Barda made way for him. The shell opened at the edge of the roof. Two could look inside; no more.
'I was up here before, but I did not want lights,' Duncan said. 'Mmm.'
'Let me see.' But Winnie Maclean wasn't heard either, and she wasn't strong enough to push her way in.
SoJemmy asked her. 'Guide spot?'
'It sends back a reflection,' Winnie said. 'The power beam from Quicksilver goes to four orbiting relays. The relays flash a beam, and all the guide spots flash back. Then the beams focus on all the guide spots. It's a frequency Begley cloth can turn into power. But you buy your guide spot from City Hall and then you're in the records and City Hall keeps track of how much power you use.'
'So there's a record in a City computer, and it says this is the Swan,' said Denis. 'But these things can be hacked.'
Barda edged away from the power collector so that others could look it over. Duncan's and Denis's heads and shoulders disappeared inside.
'The Winslows must have retired the account when they moved,' Winnie said.
Barda laughed suddenly. 'Not Daddy. All the way to Destiny Town, when he's going the other way? I bet he just took the guide spot along and bought someone else's power collector.'
Most of this was beyond him, but Jemmy caught that datum as it went by. 'You mean the City thinks he's still the Swan.'
'I'm guessing, you know.'
'So if you got it going again-'
'I worked for a power company,' Winnie said. 'Let me try.'
'The City would just see the Swan using more power? Your daddy would pay a bigger fee. Would he notice?'
'Oh, sure, and complain. But... couldn't complain to the City, could he? They like things neat in the City.'
'If he didn't switch accounts.'
Duncan Nick moved out. 'It's hopeless,' he said. 'I could make it work if I had some number-four line wire.'
Winnie moved in beside Denis. They whispered crypticisms, their heads hidden. 'Don't need number four....ny gauge line wire... isn't that what they use to wire a kitchen? No, it's thinner. .
Watching them wasn't very interesting. They weren't doing anything. The men picked up chairs and tables and wrestled them inside and downstairs and into the main dining room.
There were chickens in the woods. They were fast, hard to catch. But on the fifth day Winnie found four nests: scrambled eggs for all, cooked in the pottery pots.
On the seventh morning, Willametta saw the bus stop and let people off. Blind luck that she happened to be looking through the picture window. Andrew had set a guard, but he hadn't been taken seriously.
Two men, two women walked across the bridge carrying fishing poles.
Willametta moved about the house whispering the news. Nudes to the upstairs rooms. Amnon to work the garden.
The strangers were in their teens. They wore tiny swimsuits and skimpy vests with lots of pockets. What they saw was Amnon in coveralls, and four older folk in out-of-date short-sleeved windbreakers, carrying poles. Jemmy was one of those.
'Yes, we're reopening the restaurant. Just for dinner. We'd be happy if you'd pass the word.'
'What have you got for breakfast?'
'We don't have flour yet. Cold chicken? Tea?'
They turned that down. One man said, 'You should open for breakfast too. They come to Swan Lake to fish, you know, and this is the only way in. Cook their fish for them in the evening.'
Amnon stayed. Jemmy took the rest to the lake. Behind him he sensed frantic action held leashed.
At the shore they separated. The inlet to Swan Lake was easy to wade. Jemmy tried to keep an eye on the little group on the far shore, but they weren't spending all their time fishing. They let a little tent inflate and spent some of their time in there. They went exploring through the trees.
Earthlife bushes and grass and trees. Earthlife fish. Before noon the felons had caught two dozen fish of three varieties, none of which Jemmy recognized. It made sense to go home then, and they did.
Jemmy dreaded that Andrew would see what he saw: four teens on foot who might have disappeared anywhere between here and the City, with clothes on their backs in current styles and money in their pockets. But he couldn't stay to protect them.
They returned to a great light.
Above the restaurant's roof a flame rose and fluttered in the shape of a Swan.
Jemmy was relieved to see Andrew grinning up into the lighted dining hall windows. He lofted a mess of fish and got a nod. He asked, 'How did you do it?'
'I don't know. Winnie and Denis pulled a nest of line wire out of the ceiling in one of the rooms. You know what that is, a thread of superconductor in a rubber tube? They'd have been electrocuted if the roof was clean, I think. Nothing worked till they found some silver thing Barda hid in her room and pounded it into shape. But-' He waved. 'They got it going!'
'Shouldn't we turn it off? Or are we open?'
'We're open. Let's see, we'll keep that room locked, and clean up the
roof so we get more power. All the lights are way too dim. But you, Jemmy, you get a pit fire going. When those kids come back we want to cook their fish for them. And show somebody how to clean fish! Henry!'
The visitors stayed for dinner.
Jemmy was a chef on display, with a Road accent, self-consciously not a Spiral Town accent, and, 'My merchant father picked me up from the dairy when I was a little boy.
What the Swan lacked became much clearer. Bread, potatoes, lettuce. They'd have asked for a room until Barda told them there weren't any working toilets. Then they opted for their tent by the lake.
Then they tried to pay the chef.
'You pay Barda. She prefers to keep track.' Jemmy sneaked a peek at Destiny Town money before they turned away. It was a hologram imposed onto thin paper.
Barda took their money. They climbed uphill with Swanlight behind them. And Barda gave him an intensive course in how to identify, count, and change money before she let him go to bed.
26
The Last Climb
We were chosen for genetic disparity. Now our numbers are down by one third and we're scattered from Base One to the Winds! How are we going to avoid gene drift?
-Grigori Dudayev, senior M. D.
Next morning was a bleery-eyed scramble. They didn't have to look like a restaurant as long as they didn't look like a prison camp! Four visitors would be returning through here....ny minute now...
They appeared near noon. They'd stayed to fish up a breakfast. Jemmy guessed right: he had coals going, and he'd saved a dozen of Winnie's eggs and several big mushroom caps.
The fishers wanted tea, and were mildly put off because it was herb tea, licorice picked from the spice patch. There was, of course, no bread. Admitting that was embarrassing.
After they were gone Rafik told Barda, 'You could have charged them more.'
'They'll talk. We want customers,' Barda said. 'What is an inn with no guests? A birdfucking halfway house!'
Jemmy asked Rafik, 'How much whole-wheat flour would that buy?'
