All of those unpleasant thoughts had subsidiary thoughts, just as unpleasant, that followed instantly from the first: wondering about what life would be like as a single parent (or about what childless life would be like if she aborted the one thing she had left of Evesham Giyt). And what should or could she do about Hoak Hagbarth?
They were ponderous thoughts that would keep anyone awake, one way or another. They were all attempts to discern whether she had anything left that was worth the trouble of going on living for. They didn't do the job, though. Willy-nilly, she drifted off, and the first she knew that she had gone to sleep after all was when Lupe touched her shoulder to wake her. "It's Mrs. Brownbenttalon," Lupe whispered. "She just wants to pay her respects."
Actually the Centaurian female had brought more than sympathy. She hadn't come alone; with her was a nearly grown female, painfully lugging two large packages wrapped in green fabric. "This shade of green our frequency devoted to sadness," Mrs. Brownbenttalon explained. "Contents of package food and drink. Hey, everybody know have no time for cookery with death in family. You meet my third daughter. Miss Stubnose? You say hello, Miss; good, now go back home." She crawled up onto a couch and acknowledged introductions to Lupe and Matya. "Yes, very sad happening," she agreed. "Have serious pain in abdomen, right here where husband mostly hang, for you, Mrs. Large Male Giyt. You main husband damn good son of a bitch. You know I also lose close family members in cataclysmic event?"
That took Rina by surprise. "You did?"
The matriarch bobbed her long snout mournfully. "Esteemed wife of male littermate Mrs. Threewhiteboots gone missing, perhaps caught in blast, also said secondary husband of same. No trace found. Damn Hagbarth claims must have been trespassing in Earth factory at accident time. Untrue. Mrs. Threewhiteboots never waste personal time in dumb Earth human factory."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"For what? It not you guilt." Mrs. Brownbenttalon sighed. "Simply accident, surely. Reason I sorrowing, six babies of littermate's esteemed wife now orphans, very sad. But," she added emphatically, "remember I still friend; you need any kind help you ask."
"Thank you," Rina said. "I think Lupe's making tea. Would you like some?"
"Earth tea?" Mrs. Brownbenttalon pondered for a moment. "Sure, why not? Only why is Earth female Lupe waving at you in this fashion?"
The reason Lupe was trying to attract her attention turned out to be something on the kitchen screen, and when Matya turned on the one in the living room, the face that appeared was Hoak Hagbarth's, being interviewed by Silva Cristl! as he got off the polar rocket at the pad. ". . . total devastation," he was saying to the interviewer. "No, we don't know what the hell Giyt did, but somehow he blew up the whole damn factory; God knows how long it'll take to get it running again. And it's dangerous up there, so Chief Tschopp has ordered half the fire company to the Pole to prevent any further loss of life. Giyt? Oh, he's dead all right, missus. He probably got blown up in that blast, I don't know if we'll ever find the pieces. But if he didn't, maybe he staggered out into the snow and then just froze to death." He shook his head. "The damage is just unbelievable, but you know what is the worst part of it? It's the way he left his poor widow and their unborn child—"
That was more than Rina could take. "Turn the bastard off," she said, her voice shaking with anger at the man. But the fury she felt had one good quality. It told her that she did have one definite thing to go on living for.
Her plan was simple. If she couldn't bring Giyt back, at least she could avenge him. When she was finally alone she considered how to set about it.
What was hard to see was just how to go about doing that. Giyt, damn the dear man, had not left a clear record of what it was that he knew or guessed. There were any number of items in his files that provided clues: the tabulation of chiplet imports paired for some reason with the shipping records of finished products; a log of failed attempts to access the ongoing processing data from the Pole; scraps of files that might have meant something, but without Giyt there to explain their relevance were simply puzzling. There was even a just-arrived packet of data from Earth that was directed to Evesham Giyt himself, but how useful that was going to be was dubious, because of course it was encoded. Perhaps there was something interesting in that, provided it wasn't just a financial statement from one of Giyt's half-dozen money dumps.
