Green Mars Part 40

"I know."

They flew southward again, past the b.u.mp of Hecates Tholus on the northern end of the Elysium ma.s.sif, to the South Fossa s.p.a.ceport. Their flight had taken twelve hours, but they had gone west through nine time zones, and crossed the date line at 180 longitude, so it was midday Sunday when their airport bus drove to the rim of South Fossa, and through the roof lock.

South Fossa and the other Elysium towns, Hephaestus and Elysium Fossa, had all come out for Free Mars in a big way. They made a kind of geographical unit; a southern arm of the Vast.i.tas ice now ran between the Elysium ma.s.sif and the Great Escarpment, and though the ice had already been spanned by pistes on pontoon bridges, Elysium was in the process of becoming an island continent. In all three of its big towns crowds had poured into the streets, and occupied the city offices and the physical plants. Without the threat of attacks from orbit to back them up, the few Transitional Authority police in the towns had either changed into civilian clothes and melted into the crowds, or else gotten on the train to Burroughs. Elysium was uncontestedly part of Free Mars.

Down at the Mangalavid offices Nadia and Sax found that a large armed group of rebels had taken over the station, and were now busy churning out twenty-four and a half hours a day of video reports on all four channels, all sympathetic to the revolt, with long interviews from people in all the independent towns and stations. The timeslip was going to be devoted to a montage of the previous day's events.

Some outlying mining stations in Elysium's radial cracks, and in the Phlegra Montes, were purely metanat operations, mostly Amexx and Subaras.h.i.+. These were staffed largely by new emigrants who had holed up in their camps, and either gone silent or else started to threaten anyone who tried to bother them; some even declared their intention to retake the planet, or hold out until reinforcements from Earth arrived. "Ignore them," Nadia advised. "Avoid them and ignore them. Jam their communications systems if you can, and leave them alone."

Reports from elsewhere on Mars were more promising. Senzeni Na was in the hands of people who called themselves Booneans, though they were not a.s.sociated with Jackie- they were issei, nisei, sansei, and yonsei, who had immediately named their mohole John Boone, and declared Thaumasia a "Dorsa Brevia Peaceful Neutral Place." Korolyov, now a small mining town only, had revolted almost as violently as in '61, and its citizens, many of them descendants of the old prison population, had renamed the town Sergei Pavlovich Korolyov, and declared it an undoc.u.mented anarchist free zone; the old prison compounds were to be converted into a giant bazaar and communal living s.p.a.ce, with a particular welcome made to refugees from Earth. Nicosia was likewise a free city. Cairo was under the control of Amexx security. Odessa and the rest of the h.e.l.las Basin towns were still holding firm for independence, although the circ.u.mh.e.l.las piste had been cut in some places. The maglev train system was bad that way; the magnetic systems had to be operating for the pistes to function and the trains to move, and these systems were easy to break. For that reason many trains were running empty or were canceled, as people took to rovers or planes to make sure they didn't get stranded in the outback somewhere, in vehicles that didn't even have wheels.

Nadia and Sax spent the rest of Sunday monitoring developments and making suggestions, if asked, about problem situations. In general it seemed to Nadia that things were going well. But on Monday, bad news came in from Sabis.h.i.+. The UNTA expeditionary force had arrived there from the southern highlands, and retaken the surface portion of the city after a bitter all-night fight with the Red guerrillas in control of the city. The Reds and the original Sabis.h.i.+ans had retreated into the mound maze or the outlying shelters, and the prospect of continued b.l.o.o.d.y fighting in the maze was clear. Art predicted that the security force would be unable to penetrate the maze, and so would be forced to abandon Sabis.h.i.+, and train or fly up to Burroughs, to consolidate with the forces already there. But there was no way to be sure; and poor Sabis.h.i.+ was sadly battered by the a.s.sault, and back in security's hands.

Monday evening at dusk Nadia went out with Sax to get something to eat. South Fossa's canyon floor was thick with mature trees, the giant sequoias standing over an understory of pines and junipers and, in the lower stretch of the canyon, aspens and canyon oaks. As they walked down the streamside park, Nadia and Sax were introduced by the Mangalavid people to group after group, most of them natives, all of them unfamiliar faces, but all very happy to meet them, it was clear. It was strange to see so many people obviously, visibly happy; in normal life, Nadia realized, one simply didn't see it- smiles everywhere, strangers talking to each other... there was more than one way for things to go when a social order disappeared. Anarchy and chaos, definitely all too possible; but also communion.

