Foreigner - Explorer. Part 11

Asicho finished his pigtail with breathless haste. Narani arrived to supervise Bindanda and Jeladi and be sure of the lace. Banichi and Jago were, meanwhile, managing for themselves, he was sure, while he accepted the help a lord needed, all of them hurrying, accurate, calm in the way his staff had been calm dressing him for court warfare.

One a.s.sumed the cylinder had by now found its way to the dowager's attention at such an hour; one very well knew Cenedi knew, and that courtesy was done. Handled. One thing of all the things on his agenda was done and nailed down tight.

A siren blew briefly. s.p.a.ce, that had held them in a mind-fogged grip for day upon day of perceived time, was about to unfold itself, taking them back into reality with it.

Not his favorite thing. G.o.d, no. A lot like landings in airplanes. Or s.p.a.ce shuttles.

He was, however, formally dressed. Ready for whatever happened.

"Fifteen minutes to drop," the intercom informed them.

He received a vexed message from the dowager. Could not the s.h.i.+p-aijiin arrange such events at a more civilized hour?

"This is the captain speaking." Sabin's voice, not Jase's, in dead calm, near monotone. "We are beginning procedures for arrival. All non-essential crew to quarters. Take hold, take hold, take hold."

Official, then. Sabin was in charge over their heads and crew, all the great majority of personnel that maintained non-critical stations and operations, was to tuck down and remain invisible and out of the way for the duration.

Jago arrived, dressed in her best-armed, though what good that did against their current situation he had no idea, nor, surely, had Jago. The weaponry was an expression of support, of professional attention to detail.

"One believes we should take our seats," he said calmly, and settled down in a broad, comfortable, bolted chair, carefully arranging his coat tails. Jago took the other. The rest of staff had such accommodations in the security station, where Banichi likely sat; or in their own accommodations, where they could ride comfortably belted down in bed.

"Stand by." C1's advis.e.m.e.nt, the calm clear voice of senior communications.

The slight muzziness of their days of transit increased, convinced the senses that the s.h.i.+p was sliding sideways, then forward.

His staff took it far, far better than he did. His stomach felt very queasy, and he didn't want to shut his eyes: sense-deprivation only made it worse.

Boarding a plane. He was scarcely out of his teens. Scarcely out of university.

Coming in at Shejidan, ahead of a cargo of tinned fish and electronics, all the tiled roofs spread out below him. It rained, common enough in spring. The tiled roofs became more textured, more real, slicked and s.h.i.+ning, while the surrounding hills veiled themselves in rain and cloud.

The Bu-javid sat on its hill, mysterious, indistinct in blowing rain. He'd live there one day. He hadn't imagined it, then. But he'd have an apartment high on that northern wing, just that window...

Explosion of gunfire, amid golden fields. They were shooting at targets, and Tabini-aiji, tall, slender, skilled marksman, popping branches off a dead limb, while a novice human paidhi tried to figure why the unprecedented invitation, and trying to hold his own firearm steady and not shoot the servants. Illegal for him to have the gun, but the aiji invited him, and he asked himself what the motive might be.

Shot in the dark, in the spring night, with a shadow outside the blowing draperies and the smell of djossi flowers on the heavy air.

A very foolish, very young human interpreter diving out of bed and behind the unlikely cover of the mattress.

Banichi had found him there. Found him, and traded guns with him, and covered what might have been a deep secret among atevi lords.

Keep him safe, Tabini had ordered Banichi and Jago, and who could have known they'd one day be guarding his life this far from home?

Keep him safe. Was ever a man luckier in his a.s.sociates?

Breakfast on a balcony, in a thin coat, freezing, drinking burning-hot tea before it chilled to ice. Breakfast with the dowager, who hadn't needed a coat.

Breakfast and a broken arm.

And an end of all easy a.s.sumptions, all confidence in what humans believed about atevi intentions and the atevi's choices for their future.

That breakfast had led him here, wherever here here was beginning to be. was beginning to be.

Down, now, increasingly down, an illusion of falling through s.p.a.ce faster and faster, weightless for a moment.

Then here.

Here.

Suddenly at rest, when intellect knew they weren't: that the s.h.i.+p was still going faster than a planet-bred imagination easily grasped.

But down felt down again, as if it had never been different-at least a planet-habituated stomach felt very rea.s.sured by the current state of affairs. The safe universe had fractured and someone had fixed it. Very nice, very rea.s.suring.

