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Is that our death warrant? Twisp wondered. Will we be silenced permanently? He decided on a bold attack.
“If we do not return to the foil, they will broadcast that accusation and Bushka’s statement confirming it.”
“Bushka?” Gallow’s eyes showed both shock and glee. “Do you mean Bushka, the Islander who stole our sub?” Gallow smiled at Nakano. “Do you hear that? They know where to find the sub thief.”
Nakano did not change expression.
Gallow glanced at the chrono beside his communications terminal. “Well, well! It’s almost time for the midday meal. Fisherman Twisp, why don’t you stay here with the Chief Justice? I’ll have food sent in. Nakano and I will dine together and consult on possible compromises. You and the Chief Justice can do the same.”
Gallow moved to Nakano’s side. “Come, old friend,” Gallow said. “I didn’t save your life to provide myself with an opponent.”
Nakano glanced at Twisp, the thought plain on the big face. Why did you save my life?
Twisp chose to answer the unspoken question. “You know why.” And he thought: I saved you simply because you were in danger. Nakano already knew this.
Nakano resisted the pressure on his arm.
“Do not quarrel with me, old friend,” Gallow said. “Both of us will go to the kelp in time, but it’s too soon. There’s much yet for us to do.”
Slowly, Nakano allowed himself to be guided from the room.
His muscles trembling so hard that his great head shook with visible tremors, Keel lifted his attention to Twisp. “We do not have much time,” Keel said. “Clear that table at the end of the room and help me to stretch out on it.”
Moving quickly, Twisp swept the objects off the table, then returned to Keel. Slipping his long arms under the Chairman, Twisp lifted the old body, shocked at how light the man was. Keel was nothing but thin bones in a loose sack of skin. Gently, Twisp carried the Chairman across the room and eased him onto the table.
Weakly, Keel fumbled with the harness of his prosthesis. “Help me get this damned thing off,” he gasped.
Twisp unbuckled the harness and slipped the prosthesis away from Keel’s back and shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
Keel sighed with relief. “I prefer to leave this world more or less as I came into it,” he grated, every word draining him. “No, don’t object. Both of us know I’m dying.”
“Sir, isn’t there anything I can do to help you?”
“You’ve already done it. I was afraid I’d have to die in the midst of strangers.”
“Surely, we can do something to …”
“Really, there’s nothing. The best doctors on Vashon have conveyed to me the verdict of that higher Committee on Vital Forms. No … you are the perfect person for this moment … not so close to me that you’ll become maudlin, yet close enough that I know you care.”
“Sir … anything I can do … anything …”
“Use your own superb good sense in dealing with Gallow. You’ve already seen that Nakano can be turned against him.”
“Yes, I saw that.”
“There is one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t let them give me to the kelp. I don’t want that. Life should have a body of its own, even such a poor body as this one I’m about to leave.”
“I’ll—” Twisp broke off. Honesty forced him to remain silent. What could he do?
Keel sensed this confusion. “You will do what you can,” he said. “I know that. And if you fail, I am not your judge.”
Tears filled Twisp’s eyes. “Anything I can do … I’ll do.”
“Don’t be too hard on the C/P,” Keel whispered.
“What?” Twisp bent close to the Chairman’s lips.
Keel repeated it, adding: “Simone is a sensitive and bitter woman and—and you’ve seen Gallow. Imagine how attractive he would seem to her.”
“I understand,” Twisp said.
“I’m filled with joy that the Islands can produce such good men,” Keel said. “I am ready to be judged.”
Twisp wiped at his eyes, still bending close to hear the Chairman’s last words. When Keel did not continue, Twisp became aware that there was no sound of breathing from the supine figure. Twisp put a hand to the artery at Keel’s neck. No pulse. He straightened.
What can I do?
Was there anything combustible here to burn the old body and prevent the Mermen from consigning Keel to the sea? He looked all around the room. Nothing. Twisp stared helplessly at the body on the table.
“Is he dead?” It was Nakano speaking from the hatchway. Twisp turned to find the big Merman standing just inside the room.
The tears on Twisp’s face were sufficient answer. “He’s not to be given to the kelp,” Twisp said.
“Friend Twisp, he died but he need not be dead,” Nakano said. “You can meet him again in Avata.”
