"I bet she does," Stanislau maintained. "They all do.

Carson made it last night with a chick at Canaveral."

"Who says?" Driscoll demanded.

"He did. She"s got a place in the city-just across from the base."

"Carson doesn"t know what to do with it," Driscoll scoffed derisively. "He still thinks it"s for playing with."



"I"m just telling you what the guy said."

"Oh, in that case it just has to be true, doesn"t it. Now tell me that Swyley"s color-blind."

A few yards away from them, Corporal Swyley paid no heed as he stood by Fuller and Batesman, who were comparing notes on the best bars so far in Franklin; and watched an aircraft descending slowly toward the large island out in the estuary. He couldn"t see any reason why travel shouldn"t come free on Chiron, just like everything else, and wondered what kinds of connections could be made from Port Norday to the more remote reaches of the planet. Interesting. The easiest way to check it out would probably be to ask any Chironian computer, since n.o.body on Chiron seemed to have many secrets about anything.

Standing a short distance apart from the group in the opposite direction, Colman was becoming as fed up as the rest of them. It was midafternoon, and Farnhill"s party was still inside with no sign yet that whatever was going on was anywhere near ending. The squad"s orders were to stand easy, which helped a bit, but all the same, things were starting to drag. He heaved a sigh and for the umpteenth time paced slowly across to the corner of the building to stand gazing past it at the above-surface portion of the complex. Behind him, Driscoll and Stanislau stopped talking about Carson"s s.e.x lie abruptly as two Chironians stopped by on their a t the m entrance.

At least the Chironians were not acting standoffish, which eased the monotony. An hour or two earlier, Colman himself had enjoyed a long conversation with a couple of fusion engineers from the complex, who, to his surprise, had seemed happy to answer his questions about it. They had even offered him a quick tour. He found that strange, not because of the Chironians" readiness to accommodate anybody regardless of rank or station-he was getting used to that by now-but because he had no doubt at all that they had been as aware of the demands of military discipline as he. Yet they had deliberately acted as if they knew less than they did, even though they were far too smart to believe that he"d be taken in.

The Chironians did it all the time. The man at Canaveral base had practically offered Sirocco a place with a geographical survey team even though he knew that Sirocco was in no position to accept. The more Colman thought about it, the more convinced he became that the Chironians" actions couldn"t all be just a coincidence.

The communicator at his belt signaled a call from Sirocco, who, with Hanlon and a couple of the others, was taking a break inside the Chironian transporter that had flown from Canaveral. "How"s it going?"

Sirocco inquired when Colman answered. "Are the troops mutinying yet?"

"Grumbling, but not too bad. Any news from inside?"

"Nothing yet. It"s about time you took a breather. I"ll be out in a few minutes to take a spell with Carson and Young. Tell Swyley and Driscoll to stand down with you. They"ve been out there the longest."

"Will do. See you in a few minutes."

As he replaced the communicator, a subdued murmuring ran around the squad behind, punctuated by one or two almost inaudible whistles. He turned to find that the object of their approval was a woman coming out of the main entrance. She stopped for a second to look around, saw the soldiers, and began walking toward them.

She was in her late thirties-evidently one of the Founders-and carried herself with a stately elegance that was proud and upright without crossing the boundary into haughtiness. Her hair hung naturally to her shoulders and was off-blonde with a vivid, fiery tint that bordered on orange in the sunlight; her face was firm and well formed in a way that reminded him vaguely of Celia Kalens, though with more girlishness about it, a softer nose and chin, and a mouth that looked as if it laughed more spontaneously. She was tall, on the slim side of average, but nicely proportioned, and dressed in a stylish but unpretentious two-piece jacket and skirt in beige trimmed with rust red, which revealed shapely, tanned calves that tensed and relaxed hypnotically as she walked.

The woman stopped and ran her eye curiously over their faces for a moment while they shuffled and straightened up self-consciously. "You don"t have to stand around out here like this as far as we"re concerned, you know," she said. "You can come on inside if you want. How about a coffee, and maybe something to eat?" The faces turned instinctively toward Colman as he rejoined them.

