Power Play (2 page)

“I mean to be there, too, Yana,” Marmion said, “though as an Intergal board member, my testimony is assumed to be biased and self-serving in one of those peculiarly bureaucratic fashions that people can’t really explain anyhow. It’s too bad there’s no qualified native Petaybean to testify.”

“I qualify, and I think I could go, too,” Bunny said, pulling at her sleeve. “I’m young enough to go off-planet without any ill effects, and I know everything that’s happened. I could sing them the song I made about it. Though Diego’s songs are better.”

“If you’re going, I’m going,” Diego said. “Now’s my chance to show you all those technical things you keep telling me couldn’t possibly work! Besides, I wouldn’t want your head getting turned by all those guys in uniform. And I could see my mom,” he added with a glance at Marmion, as if the more conventional reason might sway her where his desire to be with Bunny might not.

“Still, we need Colonel Maddock—or is it Shongili now?” Marmie asked with a twinkle.

“I think for courtroom purposes I’d better remain Maddock for the time being,” Yana said.

“Yana, you’re four months pregnant,” Sean said. “With
my
child.” The emphasis, Yana knew, was not merely possessive. Because of Sean’s dual nature as man and seal, he was concerned about just how many of his traits his children would inherit and how deeply an off-planet experience would affect them.

“Many women are on duty right up until delivery now, Sean,” she said, dropping her hand to his arm and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “And you heard Marmie, it will only be three weeks. If I have Bunny along—”

Clodagh touched Sean’s hand. “It should be okay that long, Sean. And Petaybee needs her to do this.”

“I suppose so. I only wish I could accompany her.”

“I’d take good care of her, Uncle Sean. You know I would,” Bunny said, throwing her arms around his waist.

“And I’d take care of both of them, Dr. Shongili,” Diego said, with a challenging look at Marmion.

Marmion smiled at him, then turned back to Yana. “With you as adult guardian, I see no problem with Bunny and Diego accompanying you, Yana. In fact, I’m sure the CIS Anaciliact would appreciate all the support he can get. I don’t suppose little ’Cita . . .”

But Sean denied that choice with a firm shake of his head. “After all she’s been through, she’s much too fragile in my opinion. ’Cita stays here. Besides, Coaxtl frets herself into molting mountains of hair if the girl is out of sight for any extended period.”

“I can tell what needs to be told, to anyone who asks,” Bunny said at her staunchest.

“Sean,” Yana said, turning to look into his dear, worried face. “Duty does have a way of calling regardless of personal convenience, love.”

“I wouldn’t stop you from doing what you think you need to do, even if I thought I could get away with it, Yana.” His grin was slightly strained and anxious, and so were his eyes. “But be careful.”

Yana understood his concern, maybe more than just “understood” after their union in the cave, and she deeply regretted the necessity of leaving her new husband so precipitously. She consoled herself with the knowledge that what they had between them would keep, on the ice and in the heat, come what may.

Two hours later the envoys were ready to depart.

Clodagh gave each of them an almost ritualistic kiss and embrace, putting a little leather bag on a thong around each of their necks.

“What’s this?” Yana asked.

“It’s dirt,” Clodagh said simply.

“Dirt?”

“Yes. Petaybee wants you to have something to remember it by. The dirt’s from the cave.”

Not long before, Yana would have been stymied by such a statement, but now she squeezed Clodagh warmly in an embrace of her own. “This makes me feel a lot better.”

Then Sean clasped her in a farewell embrace and she, Bunny, and Diego boarded the company shuttle that would take them to Marmion’s executive spaceliner, waiting in orbit. In Yana’s carryall was Sean’s wedding vest, to sleep with, and a hastily made town recording to Petaybean relatives in company service. Bunny carried a frozen fish for her cousin Charlie from his parents and a basket of pemmican from the wedding feast for homesick Petaybeans. Diego carried letters from his father to his mother, and a basket of his favorite Petaybean foods, plus nutrients to keep himself and Bunny healthy on the journey.

Once aboard the spaceliner, Sally Point-Jefferson, Marmion’s aide, carefully placed Charlie’s fish in the freezer. Bunny remained glued to the viewscreen, watching Petaybee disappear into a tiny point of light in the vastness of black space. She bent and unbent her fingers against the port in farewell as her home disappeared altogether.

