“He wanted someone to follow in his footsteps and lead the armies of God. That wasn’t Raymond.”
I tried to imagine Ray Freeman as a minister and found that I could not picture him without his armor and his guns. “Does Archie know what Ray does for a living?” I asked.
“We don’t talk about that,” she said.
“But you stayed,” I said. “What makes you a pariah?”
“I stayed, but my husband didn’t. I have a little boy named Caleb. He’s in the meeting, sitting with his grand- mother. I don’t know how Jesus feels about divorced women, but I can tell you how the women on this planet feel about them. If I so much as talk to any of their men, tongues start wagging.”
“So you’d be glad to get off this planet?” I asked.
“Mr. Harris …”
“Call me Wayson.”
“Wayson, I don’t think we’ll leave this planet. Our little colony might not look like much, but we’ve worked night and day to build it. Delphi is a lot nicer than the other planets I’ve seen. Frankly, Wayson, starting all over again scares me more than that carrier out there.”
Darkness spread across one side of the horizon. The air continued to cool. I felt a pleasant chill in the breeze. “You haven’t been here that long. Your crops haven’t even sprouted. How hard could it be to start over again?”
Marianne laughed and smiled. Her teeth were white and even. “That field …We worked on that field night and day. We still haven’t cleared it properly. We got out most of the rocks, but there’s a lot more we can do. We’ve planted almost every seed we have in that field, Mr. Harris.”
“Wayson,” I said.
“If we leave that field …I can’t speak for everyone, Wayson, but the people I have spoken with would rather die than leave.
“And it’s not just that we are neo-Baptists. We used to do this for the church, but that ended a long time ago. Now we’re colonists first and neo-Baptists second. The church wanted to create colonies just like the Catholics. That was their deal. Us, we wanted to make a home. Now that we finally have a planet that will sustain us, you can’t really expect us to turn it over.”
“Why did your husband leave?” I asked.
“He thought there must be a better life on other worlds, so he flew off on a supply ship, just like Raymond. He asked me to come with him, but I didn’t want to go. I believed God wanted us to build a colony. I had my boy, my Caleb, and I wanted him to grow up in a righteous colony. I believed that God would bring us to our promised land, our Goshen. I believe he has.
“Do you believe in God, Mr. Harris?”
There was a loaded question. She had to have known that I was a clone. I thought about the conversation about clones and souls that Tabor Shannon had with that priest on Saint Germaine. “I don’t know if I believe in God,” I said. “And I don’t know if he believes in me.”
It was not love at first sight. It probably wasn’t even love, but I felt attracted to Marianne. I liked her. I only had one other woman with which to compare her, a girl named Kasara whom I met on leave. Kasara had been beautiful, irresponsible, self-centered, and fun. She was a girl. Marianne was something else. She was raising a boy on her own; she worked hard on a farm; and she kept her head straight in a lethal situation. If Kasara lived to be a thousand years old, I doubted she would ever grow into the woman Marianne had already become.
“It doesn’t seem like anybody here knows about the war,” I said.
“We hear things. Well, truth be told, we all heard things. The missionaries that flew us here told us about it, but it didn’t sound serious. It didn’t sound like more than a little uprising.”
“You never followed the war on the mediaLink?”
“And what would that be?” she asked.
“What would what be?” I asked feeling thoroughly confused.
“You said something about following the war on something or other.”
“The mediaLink,” I said. “That’s the news source.”
“I can’t say I have ever heard of it,” she said.
“It’s too late now,” I said. “It receives communications signals sent through the Broadcast Network. You do know about the Broadcast Network.”
“Yes,” she said, feigning that she was offended. “I know about the Broadcast Network.”
“When they destroyed the Network, they shut down communications as well as travel. Close as I can figure, it would take a laser signal 70,000 years to get from Earth to Delphi. Without the Broadcast Network, they might as well be sending smoke signals.”
“So it’s all true. The entire Republic is shut down,” Marianne said.
“Everyone is on their own,” I said. “It’s just that some planets are better off than others.”
“So why did you come here?” Marianne asked. “You have that self-broadcasting ship. You can go anywhere.”
“I asked Ray where he wanted to go, and he said he wanted to come here.”
“And you went where he asked. ‘Where you go, I will go …Where you lodge, I will lodge also …Your people shall be my people.’ You’re a modern version of Ruth, Mr. Harris.”
I didn’t know what that meant and I had never heard of Ruth, but Marianne’s smile charmed me. “Maybe we should look in on the meeting,” I said. “I don’t want to start tongues wagging.”
“Are you worried about my reputation?” Marianne asked. “Don’t worry about me. Those tongues are already wagging. That’s how life goes on a small planet.”
“How did it go?” I asked Freeman as we settled down to sleep in the Starliner. Archie could not find beds for us. He could not find sheets for us, but he did have pillows.
“They don’t want to leave,” Freeman said. He stripped off his chest armor and stepped out of his coveralls. Stripped down to his boxers, he stretched out as best he could. “They think they can talk their way out of this.”
“They want to reason it out with a fighter carrier?” I asked.
I had never seen Freeman stripped down. The massive muscles in his chest and arms looked powerful, but not defined. He did not look like a bodybuilder. He had the build of a blacksmith or a construction worker. “They think God delivered them here.”
Marianne had said as much when we were talking. Images of Marianne ran through my head. Was I infatuated, I asked myself, or just lonely? So many new emotions clouded my thinking since the fall of the government that I no longer trusted myself. I wanted to ask Freeman about his sister, but I was afraid of tipping him off to my thoughts.
We slept on reclining seats that only reclined to a forty-five-degree angle. The weight of our heads never left our necks.
“You landed on an engineered planet once, didn’t you?” Freeman asked.
“Ezer Kri,” I said. “That’s where we caught Kline. You were there, remember?”
“No, an unpopulated one,” Freeman said.
“Ronan Minor,” I said, remembering the mission.
“It wasn’t called something Kri?” The term
“It was a shitty place.” I rolled over in my seat and hit the panel to turn out the lights. “What do you think is happening on Earth?”
Freeman thought about this. “Depends who comes out on top. If the Confederate Arms win, they’ll fly in armies. The outer arms always had good ground forces, they just couldn’t protect them.
“If the Mogats made out, it will be worse. The Mogats, they don’t care about colonizing. They don’t want to occupy Earth. All they want is to erase every vestige of the Unified Authority.
“It’s only been a few days …The Mogats and the Confederates may not be through killing each other yet,” I said.
“Harris, you think we could relocate these folks on Ronan Minor?”