He started to grin automatically. "That"s a nice thought, ma"am, but we"re under orders and have to stay here. We appreciate it though." And then he frowned. It was happening again. She knew d.a.m.n well they had to stay there.

Her eyes rested momentarily on his chevrons. "Are you Sergeant Colman-the one who"s interested in engineering?"

Colman stared hard at her in surprise. "Yes, I am. How-"

"I"ve heard about you." It could only have been from the Chironians he had talked with earlier. Why would they mention his name to her? Who was she? She came nearer and smiled. "My name is Kath. I have some connection with the technical aspects of what goes on here. From what I"ve heard, I"d imagine you"d find this an interesting place. Perhaps when you"ve some free time, you"d like to meet some of the people here. If you like, I could mention it to them."

Colman was nonplussed. He shook his head as if to clear it. "What-What exactly do you do around here?" Kath"s smile became impish, as if she were amused by his confusion. "Oh, you"d be surprised."

Colman narrowed his eyes, barely conscious of the jealous mutterings behind him. "Well...sure," he said cautiously. "If it wouldn"t be any trouble to anyone. You must have talked to the two guys who were here earlier."

Kath nodded. "Wally and Sam. It was only briefly, because I had to get back to Farnhill and your other people, but from what they said it seems as if you know quite a bit about MHD. Where did you study?"

"Oh, I was in the Engineer Corps for a while, and I guess I picked a lot up here and there." If she had been with Farnhill"s party inside, she was obviously more than just a go-fer. Why in h.e.l.l did she come out to the parking lot to be nice to the troops?

"How many other engineers do you have here?" she inquired lightly, looking around the rest of the squad. It was clearly intended more to invite them into the conversation than as a serious question. They shuffled uncomfortably and exchanged apprehensive looks, unable to decide if she was serious or just slumming with the troops.

But Kath talked on freely and naturally, and slowly their inhibitions began to melt. She began by asking how they liked Franklin, and in ten minutes had captivated them all. Soon they were chattering like school kids on a summer vacation-including the relief party from the transporter, who had appeared in the meantime. The detail due for a break seemed to have forgotten about it. Something very strange was going on, Colman told himself again.

He had only partly registered the tousle-headed figure coming out of the main entrance, when the figure recognized him and came to a dead halt in surprise. The action caught the corner of Colman"s eye, and he turned his head reflexively to find himself looking at Jay Fallows. Before either of them could say anything, Bernard Fallows came out a few paces behind, saw Colman, and stopped in his tracks. It was too late for him to go back in, and impossible to walk on by. A few awkward seconds pa.s.sed while Bernard showed all the signs of being in an agony of embarra.s.sment and discomfort, and at the same time of an acute inability to do anything to overcome it. Colman didn"t feel he had any prerogative to make a first move. Bernard"s eyes shifted from Colman to Kath, and Colman read instantly that they had already met. Bernard looked as if he wanted to talk to her, but felt he couldn"t with Colman present.

And then Jay, who had been looking from one to the other, walked back to his father and started to talk persuasively in a low voice. Bernard hesitated, looked across at Colman again, and then took a deep breath and came haltingly across with Jay beside him. "It"s been a long time," he mumbled. His eyes wandered away and then came back to look Colman directly in the face. "Look, Steve, about that time up on the ship in the pump bay. I, er...I-"

"Forget it," Colman interrupted. "It happens to everyone. Let"s leave it with all the other stuff that"s best left up there."

Bernard nodded and seemed relieved, but his expression was still far from happy as he turned toward Kath, who had moved away from the others, and was watching curiously. Bernard seemed to want to say something that he didn"t know how to begin.

Jay was evidently developing a feel for Chironian directness. "We"re kind of curious about the people inside," he said. "Especially my dad. It"s funny that he wasn"t told anything about it."

