The Revelation Space Collection (317 page)

There were consolations. If he had to change direction regularly, then it would not cost him much more fuel to slow down completely and make close-up inspections of whichever worlds caught his eye. Rather than just dropping instrument packages as he made highspeed flybys, he could take the
Scavenger’s Daughter
out and have a really good look.

For a moment, as the thought of flying the
Daughter
took hold, he forgot about Morwenna. But it was only for an instant. Then he realised that if he were to leave the
Dominatrix
, he would be leaving her as well.

He wondered how she would take that.

‘Have you made a decision, Quaiche?’ the ship asked.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘We’ll take search pattern two, I think.’

‘Is that your final answer?’

‘Let’s see: minimal time in slowdown; one week for most of the larger planets, two for that gas-giant system with a lot of moons . . . a few days for the tiddlers . . . and we should still have fuel to spare in case we find anything seriously heavy.’

‘I concur.’

‘And you’ll tell me if you notice anything unusual, won’t you, ship? I mean, you haven’t been given any special instructions in that area, have you?’

‘None whatsoever, Quaiche.’

‘Good.’ He wondered if the ship detected his note of distrust. ‘Well, tell me if anything crops up. I want to be informed.’

‘Count on me, Quaiche.’

‘I’ll have to, won’t I?’

‘Horris?’ It was Morwenna now. ‘What’s happening?’

The ship must have locked her out of the audio channel while they discussed the search pattern.

‘Just weighing the options. I’ve picked us a sampling strategy. We’ll be able to take a close look-see at anything we like down there.’

‘Is there anything of interest?’

‘Nothing startling,’ he said. ‘It’s just the usual single star and a family of worlds. I’m not seeing any obvious signs of a surface biosphere, or any indications that anyone’s been here before us. But if there are small artefacts dotted around the place, we’d probably miss them at this range unless they were making an active effort to be seen, which, clearly, they aren’t. But I’m not despondent yet. We’ll go in closer and take a very good look around.’

‘We’d better be careful, Horris. There could be any number of unmapped hazards.’

‘There could,’ he said, ‘but at the moment I’m inclined to consider them the least of our worries, aren’t you?’

‘Quaiche?’ the ship asked before Morwenna had a chance to answer. ‘Are you ready to initiate the search?’

‘Do I have time to get to the slowdown tank?’

‘Initial acceleration will be one gee only, until I have completed a thorough propulsion diagnostic. When you are safely in slowdown, acceleration will increase to the safe limit of the slowdown tank.’

‘What about Morwenna?’

‘No special instructions were received.’

‘Did we make the deceleration burn at the usual five gees, or were you told to keep it slower?’

‘Acceleration was held within the usual specified limits.’

Good. Morwenna had endured that, so there was every indication that whatever modifications Grelier had made to the scrimshaw suit offered at least the same protection as the slowdown tank. ‘Ship,’ he said, ‘will you handle Morwenna’s transitions to slowdown buffering? ’

‘The transitions will be managed automatically.’

‘Excellent. Morwenna - did you hear that?’

‘I heard it,’ she said. ‘Maybe you can ask another question, too. If it can put me to sleep when it needs to, can it put me under for the whole journey?’

‘You heard what she asked, ship. Can you do it?’

‘If required, it can be arranged.’

Stupidly, it had never occurred to Quaiche to ask the same question. He felt ashamed not to have thought of it first. He had, he realised, still not adequately grasped what it must be like for her in that thing.

‘Well, Mor, do you want it now? I can have you put asleep immediately. When you wake up we’ll be back aboard the
Ascension
.’

‘And if you fail? Do you think I’ll ever be allowed to wake up?’

‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I wish I did. But I’m not planning to fail.’

‘You always sound so sure of yourself,’ she said. ‘You always sound as if everything’s about to go right.’

‘Sometimes I even believe it as well.’

‘And now?’

‘I told Jasmina that I thought I could feel my luck changing. I wasn’t lying.’

‘I hope you’re right,’ she said.

‘So are you going to sleep?’

‘No,’ she said. ‘I’ll stay awake with you. When you sleep, I’ll sleep. For now. I don’t rule out changing my mind.’

‘I understand.’

‘Find something out there, Horris. Please. For both of us.’

‘I will,’ he said. And in his gut he felt something like certainty. It made no sense, but there it was: hard and sharp as a gallstone.

‘Ship,’ he said, ‘take us in.’

FIVE

Ararat, 2675

Clavain and Scorpio had nearly reached the tent when Vasko appeared, moving around from the back until he stood at the entrance. A sudden gust of wind rattled the tent’s stays, lashing them against the green-stained fabric. The wind sounded impatient, chivvying them on. The young man waited nervously, unsure what to do with his hands.

Clavain eyed him warily. ‘I assumed that you’d come alone,’ he said quietly.

‘You needn’t worry about him,’ Scorpio replied. ‘He was a bit surprised to find out where you’d been all this time, but I think he’s over that now.’

‘He’d better be.’

‘Nevil, go easy on him, will you? There’ll be plenty of time to play the tyrannical ogre later.’

When the young man was in earshot Clavain raised his voice and cried hoarsely, ‘Who are you, son?’

‘Vasko, sir,’ he said. ‘Vasko Malinin.’

‘That’s a Resurgam name, isn’t it? Is that where you’re from?’

‘I was born here, sir. My parents were from Resurgam. They lived in Cuvier before the evacuation.’

‘You don’t look old enough.’

‘I’m twenty, sir.’

‘He was born a year or two after the colony was established,’ Scorpio said in something close to a whisper. ‘That makes him one of the oldest people born on Ararat. But he’s not alone. We’ve had second-generation natives born while you were away, children whose parents don’t remember Resurgam, or even the trip here.’

