by neetha Napew
“And we have other duties to perform right now” “They’ll keep,” Kathy said.
“I’d love to put their noses further out of joint,” Chuck said, setting his jaw as he remembered all the slights and delays they had suffered at the hands of the merchants. “D’you think this was a wise idea, Zainal?”
“If we went back now, it would be a stupid move. I asked for a water tank. This is about the right size and conformation to anyone who might have been watching us from the station. They’ve yet to discover last night’s work. I certainly wouldn’t want to be back on Barevi when they do. Let’s organize the contents. And what’s in the other one?” That chest proved to contain very carefully rolledup paintings, some of which Kris recognized.
“The Eosi really knew what to loot,” she murmured, carefully rerolling one painting.
“They would,” Zainal said. “And you spotted another loaf, didn’t you, Peran?”
“Yes, Father, I did.”
“Well, we won’t go back for it now. We know what we’re looking for and Ladade and Kapash will not. We shall hope that the Eosi’s deception lasts until our return, when we will search for any other unlikely objects in that junkyard.”
“And they do look like bread loaves!” Kris said, regarding the rounded lids and the rectangular ends, with a shade of respect for such subterfuge. “Whoever would have thunk it.”
Brone reappeared in the lock with writing materials and started an inventory list. Floss tried on the crown, which fit her better than it had Ditsy, although she declared that it was very heavy. “Uneasy is the head. . .” she said in a “quoting” tone but did not explain further. Then she spotted a diamondandruby bracelet, which she fastened on her arm. Pleased with that, she started sorting through the coins for other jewelry. The boys found more and shortly had filled both her arms and found rings for all her fingers.
“Never thought I’d see this much ice! Nor so many kinds of rocks,” Floss crowed, striding gawkily around the hatch, her arms held out to display her finery in the manner of a fashion mannequin. “What would you like, Kris? Diamonds, emeralds, rubies, or sapphires? Dressup time.”
Kris was attracted by the translucent glamour of pearls and wound several long strands around her neck, imitating Floss’s catwalk posture. “Way cool!” Floss said when Kris stalked about.
“We have to return the crown jewels,” Kris said, almost regretfully, as such items were not much use to them. Only beautiful! She unwound the pearls and put them carefully in Brone’s lap. “C’mon, Floss, we’d better find something more appropriate to wrap those things in. I think I have some coffee bean bags left and enough labels.” “Beans for the baubles, huh?” Floss said blithely, but she spent the afternoon with Jax, Gail, and Kathy playing with the jewelry as they packed and Brone inventoried it.
“Won’t buy much in a bazaar on Earth though,” she said once, scornfully. “Who’d trade this sort of stuff for a loaf of bread?” “Would you believe a country?” Kris said, remembering her history lessons as she carefully padded the crown in a worn old rag of a towel. “At that, I think the towel is worth more on the open market. Sic transit gloria mundi.” She gave the crown a final pat.
“Sick transit Gloria ... Who’s she?” Floss asked, curious.
“It’s Latin and refers to the transitory nature of human vanities.” “Hey, look at me, Gloria. I ain’t sick,” was Floss’s giggling rejoinder. “Well, look where all this,” and Kris motioned at the still large pile of jewelry awaiting packing, “ended up. As junk, orbiting hundreds of miles from civilization.”
“That is, if you can call Barevi civilized,” Floss said contemptuously.
No one was happier to see Botany’s sphere grow larger in the forward screen than Zainal. Kris was delighted, too, because there were still five goodsized hands of bananas that were ripe but not yet overripe. They’d have to be eaten immedi ately on arrival. The two bushels of oranges had lasted fine, but the guavas and papayas were only sweet memories.
The last day everyone was busy cleaning up and smartening their downside clothing. Sally Stoffers had worked on a report for a formal presentation to the Council. Zainal issued orders that the BASS1 be in readiness for a quick turnaround. Kris rather thought that, even if he admitted to wholesale robbery to the Council, they wouldn’t take as much offense if it would be received with rapturous gratitude on Earth.