They ate in an outdoor restaurant by the central stream, and then returned to the Mangalavid offices. Nadia got back in front of her screen, and went to work talking to as many organizing committees as she could reach. She felt like Frank in '61, working the phones in frantic overdrive; only now they were in communication with all of Mars, and she had the distinct impression that while she was not by any means in control, she at least had a good sense of what was going on. And that was gold, that was. The iron walnut in her stomach began to s.h.i.+ft to something more like wood.

After a couple of hours, she began to fall asleep in the seconds between one call and the next; it was the middle of the night back in Underhill and Shalbatana, and she hadn't slept much since the call from Sax about Antarctica. That meant four or five days without sleep- no, wait- she figured it out- three days. Though it already felt like two weeks.

She had just lain down on a couch when there was an outcry, and everyone ran into the hall, then out onto the stone-flagged plaza surrounding the Mangalavid offices. Nadia stumbled blearily after Sax, who grabbed her by the arm and helped her keep her balance.

Apparently there was a hole in the roof tent. People pointed, but Nadia couldn't make it out. "This is where we're better off," Sax said with a satisfied little purse of the mouth. "The pressure under the roof is only a hundred and fifty millibars higher than the pressure outside."

"So roofs don't pop like p.r.i.c.ked balloons," Nadia said, remembering with a shudder some of the domed craters of '61.

"And even though some outside air is getting in, it's mostly oxygen and nitrogen. Still too much CO2, but not so much that we're all poisoned instantly."

"But if the hole were bigger," Nadia said.

"True."

She shook her head. "We need to secure the whole planet, to really be safe."

"True."

Nadia went back inside, yawning. She sat at her screen again, and began watching the four Mangalavid channels, switching among them rapidly. Most of the big cities were either openly for independence or in various kinds of stalemate, with security in control of the physical plants but nothing happening, and much of the population in the streets, waiting to see what would happen next. There were a number of company towns and camps that were still supporting their metanats, but in the case of Bradbury Point and Huo Hsing Vallis, neighboring towns up on the Great Escarpment, their parent metanats Amexx and Mahjari had been fighting each other on Earth. What effect that would have on these northern towns wasn't clear, but Nadia was sure it did not help them to sort out their situation.

There were several important towns still in the grasp of Subaras.h.i.+ and Amexx, and these were serving as magnets for isolated metanat and UNTA security units. Burroughs was obviously chief among these, but it was true also of Cairo, La.s.switz, Sudbury, and Sheffield. In the south, the sanctuaries that had not been abandoned or destroyed by the expeditionary force were coming out of hiding, and Vishniac Bogdanov was building a surface tent over the old robot vehicle parking complex next to its mohole. So the south would no doubt return to its status as a resistance stronghold, for what that was worth; Nadia didn't think it was worth much. And the northern polar cap was in such environmental disarray that it almost didn't matter who held it- with most of its ice draining down into Vast.i.tas, but the polar plateau covered by new snow every winter, it was the most inhospitable region on Mars, and there were almost no permanent settlements left up there.

So the contested zone was basically the temperate and equatorial lat.i.tudes, the band around the planet bordered by the Vast.i.tas ice to the north, and the two great basins to the south. And orbital s.p.a.ce, of course; but Sax's a.s.sault on metanat orbital objects had apparently been a success, and his removal of Deimos from the vicinity was now looking like a happy stroke indeed. The elevator, however, was still in metanat hands. And reinforcements from Earth were due any time. And Sax's team in Da Vinci had apparently used up most of their weaponry in the initial attack.

As for the soletta and the annular mirror, they were so big and fragile that they were impossible to defend; if someone wanted to wreck them, they probably could. But Nadia did not see the reason for it. If it happened, she would immediately suspect Reds on their own side of doing it. And if they did- well, everyone could get by without that extra light, as they had before. She would have to ask Sax what he thought about that. And talk to Ann about it, see what her position was. Or maybe it was better not to put ideas in her head. She would have to see how it went. Now what else...

