The others nodded to this.
"We should call you Hawkeye," Skybolt said, "for your clear-sightedness."
The next day, it rained, trapping Tinker indoors. The grayness seemed to invade her soul, so after a Windwolf-less lunch she curled in the sunroom and watched the rainfall, fighting to keep in tears. It would be stupid to cry; everyone had been bending over backward to make her happy.
All the little seeds of fear, doubt, and unease, though, were growing into a wild, dark tangle. What was going to happen that made her the pivot? Beyond the cryptic warnings, there had been nothing more from the seer. At some point, all would depend on her, and she had an unspoken terror that the decision would have to be made when she was completely alone against a horde of oni, without so much as a datapad.
And what if the queen never let her go back to Pittsburgh? Certainly if the queen wanted to keep control of the pivot, she could insist that Tinker stay at Aum Renau, or take her back East. Windwolf told her that he asked permission daily, but for all Tinker knew, he could be lying to her. Surrounded by beauty and luxury, it seemed stupid to be so homesick for the squalid, half-abandoned steel town. She wanted her computers, tools, and hoverbike. She wished she could call Oilcan; just to know he was okay and not worrying about her. She desperately wanted to talk to Lain; since her grandfather died, Lain had been her guide through life"s confusion. Lain could tell her what to do, make it all right.
"Domi." Pony crouched down beside her. "The sefada sefada know you are unhappy and say that you can come help them make know you are unhappy and say that you can come help them make falotiki falotiki. They are very simple to make, and the sefada sefada promise to watch carefully so they will not catch fire, and afterward you decorate them with icing in bright colors." promise to watch carefully so they will not catch fire, and afterward you decorate them with icing in bright colors."
"Um," her voice cracked, and his face blurred, so she scrubbed at her eyes. "Yeah, sure." And then to make them all stop worrying about her, "It sounds like fun."
And through sheer determination on her part, it actually was.
Windwolf came into the kitchen while she was icing. The little square falotiki falotiki cakes reminded her of the periodic table, so she had arranged them into the cla.s.sic chart and was making each cake a different element. She was working on radium, and after telling the kitchen staff its radioactive properties, was reciting the "Litle Willie" poem that featured his grandmother"s tea. "Now Grandpa thinks it quite a lark, To see her shining in the dark." cakes reminded her of the periodic table, so she had arranged them into the cla.s.sic chart and was making each cake a different element. She was working on radium, and after telling the kitchen staff its radioactive properties, was reciting the "Litle Willie" poem that featured his grandmother"s tea. "Now Grandpa thinks it quite a lark, To see her shining in the dark."
"Dama!" cried Lemonseed, the head cook.
Tinker looked up to find Windwolf leaning in the doorframe, watching her with a grin. "You look pleased about something."
"The queen says we can leave for Pittsburgh in the morning."
Tinker squealed and flung herself at Windwolf. He swept her up and she kissed him until she realized that she was covering him with flour and that tears were running down her face. "Oh G.o.ds, I screamed, didn"t I? Oh, that"s so stupid. I"m not the type to scream."
"No," he agreed, resting his forehead on hers. "You are not the type to scream."
"Is she really letting me go home?" She saw the hurt go through his eyes. "I mean, back to Pittsburgh?"
"Yes. With provisions."
"Provisions?" She didn"t like the sound of that. "Here, let me down, so I can wash my hands."
"The queen is concerned." Windwolf paused, obviously picking out the most politic way of putting things. "She sees you as a child with a child"s grasp of the universe. She"s not saying you"re immature," Windwolf hastened to explain as Tinker made a rude noise. "By the time an elf reaches adult, he has had a hundred years of being steeped in our culture-which isn"t always a good thing-but it does teach him about living for millennia. You can barely speak the high tongue, and you"re not going to learn it, or any of the skills you need, by living daily with humans."
She froze, hands in the water. "What-what does that mean? That I can"t go home? But you just said-I"m staying in Pittsburgh-or is this just a visit?"
"It is not a visit, but it will be a change in your living arrangement."
"What the h.e.l.l does that mean?"
"We closed our Pathways on a land as pastoral as our own. The Dutch were a superpower. Latin was the tongue of the learned man, and the laundry you term "prehistoric" would be a marvel of advanced technology." Windwolf pulled her hands out of the water and toweled them dry. "Most of the elves here at Aum Renau were alive during your Dark Ages. Many saw the fall of the Romans. There are even ones that saw the rise of the Egyptians."
She squeaked, as the weight of the ages seemed to compress down on her. "Really?"
"Lemonseed here is over nine thousand years old."
Tinker glanced to the sweet-tempered sefada sefada who seemed no older than Lain. "Nine thousand?" who seemed no older than Lain. "Nine thousand?"