That meant they had arrived. s.p.a.ce had straightened itself out. And he had to move. Quickly, by Jase's advis.e.m.e.nt.

He got up, and Jago got up.

"We'll go up to the bridge," he said, as if he proposed a trip down the hall at home. Thoughts were suddenly easier. He remembered remembered things. One didn't have to nail every thought to the wall. things. One didn't have to nail every thought to the wall.

But now he wasn't sure any of his prior reasoning about the log records made thorough sense.

Jago tugged her jacket smooth. He adjusted his coat. They went out to find Banichi. Staff had turned out into the corridor, too, understanding that events would flow rapidly in this arrival.

"This is the senior captain speaking," the intercom speakers said suddenly. "Early indications indicate arrival in Reunion System. General crew will stay in cabins until further notice."

They had had arrived. Banichi met them at the security center, where Asicho waited, ready to take up her watch at the boards. Narani had accompanied them down the corridor. So did Bin-danda and Jeladi. They all gathered outside the security station, all his household, all awaiting information and instructions on which their safety might depend. arrived. Banichi met them at the security center, where Asicho waited, ready to take up her watch at the boards. Narani had accompanied them down the corridor. So did Bin-danda and Jeladi. They all gathered outside the security station, all his household, all awaiting information and instructions on which their safety might depend.

All relying on him.

And in the same instant he grasped that distressing thought, the dowager's apartment door opened and the dowager exited her rooms-with Cajeiri in tow. In court dress. It was not a casual expedition. Cajeiri in tow. In court dress. It was not a casual expedition.

Ilisidi, Cajeiri, Cenedi. One of the senior staff carried a fair-sized packet wrapped in a tablecloth-lunch, one greatly feared.

They had notions where they were going. had notions where they were going.

Cajeiri, too, had a small wallet tucked under his arm, which Bren feared was not lunch.

And had he somehow implied, in his general muzziness, that the senior captain had cleared them them to come up? There was nothing that stopped a tidal wave to come up? There was nothing that stopped a tidal wave or or the aiji-dowager once a.s.sumptions had gone this far. She was dressed. She was in motion. the aiji-dowager once a.s.sumptions had gone this far. She was dressed. She was in motion.

And, granted Sabin was going to have the proverbial litter of kittens, the dowager was a resource the paidhiin could well use close at hand if things came unhinged.

"Go," Ilisidi said with an impatient wave of her cane, as if she were not the one arriving late. "Go, go, nadiin. For what do we wait?"

"Nandi." Bren stood aside to prefer her and Cajeiri, and both their bodyguards folded in behind.

Chapter Five.

THE SENIOR CAPTAIN would be too busy to lodge strong objections, Bren said to himself, watching the lift level indicator flick numbers past. And the captain did expect him, and expected help.

"The s.h.i.+p-aiji believes we have indeed arrived at our destination, aiji-ma," he said as the lift rose. "One isn't quite sure how they know, but one supposes they find familiar indications."

Ilisidi gave an indelicate snort. "High time."

The lift stopped at its appointed level. The doors opened and they walked out into that neck of the lift foyer that had no view of the bridge, only of the administrative offices beyond.

So far, so good.

Jase stood in view, beside the short screening wall. The lift noise had not gone unnoticed. Whatever his opinion, Jase kept perfectly deadpan, poker-stiff as they walked toward him, beyond that curtain wall and into full view of the bridge. Captain Sabin, in those narrow aisles of techs at consoles, stood there, watching over the situation, occupied, at the moment, at a console in the middle aisle.

"Four jump seats to your right," Jase muttered in Ragi. "Emergency cabinet is next to them. Go there if alert sounds."

Bren spotted the seats and the access-the takehold cabinet was, in effect, the curtain wall itself, and their party certainly exceeded the safety seating.

Then Sabin pa.s.sed a cold glance over the atevi invasion, and strode toward them.

"Mr. Cameron." The voice of doom.

"Additional opinions, ma'am. A valuable point of view."

"The kid kid is a point of view?" is a point of view?"

"I a.s.sure you there'll be no disturbance, Captain." Bren fervently hoped so, and said, in Ragi, "One must wait in patience, aiji-ma. There are seats over there for you and the young gentleman, should you wish, and one advises their use. This may be hours in progress."

"We shall undoubtedly avail ourselves of the chairs, paidhi-ji." Ilisidi leaned on her cane and looked about her. There was no general image view, except one small screen forward, which was uninformatively black, and Ilisidi scanned it, and the general surrounds. "So. Hardly more than a security station. And where will Reunion be?"

