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Copyright © 1979, 2012 by Brian Stableford
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DEDICATION
For Dave and Hazel Langford
CHAPTER ONE
The chapter of accidents began as soon as it found the opportunity. We began signaling the planet as soon as we emerged into normal space and established a stable temporary orbit. We got a reply within minutes, breaking our previous record by a considerable margin. We couldn’t believe that after a hundred and fifty years they’d have a man permanently stationed at the radio, and it seemed like a lucky accident that someone was passing by at the time. Accident it was, lucky it wasn’t, as things turned out.
The first person to respond to our call was a man who didn’t give his name, probably because he was too busy wrestling with his astonishment. He had a bad case of buckpasser’s disease and disappeared before we could establish meaningful communication in order to find someone more qualified to deal with unexpected emergencies. He was gone for some time, but he was eventually replaced by a woman who gave her name as Helene Levasseur. Her attitude was rather different—she seemed positively greedy for the opportunity to talk to us. She had a fast reaction time and she was a quick thinker. Right from the first moment she began to play her own game.
She didn’t seem consumed with boundless joy when Nathan explained who we were and why we were visiting her world (which went by the unusually ugly name of Geb). We were used to that. After all, the colony had been here for a century and a half without Earth having bothered to send so much as a telegram of congratulation. She could be forgiven for a certain lack of enthusiasm on learning now that there was a ship circling up above carrying a crew of seven and offering to solve all the planet’s problems with a cheery smile and a lab full of genetic engineering technology. We had learned to accept mild bitterness, strong sarcasm and even mild hostility, granting that there was some cause for any and all of them. A hundred and fifty years is a long time to be without a lifeline, or even a “hello.” The colony had every right to believe that Earth had forgotten them or ignored them, and to resent that fact.
Despite her lack of joy, Helene Levasseur questioned us rapidly and efficiently on the purpose of our mission and the resources we had to help us carry it out. Nathan handled the answers with his customary charm, and the conversation was building up some momentum when Pete had to intervene to ask for instructions, suggestions or opinions on where he ought to land the ship.
The woman didn’t seem to want to answer the question immediately. She broke the contact to talk to someone else, and when she came back it was with more questions about Daedalus and her equipment.
Pete got a little upset. He and Karen had had to make repairs on Attica, and he wasn’t altogether happy about the condition of the ship. He wanted to get this last landing over—and he’d have been just as happy not to have to make it. He pressed for a decision, but Mme. Levasseur replied that it was a matter of putting the ship down where its resources could do most good. Geb, she said, was a big world, and its problems weren’t gathered together in one corral.
It sounded reasonable enough, except for one thing. Even in a hundred and fifty years the colony shouldn’t have expanded that much from the original landing site of the colony ships. But we were too pleased to be getting what sounded like a reasonable response to worry about quibbling.
Nathan asked politely for a decision, apologizing for the necessity of rushing her. She seemed reluctant—or made a show of seeming reluctant—and then she swooped. “You have photographic equipment on board?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Nathan, slightly peeved because he thought she was changing the subject again.
“Could you take some aerial photographs for us on your way in?”
Nathan looked up at Pete, showing his surprise but also asking a question. Pete frowned, and looked doubtful.
“That’s a bit difficult,” said Nathan. “It depends what you expect us to pick up with the pictures. You don’t have to be too far up before you can’t see anything at all. And then there’s the matter of clouds....”
The connection broke for another private conversation at the other end. Then she cut back in and said, “The weather’s clear over the region we want scanned. Basically, what we want is for you to do a low pass over the mountain range in southeast Akhnaton. We can give you a landing site in the plain to the east. I’m in a small town about a hundred miles inland, but it doesn’t matter if you overshoot me or fall short. Anywhere in the plain will do, provided that you could overpass the mountains as you come in and get the photographs.”
“I don’t think we can do that,” said Nathan cautiously, still keeping one eye on Pete. He and Karen were looking at the map. Akhnaton was the largest continent, and the mountains were the biggest range on the planet—Geb’s answer to the Himalayas—except they weren’t quite so big and were close enough to the equator not to be so cold except on the peaks. The survey team had named them the Isis Mountains. The only reason their leader had picked the world-name Geb was that it was the name of the Egyptian earth god, and it gave him carte blanche to name everything else that needed a name after something from ancient Egyptian history or mythology. It was a better way out of the problem than some I’d encountered.
“You say that you’ve come here to offer us help,” said Mme. Levasseur. “Whatever help we need was the way you phrased it, I believe. We need those pictures, and we don’t have an airplane capable of taking them. The only way we can get up into the mountains is on donkey-back. But there’s something we need to find that will show up from the air much better than from the ground.”
“What?” asked Nathan. It sounded to me like a reasonable question.
“For the time being,” she said, “I can’t tell you. And to be quite honest, I’m not quite sure yet that we want you to know the story.”
This time it was Nathan who broke the connection. “They’ve got a bloody nerve,” observed Karen.
“It’s weird,” I said. “Tell them we can’t do it.”
Nathan looked pensive, turning the matter over in his mind. “Can we?” he asked Pete.
Pete was still wearing the frown as if it. had become permanent. Perhaps the wind had changed. “We’d take pictures as we came in anyhow,” he said. “That’s routine. Most of them need special analysis to yield any kind of data, but during the last couple of minutes we’re low enough to spot objects on the ground—houses, cultivated fields.”
“If there are houses and cultivated fields in those mountains,” said Conrad, levelly, “then something’s gone very wrong with their agricultural planning.”
“It’s a difficult flight-path,” said Karen.
“But it’s a possible one,” admitted Pete. “If you think we ought to do it...the worst that can happen to us is atmospheric trouble and overheating in the systems. If we weren’t near the end of the mission and the systems weren’t a little dicey we could do it easily, but....”
“If we can do it,” said Nathan, “I think we ought to.”
“Tell ’em to go to hell,” offered Karen.
“That’s not what we’re here for,” he reminded
