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"Yeah, in the First Dome." Half unconsciously, Ewen had spoken the words with capital letters, and MacAran thought how human a trait it was to establish location and orientation at once. Three days they had been here and already this first shelter was the First Dome, and the field shelter for the wounded was the Hospital.

There were no seats inside the plastic dome, but some canvas groundsheets and empty supply boxeshad been set around and someone had brought a folding chair down for Captain Leicester. Next to him, Camilla Del Rey sat on a box with a lapboard and notebook on her knees; a tall, slender, dark-haired girlwith a long, jagged cut across her

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cheek, mended with plastic clips. She was wrapped in the warm fatigue uniform of a crewmember, but she had shucked the heavy parka-like top and wore only a thin, clinging cotton shirt beneath it. MacAran shifted his eyes from her, quickly--
 
damn it, what was she up to, sitting around in what amounted to her underwear in front of half the crew! At a time like this it wasn't decent...
then, looking at the girl's drawn and wounded face, he absolved her. She was hot--it
 
was
 
hot is here now--and she was, after all, on duty, and had a right to be comfortable.

If anyone's out of line it's me, eyeing a girl like this at a time like this... .

Stress. That's all it is. There are too damn many things it's not safe to remember or think about... .

Captain Leicester raised his gray head.
 
He looks like death,
 
MacAran thought,
 
probably he hasn'tslept since the crash either
 
. He asked the Del Rey girl, "Is that everyone?"

"I think so" the Captain said, "Ladies, gentlemen. We won't waste time on formalities, and for the duration of this emergency the protocols of etiquette are suspended. Since my recording officer is in the hospital, Officer Del Rey has kindly agreed to act as communications recorder for this meeting. First of all; I have called you together, a representative from every group, so that each of you can speak to your crews with authority about what is happening and we can minimize the growth of rumors and uninformed gossip about our position. And anywhere that more than twenty-five people are gathered, as I remember from my Pensacola days, rumors and gossip start up. So let's get your information here, and not rely on what somebody told someone else's best friend a few hours ago and what somebody else heard in the mess room--all right? Engineering; let's begin with you. What's the situation with the drives?"

The Chief Engineer--his name was Patrick, but MacAran didn't know him personally--stood up. Hewas a lanky gaunt man who resembled the folk hero Lincoln. "Bad." he said laconically. "I'm not sayingthey can't be fixed, but the whole drive room is a shambles. Give us a week to sort it out, and we canestimate how long it will take to fix the drives. Once the mess is cleared away, I'd

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say three weeks to a month. But I'd hate to have my year's salary depend on how close I came inside

that estimate."

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Leicester said' "But it
 
can
 
be fixed? It's not hopelessly wrecked?"

"I wouldn't think so." Patrick said. "hell, it better not be! We may need to prospect for fuels, but with the big converter that's no problem, any kind of hydrocarbon will do--even cellulose. That's for energy-conversion in the life-support system, of course; the drive itself works on anti-matter implosions." He became more technical, but before MacAran got too hopelessly lost, Leicester stopped him.

"Save it, Chief. The important thing is, you're saying
 
it can be fixed
 
, preliminary estimated lime

three to six weeks. Officer Del Rey, what's the status on the bridge?"

"Mechanics are in there now, Captain, they're using cutting torches to get out the crumpled metal.

The computer cobsole is a mess, but the main banks are all right, and so is the library system."

"What's the worst damage there?"

"We'll need new seats and straps all through the bridge cabin--the mechanics can handle that. And of course we'll have to re-program our destination from the new location, but once we find out exactly where we are, that should be simple enough from the Navigation systems."

"Then there's nothing hopeless there either?"

"It's honestly too early to say, Captain, but I shouldn't think so. Maybe it's wishful thinking, but I

haven't given up yet."

Captain Leicester said, "Well, just now things look about as bad as they can; I suspect we're alltending to look on the grim side. Maybe that's good; anything better than the worst will be a pleasantsurprise. Where's Dr. Di Asturien? Medic?"

Ewen Ross stood up. `The Chief didn't feel he could leave, sir; he's got a crew working to salvageall remaining medical supplies. He sent me. There have been no more deaths and all the dead are buried. So far there is no sign of any unusual illness of unknown origin, but we are still checking air and soilsamples, and will continue to do so, for the purpose of classifying known and unknown bacteria. Also--"

"Go on."

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"The Chief wants orders issued about using only the assigned latrine areas, Captain. He pointed out that we're carrying all sorts of bacteria in our own bodies which might damage the local flora and fauna, and we can manage to disinfect the latrine areas fairly thoroughly--but we should take precautions against infecting outside areas."

"A good point," Leicester said. "Ask someone to have the orders posted, Del Rey. And put a security man to make sure everybody knows where the latrines are, and uses them. No taking a leak in the woods just because you're there and there aren't any anti-littering laws:"

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Camilla Del Rey said, "Suggestion, Captain. Ask the cooks to do the same with the garbage, for a

while, anyhow."

