The Wind From a Burning Woman: Six Stories of Science Fiction (14 page)

Frobish refused to look me in the eye. Alouette and Mouse werent in the least reluctant, however, and their gazes threw sparks. Theyd be good in a fight, if it ever came down to that. I hoped I wasnt their opposite.

I think its time we behaved reasonably, I said.

There is no reason on this ship, Frobish shot back.

Aye on that, Sonok said, sitting down to a plate left on the floor. He picked at it, then reluctantly ate, his fingers handling the implements with agility.

If were at odds, we wont get anything done, I said.

That is the only thing which stops me from killing you, Frobish said. Mouse bent over to whisper in his ear. My wife reminds me you must have time to see the logic of our ways. Were the women lucid despite their anger, or was he maneuvering on his own? There is also the possibility that you are a leader. Im a leader, and its difficult for me to face another leader at times. That is why I alone control this ship.

Im not a I bit my lip. Not too far, too fast. Weve got to work together and forget about being leaders for the moment.

Sonok sighed and put down the plate. I have no leader, he said. That part of me did not follow into this scattershot. He leaned on my leg. Mascots live best when made whole. So I choose Geneva as my other part. I think my English is good enough now for us to understand.

Frobish looked at the bear curiously. My stomach hurts, he said after a moment. He turned to me. You do not hit like a woman. A woman strikes for the soft parts, masculine weaknesses. You go for direct points with knowledge. I cannot accept you as the bear does, but if you will reconsider, we should be able to work together.

Reconsider the family bond?

He nodded. To me, he was almost as alien as his snakes. I gave up the fight and decided to play for time.

Ill have to think about it. My upbringing... is hard to overcome, I said.

We will rest, Frobish said.

And Sonok will guard, I suggested. The bear straightened perceptibly and went to stand by the hatch. For the moment it looked like a truce had been made, but as cots were pulled out of the walls, I picked up a metal bar and hid it in my trousers.

The Sinieux went to their multilevel cages and lay quiet and still as stone. I slipped into the cot and pulled a thin sheet over myself. Sleep came immediately, and delicious lassitude finally unkinked my arm.

I dont know how long the nap lasted, but it was broken sharply by a screech by Sonok. Theyre here! Theyre here!

I stumbled out of the cot, tangling one leg in a sheet, and came to a stand only after the Indian family was alert and armed. So much, I thought, for hiding me rifle. Whats here? I asked, still dopey.

Frobish thrust Sonok away from the hatch with a leg and brought the cover around with a quick arm to slam it shut, but not before a black cable was tossed into the room. The hatch jammed on it, and sparks flew. Frobish stood clear and brought his rifle to his shoulder.

Sonok ran to me and clung to my knee. Mouse opened the cages and let the Sinieux flow onto the deck. Frobish retreated from the hatch as it shuddered. The Sinieux advanced. I heard voices from the other side. They sounded humanlike children, in fact.

Wait a moment, I said. Mouse brought her pistol up and aimed it at me. I shut up.

The hatch flung open, and hundreds of fine cables flew into the room, twisting and seeking, wrapping and binding. Frobishs rifle was plucked from his hands and surrounded like a bacterium with antibodies. Mouse fired her pistol wildly and stumbled, falling into a nest of cables, which jerked and seized. Alouette was almost to the hole, but her ankles were caught and she teetered.

Cables ricocheted from the ceiling and grabbed at the bundles of Sinieux. The snakes fell apart, some clinging to the cables like insects on a frogs tongue. More cables shot out to hold them all, except for a solitary snake that retreated past me. I was bound rigid and tight with Sonok strapped to my knee. The barrage stopped, and a small shadowed figure stood in the hatch, carrying a machete. It cleared the entrance of the sticky strands and stepped into the cabin light, looking around cautiously. Then it waved to companions behind, and five more entered.

They were identical, each just under half a meter in height a little shorter than Sonokand bald and pink as infants. Their features were delicate and fetal, with large grey-green eyes and thin, translucent limbs. Their hands were stubby-fingered and plump as those on a Rubens baby. They walked into the cabin with long strides, self-assured, nimbly avoiding the cables.

