“Web,” Dee said, “I won’t hear any more of that.”
“All right. Then I’m going on He.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t have to say it. The decision is mine.”
Most of the rest of the party had invented reasons for side conversation by this time; but both Amalfi and Hazleton were staring at Dee, Amalfi with suspicion, Hazleton with bafflement and a little hurt. “I don’t understand your objection, Dee,” Hazleton said. “Web’s his own man now. Naturally he’ll go where he thinks best—especially if Estelle’s going there.”
“I don’t think he ought to go,” Dee said. “I don’t care whether you understand my reasons or not. I suppose Ron did give him permission—whether he’s our son or a stranger, Mark, you know damn well that Ron’s always been short of firmness—but I’m absolutely opposed to committing children to a venture like this.”
“What difference can it make?” Amalfi said. “The end will come all the same, on He and on New Earth, and at the self-same moment. With us, Web and Estelle might have a fractional chance of survival; do you want to deny them that?”
“I don’t believe in this chance of survival,” Dee said.
“Neither do I,” Jake cut in. “But I won’t deny it to my daughter on that account. I don’t believe her soul will be damned unless she becomes a convert of Jorn, either—but if she wants to become a convert of Jorn, I won’t forbid it to her because I think it’s nonsense. What the hell, Dee, I might be wrong.”
“Nobody,” Web said between white lips, “can forbid me anything now on the grounds that I’m somebody’s relative. Mr. Amalfi, you’re the boss on this project. Am I welcome on board He, or not?”
“You are as far as I’m concerned. I think Miramon will concur.”
Dee glared at Amalfi; but as he stared steadily back, she turned her glance away.
“Dee,” Amalfi said, “let’s call an intermission. I could be wrong about these kids too. I have a better suggestion than this squabbling: let’s put it up to the City Fathers. It’s a very pleasant night outside, and I think we’d all like a walk through our old city before we say good-bye to each other and go to face Armageddon in our various ways. I’d like Dee to come with me, since I won’t see her again; the kids would probably like to do without our picking their bones for an hour or so; and maybe Mark would like to talk to Ron and his wife—but you can all sort yourselves out to your own tastes, I don’t mean to make matches. What does everyone think of the idea?”
Oddly, it was Jake who spoke first. “I hate that damned town,” he said. “I was a prisoner on board it far too long. But by God I would like to take one more look at it. I used to walk through it trying to find some place to kick it where it would hurt; I never did. Since then I’ve been sneering at it because it’s dead and I’m alive—but the day of levelment is coming. Maybe I ought to make my peace with it.”
“I feel a little like that myself,” Hazleton admitted. “I had no plans to go over there before the end—and yet I don’t want to let the old hulk go by default. Maybe now is the best time; after all, I was the one who called these celebrants together to begin with; let’s be ceremonial, then, before we’re all too busy to think about it any more.”
“Web? Estelle? Will you go by what the City Fathers say?”
Web looked into Amalfi’s face, and apparently was reassured at least partially by what he saw there. “On one condition,” he said. “Estelle goes where she wants to go, whatever the City Fathers say. If they say there’s no room for me aboard He, all right; but they can’t say that to Estelle.”
Estelle opened her mouth, but Web lifted his palm before her face and she subsided, kissing the base of his thumb instead. Her face was pale but serene; Amalfi had never before seen such a pure distillation of bloodless, passionate confidence as lay over her exquisite features. It was a good thing she was Web’s, for again, for the fiftieth time, Amalfi’s slogging brutal tireless heart was swollen with sterile love.
“Very good,” he said. He offered Dee his arm. “Mark, with your permission?”
“Of course,” Hazleton said; but when Dee took Amalfi’s arm, his eyes turned as hard as agate. “We’ll meet at the City Fathers’ at 0100.”
“I didn’t expect this of you, John,” Dee said, under the moonlight in Duffy Square. “Isn’t it a little late?”
“Very late,” Amalfi agreed. “And 0100 isn’t far away. Why are you staying with Mark?”
“Call it belated common sense.” She sat down against an ancient railing and looked up at the blurred stars. “No, don’t, that’s not what it is. I love him. John, for all his neglects and his emptiness. I’d forgotten that for a while, but it’s so. I’m sorry, but it’s so.”
“I wish you were a little sorrier.”
“Oh? Why?”
“So you’d believe what you’re saying,” Amalfi said harshly. “Face it, Dee. It was a great romantic decision until you realized that Web would be going with me. You’re still looking for surrogates. You didn’t make it with me. You won’t make it with Web either.”
“What a bastardly thing to say. Let’s go; I’ve heard enough.”
“Deny it, then.”
“I deny it, damn you.”
“You’ll withdraw your objections to Web’s going with me on He?”
“That has nothing to do with it. It’s a filthy accusation and I won’t listen to another word about it.”
Amalfi was silent. The moonlight streamed down on Father Duffy’s face, toneless and enigmatic. Nobody, not even the City Fathers, knew who Father Duffy had been. There was an old splash of blood on his left foot, but nobody knew how that had gotten there, either; it had been left there just in case it was historic.
“Let’s go.”
“No. It’s early yet; they won’t be there for another hour. Why do you want Web to stay on New Earth? If I’m wrong, then tell me what’s right.”
“It’s none of your damned business, and I’m tired of this whole subject.”
“It’s wholly my business. I need Estelle. If Web stays here, she stays here.”
“You,” Dee said in a voice of bitter, dawning triumph, “are in love with Estelle! Why, you self-righteous—”
“Mind your tongue. I am in love with Estelle—and I’ll lay no more finger on her than I ever laid on you. I’ve loved many more women than you ever managed to maneuver into your voyeur’s household, most of them before you were even born; I know the difference between love and possession—I learned it the hard way, whereas I can’t see that you ever learned it at all. You are going to learn it tonight that I promise you.”
“Are
“You’re damned well right I am.”
At Tudor Tower Place, bridging 42nd Street at First Avenue, looking toward the bare plaza where the UN Building had fallen in a shower of blood and glass a thousand years ago:
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I will go wherever you go.”
“I will go wherever you go.”
“No matter what the City Fathers say?”
“No matter what the City Fathers say.”
“Then that’s all we need.”
“Yes. That’s all we need.”
In the control tower:
“They’re late,” Hazleton said, a little fretfully. “Oh, well, it’s an easy town to get lost in.”
Duffy Square:
“You wouldn’t like it if I changed my mind and came with you.”
“I don’t want you. I’m interested only in the kids.”
“You can’t call my bluff. As of now, I’m going along.”
“And so are the kids?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I think they’d be better off not on the same planet with—either of us.”
“That’s a fair start. But it’s only a start. I don’t care whether you go or stay, but I will have Web and Estelle.”