Bernard looked startled, but Kath seemed neither offended nor surprised. "I thought you might be," she said, nodding half to herself. "Nanook told me about that." She looked at Bernard. "We don"t have a lot of time for secrets," she told him. "Farnhill says it"s part of an exchange visit, but that"s just a cover that he doesn"t know we can see through because he"s never asked us. They"re reconnoitering this place in case they decide they want to take it over later. That"s why your chief, Merrick, is with them-to a.s.sess whether your engineers could handle it. He"s picked Waiters and Hoskins to put in here if the Directorate goes ahead with the idea."

Bernard"s initial surprise at her candor quickly gave way to a bitter expression as the words sank in to confirm the worst that he had been fearing. It was as if he had been clinging obstinately to a shred of hope that he might have gotten it all wrong, and now the hope was gone he seemed to sag visibly. Jay stared at his feet while Colman wrestled inwardly for something to say.

Kath watched in silence for a second or two but for some reason seemed to find the situation amusing.

Bernard stared with a mixture of uncertainty and resentment. "I think I know what"s going through your mind," she told him. "But don"t worry about it. We don"t take orders from Farnhill or Merrick here.

Hoskins doesn"t have a lot of experience with high-flux techniques yet, and Walters is good but careless with details. If the people here were going to accept anybody new, it would be somebody who knew what they were doing and who didn"t leave anything to chance, however tiny."

"Just...what are you getting at?" Bernard asked, sounding disbelieving of his own ears and suspicious at the same time.

Kath switched on her impish smile again. "That"s all I"m prepared to say," she replied. "For now, anyway. I just thought you"d like to hear it." She turned to Jay to change the subject. "Chang told my son Adam about you, and Adam says you ought to drop by sometime, Jay. He lives in Franklin, so it wouldn"t be far. Why don"t you do that?"

"Sounds great. I will. How do I get directions-from the net?"

"You"ve got it." Kath smiled.

Jay glanced at Colman, then looked at Bernard. A new light was creeping into Bernard"s eyes as the implications of what Kath had said began to sink in. Jay hesitated, then decided that his father was in the fight mood. "You know, this is a bit of a risky place, Dad," he said in an ominous voice. "People getting shot all over the place and stuff like that. I could run into all kinds of trouble on my own. I"m sure you"d feel a lot happier if I had some professional protection."

Bernard looked at him suspiciously. "Just what are you up to now?"

Jay grinned, just a trifle sheepishly. "Er...would you get mad if I asked Steve to come along too?"

"I"m sure Adam would be more than happy," Kath interjected. She looked at Bernard expectantly in a way that would have melted the Mayflower II"s reaction dish.

Bernard looked from Kath, to Colman, to Jay, and then back to Colman. He was beaten, and he knew it. But after Kath"s cryptic statement, he wasn"t inclined to argue too much. "h.e.l.l, it"s not so bad. He doesn"t need anyone to stop him from getting shot," he replied. Beside him, Jay"s face dropped. Then Bernard went on, "But he sure-as-h.e.l.l needs someone to keep him away from those girls running all over town." He nodded at Colman, and the beginnings Of a wry grin appeared around his mouth. "Keep a good eye on him, Steve. He"s crafty." He turned his head and stared resignedly at his son. "And you," he grunted. "Get home on time, and don"t say anything about this to your mother."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

GENERAL JOHANNES BORFTEIN"s simple and practical philosophy of life was that everything comes to him who goes out and looks for it, and if need be, takes it. n.o.body was going to give anyone anything for nothing, and n.o.body kept for very long what he neglected to defend. The name of the game was Survival. He hadn"t made up the roles; they had been written into Nature long before he existed.

Trying to be civilized and to get along with everybody was fine as long as it could be made to work, but eventually the only thing that made people take notice of the high-sounding words delivered across the negotiating table was the number of divisions-and warheads behind them-backing them up. And if, when all else failed, the only way left for a nation to look after its interests was to defend them by force, then the best chance for survival lay with promoting the cause totally and using every expedient that came at hand; half measures were fatal. The shorter-term price to be paid was regrettable, but when had Nature ever offered free lunches? And in the longer term, what did it mean anyway? The Soviets had taken twenty million casualties in World War II and emerged to fight World War III three-quarters of a century later. And in that conflict the U.S. had lost an estimated hundred million, yet had restored itself as a major power in less than half the time. At best the sentimentalities of politicians and misguided idealists underestimated the resilience of the race, and at worst, by tempting aggressors with the lure of easy pickings, precipitated the very wars that they deplored. Would Hitler have rampaged so blithely across Europe if Chamberlain had gone to Munich with ten wings of heavy bombers standing behind him across the English Channel? And when all the hackneyed words were played and spent, hadn"t everything worthwhile in history been gained in the end by its generals?

