The Golden Space (22 page)

“Why were they making fun of him?”

“Because he couldn’t play their stupid little word games. This one woman started saying that there were people who just weren’t very smart, and you could tell who they were because they couldn’t learn very much even with a long life and plenty of time, that they just couldn’t keep up. She was saying it to this other man, but she knew that other guy heard her. She said it right in front of him.”

“What did he do?” Andrew asked.

“Nothing.” Silas shrugged. “He looked sad. He left a little later, and I had to go to bed, anyway. Know what happened?” He leaned forward. “He went up in this little plane a couple of days later, and he went into a dive, and smacked into this house down the road. You should have seen it blow up.”

Andrew was too shocked to speak.

“Luckily, nobody was home. The man died, though. Some people said it was an accident, but I don’t think most of them believed it. That man knew how to fly. He went diving right in there.” Silas slapped his right hand against his left palm.

Andrew shook his head. “That’s awful.” He looked enviously at his friend, wishing that he, too, had witnessed such an event.

“At least he did something.”

Andrew lifted his head. “But that’s terrible.” He thought guiltily about his own foray onto the roof outside his window.

“So what? It’s terrible. Everybody said so, but it was almost all they talked about afterward. I know for a fact that a lot of them watched the whole thing on their screens later on. A woman was out with her holo equipment just by luck, and she got the whole thing and put it in the system. That’s the point, Andrew. He did something, and everybody knew it, and for a while he was the most important guy around.”

“And he was so important you forgot his name.”

“I was little. Anyway, that’s why my father came here. He decided he didn’t want to be around a lot of people after that. He kept saying it could have been our house.” Silas threw his empty container into the corner and leaned back against the wall, smiling. “That would have been something, if it had been our house. Old Ben wouldn’t have ever gotten over it. I’ll bet he would have moved us underground.”

Andrew pulled up his legs and wrapped his arms around them, imagining a plane streaking through the sky. The room seemed cozy now; the thought of danger beyond made it seem even cozier. Antigua, of course, was safely distant. He looked admiringly at his friend. Silas had seen danger, and nothing had happened to him; Andrew would be safe with his friend.

Andrew was awake in the darkness. The knapsack under his head was bumpy, the floor hard. His muscles ached. He thought of his bed at home.

He supposed he must have slept a little. It had still been light outside when he had gone to sleep. He listened; Silas was breathing unevenly. He felt a movement near him and realized his friend was awake. He was about to speak when he heard a click.

The front door was opening. He stiffened and held his breath. The door creaked. He heard footsteps in the hall, and his ears began to pound.

He wanted to make for the window and get outside, but he could not move. Silas had stopped breathing. The footsteps were coming toward them. He tried to press his back against the floor, as if he could sink between the boards and hide.

A beam of light shot through the darkness, sweeping toward them in an arc. Andrew sat up. The light struck him, and he threw up an arm. He tried to cry out, but let out only a sigh. Silas shouted.

Someone laughed. Andrew blinked, blinded by the light. The footsteps came closer, and the light dimmed. The shadowy figure holding it leaned over, set the slender pocket light on the floor, and sat down.

The intruder’s face was now illuminated by the light. It was a girl with curly, shoulder-length hair. She said, “Who are you?”

Andrew glanced at Silas. “I’m Silas, this is Andrew. We aren’t doing anything.”

“I can see that. Hold out your arms.”

Andrew hesitated.

“Hold them out.” Her voice was hard. The boys extended their arms. “You’re not wearing Bonds. Good. I don’t want a signal going out.” She had one hand at her waist; Andrew wondered if she were hurt. Then she withdrew it, and he saw a metal wand. She was armed. He lowered his arms slowly and clutched his elbows.

“We’re exploring,” Silas said.

“You mean you’re running away. I’m running away, too. My name’s Thérèse. Who are you running away from?”

“Our parents.”

“Why?”

“I told you, we just want to look around.”

“Then they’re looking for you.”

Silas shook his head. “We threw them off the track. If they’re looking, they won’t look here.” Andrew was hoping that his friend was wrong. “Do your parents live around here?”

“I’m not running away from parents.” The girl brushed a few curls from her forehead. “Where are you from?”

“Oh, a long way from here,” Silas answered. “It took us all day to get here. There’s only three houses where we’re from. There’s just Andrew’s parents and my father and one woman who’s practically never there, so you don’t have to worry.”

“I’m not worried.” Thérèse reached for the light, then stood up. “I’m going to sleep in the hall. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

The boards groaned under her feet as she left; Andrew heard her close the door. He moved closer to Silas. “We can still go out the window,” he whispered.

“What if she comes after us?”

“We can wait until she’s asleep.”

Silas was silent for a few moments. “Why bother? She’s running away, too. We might be safer with her, anyway. She has a weapon.”

“She might be dangerous.”

“I don’t know. She’s just another kid. If she was really dangerous, she could have lased us right here.”

Andrew shuddered. “Maybe we should go home.”

“That’s all you can think about, isn’t it, running home to Joan and Dao.” Silas paused. “Something interesting’s going on, and you want to hide. Look, if we have to, we can always get away later. All we have to do is go to the nearest house and send out a message, and somebody’ll come. Let’s go to sleep.”

Andrew stretched out on the floor. Silas might be scared, but he would never admit it. He considered escaping by himself, but the thought of traveling alone in the night kept him at Silas’s side.

II

They shared some dried fruit and water with Thérèse in the morning. Andrew realized that they would run out of food sooner if they divided it three ways. They would have to go home then. That notion cheered him a bit as they set out from the town.

