The digger careened around in a big circle, so that when the two humanscrawled out of the wreckage it was the first thing they saw. Throbbing, with the big metal mouth poised to bite.
They ran.
They ran almost as fast as nomes.
"I've always wanted to do that," said Grimma, in a satisfied voice. "Now, where did the other human go?"
"Back to the truck, I think," said Dorcas weakly.
"Fine," said Grimma. "Now-lots of right, Sacco. Stop. Now forward, slowly."
"Can we sort of stop this and just go now? Please?" pleaded Dorcas.
"The humans' truck is in the way," said Grimma, reasonably enough.
"They've stopped right in the entrance."
"Then we're trapped," said Dorcas.
Grimma laughed. It wasn't a very amusing sound. Dorcas suddenly feltalmost as sorry for the humans as he was feeling for himself.
The humans must have been having similar thoughts, if humans hadthoughts. He could see their pale faces watching the Cat lurch towardthem.
They're wondering why they can't see a human inside, he thought. Theycan't work it out. Here's this machine, moving all by itself. It's apuzzler, for humans.
They reached some sort of conclusion, though. He saw both truck doors flyopen and the humans jump out just as the Cat ...
There was a crunch, and the truck jerked as the Cat hit it. The knobbywheels spun for a moment, and then the truck rolled backward. Clouds ofsteam poured out.
"That's for Nisodemus," said Grimma.
"I thought you didn't like him," said Dorcas.
"Yes, but he was a nome."
Dorcas nodded. They were all, when you got right down to it, nomes. Itwas just as well to remember whose side you were on.
"May I suggest you change gear?" he said quietly.
"Why? What's wrong with the one we've got?"
"You'll be able to push better if you go down a gear. Trust me."
* * *
Humans were watching. They were watching, because a machine rolling around by itself is something that you do watch, even if you've just had to climb a tree or hide behind a hedge.
They saw the Cat roll backward, change gear with a roar, and attack the truck again. The windows shattered. Dorcas was really unhappy about this.
"You're killing a truck," he said.
"Don't be silly," said Grimma. "It's a machine. Just bits of metal. Back, hoe!" "Yes, but someone made it," said Dorcas. "They must be very hard to make.
I hate destroying things that are hard to make."
"They ran over Nisodemus," said Grimma. "And when we used to live in a hole, nomes were always being squashed by cars. Forward, hey!" "Yes, but nomes aren't hard to make," said Dorcas, hanging on grimly as they smashed into the truck again. "You just need other nomes."
"Back, hoe! You're weird. Forward, hey!"
The Cat struck again. One of the truck's headlights exploded. Dorcas winced.
Then the truck was pushed clear. Smoke was billowing out from it now, where fuel had spilled over the hot engine. The Cat backed off and rumbled around it. The nomes were really getting the hang of him now.
"Right," said Grimma. "Straight ahead." She nudged Dorcas. "We'll go and find this barn now, shall we?"
"Just go down the road, and I think there's a gateway into the fields," Dorcas mumbled. "It had an actual gate in it," he added. "I suppose it would be too much to ask you to let us open it first?"
Behind them the truck burst into flames. Not spectacularly, but in a workmanlike way, as if it were going to go on burning all day. Dorcas saw a human take off its coat and flap uselessly at the fire. He felt quite sorry for it. The Cat rolled unopposed down the dirt road. Some of the nomes started to sing as they sweated over the ropes.
"Now, then," said Grimma, "where's this gateway? Through the gate and across the fields, you said, and-" "It's just before you get to the car with the flashing lights on top," said Dorcas slowly. "The one that's just coming up the road."
They stared at it.
"Cars with lights on the top are bad news," said Grimma.
"You're right there," said Dorcas. "They're often full of humans who veryseriously want to know what's going on. There were lots of them down atthe railroad."
Grimma looked along the hedge.
"This is the gateway coming up, is it?" she said.
"Yes."
Grimma leaned down.