The trouble was, Giyt wasn't there to provide the key.
It was high noon, then it was dark, then it was light again. When Rina could not stay awake she slept for a while. Then she got up and made the bed, so that company wouldn't think her a slob. And there continually was company, usually Lupe or Matya coming by every few hours and staying until she somehow managed to get them to leave again, usually by pretending to be sleepy—and often enough by actually going to sleep. And getting up. And making the bed again. And repeating the process. She picked up things in one place and put them down in another, made herself meals but couldn't always make herself eat them, switched on the news channel, and for lack of anything more useful to do, watched the unfolding stories: raucous times at the six-planet meeting as the eetie delegates joined in deploring the sloppy precautions the Earth humans had provided at the Pole; warnings that there would be shortages of some consumer items until new shipments could be received from Earth, coupled with appeals to refrain from buying anything not urgently needed during the emergency. She watched only as long as her interest was held—not long—and then she turned the screen off again.
If she had some technical help, she thought, absently rubbing her belly, she might be able to piece together whatever it was that Giyt had learned.
But help from whom? Was there anyone she could trust? Or would anyone she asked for help be just as likely to be part of the problem?
But she could not let Hagbarth get away with whatever he was up to.
So Rina faced up to the fact that if anything was going to be done, she would have to do it herself. She sat down before the screen again and attacked the problem of decoding the data packet from Earth. Although she hadn't had much recent practice, it was like riding a bicycle, she found. Once she got started she remembered the skills Giyt had taught her. She set up a program to try every possible password, feeding in every word she could imagine Giyt including.
It took a while, but the program ultimately produced the password, which turned out to be "I guess I love Rina."
She cried at that, but only for a bit. Then grimly she began to study the packet.
And it was all there.
Ex-Earth was a front for an American expansionist conspiracy that reached up into high levels of the administration. They were planning to take Tupelo over. The autofactory at the Pole had been secretly manufacturing weapons.
Rina sat back, considering. Then she called Mrs. Brownbenttalon. "It seems that I do need help," she said. "Can you get me into the meeting?"
It was the first time Rina had been in the Hexagon since it was rearranged for the six-planet conference. The six little platforms for the members of the Joint Governance Commission had been replaced with a cluster of seats (or pads or trees) to accommodate the high officials from the home planets; there were from six to a dozen members of the appropriate species in each position, with most of the floor space given over to their staffs and experts. It was crowded. And as they were all talking at once, it was also hopelessly noisy. Rina's translator button struggled valiantly to render scraps of the other languages into English for her, but it was unequal to the task. What came out was a sort of chowder of half sentences and expletives, and she finally took the thing out of her ear. It eventually took the best efforts of the chief Centaurian delegate, Mrs. Oneeyewanders, a female so august that she had not one but three husbands scuttling about in her fur, to restore something like order. When she screeched for quiet the rumblings of the crowd simmered down enough for Rina to finish her testimony. And all the while, there were the Hagbarths standing in the little cleared space next to her, giving her poisonous looks, shaking their heads i
n the simulation of reproof.
Poisonous looks were all they could manage. It had not been smart of Hoak Hagbarth to send all his fellow conspirators in the fire company to the job of cover-up at the Pole, because the ones that were left behind were not part of the conspiracy. Behind the Hagbarths stood a pair of the brawniest fire police left on the island, and neither of the Hagbarths dared move.
Then Rina accessed Giyt's decoded packet from Earth, and everyone was still, Or nearly still apart from indignant whisperings to each other, as the record unrolled.
When it was over, Dr. Patroosh was the first to speak, glaring at Hagbarth. "You scum," she said.
Then the Swiss delegate chimed in—speaking in French, Rina guessed; but her translator had not been equipped with French-language capability and so she could make nothing of it until the New Zealander spoke up. "I agree completely," he said. "We will all transmit this complete record to our governments at once."
"But it is all lies!" Hagbarth burst out. "She made it all up! Are you going to take the word of a whore against me?"
