Powers That Be (24 page)

“Clodagh, have you ever
been
to SpaceBase?” Bunny asked. It hadn’t occurred to her before that she had never seen Clodagh outside the village except for a time or two on journeys to Sean’s house. Clodagh couldn’t possibly understand the power the company
had
.

“Of course not,
alanna,
now why would I want to go there?”

“They have thousands of soldiers there right now. Yana says they mean to evacuate us. By force! Just without a by-your-leave make us all go into space someplace. Then they’ll keep blowing up things on Petaybee until they get all the minerals and stuff they want. Clodagh, I’ve seen the shuttles and the ships. I know lots of the soldiers. They
can do it
if they want to. They own Petaybee.”

“Nonsense, Bunka. Nobody owns Petaybee but Petaybee.”

Bunny was about to argue the point when something landed with a heavy thud on the roof.

Marduk, the cat who had been living with Yana, stood on his hind feet and pedaled his front paws at the ceiling, chittering and mewing as if looking for a rafter to jump onto.

From outside the house came a sound like a well caving in, a roar with a deep echo to it. Bunny recognized it at once as the voice of one of Sean’s big cats.

She, Clodagh, and Marduk were at the door all at once, but before they could go outside, a huge shape landed softly in front in the doorway. The black and white bewhiskered face of the big cat regarded them quizzically.

Marduk, far from being frightened by the larger feline, stepped forward to rub noses with it. Each brushed scent glands on the side of his face into the other cat’s fur.

Clodagh stood away from the door, and the big cat padded inside, leapt to the bed, and circled about on her handmade quilt to make a nest for himself. Marduk hopped on top of the larger creature’s back and chirruped autocratically. Clodagh produced a pair of thawed fish and a pan of water for the cats to lap. While they ate, Clodagh sat beside them on the edge of the bed and stroked their backs.

She crooned especially to the big cat, and it looked up from its meal with narrowed eyes and purred thunderously back at her. Marduk, annoyed at being left out, butted her hand with his head before he continued to eat.

“Do you suppose it knows where Sean and Yana are?” Bunny asked. “When I petted Dinah, I felt as if she was talking to me.”

“Come here, Bunka,” Clodagh said, and put Bunny’s hand on the cat’s head. “Have you an answer for Bunka, Nanook?”

Why else would I bother coming?
the cat asked her in a velvety, rumbling voice.

The words weren’t spoken; but Bunny heard them nevertheless, inside her head, the way she had heard Dinah’s. Nanook’s diction was much better than the dog’s.

Clodagh regarded Bunny speculatively.

“It talked to me,” Bunny told her, blinking rapidly.

“This cat is a he, not an it,” Clodagh told her. “He talked to you because you can understand him. Marduk, also, is a he. In fact, on our whole planet, there are no its. Some things have no gender, but they are not without names. It’s only polite to learn those names.”

Bunny shrugged. “Well, I guess I knew that.” She had played with the big cat since he had been a kitten, actually, every time she had gone to visit Sean. She petted him again. “Sorry, Nanook, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

Having cleaned his chops of fish residue, Nanook began to tidy up the white fur of his chest. The house suddenly shook, and from under the counter came the sound of crashing glass. Marduk jumped down, and Nanook stretched beneath Bunny’s hand.

Sean’s gone swimming,
he said.
Yana came with soldiers, but their chop-chop bird squawked and the soldiers took her away again. They do not have good feelings for her. They have even less good feeling about Sean. They did not like those of us who live with Sean and tried to find us, to take us away with them. We were not found. Then the ground shakes and I smell smoke-that-is-not-cooking. And shedding time is early. What are people
doing
to our place?

The last thought was accompanied by a plaintive roar that sent a blast of fishy breath into Bunny’s face.

Diego found a sturdy branch, though he knew it wouldn’t be much good as protection against wild animals. Hefting it in his hand made him feel somewhat less vulnerable, however. He could hear the river roaring, along with a crunching and grinding of the ice that set his teeth on edge. He prayed Steve would be done with his rescuing of other people and remember he had a duty to rescue his own family. Darkness was closing in.

The distant howling picked up again and became separate sounds: keening, howling, and plain crying, like the ghost of an all-too-familiar memory. Diego glanced over at his father. For a moment he thought he had seen a flicker in his dad’s eyes, but the older man sagged against the harness as limply as ever.

