want this woman to be unhappy anymore because of him. He doesn't want to dry her tears or…
'Enough sleeping, son.' A sharp voice sliced through his dream. 'Wake up and join the world.'
Spur blinked, then gasped in disappointment. It wasn't fair; he didn't get to keep Comfort or the pie. The strange room he was in seemed to be a huge bay window filled with sunlight. In it was a scatter of dark shapes, one of which was moving. A cold hand pressed against his forehead.
'38.2 degrees,' said the docbot. 'But then a little fever is to be expected.'
'Dr. Niss?' said Spur.
'I'm never happy to see repeat customers, son.' The docbot shined pinlights into Spur's eyes. 'Do you know where you are? You were a little woozy when we picked you up.'
He licked his lips, trying to recall. 'The hospital?'
'Allworthy Memsen's hover. Open your mouth and say ahh.' The docbot brushed its medfin-ger across Spur's tongue, leaving a waxy residue that tasted like motor oil.
'The hover?' There was something important that Spur couldn't quite remember. 'But how did you get here?'
'I'm on call, son,' said the docbot. 'I can be anywhere there's a bot. Although this isn't much of an implementation. Feels two sizes too small.'
Spur realized then that this docbot was different from the one at the hospital. It only had two gripper arms and its eye was set on top of its headplate. What did he mean, repeat customers? Then the memory of the burn went roaring through his head. 'Comfort!' Spur tried to sit up but the docbot pushed him back down. 'Is she all right?'
'Still with us. We've saved her for now. But we'll talk about that after we look at your burns.'
'How long have I been here? Did they stop the burn?'
The docbot reached behind Spur's neck, untied the hospital gown and pulled it to his waist. 'I kept you down all last night and the better part of today to give your grafts a chance to take.' The new set of burns ran in rough stripes across his chest. There was a splotch like a misshapen handprint on top of his shoulder. 'You'll be on pain blockers for the next few days - they can poke holes in your memory, so don't worry if you forget how to tie your shoes.' The docbot flowed warm dermslix onto the grafts. 'Dermal regeneration just 13 percent,' it muttered.
'The burn, what about the burn?'
'Your people have it under control, according to that little Pendragon girl. I guess there's still some mopping up to do, but at least those kids are finally settling down. They were bouncing off the walls all last night.' He pulled the gown back up. 'You'll be fine son. Just stop playing with fire.'
Spur was already swinging his legs off the bed as he fumbled with the ties of the gown. But when he went to stand, the deck seemed to fall away beneath his feet.
'Whoops.' The docbot caught him. 'Another side effect of pain blockers is that they'll tilt your sense of balance.' He eased him back onto the bed. 'You're going to want someone to help you get around for now. The docbot twisted off its medfinger and dropped it in the sterilizer. 'I've got just the party for you. Wait here and I'll send him in.'
The docbot had scarcely popped out of the room when the High Gregory came bursting in, pushing a wheelchair. The entire bubble wall collapsed momentarily to reveal the L'ung, who started whooping and applauding for Spur. Memsen slipped in just as the wall reformed.
'You are the craziest, luckiest, bravest person I know.' The High Gregory was practically squeaking with excitement. 'What were you thinking when you picked her up? We were cheering so loud we thought you could probably hear us down there. I couldn't sleep all night, just thinking about it. Did you hear the L'ung just now? I taught them to clap hands for you. Here, have a seat.'
Spur allowed Memsen and the High Gregory to help him into the chair, although he was certain they were going to drop him. He shut his eyes, counted to three and when he opened them again the cabin had stopped chasing its tail. 'How do you know what I did?'
'We watched,' said Memsen. 'From the moment you stepped off the ramp, our spybugs were on you. The High Gregory is right. We were very moved.'
'You watched?' He felt his cheeks flush. 'I could've been killed.'
'Watch is all we're supposed to do,' said Memsen, 'according to your covenant.'
