Nightmare - A Novel Part 10

"Nothing." Kendi moodily tore another chunk of cinnamon roll off and felt his temper rise again. He was just getting into a conversation with Pitr and these two had to show up and chase him off.

Why do I care? he thought. he thought. I shouldn't. I don't. I shouldn't. I don't.

The h.e.l.l I don't.

"Something wrong?" Jeren asked.

"No."

Dorna and Jeren both gave him an odd look but said nothing. They all three ate in silence for a moment, then Dorna said, "Today you register for cla.s.ses, yeah? Given any thought to what you want to take?"

"I'll end up in basics," Kendi said gloomily. "My scores were so low."

"I want to take s.e.x ed," Jeren said with his mouth full. Dorna beaned him with a hard roll.

A while later Willa and Kite appeared. The five of them finished breakfast and trouped back up to the lobby where Mother Ara was waiting for them. A large bag hung from her shoulder. She took them across several walkways and up two flights of stairs to another building. Kendi was completely lost again. The numbers carved into the front of the registration building read "130452," but there was no street Kendi could see.

"How do they do addresses around here?" he asked, pointing to the numbers.

"By feet above ground level," Mother Ara said. "Everyone on the lowest level has an address starting with the numbers one-zero-zero because the lowest you can build is one hundred meters above the forest floor. The next level up is one-zero-two, and so on right up to three hundred for the people way up at the top. The next two numbers indicate what section you're in-forty-five in this case-and the last number or numbers indicate what order the building went up in. So the registration office is 130 meters above the ground in sector 45 and it was the second building built at that level in this sector."

"Makes perfect sense," Jeren muttered.

Mother Ara laughed. "If you need directions to someplace, ask the dorm computer to download them into your data pad."

"Don'thaveone," Kite said.

"That's why I stopped at requisitions before picking you all up." Mother Ara reached into her bag and handed each new student a data pad the size of a small book. "This belongs to you, even if you leave the Children. If you lose it, you have to buy a new one yourself or charge one against your future earnings. Upgrades are every two years or so, and those are free."

The computers gave them all something to do in the waiting area while they were waiting to talk with the registration counselor. Holographic screens were new to Kendi, and fun, but he wasn't sure he'd ever figure out everything his little pad could do.

"That's why you'll take a course in basic computers," said Brother Strauts when he had called up the course requirements for Kendi. They were in his tiny cubicle of an office. Strauts was a portly man with a fringe of gray hair and equally gray eyes that looked out above a quivering pile of chins. His robe was brown and the ring on his finger was yellow amber. The course list on his holographic display looked depressingly long, but Brother Strauts a.s.sured Kendi that he wasn't expected to do it all at once. "This is for the long haul, son. And one day you'll look back on this and wonder where all the time went."

Right, Kendi thought. That's what adults always say. That's what adults always say.

"Now this part here," Brother Strauts continued, pointing at one part of the display, "says you're supposed to start flying lessons this morning."

Kendi bolted upright. "You mean today?"

"That's what it says. Tos.h.i.+ will be your instructor. And it also says someone's already put in to be your one-on-one."

"One-on-one?" Kendi echoed.

Strauts nodded, setting his chins to quivering again. "Everyone gets individual tutoring on meditation and entering the Dream. It's a very intense kind of thing, and it doesn't work very well in groups."

"So who's my one-on-one?" Kendi asked curiously. The only person he'd really interacted much with here was- "Mother Araceil Rymar."

Kendi wasn't sure how to react, so he didn't. Instead Brother Strauts finished registering him for a varied array of cla.s.ses-history, language studies, beginning flight, basic science, mathematics, self defense, and Silent ethics. When they were finished, he found Mother Ara out in the lobby, where Kite and Jeren had figured out how to link their data pads together so they could play a game. A pair of holographic monsters wrestled in mid-air between them while Willa and Doran conversed on a nearby couch.

"You're my one-on-one teacher?" Kendi blurted.

Mother Ara nodded. "I haven't had a one-on-one student in a while, and I thought we'd be a good match." She hesitated. "If you don't think it would work-"

"No," Kendi said quickly. "I'd like it, I think. Thanks. And thanks for the jacket. It's great. I was going to wear it today, but it ...I think it's going to be too warm."

"You're welcome," Mother Ara said. "I wanted you to have it."

That hadn't been nearly as awkward as Kendi had thought it would be. And Ara had chosen him for her student. That made him feel special for the first time in a long time.

Jeren's monster tore the head off Kite's monster. Kite made a sound of disgust. Jeren's green eyes filled with glee. "Wanna try that again?"

