Authors: Kim Stanley Robinson
Galileo's Dream (12 page)
This thought had already occurred to Galileo, and he was irritated that he had forgotten to write it down in the
Sidereus Nuncius
. Then he
remembered: Venus had been behind the sun the previous winter when he was writing the book, so he had been unable to check to see if the idea was right, and had thought it better to keep the notion to himself
Now he turned his best occhialino toward Venus as it appeared in the sky after sunset. In the first days of viewing it was low, a small full disk. Then as the weeks passed it rose higher and became larger, but was misshapenâpossibly gibbous. Finally it was revealed in the glass to have the shape of a little half-moon, and Galileo wrote Castelli to tell him so. Eventually, when it began to sink again toward the horizon at its first twilight appearance, it was clearly horned. Galileo's latest spyglass had a very fine objective lens that he had ground himself, and in the eyepiece the image of Venus gleamed, distinctly crescent, a miniature of the new moon that had set just an hour before.
Standing up straight, looking at the brilliant white point, feeling the moon just under the horizon and still shedding its light into the night air, suddenly it all fell into place for him. The ball of Venus and the ball of the Earth both rolled around the sun; the ball of the moon rolled around the Earth; the balls of Jupiter's four moons circled the ball of Jupiter, which slowly circled the sun. Saturn was farther out and slower, Mercury quickest of all, there inside Venus, where it was difficult to spot. Perhaps a good enough glass would see its horns as well, for certainly it too would go through phases. So close to the sun, when visible at all it would have to be pretty near quarter phase. Farther out from Earth, Mars rolled between Earth and Jupiter, close enough to Earth to explain the strange back-and-forth aspects of its movement, a shift of perspective created by the two orbits.
The whole system was a matter of circles going around other circles. Copernicus had been right. His system had called for Venus to have phases, and there they were; while the Ptolemaic theory, advocated by the Peripatetics, would specifically reject these phases, as Venus was supposed to be going around the Earth, like the sun and everything else in the sky. Venus's phases were a kind of proof, or at least a very suggestive piece of evidence. Tycho Brahe's weird and unwieldy formulation, which had the planets circling the sun but the sun circling the Earth, would also save these particular appearances, but it was a ridiculous explanation in all other respects, in particular, simple parsimony. No, these phases of Venus were best explained by Copernicus.
They were the strongest indication Galileo had seenânot exactly proof, but powerfully suggestive. All those years in Padua he had taught both Aristotle and Copernicus, and even Tycho, thinking that all of them merely saved the appearances without in any sense explaining what was going on. The Copernican explanation required that the Earth be moving, which seemed wrong. And the foremost advocate of Copernicanism, Kepler, had been so long-winded and incomprehensible that no one could be convinced by him. And yet here it was, the truth of the situationâthe cosmos revealed in a single stroke as being one way rather than another. The Earth was spinning under his feet, also rolling around the sun. Circles in circles.
Again he rang like a bell. His flesh buzzed like bronze, his hair stood on end. How things worked; it had to be; and he rang. He danced. He circled his occhialino like the Earth circling the sun, spinning in a slow four-step as he made his little orbit on the altana, arms swinging, fingers directing the music of the spheres, which despite Kepler's craziness seemed suddenly plausible. Indeed an audible chord was now ringing silently in his ears.
Then came a knock on the door below. He halted his dance with a jerk, looked down the staircase on the outside of the house.
Cartophilus was there inside the gate, holding a shuttered lantern, looking up at him. Galileo rushed down the stairs and raised a fist as if to strike him. “What is this?” he exclaimed in a low furious voice. “Is he here again?”
Cartophilus nodded. “He's here.”
The OtherWhen she saw that it was not that I would not speak, but that, dumbstruck, I could not, she gently laid her hand on my breast and said, “It is nothing serious, only a touch of amnesia, the common disease of deluded minds. He has forgotten for a while who he is, but he will soon remember once he has recognized me. To make it easier for him I will wipe a little of the blinding cloud of the world from his eyes.”
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OETHIUS
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The Consolation of Philosophy
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ALILEO STRODE TO THE GATE
and hauled it open just as another knock pounded it. The tall stranger stood there looking down at him, his massive perspicillum's case in a heap at his feet. He looked flushed, and his eyes were like black fire.
Galileo felt his blood pound in his head. “Already you have found me.”
“Yes,” the man said.
“Did this servant you foisted on me tell you where I was?” Galileo demanded, jerking a thumb toward the hangdog Cartophilus.
“I knew where you were. Are you willing to make another night journey?”
Galileo's mouth was dry. He struggled to remember more than that flicker of blue. Blue peopleâ”Yes,” he said, before knowing he would.
The stranger nodded dourly and glanced over at Cartophilus, who trudged out the gate and hauled the case over the paving stones into the courtyard. Jupiter lay low in the sky above Scorpio, still tangled with the trees.
The man's heavy perspicillum seemed more than a spyglass. Galileo helped Cartophilus set up the tripod and to lift the fat tube, which looked to be made of something like pewter, but felt heavier than gold. When they had the device set on its stand and pointed toward Jupiter, which aiming it seemed to do on its own, Galileo swallowed hard, feeling again his dry mouth, his nameless apprehension. He sat on his stool, looked into the strangely luminous glass of the eyepiece. He fell up into it.
Around him lofted a transparent glow, like talcum in sunlight.
What is it
, he tried to say, and must have succeeded; the stranger replied in his crow's Latin. “Around Jupiter hums a magnetic field so strong that people would die of it, if unprotected. It has to be held off by a similar field of our own creationâa counterforce. The glow marks an interference of the two forces.”