2

Bunny turned away from the window, a little gasp of dismay escaping her throat, her eyes misty with suppressed tears.

“I never thought I’d see the last of Petaybee,” she said mournfully. Diego immediately took her into a warm embrace, murmuring reassurances and some of the silly names that he had created for her.

“Now,
gatita
,” he said, the name meaning “little cat” or “kitten,” “it’s not as if you won’t be coming back, or anything. It’s only for a little while. And I bet no one from Kilcoole has ever seen Petaybee from space like you just did. Looks like one of those stones Aisling polishes up, the bluey ones with the white bands.”

“Yes, I guess it does at that,” Bunny said, sniffling until Marmion handed her a tissue. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t bring anything to blow into.”

“What the well-appointed vessel has in quantity—things you don’t remember to bring with you,” Marmion said kindly. “I forget how hard it is to leave a place you love. Only think how excited you’ll be to see it in the viewscreen on your way back. The better view!”

Marmion then organized everyone into keeping busy; settling into their cubicles, getting food, making themselves comfortable. “I’ve had Sally acquire clothing for you, since you’d all be overwarmly dressed where we’re going. It’s also very important, I think, that we choose garments that will seem appropriate to our mission.”

“What’s wrong with what we’re wearing?” Bunny asked. She was wearing the beautiful Gather Blouse Aisling had made out of the material Yana had gifted her with. The blouse made her feel very elegant and adult, and Diego said it was the nicest thing he’d seen her in.

“I’m not suggesting you change your style, dear,” Marmion said in a conciliating tone, “and that blouse is certainly lovely, but you can’t appear every day in it. So Sally and I scrounged around to see what would be
you
as well as, ah . . . not
too
conspicuously different. Oh . . .” She gave an exasperated sigh as she saw the defiant look on Bunny’s face. “For all I’m
supposed
to be so diplomatic, I’m not putting this in the right words, am I? But then, where we’re going, one is not often judged by what one is, but what one
seems
to be. You know what I’m talking about, Colonel Yana dear, don’t you?” And Marmion appealed to Yana on more than the one count she was trying to explain.

“I do, indeed, Marmion.” Yana tried to pull a fold over her belly from the material of her one-piece suit and failed with a laugh. “I’ll need a size larger, I know.”

“Oh, you’re easy to do, Yana,” Marmion said. “Wasn’t she, Sally?”

The aide laughed and nodded. “With trouser pleats for expansion,” she said. “And a tunic tailored just that little bit fuller across the . . . ah . . . hips.”

“It isn’t my hips that worry me,” Yana said with a grin, hoping to clear Bunny’s troubled expression.

“Diego, we’ve ordered you the very latest,” Marmion went on, and then giggled in one of those displays of amusement which charmed her friends. “In fact, the whole operation was a great deal of fun. Why don’t you and Bunny go see what’s in your wardrobes? We’ll still have time to discard what you really can’t possibly be seen in before you have to be seen in it.”

Diego escorted Bunny firmly to the cabins they’d been assigned. Only when the panel had slid shut behind them did Marmion’s expression alter to one of concern.

“You
do
know what I mean, Yana?”

“Oh, yes, Marmion. I know precisely what you’re trying to do, and so does Diego. He knows the drills. So do I. So, now what? Or do we wait for the others to return before you tell us the bad news?”

“How ever did you know there is some?”

“Because you’re taking such especial pains to make us seem normal, look normal, and yet different enough so we’ll still be ‘original,’ as well as acceptable.”

Marmion, hands loosely clasped in her lap, considered that. “It will not be smooth sailing, although I have every confidence that common sense, at least this once, will prevail. Intergal, as well as other holding companies that have vast numbers of star systems held in fief as Petaybee is, will be watching. The scientifically acute are fascinated by the idea of a sentient planet. You must know that, with all the paper that’s flooded your desk once they had a name to send messages to.”

Yana nodded ruefully. “No kidding. There’s been so much of it I haven’t even begun to read it all, much less answer it. Sean’s been doing a lot of the footwork, I suppose you’d call it, and that leaves Diego as the only other literate person in the north, other than his father and Steve Margolies, who are busy enough with their own work. Loncie Ondelacy is able to do some in the south. Diego’s been teaching Bunny to read and write, but fast as she is, she can’t learn enough in a couple of months to do more than help with alphabetical filing. Most of the letters seem to be from people who want to come to Petaybee for some reason or the other—I can’t believe there’s so many out there all of a sudden when the planet’s been so quiet for years.