"I think we have other things to do," Ara said. "Dorna, would you show Kendi to the ultralight landing strip? I'll take the others."

Dorna agreed, and a fresh surge of excitement waved through Kendi. He was going to learn to fly! Already he imagined himself at the helm of a stars.h.i.+p, dipping and weaving through an asteroid field, dodging enemy fire.

Blowing up slavers.

A grim smile slid over his face as he and Dorna headed off, their feet clumping up and down more wooden walkways. The monastery was fully awake and active now. The stars.h.i.+p daydream faded in the full sunlight, and Kendi became slowly aware of the number of Ched-Balaar around him and Dorna. He found it hard not to stare at them.

"It's all right too look," Dorna said. Her voice was oddly soft, barely audible.

"Look?" Kendi asked, faintly embarra.s.sed at being caught.

"At the Ched-Balaar. They don't think staring is rude. They think humans are strange because we don't don't look at other people." look at other people."

Oh. So Kendi stared. There was definite grace and power among the Ched-Balaar, and they were so dissimilar from anything Kendi had ever seen. His mind kept wanting to categorize them as horses or cows or even giant dogs, but they moved so differently and made such odd sounds that they continued to attract his eye. One of them ducked its head in greeting as they pa.s.sed, and Kendi barely remembered to press his fingertips to the middle of his forehead as Dorna did.

"You'll get used to them," Dorna said, still in her soft voice. Kendi wondered if something were wrong with her. "I stared a lot when I first got here, but now seeing them and the other non-human Children is nothing strange at all."

"If you say so," Kendi replied. "Is that tooth-chattering and hooting really language?"

"Oh yes. I don't understand it well, but I'm learning. Buck and Lucinda know it better than I do."

"Buck and Lucinda?"

"Friends of mine. Here's the staircase. We have to go down almost to the ground for this."

The wide stairs wound downward around the talltree. As they descended, Kendi's earlier excitement returned. He was actually going to fly fly. He hadn't realized how much this actually appealed to him until the opportunity came up. After all, poor kids growing up on the streets of Sydney and mucker slaves working on a frog farm don't think of themselves as having the chance to become pilots. But that had all changed now.

The landing strip turned out to be a fallen talltree. The stairs came down at the middle of the trunk, which was so big it formed a nearly flat surface. The bark had been sanded off and wide platforms had been added to either side. At one end, the roots of the monstrous tree made a tangle that reached two or three stories above the trunk. A small hangar had been built there. At the other end, the branches had been cut off, leaving a long, smooth expanse of trunk that made a perfect runway for small aircraft. The fallen tree left open a stripe in the canopy, one that would easily let a small aircraft slip unhindered into the sky.

One of the side platforms was occupied by a pair of ultralight aircraft. They looked to Kendi like rec.u.mbent bicycles with a giant mutated umbrella stuck to the top. One umbrella was red, the other was green. A pair of figures was bent over the engine beneath the red one. As Kendi and Dorna approached, one of the figures straightened. He wore black, not brown, and he was several centimeters shorter than Kendi. There was a slight Asian cast to his features.

"Kendi?" he said. "I'm Tos.h.i.+, your flight instructor." He held out his hand. Kendi braced himself and shook it. But there was no jolt. Tos.h.i.+ smiled. "I'm not Silent," he said. "I just work for the monastery."

Before Kendi could reply, a newly-familiar voice said, "Hey, Kendi. Good to see you again. Did you ever finish eating that coffee?"

Kendi's heart jumped. The other person at the ultralight was Pitr Haddis. His hazel eyes were merry with suppressed mirth. Kendi's mouth dried up.

"Pitr," Kendi managed. "Hi. What are you doing here?"

"You know each other?" Tos.h.i.+ said.

"We met at breakfast this morning," Pitr said with a smile. "Kendi spilled my coffee and put enough sugar in his own to put three dentist's kids through college."

Kendi felt his face heat up. Dorna snorted and said, "I have stuff to do, yeah? Don't crash, guy." And she left.

"Pitr's working on his instructor's license," Tos.h.i.+ explained. "He needs practice teaching, so he's going to be your main instructor. I'm going to watch and step in if he flounders. That all right with you?"

Kendi swallowed. "Sure," he managed. "No problem." I think I'm going to need lots of help with my homework I think I'm going to need lots of help with my homework.

Pitr slapped Kendi on the back. "Then let's get started."

"Am I going to fly today?" Kendi asked.

"Yep."

Kendi blinked. "No book-work first? No lectures?"

"We'll get to that," Pitr said. "But with these babies, the best way to learn to fly them is to use them. They're fitted with grav units which we can control from the ground, so if you get into trouble, the computer-or one of us-will just take over and get you down safely. You can't crash." He patted one of the struts.

