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‘I want to know more about the so-called terrorists,’ Mackendrick said, ‘In all likelihood, these are the people we should be dealing with. The friends of our enemies, et cetera. If something is rotten in this society, then they’ll know all about it.’

‘She didn’t ask if we’d been contacted by Quineau.’

‘Probably didn’t want to sound too inquisitive. They’ll no doubt get round to it at the meeting later.’

Mackendrick led the way along the corridor to a comfortably appointed lounge overlooking the stepped terraces. A table was laid with a colourful array of food: great cobs of white bread, various cheeses, sliced meats and native fruits. There were even pots of what turned out to be a passable imitation of coffee.

Bennett helped himself to a plate of bread and cheese and a mug of the coffee substitute. He moved to a window seat with a view of the steeply descending valley, spectacular in its breadth and depth. Only from very close to the window could the valley bottom be seen, the sparkling filament of a silver river twisting its way through a series of green fields.

The few people tending the nearby terraces were dressed simply, the women in pastel-coloured one-piece frocks, the men in lightweight trousers and smocks. The garments were obviously of man-made, manufactured material, and other aspects of Homefall - the wind turbines and crawlers - suggested a well-developed manufacturing industry somewhere. Bennett guessed that this valley was not the extent of the colony.

He finished his breakfast and tried the door leading outside. To his surprise, it was open. He had expected it to be locked, the three of them to be under benign but strict house arrest. He stepped outside. There were no guards in sight. It occurred to him with sudden alarm that the casualness with which they were being treated was a result of the colonists having already located, and disabled, the Cobra.

The door opened and Mackendrick joined him, taking a deep breath and staring down into the valley.

Bennett said, ‘A worst case scenario, Mack. The colonists find the ship and destroy it, blaming it on the terrorists. What do we do then?’ He considered the irony: just four months ago, on Earth, he had been dreaming of life on a colony world.

‘What do you suggest, Josh? That we should make a run for it? Take the transporter, or sneak out on foot at night?’ He shook his head. ‘How far do you think we’d get? If they haven’t found the ship, then we’d be leading them straight to it. It’ll be far safer if we lie low, let time pass, find out what’s going on here and then make a break for it.’

Bennett nodded. ‘Put like that it does make sense. It’s just that the thought of being stranded here . . .’

Mackendrick smiled. ‘I suppose there are worse places to spend the last year of my life.’ He looked at Bennett. ‘But don’t worry, Josh. I’ve arranged for a back-up ship to set off here in a year, if you haven’t arrived back by then.’

Bennett nodded, at once relieved at the thought that there would be another way off the planet, and disturbed by the reminder of Mackendrick’s illness.

Five minutes later the small figure of a young woman made her way up a winding footpath, raising a hand in greeting as she reached the garden. ‘Miriam James,’ she said. ‘If you’re ready, I’ll show you to the council chambers.’

Mackendrick moved back inside to tell Ten Lee.

Bennett watched the woman as she strolled to the edge of the terrace. Miriam James was small and tanned, with cropped black hair. Unlike the other colonists he had seen today, she was dressed in green combat fatigues and carried a rifle. He wondered if she had been part of the patrol that had fired on the others last night. On the lapel of her combat jacket was a small silver crucifix, with a tiny circle beneath each crossbar.

‘Why the armed guard, Miriam?’ he asked now. ‘Are we under arrest?’

She turned to him, smiling. She seemed an unlikely combatant. ‘Of course not.’ She patted her rifle. ‘This is for your own protection. The terrorists have been known to strike at the heart of the settlement. If they decide that you might have information valuable to them . . .’ She nodded up the incline to the terrace that overlooked the building. ‘That’s why you’ve been under armed protection all night.’

Bennett looked up and saw two green-uniformed guards standing on the road and watching the building.

‘Just who or what are the terrorists?’ he enquired.

She opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it. She shook her head. ‘Later,’ she said. ‘The Council of Elders will answer all your questions.’

Mackendrick and Ten Lee stepped from the building. Miriam James led the way from the terrace and down a tortuously winding footpath between serried fruit brushes and terraces of a wheat analogue.

The council chamber was a dome so big that the hillside had been excavated to accommodate its diameter. It was surrounded by a plinth of timber steps, and as Bennett followed the others around the walkway, he recognised the dome as the old astrodome cannibalised from the liner. The lower metre of its curving flank was banded with the red, white and blue tricolour. Above the entrance hatch was a large silver crucifix with a circle beneath each crossbar.

They stepped into the chamber, fitted out with rising tiers of timber seats for the assembly of the council. In the middle of the floor a hexagon of benches had been arranged informally. Six colonists, three men and three women - Bennett recognised Sabine Deauchamps among them - were already seated and awaiting their arrival.

Miriam stood guard at the entrance.

Deauchamps stood in greeting. ‘Welcome to the Council of Homefall,’ she said. ‘I trust you ate well? If I might introduce my fellow elders . . .’

As their title suggested, Bennett estimated that all six men and women were over fifty, some as old as eighty. They regarded their visitors with hospitable smiles and nods. They seemed, he thought, about as threatening as the activities committee of an old people’s home.

He reminded himself that appearances were often deceptive.

A small, portly red-faced man stepped forward and shook them by the hand. ‘Welcome to Homefall, messieurs, madame. I’m Edward De Channay, elected chairman of the council. Please, be seated.’

