The Children of the Sky

easily she might be dumped and crushed.

Then the front wheels were climbing over the far edge of the gully, and she was back in her seat. Leafy branches swept the top of the wagon. Without thinking, she reached up to rescue Ritl from her perch at the top. They huddled together beneath the scraping branches.

“Sorry,” came Jef’s voice. “I didn’t realize the fit was so tight.”

“We’re fine.” Ravna pushed at the heavy, wet foliage. They were well protected against eyeball detection from above. She started down the ladder-stairs from the driver’s seat. Behind her, Ritl was complaining. The singleton’s voice was still soft, but growing toward loudness. “Okay, you can come, too.” Ravna unlatched the leash from the wagon. Ritl immediately scrambled across her shoulders and leaped to the ground.

A moment later, Ravna was standing ankle-deep in the mud. She backed away from the wagon, staring upwards. The buzz of the airship’s steam engines was still growing, but with the fog and forest cover she couldn’t see anything.

“Amdi!” Jefri’s voice was scarcely more than a whisper. “Spread out and get a look-listen.”

But Amdi stayed heads together, hissing softly at Ritl. “I can’t move with that animal so close,” the pack said. “She’d come between me.”

Okay … Ravna went back along the way the wagon had come. If the airship had real surveillance gear, then hiding the wagon was a waste of time. If not, well, she might be able to learn more about them without revealing herself. She moved along the gully, staying under the thickest of the brush, but looking for a view of the sky.

Something scuttled through the brush around her: three, no, all four of Screwfloss. One of him nipped at her pants leg, drawing her down to an opening the pack had found. She went to her hands and knees and followed him up to the edge of the road. Yeah. Ahead was the perfect spy hole.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, the sound of steam induction engines flying just a few meters overhead, moving south but no faster than a human could run. She reached the break in the bushes and cautiously looked out, just in time to see … the form of the Eyes Above 2 disappearing into the murk, spinning out a helix of foggy spume behind it. Powers take it! A second earlier and she might have seen recognizable faces! Around her, Screwfloss poked a couple heads into the opening. She held her breath for a long moment, listening for any sign that the airship might be turning back; their wagon’s maneuvers would have left signs that might be visible from above.

For better or worse, the engine sounds became steadily fainter, vanishing into the south. They stayed low in the dripping foliage for some minutes, but finally even Screwfloss seemed to give up on the possibility of a return. They stumped back to the wagon, where everyone was full of questions.

“We were too far away to see or hear anything,” said Amdi. “Did you?”

“You didn’t hail them,” said Jefri. “Was it Nevil’s people?”

“I couldn’t see. Sorry. Maybe I was too cautious.” Maybe I should have just run out into the road. Very few Deniers could be bothered with primitive gadgetry; surely, Scrupilo would have had a crew aboard.

Amdi and Screwfloss were gobbling back and forth. Ritl stood unseemly close to the eightsome, injecting noise into the conversation. Abruptly, Amdi turned on the interloper, screeching and snapping at it. “Tie it up! I don’t have to be nice to it anymore!”

The singleton danced back out of everyone’s reach, making sounds that seemed mocking even to Ravna. Catch me if you can!

Jefri leaned down and snatched the singleton’s leash where it lay near his feet. He gave it a wiggle, catching Ritl’s attention. The animal shot him a wide-eyed glare, then raced around Amdi, trying to trap the pack’s legs in the leash. This not being a circus act, Jefri and Amdi managed to outwit the creature, and in a few moments it was bundled—clawing and biting and squawking—up the ladder-stairs to its tie-down point atop the wagon.

“Okay then,” said Amdi, ignoring the continuing complaints. “Screwfloss was listening to the flier while Ravna was watching it. He says there were Tines aboard.”

Jefri was partway down the ladder. He stopped, considering. “He heard mindsounds?”

“No, it was too far away and humid for that. But he heard Interpack speech.”

“I didn’t hear any voices,” said Ravna. “But that’s not surprising. Did he recognize anyone? What were they saying?”

Screwfloss had been following, heads cocking back and forth. Now he answered in Samnorsk: “No sense. No words. But the sound is like two-legs can’t make.”

Ravna squatted down by the remnant. “Did you hear any humans?”

Screwfloss thought a moment. “No.” He gobbled some elaboration.

“He says that if there were any humans aboard, they didn’t say anything during the time he had good hearing, and that was at least two minutes.”

Ravna stifled an unhappy laugh. “I should have waved them down.”

“They’ll be back, Rav.”

“Maybe. Or maybe they’ll just keep searching south. Either way … I don’t see how it changes things now.

•  •  •

Twice that morning, Amdi and Screwfloss claimed they heard the sound of the airship. Both packs spread out from the sides of the road, trying to get a baseline on the sound. All they could be sure of was that the aircraft was far to the south.

Meantime, they had their final show to prep for. As the fog gave way to a misty rain, Jefri and Ravna climbed into the wagon and worked on the costumes and props. Screwfloss drove the kherhogs, and he and Amdi alternated riding on the top of the wagon—except that when Amdi was up there, Ritl was exiled to walk on a leash behind the carriage.

Mostly Amdi seemed to be worrying about what they’d do after this show, how to get out of town and thence to the border with the Domain.

Ravna smiled as she polished the lamp emitters. “Hei Amdi, if this were a tenday ago, your stage fright is all we’d be hearing about.”

Amdi’s little boy voice drifted through the open window of the cab: “Oh, I still have stage fright, but now it’s a solvable problem, like math of tractable complexity.” He was silent for a second or two. “Ritl is a different sort of problem. If I can just keep away from her, I think I can stay together. And as long as I can stay together, I can manage easy problems like stage fright.” He was silent for a longer time, and then, “I want to thank you for giving me courage, Ravna. I was ready to give up back at Winch Top.”

What did I say at Winch Top? Oh yeah. “I, I just told you the truth, Amdi. Steel created you for his purposes. At Winch Bottom you discovered you were something more.”

“No, I don’t mean what you said. It’s what you did, what you do. You’re just a single person and you’ve been so terribly banged around. Back at Winch Top you could barely stand, but you just kept going.… I’m going to see this through, too.”

Jefri had look up sharply at Amdi’s words. Was he irritated? Surprised? “Just be careful, Amdi.”

•  •  •

As they neared their destination, they realized that a discreet reconnoiter was not possible. Even far south of the town, the farm lanes were crowded with wagons and packs.

“They say they’re here to see the two-legs perform,” Amdi reported after chatting up the strangers.

Jefri looked out from the curtains they had drawn across the cab’s windows. “This welcome is bigger than anything we’ve run into before. Somebody’s organized it.”

Ravna pushed curtain aide and leaned out. The wagon ahead of them was painted in lively colors. Beneath a rain tarp, she could see canvas bales imprinted with the ubiquitous twelve-pack logo. A little sign advertised the contents as “fine cloaks.” Two of the driver were looking back in her direction. The fellow gave out a little whoop and waved at her. She waved back. “Maybe we’re just famous. What do you think, Amdi?”

The eightsome’s voice sounded from beneath the window. “They say the local prince sent messengers out early this morning, proclaiming a special festival day, complete with ‘real mythical two-legs.’ They think it has something do with the big creature in the sky—they’ve heard the airship. Look, I should go on ahead and talk to somebody who can make us a deal.”

Ravna and Jefri exchanged glances. Usually, they would stop just outside of town, and wait for some local