"Far distant, nand' dowager," Jase said, interceding. "Even so the s.h.i.+p is going very fast in the direction of the star, about which one will find three very large planets. Reunion orbits the one nearest to the sun."

"There are no persons on these planets, is this so, Jase-nandi?"

Ever so careful of the protocols: a considerate honor from the dowager in Jase's native territory-to which Jase gave an ever-so-little bow, Ragi-style. "The dowager is of course correct. They're hardly more than b.a.l.l.s of natural gas and nitrogen."

"Fertilizer." The dowager gave a wry laugh. "So. So. Let us not interrupt your work, s.h.i.+p-aijiin."

"Nand' dowager." Correct address for a great lady no longer his his lady: Jase used the remote, not the personal lady: Jase used the remote, not the personal ma ma-and drew aside to continue, as Sabin did, a slow patrol of the aisles among the four rows of technicians.

Everything was going well. Very well. They were still alive. Sabin had, with a baleful stare, accepted their help. But there was noise from the lift nearby, unregistered in the moment.

The lift had gone down: not unusual. The car resided in mid-levels. But now it ascended a second time, opened its door and let out, G.o.d help them, Ginny and her chief engineer, Jerry; and one now had to ask how many they could cram into that emergency cabinet if the s.h.i.+p had to move.

"What's this?" Sabin Sabin had stepped into line of vision, too, and confronted the Mospheirans. Jerry had also brought, one saw, a sack lunch-like Mospheirans on holiday, Bren thought, the pernicious national habit. Dared one say it lent a very surreal feeling to the moment? had stepped into line of vision, too, and confronted the Mospheirans. Jerry had also brought, one saw, a sack lunch-like Mospheirans on holiday, Bren thought, the pernicious national habit. Dared one say it lent a very surreal feeling to the moment?

"Moral support," Ginny said. "And advice, where needed."

"h.e.l.l," Sabin said sharply, gave Bren a withering look-I didn't didn't was the gut-level response, but he kept that useless protest behind his teeth, and Sabin forbore to order the lot of them off the bridge. "Keep it quiet. And keep out of my way." was the gut-level response, but he kept that useless protest behind his teeth, and Sabin forbore to order the lot of them off the bridge. "Keep it quiet. And keep out of my way."

"Takehold shelter," Bren advised the newcomers quietly, with a gesture toward the cabinet. Ginny and Jerry took a look and had that information.

So they were all represented here aft of the bridge-all there but the residents of the s.h.i.+p, the run of the crew who ran the systems that didn't have to do with conditions outside the hull.

The ones Ramirez had lied to so early, the last time they'd made this approach.

One wondered if there was, this time, a live video feed belowdecks-or-so basic was the supposition that what one saw on the monitor was real-one had to wonder if what was up there at the moment in front of the bridge crew was real.

Jase would know. Surely Jase would know.

And one reminded oneself that Sabin, with all her other faults, had taken a stand in favor of truth. At least she had advertised that to be the case.

She wouldn't possibly lie about that.

Would she?

"Mani-ma." Whisper from Cajeiri. "May one see the screens up close?"

"One certainly may not, great-grandson."

"What are they doing, mani-ma?"

"What the s.h.i.+p-aiji bids them do, young sir, and a wise young sir would leave them to do it undistracted before they crash this s.h.i.+p."

"One would never distract them, mani-ma. One only-"

Thump! went the ferrule of the cane against the deck. Ginny and her companion jumped. Technicians jumped. Both captains turned to look.

And, meeting utter atevi and Mospheiran propriety, the two captains turned back to their work. The technicians never had looked away from the screens and instruments, not a one.

Bren took a deep breath.

"Is everything all right?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, ordinary," Bren said. "The young aiji would like to see the view."

"So would we all," Ginny said.

Presumably the image above them was indeed valid as it s.h.i.+fted... magnified, became centered on twin points of light.

A star? A planet?

They stood in silence a lengthy period of time, Cajeiri fidgeting with his pockets, and his parcel, and finally receiving a reprimand.

The view s.h.i.+fted again, and the points of light became larger, and resolved into a disc and a dimmer point, dimmer, flickering, and resolving, and resolving again as Sabin and Jase moved routinely from station to station.

The next resolution shut out the brighter object entirely. The smaller light source became very likely a s.p.a.ce station, rotating, showing one great dark patch.