It didn't do him any good. They were taking it; the evidence left no room for doubt. Rina got the button back into her ear again in time to hear Mrs. Oneeyewanders speak up for her; so did the Slug, on what grounds Rina could not imagine. Then the Kalkaboo piped up: "Exists here no problem believing statement of Earth-human female. Can make factuality check, surely. Immediately we can order stop to present clean-up at the Pole, then quickly dispatch six-species delegation up there for total discovery of truthfulness."
It was the most sensible thing Rina had ever heard from a Kalkaboo, and it had its effect on Hoak Hagbarth. The man wilted before her eyes. He gave Rina an imploring look, while his wife, sobbing, clutched at his arm. But if he wanted to speak he had no chance; the whole assembly was talking at once again.
So it was over.
The accumulated fatigue of the last few days struck Rina then; she looked around for a place to sit down, failed to find one, squatted on the floor, her head bowed. It was a moment of triumph, but she couldn't feel exultation. It only meant that now she had to face up to the real questions of life continuing without the presence of Evesham Giyt.
She didn't even notice that the assembly had quieted until one of the fire police poked her. She looked up.
The Principal Slug had slithered his way to the delegates' platform, clutching his pocket screen; he was showing it to the Slug delegate, who looked, and raised his forebody to speak. As Rina hurriedly replaced her translator he was saying, "—interesting news from ship terminal at dam. Unscheduled robot sub has arrived at terminal with passengers. They are three. Are hungry, cold, very, very dirty, but not in the least dead."
XXIX
URGENT. ACTION REQUESTED.
Access attached files I (data secured by Evesham Giyt) and 2 (statements of Hoak Hagbarth and Olse Hagbarth at interrogation by Inter-Species Conference).
Urgently recommend immediate full-scale investigation of Extended Earth Corporation and all persons named in accompanying files. If allegations in attached files are supported, further recommend indictments for conspiracy to initiate military action on Tupelo, in violation of existing compacts. By unanimous decision of all five other species involved, all sessions of the conference are suspended until this matter is resolved.
—TUPELO DELEGATION DISPATCH TO UN
As their boat raced across the lake to the dam, Lupe on one side of her, Mrs. Brownbenttalon and her husband on the other, Rina at last let herself cry. Mrs. Brownbenttalon examined the process with interest. "Leakage from eyes indicates sadness, I have information," she called over the whine of the motor and the rush of the air. "This leakage not necessary, Mrs. Large Male Giyt. You husband alive okay; he remember robot sub can take home as easy as rocket, only slower. Like I say, he damn good son of a bitch; smart, too!"
At some point, Rina told herself, she should explain to Mrs. Brownbenttalon that there were such things as tears of joy. Not now. Now she was fully concentrated on peering ahead at the dock area, looking for the person she most wanted to see in all the worlds. There were Delt technicians supervising the hoisting of cargo from the base of the dam to the lakeshore; there were Slugs watching the proceedings with a proprietary air—well, the ship terminal was in Slugtown. But it wasn't until the boat had actually pulled up to the shore that she saw the hoist coming up again, and this time bearing two figures—well, three if you counted the little one poking his snout out of his Centaurian mate's fur. Beside her Mrs. Brownbenttalon squealed and rushed to greet them, but not so fast that she beat Rina to the scene.
And then they had each other in their arms—Giyt shaky, dehydrated, dirty, but entirely alive. "Shammy, Shammy," she whispered in his ear. "You scared the shit out of me."
"I'm sorry," he said, sounding as though he meant it. "I couldn't figure out any way to let you know I was all right without letting Hagbarth know, too. Now let's get back to town. They were making munitions up at the Pole! I've got evidence that'll prove it—"
"I turned it over to the council already," Rina told him.
"—and I have to get it to the six-planet meeting right away . . . You what?"
His mouth fell open as Rina explained what had happened. Then he shook his head, looking at her wonderingly. "Jesus, woman," he said. "Looks like you're perfectly capable of getting along just fine without me."
"Why," Rina said with satisfaction, "I actually never doubted I could. I just don't want to."
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