Sonok jerked at a sound in the corridora hesitant high-pitched mewing. With breasts, he mumbled through the cords.

One of the infantoids arranged a ramp over the bottom seal of the hatch. He then stepped aside and clapped to get attention. The others formed a line, pink fannies jutting, and held their hands over their heads as if surrendering. The mewing grew louder. Sonoks trash can with breasts entered the cabin, twisting this way and that like a deranged, obscene toy. It was cylindrical, with sides tapering to a fringed skirt at the base. Three levels of pink and nippled paps ringed it at equal intervals from top to bottom. A low, flat head surmounted the body, tiny black eyes examining the cabin with quick, nervous jerks. It looked like nothing so much as the Diana of Ephesus, Magna Mater to the Romans.

One of the infantoids announced something in a piping voice, and the Diana shivered to acknowledge. With a glance around, the same infantoid nodded, and all six stood up to the breasts to nurse.

Feeding over, they took positions around the cabin and examined us carefully. The leader spoke to each of us in turn, trying several languages. None matched our own. I strained to loosen the cords around my neck and jaw and asked Sonok to speak a few of the languages he knew. He did as well as he could through his bonds. The leader listened to him with interest, then echoed a few words and turned to the other five. One nodded and advanced. He spoke to the bear in what sounded like Greek. Sonok stuttered for a moment, then replied in halting fragments.

They moved to loosen the bears cords, looking up at me apprehensively. The combination of Sonok and six children still at breast hit me deep, and I had to suppress a hysteric urge to laugh.

I think he is saying he knows what has happened, Sonok said. Theyve been prepared for it; they knew what to expect. I think thats what they say.

The leader touched palms with his Greek-speaking colleague, then spoke to Sonok in the same tongue. He held out his plump hands and motioned for the bear to do likewise. A third stepped over rows of crystallized cable to loosen Sonoks arms.

Sonok reluctantly held up his hands, and the two touched. The infantoid broke into shrill laughter and rolled on the floor. His mood returned to utmost gravity in a blink, and he stood as tall as he could, looking us over with an angry expression.

We are in command, he said in Russian. Frobish and his wives cried out in French, complaining about their bonds. They speak different? the infantoid asked Sonok. The bear nodded. Then my brothers will learn their tongues. What does the other big one speak?

English, Sonok said.

The infantoid sighed. Such diversities. I will learn from her. My cords were cut, and I held out my palms. The leaders hands were cold and clammy, making my arm-hairs crawl.

All right, he said in perfect English. Let us tell you whats happened, and what were going to do.

His explanation of the disruption matched mine closely. The Alternates have done this to us. He pointed to me. This big one calls them Aighors. We do not dignify them with a namewere not even sure they are the same. They dont have to be, you know. Whoever has the secret of disruption, in all universes, is our enemy. We are companions now, chosen from a common pool of those who have been disrupted across a century or so. The choosing has been done so that, our natures match closelywe are all from one planet. Do you understand this idea of being companions?

Sonok and I nodded. The Indians made no response at all.

But we, members of the Nemi, whose mother is Noctilux, we were prepared. We will take control of the aggregate ship and pilot it to a suitable point, from which we can take a perspective and see what universe were in. Can we expect your cooperation?

Again the bear and I agreed, and the others were silent.

Release them all, the infantoid said with a magnanimous sweep of his hands. Be warned, howeverwe can restrain you in an instant, and we are not likely to enjoy being attacked again.

The cords went limp and vaporized with some heat discharge and a slight sweet odor. The Diana rolled over the ramp and left the cabin, with the leader and another infantoid following. The four remaining behind watched us closely, not nervous but intent on our every move. Where the guns had been, pools of slag lay on the floor.

Looks like weve been overruled, I said to Frobish. He didnt seem to hear me.

In a few hours we were told where we would be allowed to go. The area extended to my cabin and the bathroom, which apparently was the only such facility in our reach. The Nemi didnt seem to need bathrooms, but their recognition of our own requirements was heartening. Within an hour after the takeover, the infantoids had swarmed over the controls in the chamber. They brought in bits and pieces of salvaged equipment, which they altered and fitted with extraordinary speed and skill. Before our next meal, taken from stores in the hole, they understood and controlled all the machinery in the cabin.

