by Larry Niven
The chugs left their dinner and started uphill just ahead of a wave of sharks. Jeremy heard startled laughter and nervous chatter over the rattle of gunfire. Damn fools. They could lose a few chugs here. He emptied his gun and reloaded in haste.
The guns left twenty-odd sharks on the rocky beach, and an awed silence among the watching Spirals.
Then Harlow may have misread Jeremy's triumphant near-snarl. Or not. Jeremy had never been sure of Harlow. She made some minor changes in her dress-still in the vivid style of a merchant woman, but not so apt for shooting sharks-while he~ filled his lined pocket with seeds and festivity candy.
Once there had been a hydraulic empire in miniature: the mainland's stranglehold on speckles.
No more. The next time a caravan tried such extortion as they'd used these past few days, they'd find fertile speckles growing over every garbage heap, every manure pit, every graveyard along the Crab. Where there was potassium, speckles would grow.
Argos had robbed Crab and mainland alike. Destiny Town had only Cavorite, Spiral Town had only Columbiad; neither could reach farther than synchronous orbit. Spiral Town had all the knowledge that Cavorite had taken for Terminus and Destiny Town, and the equivalent in settlermagic tools.
Destiny Town had built shuttles that would reach orbit. That was the first step, had always been the first step to the stars. Spiral Town could have taken that step, and had not. Speckles-shy for a year or less, they'd recovered; but they'd never reached farther.
No more whining about birthrights, then, or what the mainland owed to the towns along the Crab.
Jemmy Bloocher would steal the stars.
When children passed them on the Road, Jeremy gave them festivity. A growing entourage of children followed them through Spiral Town.
“One each,” he told them. They didn't believe him. Maybe they just liked following a man and a woman walking together. It might have struck them-it would have struck young Jemmy Bloocher-as just a bit obscene.
At the gate that led to the graveyard, the children stopped. He gave them another piece each and escorted Harlow through the wroughtiron gate.
He saw newer graves marked not with holograms but with blocks of carved stone. The marker gun must have failed.
“People are staring at us,” Harlow said. “Isn't that dangerous?”
“Nobody's ever going to recognize Jemmy Bloocher talking with a lovely woman.”
“They might tumble if you don't stop acting like you've seen it all before!”
“I'll gawk a little then. How's this?”
He could guess where Carolyn Hope Hearst must be, from the date she'd died. Yes: here she was in the pecan grove, with a fading hologram to mark the trunk.
“Poor woman. The whole train was sick from malnutrition, and she was the one who died. The crops hadn't grown in yet, I guess."Jeremy pulled two thumbs of festivity out of his special pocket along with a smattering of seeds, and offered one to Harlow.
She said, “Is this respectful?”
“Sure. Collect some nuts too. There are lifegivers under those fruit trees: see the girls eating plums?”
They ate the candy. Seeds fluttered over Carolyn Hope Hearst's grave. Jeremy plucked two handfuls of pecans and pocketed them.
He chose a way out that led past a line of Bloocher graves. He didn't point out the names; he let Harlow discover them.
He noticed a boy and girl watching him, and offered them festivity. If he spoke to the girl she'd run, so he didn't speak to either. They both looked like... well, Bloochers.
So he didn't look up at their mother. She might know him. He watched them eat the festivity, and watched the seeds fall.
FB2 document info
Document ID: ooofbtools-2013-6-21-20-5-10-151
Document version: 1
Document creation date: 21.06.2013
Created using: OOoFBTools-2.9 (ExportToFB21), FictionBook Editor Release 2.6.6 software
Document authors :
About
This file was generated by Lord KiRon's FB2EPUB converter version 1.1.5.0.
(This book might contain copyrighted material, author of the converter bears no responsibility for it's usage)
Этот файл создан при помощи конвертера FB2EPUB версии 1.1.5.0 написанного Lord KiRon.
(Эта книга может содержать материал который защищен авторским правом, автор конвертера не несет ответственности за его использование)
http://www.fb2epub.net
https://code.google.com/p/fb2epub/