“We’ve had several inquiries from drug companies, too, and I have no idea how Clodagh’s cures can be reproduced at this point. Even with a good growing season this year, the planet so far has provided just about enough to keep native Petaybeans supplied. If we’re actually going to try to farm some of Clodagh’s plants and produce her cures for a wider population, we’ll have to do it in some way that doesn’t overtax Petaybee. Clodagh’s not even sure, at this point, if some of the ingredients can
live
off-planet. I knew this was going to take a lot of work, but it seems to me that someone’s been broadcasting a lot of what ought to be classified information about the planet’s sentient nature outside the committee. It’s pushing us to go much faster than we’re equipped to do at present.”

“I understand your concern,” Marmion said, “and discretion certainly has been urged on all parties where Petaybee is involved. I’m afraid what you’re dealing with now is only, if you’ll pardon the expression, the tip of the iceberg. Some of our board members are expressing concern that other colonized worlds might try to claim similar status. They’re worried that Petaybee will set a precedent. If there were some way to reassure them that this is a once-off case of planetary sentience . . .” She cocked her head hopefully at Yana.

“You expect me to be able to answer that, Marmion? I can barely cope with the knowledge that there’s
one
 . . .”

“And that’s exactly the attitude you ought to take, if I may make such a suggestion. Reaffirming it whenever asked just as you did to me now.”

“But suppose Petaybee
isn’t
a once-off? . . .” Yana liked to know she was telling the truth, inadvertently or otherwise.

Marmion sighed. “All the more reason, from the board’s standpoint, for keeping information about Petaybee hush-hush. They’d just as soon not give inhabitants of other terraformed planets any ideas, but at the same time, I expect CIS is going to want some sort of poll to try to determine if other worlds formerly considered habitats are indeed sentient beings.”

She gave a gusty sigh. “It all
seemed
so easy back there.” She flicked her fingers in the general spatial direction of Petaybee. “Lots of things seemed easy back there.”

“Mostly because there weren’t so many
things
to cloud perceptions,” Yana said.

“Well, that’s item one, Yana,” Marmion went on briskly. “We have no way of knowing if there
are
more sentient planets, so we’ll pretend Petaybee’s an exception. As such, it will make our job that much easier. I think.”

“What’s item two?”

“Matthew Luzon is recovering from his injuries and . . .”

“Determined to somehow make us all pay for the indignities he suffered?” Yana supplied when Marmion hesitated.

“Yes, not to refine too much on it. That’s why I’ve put some precautions in train. Sally . . .” She gestured to her aide, who immediately handed Yana a slim device that had a variety of depressible keys. “This is precaution number one. Carry it with you at all times and as inconspicuously as possible. It’ll fit nicely in your brassiere. Put it on the left, depression side up, and memorize the positions of the various function keys so you can just”— she placed a casual hand over her left breast—“signal what’s needed.” She grinned. “As you’ll see, it’s got a sensitive recorder and a few offstage tricks that can be implemented. Rather handy.”

“Have you needed such a device?” Yana examined it, noting the icons as well as the self-explanatory abbreviations like REC and MAY.

“Not ‘needed’ precisely,” Marmion allowed, “but I always felt more . . . secure . . . when I was in unknown space, as it were, with that gadget in place. Then I’ve also appointed you ‘assistants.’ ” Now she did look slightly embarrassed.

“Assistants?” Yana cocked her head at Marmion.

“Yes, well, everyone who
is
anyone has them . . .”

“And I must appear to be ‘everyone’ or ‘anyone’ . . . so who’s my assistant?”

“You have three, Sally and Millard Ephasios for show, and someone who may not be needed to tell,” Marmion explained, finishing with her charmingly ingenuous smile immediately counteracted by a sly wink. “And you won’t know who
that
is.”

“Hmm. All these subversive—”

“Discreet, my dear Yana,” Marmion corrected her.

“—measures are necessary, you feel?”

“I don’t like the weather report,” Marmion said.

“Have you minders for Diego and Bunny?”

