Beowulf's Children

Cadma

Almost on cue, Jessica reappeared. She smiled uncertainly.

"Well-it's been lovely. If I'm not mistaken, I hear Aaron's skeeter."

Mary A

"You're always welcome," Sylvia chimed in.

Mary A

Cadma

"No, thank you." She wrapped a woolen shawl around her shoulders.

"Justin—are you sure you're staying?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

A decided coolness there. Cadma

The door opened, and big Aaron stood framed by the darkening, cloudy sky.

He had aged since the return from the mainland. The last of his boyish qualities were gone, replaced by a rangy, impenetrable quality. "Cadma

"Aaron." They shook hands, hard. Aaron's eyes were frozen. Before now, Cadma

"Are you ready to go?"

Jessica nodded.

Aaron kissed Mary A

Then they were gone.

The skeeter rose up into the orange-black sky. Tau Ceti was near the horizon, and night would be upon them within minutes.

"Did you plant it?" Aaron asked. His big square hands were calm and certain upon the controls.

His hands were always sure, she reflected. Always calm and strong.

"Yes. It will trigger in-" She looked at her watch. "Eighteen minutes."

"I love it when a plan comes together, don't you?"

Jessica was silent.

They swooped down toward the colony.

Chaka saw the way Edgar's face lit up when he saw Trish Chance. It fell as he saw Chaka in her shadow. Little Chaka smiled and held up a satchel. "Coffee too," he said.

"Excellent," Edgar said, and ushered them in with wobbly grace. When his head turned away, Trish mimed Chaka a shrug. Did Edgar delude himself that he and Trish would be making the beast with two backs during this critical period?

Not likely. Aaron had ordered a storm and put it in Edgar's charge. Chaka said, "I'm here in case you run into a glitch. If ‘Dragonsnatch' has to be aborted, I'm one of the not-many who can do that. Got an outlet?"

"There."

Chaka pulled out fine-ground dark-roasted coffee, a flask of milk, mugs, and an espresso-and-steamer device, which he plugged in. He measured water and coffee and set the thing ru

And Trish was rubbing Edgar's neck and shoulders, flirting, maybe, but doing a damn good massage too, Chaka had felt her magic touch. She stepped back as Edgar stretched, yoga fashion.

"Looks good," she said.

Chaka asked, "Didn't you used to have a bad back?"

"Broken. It's healed pretty well. Toshiro's taught me some yoga." Edgar sat down and summoned up a hologram, an abstraction, it seemed... no, it was a hurricane in infrared, as seen from Geographic. They'd beamed it to the National Geographic Society on Earth, a complete recording of another world's major storm. "This was from last year. I'm going to jazz it up a little. Chaka, I'm ready for that magic fluid any time."

The coffee was begi

Many things involving Aaron went unsaid. Nobody on the planet is stronger than Aaron, except Little Chaka Mubutu. So when we go to the mainland, I carry the cook pot. If a grendel came among us, the last man to use a weapon would be Little Chaka. Someone would have to protect me . ...omeone like Aaron Tragon. Little Chaka doesn't compete.

Little Chaka doesn't know how to fight.

The steam jet howled like a fighter jet. Trish jumped: her back was suddenly plated like an armadillo, and she turned with her eyes bugged. Chaka loved doing that... but Edgar never even twitched. When Chaka had the chance to look up, Edgar was moving a whirlpool of cloud over a map of Avalon.

"We want it where people can't see it," he said. "Or can't see it ain't there. So. But the fringe, here, that'll raise hell around Robor. This arm we'll taper off a little... there... matches what Cassandra's predicting. Now here's how it looks from Surf's Up."

Surf's Up was being torn to pieces. Anything lighter than a blockhouse was already gone, fragments floating in the huge waves, or flying through the air.

"Like it? Here's the view from Cadma

"Damn," Trish said. "You're really good."

Edgar preened. He was, and everyone knew it, but he had something else going here.

Trish likely hadn't found Edgar Sikes impressive. Chaka knew her style, and it was domination. But here and now, Edgar Sikes was no schmuck, no mere decoration for a woman. This was Aaron Tragon's wizard, and a wizard makes a risky servant.

"Hey. Chaka? Do you know about a crab that lives in the tops of horsemanes?"

"Sure."

"I wondered why the grendels didn't eat them all."

"Grendels never did climb the big horsemanes. They knocked down smaller ones and ate them. Anything that lived in the top of a big one of those might survive. These do. Dad's studied them. They breed by getting the attention of the pterodons, who see a wiggle of prey in the top of a horsemane, and dive, and get eggs on their feet."

Edgar's fingers were still molding the shape of a hurricane. "What brought it to mind was my back. When Aaron and I climbed that tree. Raced for it. I was wi

He watched the hurricane raging at the hangars. Nodded to himself. He said, "I was a long time healing. Cassandra was still relearning the old medical techniques she lost to Greg's fire. Trish, Chaka, this should do it, and it's set to go. I should be on duty throughout."

"Then we'd better get on the stick," Chaka said. "Here." He'd made Edgar a second cappuccino. Trish set it down for him, and kissed him. Chaka watched that for a bit, then stepped outside.