Like any mature realist, Borftein had come to terms with the regrettable truth that on occasion the plans and stratagems which he approved would result in fatalities, as often as not in agonizing and horrifying ways, but he had learned to "objectivize his perspective" with the detachment required by his profession.

The numbers of killed and wounded predicted for an intended operation were presented by his a.n.a.lysts as the "Loss Factor" and the "Combat Reduction Factor," respectively; a city selected to be incinerated along with its inhabitants was "nominated"; an area drenched with napalm and saturated with high explosive was subjected to "exploratory aggressive reconnaissance"; and a village flattened as a warning against harboring insurgents became an object of a "protective reaction." Such were the rules.

As an artillery major in his early thirties he had seen that South Africa"s cause was ultimately lost, and had uprooted himself to place his services and experience at the disposal of the emergent New Order of Greater North America, where veterans at countering guerilla offensives and civil disorder were eagerly sought to a.s.sist in the "renormalization" of the chaos bequeathed by the war. Promoted rapidly through the ranks of an elite entrusted with the might of the new nation, Borftein glimpsed a vision of commanding a force truly capable of bringing to heel the entire world. But the vision had been short-lived. A golden opportunity presented itself when Asia-then the only serious rival-fell upon itself in the struggle for domination between China and j.a.pan-India. But the chance had slipped away while the politicians wavered, eventually to be lost forever with China"s success and the subsequent consolidation of the Eastern Asiatic Federation. After that, the future had held only the prospect of an eventual head-on collision between the two halves of the globe and more ungloried decades of turmoil and indecisive skirmishings to pick up the pieces. Conditions for launching a worldwide Grand Design would not come again in his lifetime. And so he had left to seek a more rewarding destiny with the Mayflower II. It was ironic, he had thought to himself many times, that impatience and restlessness had led him to a decision that would immobilize him in s.p.a.ce for twenty years.

His impatience was a.s.serting itself again now, as Borftein sat in the chambers of Judge William Fulmire, the Mayflower II"s Supreme Justice, listening to Howard Kalens and Marcia Quarrey argue over the finer points of the Mission"s const.i.tution, while on the surface the troops were fraternizing openly with what could become the enemy, and two years away in s.p.a.ce the EAF starship dally drew nearer. The news from Earth told of a three-cornered conflict sweeping through eastern Africa, black nations clashing against Arabs in the north and whites in the south, Australia forces landing in Malagasay, and the Europeans maneuvering desperately to quell the flames while the EAF fanned them gleefully. That news would long ago have overtaken the PaG.o.da and what the intentions of those aboard it might be was anybody"s guess. It wasn"t a time to be fussing over ambiguous syntax and legal niceties.

Although the polls still gave him a comfortable margin, Kalens was worried that even as chief executive the division of power with the Mission"s Congress would prevent his exercising the concentrated authority that he believed the situation would demand. Only a strong leader with the power to act decisively would stand a chance of solving the problems, and the Mayflower II"s const.i.tution was designed to prevent anyone"s becoming one. Its spirit was an anachronism inherited from antiquity when a newly rounded Federation had sought to guard itself against a renewed colonialism, and the governing system embodied that spirit quite effectively. That was the problem.

