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Everybody agreed. Besides (who could foreknow?) the Others might inhabit so regal a loveliness. The standard research programs got started. In a while the ship was accelerating. Weight felt good.

Studies terminated in a few hours. Joelle had collected most data directly and interpreted them. The yellow sun had at least seven planets. One, slightly more than an astronomical unit distance from it, appeared to be terrestroid and certainly had oxygen in its air. The T machine was in the same orbit, sixty degrees ahead. There was no detectable trace of communication going on.

Nevertheless, Brodersen decided, “We’ll take a look. It’s
about a three-day trip. If nothing else, we need to get out of zero gee for a spell.”

“And per’aps walk on a world like ’ome?” Susanne asked wistfully.

Nightwatch.

In his bed, Leino released Caitlín and lay back beside her. “Ah-h,” he said. “That was great. Afloat is fine too, but, well, we’re designed for a gravity field, aren’t we?”

She sat up, threw arms across lifted knees, and looked straight before her. Hair in lustrous elflocks tumbled past her cheeks and over her shoulders. Sweat sheened a little on the white skin; he caught mingled female odors, sunny and musky, and a sense of radiated warmth. It took him a few minutes to recover energy enough that he noticed the trouble on her face.

He raised himself to an elbow. “What’s wrong,
querida?”
he inquired.

Still she regarded the bulkhead, not him. “Nothing,” she said low. “And, in a way, everything. Not your fault, Martti. Mine.”

He patted a silky thigh. “Would you tell me?”

“I’d not of my own will be hurting you.”

He braced his muscles. “Go ahead. You… always talk easily, Caitlín, usually cheerfully, and—well, the fact was slow coming to me, what a very independent and, yes, private person you are.” Silence. “Please. Maybe I can help. You know I’d walk barefoot through hell for you.”

He saw her gather her own resolution. “That’s what’s wrong, Martti.”

“Hoy?” He too sat straight.

“All right, this had to come.” She met his eyes. “It’s truth you spoke, weight is welcome again, also for making love. This first chance should have been with Dan.”

He flushed. “Uh, if I’m not much mistaken, he’s got Frieda tonight. They disappeared together, at least.”

Caitlín nodded. “Sure, and I’m not begrudging them that. Indeed I was glad for her sake when she succeeded, a couple of weeks ago—after I’d been spending such a deal of time with you. She’s a good soul who deserves a reasonable share of the best.”

He flinched. She saw, laid a hand on him, and said quietly, “I’m prejudiced, you understand. I like everyone aboard; you’re each of you special; but Dan I love, and he loves me.” After a
moment: “I’d not have been neglecting him this often did you not need help. That well do I think of you, Martti Leino. Now the time is on us for returning to normal.”

“You don’t mean drop me? No! I
love
you!”

She gave him a light kiss. “Och, no. While this voyage lasts, we’ll have our occasional tumble, you and I. Nor will that be a favor done you out of kindness. I’ve had plenty of pleasure here.” Drawing slightly aside, once more grave, she went on, “But you’re too emotional about me. Frankly, you’ve grown too possessive. This evening you well-nigh dragged me from the common room, when I had words left for Phil and an unspoken date with Dan. I thought best not to provoke a scene…. Don’t be wounded, dear. ’Twas a fine romp. Just the same, that kind of thing has to stop, and the place where it must stop is in yourself.”

He beat fist in palm. “I can’t stop loving you, Caitlín.”

“No, if there has not been terrible rancor, we never really fall out of love, we humans, do we? But old fires burn gentler as new fires kindle. Were we home, you’d soon be happily courting a lass quite unlike me. I dare believe I’ve proved to you she can be both alive and decent, and that would be what you’d most kindly remember me for.

“But, Martti,” she said, a spoken caress, “a steady woman is what you want for the rest of your days, a partner, a tree for your house to stand beneath. Like Lis; like your mother, I’m sure. I must help you escape getting fixed on me. That will happen, if our search lasts for many months, unless we both take care and forethought. Then you’d be ruined for the family man your nature intends you to be. I’m never for you, unless as a friend who chances to be of the opposite sex. I’m a rover.”

