Raft - Xeelee Sequence Part 24

The bodies of those who had not survived the crossing were lifted from the s.h.i.+p, wrapped in rags and dropped into the air. Rees glanced around the knot of mourners gathered at the port. He observed suddenly what a mix of people they were now: there were Raft folk like Jaen and Grye, alongside Gord and other miners; and there was Quid and his party of Boneys. They all mingled quite unselfconsciously, united by grief and pride. The old divisions meant nothing, Rees realized; in this new place there were only humans...

Eventually the Bridge would move on from this star but these bodies would remain here in orbit for many s.h.i.+fts, marking man's arrival in the new world, before air friction finally carried them into the flames of the star.

Despite the influx of fresh air Hollerbach continued to weaken steadily. At length he took to a pallet fixed before the Bridge's window-like hull. Rees joined the old Scientist; together they gazed out into the new starlight.

Hollerbach fell into a fit of coughing. Rees rested his hand on the old man's head, and at last Hollerbach's breathing steadied. "I told you you should have left me behind," he wheezed.

Rees ignored that and leant forward. "You should have seen the release of the young trees," he said. "We just opened the cages and out they flew... They've spread out around this star as if they were born here."

"Perhaps they were," Hollerbach observed drily. "Pallis would have liked that."

"I don't think any of us younger folk realized how green leaves could be. And the trees seem to be growing already. Soon we'll have a forest big enough to harvest, and we'll be able to move out: find whales, perhaps, fresh sources of food..."

Now Hollerbach began to fumble beneath his pallet; with Rees's help he retrieved a small package wrapped in grubby cloth.

"What's this?"

"Take it."

Rees unwrapped the cloth to expose a finely tooled machine the size of his cupped hands; at its heart a silver orb gleamed, and around the orb multicolored beads followed wire circles. "Your orrery," Rees said.

"I brought it in my personal effects."

Rees fingered the familiar gadget. Embarra.s.sed, he said: "Do you want me to have it when you're gone?"

"No, d.a.m.n it!" Hollerbach coughed indignantly. "Rees, your streak of sentimentality disturbs me. No, I wish now I'd left the b.l.o.o.d.y thing behind. Lad, I want you to destroy it. When you throw me out of that door send it after me."

Rees was shocked. "But why? It's the only orrery in the universe... literally irreplaceable."

"It means nothing!" The old eyes glittered. "Rees, the thing is a symbol of a lost past, a past we must disregard. We have clung to such tokens for far too long. Now we are creatures of this universe."

With sudden intensity the old man grabbed Rees's sleeve and seemed to be trying to pull himself upright. Rees, frowning, laid a hand on his shoulder and gently pressed him back. "Try to rest-"

"b.u.g.g.e.r that," Hollerbach rasped. "I haven't time to waste on resting... You have to tell them-"

"What?"

"To spread. Fan out through this nebula. We've got to fill every niche we can find here; we can't rely on relics of an alien past any more. If we're to prosper we must become natives of this place, find ways to live here, using our own ingenuity and resources..." Another coughing jag broke up his words. "I want that population explosion we spoke of. We can't ever again risk the future of the race in a single s.h.i.+p, or even a single nebula. We have to fill this d.a.m.n cloud, and go on to the other nebulae and fill them as well. I want not just thousands but millions of humans in this d.a.m.n place, talking and squabbling and learning.

"And s.h.i.+ps... we'll need new s.h.i.+ps. I see trade between the inhabited nebulae, as if they were the legendary cities of old Earth. I see us finding a way even to visit the realms of the gravitic creatures....

"And I see us one day building a s.h.i.+p that will fly us back through Bolder's Ring, the gateway to man's home universe. We'll return and tell our cousins there what became of us..." At last Hollerbach's energy was exhausted; the gray head slumped back against its rag pillow, eyes closing slowly.

When it was over Rees carried him to the port, the orrery wrapped in the stilled fingers. Silently he launched the body into the crisp air and watched it drift away until it was lost against the background of the falling stars; then, as Hollerbach had wished, he hurled the orrery into the sky. Within seconds it had vanished.

There was a warm ma.s.s at his side - Jaen, standing quietly with him. He took her hand, squeezing it gently, and his thoughts began to run along new, unexplored tracks. Now that the adventure was over perhaps he and Jaen might think about a new kind of life, of a home of their ownJaen gasped. She pointed. "My G.o.d... look."

Something came lunging out of the sky. It was a compact, pale green wheel of wood, like a tree six feet wide. It snapped to a halt mere yards from Rees's face and hovered there, maintaining its position with rapid flicks of rotation. Short, fat limbs snaked out of the trunk, and what looked like tools of wood and iron were fixed at various points to the rim. Rees searched in vain for the tree's tiny pilots.

"By the Bones, Rees," Jaen snapped, "what the h.e.l.l is it?"

Four eyes, blue and shockingly human, snapped open in the upper surface of the trunk and fixed them with a stern gaze.

Rees grinned. The adventure, he realized, was far from over.

In fact, it might barely have begun.