Twisp clenched his fists, his long arms trembling. “No! He asked me to prevent that!”
“But it’s not up to us,” Nakano said. “If he was a deserving man, Avata will wish to accept him.”
Twisp jumped to the side of the table and stood with his back to it. “Let me take him to Avata,” Nakano said. He moved toward Twisp.
As Nakano came within range of those long arms, Twisp shot out a net-calloused fist, leaning his shoulder behind it. The blow struck with blinding speed on the side of Nakano’s jaw. Nakano’s heavily muscled neck absorbed most of the shock but his eyes glazed. Before he could recover, Twisp leaped forward and wrenched one of Nakano’s arms backward, intending to throw the man to the deck.
Nakano recovered enough to tense his muscles and prevent this. He turned slowly against Twisp’s pressure, moving like a great pillar of kelp.
Abruptly, the guards swarmed into the room. Other hands grabbed Twisp and jerked him aside, pinning him to the deck.
“Don’t hurt him!” Nakano shouted. The pressures on Twisp eased but did not leave.
Nakano stood over Twisp, a sad look on the big face, a touch of blood at the corner of his mouth.
“Please, friend Twisp, I mean you no harm. I mean only to honor the Chief Justice and Chairman of the Committee on Vital Forms, a man who has served us so well for so long.”
One of the guards pinning Twisp down snickered.
Immediately, Nakano grasped the man by a shoulder and lifted him like a sack of fishmeal, hurling him aside.
“These Islanders you sneer at are as dear to Avata as any of us!” Nakano bellowed. “Any among you who forgets this will answer to me!”
The abused guard stood with his back to a bulkhead, his face contorted with fear.
Indicating Twisp with one thick finger, Nakano said: “Hold him but let him up.” Nakano went to the table and lifted Keel’s body gently in his arms. He turned and strode past the guards, pausing at the hatchway. “When I have gone, take the fisherman to our leader. GeLaar Gallow is topside and has things to say.” Nakano looked thoughtfully at Twisp. “He needs your help to get the hyb tanks—they’re on their way dow
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Chapter 44
Hybernation is to hibernation as death is to sleep. Closer to death than it is to life, hybernation can be lifted only by the grace of Ship.
—the Histories
While Brett held Bushka down, Ale tied off the stump of Bushka’s left arm with a length of dive harness. Bushka lay just inside the main hatch, the sea surface visible through the plaz port behind him. Big Sun, just entering its afternoon quadrant, painted oily coils across the kelp fronds out there, now bright and now dulled as clouds scudded overhead.
A moan escaped Bushka.
The foil rolled gently in a low sea. Ale braced herself against a bulkhead while she worked.
“There,” she said as she tied off the dive harness. Blood smeared the deck around them and their dive suits were red with it.
Ale turned and shouted up the passage behind Brett. “Shadow! Do you have that cot ready?”
“I’m bringing it!”
Brett took a deep breath and looked out the plaz at the quiescent kelp—so harmless-looking, so tranquil. The horizon was an absurd pinkish gray where Little Sun would soon lift into view, joining its giant companion.
It had been a hellish half hour.
Bushka, meandering aimlessly around the pilot cabin, had lulled them into a sense of security by his casual movements. Abruptly, he had dashed down the passageway and hit the manual override on the main hatch. Water had come blasting in at the high pressure of their depth—almost thirty-five meters down. Bushka had been prepared. Standing to one side of the blasting water, he had grabbed an emergency tank-breather outfit stored beside the hatch, slipping swiftly into the harness.
Brett and Panille, running after him, had been spilled and tumbled in the wash of water boiling down the passage. Only Scudi’s alertness in sealing off a section between them and the open hatch had saved the foil and its occupants.
Bushka had kicked easily out into the kelp-jungle where the foil lay on bottom.
Scudi, faced with tons of water in the foil, had blown tanks and started the pumps, shouting for Kareen to help Brett and Shadow. The foil had lifted slowly, floating upward through the massed kelp.
Brett and Panille, splashing their way back into the cabin, had accepted a hand from Kareen. Scudi, seated at the controls, spared a glance for Brett to reassure herself that he was safe, then returned her attention to the watery world visible through the plaz.
