Part 6 (1/2)

Viktor saw Reesa sitting there cross-legged on the spiky Newmanhome gra.s.s, sharing a blanket with Billy Stockbridge. That was displeasing; he hadn't really taken his mother's remarks seriously. He was no more pleased to see Jake Lundy in the cla.s.s. Viktor didn't really like Jake Lundy-hadn't since they had first met, in the long-ago school days when Lundy was the older kid sometimes stuck with supervising the young ones, and something of a bully. It didn't help that Jake, a little older than Viktor, had managed to land one of the coveted jobs as aircraft aircraft pilot, instead of being stuck with a surface s.h.i.+p. It also happened to be true (as Viktor knew) that Jake Lundy was the father of Reesa's older child-not that that had anything to do with Viktor's feelings about the man, of course. pilot, instead of being stuck with a surface s.h.i.+p. It also happened to be true (as Viktor knew) that Jake Lundy was the father of Reesa's older child-not that that had anything to do with Viktor's feelings about the man, of course.

When Viktor approached the group his father paused in his lecture long enough to give him a combination of a welcoming nod and a peremptory gesture to take a seat. Viktor sat near enough to Reesa so that she could talk to him if she wanted to, yet far enough away that he wasn't obviously seeking conversation. She gave him a quick, absent smile and returned to the lesson.

Viktor's father wasn't looking well. Though his artificial limb was a high-tech device as close to the real thing as any machine could be, he limped as he moved around the teaching machine, and his voice was hoa.r.s.e as he explained the natural sequence of star types Hertzsprung and Russell had described centuries earlier. It seemed to Viktor that the old man's hands were shaking, too. But he paid attention to the lecture, and when it was finished and Pal Sorricaine asked for questions, Viktor's hand shot up.

”What's this about s.p.a.ce piloting?” he demanded.

The dozen students grinned tolerantly at him.

”If you'd stay around Homeport you'd know these things, Viktor,” Pal said. ”We'll have rocket fuel soon, from the gas-liquefying plants they're building for the freezers. The council decided weeks ago that as soon as New Argosy New Argosy arrives we'll start s.p.a.ce exploration again. So I volunteered to give a refresher course on astrophysics, for anyone who wants to try for astronaut training.” arrives we'll start s.p.a.ce exploration again. So I volunteered to give a refresher course on astrophysics, for anyone who wants to try for astronaut training.”

”Why astrophysics, though?” Viktor asked his father. ”I mean, why not something useful, like navigation?” It seemed to him a natural and harmless question, but his father scowled.

Pal rubbed his lips. ”It's my course, Viktor,” he said, his voice hostile. ”If you don't want to take it, go away.”

Unexpectedly, a female voice spoke up. ”But I think your son is right, Pal,” the woman said, and stood up on the far side of the crowd. It was Ibtissam Khadek, looking older than Victor remembered her, and quite determined. ”We know that your personal interest is in such things as theoretical cosmology and your so-called Sorricaine-Mtiga objects,” she went on, looking around for support, ”but for most of us here, what we want is to go into s.p.a.ce. go into s.p.a.ce. To explore this whole solar system, of which we know so little-and to do it now, please. In my case, before I am too old to be accepted for a s.h.i.+p's crew.” To explore this whole solar system, of which we know so little-and to do it now, please. In my case, before I am too old to be accepted for a s.h.i.+p's crew.”

Pal Sorricaine looked astonished, and then resentful, and then surly. ”There's nothing to keep you from starting a course of your own, Tiss,” he pointed out.

The astronomer shook her head. ”We shouldn't be competing,” she said sweetly. ”We should be working together, don't you think? For instance! When my grandfather first described this system, he of course marked Enki”-how like the woman, Viktor thought, to insist on calling familiar Newmanhome by its Babylonian name!-”as the most habitable planet, but he specifically listed the brown dwarf, Nergal, as the one most important to observe. It's our plain duty to take a good look at it, for the sake of science!”

”We're looking at Nergal all the time,” Pal Sorricaine protested. ”We've got millions of pictures. Ark's Ark's instruments are covering it routinely.” instruments are covering it routinely.”

”I am not speaking of routine,” routine,” Khadek cried. ”I am speaking of a dedicated Khadek cried. ”I am speaking of a dedicated mission.” mission.”

”But why Nergal?” Jake Lundy put in. ”For that matter, why don't we look at Nebo? I think that's even more interesting, because we all know it's been changing! Your grandfather said it had almost no water vapor in its atmosphere, but now it's so clouded we can hardly see the surface-why is that?”

”You are right,” Tiss Khadek conceded graciously. ”Of course we should do both. But, I think, Nergal first-after all, it is the first brown dwarf anyone has had the chance to observe.”

Viktor started to open his mouth to get into the discussion, but Reesa's warm hand pulled him toward her. ”Look what you've started!” she whispered, while the argument raged around them. ”Why did you come here?”

