truth? Tonight wasn't that kind of night. Jeremy said, 'Angelo, you win. I never thought of that at all!'
He saw the merchant women's table breaking up. He made his excuses and left in a cluster of elders.
Harlow saw him and waited. When he'd caught up she said, 'I wondered if I'd see you again.'
'You know why I couldn't get you in on this. Ever. Harry's Bar is men only. Remember the gate guard?'
She was ticked, that was sure. 'Do women have places too?'
'Now, how on birdfucking Earth will I ever know that? You've been surrounded by Spiral woman all night! You'll he selling them speckles tomorrow. Ask. Then lie to me if you like!'
'What a concept.'
'Fair's fair.'
'Selling speckles?'
'Yes, the old ones came to some kind of agreement. I was too far to hear details.'
'You enjoyed yourself?'
'Oh, yes. I took a whole big pouch of festivity, right? For sixteen of us and the chefs at Harry's Bar. Impressed hell out of them, and we spent some time talking shop. Pit chef Jeremy. They sat me at the far end from Greegry-'
'Greegry?'
'My younger brother, Greegry Bloocher, the Council Chairman. The tall guy-'
Harlow started to laugh. Then she said, 'No offense, dear, but why did the Spiral Council want Jeremy Winslow?'
'They didn't! They held their tempers, but it was pretty plain.'
She waited.
'Like making them come all the way out here with wagons. The caravans are playing mind games. Table for fifteen, we'll all sit down and pretend we're equals and talk business, only they've got to ride out here and get us, and then Glen Hearst rings in a loose cook! Now the table's a little crowded, and there are things no cook should hear-'
'What is this all about?'
'I was as far from the action as they could get me, and that suited me just fine. But the new gate is too much. They're tearing it down. The elders are talking like the Council rolled belly-up.'
'Good.'
'And I've been invited to visit the graveyard tomorrow. I can take my wife.'
He felt her freeze under his hand. 'Why did you-? Jeremy, I'm being obtuse, you must have people buried there. No, how can I come? Both of us can't be gone when the caravan leaves tomorrow! You'll... have to catch up later.'
He saw in her eyes: You've escaped.
The burly Councilman was chewing a barely concealed rage. He couldn't make himself talk to the caravan elders. At least the chef could be kept occupied. He was Gwillam Doakes, and he didn't recognize Jemmy Bloocher.
Jeremy leaned on his Destiny Town accent. 'You have a Carolyn Hope Hearst buried in your graveyard, William. I was a Hearst before I married. I want to visit my ancestor's grave.'
Gwillam Doakes dithered, then called down the table to Greegry Bloocher. Greegry's downsweeping hand chopped off the request. 'Yes, yes. Give my name to the gatekeeper. Get directions from him if you need them.'
'No, dear, the caravan's going in tomorrow. Not very far, just around the first turn as far as the Outer Circle. The chugs can get down to the beach between the Tucker and Coffey holdings, along the runoff strip. The caravans used it for access when I was young. We'll let the chugs clear away some of their devilhair weed while they're there.'
She relaxed: softened under his hand.
He said, 'I'll go visit the graveyard afterward. Come or don't.'
A breathy sigh. 'Yes, of course, of course I'll come. Merchants never used to miss the Destiny Town graveyard. They say nothing grows there but Earthlife-'
'Right.'
Neither of them slept well that night.
At dawn, before even the yutzes were up, there was a chattering sound from up the Road, like an enraged squirrel as big as a building. Jeremy lay in the tent, listening, trying to recall- 'Air hammer,' Harlow said.
They got up and joined the caravaners on the roofs. Seven lungsharks tried their luck. Tents were stowed, chugs were hooked up, wagons were set moving, the sales windows were opened to throngs of Spirals who had come to buy. Jeremy and Harlow drove.
The gate wasn't gone. It lay fiat in the Road, in a V-shaped recess cut into the old lava by an air hammer. Now it was hinged at the base. The wagon wheels bumped over it and rolled past.
'I just remembered,' Jeremy told Harlow, 'one of the reasons we closed Spiral Town to the caravans. The Road isn't wide enough for a wagon and team to turn around.'
'That's going to be fun.'
'No, that's why we go to the Outer Circle. It's where Columbiad landed when the landers were still unloading from Argos. They always came down on the same spot. Plenty of room there.'
They rolled past houses Jeremy had known from his birth. 'Warkan
Harness... Doakes.
'Shut up,' she suggested.
A quarter-turn around, ten klicks, brought them to another guard... the same guard. The wagons eased to a halt a little too bunched up, but that wouldn't matter today.
Inward, the shallow pool of refrozen rock was tangent to two loops of the Road. It was considerably larger than similar craters found along the Road. Cavorite and Columbiad had landed always within a centimeter of the same spot, guided down by settler magic.
Below was Columbiad 's runoff stream, a strip of bare rock that nobody had tried to farm in two hundred years. It ran a klick and a half to the sea. The sea was black with devilhair. The chugs would feed very well today.
Then again-'Today I think we'll get sharks,' Jeremy said.
The chugs didn't mind stopping early. Through the long afternoon they ambled on down into the waves, rolled a black forest out, and began to feast. Not a child in Spiral Town had ever seen wagons this far into town, and they crowded round to watch.
The chugs left their dinner and started uphill just ahead of a wave of sharks. Jeremy heard startled laughter and nervous chatter over the rattle of gunfire. Damn fools. They could lose a few chugs here. He emptied his gun and reloaded in haste.
The guns left twenty-odd sharks on the rocky beach, and an awed silence among the watching Spirals.
Then Harlow may have misread Jeremy's triumphant near-snarl. Or not. Jeremy had never been sure of Harlow. She made some minor changes in her dress-still in the vivid style of a merchant woman, but not so apt for shooting sharks-while he~ filled his lined pocket with seeds and festivity candy.
Once there had been a hydraulic empire in miniature: the mainland's stranglehold on speckles.
No more. The next time a caravan tried such extortion as they'd used these past few days, they'd find fertile speckles growing over every garbage heap, every manure pit, every graveyard along the Crab. Where there was potassium, speckles would grow.
Argos had robbed Crab and mainland alike. Destiny Town had only Cavorite, Spiral Town had only Columbiad; neither could reach farther than synchronous orbit. Spiral Town had all the knowledge that Cavorite had taken for Terminus and Destiny Town, and the equivalent in settlermagic tools.
Destiny Town had built shuttles that would reach orbit. That was the first step, had always been the first step