She fell asleep with her head on the screen. When she woke again she was on the couch, ravenous, and Sax was reading her screen. "It's looking bad in Sabis.h.i.+," he said when he saw her struggling up. She went to the bathroom, and when she came back she looked over his shoulder and read as he talked. "Security couldn't deal with the maze. So they've left for Burroughs. But look." He had two images on-screen- on top, one of Sabis.h.i.+, burning as ferociously as Kasei Vallis had; on bottom, troops flooding into the train station in Burroughs, wearing light body armor and carrying automatic weapons, their fists punching the air. Burroughs was filled with groups of these security forces, it seemed, and they had taken over Branch Mesa and Double Decker b.u.t.te for their residential quarters. So along with the UNTA troops in the city, there were now security teams from both Subaras.h.i.+ and Mahjari- in fact all the big metanats were represented, which caused Nadia to wonder about what was really going on between them on Earth- whether they hadn't come to some sort of agreement or alliance, as a result of the crisis. She called up Art in Burroughs, to ask him what he thought.

"Maybe these Martian units are so cut off that they're making their own peace," he said. "They might be completely on their own."

"But if we're still in contact with Praxis..."

"Yeah, but we surprised them. They weren't aware of the extent of sympathy for the resistance, and so we got the drop on them. Maya's strategy of lying low paid off in that sense. No, these teams could very well be on their own right now. In which case we could consider Mars to be independent already, and in the midst of a civil war over who has control here. I mean, if those people in Burroughs call us up and say okay, Mars is a world, it's big enough for more than one kind of government, you have yours, and we have Burroughs, don't try to take ours away from us- what are we going to say?"

"I don't think anyone in metanat security is thinking that big," Nadia said. "It's only been three days since things fell apart on them." She pointed to the TV screen. "See, look, there's Derek Hastings, head of the Transitional Authority. He was head of Mission Control in Houston when we flew out, and he's dangerous- smart, and very stubborn. He'll just hold on until those reinforcements land."

"So what do you think we should do?"

"I don't know."

"Can we just leave Burroughs alone?"

"I don't think so. We'd be much better off if we came out from behind the sun with a completed takeover. If there are beleaguered Terran troops, holding out heroically in Burroughs, they're almost sure to come out and save them. Call it a rescue mission and then go for the whole planet."

"It won't be easy to take Burroughs, with all those troops in it."

"I know."

Sax had been asleep on another couch across the room, and now he opened one eye. "The Reds are talking about flooding it."

"What?"

"It's below the level of the Vast.i.tas ice. And there's water under the ice. Without the dike-"

"No," Nadia said. "There's two hundred thousand people in Burroughs, and only a few thousand security troops. What are the people supposed to do? You can't evacuate that many people. It's crazy. It's sixty-one all over again." The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. "What can they be thinking?"

"Maybe it's just a threat," Art said over the screen.

"Threats don't work unless the people you're threatening believe you'll carry them out."

"Maybe they will believe it."

Nadia shook her head. "Hasting's not that stupid. h.e.l.l, he could evacuate his troops by way of the s.p.a.ceport, and let the population drown! And then we become monsters, and Earth would be more certain than ever to come after us! No!"

She got up and went looking for some breakfast; then discovered, looking at the row of pastries in the kitchen, that her appet.i.te was gone. She took a cup of coffee and went back to the office, watching her hands shake.

In 2061 Arkady had been faced with a splinter group, which had sent a small asteroid on a collision course with the Earth. It was meant to be a threat only. But the asteroid had been blown apart, in the biggest human-created explosion in history. And after that the war on Mars had suddenly become deadly in a way that it hadn't been before. And Arkady had been helpless to stop it.

And it could happen again.

She walked back into the office. "We have to go to Burroughs," she said to Sax.

Revolution suspends habit as well as law. But just as nature abhors a vacuum, people abhor anarchy.

So habits made their first incursions into the new terrain, like bacteria into rock, followed by procedures, protocols, a whole fell-field of social discourse, on its way to the climax forest of law.... Nadia saw that people (some people) were indeed coming to her to resolve arguments, deferring to her judgment. She might not have been in control, but she was as close to control as they had: the universal solvent, as Art called her, or General Nadia, as Maya said nastily over the wrist. Which only made Nadia shudder, as Maya knew it would. Nadia preferred something she had heard Sax say over the wrist to his faithful gang of techs, all young Saxes in the making: "Nadia is the designated arbitrator, talk to her about it." Thus the power of names; arbitrator rather than general. In charge of negotiating what Art was calling the "phase change." She had heard him use the term in the midst of a long interview on Mangalavid, with that deadpan expression of his that made it very hard to tell if he was joking or not: "Oh I don't think it's really a revolution we're seeing, no. It's a perfectly natural next step here, so it's more a kind of evolutionary or developmental thing, or what in physics they call a phase change."