”I've got as much right to be here as you do,” he whispered hotly back, and then was compelled to add, ”Anyway, I was looking for you. I, uh, I thought I'd spend a little time with Yan today. I mean, it's my birthday.”

”Of course it is,” she said testily. She looked at him closely, then nodded. ”I'm going back to feed the kids as soon as this is over, then I'll bring them back up here for the fireworks and the dancing . . . if you want to come.”

”All right,” Viktor agreed-and then saw that his father had quelled the discussion and was looking at him dangerously.

”We're going on with the cla.s.s now,” Pal Sorricaine said loudly. ”Anybody has anything to say on any other subject, we can take that up after the lesson. Now! Are there any questions about stellar evolution?”

Viktor walked his father back to their home-helped him, actually, because the old man's artificial leg was giving him trouble again, and besides he had disappeared into the dome for a moment by himself before he was willing to leave. Viktor didn't have to ask his father the reason. He could smell it on the old man's breath.

”Dad?” Viktor offered, halfway down. ”I'm sorry if I messed up your cla.s.s.”

His father gave him a discouraged look. ”That's all right,” he panted gruffly. ”Ouch!” He stopped to rub his thigh, then put a hand on Viktor's shoulder and limped on. ”It's not you,” he said. ”It's that Tiss Khadek mostly. She keeps trying to get the whole bunch fired up about her pet Nergal.” He winced. ”Would you mind if we didn't talk right now? This is hard work-”

”Of course, Dad,” Viktor said, but not happily. It was difficult, looking at this shrunken old man, to remember the strong man with the laughing blue eyes who had tossed him in his arms on New Mayflower. New Mayflower. When at last they got to his parents' home, Pal Sorricaine sank wearily into a chair. When at last they got to his parents' home, Pal Sorricaine sank wearily into a chair.

Viktor was shocked to see even more weariness on his mother's face. Nevertheless she greeted him joyously-put up her face to be kissed, told him he looked as though he wasn't eating enough, and winked that there was a surprise waiting for him. He didn't have to guess at the surprise. He knew his mother would have seen the s.h.i.+p in dock and would long since have baked a cake for his birthday.

But she was beginning to look tired and, well, almost old. old. When he said something she said firmly it was just that she'd had a hard day. The two new children drained a lot of her energy, coupled with the demands of her job-it was a busy time for agronomists, she told him. ”Agronomists?” Viktor repeated, startled. ”I thought that was just your, you know, kind of hobby.” When he said something she said firmly it was just that she'd had a hard day. The two new children drained a lot of her energy, coupled with the demands of her job-it was a busy time for agronomists, she told him. ”Agronomists?” Viktor repeated, startled. ”I thought that was just your, you know, kind of hobby.”

”It started out that way, Vik,” she sighed. ”But I've switched over. I did have undergraduate courses, you know, and-well, feeding people seemed more important than building more machines. And now, with new cultivars to clone and test every time someone starts planning to plant a new microenvironment, they need all the help they can get.”

”And then she helps me, too,” his father put in, looking slightly recovered.

Viktor blinked. ”Teaching your course?” he guessed, incredulous.

”No, of course not teaching my course. Except in a way, maybe-I mean, she's been helping to download the data banks from Ark Ark and and Mayflower. Mayflower. We've set up new storage by the power plants and the freezers, so in case anything happens to those s.h.i.+ps-” We've set up new storage by the power plants and the freezers, so in case anything happens to those s.h.i.+ps-”

”Nothing can happen to the s.h.i.+ps,” Viktor said, shocked.

”Something might,” his father said firmly. ”Then we'd be screwed for fair. Do you know how long it would take to get everything retransmitted from Earth? But we've already got most of the astrophysical files duplicated here,” he finished, looking pleased for the first time. ”That was a big job. Do you know, I think that calls for a drink.”

And they had one . . . except that his father had two. And Viktor began to understand what put those worry lines on his mother's face. It wasn't just hard work. What was aging her was worry about her husband.

Viktor was glad enough for the little birthday party and the company of young Edwina and the two brats, but he was even more glad when he got away.

When he got back to the top of the hill it was dusk, and the dancing had already begun. Viktor searched the dancers. They were in a double circle of couples, men and women singing softly to themselves in Spanish as the three-piece fiddle-guitar-and-drum band played something with a Mexican lilt. It was a corrido, corrido, and Viktor saw Reesa in the inner circle, holding right hands at shoulder height with-h.e.l.l, yes! He scowled. It was Billy Stockbridge again. and Viktor saw Reesa in the inner circle, holding right hands at shoulder height with-h.e.l.l, yes! He scowled. It was Billy Stockbridge again.