The challenge to their presence came right on the dot of their entry into the sensor satellite’s range.
“This is BASS1, returning to base. We are all well and accounted for,” Zainal said, formally replying to “Who goes there?”
“Hurrah! It’s Zainal back. Did you get everything we needed?” Zainal recognized the duty officer’s voice as Worry’s.
“More than we expected, Worry, less than we wanted, but there are distinct alternatives that must be examined,” Zainal replied, wanting to be honest if not explicit. “Can you call a general meeting for tonight?”
“Can and will. Welcome home, Zainal. All’s well here.”
rom the size of the crowd that had gathered to welcome the wayfarers at the landing field, Zainal thought that anyone who was off work was there. And lots of the kids, so perhaps they could just hand out the bananas and oranges right there and then. It was afternoon on Botany, a cool, sweetscented day. And midsummer of the local seasons. That meant he would have time to make another trip to Terra, and if that proceeded with dispatch, he’d still have time to catch the autumnal visit of the Farmers, collecting the harvest from their side of the planet. If the wheat looked to be a good crop, he could, in all good conscience, ask for more to take back to Earth.
Zane and Amy were there, Zane’s hand held by Rose Mitford, while Cherry was bouncing Amy to keep her happy. The bustle around her had startled her. Zainal happily counted the KDMs and KDLs settled on one side of the field and mentally assigned them crews and captains for their upcoming missions. That is, if he managed to talk the Council into going ahead with this venture. Maybe the bananas should go to the judge and the older folk, who would remember them from happier times.
It was good to be back on Botany, Zainal thought, as, hand in hand, he and Kris led the crew down the ramp. They had loaded the lifts with the bean sacks and fruits and these came into sight to cheers. Most of the cargo, however, was to remain in place. Sally had done an inventory, as well as the mission accounting.
There were cheers and happy reunions, and during all the fuss, Zainal introduced Brone to Worry, the judge, and Dorothy Dwardiewhen he could get her out of Chuck’s arms. He was pleased, and Brone was astounded, by how courteously he was received. Zainal decided that perhaps his wildest imaginings might be feasible. Space was big and there were so few intelligent species. Why be enemies when being allies was far more practical?
There were so many queries fired at him that Zainal moved to the top of the ramp and held up his arms for silence.
“We’re very glad to be back, and it’s wonderful to see you all. You know that I’ve called a general meeting for this evening, and we’ll give you a complete account of our travels, and our adventures. We didn’t bring back all we went for,” and he anticipated the groan, “but we brought back a lot we didn’t expect to get.” He pointed to the bananas. “We can get more where they came from, but I think the kids ought to have bananas and oranges with their suppers. We do have a hundred and fifty pounds of coffee beans!”
A really enthusiastic cheer greeted that announcement. “And I think we can probably grow our own beans down on the peninsula.” He pointed to the south and west. There was a wilder and happier re sponse to that suggestion. “We’ve more things to talk about and decisions to make because we need to consolidate our position, both on Earth and on Barevi. So save your questions for tonight. Only don’t make up any I can’t answer.” Goodnatured responses to that followed him as he saw judge Iri Bempechat arriving late on the landing site and beckoned him to wait around for a little private chat.
Kris had
gone to hug her children and talk to Cherry and Rose. Amy had “made strange” with her mother, and Kris was trying to coax a smile from her. Gradually people began to drift to their homes and toward the main buildings of Retreat.
“Yes, Zainal,” Iri said, stumping forward on his cane. “Your trip was eminently successful, but I perceive from your expression it brought up more questions than it answered.”
“So it did,” Zainal replied, relieved that the judge was so shrewd a man.
“Run them past me.” The judge beckoned for Zainal to accompany him as he stepped into his little motor cart. “Are you going home?”
“No, I must be sure those ceramic caskets are put in safekeeping. Ninety’s in charge of them but I want you to see what they contain.” “Oh?”
“Eosi treasuremost of which I have no difficulty putting to the colony’s use, but some of the items should be returned to their original owners.”
