"I didn"t sleep at all, and I went into the Ravaged Mountains. And there"s no need to get excited, Father" -the old man sat back in his chair-"because as you see, I"m back safely and in one piece."
"But not unaffected," her mother stated, noticing the strangeness in her daughter"s eyes.
"No, Mother, not unaffected. There will be no wedding." Before that lovely woman could reply, Casperdan turned to her father. "Dad, I want the contract of Control. I intend to begin as director of the firm eight o"clock tomorrow morning. No, better make it noon ... I"ll need some sleep." She was smil- 127.
ing faintly. "And I don"t think I"m going to get any right now."
On that she was right. Dandavid, that usually even-tempered but mercurial gentleman, got very, very excited. Between his bellows and her sobs, her mother leveled questions and then accusations at her.
When they found out about the incipient changeover, the investors immediately threatened to challenge it in court-law or no law, they weren"t going to be guided by the decisions of an inexperienced snippet. In fact, of all those affected, the intended bridegroom took it best. After all, he was handsome and intelligent (if not as rich), and could d.a.m.n well find himself another spouse. He wished Casperdan well and consoled himself with his cello.
Her father (for her own good, of course) joined with the investors to challenge his daughter in the courts. He protested most strongly. The investors ranted and pounded their checkbooks.
But the judge was honest, the law machines incorruptible, and the precedents clear. Casperdan got her Contract and a year in which to prove herself.
Her first official action was to rename the firm Dream Enterprises. A strange name, many thought, for an industrial concern. But it was more distinctive than the old one. The investors grumbled, while the advertising men were delighted.
Then began a program of industrial expansion and acquisition unseen on somnolent Calder since the days of settlement. Dream Enterprises was suddenly everywhere and into everything. Mining, manufacturing, raw materials. These new divisions sprouted tentacles of their own and sucked in additional businesses.
Paper and plastics, electronics, nucleonics, hydro-logics and parafoih"ng, insurance and banking, tridee stations and liquid tanking, entertainments and hydroponics and velosheeting.
Dream Enterprises became the wealthiest firm on Calder, then in the entire Stone Crescent.
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Eventually there came a morning when Pericles looked up from his huge lounge in the executive suite and stared across the room at Casperdan in a manner different from before.
The stallion had another line of silver in his mane. The girl had blossomed figuratively and figurewise. Otherwise the years had left them unchanged.
"I"ve booked pa.s.sage for us. Put Rollins in charge. He"s a good man."
"Where are we going?" asked Casperdan. Not why nor for how long, but where. She"d learned a great deal about the horse in the past few years.
"Quaestor."
Sudden sparkle in beautiful green eyes. "And then will you give me back what I once had?"
The horse smiled and nodded. "If everything goes smoothly."
In the Crescent, Dream Enterprises was powerful and respected and kowtowed to. In the Imperial sector it was different. There were companies on the capital planet that would cla.s.sify it as a modest little family business. Bureaucratic trip-wires here ran not for kilometers, but for light-years.
However, Pericles had threaded this maze many times before, and knew both men and mal who worked within the bowels of Imperial Government.
So it was that they eventually found themselves in the offices of Sim-sem Alround, subminister for Unincorporated Imperial Territories.
Physically, Alround wasn"t quite that. But he did have a comfortable bureaucratic belly, a rectangular face framed by long bushy sideburns and curly red hair tinged with white. He wore the current fashion, a monocle. For all that, and his dry occupation, he proved charming and affable.
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a long couch made to resemble solid granite. Pericles preferred to stand.
"You want to buy some land, then?" queried Alround after drinks and pleasantries had been exchanged.
"My a.s.sociate will give you the details," Casperdan informed him. Alround shifted his attention from human to horse without a pause. Naturally he"d a.s.sumed ...
"Yes sir?"
"We wish to purchase a planet," said Pericles. "A small planet... not very important."
Alround waited. Visitors interested in small transactions didn"t get in to see the subminister himself.
"Just one?"
"One will be quite sufficient."
Alround depressed a switch on his desk. A red light flashed on, indicated that all details of the conversation to follow were now being taken down for the Imperial records.
"Purpose of purchase?"
"Development."
"Name of world?"
"Earth."
"All right . . . fine," said the subminister. Abruptly, he looked confused. Then he smiled. "Many planers are called Earth by their inhabitants or discoverers. Which particular Earth is this?"
"The Earth. Birthplace of mankind and malkind. Old Earth. Also known variously as Terra and Sol III."
The subminister shook his head. "Never heard of it."
"It is available, though?"
"We"ll know in a second." Alround studied the screen in his desk.
Actually it took several minutes before the gargantuan complex of metal and plastic and liquid buried deep in the soil beneath them could come up with a reply.
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Dream Done Green "Here it is, finally," said Alround. "Yes, it"s available ... by default, it seems. The price will be . . ." He named a figure which seemed astronomical to Casperdan and insanely low to the horse.
"Excellent!" husked Pericles. "Let us conclude the formalities now."
"Per," Casperdan began, looking at him uncertainly. "I don"t know if we have enough ..."
"Some liquidation* will surely be necessary, Casperdan, but we will manage."
The subminister interrupted: "Excuse me ... there"s something you should know before we go any further. I can sell you Old Earth, but there is an attendant difficulty."
"Problems can be solved, difficulties overcome, obstructions removed," said the horse irritably. "Please get on with it."
