Time Enough For Love Part 30

"Oh! You need to be near one, Woodrow?"

"No, no! For you you, dear."

She was very slow in answering. "That would not make me a Howard."

"Well, no. But it helps. Rejuvenation therapies don't make Howards last forever, either. Some people are helped quite a lot by them; some are not. Maybe someday we'll know more-but now, on the average, rejuvenation techniques seem to about double whatever a person could expect normally, whether he's a Howard . . or not a Howard. Uh, do you know anything anything about how long your grandparents lived?" about how long your grandparents lived?"

"How could I, Woodrow? I just barely remember that I once had parents. I don't even know the names of my grandparents."

"We can find out. The s.h.i.+p carries records of every migrant who takes pa.s.sage in her. I'll tell Zack-Captain Briggs-to look up your parents' records. Then-in time, for it will take time-I can have your family traced on Earth. Then-"

"No, Woodrow."

"Why not, dear?"

"I don't need to know, I don't want to know. Long ago, three or four years at least, shortly after I figured out that you were a Howard, I also figured out that Howards don't really live any longer than we ordinaries do."

"So?"

"Yes. We all have the past and the present and the future. The past is just memory, and I can't remember when I began, I can't remember when I wasn't wasn't. Can you?"

"No."

"So we're even on that. I suppose your memories are richer; you are older than I am. But it's past. past. The future? It hasn't happened yet, and n.o.body knows. You may outlive me . . or I may outlive you. Or we might happen to be killed at the same time. We can't know and The future? It hasn't happened yet, and n.o.body knows. You may outlive me . . or I may outlive you. Or we might happen to be killed at the same time. We can't know and I I don't want to know. What we both have is don't want to know. What we both have is now now . . and we have that together and it makes me utterly happy. Let's get these mules put away for the night and enjoy some . . and we have that together and it makes me utterly happy. Let's get these mules put away for the night and enjoy some now now."

"Suits." He grinned at her. "E.F., or F.F.?"

"Both!"

"That's my Dora! Anything worth doing is worth overdoing."

"And doing again. But just a moment, dear. You told me that Captain Briggs is your son, and consequently my stepson. I suppose he is, but I really can't think of him as such. But-and you needn't answer this; we agreed not to quiz each other about our pasts-"

"Go ahead and ask. If it suits me, I'll answer."

"Well . . I can't help being curious about Captain Briggs' mother. Your former wife."

"Phyllis? Phyllis Briggs-Sperling is her full name. What do you want to knew about her, dear? Very nice girl. Further Deponent Sayeth Not. No invidious comparisons."

"I guess I'm being snoopy."

"Perhaps you are. Not that I mind, and it can't hurt Phyllis. Dear, that was a couple of centuries ago; forget it."

"Oh. She's dead?"

"Not that I know of. Zack would know; he's been to Secundus recently. I think he would have told me. But I haven't stayed in touch with her since she divorced me."

"Divorced you? A woman of poor taste!" you? A woman of poor taste!"

"Dora, Dora! Phyllis is not not a woman of poor taste; she is a very nice girl. I had dinner with her and her husband the last time I was on Secundus. Zack and I did, I mean-and she and her husband had gone to the trouble of rounding up my other children by her, those who were on planet, and some of my other relatives and made it a family party for me. Thoughtful of her. By the way, she's a schoolmarm, too." a woman of poor taste; she is a very nice girl. I had dinner with her and her husband the last time I was on Secundus. Zack and I did, I mean-and she and her husband had gone to the trouble of rounding up my other children by her, those who were on planet, and some of my other relatives and made it a family party for me. Thoughtful of her. By the way, she's a schoolmarm, too."

"She is?"

"Yup. Libby Professor of Mathematics, Howard University, New Rome, Secundus. If we go there, we can look her up and you can decide for yourself what sort of person she is."

Dora did not answer. She kneed Betty and started on down the street; Beulah pulled abreast without being told. Buck said, "Shupper . . dime! dime!" quite emphatically, and trotted on ahead.

"Lazarus-"

"Careful with that name, dear."

"No one can hear me. Lazarus, unless you insist . . I don't want to live on Secundus."

XII.

