Orion Shall Rise

by Poul Anderson

  ‘Not to brag,’ the newcomer said. ‘Mind you, I’m as great a braggart as the next man. But in this case, experience convinced me we need improved security, fast. I came here to discuss that with your leaders on the spot.’

  Ronica shed her pack and accepted a drink. It was fine whiskey, which smoked across her tongue and down her gullet. Relaxation felt equally warm throughout her muscles.

  Mikli Karst took forth a pack of cigarettes, offered her one, was refused, and lit it for himself. His fingertips were stained yellow. She was glad that half-open windows let out the stench. ‘I take it,’ he said, ‘you’ve been questing for fissionables.’

  ‘How do you know?’ the Lodgemaster asked.

  The officer shrugged. ‘Obviously Missy Birken has been in the outback.’ (‘Missy,’ ‘outback,’ she thought – Mauraiisms. But they gave no reason to doubt his loyalty. She had seen foreign influence aplenty in the cities of the South, and heard ever more people of her generation questioning the values of the Northwest Union, the entire civilization that it embodied.) ‘Her accouterments, her suntan.’ He grinned. ‘It takes considerable exposure to get a suntan in this climate. What would have required that, and been so important that immediately upon her return she comes to none less than you, sir? What but a search for nuclear explosives?’

  He blew a smoke ring. ‘We know how the material salvaged for the power project was confiscated by our esteemed opponents after the war,’ he continued lazily. ‘However, I’ve always taken it for a certainty that there were military stocks, tactical weapons, in Laska before the Doom, and it seems unlikely to me that every last missile got ejaculated in that spectacular orgasm. The problem would be to find the remnants, centuries later, in a tremendous and sparsely settled territory.’ He glanced at Ronica. ‘I daresay you had clues.’

  ‘Not I, at first,’ she said. ‘Men who went through the Rangle Mountains – traders and trappers, mostly—heard rumors from the native tribes that might indicate something. They had no idea what. But we always question their kind about everything that’s happened to them, whenever they show up. That’s no giveaway, you realize. Why should the Lodge not want to keep tabs on the wilderness? It’s bloodyfart little – uh, pardon me, Master Smith –damn little we do know. Anyhow, the accumulated stories seemed to call for investigation, and I volunteered.’

  ‘Ronica is a special person,’ Benyo said with pride. ‘She’s a professional Survivor who now has a degree in electronic engineering. She’ll work across the channel, in between checking out possibilities like this.’

  ‘An admirable idea,’ Mikli Karst said. ‘My compliments to the chef.’

  Benyo leaned over the desk. His gaunt frame quivered. ‘How much did you find, Ronica?’

  ‘Three intact warheads,’ she told them. ‘And evidently more that’ve disintegrated; but the stuff should be recoverable from the soil. Uranium, to judge by the radiation pattern, so no serious toxicity problem.’ Excitement came to life again. It was as if once more she stood on that rocky slope, in that thin cold rain, and heard her counter cry out. Her husky voice dropped lower. ‘Half-life, millions of years, you know. I estimate we can go fetch us a dozen kilotonnes’ worth. The site’s above timberline, so hardly anybody ever comes by, but it’s got enough remnants of construction, deep rust stains in the rock, and so forth, that stray hunters shortcutting between valleys noticed. Don’t worry about them blabbing. They’re savages pure and simple, deathly afraid of the Old Ghosts.’

  She leaned back, crossed her legs, and tossed off a gulp of liquor that made Mikli raise his brows, most respectfully.

  He contracted them after that, turned to Benyo, and said: ‘Sir, we’d better plan the recovery operation as carefully as porcupines make love. As I was warning you, the Maurai Inspectorate has become suspicious. Inevitable, no doubt. Secrets are notoriously fragile, even when they’re tucked away in the back of beyond. We’ve managed to misdirect the opposition thus far.’

  He chuckled. ‘If I may claim credit, and just try to stop me, it was my idea, years ago, to start the notion that mutterings about “Orion” were nothing but the standard legend that a subjugated nation commonly develops, of a sleeping hero or god who will someday awake to set it free and reign over it in peace and justice and every such implausibility. I persuaded various anthropologists to publish papers –’ He sobered, stubbed his cigarette, took a fresh one, and added, ‘But we can’t dine out on that forever. The latest Maurai mission got far closer to goal than I liked.’