"By the very nature of humans and elves, the gate will will close while you"re alive," Windwolf said. "Currently you have the queen"s protection. No one can call insult on you, or challenge you to a duel. But that protection will not last forever. What is forgiven in a child will not be forgiven in an adult. You must know how to live with us-your people." close while you"re alive," Windwolf said. "Currently you have the queen"s protection. No one can call insult on you, or challenge you to a duel. But that protection will not last forever. What is forgiven in a child will not be forgiven in an adult. You must know how to live with us-your people."
She became aware that everyone in the kitchen was trying hard to pretend that they weren"t listening to the conversation. What language had they been arguing in this time? She winced as she realized that it had flowed almost seamlessly between English and Elvish, sometimes changing halfway through the sentence. Growling, she undid the mega ap.r.o.n protecting her dress, shoved it into the hamper for dirty linens, and stomped out of the kitchen.
Windwolf came after her, and a few steps behind him, were Pony and Stormsong. She headed to their living quarters as one of the few places they could talk without the bodyguards overhearing.
"What are the provisions?" she asked once the door shut between them and the sekasha sekasha.
"I must establish a residence at Pittsburgh and move my household there."
"Move? For how long?"
He clicked his tongue in a shrug. "A couple of decades, maybe a century."
She winced, thinking of the close-knit community she"d found at the palace. "How many of the clanspeople here at the palace are part of your household?"
Windwolf looked slightly confused. "All of them."
"All!" Hope turned to ash; there was no way the entire palace staff would be shifted just because she was homesick. "There"s like sixty people here!"
"Seventy-four, not counting Pony."
"Why not count Pony?" Tinker cried. Of all the sekasha sekasha, Pony was her favorite.
"Pony is yours, not mine."
"Mine?"
Windwolf paused, apparently considering his English. "Yours," he repeated, this time in Elvish. "Not mine."
Oh, s.h.i.t, now what had she done? "How did Pony get to be mine?"
"Pony"s parents are beholden to my father and I watched him grow up, which makes me protective of him. As he neared his majority, he wanted a chance to make a real decision about whom he looked to, and not just take his parents" path. I gave him refuge in my house, although he hadn"t yet come of age. I expected him to offer to me, for we are fond of one another, but he was free to offer to you."
She dropped onto the bench before her bed, remembering then the conversation just before they left Pittsburgh, under watch of the queen"s Wyverns. Once again, someone offered, and she accepted without realizing what strings were attached. "Oh, no."
Something on her face made Windwolf kneel down in front of her and take her hands. "I am pleased. I thought you two would suit well, that"s why I left him with you. He brings you honor, since not everyone can hold a sekasha sekasha."
"I didn"t realize what he was saying."
Windwolf looked dismayed and then sighed. "It is done now. Once accepted, even by mistake, the contract can not be unmade. It means you find the person unacceptable. No matter what you said, everyone would believe the worst of Pony, that he had acted in some way inappropriately."
She pressed the heels of her hands tight against her eyes. "Oh, G.o.ds, what a mess."
"I don"t understand why you"re so upset. You obviously love Pony well, and we"re returning to Pittsburgh."
She peeked at him through her fingers. "We are?"
"I told the queen that the provisions were acceptable."
The hands came off her face completely. "You did!"
"It is only for a short time."
Of course.
Yet, she felt guilty that so many people were having their life turned upside down because she didn"t want to change. Windwolf, though, had volunteered knowing full well who would be affected and how. She hadn"t known. She hadn"t known when she saved him from the saurus and he marked her to be part of his household. She hadn"t known when he offered his betrothal gift. Or when he asked if she wanted to be immortal. Or when Pony offered himself. Again and again, she was lost in ignorance, while others acted with full knowledge. Why should she feel guilty?
Because they thought she"d understood. Because she didn"t admit to her ignorance. It was bad enough when it was just her suffering the consequences, but others were now being dragged in.
Tinker leaned against the gla.s.s, eager for her first sight of Pittsburgh. For hours they had sailed over the unending green of elfin forest, gently rocked as the gossamer swam against the headwind. The crew had said that it would take six hours, and now at noon, the time of arrival was nearing.
Beside her the navigator had been peering intently through a spygla.s.s, picking out familiar landmarks. "We"re here."
She scanned the horizon, finding the glitter of a river, guessed it to be the Monongahela and watched it unravel westward through the forest. There was a clearing in the forest with a cl.u.s.ter of enclaves and a wide field thick with colorful tents, and then more forest, and another river. "What"s that?"
"Oakland," the navigator said. "Bring her to a slow speed!"
Oakland? Tinker frowned, studying the onrushing buildings. Faintly she could see the Rim, its barren strip of no-mans-land, arcing through the forest. Yes, it was the elfin Oakland, but Pittsburgh wasn"t there. No human streets, half-empty buildings, skysc.r.a.pers, or bridges. Just unending forest. "Oh no, it"s Shutdown!"
"Of course it is," Sparrow said. "We"ve always thought it as an odd and awkward way of doing a Pathway, but that"s humans for you."