Clavain shivered, as if the thought of this was easily the most frightful thing he had ever imagined. ‘We weren’t supposed to put down roots, Scorpio. Ararat was intended to be a temporary stopover. Even the name is a bad joke. You don’t settle a planet with a bad joke for a name.’

Scorpio decided that now was not the ideal time to remind him that it had always been the plan to leave
some
people behind on Ararat, even if the majority of them departed.

‘You’re dealing with humans,’ he said. ‘And pigs. Trying to stop us breeding is like trying to herd cats.’

Clavain turned his attention back to Vasko. ‘And what do you do?’

‘I work in the food factory, sir, in the sedimentation beds mostly, cleaning sludge out of the scrapers or changing the blades on the surface skimmers.’

‘It sounds like very interesting work.’

‘In all honesty, sir, if it were interesting work, I wouldn’t be here today.’

‘Vasko also serves in the local league of the Security Arm,’ Scorpio said. ‘He’s had the usual training: firearms, urban pacification, and so on. Most of the time, of course, he’s putting out fires or helping with the distribution of rations or medical supplies from Central Amenities.’

‘Essential work,’ Clavain said.

‘No one, least of all Vasko, would argue with that,’ Scorpio said. ‘But all the same, he put the word around that he was interested in something a little more adventurous. He’s been pestering Arm administration for promotion to a full-time position. His scores are very good and he fancies trying his hand at something a tiny bit more challenging than shovelling shit.’

Clavain regarded the young man with narrowed eyes. ‘What exactly has Scorp told you about the capsule?’

Vasko looked at the pig, then back to Clavain. ‘Nothing, sir.’

‘I told him what he needed to know, which wasn’t much.’

‘I think you’d better tell him the rest,’ Clavain said.

Scorpio repeated the story he had already told to Clavain. He watched, fascinated, as the impact of the news became apparent in Vasko’s expression.

He didn’t blame him for that: for twenty years the absolute isolation of Ararat must have been as deeply woven into the fabric of his life as the endless roar of the sea and the constant warm stench of ozone and rotting vegetation. It was so absolute, so ever-present, that it vanished beneath conscious notice. But now something had punctured that isolation: a reminder that this ocean world had only ever been a fragile and temporary place of sanctuary amid an arena of wider conflict.

‘As you can see,’ Scorpio said, ‘it isn’t something we want everyone to find out about before we know exactly what’s going on, and who’s in the thing.’

‘I’m assuming you have your suspicions,’ Clavain said.

Scorpio nodded. ‘It could be Remontoire. We were always expecting the
Zodiacal Light
to show up one of these days. Sooner than this, admittedly, but there’s no telling what happened to them after we left, or how long it took the ship to repair itself. Maybe when we crack open the capsule we’ll find my second-favourite Conjoiner sitting inside it.’

‘You don’t sound convinced.’

‘Explain this to me, Clavain,’ Scorpio said. ‘If it’s Remontoire and the rest, why the secrecy? Why don’t they just move into orbit and announce they’ve arrived? At the very least they could have dropped the capsule a bit closer to land, so that it wouldn’t have cost us so much time recovering it.’

‘So consider the alternative,’ Clavain said. ‘It might be your least favourite Conjoiner instead.’

‘I’ve considered that, of course. If Skade had arrived in our system, I’d expect her to maintain a maximum-stealth profile the whole way in. But we should still have seen
something
. By the same token, I don’t think she’d be very likely to start her invasion with a single capsule - unless there’s something extremely nasty in it.’

‘Skade can be nasty enough on her own,’ Clavain said. ‘But I agree: I don’t think it’s her. Landing on her own would be a suicidal and pointless gesture; not her style at all.’

They had arrived at the tent. Clavain opened the door and led the way in. He paused at the threshold and examined the interior with a vague sense of recrimination, as if someone else entirely lived there.

‘I’ve become very used to this place,’ he said, almost apologetically.

‘Meaning you don’t think you can stand to go back?’ Scorpio asked. He could still smell the lingering scent of Clavain’s earlier presence.

‘I’ll just have to do my best.’ Clavain closed the door behind them and turned to Vasko. ‘How much do you know about Skade and Remontoire?’

‘I don’t think I’ve heard either name before.’

Clavain eased himself into the collapsible chair, leaving the other two to stand. ‘Remontoire was - is - one of my oldest allies. Another Conjoiner. I’ve known him since we fought against each other on Mars.’

‘And Skade, sir?’

Clavain picked up one of the conch pieces and began examining it absent-mindedly. ‘Skade’s a different kettle of fish. She’s also a Conjoiner, but from a later generation than either of us. She’s cleverer and faster, and she has no emotional ties to old-line humanity whatsoever. When the Inhibitor threat became clearer, Skade made plans to save the Mother Nest by running away from this sector of space. I didn’t like that - it meant leaving the rest of humanity to fend for itself when we should have been helping each other - and so I defected. Remontoire, after some misgivings, threw his lot in with me as well.’

‘Then Skade hates both of you?’ Vasko asked.

‘I think she might still be prepared to give Remontoire the benefit of the doubt,’ Clavain said. ‘But me? No, I more or less burnt my bridges with Skade. The last straw as far as she was concerned was the time when I cut her in half with a mooring line.’

Scorpio shrugged. ‘These things happen.’

‘Remontoire saved her,’ Clavain said. ‘That probably counts for something, even though he betrayed her later. But with Skade, it’s probably best not to assume anything. I think I killed her later, but I can’t exclude the possibility that she escaped. That’s what her last transmission claimed, at any rate.’

Vasko asked, ‘So why exactly
are
we waiting for Remontoire and the others, sir?’

Clavain narrowed an eye in Scorpio’s direction. ‘He really doesn’t know a lot, does he?’