They discovered a nipple set into the back of the cave. When squeezed, it eluded the same milky substance they had seen earlier. They tasted it, but decided to stick to their supplies until there was nothing left. This was the milk of Gaea Meistersinger had told Cirocco about. Undoubtedly it fed the angels.
The hours slowly turned into days, the chess games into tournaments. Gaby won most of them. They invented new games with words and numbers, and Gaby won most of those, too. What with all they had been through together, the things that drew them close and the things that pulled them apart, Cirocco's reservations and Gaby's pride, it was not until the third day that they made love.
It happened during one of the times they were both just staring at the faintly luminescent ceiling, listening to the wind howling outside. They were bored, too energetic, and slightly stir-crazy. Cirocco was spinning an endless stream of rationalizations through her head: Reasons Why I Should Not Get Physically Intimate With Gaby. (A)...
She couldn't remember (A). It had made sense not to until a few days ago. Why didn't it now?
There was the situation; surely that had colored her judgement. She had never been so intimate with another human being. For three days they had been in constant physical contact. She would wake up in Gaby's arms, wet and excited. What was worse, Gaby could not help knowing it. They could smell changes in each other's mood.
. But Gaby had said she didn't want her unless Cirocco could return her love. Hadn't she? No. She thought back over it and realized all Gaby had said she required was a sincere enthusiasm on Cirocco's part; she would not accept lovemaking as therapy to ease her own pain.
All right. Cirocco had the enthusiasm. She had never felt it so strongly. She was holding back essentially because she was not homosexual, she was bisexual with a strong preference for the male sex, and felt she should not get involved with a woman who loved her unless she felt she could carry through beyond the first act of love.
Which had to qualify as the silliest thing she had ever heard.
Words, words, just stupid words. Listen to your body, and listen to your heart.
Her body had no reservations left, and her heart had only one. She turned over and straddled Gaby. They kissed, and Cirocco began to stroke her.
"I can't say I love you and be honest about it, because I'm not sure I'd know what it felt like with a woman. I'd die defending you, and your welfare is more important to me than any other human being. I've never had a friend as good as you. If that isn't enough, I'll stop."
"Don't stop."
"When I loved a man, once, I wanted to have his children. What I feel for you is very close to what I felt then, but it doesn't have that. I desire you... oh, so bad I can't even express it. But I can't say for sure that I love you."
Gaby smiled.
"Life is full of disappointments." She put her arms around Cirocco and pulled her down.
For five days the wind howled outside. On the sixth, the thaw began, and lasted until the seventh day.
it was dangerous to go out during the thaw. Chunks of ice came crashing down from above, making a terrible racket. When it stopped, they emerged, blinking, into a world that was cool, and shining with water, and whispering to them.
They worked their way out to the top of the nearest tree, heard the whispering grow louder. As the smaller branches began to bend beneath their weight, they entered a gentle rain: big drops falling in slow motion from leaf to leaf.
The air in the center of the column was clear, but all around them, as far as they could see, the walls were wreathed in rain- bows as the melted ice worked its way down through the foliage to the new lake on the spoke floor.
"What now?" Gaby asked.
"In. In, and up. We've lost a lot of time."
Gaby nodded. "I don't mind, you know that, as long as it's where you're going. But would you tell me once more-why? "
Cirocco was about to say it was a stupid question, but realized it was not. She had admitted to Gaby during their long incarceration that she no longer believed she would find anyone in control at the hub. She did not know herself when she had stopped believing it.
"I made a promise to Meistersinger," she said. "And now I have no further secrets from you. Not one."
Gaby frowned. "A promise to do what?"
"To see if there is anything I can do to stop the war between the Titanides and the angels. I didn't tell anyone about it. I'm not sure why. "
"I see. Do you think there's anything you can do?"
"No." Gaby said nothing, but continued to search her eyes. "I have to give it a try. Why are you looking at me like that?"
Gaby shrugged. "No reason. I'll just be curious to know your reasons for going on after we find the angels. We will he going on, won't we?"
"I suppose so. Somehow it seems like the right thing to do."
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The world was an endless series of trees to climb. Each was a variation on the same problem, as different as snowflakes, yet with a numbing sameness. What communication was needed to get through them could be accomplished by hand motions and grunts. They became a perfect tree-climbing machine, one body moving forever upward. They climbed for twelve hours at a stretch. When they camped, they slept like the dead.
Below them, the floor opened and a sea of water fell over Rhea. It remained open for a few weeks, then closed when the roof opened and the frigid winds blew once more, forcing them to take shelter. Five days of darkness and they were out again, and climbing.
They were six days past their third winter when they saw their first angel. They stopped climbing, and watched him watching them.
He was near the top of the tree, indistinct through the branches. They had beard angels walling before, sometimes followed by the sound of giant wings flapping. Still, so far, Cirocco's knowledge of angels was limited to one frozen moment when she had seen one impaled on a Titanide spear.
He was smaller than Gaby, with a huge chest and spindly
arms and legs. He had claws instead of feet. MS wings emerged just above his hips so that in flight he would be prone with the same amount of weight on each side of the wings. Folded, they reached over his head with the tips trailing below the branch he perched on. The flight surfaces on his legs, arms, and tall were neatly folded.
Having noted all those differences, Cirocco had to admit that the most startling thing about him was his humanness. He looked like a child dying of malnutrition, but it was a human child.
Gaby glanced at Cirocco, who shrugged, then motioned for her to be ready for anything. She took a step forward.
The angel shrieked and danced backward. His wings unfolded to their full nine-meter span and he poised, beating them lazily to remain on branches too thin to hold his weight.
"We'd just like to talk to you." She held out her hands. The angel shrieked again, and was gone. They could bear the roaring of his wings as he gained altitutde.
Gaby looked at Cirocco. She raised one eyebrow and made a motion with one hand, questioningly.
"Right. Up"
"Captain."
Ciracco froze instantly. Ahead, Gaby was jerked to a stop as the rope between them grew taut.
"What?" Gaby asked.
"Quiet. Listen."
They waited, and in a few minutes the call came again. This time, Gaby heard it, too.
"It couldn't be Gene," Gaby whispered.
"Calvin?" As soon as she said it, she recognized the voice. It was oddly changed, but she knew it.
"April. "
"Right," came the reply, though Cirocco had not said it very loud. "Talk?"
"Of course I want to talk. Where the hell are you?"
"Below. I see you. Don't come back."
"Why not? Dammit, April, we've been hoping you'd turn up for months. August has been going crazy." Cirocco was frowning. Something was wrong, and she wanted to know what it was.
"I come to you, or not at all. You come to me, I fly away."
She perched in the small branches, twenty meters from the two women. Even at that distance Cirocco could make out her face, exactly like August's. She was an angel, and Cirocco was sick.
She seemed to have trouble speaking. There were long pauses between sentences.