  ‘You were about to tell me.’ Benyo said. Ronica decided she was in no hurry to get home; this should be interesting.

  ‘Well,’ the other began, ‘it started with an intelligence officer of theirs coming to the liaison headquarters in Vittohrya and demanding a tour north. Information pointed toward something under way in Laska, something forbidden by the peace treaty, and he had orders to go check up. I’d guess the recent demise of the High Commissioner had exacerbated matters.’

  Ronica frowned. She had been saddened by that news. While a student at the university, she heard nothing but good of Ruori Haakonu. Yes, he was in charge of curbing the sovereignty of the Union, least it massively revive that high-energy technology the Maurai abhorred; but he did his task with tact, humanity, helpfulness. She would fight what he stood for, but she could well understand why many of her contemporaries were doubting that their parents had been right after all. A number of her female classmates had confessed to being in love with him.

  ‘He had to go,’ Mikli Karst said, ‘but we were bound to get a reaction among his friends.’

  Benyo and Ronica started in their chairs. ‘What?’ the Lodgemaster whispered. ‘It was an accidental death, wasn’t it? A fete, an archery contest, a blind man who wanted to try under guidance but misheard the instructions –’

  ‘As you will,’ the officer replied. ‘In any event, he was too effective. When Orion rises, we don’t want our people full of self-doubt, do we? They’ll be stunned as is. Better they first spend a few years under a less likable Maurai High Commissioner.’

  He seemed to feel the shock in his listeners, for he went on deftly: ‘This agent of theirs, then, insisted on going north to poke around. As per doctrine, his principal guide, allegedly civilian, was from my corps, and happened to be me. I must say that Terai Lohannaso is an impressive fellow. Middle-aged but bull-strong, bull-sized; possessed of an adequate if perhaps not exactly scintillating mind; withal, a disarmingly soft-spoken and friendly sort.’

  Ronica’s own mind stirred. That name – No, she couldn’t lay hand on whatever the memory was.

  ‘Like the rest of us, most of whom were entirely sincere, I told him I knew of nothing illicit, but he was welcome to look wherever he chose, and I’d make the trip as easy as possible for him and his staff,’ Mikli continued. ‘Oh, that became quite a trip!

  ‘I took him to a Tlingit settlement, hoping their well-known festiveness would distract him. Instead, he ate and drank them to the ground, and was champing to be off next morning. Not far from Kenai, he noticed faint signs, broke out his instruments, dug down, and found a buried power cable – a monstrously thick thing, but he lifted it in his bare hands, seeing the current: was off. I did my best to convince him it was ancient – who’d be that lavish with copper nowadays? – but well preserved by its insulation, and used by a hydroelectric station serving the locality. I took him to the station, but plainly he was skeptical, and I decided best he and his party suffer a regrettable accident. He was climbing a mountain, carrying an infrared detector, to make sure a heat source he’d spotted was not artificial. My assistant triggered an avalanche in the snowfield above. Nobody else with him escaped alive, but he did. Incredible! It was as if he swam in that roaring mass.… He was injured, though, besides having lost most of his group, and must needs give up and go back to recuperate.’

  Mikli scowled. ‘He’ll return, or colleagues of his will,’ he finished. ‘Communications may be thin and transportation slow, compare
d to the past before the Doom; likewise, intelligence corps are naive; but brains are as functional as ever. We shall have to improve our cover, to the point where we can safely receive Maurai inspectors right in Kenai.’

  ‘Can we?’ Benyo asked, a small tremor of age in his voice.

  The visitor gestured expansively. ‘Oh, yes. I and my colleagues have given the matter a heap of thought. Our organization is ready to move; I’m only here to survey the area in detail and make specific recommendations. For example, in this vicinity – not hard by, but in this general vicinity – we can start work on what appears to be a clandestine nuclear powerplant that a syndicate supposedly is building to produce synthetic fuels. We can let the Maurai discover it, with enough difficulty to make them believe they’ve cracked the secret. Less elaborate arrangements might suffice, to be sure. We’ll see. Don’t worry, Master Smith. Orion shall rise. The safeguards will be directed by a highly competent troublemaker, namely me.’

