The Wind After Time: Book One of the Shadow Warrior Trilogy (11 page)

“Thank you for informing me.”

• • •

The ship lowered into the water like a suspicious matron into a bathtub, and Wolfe heard hissing through the outside mikes as the atmosphere-seared hull sent steam boiling. On secondary drive the ship cruised into the harbor and down a row of buoys, some with yachts, others with starcraft moored to them. It found the assigned buoy, and mag-grapples shot out.

“Diamant Subcontrol advised there are anchors available for an additional fee, which they recommend in the event of a storm. Should I signal for them? I have no familiarity with such gear.”

“Disregard. They’re getting enough of our credits as is. Instructions: If I am not in the ship and a storm does blow up, take whatever measures are necessary to keep yourself safe, including lifting off.”

“Understood. We are now landed.”

Artificial gravity went off, and Wolfe’s inner ear complained slightly. The ship moved gently to wave-rhythm.

“Open up and let’s see what we’ve got,” Wolfe said.

The ship opened the lock and slid the retractable loading platform below it. Joshua walked out onto it. He was about two feet above the ocean.

The water was blue, calm, peaceful, and the sun glared white on the rooftops of Diamant. A breeze ruffled the water like a mother’s fingers, then passed on. It was a day, and a world, that said that nothing much mattered beyond the moment.

“Hey, Cap’n!” The voice came from a gaily painted boat that to Joshua’s surprise looked as if it were built of wood. Its owner had close-cropped hair and freckles and looked about fourteen. She was slim-built and wore shorts and a baggy exercise shirt with
LIBANOS WATER TAXIS
on it.

“You need to go ashore?”

“In a bit.”

The young woman expertly gunned her boat toward the
Grayle
’s platform, reversed the drive, and let it drift up until a fender touched the ship.

“What’s a bit? If you’re coming now, fine. Otherwise I’ll come back on my next run.”

Joshua didn’t answer; he walked back into the ship, touched a blank wall, and took coins from the drawer that slotted out. He went back out.

“What’s your hourly?”

“Two credits.” The girl grinned. “More if I think you’re good for it.”

Joshua sent the coins spinning through the air, reflections bouncing off the water. The girl caught them one-handed and made them disappear.

“I’m yours for … two hours. What do you want? The grand tour?”

“As soon as customs comes out to clear me.”

The girl laughed raucously. “Captain, there isn’t any customs on Trinité. They’ve already checked your credit balance before they let you land, especially here in the harbor. If you’re solvent, you’re welcome. I hope you’re not carrying anything real contagious. My shots aren’t up to date.”

“Healthy as two horses. You are …?”

“You can call me Thetis.”

Joshua grinned. “You pick that yourself, or did somebody with a crystal ball come up with it?”

“My grandfather gave it to me. Said he never liked what I’d been birth-named with.” She shrugged. “I don’t even remember my other name now.”

“My name’s Joshua Wolfe. Hang on while I grab a couple of things.”

• • •

The
Grayle
’s lock hissed shut behind Joshua, and the platform retracted as soon as he’d stepped into Thetis’s boat. He wore white trousers, deck shoes, a light green shirt, and a coarsely woven silk windbreaker. He did not appear armed.

“Where to?”

“Like you said, the grand tour. I’d like to get an idea of what the island’s like. Never been here before.”

Thetis put the boat into drive and sent it hissing away, its wake purling white. The boat looked very old-fashioned, about eighteen feet long with a covered foredeck, a glass windshield, and three rows of seats. The hull was lacquered, and the detail was gleaming white.

“Is this real wood?”

“It is,” the girl said. “Hand-laid by Granddad, but now I’m the one who’s got to keep it afloat. Keeps me busy, but I don’t mind. Wood feels different than resin or even metal. I wouldn’t trade
Dolphin
for anything.” Without a noticeable pause she asked, “You on vacation?”

“Why else would anybody come here?”

“Lots of reasons,” Thetis said.

“Such as?”

The girl looked at him, then away at the harbor. “My grandfather said, when he turned the boat over to me, never to ask the customers more than they want to say and tell ‘em even less.”

“Your grandfather sounds like he’s been around.”

“And then some. He mostly raised me. He said I didn’t need to go to Diamant’s schools as long as I passed his teachings. I guess I did all right.”

“Who was Thetis’s father?”

“Ask me a hard one. Nereus. His folks were Pontus and Gaea.”

“Where are your forty-nine sisters?”

The grin vanished from the girl’s lips.

“They didn’t live through the war,” she said tonelessly. “Any more’n my mother and father did. My grandfather tracked me down in a crèche.”

“Sorry,” Joshua said, apologizing. “I lost my own folks when the war started.”

The girl nodded but didn’t respond. After a moment: “Diamant,” she began, “has about fifty thousand legal residents, maybe sixty now. There’s about double that who’re visitors, or who have job permits, or who’re just here without bothering anybody. The island’s industries are tourism, fishing — ”

“I read the Baedeker coming in,” Joshua interrupted. “How many casinos does Diamant have now?”

The girl turned. “Now I’ve got your ID. You didn’t look like a banker on the run or somebody here to toast his toes. You a pro or just somebody who likes the action?”

“Only a man who’s interested in the sporting life.”

“You just gave me the rest of it,” she said with satisfaction. “Granddad says that anybody who’s careful of what he says about gaming generally is somebody who’ll make you a bet he can make the jack of diamonds jump out of the deck and piddle in your ear, and you’d best not play with him unless you want a real wet ear.