The Tale of the Adopted Daughter (Continued)

Separation lay far behind. For three weeks the little train -two wagons in tandem, twelve mules hauling, four running free-had crawled toward Rampart Range. It had been more than two weeks since they had last seen a house. They were on the high prairies now, and for several days the gap of Hopeless Pa.s.s had been in sight.

Besides sixteen mules, the little party included a German shepherd b.i.t.c.h and a younger dog, two female cats and a tom, a fresh milch goat with two kids and a young buck, two c.o.c.ks and six hens of the hardy Mrs. Awkins variety, a freshly bred sow, and Dora and Woodrow Smith.

The sow had tested pregnant at New Pittsburgh before Smith paid for her, test conducted by Smith himself-and Mrs. Smith had tested pregnant, too, while still at Top Dollar and before Smith cleared Stars.h.i.+p Andy J Andy J. to leave orbit, for (Smith had not not found it necessary to tell his wife this) if Dora had found it necessary to tell his wife this) if Dora had not not tested pregnant, the s.h.i.+p would have waited while they tried again-then if she had still tested negative, he would have changed plans and taken her to Secundus, there to find out why and, if possible, to correct it. tested pregnant, the s.h.i.+p would have waited while they tried again-then if she had still tested negative, he would have changed plans and taken her to Secundus, there to find out why and, if possible, to correct it.

In Smith's opinion as a professional pioneer, it was not only pointless but disastrously foolhardy to attempt singlecouple pioneering out of reach of other people with an infertile woman-or a couple infertile with each other, he corrected in his mind, as his own fertility had not been put to the ultimate test for fifty-odd years. While he was about it, he had looked up physical records of Dora's parents in Krausmeyer's ill-kept files, found nothing to worry him-and it had indeed worried him, as he would not have been able to cope even with anything as simple as an Rh-factor incompatibility a long way from nowhere.

But within the limited medical resources of colony and s.h.i.+p, the board showed all green, and it seemed likely to him that Dora had become pregnant about twenty minutes after their informal muleback wedding.

The thought had pa.s.sed through his mind that Dora might have been pregnant even sooner-but the thought was merely an amusing whimsy that bothered him not at all. Smith felt certain that he had had the Cuckoo in his nest more than once over the centuries; he had been especially careful to be a loving father to such children and had kept his mouth shut. He believed in letting women lie all they needed to, and never taxing them with it. But he believed also that Dora was incapable of this sort of lie. If Dora had been pregnant and aware of it, she might have asked to be allowed to say good-bye to him on her back-but she would have asked for exactly that. Not for a child.

No matter-If the darling had made a mistake earlier and did not know it, he felt sure that she would nevertheless have a superior baby. She was clearly superior stock herself -he wished he had known the Brandons; they must have been ichiban-and their daughter was, as Helen had once said, "choosy." Dora would not bed with an oaf even for fun, because, being what she was, she would not find it fun. Smith was sure that it would take rape to put an inferior child into Dora-and the rapist might sing soprano the rest of his days; her Uncle Gibbie had taught her some dirty tricks.

The pregnant sow was Smith's "calendar." If they failed to reach a spot suitable for homesteading by the time that sow littered, then they turned back that very day-no hesitation, no regrets-as that would leave them just half of Dora's pregnancy to get them back to Separation and other people.

The sow rode in the back end of the second wagon, with a sling to keep her from falling down. The dogs trotted under the wagons or ranged aside, warning of lopers or other hazards. The cats did as they pleased, as cats do, walking or riding as suited them. The nanny and billy goats stayed close to the wheel pair; the two kids were large enough to skitter along most of the time but were privileged to ride when they tired-a loud Me-e-e-eh Me-e-e-eh from the mother goat would cause Smith to swing down and hand the tired baby up to Dora. The chickens complained in a double cage over the sow's pen. The mules running free had no duties other than to keep eyes out for lopers, save that Buck was at all times grand marshal of the parade, picking the footing, bossing the other mules, carrying out Smith's orders. Mules at liberty rotated as draft animals; only Buck was never in harness. Betty and Beulah had had their feelings hurt at being required to accept harness; they were gentry of the saddle, and they knew it. But Buck had had harsh words with them and harsher nips and kicks; they had shut up and hauled. from the mother goat would cause Smith to swing down and hand the tired baby up to Dora. The chickens complained in a double cage over the sow's pen. The mules running free had no duties other than to keep eyes out for lopers, save that Buck was at all times grand marshal of the parade, picking the footing, bossing the other mules, carrying out Smith's orders. Mules at liberty rotated as draft animals; only Buck was never in harness. Betty and Beulah had had their feelings hurt at being required to accept harness; they were gentry of the saddle, and they knew it. But Buck had had harsh words with them and harsher nips and kicks; they had shut up and hauled.