"Slow down and turn sharp right," she said.
The teams swung into action. Sacco even changed gear without being asked.
Nomes hung like spiders from the steering wheel, hauling it around.
There was a gate in the gateway. But it was old and held to the post withbits of string in proper agricultural fashion. It wouldn't have stoppedanything very determined, and it had no chance with the Cat.
Dorcas winced again.
The field on the other side was brown soil. Corrugated earth, the nomescalled it, after the corrugated cardboard you sometimes got in thepacking department in the Store. There was snow between the furrows. Thebig wheels churned it into mud.
Dorcas was half expecting the car to follow them. It stopped instead, andtwo humans in dark blue suits got out and started to lumber across thefield. There's no stopping humans, he thought glumly. They're like theweather.
The field ran gently uphill, around the quarry. The Cat's engine thudded.
There was a fence ahead, with a grassy field beyond it. The wire partedwith a twang. Dorcas watched it roll back, and wondered whether Grimmawould let him stop and collect a bit of it. You always knew where youwere with wire.
The humans were still following. Out of the corner of his eye, becauseup here there was altogether too much Outside to look at, Dorcas sawflashing lights on the highway, far away.
He pointed them out to Grimma.
"I know," she said. "I've seen them. But what else could we have done?" she added desperately. "Gone off and lived in the flowers like goodlittle pixies?"
"I don't know," said Dorcas wearily. "I'm not sure about anythinganymore."
Another wire fence twanged. There was shorter grass up here, and theground curved.
And then there was nothing but sky, and the Cat speeding up as the wheels bounced over the field at the top of the hill.
Dorcas had never seen so much sky. There was nothing around them, just abit of scrub in the distance. And it was silent. Well, not silent atall, because of the Cat's roar. But it looked like the kind of placethat would be silent if diggers full of desperate nomes weren'tthundering across it.
Some sheep ran out of the way.
"There's the barn up ahead, that stone building on the horiz-" Grimma began. Then she said, "Are you all right, Dorcas?"
"If I keep my eyes shut," he whispered.
"You look dreadful."
"I feel worse."
"But you've been Outside before."
"Grimma, we're the highest thing there is!
There's nothing higher than us for miles, or whatever you call those things! If I open my eyes I'll fall into the sky!"
Grimma leaned down to the perspiring drivers.
"Right just a bit!" she shouted. "That's it! Now, all the fast you can!"
"Hold on to the Cat!" she shouted, as the engine noise grew. "You know he can't fly!" The machine bumped up on a stony track that led in the general direction of the distant barn. Dorcas risked opening one eye.
He'd never been to the barn. Was anyone certain there was food there, or was it just a guess? Perhaps at least it'd be warm.
But there was a flashing light near it, coming toward them.
"Why won't they leave us alone?" shouted Grimma. "Stop!"
The Cat rolled to a halt. The engine ticked over in the chilly air.
"This must lead down to another highway," said Dorcas.
"We can't go back," said Grimma.
"No."
"Or forward."
"No."
Grimma drummed her fingers o
n the Cat's metal.
"Have you got any other ideas?"
"We could try going across the fields," said Dorcas.
"Where would that take us?" said Grimma.
"Away from here, for a start."
"But we wouldn't know where we were going!" said Grimma.
Dorcas shrugged. "It's either that or paint flowers."
Grimma tried to smile.
"And those little wings wouldn't suit me," she said.
"What's going on up there?" Sacco yelled up.
"We ought to tell people," Grimma whispered. "Everyone thinks we're going to the barn."
She looked around. The car was closer, bumping heavily over the rough track. The two humans were still coming the other way. "Don't humans ever give up?" she said to herself.
She leaned over the edge of the plank.
"Some left, Sacco," she said. "And then just go steadily."
The Cat bounced off the track and rolled over the cold grass. There was another wire fence in the far distance, and a few more sheep. We don't know where we're going, she thought. The only important thing is to go. Masklin knew it. This isn't our world.