Alround sighed. "As you wish." He drummed the required b.u.t.tons. "But you"ll need more than your determination to get around this one.
"You see, it seems no one knows how to get to Old Earth anymore ... or even where it is."
Later, strolling among the teeming mobs of Imperial City, Casperdan ventured a hesitant opinion.
"I take it this means it"s not time for me to receive my part of the dream again?"
"Sadly, no, my friend."
Her tone turned sharp. "Well, what do you intend to do now? We"ve just paid quite an enormous number of credits for a world located in obscurity, around the corner from no place."
"We shall return to Calder," said the horse with finality, "and continue to expand and develop the company." He pulled back thick lips in an equine smile.
"In all the research I did, in all my careful planning and preparation, never once did I consider that the location of the home world might have been lost.
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and scour the skies in sanguine directions. And wait."
A year pa.s.sed, and another, and then they came in small multiples. Dream Enterprises burgeoned and grew, grew and thrived. It moved out of the Stone Crescent and extended its influence into other quadrants. It went into power generation and multiple metallurgy, into core mining and high fashion.
And finally, of necessity, into interstellar shipping.
There came the day when the captain with the stripped-down scoutship was presented to Casperdan and the horse Pericles in their executive office on the two hundred and twentieth floor of the Dream building.
Despite a long, long, lonely journey the captain was alert and smiling. Smiling because the endless trips of dull searching were over. Smiling because he knew the company reward for whoever found a certain aged planet.
Yes, he"d found Old Earth. Yes, it was a long way off, and in a direction only recently suspected. Not in toward the galactic center, but out on the Arm. And yes, he could take them there right away.
The shuttleboat settled down into the atmosphere of the planet. In the distance, a small yellow sun burned smooth and even.
Pericles stood at the observation port of the shuttle as it drifted planetward. He wore a special protective suit, as did Casperdan. She spared a glance at the disconsolate mal. Then she did something she did very rarely. She patted his neck.
"You mustn"t be too disappointed if it"s not what you expected, Per." She was trying to be comforting. "History and reality have a way of not coinciding."
It was quiet for a long time. Then the magnificent head, lowered now, turned to face her, Pericles snorted bleakly.
"My dear, dear Casperdan, I can speak eighteen languages fluently and get by in several more, and 132.
Dream Done Green there are no words in any of them for what I feel. "Disappointment"? Consider a nova and call it warm. Regard Quaestor and label it well-off. Then look at me and call me disappointed."
"Perhaps," she continued, not knowing what else to say, "it will be better on the surface."
It was worse.
They came down in the midst of what the captain called a mild local storm. To Casperdan it was a neat slice of the mythical h.e.l.l.
Stale yellow-brown air whipped and sliced its way over high dunes of dark sand. The uncaring mounds marched in endless waves to the sh.o.r.eline. A dirty, dead beach melted into brackish water and a noisome green sc.u.m covered it as far as the eye could see. A few low scrubs and hearty weeds eked out a perilous existence among the marching dunes, needing only a chance change in the wind to be entombed alive.
In the distance, stark, bare mountains gave promise only of a higher desolation.
Pericles watched the stagnant sea for a long time. Over the intercom his voice was shrunken, the husk of a whisper, those compelling tones beaten down by the moaning wind.
"Is it like this everywhere, Captain?"*
The s.p.a.cer replied unemotionally. "Mostly. I"ve seen far worse worlds, sir ... but this one is sure no prize. If I may be permitted an opinion, I"m d.a.m.ned if J can figure out why you want it."
"Can"t you feel it, Captain?"
"Sir?" The s.p.a.cer"s expression under his facegla.s.s was puzzled.
"No, no. I guess you cannot. But I do, Captain. Even though this is not the Earth I believed in, I still feel it. I fell in love with a dream. The dream seems to have departed long ago, but the memory of it is still here, still here . . ." Another long pause, then, "You said "mostly"?"
"Well, yes." The s.p.a.cer turned and gestured at the distant range. "Being the discovering vessel, we ran a 133.
pretty thorough survey, according to the general directives. There are places-near the poles, in the higher elevations, out in the middle of the three great oceans-where a certain amount of native life still survives. The cycle of life here has been shattered, but a few of the pieces are still around.
"But mostly, it"s like this." He kicked at the sterile sand. "Hot or cold desert-take your pick. The soil"s barren and infertile, the air unfit for man or mal.
"We did find some ruins . . . G.o.d, they were old! You saw the artifacts we brought back. But except for its historical value, this world strikes me as particularly worthless."
He threw another kick at the sand, sending flying shards of mica and feldspar and quartz onto the highways of the wind.
Pericles had been thinking. "We won"t spend much more time here, Captain." The proud head lifted for a last look at the dead ocean. "There"s not much to see."
They"d been back in the offices on Calder only a half-month when Pericles announced his decision.
Dream-partner or no dream-partner, Casperdan exploded.
"You quadrupedal cretin! Warm-blooded sack of fatuous plat.i.tudes! Terraforming is only a theory, a hypothesis in the minds of sick romantics. It"s impossible!"
"No one has ever attempted it," countered the horse, unruffled by her outburst.
"But ... my G.o.d!" Casperdan ran delicate fingers through her flowing blond hair. "There are no facilities for doing such a thing ... no company, no special firms to consult. Why, half the industries that would be needed for such a task don"t even exist."
"They will," Pericles declared.
"Oh, yes? And just where will they spring from?"