No real driving was required; only two reins were used, one to each of the lead pair and running from them back through rings on the collars of the following mules to the seat of the leading wagon, there usually loosely secured rather than held. Although the males were all stallions, these mules did what Buck ordered. Smith had stopped at Separation and lost most of a day to trade a strong brute with good shoulders for a younger, lighter stud because the bigger mule had not been willing to accept Buck's dominance. Buck was ready to fight it out, but Smith did not let the old mule risk it; he needed Buck's brain and judgment, and would not risk Buck's spirit being broken by losing to a younger stallion-or take a chance that Buck might be injured.

In real trouble more reins would not help. If the mules panicked and ran-unlikely but possible-two humans could not hold them, even with a double handful of reins. Smith was ready at any instant to pick off his lead pair, then hope that not too many mules would break legs stumbling over the corpses and pray that the wagons would not overturn.

Smith wanted to reach their destination with all his livestock; he hoped to get there with about 80 percent including a breeding pair of each sort-but if they arrived with enough draft animals to pull the wagons (including at least one breeding pair) plus a pair of goats, he could consider it a conditional victory and they would make their stand, to live or to die.

How many mules were "enough" was a variable. Near the end of the trip it could be as low as four-then go back and get the second wagon. But if the number of mules dropped below twelve before they conquered Hopeless Pa.s.s-turn back.

Turn back at once. Abandon one or both wagons, jettison what they could not salvage, slaughter any animals that could not make it without help, travel light with any extra mules trailing along, unwitting walking larders.

If Woodrow Wilson Smith limped back into Separation on foot, his wife riding-miscarried but still alive-it still would not be defeat. He had his hands, he had his brain, he had the strongest of human incentives: a wife to care for and cherish. In a few years they might try Hopeless Pa.s.s again-and not make the mistakes he had made the first time.

In the meantime he was happy, with all the wealth any man could hope for.

Smith leaned out of the wagon seat. "Hey, Buck! Suppertime."

"Shupper dime," Buck repeated, then called out, "Shupper dime! dime! s.h.i.+rko s.h.i.+rko nigh! nigh! s.h.i.+rko s.h.i.+rko nigh! nigh!" The lead pair turned left, started bringing the train around in a circle.

Dora said, "The Sun is still high."

"Yes," her husband agreed, "and that's why. The Sun is high, it's very hot, the mules are tired and sweaty and hungry and thirsty. I want them to graze. Tomorrow we'll be up before dawn and rolling at first light-make as many kilometers as possible before it gets too b.l.o.o.d.y hot. Then another early stop."

"I wasn't questioning it, dear; I simply wanted to know why. I'm finding that being a schoolmarm hasn't taught me all I need to know to be a pioneer wife."

"I understood; that's why I explaind. Dora, always always ask me if I do anything you don't understand; you do have to know . . because if something happens to me, then it'll be up to you. Just hold your questions until later if I seem to be in a hurry." ask me if I do anything you don't understand; you do have to know . . because if something happens to me, then it'll be up to you. Just hold your questions until later if I seem to be in a hurry."

"I'll try, Woodrow-I am am trying. I'm hot and thirsty myself; those poor dears must be feeling it dreadfully. If you can spare me, I'll water them while you unharness." trying. I'm hot and thirsty myself; those poor dears must be feeling it dreadfully. If you can spare me, I'll water them while you unharness."

"No, Dora."

"But-Sorry."