His subsequent comments indicated to Nadia that he did not in fact know what a phase change was. But she did, and she found the concept intriguing. Vaporization of Terran authority, condensation of local power, the thaw finally come... however you wanted to think about it. Melting occurred when the thermal energy of particles was great enough to overcome the intracrystalline forces that held them in position. So if you considered the metanat order as the crystalline structure.... But then it made a huge difference whether the forces holding it together were interionic or intermolecular; sodium chloride, interionic, melted at 801C; methane, intermolecular, at-183. What kind of forces, then? And how high the temperature?

At this point the a.n.a.logy itself melted. But names were powerful in the human mind, no doubt about it. Phase change, integrated pest management, selective disemployment; she preferred them all to the old deadly notion revolution revolution, and she was glad they were all in circulation, on Mangalavid and on the streets.

But there were some five thousand heavily armed security troops in Burroughs and Sheffield, she reminded herself, who were still thinking of themselves as police facing armed rioters. And that would have to be dealt with by more than semantics.

For the most part, however, things were going better than she had hoped. It was a matter of demographics, in a way; it appeared that almost every single person who had been born on Mars was now in the streets, or occupying city offices, train stations, s.p.a.ce-ports- all of them, to judge by the Mangalavid interviews, completely (and unrealistically, Nadia thought) intolerant of the idea that powers on another planet on another planet should control them in any way whatsoever. That was nearly half the current Martian population, right there. And a good percentage of the old-timers were on their side too, as well as some of the new emigrants. "Call them immigrants," Art advised over the phone. "Or newcomers. Call them settlers or colonialists, depending on whether they're with us or not. That's something Nirgal has been doing, and I think it helps people to think about things." should control them in any way whatsoever. That was nearly half the current Martian population, right there. And a good percentage of the old-timers were on their side too, as well as some of the new emigrants. "Call them immigrants," Art advised over the phone. "Or newcomers. Call them settlers or colonialists, depending on whether they're with us or not. That's something Nirgal has been doing, and I think it helps people to think about things."

On Earth the situation was less clear. The Subaras.h.i.+ metanats were still struggling with the southern metanats, but in the context of the great flood they had become a bitter sideshow. It was hard to tell what Terrans in general thought of the conflict on Mars.

Whatever they thought, a fast shuttle was about to arrive, with reinforcements for security. So resistance groups from all over mobilized to converge on Burroughs. Art did what he could to help this effort from inside Burroughs, locating all the people who had independently thought of coming (it was obvious, after all), telling them their idea was good, and siccing them on people opposed to the plan. He was, Nadia thought, a subtle diplomat- big, mild, unpretentious, una.s.suming, sympathetic, "undiplomatic"- head lowered as he conferred with people, giving them the impression they were the ones driving the process. Indefatigable, really. And very clever. Soon he had a great number of groups coming, including the Reds and the Marsfirst guerrillas, who still appeared to be thinking of their approach as a kind of a.s.sault, or siege. Nadia felt acutely that while the Reds and Marsfirsters she knew- Ivana, Gene, Raul, Kasei- were keeping in touch with her, and agreeing to the use of her as an arbitrator, there were more radical Red and Marsfirst units out there for whom she was irrelevant, or even an obstruction. This made her angry, because she was sure that if Ann was fully supporting her, the more radical elements would come around. She complained bitterly about this to Art, after seeing a Red communique arranging the western half of the "convergence" on Burroughs, and Art went to work and got Ann to answer a call, then gave her over in a link to Nadia.

And there she was again, like one of the furies of the French Revolution, as bleak and grim as ever. Their last exchange, over Sabis.h.i.+, lay heavy between them; the issue had become moot when UNTA retook Sabis.h.i.+ and burned it down, but Ann was obviously still angry, which Nadia found irritating.

