She started for Keoki next but he glared at her so fiercely she turned away. "Maybe
I'm not doing this right. But this is what Ke-ola did, isn't it?"
"I think they're a little distracted, sis," her brother said.
She looked at the glum and only slightly hopeful faces of the people crowded into the lounge. "Yeah, I guess it could have a dampening effect on a party," she said aloud. "Plus they're worried about-"
"Cally here." The colonel's brusque voice sounded even harsher than it had before.
"What do you need now, Madame Algemeine?"
"We have some of the survivors from New Puna here and they are wondering how the other settlements fared, Colonel," Marmie explained.
"The short version is: they didn't. I don't have an exact body count but anybody who wasn't crushed was fried, as far as I can see. There's nothing you can do for any of these people, ma'am. I strongly suggest you get the-heck-out of here before the next shower starts. I certainly intend to."
Cally's face in the large comscreens at each corner was trying to look cool and in command but his left eyelid blinked nervously. It was very clear he wanted the whole incident to be over and done with and to see the last of the Piaf and her pesky crew.
"Very well, Colonel. I shall of course take your advice. I also intend to recommend to the Federation that no further settlement be allowed on this world. It is obviously too unstable for human habitation."
"Right. You do that little thing, Madame. Cally out."
Wow, he was a bit upset, wasn't he? Ronan remarked to his sister. He didn't argue with Marmie, didn't say anything about our guests, nothing.
He probably would have made us send them back down to let the meteors have another go at them if it was anybody but Marmie on this ship, Murel replied with a hostile glance at the now vacant comscreen. I think he was lying about searching for other survivors too. Did you see how his eye twitched?
The people around them had been murmuring during their exchange, those closest to the com screen relaying what was being said back to the others.
The murmur escalated to a mutter, then to shouting. Then a long wail cut through all of it, accompanied by shrieks and sobs from others.
An old woman was pulling at her long gray hair, her fingers bloody from the wounds her nails made on her scalp. The hair falling into her contorted face was soon soaked with her tears. Ke-ola knelt beside her and put his arm around her.
Later he told the twins that the woman was his auntie on his father's side. She had a daughter and five grandchildren in one of the settlements Cally had pronounced lost.
The elder to whom Murel had given the lei rocked back and forth moaning, twisting the flowers to shreds in her fingers.
Keoki sat glowering at first, and then, when Leilani touched him on the shoulder, rose and helped her try to comfort the others.
"Blankets, I think," Marmie said to Purser Carnegie. He had been standing by the cartloads of food until the conversation with Cally was over. Now he tried to appear calm as he awaited his orders. "Then some fairly stiff drinks and sedatives for the worst cases. When they have quieted a bit, the ones who are still awake will probably be able to eat the food."
"We have plenty for the one hundred and fifty humans and ten sea turtles I have counted among our guests, Madame, and comfortable sleeping quarters are being provided."
"Excellent," Marmie said, "but I would not be surprised if for the time being the guests preferred more communal arrangements so that they might remain close to each other."
"Very insightful of you, Madame. Should that be the case, appropriate bedding will be provided for them here." He gave a little bow and left.
The twins were standing close to Marmie at the time or they wouldn't have heard what was said. The younger children had picked up on the distress of the adults and started shrieking and crying too. All of a sudden things were far beyond the control of the people in charge. The young ones, whether frantically clutched in a smothering embrace or ignored, were terrified. Taking cover from a meteor storm was exciting when adults were there to assure them that everything was all right.
When the adults were crying, everything was clearly out of control.
Murel helped Purser Carnegie's staff pass out blankets and warm drinks. Presently she noticed that the children's sobs began to subside. A moment later she heard a distinct giggle, and even a laugh. Startled, she looked up to see Sky peering out from behind one child, teasing another.
Good work, Sky, she told the otter. Maybe if the kids calm down, the adults will too.
Though they have enough to cry about, it's true.
Otters do not cry, Sky told her. Then, after a moment in which he seemed to consider his statement, asked, Is crying the noise the new people are making?
Yes, she said.
Otters do not cry and otters would not like to cry. Otters like to play.
Yes you do, and very good at it you are too, she said, smiling when she looked at him.
The child behind whom the otter was hiding waved her over and pointed at Sky.
"Your aumakua is very friendly. You must take very good care of him."
"We take care of each other," she said. "What's aumakua mean? It's part of Ke ola's last name, I know."
"And ours. Honu'aumakua," the little one said. "That's us because the Honu is our aumakua. Is this furry little fellow yours? What's he called?"
"Sky. He's an otter. A river otter originally but then he became a sky otter, when he flew in a helicopter."
"So is your name Sky'aumakua or Otter'aumakua?"
"Neither one, it's Shongili. Are your people named after a friendly animal usually?"
"My family is named for the Honu," the child said, as if the question baffled her.
While Murel distracted herself with the little one, a loud argument broke out among some of the guests. Ke-ola was in the thick of it, he, Keoki, and Leilani shouting and gesturing.
They were arguing in their own language so Murel couldn't make it out. What's the matter with them? she asked the Honu.
They will not leave this place. Others remain outside, below. They die.
Well, yeah, there were others but… Realizing it was useless standing there having a telepathic argument with a sea turtle, she walked over to the group, dodging the gesticulating hands, and asked Ke-ola, "What are you fighting about?"
"I told them there's nothing to be gained from everyone staying behind, that Petaybee may be a cold place but it's better than here. But they say-"
So much for our diplomatic persuasive tactics, Murel thought.
"We say," Leilani put in, "that if the company abandons the planet and we go off with you, what if some of our people did survive underground somewhere? They can't live on what the planet alone provides. There may be others, like us, who hid belowground to escape the meteors. They'll starve to death if we just abandon them."
"But we'll starve to death too if we stay," Ke-ola said. "Oh, sure, Madame would leave us food and water and even see that more are delivered later, but without regular supply runs, we can't survive here."
"Wait," Murel said. "I thought you were the only people left alive, and we know that because the Honu knows about that kind of thing."
"Honus know what affects their own people," Ke-ola told her. "With people who are guarded by other aumakuas, Honus don't know so much."
"Fine time to find out they don't know everything," Murel said. "So what do we do now, Ke-ola?"
"The ship and our people stay in orbit. I will take a shuttle back to Halau and explore the waterways and underground. Madame can leave me a way to communicate, and I can let her know if I find someone."
Ronan said, "That's a pretty pathetic plan, Ke-ola. That's about as good as Mum wanting to stay behind with Marmie's yacht while everybody else got in lifeboats to escape the volcano. I know you feel bad about the people who died-or are missing-but…"