"Perhaps we should have talked to humans," she said aloud.
"No, you were right," said Dorcas. "In this world everything belongs to humans and we would belong to them too. There wouldn't be any room for us to be us."
The fence came closer. There was a road on the other side. Not a dirt road, but a proper road with black gravel on it. "Right or left?" said Grimma. "What do you think?" "It doesn't matter," said Dorcas as the digger twanged through the fence. "We'll try going left, then," she said. "Slow down, Sacco! Left a bit. More. More. Steady at that. Oh, no!"
There was another car in the distance. It had flashing lights on the top.
Dorcas risked a look behind them.
There was another flashing light there.
"No," he said.
"What?" said Grimma.
"Just a little while ago you asked if humans ever gave up," he said. "They don't."
"Stop," said Grimma. The teams trotted obediently across the Cat's floor. The digger rolled gently to a halt again, engine ticking over.
"This is it," said Dorcas.
"Are we at the barn yet?" a nome called up.
"No," said Grimma. "Not yet. Nearly."
Dorcas made a face.
"We might as well accept it now," he said. "You'll end up waving a stick with a star on it. I just hope they don't force me to mend their shoes." Grimma looked thoughtful. "If we drove as hard as we could at that car coming toward us-" she began.
"No," said Dorcas, firmly. "It really wouldn't solve anything."
"It'd make me feel a lot better," said Grimma.
She looked around at the fields.
"Why's it gone all dark?" she said. "We can't have been running all day. It was early morning when we started out."
"Doesn't time fly when you're enjoying yourself?" said Dorcas gloomily. "And I don't like milk much. I don't mind doing their housework if I don'? have to drink milk, but-"
"Just look, will you?"
Darkness was spreading across the fields.
"It might be an ellipse," said Dorcas. "I read about them. It all goes dark when the Sun covers the Moon. And possibly vice versa," he added doubtfully.
The car ahead of them squealed to a halt, crashed backward across the road into a stone wall, and came to an abrupt stop. In the field by the road the sheep were running away. It wasn't theordinary panic of sheep ordinarily disturbed. They had their heads downand were pounding across the ground with one aim in mind. They were sheepwho had decided that this was no time to waste energy panicking when itcould be used for galloping away as fast as possible.
A loud and unpleasant humming noise filled the air.
"My word," Dorcas said weakly. "They're pretty darn terrifying, theseellipses." Down below, the nomes were panicking. They weren't sheep, theycould all think for themselves, and when you started to think hard about sudden darkness and mysterious humming noises, panicking seemed a logicalidea.
Little lines of crawling blue fire crackled over the Cat's battered paintwork. Dorcas felt his hair standing on end.
Grimma stared upward.
The sky was totally black. "It's ... all ... right," she said slowly. "Do you know, I think it's all right!"
Dorcas looked at his hands. Sparks crackled off his fingertips.
"It is, is it?" was all he could think of.
"That isn't night, it's a shadow. There's something huge floating above us."
"And that's better than night, is it?" said Dorcas.
"I think so. Come on, let's get off."
She shinned down the rope to the Cat's deck. She was smiling madly. That was almost as terrifying as everything else put together. They weren't used to Grimma smiling.
"Give me a hand," she said. "We've got to get down. So he can be sure it's us." They looked at her in astonishment as she wrestled with the gangplank.
"Come on," she repeated. "Help me, can't you?"
"He? Who he?" said Dorcas. "What he? What do you mean?"
"Him," said Grimma. "I know it's him. You people-help me!"
They helped. Sometimes, when you're totally confused, you'll listen to anyone who seems to have any sort of aim in mind. They grabbed the plank and shoved it out of the back of the cab until it tilted and swung down toward the road. At least there wasn't so much sky now. The blue was a thin line around the edge of the solid darkness overhead.
Not entirely solid. When Dorcas's eyes grew used to it, he could make out squares and rectangles and circles. Nomes scurried down the plank and milled around on the road below, uncertain whether to run or stay.