But Reesa was not the only young woman among the dancers. When the next tune started Viktor grabbed a pretty young tractor driver and whirled her through a square dance. And then he was caught up in the fun of the dancing itself. He hardly noticed when he found himself with Reesa as his partner, swinging her around wildly, her laughing and panting, leaning against his arm around her waist. They did the krakowiak- krakowiak-hop, click heels, stamp; stamp; they did the macho Greek dances and the slow Israeli ones. When Reesa sat out one dance to nurse the baby, Yan, Viktor didn't even miss her, though when it was over he came to where she was sitting on the blanket, the baby at her breast. It was only a little annoyance that Freddy Stockbridge was sitting there, too. Freddy wasn't dancing. He wasn't reading his prayer book, either, because it was too dark for that, but Viktor noticed with irritation that Freddy had put on a clerical collar for the occasion. they did the macho Greek dances and the slow Israeli ones. When Reesa sat out one dance to nurse the baby, Yan, Viktor didn't even miss her, though when it was over he came to where she was sitting on the blanket, the baby at her breast. It was only a little annoyance that Freddy Stockbridge was sitting there, too. Freddy wasn't dancing. He wasn't reading his prayer book, either, because it was too dark for that, but Viktor noticed with irritation that Freddy had put on a clerical collar for the occasion.

Reesa looked up at Viktor, her face flushed and happy. ”They're going to start the fireworks in a minute,” she said. ”Why don't you sit with us? Freddy, go get us some wine.”

Viktor eased himself down to the blanket beside her, watching the sleepy little mouth of his son sucking absentmindedly at Reesa's breast. He glanced after the disappearing Freddy.

”I thought priests were supposed to be celibate,” he said.

”Mind your own business,” Reesa told him. Then, relenting, she said, ”I guess Freddy is. He just likes children. He's real good about baby-sitting for me.”

”Doesn't take after his brother, then,” Viktor observed, but the way Reesa's face tightened told him not to pursue the subject. Anyway, a pistol-shot sound in the air and a gasp from the crowd marked the first of the fireworks. They quieted to watch the display as Freddy came stumbling back with three cups of wine. Viktor helped Reesa cover his sleeping little son, tucking him in next to her already sound asleep toddler. Viktor was beginning to feel really good. The fireworks were brilliant and lovely to look at, under the warm Newmanhome sky. And then, when they were over, they did the last few dances, ending with the sweet, slow Misirlou. Misirlou. Misirlou means ”beloved” in Greek. Perhaps that was why, when the last dance was over, Viktor looked around. Neither Jake Lundy nor Billy Stockbridge was nearby, so he offered quickly, ”I'll help you get the kids home, if you want.” Misirlou means ”beloved” in Greek. Perhaps that was why, when the last dance was over, Viktor looked around. Neither Jake Lundy nor Billy Stockbridge was nearby, so he offered quickly, ”I'll help you get the kids home, if you want.”

Reesa didn't object. Freddy looked annoyed but drifted away. The two of them shared the sleeping children, Viktor carrying the toddler and Reesa the baby, Yan, as they walked down the hill. They didn't speak for a while, and then Viktor remembered a question on his mind. ”What's this astrophysics cla.s.s all about?” he demanded.

”It's just what your father said it is,” she said shortly. She looked at him with curiosity. ”I noticed today you're all sunburned,” she accused. ”What do you do, lounge around on the deck all day to get that he-man tan for the girls? Do you want to wreck your skin?”

He refused to be diverted. ”No, really,” he insisted. ”Do you think knowing how to tell a Wolf-Rayet star from an ordinary O is going to help you get to be a s.p.a.ce pilot-twenty years from now?”

”It might,” she said seriously. ”And it might not be twenty years; Argosy Argosy has small s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps ready to go, you know, and it's due pretty soon now.” has small s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps ready to go, you know, and it's due pretty soon now.”

”Sure, when Argosy Argosy lands,” Viktor scoffed. It was what everybody said when they didn't have something they really wanted: it would certainly be somewhere in the third s.h.i.+p's limitless treasure of stores. ”What makes you think they won't have their own pilots for their own s.h.i.+ps?” lands,” Viktor scoffed. It was what everybody said when they didn't have something they really wanted: it would certainly be somewhere in the third s.h.i.+p's limitless treasure of stores. ”What makes you think they won't have their own pilots for their own s.h.i.+ps?”

She shrugged. ”We still have our own landers,” she pointed out. ”We'll have more fuel for them, once they get the freezers going. And anyway-” she hesitated, then plunged on. ”Anyway, I think it's good for your father to be doing something. He's, uh, he's drinking a lot these days, you know.”

”I do know,” Viktor said stiffly. As an afterthought, he added, ”It's his business.”

Reesa didn't challenge that. They walked in silence for a moment, then Viktor said tentatively, ”I thought if you weren't doing anything, later this evening-”

She stopped and studied him, s.h.i.+fting the sleeping baby from one shoulder to the other. ”What is it, this is Wednesday so it must be Reesa's turn? Isn't your girlfriend on the s.h.i.+p keeping you happy?”

”I only said-”