  Benyo did not look altogether happy.

  Mikli switched his jaybird glance to Ronica. ‘You’ve made a magnificent contribution, my lady,’ he said. I’m not sure but what you’re being wasted in Laska. How would you like to see the rest of the world? I go to and fro in it.’

  Taken aback, she could merely reply, ‘You’re moving a little fast, aren’t you, Captain?’

  He laughed. ‘The offer is honest, or presumably will be after I’ve had a chance to learn more about you. We might make a first-chop team. If you also choose to explore how we might do recreationally. I’ll be enchanted; but if not, don’t worry, I can behave myself. Your physique suggests I’d better.’

  He made social talk for a while longer and took his leave, arranging to meet Benyo again in the morning.

  When the door had closed behind him, Ronica shifted her weight. The windows were now full of dusk, the room full of its chill. ‘I should be on my way too, sir,’ she said. ‘I’ll write up my notes and give them to you as soon’s may be. If you want, I can guide the recovery team, but that isn’t necessary, and, uh, to be frank, I’m kind of anxious to try my hand at the work undermountain.’

  Benyo nodded. ‘Quite.’ He hesitated. ‘You’ll probably have more dealings with Captain Karst.’

  ‘M-m-m.… I dunno. What can you tell me about him?’

  ‘Nothing in depth, but we have had encounters in the past, he and I. And one hears things.’ Benyo searched for words. ‘Be careful, dear. He’s a strange and not very savory character. Grew up as a guttersnipe in the slums of Seattle; some say his mother was a prostitute. Got into trouble, was sent to sea. Served on a privateer in the Whale War, later joined the regular Navy and distinguished himself as an intelligence officer in the Power War. Meanwhile he’d been accepted into the Salmon Lodge, and afterward expelled. The reason was never made public, as usual, but the story goes it was because of misconduct with a boy. Possibly that’s untrue. He did marry, into a wealthy house, his father-in-law a Wolf, and his wife seems devoted to him in spite of everything. And as you heard today, he is invaluable to Orion. He may well be our next head of security here; Ab Munso is about ready for retirement. But have a care.’

  ‘Thanks.’ Impulsively, Ronica leaned across the Lodgemaster’s desk and patted his hand. ‘You are a sweetheart, did you know? Don’t worry. I’m not a simple backwoods maiden. I’ll cope.’

  Not a maiden at all. Pain flashed. She’d had her love affairs in oh-so-sophisticated Vittohrya (if young Maurai are free to indulge, why not young us?), but the last had not been fun or romance or anything, it had been with a professor of hers who was a family man, and in the end they’d agreed they should not destroy his home. That was shortly before she graduated and took ship for Kenai. The forest and the mountains, in them there is healing.

  She rose. ‘Well, goodnight,’ she said. ‘I’m certainly willing to talk further with Captain Karst, if he is, but have no fears for my virtue. The prospect of visiting some foreign countries is mighty interesting.’

  A thrill went through her. God damn and hell rejoice, but it is! Karst had been much too casual about the deaths he described. Orion was supposed to liberate without killing. But done was done, and had apparently been necessary under the circumstances, and she had her own life to attend, clamorous within her.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  With a whirr of propellers the dirigible left its mooring at Tournev airfield and ascended. It was among those which regularly carried goods and people to Skyholm.

  Passengers were few this trip. Iern and Faylis could stand at the forward observation window during approach and see wonder grow huge before them.

  ‘O-o-oh,’ she whispered, and clasped his hand. Tears started forth. ‘Oh, darling.’

  He smiled, brought an arm around to tilt the exquisite face up toward him, leaned down, and kissed her. The lips beneath his were cool but trembled in response. Ever since he had told her about his assignment, she had been more affectionate than at any time after their honeymoon.

  Happiness brought that about, he supposed. It would be her first visit aloft, and for three whole months! She went about their town-house singing. She commissioned a new wardrobe, with furs and silks and embroideries and jewels, extravagance which he could not find the heart to scold her for. She’s so young, he told himself repeatedly – not much younger in years than he, but in experience, in spirit, like a child. She loves the elegance she never knew before, luxury, gaiety, familiarity with important persons – prestige of her own, and few things carry more prestige than a station in Skyholm. I shouldn’t worry about expenses. Beynac gives me a pretty good income. Maybe I can cut back on my private spending. And, yes, not let her coldness or her tantrums drive me away, but also give her more of my company than my habit has gotten to be.