"d.a.m.n it, I said always to ask why. But I was about to explain. First we let them graze an hour. That will cool them down some in spite of the Sun, and, being thirsty, they'll look for short green stuff under this tall dry stuff. They will get a little moisture out of that. Meantime I'm going to measure the water barrels . . but I know that we're going on short water rations. Should've yesterday. Dorable, you see that patch of dark green way up there below the pa.s.s? I think there is water there, dry as it's been . . and pray hard that there is, because I don't expect to find water between here and there. We may have no water at all the last day or so. It doesn't take a mule long to die without water and not much longer for a man."

"Woodrow . . is it as bad as that?"

"It is, dear. That's why I've been studying the photomaps. The clearest ones Andy and I made a long time ago, when we surveyed this planet-but in early spring for this hemisphere. The shots Zack took for me aren't much; the 'Andy J.' isn't equipped as a survey s.h.i.+p. As may be, I took this route because it looked faster. But every wash we've crossed the past ten days has been bone-dry. My mistake and it may be my last one."

"Woodrow! Don't talk that way!" Don't talk that way!"

"Sorry, dear. But there is always a last mistake. I'll do my d.a.m.nedest to see that this is not not my last mistake-because it must not happen to you. I'm simply trying to impress you with how carefully we must conserve water." my last mistake-because it must not happen to you. I'm simply trying to impress you with how carefully we must conserve water."

"You've impressed me. I'll be most careful with cleaning up and so forth."

"I still haven't made it clear. There will be no was.h.i.+ng at all at all-not a face wash, not even a hand wash. Pans and such you'll scour with dirt and gra.s.s and put them in the suns.h.i.+ne and hope they sterilize. Water is only for drinking. The mules go on half water rations at once, and you and I, instead of the liter and a half of liquid each day a human is supposed to need, will each try to get by on a half liter. Uh, Mrs. Whiskers will get a full ration of water; she has to make milk for her kids. If it gets too tough, we slaughter the kids and let her dry up."

"Oh, dear!"

"We may not have to. But, Dora, we aren't even close to last extremities. If the going gets really tough, we kill a mule and drink its blood."

"What! Why, they're our friends!" Why, they're our friends!"

"Dora, listen to your old man. I promise you that we will never kill Buck, or Beulah, or Betty. If I must, it will be a mule we bought in New Pittsburgh. But if one of our three old friends die-we eat him. Her."

"I don't think I could."

"You will when you're hungry enough. If you think about the baby inside you, you'll eat without hesitation and bless your dead friend for helping to keep your baby alive. Don't talk about what you can't do when the chips are down, dear-because you can can. Did Helen ever tell you stories about the first winter here?"

"No. She said I didn't need to know."

"Could be she was mistaken. I'll tell you one of the less grisly ones. We placed-I placed-a heel-and-toe watch over the seed grain, with orders to shoot to kill. And one guard did. A drumhead court-martial exonerated the guard; the man he killed was clearly stealing seed grain-his corpse had halfchewed grain in its mouth. Not Helen's husband, by the way; placed-a heel-and-toe watch over the seed grain, with orders to shoot to kill. And one guard did. A drumhead court-martial exonerated the guard; the man he killed was clearly stealing seed grain-his corpse had halfchewed grain in its mouth. Not Helen's husband, by the way; he he died like a gentleman-malnutrition and some fever I never identified." died like a gentleman-malnutrition and some fever I never identified."

Smith added, "Buck's got us hauled around. Let's get busy." He jumped down, reached up to help her. "And smile, baby, smile!-this show is being transmitted back to Earth to show those poor crowded people how easy easy it is to take a new planet-courtesy of DuBarry's Delicious Deodorants, of which I need a bucketful." it is to take a new planet-courtesy of DuBarry's Delicious Deodorants, of which I need a bucketful."

She smiled. "I stink worse than you do, my love."

"That's better, darling; we'll make it. It's just the first step that's a dilly. Oh, yes! No cooking fire."

" 'No f-' Yes, sir."

"Nor any until we get out of this dry stuff. Don't strike a light for any reason-even if you've dropped your rubies and can't find them."

" 'Rubies-' Woodrow, it was wonderful of you to give me rubies. But right now I would swap them for another barrel of water."

"No, you wouldn't, dearest, because rubies don't weigh anything and I took every barrel the mules could haul. I was delighted that Zack had those rubies along and I could give them to you. A bride should be cherished. Let's take care of these tired mules."