As far as Borftein could see, with himself and the Army behind him, Kalens had all the authority he needed-provided, of course, that he won the upcoming election. But after talking to Sterm about it, Kalens had accepted that an attempt to impose authority over Chiron overtly would risk alienating the Mission"s population. A more subtle approach was called for. "Ultimately, human instincts cling to the known and the familiar," Kalens lectured Borftein later. "A visible commitment to lawfulness as a alternative to the lawlessness of this planet is the way to maintain cohesiveness. We can"t afford to jeopardize that." So Borftein had agreed to try playing the game their way, which hinged upon provisions written into the laws to take account of the abnormal circ.u.mstances of a twenty-year voyage through s.p.a.ce.

To permit rapid and effective response to emergencies, the Mission Director was empowered to suspend the democratic process as represented by Congress, and a.s.sume sole and total authority for the duration of such emergency situations as he saw fit to declare. Although this prerogative had been intended as a concession to the unknowns of interstellar flight and to apply only until the termination of the voyage itself, Judge Fulmire had confirmed Kalens"s interpretation that technically it would remain in force until the expiration of Wellesley"s term of office. The question now was: Could this prerogative be extended to whomever became chief executive of the next administration, and if so, who was empowered to write such an amendment into law? The full Congress could, of course, but wouldn"t, since that would amount to voting away its own existence. Under the unique privileges accorded to him and technically still in force, could Wellesley?

Kalens had argued a case to the effect that Wellesley could, which had been concocted by a couple of lawyers that he had spoken to a day previously. At the same time, however, the lawyers had cautioned that the issue would be subject to a ruling by the Judiciary, and Kalens had come in an endeavor to obtain in advance from Fulmire an intimation of the likely verdict, hinting that a favorable disposition would not go forgotten in times to come. The endeavor had backfired spectacularly.

"I will not be a party to such shenanigans," the Judge exclaimed. "This is all highly irregular, as you well know. A ruling must be subject to all due process, and only to all due process. There the matter must remain. What you are asking is inexcusable."

"Our own people have a right to expect the protection of a properly const.i.tuted legal system, and this planet falls even to possess one," Kalens argued. "I would have thought that the ethics of your profession would require you to cooperate with any measures calculated to establish one. The purpose of this provision is precisely that."

"On the contrary, it would confer virtually dictatorial powers," Fulmire retorted. "There can be no validity in a legality established by illegal means."

"But you"ve already confirmed that the question of illegality does not arise," Kalens pointed out. "The emergency clauses apply until the elections have been held."

"But there is no specifically defined right for the Director to extend that privilege to his successor,"

Fulmire replied. "You cannot attempt to extract any form of a.s.surance from me concerning the possible resolution of such a question. My presuming the right to give any such a.s.surance would be highly illegal, as would be any consequential actions that you might take. I repeat, I have no more to say."

"Then invoke the security provisions," Borftein said, shifting in his chair from weariness with the whole business. "It"s a security matter, isn"t it? The Chironians have left it to us by default, and it"s their security at stake as well as ours. The PaG.o.da"s only two years away. Somebody"s got to take the helm in all this."

Fulmire gestured over the books and doc.u.ments spread across his desk. "The security provisions provide for Congress to vote exceptional powers to the Directorate in the event of demonstrable security demands, and for the Directorate to delegate extraordinary duties to the chief executive once they are voted that power. They do not provide for the chief executive to a.s.sume such duties for himself, and therefore neither can he do so for his successor."

A short silence fell, and the deadlock persisted. Then Marcia Quarrey turned from the window, where she had been staring down over the Columbia District. "I thought you said earlier that there was a provision for ensuring the continuity of extraordinary powers where security considerations require it,"

she said, frowning.

"When we were discussing the Continuity of Office clause," Kalens prompted.

Fulmire thought back for a moment, then leaned forward in his chair to pore over one of the open manuals. "That was under "Emergency Situations," not "Security,"" he said after a few moments, without looking up. "Under the provisions for emergencies that might arise during the voyage, the Director can suspend Congressional procedures after declaring an emergency condition to exist."

"Yes, we know that," Quarrey agreed. "But wasn"t there also something about the same powers pa.s.sing to the Deputy Director?"

Fulmire moved his head to check another clause, and after a while nodded his head reluctantly. "If the Director becomes incapacitated or otherwise excluded from discharging the duties of his office, then the Deputy Director automatically a.s.sumes all powers previously vested in the Director," he stated.

