The Reaches

'I think so too,' Gregg said. He checked the satchel of reloads, aimed his flashgun, and then tested his faceshield's detents to be sure that it would snap closed easily if he needed the protection. Daylight through the foliage had a soft, golden tinge.

The saw stopped. Somebody cheered in satisfaction. The men were treating their work as if it were a normal shipwright's task, ignoring the fact they were on a hostile planet. Realistically, there was no silent way to remove a thruster and the transit system from a ship built as a single module; besides, five hundred meters of the dense forest would drink the noise anyway. The comfortable, even carefree manner of the men under his temporary command irritated Gregg nonetheless.

'I'm coming in,' called Piet Ricimer. He was out of sight, to prevent a nervous bullet or laser bolt. 'I'm alone, and I'm coming in.'

'Thank God for that!' Gregg said. He jumped down and met his friend ten meters from the Peaches. They shook, left hand to left hand, because Gregg held the flashgun to his side on its muzzle-forward patrol sling.

'Where's Guillermo?' Gregg asked.

'With K'Jax and his, well, Clan Deel,' Ricimer explained as they walked back to the featherboat. 'There's fifty or sixty of them coming. I came on ahead.'

'We need that many?' Gregg said.

'For portage,' his friend replied. 'I don't want more than one trip through the Mirror. I'll only need a few of our people, humans; specialists. Ah, I want you to remain in charge of the base party and the vessels.'

They'd reached the Peaches. Men without specific tasks-and Dulcie, who was supposed to be overseeing work on the Halys-strode toward their commander along the paths trampled to mud beneath the trees.

'I want to be able to flap my arms and fly,' said Gregg evenly. 'That's not going to happen either.'

'We've got the AI dismounted and we're almost done sectioning it for carriage, Captain Ricimer,' Dulcie boomed with enthusiasm. 'And the powerplant, thrusters and plumbing, that's already complete. The ship's pretty well junked, though.'

Ricimer nodded absently to him. 'The Halys wasn't a great deal to begin with,' he said. 'But she'll do. Stephen-'

Gregg shook his head. 'There was work to be done here,' he said. 'Fine, I stayed while you went off to find the Molts. I'd sooner have gone, but I understood the need.'

'And-' began Ricimer.

'Now,' Gregg continued forcefully, 'the operation's on the other side of the Mirror, and there's nothing to do here but wait. I'm sure Captain Dulcie can wait just as well as I could.'

He nodded pleasantly at the Dalriada's captain. Dulcie blinked, suspicious that he was being insulted but relieved at the implication that he wouldn't be expected to take a front rank in the coming raid. 'Well, I'm sure you can depend on me to do my duty, gentlemen,' he said.

'An autogyro patrolling the fields came close enough we could hear it,' Gregg said. 'The camouflage net over the Dalriada did the job. That's the only threat in the past three days. Don't tell me you're not going to need a shooter worse on mirrorside. Because if you do, I'll call you a liar, Piet.'

Ricimer shook his head. 'Well,' he said, 'we can't have that. I think six of the men will be sufficient. How did those with you aboard the Halys work out, Stephen?'

'None of them were problems,' Gregg said without hesitation. 'Dole and Stampfer I'd take with me anywhere.'

'Then we'll take them on this operation,' Ricimer said. He smiled. 'I'm not sure they'll find it so great an honor after they've had personal experience with the Mirror.'

Ricimer's face hardened. 'I'll inspect the supplies and equipment for the operation now,' he added crisply. 'If possible, I'd like to leave as soon as Guillermo gets here with our allies.'

'I've got them,' Gregg called up to the Molt invisible in the treetop as the wicker basket wobbled down into his arms.

Gregg transferred handfuls of recharged batteries from the basket to an empty satchel, then replaced them with another dozen that had been run flat with the tree cutting and shaping. The bark-fiber rope was looped around the basket handle and spliced instead of simply being tied off. Otherwise it would have been simpler to trade baskets rather than empty and refill the one.

'Ready to go!' he called. He stepped back as the Molt hoisted away.

The solar collector had to be above the foliage to work. It was easier to lift batteries up to the collector than it would have been to haul fifty meters of electrical cable through the Mirror so that the rest of the charging system could be at ground level.

'And so, I think, are we, Stephen,' Piet Ricimer said, shocking Gregg as he turned without realizing his friend had walked over to him as he stared up into the tree.

'Ready?' Gregg said in surprise. He looked toward the starship in the center of the circle that had been cleared to provide the vessel's framework.

The portable kiln still chugged like a cat preparing to vomit, grinding, heating, and spraying out the sand and rock dumped into its feed hopper. The routine of work over the past week had been so unchanging that Gregg was subconsciously convinced it would never change.

'Lightbody and Stampfer are clearing the kiln,' Ricimer said. He smiled wanly. 'My father would never forgive me if I put up a kiln with the output lines full of glass. That can cause backflow through the feed chute the next time you use the equipment.'

Side by side, the two officers walked toward the ship, which was possibly the ugliest human artifact Stephen Gregg had ever seen in his life. He was about to entrust his life to her.

The crewmen waited expectantly. The Molts who aided them when possible-Venerian ceramic technology belonged to the post-Collapse era, so it was not genetically coded into the aliens' cells-were ready to begin loading the ship with the piled equipment and supplies, but no one had given the order to begin.

'Gentlemen,' Piet Ricimer said loudly. Everyone's attention was on him already.

The ship was a framework of wooden beams, covered with planks sawn from the neighboring forest with cutting bars. She was less than twenty meters long.

'We're men of action, not ceremony,' Ricimer continued. 'Nonetheless, I thought we should pause for a moment, to pray and to name the vessel we have built.'

The rough-hewn planks were sealed and friction-proofed with a ceramic coating applied by one of the portable kilns the expedition carried to make repairs. It was the largest item the Molts had had to carry through the Mirror. Gregg couldn't imagine how K'Jax, who took the load himself, had managed.

'I considered calling our ship the Avenger,' Ricimer said. His voice, strong from the beginning, grew firmer and clearer yet. Gregg recalled Piet mentioning that his father was a lay preacher. 'But vengeance is for the Lord. Our eyes must be on the benefit to all men that will occur when our profit leads our fellows to join in breaking the Federation monopoly.'

They'd installed the artificial intelligence and transit apparatus from the Halys in the flimsy wooden vessel. By comparison with this construction, the shoddy Federation prize was a marvel of strength and craftsmanship.

'And I thought of naming her the Biruta,' Piet continued. 'It was on Biruta that the treachery of the Federation authorities proved to us all that the Federation had to be fought and defeated if men were to live as God wills among the stars. But Biruta was the past, and we must view the future.'

For power and direction, they had a single thruster from the Halys, gimballed with ceramic bearings held in hardwood journals. If anyone but Piet Ricimer had offered to take off in such a contraption, Gregg would have made sure to be out of the probable impact zone. Instead, he would be aboard her.

'The future is Umber-the unprotected mirrorside where Pleyal's henchmen store the chips that will launch a hundred further vessels when we return laden with them,' Ricimer said. 'Therefore, under God, I name this ship the Umber. May she bear us to triumph!'

The tanks of reaction mass were wood partitions sealed with glass, much like the hull itself. Air was a