After they turned the mules loose, Dora tried to figure out what she could feed her husband without the use of fire while Smith got busy on the fence. The fence was not much, but having only two wagons, they could not form a proper defensive circle; the best that could be done was to angle the wagons as far as the front axle of the second wagon permitted, then surround the bivouac with a fence of sorts-sharpened stakes of bra.s.swood, each two meters long, and held together and s.p.a.ced by what pa.s.sed for rope in New Pittsburgh. The result, when held up on two sides by wagons and braced to the ground along the hypotenuse, const.i.tuted a high and fairly nasty picket fence. It would not slow up a dragon, but this was not dragon country. Lopers did not like it.

Smith did not like it much, either, but it was made on New Beginnings of all-native materials, could be repaired by a man who was handy, did not weigh much, could be abandoned with no great loss-and contained no metal. Smith had been able to buy two st.u.r.dy, boat-bodied, Conestoga-type wagons in New Pittsburgh only by offering in part payment complete hardware for two other wagons-hardware imported across the light-years in the Andy J Andy J. New Pittsburgh was far more "New" than "Pittsburgh"; there was iron ore there and coal, but its metals industry was still primitive.

The chickens, the sow, the goats, and even the humans were tasty temptations to wild lopers, but with the goats and kids shooed inside the kraal, two alert watchdogs, and sixteen mules grazing on all sides, Smith felt reasonably secure at night. True, a loper might get a mule, but it was much more likely that the mule would get the loper-especially as other mules would close in and help stomp the carnivore. These mules did not run from a loper; they struck out at him. Smith thought that, in time, mules might clean out the varmints even more than men did, make them as scarce as mountain lions had been in his youth.

A mule-stomped loper was readily converted into loper steak, loper stew, loper jerky-and dog and cat food, and Mrs. Porky the sow enjoyed the offal-all at no loss to the mules. Smith did not care much for loper in any form; the meat was too strongly flavored for his taste-but it was better than nothing and kept them from digging too deeply into food they had hauled along. Dora did not share her husband's distaste for loper meat; born there and having eaten it now and then since earliest childhood, it seemed to her a normal food.

But Smith wished that he had time to hunt one of the herbivores that were the loper's natural prey-six-legged like the loper but otherwise resembling a misshapen okapi-their meat was much milder. They were called "prairie goats," which they were not, but systematic taxonomy of fauna and flora on New Beginnings had not gone far; there had been as yet no time for such intellectual luxuries. Smith had shot a prairie goat from the seat of the wagon a week earlier (now only a memory, bittersweet, of tasty tender meat). Smith did not feel justified in taking a day off to hunt until they had conquered Hopeless Pa.s.s. But he kept hoping for another chance shot.

Maybe now-"Fritz! Lady Macbeth! Here!" The dogs trotted up and waited. "High sentry. Loper! Prairie goat! Up! Up!" The dogs immediately got on the very top of the lead wagon, making it in two jumps and a scramble, step, seat, and curved top. There they split the duty, nigh side and off side-and there they would stay until told to get down. Smith had paid a stiff price for the pair, but he had known they were good dogs; he had picked their ancestors on Earth and had fetched them with the first wave. Smith was not a "doggie" man in any fanatic sense; he simply believed that a partners.h.i.+p that had lasted so long on Earth would serve men equally well on strange planets.

Dora was sobered by her husband's words, but once she got busy working, she cheered up. Shortly, while trying to plan a menu from little choice and without a cooking fire, she came across something that vexed her-good for her as it displaced her worrisome thoughts. Besides, she did not really believe that her husband could fail at anything.

She came around the end of the second wagon, crossed the little kraal to where her husband was making sure that his fence was tight. "Oh, that pesky little rooster!"

Woodrow looked around. "Hon, you look cute in just a sunbonnet."

"Not just a sunbonnet, I'm wearing boots, too. Don't you want to hear what that nasty little rooster did?"

"I would rather discuss how you look. Adorable, that is. Nevertheless, I'm not pleased with the way you are dressed."

"What? But it's so hot, dear. Since I can't wash, I thought an air bath might make me smell better."