  Here was certainly a chance for that. He wouldn’t travel for thirteen weeks, except when he took his Cadets on short practice flights. Otherwise he would be lecturing, grading papers, doubtless giving occasional counsel. He had not drawn this duty before, since it rotated among pilots, but felt he could probably handle it well. He might actually enjoy it. In any event, in his leisure time he could find ample diversion … with Faylis, of course, he reminded himself.

  ‘No picture shows this, really,’ she breathed. ‘None.’ She reached out and touched the glass. He thought of a baby reaching for the moon.

  From behind the dirigible, the sun cast an almost shadowless radiance. Crystalline blue-black, the stratosphere made a chalice for the pearl which was Skyholm. Then as the craft drew nigh, that pearl became a moon indeed, a world.

  Two full kilometers in diameter, it nonetheless kept an airiness, a grace to rival anything man had ever created. Transparent, the outer skin had a shimmer across it, a ghost of rainbows. Beneath were the interlocking hexagons of the tensegrity structure: slender, hollow girders and thin cables, as if the god of the spiders had been everywhere weaving. A hundred meters behind this was a vast ball of night, over which the web went agleam.

  Its pattern disappeared at the equator. There homes, meeting places, workshops, laboratories, control centers, all the manifold spaces that humans used were nested among the ribs of Skyholm. They seemed a broad, intricately ornamented belt, mostly dark but with flashes of color and metal. Positioned around it were four observation domes, four laser complexes, two missile launchers, two flanges on which – dragonflies at this distance – jetplanes rested, and eight engines belonging to the aerostat itself. Small inspection platforms and banks of solar collectors studded the rest of the sphere.

  Approach from ground revealed an opening at the lower pole, where the ribs gave away to a frame in the form of pentagram. It supported a great pipe leading to the interior. As a plane took off on some mission and dropped below the globe, on the far side, its image briefly quivered, troubled by the heat that poured forth.

  And this was Skyholm, Ileduciel, Hemelhuis (the names were many), which men before the Judgment had dreamed of, and built in modules, and lifted on wings of helium to assemble
in the uppermost air.

  Faylis was long silent. When at last she spoke, her voice was small and timid: ‘Suddenly I realize how little I know about it. I mean, it’s always been there, like Earth. I don’t – well, nobody quite knows why and how it was made. Do they?’

  ‘What?’ asked Iern, startled. ‘And you set out to be a historian?’

  ‘You know my main interest has been Iberyan history.’

  ‘Well,’ he said, ‘a lot of records were lost in the War of Judgment and its aftermath, but considerable was preserved, and the Thirty found time to chronicle certain matters themselves. A consortium of nations in West Uropa decided to have an Okress aerostat, as a few elsewhere already did. The crew made Angley – its ancestral version – their common language because it was, then, the standard language of aeronautics –’

  She flushed. Indignation sharpened her tone. ‘I’m not a complete ignoramus, whatever you think. I learned that much in chapel school.’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ he answered fast. ‘I misunderstood you. What did you mean?’

  She relented. ‘The technical reasons for the undertaking. I’m such an idiot where it comes to science. I remember my teachers explaining, but I don’t remember exactly what they said.’

  ‘Oh, there were plenty of uses for a base in the stratosphere,’ Iern told her. ‘Most of them were the same ones you’re familiar with, that we still have. Surveillance for both civilian and military purposes. Monitoring of weather and oceans. Communications relay. Nighttime illumination by searchlights, when necessary. A place for aircraft, missiles, astronomy and other research. Collecting solar energy – But you know that. In addition, there were plans to launch spacecraft from it.’ Sudden wistfulness locked his tongue. Once human beings had reached outward to the moon and beyond.

  She didn’t notice. ‘Yes, dear. I’m afraid it remains arcana to me.’ She giggled. Her awe had been short-lived. Now, he guessed, she was again anticipating the life of a Skyholm officer’s lady. Well, that’s better than dwelling on that Jovain wretch and his vicious Gaean foolishness, Iern decided. ‘Why,’ she said, ‘I can’t even understand what holds the balloon up.’