The Man-Kzin Wars 01 (13 page)

“
G
-guesswork?" Yoshii faltered
.

“
M
aybe I don't know kzin psych. How
close to us can they make themselves think?" She turned her head to clamp her vision on him.
“
W
ell, maybe the skipper's plan failed and it's actually drawn the bandits to us. Or maybe it's the one thing that can save us
.

(
Saxtorph's words drawled through memory:
)
“
W
e don't know how much search capability the kzin have, but a naval vessel means auxiliaries, plus whatever civilian craft they can press into service. A boat out in the middle of the far yonder, drifting free, would be near-as-damn impossible to find. But as soon as she accelerates back toward where her crew might do something real, she screams the announcement to any alert, properly organized watchers
optical track, neutrino emission, the whole works till she's in effective radar range. After that she's sold to the licorice man, as they say in Denmark. On the other hand, if she can get down onto a planetary surface, she can probably make herself almost as invisible as out in the deep. A world
ful
l
of topography, which the kzinti cannot have had time or personnel to map in anything but the sketchiest way. So how about one of ours goes to Prima, the other to Tertia, and lies low in orbit? Immediately when we get wind of trouble, we drop down into the best hidey-hole the planet has got, and wait things out.
”

(It had been the most reasonable idea that was broached.)
“
Y
ou've been doing our latest studies," Carita went on.
“
F
ound any prospective burrows? The kzinti may
or may not have acquired us by now. Maybe not. That vessel may not be as well equipped to scan as this prospector, and she's probably a good deal
bigger. But they're closing in fast, I tell you.
”

Yoshii made a shushing gesture, swiveled his seat, and evoked pictures, profiles, data tabulations. Shortly he nodded.
“
I
think we have a pretty respectable chance." Pointing:
“
S
ee here. Prima isn't all an unbroken plain. This range, its small valleys-and on the night side, too.
“

Carita whistled.
“
H
ey, boy, we live right!
”
“
set up for a detailed scan and drop into low orbit to make it. We should find some cleft we can back straight down into. The kzinti would have to arc immediately above and be on the lookout for that exact spot to see us." Yoshii said nothing about what a feat of piloting he had in mind. He was a Belter. She had almost comparable experience, together with jinxian reflexes.

“
Y
ah, I do think our best bet is to land and snuggle in." Saxtorph's look ranged through the port and across the planet, following an onward sweep of daylight as Shep orbited around to the side of the sun
.

That disc was less than half the size of Sol's at Earth, its coal-glow light little more than one one
-
hundredth. Nevertheless Tertia shone so brightly as to dazzle surrounding stars out of sight. Edges softened by atmosphere, it was bestrewn with glaciers, long streaks and broad plains and frozen seas bluishly a
glimmer from pole to pole. Bared rock reached darkling on mountainsides or reared in tablelands. Five Terrestrial masses had been convulsed enough
as they settled toward equilibrium that the last of the heights they thrust upward had not worn away entirely during the post-tectonic eons.

The glaciers were water, with some frozen carbon dioxide overlying them in the antarctic zone where winter now reigned. The air, about twice as dense as Earth's, was almost entirely nitrogen, the oxygen in it insufficient to sustain fire or life. It was utterly clear save where slow winds raised swirls of glitter, dust storms whose dust was fine ice
.

A small moon, in
most of four, hove in view. it sheened reddish-yellow, like amber. The largest, Luna-size, was visible, too, patched with the same hue, ashen where highlands were uncovered. It had no craters,- spalling and cosmic sand had long since done away with them
.

“
B
ut, but on the surface we'll see only half the sky at best," Laurinda ventured.
“
A
nd atmospherics will
. hinder the seeing.
”

Saxtorph nodded.
“
T
rue. Ordinarily I'd opt for staying in space in hopes of early warning. That does have its own drawbacks, though. A kzin search vessel could likelier than not detect us the moment we commenced boost. Since we might not be able to skedaddle flat-out from them, we'd probably drop planetside. That's the whole idea of being where we are, remember? If we did it right, the ratcats wouldn't know where we'd squatted, but they'd know we were someplace yonder for sure, and that would be a bigger help to them than they deserve."

“
T
reacherous terrain for landing," Dorcas warned
.

Saxtorph nodded again.
“
I
ndeed. Which means we'll be smart to take our time while we've still got it, come down cautiously and settle in thoroughly. As for knowing when a spacecraft is in the neighborhood, at a minimum there's our neutrino detector
.

It's not what you'd call precise, but it will pick up an operating fusion generator within a couple million klicks, clear through the body of the planet."

He paused before adding,
“
I
realize this isn't quite what we intended when we said goodbye. But we didn't know what Tertia is like. Doctrine exists to be modified as circumstances dictate. I'd guess the sensible thing for Juan and Carita to do is quite different.
”

Laurinda's fingers twisted together. She turned her face from the other two
.

“
I
vote with you," Dorcas declared. They had been considering tactics for hours, while they gained knowledge of the world they had reached.
“
W
hat are the specs of a landing site? Safe ground; concealment from anything except an unlikely observation from directly overhead, unless we can avoid that too; but we don't want to be in a radio shadow, because we hope for-we expect-a broadcast message in the fairly near future."