The leader then explained to us that the aggregate, or scattershot, as Sonok had called it, was still far from integrated. At least two groups had yet to be brought into the fold. These were the giant blacks in golden armor, and the beings that inhabited the transparent bubble outside the ship. We were warned that leaving the established boundaries would put us in danger.

The sleep period came. The Nemi made certain we were slumbering before they slept, if they slept at all. Sonok lay beside me on the bunk in my room, snukking faint snores and twitching over distant dreams. I stared up into the dark, thinking of the message tank. That was my unrevealed ace. I wanted to get back to it and see what it was capable of telling me. Did it belong to one of the groups we were familiar with, or was it different, perhaps a party in itself?

I tried to bury my private thoughtsdisturbing, intricate thoughtsand sleep, but I couldnt. I was deadweight now, and Id never liked the idea of being useless. Useless things tended to get thrown out. Since joining the various academies and working my way up the line, Id always assumed I could play some role in any system I was thrust into.

But the infantoids, though tolerant and even understanding, were self-contained. As they said, theyd been prepared, and they knew what to do. Uncertainty seemed to cheer them, or at least draw them together. Of course they were never more than a few meters away from a very impressive symbol of securitya walking breast-bank.

The Nemi had their Diana, Frobish had his wives, and Sonok had me. I had no one. My mind went out, imagined blackness and fields of stars, and perhaps nowhere the worlds I knew, and quickly snapped back. My head hurt, and my back muscles were starting to cramp. I had no access to hormone stabilizers, so I was starting my period. I rolled over, nudging Sonok into grumbly half-waking, and shut my eyes and mind to everything, trying to find a peaceful glade and perhaps Jaghit Singh. But even in sleep all I found was snow and broken grey trees.

The lights came up slowly, and I was awakened by Sonoks movements. I rubbed my eyes and got up from the bunk, standing unsteadily.

In the bathroom Frobish and his wives were going about their morning ablutions. They looked at me but said nothing. I could feel a tension but tried to ignore it. I was irritable, and if I let any part of my feelings out, they might all pour forth and then where would I be?

I returned to my cabin with Sonok and didnt see Frobish following until he stepped up to the hatchway and looked inside.

We will not accept the rule of children, he said evenly. Well need your help to overcome them.

Who will replace them? I asked.

I will. Theyve made adjustments to my machines which I and the Sinieux can handle.

The Sinieux cages are welded shut, I said.

Will you join us?

What could I do? Im only a woman.

I will fight, my wives and you will back me up. I need the rifle you took away.

I dont have it. But he must have seen my eyes go involuntarily to the locker.

Will you join us?

Im not sure its wise. In fact, Im sure it isnt. You just arent equipped to handle this kind of thing. Youre too limited.

I have endured all sorts of indignities from you. You are a sickness of the first degree. Either you will work with us, or I will cure you now. Sonok bristled, and I noticed the bears teeth were quite sharp.

I stood and faced him. Youre not a man, I said. Youre a little boy. You havent got hair on your chest or anything between your legsjust a bluff and a brag.

He pushed me back on the cot with one arm and squeezed up against the locker, opening it quickly. Sonok sank his teeth into the mans calf, but before I could get into action the rifle was out and his hand was on the trigger. I fended the barrel away from me, and the first shot went into the corridor. It caught a Nemi and removed the top of his head. The blood and sound seemed to drive Frobish into a frenzy. He brought the butt down, trying to hammer Sonok, but the bear leaped aside and the rifle went into the bunk mattress, sending Frobish off balance. I hit his throat with the side of my hand and caved in his windpipe.

Then I took the rifle and watched him choking against the cabin wall. He was unconscious and turning blue before I gritted my teeth and relented. I took him by the neck and found his pipe with my thumbs, then pushed from both sides to flex the blockage outward. He took a breath and slumped.

I looked at the body in the corridor. This is it, I said quietly. Weve got to get out of here. I slung the rifle and peered around the hatch seal. The noise hadnt brought anyone yet. I motioned to Sonok, and we ran down the corridor, away from the Indians control room and the infantoids.