It was the time, snow or no snow, to make a run for Toltoona. When I got back Paddy Enderton ought to have calmed down, especially when I brought to him the “no news” that he regarded as good news.
I still think it was a reasonable idea. Except that when I opened the door and sneaked out onto the landing, Paddy Enderton was there waiting, standing in his stockinged feet.
One great hand closed around my upper arm, and the other went over my mouth. He leaned to me, so that his mouth was only an inch from my ear.
“Not a sound, now, Jay Hara,” he said in a growling whisper. “You and I are going to have a bit of a talk. And don’t try to fight, or I’ll have to hurt you.”
He was hurting me already. But I kept that to myself, as we shuffled along to his room.
His door opened, and closed again. This time, I was on the wrong side of it.
Chapter 5
Enderton sat me down on his unmade bed and dragged a chair over so that we sat staring at each other, a couple of feet apart.
“The woman.” He had no knife or other weapon, but I knew that with those hands he did not need one. “Who is she, and why did you bring her to my room?”
I quailed, and told him. I explained that Doctor Eileen Xavier was an old friend of the family, who never mentioned in advance that she was coming to see Mother. There had been no chance to warn him.
After I had said that I just kept going, blurting out anything and everything I knew about Doctor Eileen. All the time that I was babbling he sat fidgety in his seat, never still. I saw his eyes flickering from me, to the window where the silent snow was still falling, to the locked door, to the odd skeleton of blue struts that faced out across the lake. He was drinking, too, replenishing a dirty glass with colorless liquid from an unlabeled bottle.
“She saw too much,” he said, when I was finished. He wiped his mouth with his grubby hand. “If I thought that she might… The question is, will she talk? Where does she live?”
“South of here, along the lake shore just past Toltoona. Doctor Eileen’s not one for talking.” Except to Mother, I felt like adding, but instead I said, “What do you mean, she saw too much?”
He stared at me for a long time, while I hardly dared to breathe. “Well,” he said at last. “It’s like this, Jay.”
There was a quietness to his voice that I had never heard before, as he went on, “You’re a smart lad, and conscientious, and I’ve come to rely on you a lot in these past weeks. And I’ve been good to you, or tried to, and I hope you know it. But I’d like to be better yet. Because I can see the day coming, not too many years from now, when Jay Hara will be known as the finest spacer that ever lifted off Erin. And when that day comes, I’d like Jay Hara to be able to say that him and Paddy Enderton were friends, and partners.”
I didn’t know how to answer, what with the insincerity oozing out of every pore of his big, sweaty face. But I didn’t have to speak, because he had another spasm of coughing, then went on, “Partners, is it then? You and me. I’ll treat you like a partner, too. There isn’t a boy on Erin, and few men off it, who’ve seen and heard what I’m going to show and tell you now. Come look at this, Jay.”
He got to his feet and walked across to the blue tubes by the window. They seemed too few and too simple to do anything at all, but while I watched Enderton fiddled with the array for a moment, lining up a pair of struts. Then he flipped a switch on one side and said, “Look into the eyepieces.” He handed me a pair of ice-cold tubes not attached to anything else.
I did, and it was magic. I was seeing Muldoon Spaceport, its domes and launch towers and boost grids like fairy castles, the thin metal trellises covered with a sparkling layer of white snow.
Except that it couldn’t be. The port was ten miles or more away, on the other side of the lake.
I lifted my head and stepped to the window. The wind was rising now and snow was falling harder than ever, traveling almost horizontally past the house. I couldn’t even see as far as the lake shore before everything was swallowed up in a haze of white.
“That isn’t really Muldoon Port, is it?”
“It is.” Enderton flipped another switch. “Try again.”
It was the same thing, much closer. Now a single dome stood in the field of view, elevators rising up its side.
“But how does it see through the snow, when we can’t?”
“I don’t know, but it isn’t a problem. Not for this little beauty.” He threw another switch. “Try it now.”
This time I was close enough to watch people on the roof of a dome, hurrying about with their heads hooded against the snow. And with that view, I had an awful thought. I had been sailing across to Muldoon Port, but once there I hadn’t done much searching for Enderton’s two-half-man. Instead I had warmed a chair in the launch lounge, listening to spacer tales.
And all the time, he had been able to sit back here and watch me! Except that I suddenly realized that maybe he hadn’t. The scene was cropped at the bottom, and I could not see anything less than fifteen feet above the ground. It was the curve of Erin’s surface, putting anything at ground level below the horizon and out of sight; it meant that although Enderton could see much of the activity at Muldoon Port, people would be invisible unless they happened to be high in the buildings.
Enderton must have mistaken my relief for amazement. He nodded, and said, “Now you know how to watch launches in comfort. That’s what I’ve been doing, these past few days. And I think we’re coming close to Winterfall.”
Thanks to my trips to Muldoon Port I knew what he was talking about. Before Winterfall, the spacer crews that planned to come home at year-end from scavenging the Forty Worlds sent word ahead to Muldoon Spaceport. And as soon as all those returning crews had been safely ferried down from their deep space ships, Winterfall would be complete. The port would enter its quiet period of deep winter, as the crews left Muldoon and dispersed. Most would head away from the lake toward Skibbereen and the bigger towns to the east, but each year, a few spacers came our way, around the lake to its western shore.
“Can you see Toltoona as well?” I asked. The town was much closer, so no curve of Erin’s surface would save me.
But even before he swiveled the setting, I knew the answer. Miraculous as the instrument was at seeing through falling snow, it did not look through walls. And Toltoona was mostly buildings, blocking off the view of streets and squares and the insides of inns and stores.
“How would you like to own something like this?” Enderton asked me, as I peered into the cold eyepieces and confirmed my thought about Toltoona.
“Own it? It must cost a fortune.”
“It would—if there was any place to buy it. There isn’t.” He took the eyepieces from my hand, and led me back to my seat. “This telecon is pure space technology. It will be yours, if you’ll help me a bit more. See, I must know who’s at Muldoon come Winterfall. I’m nearly ready, but I must have a few more clear days.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to head out.” His eyes flickered to the window. “I mean, ready to head out west of here. Does that doctor of yours ever go over to Muldoon Port?”
“Never. Her patients are all west and north of us.”
“That’s good. But tomorrow and the day after, you have to sail over to Muldoon and keep an eye on things. Until Winterfall it’s more important to do that than worrying about Toltoona.”
It was the worst possible time to have to tell him, but I had no choice.