Another howl, much closer now, was answered by several others, still distant. Diego swung his stick like a baseball bat, placing himself between the track-cat and the hostile woods. As an afterthought, he reached inside and switched on the lights, grateful that the battery wasn’t drained yet. Then the lights picked up a ring of shining eyes in the woods, closing in on him.

The howling took on a triumphant note, and suddenly something dashed from the woods and straight at him.

Cocking the stick to make his first blow count as much as it could, Diego released it at the top of his swing as the lights picked up the red fur of the dog. Dinah crushed him against the grill of the track-cat with the weight of her body. She licked his face and the hands he tried to protect his face with and whined her relief.

He couldn’t have said how he knew the dog was Dinah instead of any other, except that Dinah had done this sort of thing before. And behind her came answering whines and howls and a man’s voice crying “Whoa! Down, dogs.”

Diego freed himself from Dinah’s embrace in time to see a sled pulled by four dogs break through the trees into the lights of the track-cat.

The man driving the sled wore no coat and frowned when he saw Diego, but Dinah ran frantically between the cat and the sled until the man relaxed.

“You’re the boy who was with my mother, aren’t you?” the man asked.

“Your mom was Lavelle?” The guess wasn’t hard, with Dinah bouncing between them.

“That’s right.”

“Then please help us. I have to get my dad to Clodagh’s. He’s been dying at SpaceBase like Lavelle died when they took her off-planet.”

The wind blew and the planet shook, whether in fear or anger or both Bunny couldn’t tell, but inside Clodagh’s house a phenomenon was taking place that Bunny would have only partially understood the day before.

A taciturn Liam Maloney, whined and howled into submission by Dinah and the other sled dogs, had delivered Diego Metaxos and his father to Clodagh’s just after dark. Now Diego nursed a cup of tea, while his father sat tied into Clodagh’s rocker.

Liam had returned home to feed the dogs, although Dinah had whined and made her peculiar “oooo ooo” sound when pulled away from Diego. Bunny wondered what she would hear the dog say if she stroked her. She wondered if Diego could hear Dinah yet, but thought he probably couldn’t. After all, she had lived fourteen years on Petaybee, and she had always known communication existed between certain aspects of the planet and its people. Come to that, she had communicated with the planet like everyone else during the hot-springs interfaces at the end of every latchkay.

Everyone knew that
some
people, like Clodagh and Sean, could talk to most of the animals. Others, like Lavelle, could certainly understand their own lead dogs. Bunny had always talked to the animals, all of them, having been brought up to think it was only polite to do so. But today was the first time the animals had ever struck up what could be called a conversation with her. Maybe it was because she had bonded with her snocle instead of to dogs or cats or curlies, or maybe Dinah was just an unusually telepathic dog. Anyway, although Dinah was evidently tuned in to Diego, the dog had talked to Bunny first, and underlying all the worry and trouble, Bunny felt a marvelous elation about that.

The big cat, Nanook, had bounded past her as she held the door open for Liam and Diego to carry Francisco Metaxos into Clodagh’s house. Bunny had caught a flutter of thought,
Wonder what’s happening out there now . . . ,
as the cat passed by.

Darkness blanked the windows and the wind blew fiercely, carrying the scent of ash and fresh water, thawing earth and smoke. It howled around the house like a team of hungry dogs and rattled the roof. Inside, the stove kept the house almost stiflingly warm as it kept Clodagh’s caribou stew simmering in her biggest pot.

Diego was wolfing down his second bowlful and Bunny making short work of hers while Clodagh stirred fresh ingredients into the pot.

“Want to have enough for when people come in off the river,” she said. “Some of them are bound to stop by.”

The cozy domesticity of the scene was reinforced by Clodagh’s cats, who had returned from whatever business they had been about when Bunny had first arrived.

Diego had one on his lap, while another, Bearcat, napped on Bunny’s knees. And, of course, one of the more enterprising members of the pride twined around Clodagh’s ankles as she cooked. Marduk and the remaining five seemed fascinated by Francisco Metaxos.

Marduk sat on the scientist’s lap, kneading and purring and gazing raptly through narrowed eyes up into his face. Another cat sat on the scientist’s shoulders, its rust-striped cheek and white whiskers snuggled against the man’s right ear, front paws pedaling his shoulders while the ringed tail curled possessively around Metaxos’s neck from the other side. Two more cats flanked Metaxos on either arm of the chair, licking his fingers and hands and grooming him, while another pair alternately wove about his feet and settled across them like house slippers.

