They hiked for a day making good time across the hills. Tally was beginning to spot the trails of the villagers without Andrew's help, as if her eyes were learning how to see the forest better.
As night fell, they found a cave to make camp in. Tally started to collect firewood, but stopped when she noticed Andrew watching her with a mystified expression. 'What's up?'
'A fire? Outsiders will see!'
'Oh, right. Sorry.' She sighed, rubbing her hands together to drive the chill from her fingers. 'So this revenge thing makes for some cold nights on the trail, doesn't it?'
'Being cold is better than being dead, Tally,' he said, then shrugged. 'And perhaps our journey will not last so long. We will reach the edge of the world tomorrow.'
'Right, sure.' During the day's hike, Andrew hadn't been convinced by Tally's description of the world: a planet 40,000 kilometers around, hanging in an airless void, with gravity making everyone stick to it. Of course, from his perspective it probably did sound pretty nutty People used to get arrested for believing in a round world, they said in school— and it had usually been holy men doing the arresting.
Tally picked out two packages of SwedeBalls. 'At least we don't have to build a fire to have hot food.'
Andrew drew closer, watching her fill the purifier. He'd been chewing on dried meat all day, and was pretty excited about trying some 'food of the gods.' When the purifier pinged and Tally lifted the cover, his jaw dropped at the sight of steam rising from the reconstituted SwedeBalls. She handed it to him. 'Go ahead. You first.'
She didn't have to insist. Back in the village the men always ate first, and the women and littlies got leftovers. Tally was a god, of course, and in some ways they had treated her as an honorary man, but some habits died hard. Andrew took the purifier from her and stuck his hand in to grab a meatball. He yanked it out with a yelp.
'Hey, don't bum yourself,' she said.
'But where is the fire?' he asked softly, sucking on his fingers as he held up the purifier to look for a flame underneath.
'It's electronic … a very small fire. Are you sure you don't want to try chopsticks?'
He experimented with the sticks hopelessly for a while, which allowed the SwedeBalls to cool, then finally dug in with his hands. A slightly disappointed expression crossed his face as he chewed. 'Hmm.'
'What's wrong?'
'I thought that food of the gods would be … better, somehow.'
'Hey, this is dehydrated food of the gods, okay?'
Tally ate after he was done, but her CurryNoods were underwhelming after the feast of the night before. She remembered from her days in the Smoke how much better food could taste in the wild. Even fresh produce was never spectacular when it had been harvested from hydroponic tanks. And she had to agree with Andrew — dehydrated food was resolutely not divine.
The young holy man was surprised when Tally didn't want to sleep curled up with him — it was winter, after all. She explained that privacy was a god thing — he wouldn't understand — but he still moped at her as she chewed her toothpaste pill and found her own corner of the cave to sleep in.
It was the middle of the night when Tally awoke half-frozen, regretting her rudeness. After a long, silent session of self-recrimination, she sighed and crawled over to nestle against Andrew's back. He wasn't Zane, but the warmth of another person was better than lying on the stone floor shivering, miserable and alone.
When she awoke again at dawn, the smell of smoke filled the cave.
THE EDGE OF THE WORLD Tally tried to cry out, but a hand was planted firmly over her mouth.
She was about to thrash out with her fists in the semi-darkness, but some instinct told her not to — it was Andrew holding her. She could smell him, Tally realized. After two nights of sleeping next to each other, the back of her brain recognized his scent.
She relaxed, and he let go.
'What is it?' she whispered.
'Outsiders. Enough of them to build a fire.'
She puzzled over this for a moment, then nodded: Because of the blood feud, only a large party of armed men would dare build a fire outside the safety of their village.
Tally sniffed the smoky air, detecting the smell of searing meat. The sounds of raucous conversation reached her ears. They must have camped close by after Tally and Andrew had gone to sleep, and now they were cooking breakfast.
'What do we do?'
'You stay here. I will see if I can find one alone.'
'You're doing what?' she hissed.
He drew his father's knife. 'This is my chance to settle the score.'
'Score? What is this, a soccer game?' Tally whispered. 'You'll get killed! Like you said, there must be lots of them.'
He scowled. 'I will only take one who is alone. I'm not a fool.'
'Forget it!' She took hold of Andrew, locking her fingers around his wrist. He tried to pull away, but his wiry strength was no match for her postoperation muscles.
He glared at her, then spoke in a loud voice. 'If we fight, they'll hear us.'
'No kidding. Shhh!'
'Let me go!' His voice raised in volume again, and Tally realized that he would gladly shout if he had to. Honor compelled him to hunt the enemy, even if it jeopardized both their lives. Of course, the outsiders probably wouldn't hurt Tally once they saw her pretty face, but Andrew would be killed if they were caught, which was going to happen if he didn't shut up. She had no choice but to release his wrist.
Andrew turned away without another word and crawled from the cave, knife in hand.
Tally sat in the darkness, stunned, replaying their fight in her mind. What could she have said to him? What whispered arguments could overcome decades of blood feud? It was hopeless.
Maybe it went deeper than that. Tally remembered again her conversation with Dr. Cable, who had claimed that human beings always rediscovered war, always became Rusties in the end — the species was a planetary plague, whether they knew what a planet was or not. So what was the cure for that, except the operation?
Maybe the Specials had the right idea.
Tally crouched in the cave, miserable, hungry, and thirsty. Andrew's waterskin was empty and there was nothing to do except wait for him to come back. Unless he wasn't coming back.
How could he just leave her here?
Of course, he'd had to leave his own father lying in a cold stream, injured and certain to be killed. Maybe anybody would want revenge after going through a thing like that. But Andrew wasn't looking for the men who'd killed his father, he was just out to murder a random stranger— anyone would do. It didn't make any sense.
The smells of cooking eventually faded. Creeping up to the mouth of the cave, Tally no longer heard any sounds from the outsider camp, only wind in the leaves.
Then she saw someone coming through the trees…
It was Andrew. He was covered in mud, as if he'd been crawling around on his belly, but the knife clutched in his hand looked clean. Tally didn't see any blood on his hands. As he grew closer, she saw with relief that he wore an expression of disappointment. 'So, no luck?' she said.
He shook his head. 'My father is not yet avenged.'
'Tough. Let's get going.'
He frowned. 'No breakfast?'
Tally scowled. A moment ago he'd wanted nothing more than to ambush and murder some random stranger, and now his face looked like a littlie's whose promised ice cream had been snatched away.
'Too late for breakfast,' she said, and pulled her backpack up onto her shoulder. 'Which way to the edge of the world?'
They walked in silence until well past noon, when Tally's grumbling stomach finally forced a stop. She prepared VegiRice for them both, not in the mood for the taste of pseudomeat.
Andrew was like an anxious-to-please puppy, gamely trying to use chopsticks and making jokes about his
