Bowl of Heaven

it’s got eyes.”

“A living blimp,” Cliff said. “That’s one adaptation I didn’t think of.”

Through his binocs he close-upped the warty hide of the thing. Bumps and gouges expanded into turrets and sealed locks. Yet the thing had big eyes and ample fins like the sails of a fat ship. They canted to catch the wind and he saw other eyes toward the stern of it.

How could such a thing evolve? He had seen floating birdlike things with big, orange throats they could expand. But he’d guessed that was just a sexual display, not a navigational trick. There were odd slits in its side. At extreme magnification he saw things moving along there and abruptly knew he was seeing through a transparent window. The tiny shapes visible there looked like the Bird Folk. “Living, sure. With passengers.”

Irma said, “I can see the tail as it comes around. Big! It’s sure hard to judge distance here. From the detail, I can see it’s a long way off, ten klicks at least.”

Terry said, “So it’s really large.…”

“We’d better run,” Aybe said, and took the magcar whooshing down the slope. He popped up the field screen to deflect the wind.

Terry said, “Circle round, block their view so they can’t see us as they approach.”

“Right,” Cliff said, thinking. “Run into those canyons and stay low. We’ll be hidden then.”

They continued down, Aybe deftly buffeting them against the magnetic fields. This took them frighteningly close to the sheets of rock that made up the spire. “Stay near the trees, at least!” shouted Terry. “If we smack those rocks at these speeds — ”

“Don’t bother me!” Aybe shouted, and narrowed his eyes, gripping the yoke tightly. Sweat ran down his brow and dripped off his chin.

They got into a narrow canyon just as something came arcing through the sky. It was a slim airplane with visible pilots. “Should’ve known they’d send something faster. Think they saw us?”

“We were visible only a few seconds — ”

The canyon wall exploded. Shards and chunks of rock rained down. The windshield proved to be better than that. Cliff jerked his head up at the wham of impact and saw a rock larger than his head fall, tumbling, then sag into the field shield and bounce off.

Aybe threw the yoke forward and they accelerated, a meter above the rough ground. The car jittered as the magnetics dealt with the onrushing shelves of rock in the canyon floor.

Carl heard somebody’s breath rasping in and out. He had heard it before. It was his. The others were hanging on as Aybe made a hard left into a narrow side cut. What if this is a box canyon? Cliff thought but decided not to say. It was too late. They rounded the sharp curve and another wham behind them threw rocks and gravel against the magcar. Cliff looked up but could not see the plane. Aybe took a hard right into a passage that angled steeply up so only a sliver of sky showed.

Irma said, “If we get trapped in here — ”

“We’re not running, we’re hiding,” Aybe said flatly. “I don’t think they can see us this far down in a crevice.”

Terry said, “You decided that without a word?”

“There wasn’t time. They threw missiles at us so fast, I could barely stay out of their view. They’d catch us eventually.”

Irma said, “You’re right. Or anyway, we have to stick with this now.”

Terry hunched down and twisted his mouth skeptically. “What if they just use bigger warheads?”

“I doubt they can. Punching away at the understructure of this Bowl is risky,” Cliff said. “I’d bet they don’t use heavy ordnance.”

“Let’s hope,” Terry said.

So they sat. They kept the screen up, which in turn muffled outside sounds. They sat so they could watch in all four directions, including up at the crooked line of blue sky. That soon went white from clouds scudding in. They could hear no sounds of the plane or the colossal balloon creature, and neither crossed the crack of sky.

Purple clouds slid across the narrow slit above. For a moment they drew down the windscreen and listened. A breeze stirred the sand nearby but they could hear no odd sounds. “We’d better just stay here, lie still, draw no fire,” Aybe said.

So they waited a long hour. Then another.

Terry got impatient. They dropped the screen again, and everyone got out to pee. Cliff squatted in a side passage and had just finished up using the paper tree bark to clean himself when suddenly big raindrops smacked his head. More spattered down as he ran back, getting soaked. By the time he got there, torrents were hammering on the magcar and bringing a prickly tinge of ozone as lightning forked and crackled. He was last and they all got more wet when Aybe dropped the screen to let Cliff in.

They sat and watched noisy water splash down the rock walls. Streams rushed by, gathering force and lapping at the car.

“We’d better get the hell out of here,” Terry said.

Aybe scowled skeptically at the rushing water. “Okay. I’d rather get caught than drown.”

“If water gets drawn up into our undercarriage — ” Cliff stopped. “Never mind, we don’t really know how this thing works anyway.”

This had been bothering him, but it did no good to say so now. You learn more with your mouth shut, he thought. Amazing, how often that’s the right way to go. No one said anything as streams slid down the screen, blurring the view.

“Somebody could come up on us here and we’d never know,” Terry mused. “But movement draws attention,” Terry added.

Cliff recalled his father saying, The early bird may get the worm, sure, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

“We can’t just sit here,” Aybe said adamantly. “That living balloon will come looking, use a search grid.”

Irma nodded, her hair bedraggled. Aybe tried the controls and got a comforting hum from the floor. He lifted them above the muddy, frothing waters. Gingerly he found a side channel and went up it. After cautiously following that for minutes, Aybe paused to see if any danger lurked. A broad canyon yawned ahead, ghostlike in the sleeting rain that blew by in gusts. “This is a real break,” he said, looking back at the others, who were still wringing water out of their clothes. “Looks like a long valley. I think I’ll make time up that canyon so that air whale can’t find us.”

“Unless they can look through rain in nonvisible wavelengths,” Terry said. “Then we’ll be a nice fat moving target.”

Irma said, “And we are a target. Aybe, don’t worry — you won’t get caught. They’re shooting to kill.”

Silence as this sank in.

“Um,” Aybe said. “I’ll hug the walls, then.”

“Might help,” Terry said, “but — ” He glanced up at an angle, saw nothing through the hammering downpour. “ — we don’t know where that sky whale is.”

“And we won’t know,” Cliff said. “That’s our problem.”

Aybe grinned. “Indecision may or may not be my problem.…” They all laughed, breaking the tension.

Out they went. The canyon snaked a lot and through the screen looked like dim blobs. Without saying anything, Aybe turned up the speed, elevating another meter for safety. At a speed Cliff judged to be at least sixty klicks an hour, the driving rain seemed to miraculously go away. Water swept around the sides and Cliff realized this was from the speed, clearing the view far better than wipers could.

They sat and pretended not to worry, which only lengthened the silences between them. Cliff realized that while they had been running from aliens for long weeks now, the odds had changed. The birdlike aliens were trying to kill them now. If cornered, what should he do?

He knew he wouldn’t beg. That would be an insult to all humanity. He felt this immediately, without thinking.

The others were probably thinking about this, too. He could see the strain in their averted eyes, the sagging lines of fatigue in Irma, who was still futilely trying to wring out her hair. How much longer could they take of this?