“You found Eosi treasure?” The judge was fascinated. “What would they have considered ‘treasure’? And where did you find it?” “In space, so technically, I think it can be considered the property of whoever finds it.”
“Hmmm ... yes, traditionally, flotsam and jetsam are usually the property of the finder,” the judge suggested.
“I’m glad that is your opinion, too, but there are some very beautiful jewels and whole casks of what Kris said are oldmasters’ paintings. Probably looted from museums. Apart from not knowing what to do with them, they are no use to us.”
“Not even as trade items?” Iri asked.
“Coffee beans and metals are good trade commodities. Fancy jewels, which in any case would look silly on a Catteni, are not. The Eosi had a huge appetite for acquisition just for acquisition’s sake. I think we can find out which museum owned the paintings. We also found that Earth isn’t interested in the nonedible or noncommercial at the moment. There is, however, a considerable treasure in Catteni coin, which I would like to put to use acquiring the rest of the items Botany and Earth need.”
“You are concerned for Earth?”
“Yes, the planet was raped by the Eosi, for the sheer pleasure of acquisition, it would now seem. My plan is to return there as soon as
we can resupply BASS1 and restore to them some of the loot we reacquired. I also have a plan, which I must take up with the Terran coordinators, about establishing commerce with them. And bazaars.” Zainal couldn’t help but grin. “The Catteni captains took anything that wasn’t nailed down, as Ninety phrased it, Earth has gone back to bartering. I think that if we can get them to allow Catteni, or at least the Botanyregistered Catteni ships back in their space to land at their trading points, everyone could find what they need and manage to barter viable objects for Catteni consumption. The market is very slow there and it needs new products. Mostly, it needs to dump unusable merchandise. Earth needs what’s sitting in warehouses uselessly. Barevi commerce would improve if we crosstraded, but I’m not sure if Botany, much less Earth, would be willing.”
“We come in peace. Take us to your bazaars?” Iri saw the irony. “Why should Botany make all the effort to establish a rapport?” was Zainal’s next question.
“A good point. Is there a new stable government on Earth, as Chuck said?” Iri asked with hope.
“Yes, a coordination of efforts and resources,” Zainal said, approving what he had seen. “For instance, we traded medicines from one coordinator’s sphere of influence to another’s in Africa, and we got coffee beans, which turned out to make a remarkably tradable item on Barevi.”
“Catteni like coffee?” Iri asked Zainal in his dry way.
“You should have seen what a few pounds of beans could buy us. And you will. I plan,” and Zainal could feel enthusiasm return, “to obtain coffee bean plants on our next visit to Earth and try them in the southwest, near the Masai lands.”
“I do like a cup of coffee or three in the morning,” Iri said. “You didn’t bring back an espresso machine, did you?”
“No, but I’m sure I can trade for one on Earth. Whatever it is.”
Iri sighed again and put a veined hand with swollen knuckles on Zainal’s arm. “You get to my age and you find that food is about the only thing that tempts you.”
“We have coffee, from the Kenyan mountains, and the milder bean from Santa Lucia.”
“You spanned continents with no problems?”
Zainal nodded. “Surprise was our main advantage. We were, however, met with courtesy. I’m not so sure how other Catteni groups would be received.”
“Doubtless with suspicion?”
“Possibly, until we clear their peaceful arrival with the Watch Dog security force. I don’t know how they would now rebuff a hostile force, but they would know before it reached Earth. Kris said, ‘once bitten, twice shy.’ There is also the matter of resources. Catteni enterprise has been cut back considerably since the controlling force is inactive.”
“Kamiton and the others are having more trouble with the transition from the Eosi.”
Zainal nodded and the judge went on. “History supports the supposition that it’s one thing to have a revolution and another to recover from it. Earth is doing the better job. This time,” the judge remarked succinctly. “And if they have, it will be the first time in the long strL
gle of humanity. May I live to see it!” He gave a long sigh. “What else do you plan, Zainal?”
“I plan to use our ships to run between Earth and Barevi, and to start an orderly collection of the products of Catteni mining worlds.” “What about the rest of our missing folk?”