Brittle greetings over, their conversation degenerated almost instantly into argument. Ann clearly saw the revolt as a chance to wreck all terraforming efforts and to remove as many cities and people as possible from the planet, by direct a.s.sault if necessary. Frightened by this apocalyptic vision, Nadia argued with her bitterly, then furiously. But Ann had gone off into a world of her own. "I'd be just as happy if Burroughs did get wrecked," she declared coldly.

Nadia gritted her teeth. "If you wreck Burroughs you wreck everything everything. Where are the people inside supposed to go? You'll be no better than a murderer, a ma.s.s murderer. Simon would be ashamed."

Ann scowled. "Power corrupts, I see. Put Sax on, will you? I'm tired of this hysteria."

Nadia switched the call to Sax and walked away. It was not power that corrupted people, but fools who corrupted power. Well, it could be that she had been too quick to anger, too harsh. But she was frightened of that dark place inside Ann, the part that might do anything; and fear corrupted more than power. Combine the two....

Hopefully she had shocked Ann severely enough to squeeze that dark place back into its corner. Bad psychology, as Michel pointed out gently, when Nadia called him in Burroughs to talk about it. A strategy resulting from fear. But she couldn't help it, she was afraid. Revolution meant shattering one structure and creating another one, but shattering was easier than creating, and so the two parts of the act were not necessarily fated to be equally successful. In that sense, building a revolution was like building an arch; until both columns were there, and the keystone in place, practically any disruption could bring the whole thing cras.h.i.+ng down.

So on Wednesday evening, five days after Nadia's call from Sax, about a hundred people left for Burroughs in planes, as the pistes were judged too vulnerable to sabotage. They flew overnight to a rocky landing strip next to a large Bogdanovist refuge in the wall of Du Martheray Crater, which was on the Great Escarpment southeast of Burroughs. They landed at dawn, with the sun rising through mist like a blob of mercury, lighting distant ragged white hills to the north, on the low plain of Isidis: another new ice sea, whose progress south had been stopped only by the arcing line of the dike, curving across the land like a long low earthen dam- which was just what it was.

To get a better view Nadia went up to the top floor of the Du Martheray refuge, where an observation window, disguised as a horizontal crack just under the rim, gave a view down the Great Escarpment to the new dike and the ice pressing against it. For a long time she stared down at the sight, sipping coffee mixed with a dose of kava. To the north was the ice sea, with its cl.u.s.tered seracs and long pressure ridges, and the flat white sheets of giant frozen-topped melt lakes. Directly below her lay the first low hills of the Great Escarpment, dotted with spiky expanses of Acheron cacti, sprawling over the rock like coral reefs. Staircased meadows of black-green tundra moss followed the courses of small frozen streams dropping down the Escarpment; the streams in the distance looked like long algae diatoms, tucked into creases in the redrock.

Burroughs Region [image]

And then in the middle distance, dividing desert from ice, ran the new dike, like a raw brown scar, suturing two separate realities together.

Nadia spent a long time studying it through binoculars. Its southern end was a regolith mound, running up the ap.r.o.n of Crater Wg and ending right at Wg's rim, which was about half a kilometer above the datum, well above the expected sea level. The dike ran northwest from Wg, and from her prospect high on the Escarpment Nadia could see about forty kilometers of it before it disappeared over the horizon, just to the west of Crater Xh. Xh was surrounded by ice almost to its rim, so that its round interior was like an odd red sinkhole. Everywhere else the ice had pressed right up against the dike, for as far as Nadia could see. The desert side of the dike appeared to be some two hundred meters high, although it was difficult to judge, as there was a broad trench underneath the dike. On the other side, the ice bulked quite high, halfway up or more.

The dike was about three hundred meters wide at the top. That much displaced regolith- Nadia whistled respectfully- represented several years of work, by a very large team of robot draglines and ca.n.a.l-diggers. But loose regolith! It seemed to her that huge as the dike was on any human scale, it was still not much to contain an ocean of ice. And ice was the easy part- when it became liquid, the waves and currents would tear regolith away like dirt. And the ice was already melting; immense melt pods were said to lie everywhere underneath the dirty white surface, including directly against the dike, seeping into it.

"Aren't they're going to have to replace that whole mound with concrete?" she said to Sax, who had joined her, and was looking through his own binoculars at the sight.

"Face it," he said. Nadia prepared herself for bad news, but he continued by saying, "Face the dike with a diamond coating. That would last fairly long. Perhaps a few million years."

