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XIX
There were no instant insights, no dramatic revelations and reconciliations. But Ari
His work for his father had stopped being very demanding. He realized he should use the free time he had regained to phase back into his studies. Then he decided that nothing was more impractical than misplaced practicality. Tabitha agreed. She got herself put on inactive duty. Eventually, however, she must return to her island and set her affairs in order, if only for the sake of her partner’s family. Meanwhile he was still confined to Gray.
He phoned Eyath at her rented room: “Uh, would you, uh, care to go for a sail?”
Yes, she said with every quill.
Conditions were less than perfect. As the boat left the bay, rain came walking. The hull skipped over choppy olive-dark waves, tackle athrum water slanted from hidden heaven, long spears which broke on the skin and ran down in cool splinters, rushing where they entered the sea. “Shall we keep on?” he asked.
“I would like to.” Her gaze sought land, a shadow aft. No other Vessels were abroad, nor any flyers. “It’s restful to be this alone.”
He nodded. He had stripped, and the clea
She regarded him from her perch on the cabin top, across the cockpit which separated them. “You had something to tell me,” she said with two words and her body.
“Yes.” The tiller thrilled between his fingers. “Last night, before she left—” In Planha he need speak no further.
“Galemate, galemate,” she breathed. “I rejoice.” She half extended her wings toward him, winced, and withdrew them.
“For always,” he said in awe.
“I could have wished none better than Hrill, for you,” Eyath replied. Sca
He bit his lip.
Eyath waited.
“Tell me,” he forced forth, staring at the deck. “You see us from outside. Am I able to be what she deserves?”
She did not answer at once. Startled not to receive the immediate yea he had expected, Ari
Finally she said, “I believe she is able to make you able.”
He nursed the wound. Eyath began to apologize, summoned resolution and did not. “I have long felt,” she told him, “that you needed someone like Hrill to show you that — show you how — what is wrong for my folk is right, is the end and meaning of life, for yours.”
He mustered his own courage to say, “I knew the second part of that in theory. Now she comes as the glorious fact. Oh, I was jealous before. I still am, maybe I will be till I die, unable to help myself. She, though, she’s worth anything it costs. What I am learning, Eyath, my sister, is that she is not you and you are not her, and it is good that you both are what you are.”
“She has given you wisdom.” The Ythrian hunched up against the rain.
Ari
She raised her head to look wildly upon him.
“Was that worse than what befell her?” he challenged. “I don’t ask for pity” — human word — “because of past foolishness, but I do think my lot was more hard than either of yours, the years I wasted imagining bodily love can ever be bad, imagining it has any real difference from the kind of love I bear to you, Eyath. Now we’ll have to right each other. I want you to share my hopes.”
She sprang down from the cabin, stumbled to him and folded him in her wings. Her head she laid murmuring against his shoulder. Raindrops glistened within the crest like jewels of a crown.
The treaty was signed at Fleurville on a day of late winter. Little ceremony was involved and the Ythrian delegates left almost at once. “Not in very deep anger,” Ekrem Saracoglu explained to Luisa Cajal, who had declined his invitation to attend. “By and large, they take their loss philosophically. But we couldn’t well ask them to sit through our rituals.” He drew on his cigaret. “Frankly, I too was glad to get off that particular hook.”
He had, in fact, simply made a televised statement and avoided the solemnities afterward. A society like Esperance’s was bound to mark the formal end of hostilities by slow marches and slower thanksgiving services.
That was yesterday. The weather continued mild on this following afternoon, and Luisa agreed to come to di
They walked in the garden, she and he, as often before. Around paths which had been cleared, snow decked the beds, the bushes and boughs, the top of the wall, still white although it was melting, here and there making thin chimes and gurgles as the water ran. No flowers were left outdoors, the air held only dampness, and the sky was an even-dove-gray. Stillness lay beneath it, so that footfalls scrunched loud on gravel.
“Besides,” he added, “it was a relief to see the spokesman for Avalon and his cohorts board their, ship. The secret-service men I’d assigned to guard them were downright ecstatic.”
“Really?” She glanced up, which gave him a chance to dwell on luminous eyes, tip-tilted nose, lips always parted as if in a child’s eagerness. But she spoke earnestly — too earnestly, too much of the time, damn it “I knew there had been some idiot anonymous death threats against them. Were you that worried?”
He nodded. “I’ve come to know my dear Esperandans. When Avalon dashed their original jubilation — well, you’ve seen and heard the stuff about ‘intransigent militarists.’ ” He wondered if his fur cap hid his baldness or reminded her of it. Maybe he should break down and get a scalp job.
Troubled, she asked, “Will they ever forget… both sides?”
“No,” he said. “I do expect grudges will fade. We’ve too many mutual interests, Terra and Ythri, to make a family fight into a blood feud. I hope.”
“We were more generous than we had to be. Weren’t we? Like letting them keep Avalon. Won’t that count?”
“It should.” Saracoglu gri
“I know,” she said, a bit impatiently.
He chuckled. “You also know I like to hear myself talk.”
She grew wistful. “I’d love to visit Avalon.”
“Me too. Especially for the sociological interest. I wonder if that planet doesn’t foreshadow the distant future.”
“How?”
He kept his slow pace and did not forget her arm resting on his; but he squinted before him and said out of his most serious thought, “The biracial culture they’re creating. Or that’s creating itself; you can’t plan or direct a new-current in history. I wonder if that wasn’t the source of their resistance — like an alloy or a two-phase material, many times stronger than either part that went into it. We’ve a galaxy, a cosmos to fill—”
My, what a mixed bag of metaphors, including this one, gibed his mind. He laughed inwardly, shrugged outwardly, and finished: “Well, I don’t expect to be around for that. I don’t even suppose I’ll have to meet the knottier consequences of leaving Avalon with Ythri.”
“What could those be?” Luisa wondered. “You just said it was the only thing to do.”
“Indeed. I may be expressing no more than the natural pessimism of a man whose lunch at Government House was less than satisfactory. Still, one can imagine. The Avalonians, both races, are going to feel themselves more Ythrian than the Ythrians. I anticipate future generations of theirs will supply the Domain with an abnormal share, possibly most of its admirals. Let us hope they do not in addition supply it with revanchism. And under pacific conditions, Avalon, a unique world uniquely situated, is sure to draw more than its share of trade — more important, brains, which follow opportunity. The effects of that are beyond foreseeing.”