A Deepness in the Sky

The taxi boosted on its little reaction jets, sending Nau and his men on a quick scramble for handholds. Qiwi was overriding the taxi's sedate automation. "What happened, Tomas? Do we have a chance?"

"I think so. If we can get into L1-A." He related the story of treachery, almost the truth except for Ali Lin.

Qiwi's slewed the taxi smoothly into its braking approach. But her voice was near sobbing. "It's the Diem Massacre all over again, isn't it? And if we don't stop them this time, we'll all die. And the Spiders too."

Bingo.If Qiwi hadn't been so freshly scrubbed, this would be a very dangerous line of thought. A few days more and she'd have a hundred little inconsistencies to piece together; she'd quickly see through it all. But now, for the next few Ksecs, the analogy with Diem played in his favor. "Yes! But this time we have a chance to stop them, Qiwi."

The taxi descended swiftly across Diamond One. The sun was like a dim red moon, its light glistening here and there off the last of their stolen snow. Hammerfest had disappeared around the corner. Most likely, Pham Nuwen was trapped in the Attic there. The fellow was a genius, but he'd achieved only half a victory. He had cut off ziphead services, but he hadn't stopped the Arachna operation, and he hadn't reached allies.

And in this game, half a victory was worth nothing.In a few hundredseconds, I'll have the firepower at L1-A. Strategy would crystalize in assured destruction, and Pham Nuwen's own moral weakness would give all the game to Tomas Nau.

Ezr never lost consciousness; if he had, there would have been no waking. But for a time, all awareness was centered within himself, on the numbing cold, the tearing pain in his shoulder and down his arm.

The urge to gasp air into his lungs became overpowering. Somewhere there must be air; the park had as much breathable space as ever. Butwhere ? He turned in the direction where the fake sunlight was brightest. Some remnant of reason noted that the water had come out of that direction. It would be falling now.Swim toward the brightness. He kicked feebly and as hard as he was able, guiding with his good hand.

Water. More water. Water forever. Reddish in the sunlight.

He burst through the surface, coughing and vomiting, andbreathing at last. The sea lay around him. It writhed and climbed, with no horizon. It was like something from a Canberra swords-and-pirates story he had watched as a child; he was a sailor trapped in a final maelstrom. He stared up and up. The water curved around and closed above his head. His seascape was a bubble, perhaps five meters across.

With orientation came something like rational thought. Ezr twisted, looked down and behind him. No sign of pursuers. But maybe it didn't matter. The water around him was stained with his own blood; he couldtaste it. The cold that had slowed the flow of blood and numbed some of the pain was also paralyzing his legs and his good arm.

Ezr stared through the water, trying to estimate how far his air bubble was from the outer surface. The water on the sun side did not seem deep, but...He looked down and back toward what had been the forest. Through the blur and the flow, he could see the ruins of the trees. Nowhere was this water more than a dozen meters deep.I'm out of the main mass. His bubble was itself part of a free droplet, drifting slowly across North Paw's sky.

Driftingdownward, by some combination of microgravity and the sea's collision with the cavern roof. Ezr watched numbly as the ground came up around him. He would hit the lake bed, just off the lodge's moorage.

When it came, the collision was dreamlike slow, less than a meter per second. But the water swept swiftly around him, spraying and streaming. He hit on his legs and butt and bounced upward, sharing space with a tumble of jiggling, spinning blobs of water. All around him was a clacking sound, a mindless mechanical applause. The stone casement of the seawall was less than a meter away. He reached out, almost stopped his spin. Then his bad shoulder touched the casement, and everything disappeared in a blaze of agony.

He was gone for only a second or two. When consciousness returned, he saw that he was about five meters above the seabed. Near him, the stones of the casement were covered with a line of moss and stain, the old sea level. And the clacking applause...he looked across the seabed. He could see them in their hundreds, the stabilizer servos, pursuing the same sabotage that had set the sea to marching.

Ezr climbed the rough-cut stone of the seawall. It was only a few meters to the top, to the lodge...to where the lodge had been. There were recognizable foundations. The stubs of wall frames still stood. But a million tonnes of water, even moving slow, had been enough to sweep the place away. Here and there, rubble swayed up, snagged in the deeper wreckage.