She waited.
“For him,” Christopher said, looking at Dryke.
Dryke met his gaze with a look absent of apology—which, for the first time, Christopher could accept. “What?”
“Where is my father?”
There was only the briefest hesitation. “Where we found him.”
Eleven days later, fulfilling a promise by Sasaki, an Allied screamer took Christopher down to the ridge.
It promised to be his last hour on Earth, and he had hoped Loi could meet him there and share it. He had envisioned a tidy closure—fierce, fervent hugs, murmured
Her regret seemed sincere, but he could not tell her that there would be no more chances. She already knew he was leaving— he had been transferring his libraries up from the housecom all week, and a Project gofer had been by to retrieve Claudia and his other possessions. He was moving on, and so was Loi, and if it was not tidy, it was still going to be all right, in time.
Just as it was somehow right that he had ended up coming to the ridge alone.
Overhead, clouds like black lace curled down to form a dome. The house was little more than ashes, and the ashes were already dotted with green fronds. Christopher moved slowly across the charred foundation, marking where each room had been, toeing the ashes here and there but finding nothing he recognized, much less anything he wanted. Hands buried in his pockets, he wandered a short way into the woods, drawing in the familiar scents, looking skyward into the crown and watching the firs dance their slow dance in the wind, listening to the delicate sound dead needles made falling to the soft carpet of the forest floor.
Then it was time to do what he had come there to do.
The grave marker had been made on Takara, formed of the compacted lunar soil used as satland shielding, etched with energy captured from the Sun. In silence, Christopher carried the heavy tablet from the screamer and placed it in the wet ashes above his father’s tomb.
JEREMIAH MCCUTCHEON, it said.
“Good-bye,” said Christopher. And as the rain began and his tears ran, Loi, his father and the verdant hills all released him with their blessing.
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Caravan to Tau Ceti
For one day short of five weeks,
Inside, training continued as time and space allowed, with impromptu classes held at all hours, all over the ship. With the manifest at 218 over the design maximum of 12,000, staff and citizenry both faced relentless settling-in pains, as though the ship were a shoe and a half size too small. But, in an unfolding miracle, each day
While the techs and mechs tuned the ship’s systems, the counselors tried to tune its community. Nearly two hundred Selection mistakes were quietly corrected before the sailing day arrived, each case reviewed by Sasaki before the offenders were sent down to Takara for holding. A hundred more went out on their own through the door that Sasaki held open for them to the very last.
But at last the ship was ready, and the door irrevocably closed. There was no announcement—
But neither the power of prayer nor the power of law would be enough to stay the captain’s will or still the starship’s drives. And so, in the minutes before
“I’ve already written my essay for tomorrow’s
“Well enough—but whose conscience?” said Sasaki from her suite on
“I use you only as a bullfighter uses the cape, to draw them in, unsuspecting. I go on to make many profound observations, the meaning of which will likely escape nine in ten listeners.”
Sasaki smiled. “I look forward to hearing it all tomorrow, from somewhere in the neighborhood of Jupiter.”
“That will be a good distance to listen from, I expect,” said Tidwell. “Have you told Governor James on
“I plan to put up a dispatch when we cross out of the solar system.”
“Good,” said Tidwell. “Perhaps then they won’t feel so alone. Perhaps it will help them take some courage and pride in what they’ve embarked on.”
“Perhaps. But I intend to concern myself only with
“Never let your people forget that they are messengers as well as travelers.”
“I will try. I trust you have no regrets, Thomas.”
Tidwell shook his head. “I no more regret refusing your offer and staying than you regret leaving. And I am curious to see if knowledge of the prophecy of our genes will allow us to defy them.”
“I will wish you the best in that,” Sasaki said. “Thank you for your service, Thomas.”
“Thank me? I should rather thank you. I was privileged to stand in the shadows beside you while you drew to yourself all the forces of a moment in time,” Tidwell said. “Everyone over the age of five in 2083 remembers where they were, what they were doing when
“There you are wrong, my friend,” said Sasaki with the smallest hint of a prideful smile. “Starting today,
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