Mary looked around, taking in the location: on one side, there were large aspens mixed in with thin birch trees, covered with papery white bark; on the other, a lake. Mallard ducks were floating on the lake, and a black squirrel scampered across the ground. Running into the lake was a babbling brook.
Its beautiful, said Mary.
Yes, said Ponter, excitedly. Of course, the vegetation is completely different on my Earth. I mean, the plants are mostly of the same types, but the specific places where they are growing are not the same. But the rock outcrops are very similarand that boulder in the brook! How I know that boulder! I have often sat atop it reading.
Ponter had run a short distance away from Mary. Hereright here!is where our back door is. And over herethis is our eating room. He ran some more. And the bedroom is right here, right beneath my feet. He made a sweeping motion with his arm. That is the view we have from the bedroom.
Mary followed his gaze. And you can see mammoths out there in your world?
Oh, yes. And deer. And elk.
Mary was wearing a loose-fitting top and lightweight slacks. Didnt the mammoths overheat in the summer, what with all that fur?
They shed most of their fur in summer, Ponter said, coming over to stand nearer to her. He closed his eyes. The sounds, he said wistfully. The rustle of the leaves, the buzz of insects, the brook, andthere!you hear it? The call of a loon. He shook his head slightly in wonder. It sounds the same. He opened his eyes, and Mary could see that his golden irises were surrounded now by pink. So close, he said, his voice trembling a bit. So very close. If only I could He shut his eyes again, hard, and his whole body jerked slightly, as if he were trying by an effort of will to cross the timelines.
Mary felt her heart breaking. It must be awful, she thought, to be torn from your own world and dumped somewhere elsesomewhere, so similar, yet so alien. She lifted her hand, not quite sure what she intended to do. He turned to her, and she couldnt say, she didnt know, she wasnt sure which of them had moved first toward the other, but suddenly she had her arms wrapped around his broad torso, and his head was resting against her shoulder, and his body was shuddering up and down, and he cried and cried and cried, while Mary stroked his long, blond hair.
Mary tried to remember the last time shed seen a man cry. It had been Colm, she supposednot over any of the problems with their marriage; no, those had been borne in stony silence. But when Colms mother had died. Even then, hed tried to put on a brave face, letting only a few tears trickle out. But Ponter was crying now without shame, crying for the world hed lost, the lover hed lost, the children hed lost, and Mary let him cry until he was good and ready to stop.
When he did, he looked up at her, and opened his mouth. Shed expected Hak to translate his words as, I am sorryisnt that what a man is supposed to say after crying, after letting his guard down, after wallowing in emotion? But no, thats not what came forth. Ponter simply said, Thank you. Mary smiled warmly at him, and he smiled back.
Jasmel Ket started her day by heading off to find Lurt, Adikors woman.
Not surprisingly, Lurt was in her chemistry lab, hard at work. Healthy day, said Jasmel, coming through the square door.
Jasmel? What are you doing here?
Adikor asked me to come by.
Is he all right?
Oh, yes. Hes fine. But he needs a favor.
For him, anything, said Lurt.
Jasmel smiled. I was hoping you would say that.
It had taken longer to hike from Marys car to the location of Ponters home than Mary had expected, and, of course, just as long to hike back. By the time they did reach her car, it was after 7:00 P.M.
They were both quite hungry after all that walking, and, as they drove along, Mary suggested they get something to eat. When they came to a little country inn, with a sign advertising that it served venison, Mary pulled over. How does this look? she asked.
I am no adjudicator of such things, said Ponter. What kind of food do they provide?
Venison.
Bleep. What is that?
Deer.
Deer! exclaimed Ponter. Yes, deer would be wonderful!
Ive never had venison myself, Mary said.
You will enjoy it, said Ponter.
The inns dining room only had six tables, and no one else was eating just now. Mary and Ponter sat opposite each other, a white candle burning between them. The main course took almost an hour to arrive, but she, at least, enjoyed some buttered pumpernickel bread beforehand. Mary had wanted an appetizer Caesar salad, but she felt self-conscious enough about having garlic breath when eating with regular humans; she certainly didnt want to risk it with Ponter. Instead, she had the house salad, with a sun-dried-tomato vinaigrette. Ponter also had a house salad, and although he left behind the croutons, he seemed to enjoy everything else.
Mary had also ordered a glass of the house red, which turned out to be eminently potable. May I try that? Ponter asked when it arrived.
Mary was surprised. Hed declined when offered some of Louises wine at dinner back at Reubens house. Sure, said Mary.
She handed him the glass, and he took a small sip, then winced. It has a sharp flavor, he said.
Mary nodded. You get to like it, she said.
Ponter handed the glass back to her. Perhaps one would, he said. Mary slowly finished the wine, enjoying the rustic, charming innand the company of this gentle man.
The balding innkeeper obviously knew who Ponter was; his appearance, after all, was striking, and Ponter was speaking softly in his own language, so that Hak could translate his words. Finally, it clearly got to be too much for the man. Im sorry, he said, coming to their table, but Mr. Ponter, could I have your autograph?
Mary heard Hak bleep, and Ponter raised his eyebrow. Autograph, said Mary. Thats your own name, written out. People collect such things from celebrities. Another bleep. Celebrities, repeated Mary. Famous people. Thats what you are.
Ponter looked at the man, astonished. II would be honored, he said at last.
The man handed Ponter a pen, then flipped over the little pad he used for taking orders, exposing its white cardboard back. He placed it on the table in front of Ponter.
You usually write a few words in addition to your name, said Mary. Best wishes, or something like that.
The innkeeper nodded. Yes, please.
Ponter shrugged, clearly stunned by it all, and then made a series of symbols in his own language. He handed the pad and the pen back to the man, who scurried away, delighted.
Youve made his day, Mary said after he disappeared.
Made his day? repeated Ponter, not getting the idiom.
I mean, he will always remember today because of you.
Ah, said Ponter, smiling at her over the candle. And I will always remember this day because of you.
Chapter 41
Assuming Lurt could pull it off, Adikor would have access to the quantum-computing lab tomorrow. But he needed to make some arrangements before then.
Saldak was a big town, but Adikor knew most of the scientists and engineers on its Rim, and a good fraction of those who lived in the Center. In particular, hed become friends with one of the engineers who maintained the mining robots. Dern Kord was a fat and jolly manthere were those who said he let robots do too much of his work. But a robot was just what this job called for. Adikor set out to see Dern; now that it was evening, Dern should be home from work.
Derns house was large and rambling; the tree that formed the bulk of its shape must have been a thousand months old, dating to the very beginnings of modern arboriculture.