It was the voice, rich and cultured, of the man Bennett had last night termed the patriarch. He had expected someone tall and silver-haired, not dumpy and balding.

He sat down on one of the benches between Ten Lee and Mackendrick.

Deauchamps said, ‘This is by way of welcoming you to Homefall, an informal meeting to acquaint you with our society, and to allow us to get to know you.’ The other council members nodded in agreement. ‘There’ll be a more formal welcoming in a day or two, a dinner at which you’ll get to meet the citizens of the valley. I know that Chairman De Channay has one or two questions, as well as many answers to your own questions, no doubt.’

De Channay cleared his throat. ‘Thank you, Sabine.’ He looked from Mackendrick and Bennett to Ten Lee. ‘Of course, your arrival here has been as much a surprise for us as I suspect it has been for you. A pleasant surprise, might I add. For over ninety years we’ve gone about our lives on Homefall with little hope of establishing contact with the rest of the Expansion. We came here by accident, a fortuitous accident, as it turned out.’

‘The Rim wasn’t your destination?’ Bennett asked.

‘Far from it. Our ancestors were members of the Church of Phobos and Deimos, founded on Mars in the last century. They elected, more than one hundred years ago, to start a colony on a planet where they might practise their religion without outside influence. To this end they set off for a newly discovered, habitable planet in the Sirius system. The details are vague, as the accident happened so many years ago, but an error in the navigation system resulted in the ship being flung far off course. Our ancestors emerged from the void many light years from here, with insufficient energy supplies to effect a return to inhabited space. For two years they explored the few star systems in the region, before chancing upon Homefall, as they christened their new home. In attempting to land they crashed, suffering many casualties. However, they rallied and founded the settlement you see here. For ninety years we’ve prospered, thanks to the will of God, with only occasional setbacks along the way.’

‘The terrorists?’ Mackendrick observed.

‘The terrorists being a case in point.’

‘What exactly,’ Bennett asked, ‘are they opposing?’

He tried to discern discomfort in the manner of De Channay, but the elder was practised in the ways of duplicity.

‘They’re anarchists and troublemakers opposed to the rule of the council. For almost fifteen years they’ve mounted an armed war against society. The precise politics of the situation need not concern you at this time.’

He paused and changed the subject. ‘Fellow Elder Deauchamps told me that your ship came down in the mountains. I only mention it as it might be a wise move if we sent out a team to salvage the wreckage, before the terrorists locate the site and destroy what we might be able to use.’

Bennett was aware of the eyes of the elders fixed on Mackendrick, who nodded in broad agreement. ‘I don’t have the precise co-ordinates to hand, but I know the general whereabouts. I doubt, though, that the terrorists would easily locate the wreckage.’

‘You are unaware of the resources of our opponents,’ De Channay replied.

The man seated next to De Channay, dark-haired and younger than the others, spoke up. ‘Your transporter was in remarkably good condition considering that it had suffered a crash-landing.’

Bennett’s throat went dry. He recognised the voice. It was the man who last night had wanted them killed.

Mackendrick nodded. ‘It was practically the only thing we could salvage from the wreckage, and then we had to cannibalise it from the three other transporters we carried.’ He looked up, staring De Channay in the eye.

The chairman nodded. ‘I take it that you are a scientific survey team? Were you sent here, by any chance, as a result of Quineau?’

Mackendrick repeated the name. ‘I’m sorry . . . the name means nothing. Who is Quineau?’

Bennett and Ten Lee looked suitably blank.

De Channay said, ‘In the crash-landing our ancestors suffered extensive damage to the two scout ships we carried aboard the liner. For many years we didn’t have the technological or industrial expertise and resources to repair them. Only twenty years ago were we able to begin the necessary repairs. Then we sent a council elder, Pierre Quineau, to attempt to establish contact with Earth or the colonies and tell of our survival. We’ve heard nothing since, and had given up hope of ever receiving word from or contact with the Expansion.’

Mackendrick was shaking his head. ‘We came out to the Rim on an independent scientific survey mission, charting new stars and prospecting potentially habitable planets.’

‘So the Expansion is moving out to the Rim?’ the elder asked.

‘I’m afraid not. We are an independent company working outside the jurisdiction and remit of the Expansion. Scientific curiosity, the spirit of adventure, brought us this far out.’

‘You’re not part of a concerted exploration of the arm? Can we hope that your loss will be noted and a rescue mission set up?’

‘As I said, we are an independent company. Or should that be, we were? There is little or no hope of rescue.’

De Channay spread his hands. ‘Then I’m afraid, as we do not have the capabilities to manufacture void-going ships ourselves, that until such time as the next ship does happen this way, you are stranded on Homefall with us.’

Mackendrick nodded. ‘It would seem that way.’

‘Then all I can do in the circumstances is avail you of the hospitality of the Council of Elders,’ De Channay said. ‘We can find you suitable positions in the manufactories on the coast, or if you would prefer to farm . . .’ He gestured. ‘But you have hardly arrived here and I am talking of employment! You’ll need time to settle in, become accustomed to the ways of society on Homefall. I’m afraid that after the sophistication of Earth you might find us somewhat lacking, but I’m sure that in the circumstances ... If you have any questions we might be able to answer, my council is at your disposal.’