“Oh, I’ve pretty well overcome jealousy about you, I think—”

She smiled, “That’s not the main thing I meant, my honey. I’ve restless feet. Dan himself can’t hold me in Eopolis. You want a wife, not a vagrant mistress.” She swung her legs over the bedside. “Martti, I know full well we can’t neatly solve our problems in an hour’s talk. We’ll need patience and reflection and caring.” She stood up. “First and foremost, we should become friends—relax—stamp on any growth of melodrama between us, but nurture any shoot of comedy that springs up—for it’s comic animals we humans are, is that not so?

“We’ve most of a bottle of whisky left, I seem to recall.”

—When they were lounging back, a trifle drunk, at enough ease that they could joke, she strummed her sonador and
remarked, “Aye, I’d not be kicking you out, not while we travel on, have no fear. That would be a shameful waste of an excellent talent. You must simply realize I
am
a wanderer born…. Do you remember you teased me about my ‘Outbound Song’ being in a man’s mouth, the which it is not, and I said I’d fix you in my next? Well, I’ve made my next, exactly for you.”

The associations of the evening to which she referred no longer pained him. “Go on,” he invited.

She grinned and began.

Nightwatch.

“You are unhappy, Dan,” Frieda said.

“Huh? No, no, why should I be, after the workout we’ve
had?” Brodersen pushed his arm against her. She arched her back and he got a clasp around her waist. “My mind just drifted. Sorry.”

“It drifted far, and into no good place. The way your mouth drooped, and that tiny line between your brows—” She brushed fingertips over the creases in his countenance. Concern paled the blue of her eyes.

He attempted a smile. “Well, I am the Old Man, you know. Worry about the ship is an occupational disease. Help me slough it off.”

The blond head shook. “That isn’t the matter. You are tough and practical; to brood is not in your nature. Therefore when you fall into it, you are defenseless.”

“Oh, never mind. How about a drink or a smoke or both?”

She pressed her solidity down to hold the arm beneath her. “Not yet, please. Dan, Caitlín could help you. May I try?”

He scowled at his feet. Frieda and he were in her cabin, which contained hardly anything else to look at, none of the small bright touches the Irishwoman had given theirs. As usual, she had music playing, a Bach fugue, tuned low but remaining ineluctably noble.

“Let me guess.” She rolled onto her side and nestled against his breast, to spare him her gaze. “You feel guilt about Zarubayev and Fidelio, about the rest of us who are lost in space-time because of what you suppose is you. Dan,
Liebchen,
you know we went freely, gladly. We who you safed from the Wheel—Fidelio too, yes, Fidelio foremost, I belieff—whateffer comes on us, while we liff we will thank you. Mistakes, misfortunes, effery captain knows about those. You are too strong a captain for letting them darken you. No, you will learn from them and then go on slugging, for the good of your followers. And if in the end, what I suppose is likeliest, if in the end we do not succeed, we neffer come home… why, what a glorious adventure we haff had!”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“Caitlín makes you feel that in your blood. It is too bad she is not with you tonight.” Frieda paused. “Or maybe it is best. Maybe she makes you too happy for looking deeper, at the roots of your sorrow. Dan, you were thinking about your family.”

He drew a spastic breath.

“Your wife, your children,” she said. “You suppose you haff
deserted them. When Caitlín is gone, they come back too much. From there you go on to punish yourself in effery way you can find.”

His mouth writhed, his lids squinched. “Listen, let’s drop the subject,” he grated. “You’re no… psychotech…and I’m no damn patient.”

“Ja, ja,
I know, I am simply your shipmate Frieda. Can we talk, though? Can you tell me about Lis? I would like to hear.”

