Paul and Louise followed, watching as the doctor, the injured man, and the attendants entered the ambulance and sped away on the gravel road.
Now what? said Paul.
Louise frowned. I have to call Dr. Mah, she said. Bonnie Jean Mah was SNOs director. Her office was at Carle-ton University in Ottawa, almost 500 kilometers away. She was rarely seen at the actual observatory site; the day-to-day operations were left to postdocs and grad students, like Louise and Paul.
What are you going to tell her? asked Paul.
Louise looked in the direction of the departing ambulance, with its impossible passenger. Je ne sais pas, she said, shaking her head slowly.
Chapter 3
It had started much more serenely. Healthy day, Ponter Boddit had said softly, propping his jaw up with a crooked arm as he looked over at Adikor Huld, who was standing by the washbasin.
Hey, sleepyhead, said Adikor, turning now and leaning his muscular back against the scratching post. He shimmied left and right. Healthy day.
Ponter smiled back at Adikor. He liked watching Adikor move, liked watching the muscles in his chest work. Ponter didnt know how he would have survived the loss of his woman-mate Klast without Adikors supportalthough there were still some lonely times. When Two became Onethe latest occurrence of which had just endedAdikor went in to be with his own woman-mate and their child. But Ponters daughters were getting older, and hed hardly seen them this time. Of course, there were plenty of elderly women whose men had died, but women so full of experience and wisdomwomen old enough to vote!would want nothing to do with one as young as Ponter, who had seen only 447 moons.
Still, even if they didnt have much time for him, Ponter had enjoyed seeing his daughters, although
It depended on the light. But sometimes, when the sun was behind her, and she tilted her head just so, Jasmel was the absolute image of her mother. It took Ponters breath away; he missed Klast more than he could say.
Across the room, Adikor was now filling the pool. He was bent over, operating the nozzle, his back to Ponter. Ponter lowered his head onto the disk-shaped pillow and watched.
Some people had cautioned Ponter against moving in with Adikor, and, Ponter was sure, a few of Adikors friends had probably expressed a similar concern to him. It had nothing to do with what had transpired at the Academy; it was simply that working and living together could be an awkward combination. But although Saldak was a large city (its population was over twenty-five thousand, split between Rim and Center), there were only six physicists in it, and three of those were female. Ponter and Adikor both enjoyed talking about their work and debating new theories, and both appreciated having someone who really understood what they were saying.
Besides, they made a good pair in other ways. Adikor was a morning person; he hit the day running and enjoyed drawing the bath. Ponter rallied as the day progressed; he always looked after preparing the evening meal.
Water continued to spray from the nozzle; Ponter liked the sound, a raucous white noise. He let out a contented sigh and climbed out of the bed, the moss growing on the floor tickling his feet. He stepped over to the window and grasped the handles attached to the sheet-metal panel, pulling the shutter off the magnetic window frame. He then reached over his head, placing the shutter in its daytime position, adhering to a metal panel set in the ceiling.
The sun was rising through the trees; it stung Ponters eyes, and he tilted his head down, bringing the front of his jaw to his chest, letting his browridge shade his vision. Outside, a deer was drinking from the brook three hundred paces away. Ponter hunted occasionally, but never in the residential areas; these deer knew they had nothing to fearnot here, not from any of the humans. Off in the distance, Ponter could see the glint of the solar panels spread along the ground by the next house.
Ponter spoke into the air. Hak, he said, calling his Companion implant by the name hed given it, whats the forecast?
Quite lovely, said the Companion. The high today: sixteen degrees; the low tonight, nine. The Companion used a feminine voice. Ponter had recentlyand, he now realized, stupidlyreprogrammed it to use recordings of Klasts voice, taken from her alibi archive, as the basis for the way it spoke. Hed thought hearing the sound of her voice would make him feel less lonely, but instead it tugged at his heart every time his implant talked to him.
No chance of rain, continued his Companion. Winds from twenty-percent deasil, at eighteen thousand paces per daytenth.
Ponter nodded; the implants scanners could easily detect him doing that.
Baths ready, said Adikor from behind him. Ponter turned and saw Adikor slipping into the circular pool recessed into the floor. He started the agitator, and the water roiled around him. Ponternaked, like Adikorwalked over to the pool and slipped in as well. Adikor preferred his water warmer than Ponter did; theyd eventually settled on a compromise temperature of thirty-seven degreesthe same as body temperature.
Ponter used a golbas brush and his hands to clean the parts of Adikor that Adikor himself couldnt reach, or preferred to have Ponter do. Then Adikor helped clean Ponter.
There was much moisture in the air; Ponter breathed deeply, letting it humidify his sinus cavities. Pabo, Ponters large reddish brown dog, came into the room. She didnt like to get wet, so she stayed several paces from the pool. But she clearly wanted to be fed.
Ponter gave Adikor a what can you do? look and hauled himself out of the bath, dripping on the blanket of moss. All right, girl, he said. Just let me get dressed.
Satisfied that her message had been delivered, Pabo padded out of the bedroom. Ponter moved over to the washbasin and selected a drying cord. He gripped the two handles and rolled it from side to side across his back; he then chomped down on one of the cords handles while he dried off his arms and legs. Ponter looked at himself in the square mirror above the washbasin, and used splayed fingers to make sure his hair was deployed properly on either side of his central part.
There was a pile of clean clothes in a corner of the room. Ponter walked over and surveyed the selection. He normally didnt think much about clothing, but if Adikor and he were successful today, one of the Exhibitionists might come look at them. He picked out a charcoal gray shirt, pulled it on, and did up the clasps at the tops of the shoulders, closing the wide gaps. This shirt was a good choice, he thoughtit had been a gift from Klast.
He selected a pant and put it on, slipping his feet into the baggy pouches at the end of each leg. He then cinched the leather ankle and instep ties, producing a comfortable snugness.
Adikor was getting out of the pool now. Ponter glanced at him, then looked down at the display on his own Companion. They really did have to get going; the hover-bus would be along shortly.
Ponter headed out into the main room of the house. Pabo immediately bounded over to him. Ponter reached down and scratched the top of the dogs head. Dont worry, girl, he said. I havent forgotten you.
He opened the vacuum box and pulled out a large, meaty bison bone, saved from last nights dinner. He then set it on the floorthe moss overlain with glass sheets here to make cleanups easierand Pabo began to gnaw at it. Adikor joined Ponter in the kitchen and set about fixing breakfast. He took two slabs of elk meat out of the vacuum box and put them in the laser cooker, which filled with steam to remoisturize the meat. Ponter glanced over, looking through the cookers window, watching the ruby beams crisscrossing in intricate patterns, perfectly grilling every part of the steaks. Adikor filled a bowl with pine nuts and set out mugs of diluted maple syrup, then fetched the now-done steaks.