"How will this teach me to pilot a stars.h.i.+p?"

"You need to learn to walk before you learn to fly, so to speak," Pitr told him. "You have to know how to deal with atmosphere under your wings, and this is a good way to begin. After this we'll do airplanes and small shuttles. Before you know it, you'll be hitting the slips.h.i.+ps, don't you worry. Ready to start?"

Despite Pitr's earlier promise, there was was a fair amount of lecture on safety procedures, flight control, takeoff, landing, and engine function. Kendi hung on every word, acutely aware of Pitr's presence, how he moved, how he spoke, his gentle manner, his strong face. The time flew by until Kendi found himself sitting in the ultralight's c.o.c.kpit. The c.o.c.kpit and the engine were both open to the air, and Kendi felt a little exposed. His heart began to pound, and he couldn't tell if it was from excitement or from the way Pitr was bending over him to check the straps and Kendi's helmet. a fair amount of lecture on safety procedures, flight control, takeoff, landing, and engine function. Kendi hung on every word, acutely aware of Pitr's presence, how he moved, how he spoke, his gentle manner, his strong face. The time flew by until Kendi found himself sitting in the ultralight's c.o.c.kpit. The c.o.c.kpit and the engine were both open to the air, and Kendi felt a little exposed. His heart began to pound, and he couldn't tell if it was from excitement or from the way Pitr was bending over him to check the straps and Kendi's helmet.

"We're good to go," said Pitr, who wore a helmet of his own.

"Don't we need earplugs?" Kendi asked. "I've heard these things get pretty loud."

Pitr looked mystified. "No-they're pretty quiet, unless something's wrong with the engine."

"They used to be loud," Tos.h.i.+ said, speaking up for the first time since the lesson began. "But that was a long time ago."

Kendi flushed, feeling like a backwoods hick. I'm only nine hundred years out of date I'm only nine hundred years out of date, he thought. All life-Pitr must think I'm stupid All life-Pitr must think I'm stupid.

If that was the case, Pitr's face didn't show it. "I'll go up first so you can watch me take off," he said. "I'll also stay alongside you once you get airborne. Tos.h.i.+ will stay on the ground with the safety computer, okay?"

Kendi nodded. A few moments later, the engine on Pitr's ultralight came to light with a gentle purr, not the rusty chainsaw sound Kendi had been expecting. Pitr gave Kendi a thumbs-up, and his vehicle wheeled out onto the runway. The pitch of the motor increased. Pitr's ultralight moved forward, picked up speed, and left the runway. It disappeared into the sky, becoming a red dot against fluffy white clouds.

"Your turn," Tos.h.i.+ said.

Kendi carefully guided the green ultralight forward as Pitr had taught him, then swallowed and punched up the power. The ultralight sped up, and Kendi could feel it start to lift. The wheels left the runway, dropped back onto it, then left it again. He was doing it! It was really happening!

"Pull up," came Pitr's voice over the helmet radio. "You only have so much runway."

Kendi obeyed. His stomach dropped and leaves rushed past him in a green blur as the ultralight sailed up into the air. Ecstacy swelled in Kendi's chest as he gained alt.i.tude, felt nothing but the bright and flowing wind around him. He glanced down and had the strange sensation of seeing emerald leaves far beneath his feet. Behind, the runway made a long rectangular scar in the forest canopy. The ultralight motor was quiet as a whisper, and suddenly he knew how a falcon must feel as it glided gently on the wind.

"Doing great," Pitr said over the radio, and the red ultralight dropped down next Kendi's green one. Kendi flashed Pitr a thumbs-up, then clutched at his controls as the ultralight suddenly bounced and jolted.

"You're okay," Pitr said. "Just a little downdraft. It'll clear. Okay, let's try a few basic maneuvers."

Pitr had Kendi bank left and right, gain and lose alt.i.tude, and fly in a steady circle. Every moment was exhilarating. Kendi's movements quickly gained a deft confidence and he began to feel as if the ultralight's wings were an extension of his own body. The ultralight wasn't holding him up-he himself was flying. And it was glorious.

All too soon, Pitr said, "Okay, it's time to go back in. You remember what I said about landing?"

Kendi nodded, then remembered the gesture was useless over a radio. "I remember," he said aloud.

"Great. Watch me first, then I'll coach you in."

