eyes misted over.
“George … I … what can I say?”
“Say good-bye, Lars.”
“Good-bye, then. And thank you!”
George looked decidedly unhappy, like a man who had been forced to make a choice between hideous alternatives.
Fuchs went with his crew to the airlock, suited up, and climbed into the shuttlecraft that was waiting to take them to
Half an hour later, as he sat in the command chair on
“Finish the habitat, George. Build a decent home for yourselves.”
“We will,” George answered, his red-bearded face already small and distant in the ship’s display screen. “You just keep yourself outta trouble, Lars. Be a good rock rat. Stay inside the lines.”
It was only then that Fuchs began to understand what exile meant.
CHAPTER 60
It was the biggest social event in the history of Selene. Nearly two hundred wedding guests assembled in the garden outside Humphries’s mansion.
Pancho Lane wore a pale lavender mid-calf silk sheath that accented her slim, athletic figure. Sapphires sparkled at her earlobes, wrists, and her long, graceful throat. Her tightly curled hair was sprinkled with sapphire dust.
“You look like a fookin’ million dollars on the hoof,” said Big George.
Pancho grinned at the Aussie. He looked uncomfortable, almost embarrassed, in a formal suit of dead black and an old-fashioned bow tie.
“The way I figure it,” she said, “if I’ve got to play the part of a corporate bigwig, I should at least look like one.”
“Pretty damned good,” said George.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Pancho said.
“Come on,” George said. “We’d better find our seats.”
Every aspect of the wedding was meticulously controlled by Humphries’s people. Each white folding chair set up on the garden’s grass had a specific guest’s name stenciled on its back, and each guest had been given a specific number for the reception line after the ceremony.
Almost as soon as they sat down, Kris Cardenas joined Pancho and George, looking radiantly young in a buttercup-yellow dress that complemented her golden hair.
“Amanda’s really going through with it,” Cardenas said, as if she wished it weren’t true.
“Looks that way,” George replied, leaning forward in his chair and keeping his voice low. “Don’t think she’d let things get this far and then back out, do you?”
“Not Mandy,” said Pancho, sitting between George and Cardenas. “She’ll go through with it, all right.”
“I feel bad for Lars,” Cardenas said.
Pancho nodded. “That’s why Mandy’s marrying Humphries; to keep Lars alive.”
“Well, he’s alive, at least,” said George. “Him and ’is crew are out in the Belt someplace.”
“Prospecting?”
“What else can they do? If he tries to put in here at Selene or anywhere on Earth they’ll arrest ’im.”
Cardenas shook her head. “It doesn’t seem fair, exiling him like that.”
“Better than killin’ him,” said George.
“I suppose, but still…”
“It’s done,” George said, with heavy finality. “Now we’ve got to look forward, to the future.”
Pancho nodded agreement.
“I want you,” George said to Cardenas, “to start figurin’ out how we can use nanos for mining.”
Cardenas stiffened slightly. “I told you that I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Stuff it,” George snapped. “It’s a great idea and you know it. Just because—”
The live orchestra that Humphries had brought to Selene for the occasion began to play the wedding march. Everyone got to their feet and turned to see Amanda, in a white floor-length gown, starting down the aisle several paces ahead of the other women in their matching aqua gowns. Amanda walked alone and unsmiling, clutching a bouquet of white orchids and pale miniature roses in both hands.
It won’t be that bad a life, Amanda was telling herself as she walked slowly up the aisle to the tempo of the wedding march. Martin isn’t a monster; he can be positively sweet when he wants to. I’ll simply have to keep my wits about me and stay in command of the situation.
But then she thought of Lars and her heart melted. She wanted to cry, but knew she shouldn’t, mustn’t. A bride is supposed to smile, she thought. A bride is supposed to be radiantly happy.
Martin Humphries was standing at the makeshift altar up at the head of the aisle. Two hundred-some guests were watching Amanda as she walked slowly, in measured tread, to him. Martin was beaming, looking resplendent in a tuxedo of deep burgundy velvet, standing there like a triumphant champion, smiling at her dazzlingly.
The minister had been flown to Selene from Martin’s family home in Connecticut. All the other members of the bridal party were strangers to Amanda.
As the minister started to speak the words of the ceremony, Amanda thought of the fertilized embryos that she and Lars had left frozen in the clinic in Selene. The zygotes were Lars’s children, his offspring. And hers.
She glanced at Martin, who would be her legal husband in a few moments. I’ll have sex with him, Amanda thought. Of course. That’s what he wants. That’s what he expects. And I’ll give him everything he expects. Everything.
But when I bear a child, it will be Lars’s baby, not Martin’s. I’ll see to that. Martin will never know, but I will. I’ll bring Lars’s son into the world. That’s what I’ll do.
When Amanda had to say, “I do,” she smiled for the first time.
Martin Humphries stood beside the most splendidly beautiful woman in the solar system and knew that she would be his and his alone for as long as he wanted her.
I’ve got everything I want, he told himself. Almost. He had seen Pancho among the wedding guests, standing there with that big red-headed oaf and Dr. Cardenas. Amanda had invited them, they were her friends. Humphries thought he himself would have invited Pancho, just to let her watch him take possession of Amanda.
Pancho thinks the war’s over. We have the rock rats under control and the fight between Astro and me can be channeled into peaceful competition. He almost laughed aloud. Amanda glanced at him. She probably thinks I’m smiling for her, Humphries thought. Well, I am. But there’s more to it than that. Much more.
I’ll have a son with Amanda. The clones will come to term soon and I’ll pick the best of the litter, but I’ll have a natural son with Amanda, as well. The old-fashioned way. I’ll make her forget about Fuchs. I’ll drive him out of her memory completely, one way or the other.
Fuchs is finished. They may have let him loose, but he’s a dead man anyway. He can’t do anything to hurt me now. He’s an exile, alone and without friends to help him. I promised Amanda that I wouldn’t harm him and I won’t have to. He’s out of my way now and the rock rats are under control. Now the real battle against Astro can begin. I’ll take control of Astro Corporation, and the Belt, and the whole goddamned solar system.
At that moment the minister asked Humphries if he would take Amanda Cunningham as his lawful wedded wife.
His answer to that question, and to his own ambitions, was, “I will!”