"Disinfect it? Good point. Lovat, what's the status on the food synthesizers,"

"Accessible and working, sir, at least temporarily. It might not be a bad idea, though, to check indigenous food supplies and make sure we
 
can
 
eat the local fruits and roots if we have to. If it goes on the blink--and it was never intended to run for long periods in planetary gravities--it will be too late to start testing the local vegetation
 
then
 
." Judith Lovat, a small, sturdily built woman in her late thirties with the green emblem of Life-support systems on her smock, glanced toward the door of the dome. "The planet seems to be widely forested; there should be something we can eat, with the oxygen--nitrogen system of this air. Chlorophyll and photosynthesis seem to be pretty much the same on all M-type planets and the end product is usually some form of carbohydrate with amino acids:"

"I'm going to put a botanist right on it," Captain Leicester said, "which brings me to you, MacAran.

Did you get any useful information from the hilltop?"

MacAran stood up. He said, "I would have gotten more if we'd landed in the plains--assuming thereare any on this planet--but I did get a few things. First, we're about a thousand feet above sea level here,and definitely in the Northern hemisphere, but not too many degrees of latitude off the Equator,considering that the Sun runs high in the sky. We seem to be in the foothills of an enormous mountainrange, and the mountains are old enough to be forested--that is, no active apparent volcanoes

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in sight, and no mountains which look like the result of volcanic activity within the last few millennia. It's

not a young planet."

"Signs of life?" Leicester asked.

"Birds in plenty. Small animals, perhaps mammals but I'm not sure. More kinds of trees than I knew how to identify. A good many of them were a kind of conifer, but there seemed to be hardwoods too, of a kind, and some bushes with various seeds and things. A botanist could tell you a lot more. No signs of any kind of artifact, however, no signs that anything has ever been cultivated or touched. As far as I can tell, the planet's untouched by human--or any other--hands. But of course we may be in the middle of the equivalent of the Siberian steppes or the Gobi desert--way, way off the beaten track."

He paused, then said, "About twenty miles due east of here, there's a prominent mountain peak--youcan't miss it--from which we could take sightings, and get some rough estimate of the planet's mass, evenwithout elabo-rate instruments, We might also sight for rivers, plains, water supply, or any signs ofcivilization."

Camilla Del Rey said, "From space there was no sign of life."

Moray, the heavy swarthy man who was the official representative of Earth Expeditionary, and ischarge of the Colonists, said quietly, "Don't you mean no signs of a technological civilization, Officer? Remember, until a scant four centuries ago, a starship approaching Earth could not have seen any signs ofintelligent life there, either."

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Captain Leicester said curtly' "Even if there is some form of pre-technological civilization, that isequivalent to no civilization at all, and whatever form of life there may be here, sapient or not, is not ofany consequences to our purpose. They could give us no help in repairing our ship, and provided we arecareful not to contaminate their ecosystems, there is no reason to approach them and create cultureshock."

"I agree with your last statement" Moray said slowly, "but I would like to raise one question you

have not yet mentioned, Captain. permission?"

Leicester granted, "First thing I said was that we're suspending protocol for the duration-go ahead."

"What's being done to check this planet out for habitability,

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in the event the drives
 
can't
 
be repaired, and we're stuck here?"

MacAran felt a moment of shock which stopped him cold, then a small surge of relief. Someone had

said it. Someone else was thinking about it. He hadn't had to be the one to bring it up.

But on Captain Leicester's face the shock had not gone away; it had frozen into a stiff cold anger.

"There's very little chance of that."

Moray got heavily to his feet. "Yes. I heard what your crew was saying, but I'm not entirelyconvinced. I think that we should start, at once, to take inventory of what we have, and what is here, inthe event that we are marooned here permanently."

"Impossible," Captain Leicester said harshly. "Are you trying to say you know more than my crew

about the condition of our ship, Mr. Moray?"

"No. I don't know a damn thing about starships, don't know as I particularly want to. But I know
 
wreckage
 
when I see it. I know a good third of your crew is dead, including some important technicians. I heard officer Del Rey say that she thought--she only
 
thought--
 
that the navigational computer could be fixed, and I do know that nobody can navigate a M-AM drive in interstellar space without a computer. We've got to take it into account that this ship may not be going
 
anywhere.
 
And in that case, we won't be going anywhere either. Unless we've got some boy genius who can build an interstellar communications satellite in the next five years with the local raw materials and the handful of people we have here, and send a message back to Earth, or to the Alpha Centauri or Coronis colonies to come and fetch their little lost sheep."

Camilla Del Rey said in a low voice, "Just what are you trying to do, Mr. Moray? Demoralize us

further? Frighten us?"

"No. I'm trying to be realistic."

Leicester said, making a noble effort to control the fury that congested his face, "I think you're out of

order, Mr. Moray. Our first order of business is to repair the ship, and for that purpose it may be

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necessary to draft every man,
 
including
 
the passengers from your Colonists group. We cannot spare

large groups of men for remote contingencies," he added emphatically, "so if

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that was a request, consider it denied. Is there any other business?"

Moray did not sit down. "What happens then if six weeks from now we discover that you
can't
 
fix

your ship? Or six months?"

Leicester drew a deep breath. MacAran could see the desperate weariness in his face and his effortnot to betray it. "I suggest we cross that bridge if, and when, we see it in the distance, Mr. Moray. Thereis a very old proverb that says, sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. I don't believe that a delay of sixweeks will make all that difference in resigning ourselves to hopelessness and death. As for me, I intendto live, and to take this ship home again, and anyone who starts defeatist talk will have to reckon withme. Do I make myself clear?"

Moray was evidently not satisfied; but something, perhaps only the Captain's will, kept him quiet. He

lowered himself into his seat still scowling.