"Hmm," Nadia said. It was probably true. There would be seepage from below, perhaps. But in any case, whatever the particulars, they would have to maintain the system in perpetuity, and with no room for error, as Burroughs was just 20 kilometers south of the dike, and some 150 meters lower than it. A strange place to end up. Nadia trained her binoculars in the direction of the city, but it lay just over her horizon, about 70 kilometers to the northwest. Of course dikes could be effective; Holland's dikes had held for centuries, protecting millions of people and hundreds of square kilometers, right up until the recent flood- and even now those great dikes were holding, and would be broached first by flanking floods through Germany and Belgium. Certainly dikes could be effective. But it was a strange fate nevertheless.

Nadia pointed her binoculars along the ragged rock of the Great Escarpment. What looked like flowers in the distance were actually ma.s.sive lumps of coral cactus. A stream looked like a staircase made of lily pads. The rough redrock slope made for a very stark, surreal, lovely landscape.... Nadia was pierced by an unexpected paroxysm of fear, that something might go wrong and she might suddenly be killed, prevented from witnessing any more of this world and its evolution. It could happen, a missile might burst out of the violet sky at any moment- this refuge was target practice, if some frightened battery commander out at the Burroughs s.p.a.ceport learned of its presence and decided to deal with the problem preemptively. They could be dead within minutes of such a decision.

But that was life on Mars. They could be dead within minutes of any number of untoward events, as always. She dismissed the thought, and went downstairs with Sax.

She wanted to go into Burroughs and see things, to be on the scene and judge for herself: walk around and observe the citizens of the town, see what they were doing and saying. Late on Thursday she said to Sax, "Let's go in and have a look."

But it seemed to be impossible. "Security is heavy at all the gates," Maya told her over the wrist. "And the trains coming in are checked at the stations very closely. Same with the subway to the s.p.a.ceport. The city is closed. In effect we're hostages."

"We can see what's happening on-screen," Sax pointed out. "It doesn't matter."

Unhappily Nadia agreed. s.h.i.+kata ga nai s.h.i.+kata ga nai, apparently. But she didn't like the situation, which seemed to her to be rapidly approaching a stalemate, at least locally. And she was intensely curious about conditions in Burroughs. "Tell me what it's like," she asked Maya over their phone link.

"Well, they've got control of the infrastructure," Maya said. "Physical plant, gates, and so on. But there aren't enough of them to force people to stay indoors, or go to work of course, or anything else. So they don't seem to know what to do next."

Nadia could understand that, as she too felt at a loss. More security forces were coming into the city every hour, on trains from tent towns they had given up on. These new arrivals joined their fellow troops, and stayed near the physical plant and the city offices, getting around in heavily armed groups, unmolested. They were housed in residential quarters in Branch Mesa, Double Decker b.u.t.te, and Black Syrtis Mesa, and their leaders were meeting more or less continuously at the UNTA headquarters in Table Mountain. But the leaders were issuing no orders.

So things were in an uneasy suspension. The Biotique and Praxis offices in Hunt Mesa were still serving as an information center for all of them, disseminating news from Earth and the rest of the Mars, spreading it through the city on bulletin boards and computer postings. These media, along with Mangalavid and other private channels, meant that everyone was well informed concerning the latest developments. On the great boulevards, and in the parks, some big crowds congregated from time to time, but more often people were scattered in scores of small groups, milling around in a kind of active paralysis, something between a general strike and a hostage crisis. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen next. People seemed in good spirits, many shops and restaurants were still open, and video interviews taped in them were friendly.

Watching them while jamming down a meal, Nadia felt an aching desire to be in there, to talk to people herself. Around ten that night, realizing she was hours from sleep, she called Maya again, and asked her if she would don vidcam gla.s.ses, and go on a walk for her around the city. Maya, just as antsy as Nadia if not more so, was happy to oblige.

Soon Maya was out of the safe house, wearing vidspecs and transmitting images of what she looked at to Nadia, who sat apprehensively in a chair before a screen, in the Du Martheray refuge common room. Sax and several others ended up looking over Nadia's shoulders, and together they watched the bouncing image Maya got with her vidcam, and listened to her running commentary.