“
D
on't forget defensibility," Saxtorph reminded
.

“
W
hat?" asked Laurinda, startled.
“
H
ow can we possibly-
”

The man grinned.
“
I
didn't tell you, honey, because it's not a thing to blab about, but Dorcas and I always travel with a few weapons. I took them along packed among my personal effects. Managed to slip Carita a rifle and some ammo when nobody else was looking. That leaves us with another rifle, a Pournelle rapid-fire automatic, choice of solid or explosive shells; a .38-caliber machine pistol with detachable stock; and a 9-mm. mulekiller.
“

“
P
lus a certain amount of blasting sticks," Dorcas informed him. Saxtorph goggled.
“
H
uh?" He guffawed.
“
T
hat's my nice little wifey. The standard mining equipment aboard includes knives, geologists' hammers, crow
bars, and such, useful for mayhem." He sobered.
“
N
ot that we want a fight. God, no! But if we're able to give a good account of ourselves-it might make a difference. "

“
A
single small warhead will make a much bigger difference, unless we have dispersal and concealment capability," Dorcas observed.
“
A
ll right, let's take a close look at what topographical data we've collected. " The choice was wide, but decision was quick. Shep dropped out of orbit and made for a point about 30 degrees north latitude. It was at mid
-
afternoon, which was a factor. Lengthening shadows would bring out details, while daylight would remain-in a rotation period of 40 hours, 37-plus minutes-for preliminary exploration of the vicinity. A mesa loomed stark, thinly powdered with ice crystals, above a glacier that had flowed under its own weight, down from the heights, until a jumble of hills beneath had brought it to a halt. As it descended, the glacier had gouged a deep, almost sheer
walled coulee through slopes and steeps. The bottom was talus, under a dusting of sand, but solid; with gravity a third higher than on Earth, and epochs of time, shards and particles had settled into gridlock
.

Or so the humans reasoned. The last few minutes of maneuver were very intent, very quiet except for an occasional low word of business. Saxtorph, manning the console, was prepared to cram on emergency boost at the first quiver of
awareness
. But Dorcas talked him down and Shep grounded firmly. For a while, nobody spoke or moved. Then husband and wife unharnessed and kissed. After a moment, Laurinda. made it a
three-way
embrace
.

Saxtorph peered out. The canyon walls laid gloom over stone.
“
Y
ou ladies unlimber this and stow that
while I go take a gander," he said.
“
Y
es, dear, I won't be gone long and I will be careful.
”

His added weight dragged at him, but not too badly. It wasn't more than
physiology could take, even a Belter's or a Crashlander's, and distributed
over the whole body. The women would get used to it, sort of, and in fact
it ought to be valuable, continuous exercise in the cramped quarters of the
boat. The spacesuit did feel pretty heavy
.

He cycled through and stood for a few minutes learning to see the
landscape. Every cue was alien, subtly or utterly, light, shadow, shapes
.

The cobbles underfoot were smooth as those on a beach. They and the rubble
along the sides and the cliffs above were tawny-gray, sparked with bits of
what might be mica but was likelier something strange
–
diamond dust?
Several crags survived, eroded to laciness. The lower end of the gorge, not
far off, was blocked by a wall of glacier. Above reached purple sky. An
ice
devil whirled on the heights. Wind
withered
.

Saxtorph decided his party had better plant an antenna and relay
inconspicuously up there. Any messages ought to be on a number of
simultaneous bands, at least one of which could blanket a Tertian
hemisphere, but the signal would be tenuous and these depths might screen
it out altogether. He walked carefully from the arrowhead of the boat to
the
right-hand
side and started downslope, looking for safe routes to the
top. Lateral ravines appeared to offer them
.

Abruptly he halted. What the flapping hellfire?
He stooped and stared. Could it be ? No, some freak of nature. He wasn't
qualified to identify a fossil
.

He went on. By the time he had tentatively found the path he wanted, he was
so near the glacier that
he continued. It lifted high, not grimy like its counterparts on terrestroid planets but clear, polished glassy-smooth, a cold and mysterious blue. Whatever mineral grains once lay on it had sunken to the bottom, and
Saxtorph stood moveless. The time was long before he breathed,
“
O
h. My. God.
”

From within the ice, the top half of a skull stared at him. It could only be that, unhuman though it was. And other bones were scattered behind, and shaped stones, and pieces of what was most surely earthenware
Chill possessed him from within. How old were those remnants? Big Tertia must in its youth have had a still denser atmosphere than now, greenhouse effect, heat from a contracting interior, and
...
those molecules that are the kernel from which life grows, perhaps evolved not here but in interstellar space, organics which the wan sun did not destroy as they drifted inward.... Life arose. It liberated oxygen. it gave birth to beings that made tools and dreams. But meanwhile the planetary core congealed and chilled, the oceans began to freeze, plants died, nothing replaced the oxygen that surface rocks bound fast.... Without copper, tin, gold, iron, any metal they could know for what it was, the dwellers had never gone beyond their late stone age, never had a chance to develop the science that might have saved them or at least have let them understand what was happening...
.

Saxtorph shuddered. He turned and hastened back to the boat.
”