“That will take far more organizingand exchanges than I can currently contemplate, but I was able to secure lists of which slave ship went where. Exchanging workers may be more difficult, if not downright impossible. Your species is admirably suited to the work required to keep such planets and facilities operating. Earth needs the
mineral resources as much as Catten does. A little competition might be beneficial. What I envision is cooperation, too, between Catteni and Terrans.”
“Politics has always made strange bedfellows,” Iri remarked. Zainal did not quite understand his reference as it might apply to their two species, especially as he saw nothing strange about having Kris as his bedfellow.
“Coordinators run Earth, you say?” Zainal nodded.
“I must think how coordination can best be extended.” He patted Zainal’s arm again as they came to the main settlement of Retreat. “You have done well. You are thinking. It is thinking men we need right now”
“There is much our two races can exchange to the benefit of both.”
“Then we need more coordination and cooperation.” The judge dismounted from his motor and looked inquiringly at Zainal. “You called a meeting for this evening?”
Zainal nodded.
“We will then coordinate efforts.” The judge strode away, nodding right and left at those who greeted him.
Zainal went to the main dining room, aware that he was hungry, and hungry for Botanic food. A nice juicy broiled rock squat would taste fine right now, and some tubers. Seed potatoes were another item that he must try to return with. And other Earth vegetables that might do well. Hadn’t Kris said one of their drivers had farmed nearby? There was still so much to do and plan. Would he ever be able to drop back to Botany and stay put? Why must duty keep calling him away to attempt the impossible?
Because that was what he had undertaken to do and felt responsible for completing. He wondered if that was what had driven the Eosi. But he was not Eosi: he was a Botanist no longer a Catteni,but of, and for, this world. And of and for this world, he would do everything possible so that it would continue with all its promise and plenty.
A hand caressed his shoulder and he looked around to see Kris beside him in line waiting to be served.
“Rock squat, please,” he said, pointing to the browned segment he liked. “You’ll never believe how important those rock squats were to us in our travels,” he told the server.
“Really?” The woman was surprised. “Nice to see you back, Zainal, Kris. And thanks for the coffee beanseven if we still have to ration them.”
“Not for much longer,” Zainal said with the airy confidence that suddenly enveloped him.
Kris also chose rock squat and as they picked other selections from the salad bowls, she paused to point out Bazil and Peran, sitting with Brone and looking very pleased with themselves.
“I think the teacher is being taught,” she murmured, since Brone’s head was turning this way and that, constantly observing those in the hall.
As they looked around for a table, they saw other members of their crew dining with friends and relatives. Floss, Clune, and Ditsy were, however, alone at a big table to which Kris and Zainal made their way.
“Good to be home, isn’t it?” she said conversationally. “Well, it’s nice not to have to be . . .” Floss shrugged. “Apprehensive?” Clime asked, reaching for her hand and smiling down at her.
“Yeah, that’s the word. Everyone likes my dress,” Floss added, stroking the fabric down the front over one hip. “No one has one like it.”
“Nor are they likely to,” Kris said.
“Aren’t we going back to Africa?” Floss asked. Clearly she wanted to get more brightly colored material. It did suit her.
“That’s up for discussion,” Zainal said in a tone that suggested an end to that subject.
“We’ll have to,” Clune said, lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. “I’m as addicted to this stuff as everyone else.” He took a sip. “We’d get clearance just by promising to ensure a supply of coffee.”
“There’s more to be done than that,” Ditsy said with some scorn. “D’you miss Ferris?” Kris asked.
“Yeah,” Ditsy said in a bleak tone, slumping in his chair and laying an arm on the table to prop his head on, in a totally disconsolate mood. “Never thought he’d desert me for a dentist!”
“Speaking of that, we never did get one of his dentist friends to come work here on Botany,” Kris said in mild selfreproach.
“There are a lot of things we didn’t get to do,” Zainal said, “this time!” He gave a sharp nod of his head to indicate that he intended to perform at a higher level soon.