You’d have thought the man was made of catnip the way the silly animals were carrying on, Bunny reflected. Whether it was coincidence or communication, at the moment the thought formed she drew an indignant dig from the cat in her lap.

“Can I have a bowl of stew for Dad, please, Clodagh?” Diego asked. “But maybe it’d be better—” He broke off and looked at Clodagh’s back imploringly.

She turned and gave him an impassive half smile. “Yes?”

“If you’d feed him? Bunny says you’re good at taking care of people and things and, to tell the truth, he never eats very well for me.”

Bunny, who had watched Diego feed his father a couple of times, suspected that half the problem was that Diego found spoon-feeding his once-brilliant and vigorous father a disgusting process. She knew it made him sad and angry: that would be the way she would feel, she knew. Unnerving, too, to have to shove food into the mouth of a grown man as if he were an infant.

Clodagh regarded Diego with understanding and sympathy. She looked at the bowl she had filled and then handed it to him with a kind smile.

“No, it’s better if you do it, son. Someplace inside your da he still knows you and loves you. If he’ll eat for anybody, it’ll be you.”

“I guess so,” Diego said dispiritedly, and pulled a chair opposite his father. Bunny noticed he was careful not to disturb any cats, though Marduk raised a paw as if to snag the spoon carrying food to Metaxos’s mouth.

Grimacing, she looked away as the spoon neared the man’s lips: that was the disgusting part, when stuff fell off the spoon and down the chin and had to be wiped off before it messed up the shirt. At least Diego didn’t have to actually pry open his father’s lips to get the food in. But, as she was turning her head, Diego suddenly said, “Hey, Dad. All right! That was great. Try another bite.”

When Bunny looked back at them, Diego had a grin of satisfaction on his face: his father, eyes still dull, face otherwise slack, was chewing the soft diced bits in the stew. Encouraged, Diego replenished the spoon with more bits; the cat on his father’s shoulders sniffed as the spoon passed his nose, but didn’t try to snag it. Dr. Metaxos’s eyes even looked a little more focused when he chewed, Bunny thought. Food was the best thing he could concentrate on right now; maybe he was even tasting it. She hoped so: it was a shame to waste a good Clodagh stew on someone who couldn’t appreciate the fine taste of it.

Just then the door burst open and Aisling swirled in like a one-woman typhoon, followed closely by Steve Margolies. Through the door behind Steve, Bunny saw Sinead talking into the ear of one of the curly-coat horses that stood around about the house.

“Clodagh,” Aisling called cheerfully, “Sinead and the curlies did some right fine towing work at the river, getting snocles out of trouble. Everyone’s out now and on their way back here. We left all the snocles at Adak’s, but he’s so busy, I thought I’d see if you had something cooked up for him to eat. He’s going to be there all night. And it’s not just the river breaking up early, either. You know all that smoke we’ve been seein’ and the ground shaking? Well, that’s from a volcano eruption over by where Odark found Lavelle and Siggy with your lad here and his da.” She grinned at the expressions of disbelief and amazement. “And the miners and engineers and company men that went out that way to start work, they got caught right under that volcano.” She grinned so broadly at the effect of that news that she had to lick her lips.

Of them all, Clodagh didn’t seem surprised.

“
And,
there’s a shuttle down, almost right on top of the volcano, to hear Adak tell it, and the survivors yelling like stuck pigs for help. Well, that smooth redheaded captain who was sniffin’ after Yana took her and Giancarlo and some other soldier to go see if anyone got out of the shuttle. They made it to the miners and then”—Aisling’s expression changed to indignation—“that captain wanted to leave behind the injured miners and all, right where they were being bombarded with ash and hot mud, so’s he could search for the shuttle. Can you believe the man’s sand that he’d abandon wounded, his own people, mind you? And crazy enough to want to make a copter fly into all that heat and ash and smoke? But as luck would have it, and such good luck I can scarcely believe myself, the pilot was Rick, you remember Orla O’Shay’s oldest boy that went into the service fifteen years ago? He and Yana Maddock made the captain and the colonel and the other bloke with them get out and load the wounded. He radioed back for a pickup for them and the other survivors, and Adak was just talking to him as we came in. Sinead says she has it from her sources that Sean’s gone missin’, too, and she’s
that
worried about himself and Yana. The O’Shay boy says Yana disarmed the colonel and his lad neat as you please and not a moment too soon. Dr. Steve here wants to rustle up some transport. He feels he’s got to get out there to eyeball that volcano while it’s growing.”