—Long afterward, he lay at peace of a sort, drowsy. “You’re a marvelous woman,” he said beneath the muted music. “I’d no notion how kind you are—helpful, understanding—”

Bitterness crossed her which he did not see. “Oh, yes, I haff my reputation, coarse old she-soldier. Well, the two grenadiers in the song, they cried, when they came back and found their Emperor was taken.” She chuckled: a statement. “Now if you want to do me a fafor, Dan, you will sleep, and wake up feeling fine again before breakfast. An hour before breakfast.”

His grip tightened slightly about her. “Sure. Good idea.”

Impulse broke through as she said, “Dan, we had better find home soon. Else I am going to fall very hard in luff with you.”

Seen from outside, the planet was a deeper blue than Earth or Demeter, marbled by clouds that bore the softest touch of amber within their whiteness. Continents made rusty blurs in that clarity, save where snow gleamed on peaks and altiplanos. Their outlines were hazy; sunrise and sunset colors, as
Chinook
orbited close, were fantastically vivid; polar caps were lacking. Three moons attended.

Massive, dense, gravity at the surface a fifth again the Terrestrial, this world held a thick atmosphere. Humans could not have breathed unaided at sea level. Their lungs would accept the oxynitro composition, but not the concentration; and greenhouse effect kept lowlands hot in the high latitudes, unbearable closer to the equator. Only on the uppermost plateaus might man survive.

Yet life overran the globe, not much different from the Earth kind, as differences go in the cosmos.

“Damn it, that
could
be the reflection spectrum of chlorophyl off the vegetation,” Dozsa muttered. “Masked by something else, of course, but—”

“The chances against our being able to nourish ourselves down there, with no seeds or synthesizers, are absurdly big,” Weisenberg interrupted.

“We could investigate,” Leino proposed.

Brodersen shook his head. “No. I’d like to, but the risk’s too great, the stakes too small, when we’ve found no sign of civilization, of any intelligence.”

“Besides,” Caitlín said, “the Others are keeping this world for a race that can truly grow into it, the way they kept Demeter for US.”

Nightwatch.

Chinook drove back toward the gate. Caitlín lay awake after Brodersen had fallen asleep, until she rose, slipped on her pajamas, and left their quarters. Entering the common room, she closed its door, turned off the lights and that viewscreen which showed the sun, and sat down in a soundless dark to be with the stars of the cluster.

Half an hour had passed when the door opened anew, to admit a person who shut it behind her. The sky, more radiant than a full Luna, showed Susanne Granville. Tears coursed along her face.

She halted when she saw Caitlín. “Oh,” she stammered, “exexcuse me,” and turned to go.

“Wait, Su.” The quartermaster sprang up and hastened toward her. “What’s wrong?”

“Rien—it makes not’ing. I kn-kn-knew not you are’ere. I will take me to my cabin.”

“Like hell you will.” Caitlín reached her and laid arms about her. “If anybody leaves, that’ll be myself. You came in search of comfort, girl.” She considered the desolate visage, bowed head, uneven breath, desperately intertwined fingers. “Or strength?”

Susanne yielded. Caitlín held her, stroked and murmured, until the storm of sobbing had passed. Thereupon she led her to a small gaming table, set her down sat opposite, and reached across to clasp a hand. The heavens were a diademmed house around them.

Su shuddered. “It’s cold,” she said in a tiny voice.

“Aye, that time of the temperature cycle,” Caitlín replied. “You’re feeling it in a coverall, though, where I’ve naught but these flimsy things on me. The real cold is in you dear. Can you be letting in some warmth?”

Su bent her look blindly outward.

“I’d not pry.” Caitlín said. “Still. I am the doctor to this ship who on Demeter has heard worse than I’d ever have you imagine, helped where I was able and always kept silence…. It’s to do with Carlos, is that not so?”

Su nodded violently.

“Aye, eberybody’s noticed you two becoming close and been glad for you.” Caitlín went on. “See here it you tell me to mind my own business. I’ll apologize and leave you be. However, you’ve a high heart beneath your mildness. A tight nith him could make you miserable but would not crush you like this. What happened, Su?”

The linker lifted a fist and got out nearly too headlong to be followed: “’E’as asked me for to marry, im!”