In the early morning light, Thérèse did not seem as frightening. He guessed that she was about twelve. She was taller than he was, but her long legs and thin arms were gangly and her chest was flat. Her cheeks were round and pink; strands of reddish-brown hair kept drifting across her face, causing her to shake her head periodically. She carried nothing except her weapon and her light, both tucked in her belt. Her shirt and slacks were dirty, and there were holes in the knees of her pants.

Andrew was on the girl’s left; Silas walked at her right. Silas also seemed more at ease. He had joked with Thérèse as they ate, finally eliciting a smile. Thérèse was reserved; Andrew wondered if all girls were like that, or only this one. He remembered the girls he had spoken with over the holo, and the way a couple of them often looked at him scornfully, as if he were still a little child.

“Why did you run away?” she asked abruptly.

“I told you,” Silas answered.

“I mean the real reason. Are your parents cruel, or is it just that they don’t seem to care?”

“My father’s all right.”

“What about your mother?”

“I don’t have one. They used stored ova for me.”

“What about you?” she said to Andrew.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “Silas was going, so I went with him.”

“That’s not a good reason. Don’t you like your home?”

“I like it fine.”

“You shouldn’t have left it, then.”

Andrew wanted to ask Thérèse why she had run away.

“Maybe you ought to go back,” she said after a moment.

“We’ll stick with you,” Silas said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“If I minded, I wouldn’t be walking with you, now, would I?” The girl slowed, peering down the cracked and potholed asphalt. “We shouldn’t stay on this road.” She turned her head, surveying the area. A bridge was ahead. She pointed. “Maybe we should follow the river.”

“Fine with me,” Silas said. They left the road, scampering down the hill to the bank. The river flowed west; they climbed over rocks and strolled along the grassy bank.

“How long have you been traveling?” Silas asked.

“Long enough,” Thérèse replied. “Since spring. A couple of months.”

Silas whistled. The girl stumbled, waving her arms in an attempt to regain her balance. Pebbles rolled down the bank. Andrew reached for her, grabbing her arm. She jerked away violently, almost falling.

The slap stung his cheek. He stepped back. “Don’t touch me,” Thérèse shouted. “Keep away from me.” Her arm was up, as if she were about to hit him again.

“I was trying to help.” He crouched, holding out a hand. Thérèse was breathing heavily; her cheeks were flushed. Silas moved away from her and came closer to Andrew. The girl lowered her hands.

“I’m sorry,” she said at last. “Don’t touch me. Don’t get too close to me. I can’t stand it. All right?”

Andrew nodded. She turned and marched ahead, not looking back. Silas raised his eyebrows, then followed her. Andrew trailed behind. The look in Thérèse’s brown eyes had chilled him; he had not seen the heat of anger or the wide eyes of fear, only a cold look of malice and hatred. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked and kept back, afraid to get too close to Thérèse.

By noon they had left the river and found a dirt road that wound
through wooded hills. Thérèse had remained silent, but she had also managed to smile at a
couple of Silas’s remarks. Andrew began to whistle a tune, then turned it into the
1812
Overture.
Silas added sound effects, shouting “Boom!” at the appropriate moments.
Thérèse laughed, but her mouth twisted, as if she found the whole thing silly as
well.

Then she stopped and pointed. Below them, the road dipped. A woman was walking along the road, her back to them, a kobold behind her. Apparently she had not heard them. She was moving toward a clearing; a small house, surrounded by a trimmed lawn, stood back from the road. A maple tree was in front of the house; near it, several flat stones formed a circle on the ground.

Andrew went as close to Thérèse as he dared. “What now?” he said softly.

She frowned. “We can catch up with her.”

“But she’ll—”

“Come on.” She moved ahead quickly, and both boys followed. The woman stopped walking, lifted a slender white cylinder to her lips, and lit it; she was smoking a cigarette. Then she turned, and saw them.

Her dark eyes were wide. She dropped the cigarette quickly, as if ashamed that they had seen it, grinding it out with her foot. The kobold drew near her protectively. Its white hair was short and its eyebrows bushy; it scowled.

Thérèse, approaching, lifted a hand. “Hello.”

“Hello?” the woman answered. Her greeting seemed tentative. She plucked nervously at her long black hair.

The girl moved closer, glancing at the kobold. It drew itself up, adjusting its red cape. Andrew and Silas kept behind Thérèse. Andrew was not afraid of the woman, only of the android, which might move quickly if it thought its mistress was being threatened. He kept his hands at his sides, palms open, in sight of the small creature.

“What do you want?” the woman asked.

Thérèse said, “We need food and a place to rest. Please help us. We won’t bother you or anything.” The girl’s voice was higher, gentler than the tone Andrew had heard on the road. The woman gazed at Thérèse’s outstretched hands, and her eyelids fluttered; Andrew was sure she had noticed the weapon at the girl’s waist.

The woman straightened. She lifted her head and stuck out her chin, as if ready for a confrontation, but her hands trembled. “What are you doing out here?” Her voice was high and weak.

“We’re running away,” Thérèse said. “We’re experiments.” Andrew tried not to look surprised; Silas was keeping a straight face. “These biologists were testing us. I know they didn’t think they were doing anything mean, but you know how they are. This one man said he’d help us if we got away, so we’re on our way to his place.”

The woman frowned. “I never heard of such a thing.”

“They do a lot they don’t talk about. They can do anything they want, because everybody depends on them. Please don’t give us away.” Thérèse blinked her eyes, as if about to cry.

The woman pressed her hands together. “You poor things. You’d better follow me.”

She led them toward her house. Andrew noticed that she was keeping near her kobold.