Part 24 (1/2)

I studied the water. It was opaque, murky as gray milk, and could have been a few centimeters or many meters deep. The drowned trunks gave no clue. The current was quick, but not so quick as to carry me away if I kept a good grip on the branches that hung low above the roiling surface of the water. With luck, with no local equivalent of the Fens' mud cysts or dracula ticks or biting garr, I might be able to wade toward...something.

Wading takes two legs, Raul, m'boy. Hopping through the mud is more like it for you.

All right then, hopping through the mud. I gripped the branch above me with both hands and lowered my left leg into the current while keeping my injured leg propped on the wide branch where I lay. This led to new agonies, but I persisted, lowering my foot in the clotted water, then my ankle and calf, then my knee, then s.h.i.+fting to see if I could stand...my forearms and biceps straining, my injured leg sliding off the branch with a rending surge of agony that made me gasp.

The water was less than a meter and a half deep. I could stand on my good leg while water surged about my waist and splashed my chest. It was warm and seemed to lessen the pain in my broken leg.

All those nice, juicy microbes in this warm broth, many of them mutated from seeds.h.i.+p days. They're licking their chops, Raul, old boy.

”Shut up,” I said dully, looking around. My left eye was swollen and crusted with scab, but I could see out of it. My head hurt.

Endless trunks of trees rising from the gray water to the gray drizzle on all sides, the dripping fronds and branches so dark a gray-green that they appeared almost black. It seemed a slight bit brighter to my left. And the mud underfoot seemed a little firmer in that direction.

I began moving that way, s.h.i.+fting my left foot forward as I changed handholds from branch to branch, sometimes ducking beneath hanging fronds, sometimes s.h.i.+fting aside like a slow-motion toreador to allow floating branches or other debris to swirl past. The move toward brightness took hours more. But I had nothing better to do.

THE FLOODED JUNGLE ENDED IN A RIVER. I CLUNG TO the last branch, felt the current trying to pull my good leg out from under me, and stared out at the endless expanse of gray water. I could not see the other side-not because the water was endless, I could see from the current and eddies moving from right to left that it was a river and not some lake or ocean, but because the fog or low clouds roiled almost to the surface, blotting out everything more than a hundred meters away. Gray water, gray-green dripping trees, dark gray clouds. It seemed to be getting dimmer. Night was coming on.

I had gone as far as I could on this leg. Fever raged. Despite the jungle heat of the place, my teeth were chattering and my hands were shaking almost uncontrollably. Somewhere in my awkward progress through the flooded jungle, I had aggravated the fracture to the point where I wanted to scream. No, I admit, I had had been screaming. Softly at first, but as the hours went by and the pain deepened and the situation worsened, I screamed out lyrics to old Home Guard marching songs, then bawdy limericks I had learned as a bargeman on the Kans River, then merely screams. been screaming. Softly at first, but as the hours went by and the pain deepened and the situation worsened, I screamed out lyrics to old Home Guard marching songs, then bawdy limericks I had learned as a bargeman on the Kans River, then merely screams.

So much for the building the raft scenario.

I was getting used to the caustic voice in my head. It and I had made a peace when I realized that it wasn't urging me to lie down and die, just critiquing my inadequate efforts to stay alive.

There goes your best chance for a raft, Raul, old boy.

The river was carrying by an entire tree, its braided trunk rolling over and over again in the deep water. I was standing shoulder-deep here, and I was ten meters from the edge of the real current.

”Yeah,” I said aloud. My fingers slipped on the smooth bark of the branch to which I was clinging. I s.h.i.+fted position and pulled myself up a bit. Something grated in my leg and this time I was sure that black spots dulled my vision. ”Yeah,” I said again. What are the odds that I'll stay conscious, or that it will stay light, or that I'll stay alive, long enough to catch one of those commuter trees? What are the odds that I'll stay conscious, or that it will stay light, or that I'll stay alive, long enough to catch one of those commuter trees? Swimming for one was out of the question. My right leg was useless and my other three limbs were shaking as if palsied. I had just enough strength to cling to this branch for another few minutes. ”Yeah,” I said again. ”s.h.i.+t.” Swimming for one was out of the question. My right leg was useless and my other three limbs were shaking as if palsied. I had just enough strength to cling to this branch for another few minutes. ”Yeah,” I said again. ”s.h.i.+t.”

