“Hans told me,” Martin said.
“What else did he tell you?”
“That you’re supporting him, and he makes all decisions. No voting.”
Giacomo looked acutely unhappy. “We came out here to do the Job. Hans holds us together—the ones who are left with any convictions at all.”
“Did Rex kill Rosa?”
“He left a message on his wand saying he did.”
“Did Hans put him up to it?” Martin asked.
“Rex didn’t say. The Brothers think—Stonemaker thinks he did, and it’s really… it’s pushed them away from us, Martin. The Brothers here won’t speak to humans now unless they have to.”
Martin looked at Eye on Sky and Silken Parts. The Brothers seemed oblivious, locked in a luxury of three-part exchange, but Martin knew they were listening. Doubtless Stonemaker was listening as well.
There was no reason to hide anything.
“What about the dissidents?”
“They have their own part of Greyhound. They refuse to follow Hans, and they refuse to fight. They tried to persuade the rest of us. It was real close, but… Martin, we came here to do this Job. We’re here. The evidence is strong. Now’s the time.”
“So it seems,” Martin said.
“I don’t know what kind of person Hans is.”
I do, Martin thought.
“But without him we’d be in even worse shape. You want to know what I think?”
Martin smiled at Giacomo’s fecklessness. “You’ve told me everything so far.”
“I think Hans made Rex…” Giacomo shook his head. “Talk to Hans about it. It really isn’t my place. I need to talk with Jennifer again.”
“All the time you need. But when you start getting sentimental, it’s time to open the noach to others.”
“Got you,” Giacomo said. “Martin, don’t get me wrong. What we’ve learned in the past few tendays, and what the moms have done to upgrade our weapons—it’s absolutely fantastic. Just the right combination—Jennifer’s theories about noach, learning how radically Leviathan has changed… Putting the Brothers’ non-integer math to work… And then, seeing Leviathan’s planets… It’s a revolution.”
Martin gestured to Eye on Sky and they left the noach chamber to find a private place to talk. Martin asked Paola to join them.
“We we are told by Stonemaker, high likelihood Hans chose Rex to become loose cord, outsider,” Eye on Sky said. “Stone-maker and others, we they do not conceive to be experts on human behavior.”
“The Brothers don’t think they’re experts on human behavior,” Paola interpreted.
“Got that,” Martin said.
“But there is a deviosity, a curliness—” Eye on Sky continued.
“Perversity,” Paola suggested.
Don’t make it worse, Martin did not say, cringing inwardly.
“There is character that makes humans avoid the obvious, and take the twisty tunnel to a goal, rather than the straight tunnel.”
Martin nodded, reserving comment until Eye on Sky had had his say.
“Hans achieves something by making Rex an outside cord, for Rex is punished by Hans, Hans does not take blame for Rex’s actions, Rex feels strong kin for Hans, Hans keeps a secret braid-cord—”
“Wait a minute,” Martin said, turning to Paola. She, too, had difficulty with the lengthy statement. “I think he’s saying, Rex was deliberately alienated by Hans, to make him appear to be an outsider, not in favor with Hans.”
“That is so,” Eye on Sky said. “This is difficult for we us to track, must follow we our own curled tunnel to know. Humans afraid of their own kind. Of female Rosa. She was maker of large fictions, which make you dream.”
Paola started to interpret, but Martin raised his hand; This much was clear.
“Hans wanted female Rosa dead,” Eye on Sky said.
Paola wrinkled her face and looked away.
“Rex is weapon for Hans,” Eye on Sky concluded.
Martin couldn’t fault the logic. What Hans said: necessities.
“We’re our own enemies,” Paola said. “Like the Red Tree Runners.”
“Brothers don’t have anything like this in their society?” Martin asked.
“Oh yes, larger we do.”
“What?” Martin asked.
“Wars between cords,” Eye on Sky said. “Times when braids unwind, and cords kill each other. Not control these times, or know when. We we must shun the curled path and those who take it, for we they bring on own unwinding, own cord wars.”
“You think we’re going to break down, as a society,” Paola said.
“Not known,” Eye on Sky said. “But if larger we stays with you, fear of catching, fear of influence.”
“You think we’ll… make you ill?” Paola asked.
“Break us down.”
Martin’s stomach contracted. He tightened his fingers on the ladder field.
“We have to work together,” he said. “Whatever the risks. We still have the same goals.”
“This not yet decided. Separate ships, working together—that is decided, for now. Working apart may be decided later.”
Division of the crews had not yet taken place-on Trojan Horse.
Eye on Sky, Martin, the mom, and the snake mother curled in the dark and watched the methodic replay of information from Sleep. Martin’s eyelids drooped with weariness, overloaded again with the wonders of what these artificial beings had made, or inherited, or both.
Hans had not spoken with Martin for seven hours. Stonemaker and Eye on Sky had conferred several times. Martin hoped this meant Hans was seriously reviewing the data.
Ariel and Erin entered the cabin and positioned themselves on each side of Martin, who reached out and squeezed their hands, then resumed watching.
In groups or alone in their cabins, Brothers and humans studied the information. “It’s staggering,” Erin said. The life-cycles of two related species passed before them; eggs carefully deposited in the deep waters of Sleep, hatchlings rising to the surface like jellyfish to be harvested by fisher parents, who injected capsules of their genetic material; the injected hatchlings forming eggs again, being deposited in green and purple forests on the third planet, hatching again to become lake- and stream-dwellers, finally joining in villages, and the villages themselves maturing, changing social structure, until they were ready to be “harvested” and trained into adult societies…
There was much more information on the staircase gods within Sleep. This appeared to be incomplete, however; where and how they obtained their energy was not clear.
“Jennifer thinks they could shift neutronium to quark matter at the core,” Ariel said. “We were just in her cabin. She’s going to make herself sick if she doesn’t get some rest.”
The Double Seed still adapted as the ships’ minds updated each other hour by hour. The mom and snake mother kept Martin and Eye on Sky informed as major changes were made, but explanations were kept simple. Logistics, not theory, were paramount now. Jennifer could not stand ignorance; she engaged in momerath continuously.
“They’re pleading with us to understand them, appreciate them,” Ariel said, pulling herself out of the maze of Leviathan’s fecundity.
“They’re desperately afraid,” Erin said. She had changed in the past few days; intense green eyes duller, hair matted, face more slack. It takes life out of all of us. “But they’re so enormously powerful…” she added.
Ariel cocked an eyebrow. “A few savages invade your house. There might be thousands of them outside, in the dark. They’re smart, and they’ve seen what your technology is like… They’re making new weapons. Would you be afraid?” she asked.