“I do, and I know they’ll suit right down to the ground.”

“Are you giving Bunny one of these?” Yana held up the slim device, which was no more than two fingers long and two knuckles wide. “She loves gadgetry.”

“No, their bracelets should be adequate. As I’m sure you noticed, Bunny’s unsettled enough about venturing forth. I don’t want to upset her further. She’s naturally shrewd anyway, and what she doesn’t know about human nature, Diego knows about spacefaring ways.”

“This trip will do her understanding of the galaxy a world of good,” Yana remarked, and when Marmion gave her a startled look and started to laugh at her choice of words, she joined in. “Where’s the galley on this boat? You’d think the way I eat, I hadn’t seen food since Breakup!”

“You go with Sally to see your wardrobe, and I’ll just fix a little something to tide you over to dinnertime,” Marmion said.

“You? Cook?” Yana asked in surprise.

Marmion smiled a trifle archly. “Actually I’m rather good, aren’t I, Sally?” And when her aide nodded affirmatively, the elegant diplomat added, “But I only do it for very special people.”

“So you get to bear-lead me, huh, Sally?” Yana commented as she followed Sally to her cabin.

They passed the one assigned to Diego and Bunny and heard the spirited discussion within.

“And people wear things like this? I’d freeze!”

“You’re not going to be on Petaybee, and it’s a great color for you,
gatita
.”

“Well, I dunno about the way it clings . . .”

“Trust me,” Diego said, “it’s terrific.”

Yana grinned to Sally as they passed.

The selections made for Yana quite took her breath away. She’d never had many occasions to dress up, and the extent of the apparel displayed for her approval ranged from severely tailored to rich formal attire.

“Whenever would I wear something like this?” she asked Sally, holding out a gore of the garnet, synthi-silk full skirt, even as she was mentally trying it on. Then she noticed the decorations—copying Petaybean designs—on the neck and sleeve bands.

“There will be one or two formal occasions when you’ll need to be extra elegant,” Sally said, taking another fold and holding it up to Yana’s face. “Yes, I thought this would be a good color for you.”

“I’ve never had anything so . . . so soft and . . .” Yana couldn’t resist stroking the fine fabric against her cheek.

“Feminine?” Sally asked. “About time then.” Then she went to the more tailored semi-uniform garments. “You’ll have more use of these.”

“Oh . . .” Yana’s wondering fingers caught at the Petaybean designs discreetly worked into the pocket flaps.

“Marmion was so taken with the Petaybean designs when we first arrived on the planet that we asked Aisling to do us some treatments. Subtle but noticeable, and definitely smart. That woman has an excellent clothes sense. Too bad it’s been limited to rabbit skins and handwovens—not that,” Sally hastily put in, “those haven’t been handsome fabrics. Just more . . . ah . . . practical than you’d need onstation.”

“Which are we going to, by the way? Marmion didn’t say.”

“Oh,” Sally said, tossing out this bombshell as nonchalantly as she could, “Gal Three, of course.”

Yana gulped and her mind raced from one consideration to another: Gal Three was the largest of the Space Cities, certainly in this sector of inhabited space, the headquarters of half a dozen of the more massive and prominent diversified enterprises, as well as CIS, Gal-legal, Gal-naval, and other galactic agencies. It was immense and was constantly updating its facilities with state-of-the-art technologies. Bunny would be totally overwhelmed, and Yana understood why Marmion was going to such lengths to dress them—clothes could give one confidence, just as uniforms could bestow anonymity at times—and why they would need hidden alert devices and “assistants.” Yana hoped that Diego knew something about Gal Three—at least its reputation.

“Baptism into civilization by total immersion?” she quipped at Sally to cover her uneasiness.

“Bunny will be well protected, Yana.” Sally was deadly serious.

“Then who’ve you got riding herd on her?”

“Riding herd? Oh, yes. Good term.” Sally grinned. “Marmion has roped a pair of her young relatives—not too young, though, and very knowledgeable—to help out. And a very competent person as the discreet guard. She’ll have fun, too. This is going to be quite a learning experience.”

“Not just for her,” Yana said with a sigh.

“Well, do you approve?” Marmion asked, coming into the cabin with a loaded tray.

“I’ll never be as well dressed again,” Yana said on the end of a sigh. “Oh, that smells divine . . .”