“I see,” Galileo murmured.
So he stood on the surface of Europaâagain. Some memory of his previous visit had come back to him, though vaguely. The stars trembled overhead as if he were still looking at them through his occhialino, the bigger ones fulgurous, shedding flakes and threads of light into the blackness around them.
The surface of Europa, on the other hand, was exceptionally sharp and clear. The flat ice extended to the horizon that circled them so tightly, opaque white tinted the color of Jupiter, and stained blue or ochre in some areas. Sometimes it was pocked or chewed at the surface, sometimes deeply cracked in radial patterns. Elsewhere it was smooth as glass. Everywhere it was littered with small rocks, and here and there stood a few house-sized boulders, pitted with holes and depressions. Most of the rocks were almost as black as the sky, but a few were metallic gray, or the red of the red spot low on the banded immense
surface of Jupiter. That awesome globe loomed directly overhead, huge in the starry night sky even though only half lit. That was the thing that was twenty-five or thirty times bigger, which he had been trying to remember. Its dark half was very dark.
Possibly the tight horizon and the thin air gave the landscape its unreal clarity. The thin air was cool, the sun nowhere to be seen. The two men cast sharp shadows on the ice under them. Galileo, constantly troubled at home by fogged or ringed vision, stared around avidly. Here everyone had hawks' eyes.
“This is a hot spot, in local terms,” the stranger said in the breathy silence. To Galileo the ice looked everywhere the same, and cold. Their feet crunched as the stranger led him to one of the biggest boulders.
There proved to be a door in this rock, which was not a rock, but rather some kind of carriage or ship, roughly ovoid in shape, lying on the ice like a great black egg. Its surface was smooth, not rocky or metallic, but more like horn or ebony.
A door in this surface opened by sliding sideways in the wall, revealing a small vestibule or antechamber at the top of low black steps. The stranger gestured to Galileo, indicating the entry.
“This is our vessel. We have heard that the Europans are going to stage an illegal incursion into the ocean under this ice. They have ignored our warnings, and the relevant authorities in the Jovian system have declined to interfere, so we are taking it on ourselves to stop them. We think any incursion will be potentially disastrous in ways these people haven't even considered. We want to intercept them if we can, and keep them from doing harm. And at the very least, see what they do down there. If what happens is as bad as I fear it could be, they will not tell the truth about it. So we must follow them in. With luck we will get down there first, and can stop them when they break through the layer of ice into the water below.”
“And you want me along?” Galileo asked.
“Yes.” Ganymede hesitated, then said, “If you do happen to get exposed to certain experiences, it might be a help to you later on.”
Then something caught his attention over Galileo's shoulder, and he looked startled; Galileo turned and saw a silver object on a tripod, like the perspicillum only bigger, coming down on a pillar of white fire, roaring faintly in the thin air.
The tall man put a hand to Galileo's shoulder. “If there is danger, I will transport you back to your own time. The transition may be abrupt.”
A slit in the silver craft opened and a figure in white emerged.
“Do you know who this is?” Galileo asked.
“Yes, I think so. You met her before, when we spoke to the council.”
“Ah yes. Hera, she said. Jupiter's wife?”
“She thinks she's that big,” the stranger said sourly, then added under his breath, “It's almost true.”
The woman was indeed large: tall, broad-shouldered, wide-hipped, thick-armed, deep-chested. She approached and stopped before them, looking down at the stranger with her ironic smile. “Ganymede, I know you hate what they plan to do here,” she said. “And yet here you are. What's going on? Are you planning to hurt them?”
The stranger, who did not look like Galileo's idea of Ganymede, faced her like an upright ax. “You know what they'll say about this on Callisto if they hear about it. We hold the same view they do. The only difference is that we're willing to do something about it.”
“And so you bring this Galileo along with you?”
“He is the first scientist. He will be our witness to the council, and speak for us later.”
She did not think much of this, Galileo saw. “You use him as a human shield, I think. While you have him with you, the Europans won't attack you.”
“They won't in any case.”
She shrugged. “I want to be a witness too. I want to see what happens, and I am your appointed mnemosyne, whether you acknowledge that or not. Let me join you, or my people will alert the Europans that you are here.”
Ganymede stepped to the side, gestured at the door of the ovoid vessel. “Be my guest. I want everyone to see just how irresponsible their incursion is.”
Inside the vessel a few people huddled over banks of glass instruments and glowing squares of jewel color. Their faces, lit from below by their glowing desktops, looked monstrous. The livid glare of Jupiter seemed to leak out of their eyes.
Hera stood beside Galileo, and leaned over to speak in his ear. Again her words came to him in a rustic Tuscan Italian, like something from Ruzante. “You understand that they're using you?”
“Not necessarily.”
“Do you know where you are?”
“This is one of the four moons orbiting Jupiter. I named them myself; they are called the Medicean Stars.”
Her smile was wicked. “That name didn't stick. It's only remembered now by historians, as a notorious example of science kissing the ass of power.”
Affronted, Galileo said, “It was nothing of the sort!”
She laughed at him. “Sorry, but from our perspective it's all too obvious. And always was, I'm sure. You failed to consider that major planetary bodies are not best named for one's political patrons.”
“What do you call them, then?”
“They are named Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto.”
“Collectively,” Ganymede interjected, “they are called the Galilean moons.”
“Well!” Galileo said, taken aback. For a moment he was at a loss. Then he said, “That's a good name, I must admit.” After a moment's confusion, he added, “Not greatly different than a name like Medici, if I am not mistaken,” with a bold look at Hera.