Between the Strokes of Night

Kallen sat for a moment, rubbing his hands together. He again turned red with embarrassment. “I thought of nothing but Planetfest, too,” he said at last, in that throaty, pained voice. Then he hesitated, and looked helplessly from one person to the next. What had been difficult to tell to one person was impossible to tell to three.

“How about if I say it, and you tell me when I get it wrong?” said Lum quickly. “That way I’ll have a chance to see if my understanding is correct.” Kallen nodded gratefully. He smiled in a sheepish fashion at Elissa, then looked away to the corner of the room.

“I suspect we all did the same sort of thing when we started out in the trials,” said Lum. “Once I knew I was going to be involved, I set out to discover everything I could about the Planetfest games — when they started, how they’re organized, and so on. I’d heard vague talk, nor more than random words really, about Gossameres and Pipistrelles, or Immortals and Skydown. People mentioned S-space and N-space. I wanted to know what they were all about, or at least get the best rumors I could.”

Peron and Elissa nodded assent. It was exactly what they had done themselves. “But Kallen’s case was a little different. He was legally old enough — just — for the previous games. He was born on the exact cutoff date, right at midnight. And he went through all the preliminary rounds then. He aced them.”

Kallen blushed a brighter red. “Never said that at all,” he whispered. “I know. But it’s true. Anyway, that’s when he had his accident. A carriage wheel broke apart as it went past him, and a piece of a spoke speared his throat. It cost him his vocal cords, and it took him out of circulation for almost a year. And of course it killed off all his hopes for the trials. That looked like the end of it, except that Kallen was born in border country, between two planetary time zones. He found out his birth was recorded twice, in two different zones. According to one zone he was an hour younger. Still young enough to try again, in this trial. So he applied again, and here he is. “But before the trials began this time, he was very curious to catch up on the results of the last one. He remembered the people who had competed, and he was pretty sure, from his own experiences, who the winners would be. He checked, and sure enough he was right. The top twenty-five had seven people that he remembered. And in the off-planet tests, three of those had finished in the final ten. They had gone through the preliminary rounds with Kallen, and they’d all become pretty good friends.”

Peron and Elissa were listening, but they were both beginning to look a little puzzled. It hardly seemed that Kallen’s tale held any surprises.

Lum had caught the look that passed between them. “Wait a bit longer before you yawn off,” he said. “You’ll find something to keep you awake in a minute. I did. “He tried to get in touch with them, but not one of them had gone back to their home region. According to their families, they were all working in big jobs for the government, and they all sent messages and pictures home. Kallen saw the videos, and it was the same three people he remembered. And the messages replied to questions from their families, so they couldn’t be old videos, stored and sent later. But they never came home themselves, not in four years. They had stayed off-planet. They were out there, somewhere in the Fifty Worlds.” Kallen lifted his hand. “Don’t assume that,” he whispered. “I don’t assume that.”

“Quite right. Let’s just say they might be somewhere in the Cass system. Or they could be even farther away. Anyway, at that point, Kallen got nosy. He checked back to the previous Planetfest, the one before he was involved. With over a billion people on Pentecost, the odds that you’ll know a finalist personally are pretty small. But you know the old idea, we’re only three people away from anybody. You’ll know somebody who’ll know somebody who’ll know the person you want to get to. Kallen starting looking — he’s persistent, I found that out the hard way in the Seventh Trial, when we were both lost in The Maze. And he finally found somebody who had been knocked out in the preliminary trials from the earlier ‘Fest, but who was a friend of a winner. And that winner had never been home since the off-planet trials.”

Lum paused and stared at Peron, who was nodding his head vigorously. “You don’t seem very surprised. Are you telling me you know all this?”

“No. But I had a similar experience. I tried to reach a former winner from our region, and I got the runaround. She was supposed to be off-planet, and unavailable, but she’d be happy to answer written questions. And she did, eventually, and sent a video with it. Kallen, are you suggesting that none of the off-planet winners come back to Pentecost? That doesn’t seem to make much sense. Why would they want to stay away?”

Kallen shrugged.