She walked swiftly down Great Escarpment Boulevard, toward the central valley. Once down among the cart vendors in the upper end of Ca.n.a.l Park, she slowed her pace, and looked around slowly to give Nadia a panning shot of the scene. People were out and about everywhere, talking in groups, enjoying a kind of festival atmosphere. Two women next to Maya struck up an animated conversation about Sheffield. A group of newcomers came right up to Maya and asked her what was going to happen next, apparently confident that she would know, "Simply because I am so old!" Maya noted with disgust when they had left. It almost made Nadia smile. But then some young people recognized Maya as herself, and came over to greet her happily. Nadia watched this encounter from Maya's point of view, noting how starstruck the people seemed. So this is what the world looked like to Maya! No wonder she thought she was so special, with people looking at her like that, as if she were a dangerous G.o.ddess, just stepped out of a myth....

It was disturbing in more senses than one. It seemed to Nadia that her old companion was in danger of being arrested by security, and she said as much over the wrist. But the view on-screen waggled from side to side as Maya shook her head. "See how there aren't any cops in sight?" Maya said. "Security is all concentrated around the gates and the train stations, and I stay away from them. Besides, why should they bother to arrest me? In effect they have this whole city arrested."

She tracked an armored vehicle as it drove down the gra.s.sy boulevard and pa.s.sed without slowing down, as if to ill.u.s.trate her point. "That's so everyone can see the guns," Maya said darkly.

She walked down to Ca.n.a.l Park, then turned around and went up the path toward Table Mountain. It was cold in the city that night; lights reflecting off the ca.n.a.l showed that the water in it was icing over. But if security had hoped to discourage crowds, it hadn't worked; the park was crowded, and becoming more crowded all the time. People were clumped around gazebos, or cafes, or big orange heating coils; and everywhere Maya looked more people were coming down into the park. Some listened to musicians, or people speaking with the help of little shoulder amplifiers; others watched the news on their wrists, or on lectern screens. "Rally at midnight!" someone cried. "Rally in the timeslip!"

"I haven't heard anything about this," Maya said apprehensively. "This must be Jackie's doing."

She looked around so fast that the view on Nadia's screen was dizzying. People everywhere. Sax went to another screen and called the safe house in Hunt Mesa. Art answered there, but other than him, the safe house was nearly empty. Jackie had indeed called for a ma.s.s demonstration in the timeslip, and word had gone out over all the city media. Nirgal was out there with her.

Nadia told Maya about this, and Maya cursed viciously. "It's much too volatile for this kind of thing! G.o.dd.a.m.n G.o.dd.a.m.n her." her."

But there was nothing they could do about it now. Thousands of people were pouring down the boulevards into Ca.n.a.l Park and Princess Park, and when Maya looked around, tiny figures could be seen on the rims of the mesas, and crowding the walktube bridges that spanned Ca.n.a.l Park. "The speakers are going to be up in Princess Park," Art said from Sax's screen.

Nadia said to Maya: "You should get up there, Maya, and fast. You might be able to help keep the situation under control."

Maya took off, and as she made her way through the crowd, Nadia kept talking to her, giving her suggestions for what she should say if she got a chance to speak. The words tumbled out of her, and when she paused for thought, Art pa.s.sed along ideas of his own, until Maya said, "But wait, wait, is any of this true?"

"Don't worry if it's true," Nadia said.

"Don't worry if it's true!" Maya shouted into her wristpad. "Don't worry if what I say to a hundred thousand people, what I say to everyone on two worlds, is true or not?"

"We'll make it true," Nadia said. "Just give it a try."

Maya began to run. Others were walking in the same direction as she was, up through Ca.n.a.l Park, toward the high ground between Ellis b.u.t.te and Table Mountain, and her camera gave them bobbing images of the backs of heads and the occasional excited face, turned to look at her as she shouted for clearance. Great roars and cheers were rippling through the crowd ahead, which became denser and denser, until Maya had to slow down, and then to shove and twist through gaps between groups. Most of these people were young, and much taller than Maya, and Nadia went to Sax's screen to watch the Managalavid cameras' images, which were cutting back and forth between a camera on the speakers' platform, set on the rim of an old pingo over Princess Park, and a camera up in one of the walktube bridges. Both angles showed that the crowd was getting immense- maybe eighty thousand people, Sax guessed, his nose a centimeter from the screen, as if he were counting them individually. Art managed to link up to Maya along with Nadia, and he and Nadia continued to talk to her as she fought her way forward through the crowd.