Windwolf shot Sparrow a hard look, which gained a contrite half-bow and his a.s.sistant fleeing. "I am sorry. I had forgotten to check."
"It will be back tomorrow." Tinker shoved away her disappointment. They were all but home now. "The enclaves will be full tonight."
"Room will be found." Windwolf hugged her.
His presence distracted her from Pittsburgh"s absence, to a realization of the date. "We met last Shutdown. Just twenty-eight days ago." Oh G.o.ds, the last three weeks had been the longest in her life. Immortality at this speed was going to drive her nuts.
"Time expands and contracts." Windwolf kissed her hair. "Sometimes a day can seem like a second, and sometimes it lasts forever. Certainly the hours that I lay helpless on Earth were the longest I"ve ever lived."
"Then we"re even."
Prior to Shutdown, all the elves living in Pittsburgh shifted temporarily to either the enclaves or camps at the Faire Grounds, thus the collection of bright-colored tents crowding the meadow. Since the Faire Grounds doubled as the airfield for the ma.s.sive airship, it took shouted negotiations, followed by careful maneuvering to accomplish a tethering.
While this was being accomplished, Tinker studied the flip side of Pittsburgh, the great circle of forest sent to Earth with Startup. Here on Elfhome there was nothing at the Rim but barren land. Back on Earth was a chain-link fence surrounding the forest-a great wall of China done in steel-to keep in dangerous elfin wildlife, and more importantly, keep out unwanted human immigrants. On Earth and in Pittsburgh, EIA patrolled the Rim. From the Observation lounge (having been politely scooted out for the already complicated tethering) Tinker could see elfin rangers moving through the trees, keeping close to the Rim but scouting for trespa.s.sers. The sole building within the forest was the legendary EIA lockup, an ugly squat cinderblock building whose only function was to hold prisoners until Startup returned them to Earth. At one time, Tinker lived in fear of it and its polar opposite, the gla.s.s castle of EIA headquarters in Pittsburgh.
Also from her high vantage point, Tinker could see that someone had managed to do some illegal logging of the virgin forest. The south sh.o.r.e of the Ohio, approximately where the West End Bridge crossed in Pittsburgh, had been stripped bare, although she couldn"t imagine how anyone could cut down the trees and get them into the river without heavy equipment. Apparently the EIA"s watch on Earth wasn"t as legendary as she"d always heard.
Movement directly below caught her eye and she looked downward. Someone was waving at the gossamer, a short and plain figure among the tall, elegantly dressed elves.
"Oilcan!" she cried. "Oh G.o.ds, what is he doing here?"
After waving at her cousin to let him know she saw him, she went to beat on anyone who could get her down to the ground. Minutes later the elevator dropped her down, the door opened and he was there, waiting, and she pounced on him.
"What are you doing here?" She hugged him tightly.
"Waiting for you," he said. "G.o.ds, look at you. You look wonderful."
"I still feel a little dorky in these clothes." She plucked at her skirt. "I had to be "acceptable" at Aum Renau in case I ran into the queen in some dark hallway." She realized that she was rambling and hugged him again. "What are you doing here?"
He grinned. "I just had this feeling that you"d be coming back during Shutdown, and I"d been kicking myself for not going with you, so I asked Maynard to get me permission to ride out Shutdown on Elfhome." He glanced back at the wall of trees beyond the Rim. "It was weird watching Pittsburgh vanish, though. I"ve had this creepy feeling all morning, like it wasn"t coming back and I"d be stuck here. I was starting to think I"d made a big mistake."
"By the very nature of humans and elves, the gate will close while you"re alive."
She glanced around at the single cl.u.s.ter of enclaves and the handful of tents-no electricity, no computers, and no phones. Oh G.o.ds protect her, she"d go mad.
13: Crow Black Shroud
"Tinker! Tinker!"
Tinker had learned to ignore her own name, since anyone not calling her "domi" only wanted to interrupt her with stupid questions. She wasn"t listening: 546879 divided by 3 equaled 182293.
"Alexander Graham Bell!"
Tooloo was right; anyone knowing your real name gained power over you. Tinker flipped up her welding visor and looked down through the tower"s trusses to the ground far below. Lain glared back up at her. A quick check showed Lain"s hoverbike parked alongside Tinker"s and Pony"s, which explained how the xen.o.biologist got to the remote building site, but not why.
"What?" Tinker shouted down.
"Come down here." Lain tapped the ground with her right crutch.
"Why?"
"Young lady, get your b.u.t.t down here now! I am not going to scream at you like a howler monkey."
Sighing, Tinker turned off the welder. "Pony, will you kill the generator?"
He paused, sword half-drawn. "Kill what?"
"Hit the big red switch." She pointed at the purring generator.
"Ah." He slid his sword back into its sheath. "Yes, domi domi."
She stripped off her welding visor, and pulled off the heavy gloves.
The carpenters" foreman realized that she was leaving, and hesitantly asked, "Domi, what should we do next?"