Healthywell, healthy evening, said Adikor as he came up to Derns home. Dern was seated out on his deck, reading something on an illuminated datapad. A thin mesh between the decks floor and the awning above it kept out insects.
Adikor! said Dern. Come in, come inwatch the flap there; dont let the bugs follow. Will you have drink? Some meat?
Adikor shook his head. No, thank you.
So, what brings you here? asked Dern.
How are your eyes? asked Adikor. Your vision?
Dern flared his nostrils at the odd question. Fine. Ive got lenses, of course, but I dont need them for readingat least not on this pad; I just choose larger symbols.
Go get your lenses, said Adikor. I have something I want to show you.
Dern looked puzzled, but headed into the house. A moment later, he emerged with a pair of lenses connected to a wide elasticized fabric band. He slipped the band over his head, bringing it down to nestle in the furrow behind his browridge. The lenses were on little hinges; he flipped them down over his eyes and looked at Adikor expectantly.
Adikor reached into the pouch attached to the left hip of his pant and pulled out the sheet of thin plastic hed written on this afternoon. Adikor had made the symbols as small as he possibly couldhed had to search for a stylus with a fine-enough point. Scanner resolution had improved since those images of Adikor hitting Ponter had been recorded, but there still was a limit to how much detail could be made out. Adikor had endured cramps in his right hand making ideograms smaller than anyone back at the archive building could possibly read.
Whats this? said Dern. taking the sheet and peering at it. Oh! he exclaimed as he began reading. Really! Do you think? Well, well I cant let you have a new one, of coursenot if theres a good chance youre going to lose it. But Ive got several old ones that are due to be decommissioned; one of those should fit the bill. Adikor nodded. Thank you.
Now, where and when do you need this?
Adikor was about to shush him, but for all his exuberance, Dern was no idiot. He nodded after finding the information he was looking for on the sheet. Yes, thats fine. Ill be there, waiting for you.
After dinner, Ponter and Mary got into Marys car and started driving back toward Sudbury. I enjoyed today, said Ponter. I enjoyed getting out of the city. But I suppose I should now see other places.
Mary smiled. Theres a whole wide world out there waiting to meet you.
I understand, said Ponter. And I must accept my new life as a curiosity.
Mary opened her mouth to protest, but couldnt think of anything to say. Ponter was a curiosity; in a crueler century, hed have ended up as a circus freak. Finally, she just let the comment pass, and said, Our world has a lot of variety. I mean, geographically its no more varied than yours, Im sure, but we have many cultures, many kinds of architecture, many ancient buildings.
I understand that I must travel; that I must contribute, said Ponter. I had thought to stay here, to stay near Sudbury, in case, somehow, the portal reopened, but it has been so many days now. I am sure Adikor has tried; he must, therefore, have failedthe conditions must not be reproducible. Mary could hear reluctant acceptance growing behind his words. Yes, I will go wherever I am expected to go; I will go far from here.
By then they were well away from the lights of the inn and the small village it had been part of. Mary looked out her side window, noticing the sky.
My God, she said.
What? said Ponter.
Look at all those stars! Ive never seen so many! Mary pulled the car over to the side of the country road, getting it well up on the shoulder, out of the way of any traffic that might come along. Ive got to have a look. She got out of her car, and Ponter did the same. Its gorgeous, said Mary, bending her neck backward and looking up.
I always enjoy the night sky, said Ponter.
I never get to see it like this, said Mary. Not in Toronto. She snorted. I live on a street called Observatory Lane, but youre lucky if you can see a few dozen stars on even the darkest winter night.
We do not light up the outside world at night, said Ponter.
Mary shook her head in wonder, imagining not needing to have streetlights, not needing to protect yourself from your own kind. But suddenly her heart jumped. Theres something in the bush, she said softly.
She couldnt really see Ponter as anything more than a vague outline, but she could hear him inhale deeply. Just a raccoon, he said. Nothing to worry about.
Mary relaxed and tipped her head up to look at the stars some more. Her neck creaked a bit as she did so; it wasnt a comfortable posture. But then a memory came back to her from her teenage years. She stepped over to the Neons front, and scooted her rear up onto the hood, then worked her way back until she was leaning comfortably against the windshield on the drivers side. She patted the hood next to her and said, Here, Ponter. Have a seat.
Ponter moved in the dark and made his way up onto the hood as well, the metal groaning as it took his weight. He leaned back against the glass next to Mary.
We used to do this when I was a kid, Mary said. When my father took us camping.
It is a great way to look at the sky, said Ponter.
Isnt it, though? said Mary. She let out a long contented sigh. Look at the Milky Way! Ive never seen it like that!
Milky Way? said Ponter. Oh, I see, yes. We call it the Night River.
Its lovely, said Mary. She looked to her right. Ursa Major sprawled across the sky above the trees.
Ponter turned his head as well. That pattern there, he said. What do you call it?
The Big Dipper, said Mary. Well, at least that partthose seven bright stars. Thats what we call it here in North America. The Brits call it The Plow.
Bleep.
A farming implement.
Ponter laughed. I should have known. We call it the Head of the Mammoth. See? It is a profile. That is his trunk arching out from the block-shaped head.
Oh, yeahI see it. What about that one there? The zigzag shape?
We call it the Cracked Ice, said Ponter.
Yeah. I can see that. We call it Cassiopeia; thats the name of an ancient queen. The shape is supposed to represent her throne.
Umm, does not that pointy part in the middle hurt her bum?
Mary laughed. Now that you mention it She continued to look at the constellation. Say, whats that smudge just below it?
That isI do not know what name you give it; it is the closest large galaxy to ours.
Andromeda! declared Mary. Ive always wanted to see Andromeda! She sighed again and continued to look up at the stars. There were more than shed ever seen in her life. Its so beautiful, she said, andoh, my. Oh, my! Whats that?
Ponters face was now slightly illuminated. The night lights, he said.
Night lights? You mean the northern lights?
They are associated with the pole, yes.
Wow, said Mary. The northern lights! Ive never seen them before, either.
There was surprise in Ponters voice. You havent?
No. I mean, I live in Toronto. Thats farther south than Portland, Oregon. It was a factoid that often astonished Americans, but probably didnt mean a thing to Ponter.
I have seen them thousands of times, said Ponter. But I never tire of them. They were both quiet for a time, enjoying the rippling curtains of light. Is it common for your people to have not seen them?
I guess, said Mary. I mean, therere not many of us who live in the extreme northor south, for that matter.
Perhaps that explains it, said Ponter.