Between the Strokes of Night

“We don’t have to do anything at all,” he said at last. “Except keep our eyes open and our mouths shut. You see, it’s obvious from what Kallen told you that at some point we will learn the mystery of the off-planet trials. The earlier winners must have been told. So we’ll be told, too, and we’ll find out what happens to the winners after the off-planet contest is over. There’s no suggestion that anything bad happens to us — just that something is going on that the government doesn’t want the public to know. I tend to agree with my father, that in itself is a bad thing. But until we know what it is, we can’t disagree with it. So it’s simple: for the moment we try to define how many of our group of twenty-five we can really trust. And from now on we question everything that we’re told.”

“You think we should even discuss this with others?” Lum stood up. “My preference is to tell no one else at all.”

“We need all the eyes and ears we can find,” said Peron. “We’ll be careful.” They moved as a group to the exit, not speaking again until they were outside the food hall and heading for the Planetfest communication headquarters. Lum and Kallen walked on ahead, leaving Peron and Elissa to stroll side by side through the chilly autumn air. Little Moon had already risen, and off near the horizon the red fire of Cassby threw long, ocher shadows across the deepening twilight.

Elissa stopped and looked up at the sky. It was clear, and the stars were slowly appearing through the dusk.

“We’ll be up there in a few days,” said Peron. He took her arm in his. “We’ll see the Fifty Worlds, and maybe we’ll see The Ship. I’ve dreamed of that since I was four years old.”

“I know. So have I. My aunt doesn’t even believe there is a Ship. She says we’ve been here on Pentecost forever.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing. For someone with that view, logic is irrelevant — she’ll believe what she chooses, regardless of evidence. Her religion says God placed us here on Pentecost, and for her that’s the end of the argument.”

“And you?” Peron was aware that she had moved in very close to him. “What do you think?”

“You know what I think. I’m cursed with a logical mind and a lot of curiosity. That’s why I’m taking a good look. Once we go up there, away from the planet, the sky will all be changed.” She sighed. “When I used to think about going off-planet, back when I was little, it almost seemed the same as going to heaven. I thought that everything would be different there. No controls, no security officers, no guards, everything clear and simple. Now it’s going to be another horrible contest.”

Peron nodded. “That’s why they won’t let us be contestants after we’re twenty years old. To do your best in the ‘Fest, it’s fatal if you question what you’re doing too much. The trials need an uncluttered mind.”

“Which we’ll never have again. We’ve left the cradle, and there’s no going back. Let’s hope we’ll find compensations.” She took his hand and ran her fingertips gently over the palm. “Come on, let’s get the interview over. Then you can take me for that walk — the one you were all ready to ask me about when Lum arrived.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

For most of the journey up, Captain Gilby had harangued them incessantly. He had pointed out the features of the ship, dwelling in detail on the things that could go wrong during the ascent phase; he had told them, again and again, that freefall sickness was all psychological, to the point where they would go to any lengths to vomit in private; and he had asked each of the twenty-five to point out their own region of Pentecost as the orbit carried them over it, sniffing contemptuously at their failures. Recognizing a familiar land area from space turned out to be harder than any of them had anticipated. Cloud cover, haze, and oblique angle changed all the usual elements of identification.

But finally, when the spacecraft was nine thousand kilometers above Pentecost and approaching The Ship, Gilby fell silent. This was a case where he had learned to let the event itself overwhelm the contestants, without his assistance.

The craft that had carried them up from the surface of Pentecost was bigger than anyone had expected. A vessel capable of carrying thirty people did not sound particularly large, even knowing in principle how much capacity was needed for fuel. The reality had rendered them speechless. They would ride to space at the top of a mammoth obelisk, towering twenty stories high above the flat plain of the Talimantor Desert.