Anvil of Stars

worlds?”

“It is ripe with ships like seeds in shore fruit,” Eye on Sky said. “Tens of millions of vessels rising up, falling down. Every world takes ships but the twelfth. It orbits alone. The fourth planet is most visited.”

“Can we tell if there’s any commerce not using ships?” Martin asked. “Matter transmission—something more sophisticated?”

“Not found any such signs,” Eye on Sky said. “If they are using noach, of course we we are not detecting them.”

Martin rubbed the side of his nose. “Let’s send two messages, one after the other, video with speech accompaniment, the next with Brother text/sound. Coded pictures in polar and rectangular coordinates, one hundred shades, no color, of our ship seen from outside, a Brother assembled and disassembled, and a human male and human female seen from the front, naked. Show our origins related to the three nearest stars. Our fictitious origins, of course…”

“A Voyager message,” Paola said, smiling. She explained for the Brothers. Silken Parts had already researched this small bit of human history.

When it was finished, Martin projected the message for all to see. Silken Parts and Paola quickly worked to translate it into Brother text, which Eye on Sky approved. He suggested, “Let us add full set of symbols from each written language.”

They waited twelve hours. At some six billion kilometers from Leviathan, the first response to their inquiry came from the fourth planet, ten pictures in coordinate video. The mom quickly translated and projected them, one after another.

The pictures showed five different beings. The crew examined the portraits in sequence. The first type was four-legged, slender and graceful looking, with a long, slim neck topped by a short-nosed head with two prominent forward-facing eyes. But for a few features, it might have been a smaller, less stocky version of the Red Tree Runner sauropods. “Where are the hands?” Erin Eire asked.

Nobody answered. The second type stood upright on two thick, almost elephantine legs, with a barrel chest and a small head without apparent eyes. Two sets of arms emerged from its barrel chest, equipped with two sets of many-fingered hands.

“These are the ones who met with the Red Tree Runners,” Erin said.

“Sure looks like them,” Andrew said.

The third type seemed to be aquatic, having no legs or arms as such, elongated, shark shaped, with wide wing-like fins along their sides, narrow, ridged pointed” heads” with no visible eyes, and fins with finger-like extensions just behind the head. The fourth was a nightmare, a nest of tentacles or legs jointed dozens of places along each length, some tipped with smaller tentacles, others with three-part pincers. The body, dwarfed by the tentacles, was squat and dark.

The image of the fifth type brought gasps from the humans. Reptilian, with a long crested head and a short trunk, and limbs that folded backward at the lower joints, the fifth was much smaller than the preceding types.

Erin reached out to take Ariel’s hand. The humans stared in shock and disbelief.

“God damn them,” George Dempsey said.

“They don’t know where we come from,” Cham said. “They’ve screwed up royally.”

Martin nodded. Paola began to explain to Eye on Sky, but the Brother rustled and emitted a strong rosy odor of sympathy. “We we recognize,” Eye on Sky said. “This is from your endtime history.”

“We’ve found them,” Martin said.

“Don’t jump to conclusions,” Ariel said softly.

“What other conclusions are there?” Martin asked.

“How many beings have they investigated, how many forms might they have stolen? We still can’t be positive.”

Martin wanted to bask in this sense of discovery, have the peculiar satisfaction of watching the Killers make a mistake, reveal a weakness. “I want to be positive,” he said ambiguously.

“Then think,” Ariel said, glancing nervously at the others, as if anticipating a sudden wave of emotion overriding reason. “This could be the original they stole their design from.”

“Not likely,” Martin said. “If the Killers knew them well enough to copy their… bodies, their designs, they’d be dead by now, almost surely…” He turned to the mom. “Do you recognize this type from any of the worlds the Benefactors saved, or any other worlds you know?”

“It does not match any in our records,” the mom answered.

Martin turned back to Ariel. “Any other theories?” he asked.

Ariel raised her hands. “I still think we shouldn’t jump to any conclusions.”

“This is the one,” Martin said. “It’s the creature they used as a decoy outside the spaceship in Death Valley. I know it is.”

Cham laid his hand on Martin’s shoulder. “Let’s say it is, for now. Doesn’t change our plans any. Just another piece of evidence.”

“Right,” Martin said, shivering off his emotion. “Noach it to Shrike and Greyhound. Noach all the pictures.”

“Let’s finish looking at them ourselves, first,” Cham suggested evenly, still patting Martin’s shoulder.

Martin pulled himself back from his anger. “Sorry,” he said.

“We all feel it, Martin,” Erin said.

“All of us,” Ariel said. She took a deep breath and squatted on the floor.

The next two pictures sketched an orbital path in relation to the fifteen planets, astrogational hints given by binary number measurements triangulating on the nearest stars.

“Very friendly. They’re suggesting we decelerate at five g’s,” Cham said, tracing his finger along the projection, “and go into orbit around the fourth planet.”

“Can we survive there?” Andrew asked.

“It is the inexplicable one,” Hakim said. “Far too light to be solid, one hundred two thousand kilometers in diameter, there is a cool, solid surface and a thin atmosphere, ten percent oxygen, seventy percent nitrogen, fifteen percent argon and other inerts, five percent carbon dioxide, about six tenths of ship’s pressure. Not good to breathe. The surface temperature is fine, a range of ten to twenty degrees centigrade. The gravitational pull is high, however, about two g’s.”

“The mom can’t wrap us in fields,” Andrew Jaguar said. “We’re not supposed to have that kind of technology.”

“We we might disassemble,” Eye on Sky warned. “With such weight, there is often no braid control over cords.”

Martin held up his hand to cut the discussion. His head hurt abominably. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, one way or another. If they treat us like guests, they’ll probably have ways to make us comfortable. If not—” He looked around the cabin. “Why worry?”

“We don’t know we’ll be invited to the surface,” Paola said.

“Not very neighborly if we aren’t,” Erin said.

“Or they might just kill us,” Andrew Jaguar said. “These worlds look like a lot of very sweet candy for curious flies.”

“Andrew,” Jennifer said testily.

“Nobody can tell me they don’t look… just very interesting! Gingerbread house and witch!”

Paola tried to explain this to the Brothers, but Eye on Sky showed with a flourish of head cords that explanation was either not needed or not wanted. No more of our violent fairy tales, Martin thought.

He turned to Eye on Sky. “Do we go in?”

“What is your opinion?” Eye on Sky rejoined. Some of the Brothers smelled of cloves.

Martin nodded. “Sure,” he said. “That’s why we’re here. Jennifer, is this diagram clear?”

“Clear enough,” she said. “Silken Parts and I can tell the ship where to go.”

Martin turned to the mom. “I assume you’ll vanish into the woodwork, so to speak, when the time comes.”