The red ultralight, easily visible against the green foliage, coasted smoothly into the long scar that made up the runway. Kendi circled the area once, then headed around to line himself up with the tree. His was only a little nervous-the ultralight responded to his slightest wish. He was just starting his descent when the ultralight jerked sideways. A strange scream hit him like a slap. Kendi yelped and tried to regain control. Frantically he yanked hard on the control stick, trying to gain more alt.i.tude. Kendi looked around in a panic, then sucked in his breath. A big creature with leathery wings, a long beak, and wicked talons was right behind him. The beak, as thick as Kendi's arm, opened and again the strange scream tore through the sky. Kendi's stomach turned cold.

"Kendi!" came Pitr's voice. "Are you all right?"

"What the h.e.l.l is that?" Kendi yelled.

"Dinosaur." Pitr's voice was full of forced calm. "Shouldn't be here. The pheromones-h.e.l.l, we have to get you down."

The thing screamed again, its long wings flapping hard. Kendi gave the throttle more power and the ultralight jerked forward, though it didn't handle as well as it should have. A quick glance upward told Kendi one of the overhead wings had been torn. He swore. The creature flapped its wings, easily catching up and gaining alt.i.tude at the same time. Kendi could almost feel its beak and talons reaching down to rend and tear at the cloth wings. He yanked the control stick sideways and banked. The creature missed. Kendi's heart was pounding so fast he was afraid it would shatter inside his chest. He wished with every fiber of his being that he were down on the safe, solid ground with Pitr and Tos.h.i.+.

"Kendi," Tos.h.i.+ said, "we're going to take control of the ultralight and bring you down. Release the controls."

Another scream followed by a shudder. The creature's talons ripped through the wing and tore out a great chunk of cloth. The ultralight yawed sideways despite Kendi's desperate attempts to right it. Another scream. The beak punched through the cloth and a white pain speared Kendi's right shoulder. He looked up and saw one of the creature's glittering black eyes peering down at him. It was gripping the ultralight canopy in its talons. The beak punched downward again. Kendi braced himself for more pain, but none came as the creature hit something behind Kendi's seat instead. Sparks snapped and the dinosaur shrieked in pain, though it didn't release the ultralight.

"Dammit!" Pitr said. "Kendi, that thing hit the remote receiver. I can't control anything from down here."

Kendi's heart leaped into his throat. He yanked the stick sideways in a desperate attempt to get the animal to let go. The ultralight shuddered and dropped several meters. Hot blood ran down Kendi's shoulder and his back. Another shriek and the creature's beak poked down at Kendi a third time. Acting on pure instinct, Kendi twisted sideways in his seat. The beak slashed down next to him and without stopping to think, Kendi grabbed it and held fast. The creature tried to pull back up, but before it could fully react, Kendi punched it twice straight in the eye.

The creature yanked its beak out of the ultralight. With a scream of pain, it flew unsteadily away. Kendi's knuckles stung. The ultralight tilted downward, and Kendi realized that the animal's wings had been helping hold the damaged ultralight aloft. He was losing alt.i.tude.

"Kendi, are you all right?" Pitr demanded. "I'm taking off right now. Hold on!"

Kendi gritted his teeth, unable to spare the energy to answer. His shoulder was afire with white pain as he smacked the control that would activate the grav unit. Nothing happened. The ultralight was perhaps thirty meters from the treetops and closing. Kendi's mind raced. Either the entire unit was shot and he was dead, or just the controls had been shorted out. Logic said there had to be a manual activation control on the anti-grav unit itself, but where was the unit?

Behind his seat. Had to be-that was where the creature had hit when things started going wrong. The treetops were less than fifteen meters away. Kendi released his restraining harness and, ignoring the screech of agony in his shoulder, twisted around in his seat. The unit was there, a small gray box clearly labeled and clearly dented. The ultralight tilted further forward and the trees were rus.h.i.+ng up to meet it. Kendi tried not to think about what would happen when his ultralight slammed into the branches. A big red b.u.t.ton winked above a sign that said Emergency Emergency. Kendi slapped it. Leaves and branches crunched the front of the ultralight. Kendi shut his eyes.

Abruptly he was jolted downward. With a yelp he managed to grab the back of his seat with his good arm. His feet found purchase on the control panel. He hung there, panting. It took him a moment to understand that he was no longer falling. The ultralight, tilted at a forty-five degree angle, was hovering with its nose nestled among the uppermost leaves of a talltree.

Air brakes? Kendi thought wildly.

"Kendi, are you all right?" Pitr demanded.

Kendi started to answer but all that came out was a squeak. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Yes and no," he said. "I managed to activate the anti-grav, but that thing stabbed my shoulder and I'm stuck here. If the control panel can't hold my weight, I'm in for a long drop."

"I'm almost there," Pitr said. "Just hold on."

Kendi glanced down at the branches and leaves beneath his feet. "I have a choice?"