Above them one of the dark squares in the shadow moved aside. There was a clank, and then a rectangle of darkness whirred down very gently, like an elevator without wires, and landed softly on the road. It was quite big. There was something on it. Something in a pot. Something red and yellow and green.
The nomes craned forward to see what it was.
Chapter 15
II. Thus ended the journey of the Cat, and thenomes fled, looking not behind.
-From the Book of Nome, Stranger Frogs I, v. II.
Dorcas clambered down awkwardly onto the Cat's oily deck. It was empty now, except for the bits of string and wood that the nomes had used.
They've dropped things just any old way, he thought, listening to the distant chattering of the nomes. It's not right, leaving litter. Poor old Cat deserves more than this. There was some sort of excitement going on outside, but he didn't pay it much attention.
He bumbled around for a bit, trying to coil up the string and push the wood into neat piles. He pulled down the wires that had let the Cat taste the electricity. He got down on his hands and knees and tried to rub out the muddy footprints. The Cat made noises, even with the engine stopped. Little pops and sizzles, and the occasional ping.
It was going to sleep again. Sleeping was something cats did a lot of, he'd heard. Dorcas sat down and leaned against the yellow metal. He didn't know what was going on. It was so far outside anything he'd ever seen before that his mind wasn't letting him worry about it. Perhaps that thing up there is just another machine, he thought wearily. A machine for making night come down suddenly.
He reached out and stroked the Cat. "Well done," he said.
Sacco and Nooty found him sitting with his head against the cab wall, staring vacantly at his feet. "Everyone's been looking for you!" Sacco said. "It's like an airplane without wings! It's just floating there in the air! So you must come and tell us what makes it go ... I say, are you all right?" "Hmm?"
"Are you all right?" said Nooty. "You look rather odd."
Dorcas nodded slowly. "Just a bit worn out," he said.
"Yes, but, you see, we need you," said Sacco insistently.
Dorcas groaned and allowed himself to be helped to his feet. He took a last look around the cab. "He really went, didn't he?" he sa
id. "He really went very well. All things considered. For his age."
He tried to give Sacco a cheerful look.
"What are you talking about?" said Sacco.
"All that time in that shed. Since the world was made, perhaps. And I just greased him and fuelled him up and away he went," said Dorcas.
"The machine? Oh, yes. Well done," said Sacco.
"But-" Nooty pointed upward.
Dorcas shrugged.
"Oh, I'm not bothered about that," he said. "It's probably Masklin's doing. Perfectly simple explanation. Grimma is right. It's probably that flying thing he went off to get."
"But something has come out of it!" said Nooty.
"Not Masklin, you mean?"
"It's some kind of plant!"
Dorcas sighed. Always one thing after another. He patted the Cat again.
"Well, I care," he said.
He straightened up, and turned to the others. "All right," he said. "Show me."
It was in a metal pot in the middle of the floating platform. The nomes craned and tried to climb on one another's shoulders to look at it, and none of them knew what it was except for Grimma, who was staring at it with a strange quiet smile on her face. It was a branch from a tree. On the branch was a flower the size of a bucket.
If you climbed high enough, you could see that, held within its glistening petals, was a pool of water. And from the depths of the pool little yellow frogs stared up at the nomes. "Have you any idea what it is?" said Sacco.
Dorcas smiled. "Masklin's found out that it's a good idea to send a girl flowers," he said. "And I think everything's all right." He glanced at Grimma.
"Yes, but what is it?"
"I seem to remember it's called a bromeliad," said Dorcas. "It grows on the top of very tall trees in wet forests a long way away, and littlefrogs spend their whole lives in it. Your whole life in one flower.
Imagine that. Grimma once said she thought it was the most astonishingthing in the world."
Sacco bit his lip thoughtfully.
"Well, there's electricity," he said. "Electricity is quite astonishing."
"Or hydraulics," said Nooty, taking his hand. "You told me hydraulics was fascinating."
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