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“We needed time,” said Van Rijn. “Time to modify the extra field pieces, making up for what we lost at Ma
“Why? They’re not portable, without trains. And to make matters worse that motherless Delp has torn up the rails!”
“Oh, yes, they are portable. My young friend Wace has done a little redesigning. Knocked down, with females and cubs to help, everyone carrying a single small piece or two — we can tote a heavy battery of weapons, by damn!”
“I know. You’ve explained all this before. And I repeat: what will we use them against? If we set them up at some particular spot, the La
“We shall,” said Van Rijn imperturbably. “Come, I will go talk at these puff-head councilors.”
He stuck his head in the door: “Wace, boy, best you start to pack what we have. Soon we transport it.”
“I heard you,” said the younger man.
“Good. You make the work here, I make the politicking, so it goes along fine, nie?” Van Rijn rubbed shaggy fists, beamed, and shuffled off with Trolwen and Tolk.
Wace stared after him, into the blind fog-wall. “Yes,” he said. “That’s how it has been. We work, and he talks. Very equitable!”
“What do you mean?” Sandra raised her head from the table at which she sat marking gun parts with a small paintbrush. A score of females were working beside her.
“What I said. I wonder why I don’t say it to his face. I’m not afraid of that fat parasite, and I don’t want his mucking paycheck any more.” Wace waved at the mill and its sooty confusion. “Do this, do that, he says, and then strolls off again. When I think how he’s eating food which would keep you alive—”
“You do not understand?” She stared at him for a moment. “No, I think maybe you have been too busy, all the time here, to stop and think. And before then, you were a small-job man without the art of government, not?”
“What do you mean?” he echoed her. He regarded her with eyes washed-out and bleared by fatigue.
“Maybe later. Now we must hurry. Soon we will leave this town, and everything must be set to go.”
This time she had found a place for her hands, in the ten or fifteen Earth-days since Ma
Neither she nor Wace had stopped for much sleep. They had not even paused to wonder greatly what use there would be for their labor.
“Old Nick did say something about attacking the Fleet itself,” muttered Wace. “Has he gone uncon? Are we supposed to land on the water and assemble our catapults?”
“Perhaps,” said Sandra. Her tone was serene. “I do not worry so much any more. Soon it will be all decided because we have food for just four Earth-weeks or less.”
“We can last at least two months without eating at all,” he said.
“But we will be weak.” She dropped her gaze. “Eric—”
“Yes?” He left his mill-powered obsidian-toothed circular saw, and came over to stand above her. The dull rush light caught drops of fog in her hair, they gleamed like tiny jewels.
“Soon… it will make no matter what I do… there will be hard work, needing strength and skill I have not… maybe fighting, where I am only one more bow, not a very strong bow even.” Her fingernails whitened where she gripped her brush. “So when it comes to that, I will eat no more. You and Nicholas take my share.”
“Don’t be a fool,” he said hoarsely.
She sat up straight, turned around and glared at him. Her pale cheeks reddened. “Do you not be the fool, Eric Wace,” she snapped. “If I can give you and him just one extra week where you are strong — where your hunger does not keep you from even thinking clearly — then it will be myself I save too, perhaps. And if not, I have only lost one or two worthless weeks. Now get back to your machine!”
He watched her, for some small while, and his heart thuttered. Then he nodded and returned to his own work.
And down the trails to an open place of harsh grass, where the Council sat on a cliff s edge, Van Rijn picked his steadily swearing way.
The elders of La
“In the name of the All-Wise, we are met,” said the commander ritually. “Let sun and moons illumine our minds. Let the ghosts of our grandmothers lend us their guidance. May I not shame those who flew before me, nor those who come after.” He relaxed a trifly. “Well, my officers, it’s decided we can’t stay here. I’ve brought the Eart’a to advise us. Will you explain the alternatives to him?”
A gaunt, angry-eyed old La
“By the commander’s invitation,” said Tolk smoothly.
“I mean… Herald, let’s not twist words. You know what I mean. The Ma
Trolwen’s eyes were troubled. “Are there further challenges?” he asked, in a very low voice.
An indignant mumble went down the lines. “Yes yes… yes… let him answer, if he can.”
Van Rijn turned turkey red and began to swell like a frog.
“The Eart’a has been challenged in Council,” said Trolwen. “Does he wish to reply?”
He sat back then, waiting like the others.
Van Rijn exploded.
“Pest and damnation! Four million worms cocoon-ing in hell! How long am I to be saddled with stupid ungratefuls? How many politicians and brass hats have You Up There plagued this universe with?” He waved his fists in the air and screamed. “Satan and sulfur! It is not to be stood! If you are all so hot to make suicides for yourselves, why does poor old Van Rijn have to hold on to your coat tails all the time? Perbacco, you stop insulting me or I stuff you down your own throats!” He advanced like a moving mountain, roaring at them. The nearest councilors flinched away.
“Eart’a… sir… officer… please!” whispered Trolwen.
When he had them sufficiently browbeaten, Van Rijn said coldly: “All rights. I tell you, by damn. I give you good advices and you stupid them up and blame me — but I am a poor patient old man, not like when I was young and strong no, I suffer it with Christian meekness and keep on giving you good advices.
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