YOU GUARD YOURSELVES. OUR CULTURES HAD A COMMON ORIGIN. WE COME IN ARMS, WITHOUT ENMITY.
ERNSTLI BARON VEN KLAEDEN, COMMANDING STRAFEFLEET THREE, s.p.a.cESTRIKE COMMAND IMPERIAL FORCES OF THE SECESSION
This was even more mystifying than the previous one, even less meaningful in translation. One thing was clear, however: the fleet was going to land, without invitation.
Embarra.s.sed, the elders of the Geoark immediately called the tech clans.
"Can you revive the devices that speak across s.p.a.ce?" they asked.
"They are revived," answered the tech clans.
"Then let us speak to our brothers from s.p.a.ce."
And so it was that the people of the gardens of Earth sang out:
BRETHREN TO BRETHREN, PRESENT LOVE LOVE LOVE.
WE WELCOME YOU TO OUR GLADES AND TO OUR PLACES OF FEEDING AND OUR PLACES OF SLEEPING. WE WELCOME YOU TO THE BOSOM OF THE WORLD OF BEGINNING. AFTER TWENTY THOUSAND YEARS, EARTH HAS NOT FORGOTTEN. COME AMID REJOICING.
THE ELDERS OF THE GEOARK
"I"m afraid Earth will remember more than it wants to," growled Ernstli Baron ven Klaeden, as he issued the command to blast into an atmospheric-braking orbit.
And there was thunder in a cloudless sky.
"_O your steed was auld and ye hae mair, Edward, Edward.
O your steed was auld and ye hae mair, And some other dule ye dree, O."
"O I hae kill"d my ain father dear, Mither, mither; O I hae kill"d my ain father dear, Alas and woe is me, O._"
--ANONYMOUS
In accordance with the rules of invasion strategy for semi-civilized planets, the fleet separated itself into three groups. The first group fell into atmospheric braking; the second group split apart and established an "orbital sh.e.l.l" of criscrossing orbits, timed and interlocking, at eight hundred miles, to guard the descent of the first wave of ships, while the third wave remained in battle formation at three thousand miles as a rear guard against possible s.p.a.ce attack. When the first wave had finished braking, it fell into formation again and flew as aircraft in the high stratosphere, while the second wave braked itself, and the third wave dropped into the orbital sh.e.l.l.
From the first wave, a single ship went down to land, and its telecameras broadcast a view of a forest garden, slightly charred for a hundred yards around the ship, with fires blazing along its edges.
"No signs of the natives yet," came the report. "No signs of technology.
No evidence of hostility."
A second ship descended to land a mile from the first. Its telecamera caught a fleeting glimpse of a man waving from a hilltop, but nothing more.
One at a time the ships came, with weapon locks open and bristling with steel snouts. The ships came down at one-mile intervals, the first wave forming a circle that enclosed an area of forty-six hundred square miles. The second wave came down to land in a central circle of fifteen miles diameter. The third wave remained in its...o...b..tal sh.e.l.l, where it would stand guard as long as the fleet was on the ground.
In accordance with the rules of officer"s conduct, Baron ven Klaeden, who had ordered the landing, was the first to expose himself to the enveloping conditions outside the flagship. He stood in an open lock, sniffing the autumn air of Earth in late afternoon. It was full of jet-fire smoke, and smelled of burning brush. The automatic extinguishers had quenched the flames, but the blackened trees and brush still roasted and sparked and leaked smoke across the land. Somewhere a bird was singing through the sunlit haze. Baron ven Klaeden recognized the sound as made by a living thing, and wondered if the recognition was born into his bones.
Three hundred and fifty yards to the north, a wingship towered in the sun, its guns trained outward from the inner circle, and to the south, another wingship. The baron glanced down at the earth beneath the flagship. The jets had reduced to ashes something that might have been a low wooden structure. He shrugged, and glanced across the blackened area toward the orderly forest. Trees and shrubs, and a carpet of green turf below, broken here and there by rain-worn rocks and cl.u.s.ters of smaller fragile leafy stuff that might be food-plants. Vivid splashes of color blossomed in the shady forest, scarlets and blues and flashes of brilliant lemon that lived in profusion in the foliage of the shrubbery.
Some of the trees were living ma.s.ses of tiny flowers, and when the wind stirred them, petals showered to the ground in fragrant gusts. The wind changed, and the air that breathed about the commander"s face was full of perfume.
I feel nothing, he thought. Here is beauty and warmth, here is the home of Man, and almost an Eden, but I feel nothing. It is just another mote that circles a minor sun, and to me it is only an exploitable supply dump of Nature, a place to accomplish Procedure 76-A, "Refueling Method for Terrestroid Planets Without Facilities, Native Labor Exploitable."
It was only a way-station on the long long road from Scorpius to Ursa, and it meant nothing, nothing at all. It had changed too much. Millenia ago, when the Star Exodus had burst forth to carry Man halfway across the galaxy, things had been different. A few colonies had kept accurate histories of Earth intact, and when the Trans.p.a.ce Empire had gathered itself into social integration, nearly five thousand years ago, the histories had been made universally available. The baron had studied them, but from the viewpoint of the s.p.a.cer, the history of Humanity had ceased in any way to be a.s.sociated with Earth after the Star Exodus. Man was a s.p.a.ce creature, a denizen of the interstellum--or had been, before the War of Secession--and when history moved into s.p.a.ce, Earth was a half-remembered hamlet. Ven Klaeden had seen the Earth-vistas that the historians had reconstructed for the museums--vistas of roaring industrial cities, flaming battlegrounds, teeming harbors and s.p.a.ceports. The cities were gone, and Earth had become a carefully tended j.a.panese garden.