”Excuse me, M. Endymion. Were you speaking to me?”

The voice almost made me lose my grip on the branch. Still clinging with my right hand, I lowered my left wrist and studied it in the dimming light. The comlog had a slight glow that had not been there the last time I had looked.

”Well, I'll be d.a.m.ned. I thought that you were broken, s.h.i.+p.”

”This instrument is damaged, sir. The memory has been wiped. The neural circuits are quite dead. Only the com chips function under emergency power.”

I frowned at my wrist. ”I don't understand. If your memory has been wiped and your neural circuits are...”

The river pulled at my torn leg, seducing me into releasing my grip. For a moment I could not speak.

”s.h.i.+p?” I said at last.

”Yes, M. Endymion?”

”You're here.”

”Of course, M. Endymion. Just as you and M. Aenea instructed me to stay. I am pleased to say that all necessary repairs have been...”

”Show yourself,” I commanded. It was almost dark. Tendrils of fog curled toward me across the black river.

The stars.h.i.+p rose dripping, horizontal, its bow only twenty meters from me in the central current, blocking the current like a sudden boulder, hovering still half in the water, a black leviathan shedding river water in noisy rivulets. Navigation lights blinked on its bow and on the dripping black shark's fin far behind it in the fog.

I laughed. Or wept. Or perhaps just moaned.

”Do you wish to swim to me, sir? Or should I come in to you?”

My fingers were slipping. ”Come in to me,” I said, and gripped the branch with both hands.

THERE WAS A DOC-IN-THE-BOX ON THE CRYOGENIC fugue cubby-deck where Aenea used to sleep on the voyage out from Hyperion. The doc-in-the-box was ancient-h.e.l.l, the whole s.h.i.+p was ancient-but its autorepair worked, it was well stocked, and-according to the garrulous s.h.i.+p on the way out four years earlier-the Ousters had tinkered with it back in the Consul's day. It worked.

I lay in the ultraviolet warmth as soft appendages probed my skin, salved my bruises, sutured my deeper cuts, administered painkiller via IV drip, and finished diagnosing me.

”It is a compound fracture, M. Endymion,” said the s.h.i.+p. ”Would you care to see the X rays and ultrasound?”

”No, thanks,” I said. ”How do we fix it?”

”We've already begun,” said the s.h.i.+p. ”The bone is being set as we speak. The bondplast and ultrasonic grafting will commence while you sleep. Because of the repair to damaged nerves and muscle tissue, the surgeon recommends at least ten hours' sleep while it begins the procedure.”

”Soon enough,” I said.

”The diagnostic's greatest concern is your fever, M. Endymion.”

”It's a result of the break, isn't it?”

”Negative,” said the s.h.i.+p. ”It seems that you have a rather virulent kidney infection. Left untreated, it would have killed you before the ancillary effects of the broken femur.”

”Cheery thought,” I said.

”How so, sir?”

”Never mind” I said. ”You say that you're totally repaired?”

”Totally, M. Endymion. Better than before the accident, if you don't mind me bragging a bit. You see, because of the loss of some material, I was afraid that I would have to synthesize carbon-carbon templates from the rather dross rock substrata of this river, but I soon found that by recycling some of the unused components of the compression dampers made superfluous by the Ouster modifications that I could evince a thirty-two percent increase in autorepair efficiency if I...”

”Never mind, s.h.i.+p,” I said. The absence of pain made me almost giddy. ”How long did it take you to finish the repairs?”

”Five standard months,” said the s.h.i.+p. ”Eight and one-half local months. This world has an odd lunar cycle with two highly irregular moons which I have postulated must be captured asteroids because of the...”

”Five months,” I said. ”And you've just been waiting the other three and a half years?”

”Yes,” said the s.h.i.+p. ”As instructed. I trust that all is well with A. Bettik and M. Aenea.”

”I trust that too, s.h.i.+p. But we'll find out soon enough. Are you ready to leave this place?”

”All s.h.i.+p's systems are functional, M. Endymion. Awaiting your command.”

”Command is given,” I said. ”Let's go.”