'But Memsen said we couldn't just leave you after you jumped into the water with her,' said the High Gregory. 'So we mowed down some forest to get to you, pulled the two of you out of the creek and qiced Dr. Niss into a bot that Betty Twosalt made.' He wheeled Spur toward the hull so he could see the view. 'She's good. She won a prize for her bots once.'
'And Comfort is all right?' Spur glanced back over his shoulder at Memsen. 'That's what Dr. Niss said.'
'Saved,' said Memsen, clicking her rings together. 'We were able to save her.'
The High Gregory parked the wheelchair as near to the hull as he could get, and set the brake. He made the deck transparent too, so they could see more of the valley. 'It's huge, Spur,' he said, gesturing through the hull at the remains of the burn. 'I've never seen anything like it.'
They were passing over Mercy's Creek headed for the Joerlys, although he scarcely recognized the land beneath them as he surveyed the damage. The fires Comfort had started must have been sucked by the indraft back toward the burn as Spur had hoped, creating a backfired barrier to its progress. The backfire and the head of the burn must have met somewhere just east of the Joerlys. Comfort's house, barn and all the sheds had burned to their foundations. Farther to the west, the Millisap and Ezzat farmsteads were also obliterated. And more than half of Lamana Ridge was a wasteland of blackened spikes rising out of gray ash. Wisps of white smoke drifted across the ravaged land like the ghosts of dead trees. But dispersed through the devastation were inexplicable clumps of unscathed forest, mostly deciduous hardwood. Spur was relieved to see a blue-green crown of forest to the north along the top of the ridge, where the Corps must have beaten the burn back.
'What about the east?' said Spur. 'Where did they stop it?'
But the hover was already turning and his view shifted, first south, where he could see the steeple of the communion hall on the Commons then southeast where CR22 sliced a thin line through intact forest. The High Gregory was watching him, his yellow eyes alight with anticipation.
'What?' said Spur, irked to be putting on a show for this fidgety upsider. 'What are you staring at?'
'You,' said the High Gregory. 'There's so much luck running in your family, Spur. You know we tried to pick your father up after we got you, but he wouldn't come, even though we told him you were hurt.'
'He was still there? That old idiot. Is he all right?'
'He's fine.' The High Gregory patted Spur's hand. 'He said he wasn't going to give his farm up without a fight. He had all your hoses out. He had this great line -I can't remember it exactly.' He looked to Memsen for help. 'Something about spitting?'
Memsen waited as a bench began to form from the deck. 'Your father said that if the pump gave out, he'd spit at the burn until his mouth went dry.'
Spur had raised himself out of the wheelchair, craning to see as the farm swung into view. The big house, the barns, the cottage were all untouched. But the orchards…
'He started his own backfire.' Spur sank back onto the seat. Over half the trees were gone: the Macintosh and GoReds and Pippins were charred skeletons. But at least Cape had saved the Alumars and the Huangs and the Galas. And GiGo's trees by the cottage, all those foolish Ma-couns.
'The wind had changed direction.' Memsen sat on the bench facing Spur. 'When we arrived, he had just knocked a hole in the gas tank of your truck and said he couldn't stop to talk. He was going drive through his orchard and then set the backfire. We thought it seemed dangerous so we put spybugs on him. But he knew exactly what he was about.' She showed Spur her teeth. 'He's a brave man.'
'Yes,' mused Spur, although he wondered if that were true. Maybe his father just loved his apples more than he loved his life. Spur felt the hover accelerate then and the ground below began to race by. They shot over the Commons and headed west in the direction of Longwalk.
'We watched all night,' said the High Gregory, 'just like your father told us. Memsen made Penny let everyone have a turn talking to Commander Adoula on the tell. The fire was so awesome in the dark. We flew through it again and again.'
The High Gregory's enthusiasm continued to annoy Spur.
Three farmsteads were gone and his own orchards decimated, but this boy thought he was having an