Kalens raised his head sharply. "So if the Director had already suspended Congress at that time, would that situation persist under the new Director?" He thought for a moment, then added, "I would a.s.sume it must. Surely. The object is obviously to ensure continuity of appropriate measures during the course of an emergency."

Fulmire looked uneasy but in the end was forced to nod his agreement. "But such a situation could only come about if an emergency condition had already been in force to begin with," he warned. "It could not be applied in any way to the present circ.u.mstances."

"You don"t think that a ship full of Asiatics coming at us armed to the teeth qualifies as an emergency?"

Borftein asked sarcastically.

"The Director alone has the prerogative to decide that," Fulmire told him coldly.

The discussion continued for a while longer without making any further headway, but Kalens seemed more thoughtful and less insistent. Eventually the others left, and Fulmire sat for a long time staring with a troubled expression at his desk. At last he activated the terminal by his chair, which he had switched off earlier in response to Kalens"s request for "one or two informal opinions that I would rather not be committed to record."

"Which service?" the terminal inquired. "Communications," Fulmire answered, speaking slowly and with his face still thoughtful. "Find Paul Lechat for me and put him through if he"s free, would you. And route this via a secured channel."

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

"THE THING IS, I still can"t understand what motivates these people," Colman remarked to Hanlon as they walked with Jay to Adam"s house. "They all seem to work pretty hard, but why do they work at all when n.o.body pays them anything?"

A groundcar pa.s.sed by and several Chironians waved at them from the windows. "It can"t be quite like that," Jay said. "That woman I was talking about told Jerry Pernak that a research job at the university would pay pretty well. That must have meant something."

"Well, it sure doesn"t pay any money." Colman turned his head toward Hanlon. "What do you say, Bret?"

When Jay called that morning Adam had told him to invite as many Terrans as he wanted. Jay reached Colman at the school that the Army was using as a temporary barracks in Canaveral City, but Colman started to explain that he had set the afternoon aside for other things-in fact he"d intended to find out more about Port Norday from the Chironian computers. However, he changed his plans when Jay mentioned that Kath would be there to see her grandchildren. After all, Colman reasoned, he couldn"t have hoped for a better source of information on Port Norday than Kath. As Hanlon was off duty, Colman had invited him along too.

"I hope you"re not expecting an answer," Hanlon said. "It makes about as much sense to me as Greek..." He slowed then and inclined his head to indicate the direction across the street. "Now, there"s the fella you should be asking," he suggested.

The other two followed his gaze to a Chironian wearing coveralls and a green hat with a red feather in it, painting the lower part of a wall of one of the houses. Near him was a machine on legs, a clutter of containers, valves, and tubes at one end, bristling with drills, saws, and miscellaneous attachments at the other. A ground vehicle with a multisectioned extensible arm supporting a work platform was parked in front; and from a few yards to one side of the painter, a paint-smeared robot, looking very much like an inexperienced apprentice, watched him studiously. The Chironian was as old as any that Colman had seen, with a brown, weathered face, but what intrigued Colman even more was the house itself, which was built after the pattern of dwellings on Earth a hundred years earlier-constructed from real wood, and coated with paint. It was not the first such anachronism that he had seen in Franklin, where designs three centuries old coexisted quite happily alongside maglev cars and genetically modified plants, but he hadn"t had an opportunity to stop and study one before, The painter glanced across and noticed them watching. "Nice day," he commented and continued with his work. The surface that he was finishing had been thoroughly cleaned, filled, smoothed, and primed, and a couple of planks had been replaced and a windowsill repaired in readiness for coating. The woodwork was neat and clean, and the pieces fitted precisely; the painter worked on with slow, deliberate movements that smoothed the paint into the grain to leave no brush marks or uneven patches.

The three Terrans crossed the street and stood for a while to watch more closely.

"Nice job you"re doing," Hanlon remarked at last.

"Glad you think so." The painter carried on.

"It"s a pretty house," Hanlon said after another short silence.

"Yep."

"Yours?"

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