equipment, tactics, perhaps even general strategy.
“I wonder if they dream?” Cham asked.
“They’re
“Wonder if they ever get confused and end up with parts of each other? It’s scary, how much we’re going to have to learn.”
Deceleration began. Up and down returned to the Ship of the Law; humans and Brothers explored the new order of things. The quarters were divided into human and Brother sectors in the first two homeballs. A buffer of empty quarters and shared hallways gave cords spaces in which to hide and conduct their private, instinctive affairs. Provisions were made for human capture of straying cords; boxes mounted in well-traveled halls were filled with specially scented bags (tea and cabbage odors) with which to sedate and carry any cords they might find in human quarters.
Some practise sessions were arranged; Martin learned where to pick up a cord, before and after it had been covered with a scented bag. The best place to hold a cord was along the smooth, leathery body forward of the claw legs and behind the feelers. The cord mouth parts opened ventrally just to the rear of the feelers. The only danger —as yet untested—was that a cord, away from its fellows, might defend itself if the pick-up and bagging ritual was not properly observed. It might then nip or chew on a human, and certain alkaloids in its saliva might cause a toxic reaction, perhaps no more severe than a rash, perhaps worse, so why take chances?
What the humans learned soon enough was that the Brothers’ diet was simple. They ate a cultivated broth of small green and purple organisms, resembling aquatic worms, neither plants nor animals. These organisms— Stonemaker suggested they might be called noodles—grew under bright lights; they could move freely within their liquid-filled containers, but derived most of their nutrients from simple chemicals. At one stage in their growth, they ate each other, and the remains of their feasts contributed substantially to the broth.
Brothers always ate disassembled, the cords gathering around the vats like snakes around bowls of milk. While the cords dined, two or more braids watched over the diners.
The snake mothers had nothing to do with preparing the broth. Growing food was a particularly important ritual for the Brothers, and it was apparently an honor to be placed in charge of the broth vats.
This much the human crew was allowed to observe. Other aspects of Brotherly life were more circumspect. Because cords could die as individuals—it was normal, like shedding skin—reproduction continued after a fashion. Breeding cords were sequestered and their activities were hidden from the humans.
Three braids seemed to act as intellectual reserves for the entire group. These braids appeared slow, not particularly personable; they spoke no English, communicated not at all with humans, but occasionally disassembled, and some of their parts would be used for a time by other braids. Erin Eire called them Wisdom, Honor, and Charity; the names stuck, at least among the humans.
Stonemaker became familiar to all the humans; Shipmaker and Eye on Sky also mixed freely. Others came forward more gradually to interact with the humans. Within two days, twenty-three Brothers mingled regularly. Their English improved rapidly.
Within a tenday of the merger, rudimentary jokes could be exchanged. Brother humor was simple enough: sickly-sweet flower-smells marked a kind of laughter, brought on by simple stories whose punchline always involved involuntary disassembly. The Brothers particularly enjoyed stories or mimicry of humans passing gas or fainting.
With Hans’ approval, Paola Birdsong appointed herself a special student of Brotherly language and behavior.
Giacomo and Jennifer volunteered to help coordinate human and Brother libraries, working with Eye on Sky and Shipmaker. Hans suggested they first translate and integrate what the libraries had to say about galactic history and battle strategy and tactics. Jennifer was disappointed by these practical priorities; she desperately wanted to explore Brother mathematics.
Martin observed, in his library visits, that the ship’s mind was itself translating and correlating information.
Rosa Sequoia stayed in the background, watching everything intently, weighing and measuring the new situation.
The remnants of Martin’s funk had passed like fog. For hours at a time he did not think of Theresa or William.
Hakim, Harpal, and Luis Estevez Saguaro joined forces with a Brother named Silken Parts, a large (five meters long) and dapper-looking braid whose cords were, indeed, somewhat silkier in texture than those of other Brothers. Together, they organized a combined search team in the nose.
Giacomo and Jennifer acted as search team advisors, but were now absorbed in their library work and theoretical activities.
Remotes were sent out and Leviathan came under close scrutiny.
After four days immersed in studying Leviathan, Hakim asked to speak with Martin, alone and in Martin’s quarters.
They squatted beside each other and sipped strong sweet hot tea, Hakim’s favorite.
Hakim was agitated. “I will speak of this with Hans soon,” Hakim began, eyes downturned. “This is awkward, I know, but I do not know how he will react. I myself do not know how to react. I hope you can advise me.”
“About what?” Martin asked.
“Silken Parts has gone to the Brothers now, and I understand they face similar difficulties. The information from the remotes is disturbing.”
“How?” Martin asked.
“I am most embarrassed.”
“Christ, Hakim—”
Hakim glanced at him sharply, disliking religious blasphemies of any sort.
“I’m sorry. Tell me.”
“Our early information about Leviathan seems to have been completely in error. I don’t know
“How different?”
“Leviathan has fifteen planets, not ten, or even twelve.”
Hakim winced and shook his head. “The star itself has much the same characteristics—some not unexpected refinements in spectral measurements. Almost everything else seems to have changed.”
“How wrong could we have been?”
“Not this wrong,” Hakim said. “I am upset to think the ship’s instruments could have misled us; even more upset to think we could have misinterpreted the facts so.”
“Fifteen planets sounds awfully crowded.”
“It is. I have referred the momerath to Jennifer and Giacomo. The orbital patterns as we see them are astonishing. We believe the system must be artificial, and artificially maintained—which would require great expenditures of energy.”
“What else?”
“The system is rich with raw materials. Two of the planets, not four, are large gas giants, and they are not depleted. The fourth planet is a true enigma—about one hundred thousand kilometers in diameter, with a distinct and apparently solid surface, not a gas giant… but with a density comparable to the gas giants’.”
“Hakim, I know you’ve checked this a dozen times—”
“We’ve made measurements more often than I can count, separately and together. The current information seems correct, Martin. I am mortified to possibly have been so in error before.”
“The Red Tree Runners were inside the system. They saw ten planets. Their charts didn’t match with our views from a distance… and they certainly don’t conform now…”
“We could be in different universes, the differences are so great.”
“Right…” Martin screwed up his face in thought. “Hakim—”
“We were not wrong!” Hakim shouted, pounding the mat. He glanced at Martin expectantly.