“We’ve got five big casinos, plus there’s who knows how many quiet games or even full-scale joints. There’s enough action to keep anybody happy. You see all those islands?” She pointed out away from the harbor. “Those are all private. Could be anything on any of them. The Diamant Council doesn’t care much once somebody buys or leases them. If there’s complaints or troubles, they’ll send somebody out to see what’s going on and levy a fine if it’s real bad.”

“Do gamblers have to register?”

“They’re supposed to. But nobody bothers. What kind of gaming you looking for?”

“Thetis, anybody ever tell you don’t act like — what, fourteen?”

“Fifteen next month. Thanks, mister. Nobody with a sure fix on anything wants to be a kid any longer than she has to, right?”

Joshua inclined his head in agreement. “You ever hear of anybody named Sutro? He’s supposedly a resident.”

“Nope. But I don’t ask much, either.”

Joshua took a bill from his pocket, folded it, and tucked it in the girl’s coverall. She looked down into the pocket and looked surprised.

“That’s just for asking?”

“It is. But ask quietly.”

“Mister Wolfe, I don’t do
anything
noisily. It doesn’t pay to attract attention unless you want to. I’ll find out and get back to you.

“You still want the tour?”

“I paid for it, I’m going to get it,” Joshua said, and lounged back on the brightly colored canvas seat.

The girl looked at him speculatively, then went on with her description of the scenic wonders of Morne-des-Esses.

• • •

“Here,” Thetis said as Joshua stepped out of the boat onto the dock, and handed him what appeared to be a thick calling card. “Press on the little boat symbol if you need transportation, and that’ll buzz me. Twenty-four-hour call.” Without waiting for a response, she tapped the drive into gear and shot away.

Joshua turned to the gangplank and stretched like a great cat in the sun, then went up the cleated ramp.

A man who, with his baggy multistriped pants and cotton shirt that reaffirmed that he really was on
TRINITÉ, SO BEAUTIFUL GOD SHOULD HAVE QUIT HERE,
could only be a tourist was staring into the back end of an elaborate camera. The camera sat on a tripod of absurdly thin and shiny metal that should never have supported its weight.

The camera was focused on a woman at the edge of the dock. She was some years younger than the man and perhaps half again his weight.

Joshua looked over the man’s shoulder curiously. The camera’s rear showed an exact duplicate of the harbor in front of them. The man held a small pointer and, one by one, eliminated all the anchored ships. To one side of the frame a large sailing yacht was entering the harbor. The man touched the pointer to it and moved the image closer to the center of the screen. He saw Joshua’s shadow and turned.

“Morning, friend. Isn’t this the way it’s supposed to be?”

“Damned if I know,” Joshua said. “I didn’t know there was any right or wrong way for scenery.”

“Sure there is. The man who teaches the class I take said that the object of attention — that’s my wife, Dorena — should be at the lower third of the picture. Then the eye should move upward, to the right, which is why I moved that boat where I did. Then the eye goes left again, to that big building up on the hill that looks like a toadstool, whatever it is — ”

“That’s one of the casinos.”

“ — and that’s what makes good composition. Right?”

“Guess so. What do you do next?”

“Seal the image, then print it.”

“One thing you might want to do,” Joshua suggested, “is move that lamp standard that’s growing out of your wife’s head.”

“Well, I’ll be …” The man laughed at himself, obliterated the pole, then touched buttons, and a print obediently slid out the base of the camera. “C’mere, hon. Meet the man who just kept me from doing it dumb again. Mister …”

“Wolfe. Joshua.”

“I’m Arabo Hofei. We just came down yesterday on the
Darod.
We’ll be here for two weeks and enjoying every minute of it. I saw you come in from that starship anchored out there. Is it yours?”

“It is.”

The man shook his head. “Wish I could figure out a way to make those kind of credits. But then, some of us are meant to have it and some of us meant not, right, Dorena?”

“We do all right,” the woman said. “Besides, what would we do with a big hulk like that? Keep it on our balcony? I imagine docking fees must be astronomical.”

Joshua laughed, and after a moment the woman decided she’d just been clever and joined in. She suddenly broke off, looking behind her.

Two unobtrusive men wearing dark sober clothing walked past. Their faces were calm, and their low conversation was of serious matters most likely beyond this world’s concern.

“Now, don’t those two look like they’re having a swell time,” she said a bit loudly — loudly enough for one of the men to look at her calmly, then turn his attention away. Dorena blushed.

“I didn’t
mean
to be overheard,” she almost whispered. “Wonder who they are.”

“Chi something, I think,” her husband said.

“Chitet,” Joshua added.

“What are they? Some kind of priests?”

“Sort of,” Arabo said. “I read something about them once. They’re like a cult, aren’t they? Don’t believe in emotions or things like that, right?”

“Pretty much,” Joshua said. “They’re an old group. Men, women, children. They pretty much keep to themselves. They have half a dozen, maybe more worlds of their own.

“There’s a story that three or four hundred years ago they planned a coup against the Federation. They thought they were entitled to run things because they never let emotion get in the way. They thought they could take a few key posts, or so the story goes, and the Federation would shrug, realize the Chitet were the best possible governors, and let what’d happened go on.

“The coup never came off. The story says that at the last minute their leaders ran probability studies and decided they had only a fifty-fifty chance and called it off.

“Supposedly the authorities arrested their leadership but couldn’t get anyone to talk. Since there hadn’t been any bodies in the street or government houses blown up, the Chitet weren’t proscribed.

“But that was a long time ago. Since they’re like you said, priding themselves on always using pure logic, they’re considered pretty respectable, and a lot of businesses, even governments, use them for comptrollers, auditors, and things like that.”

“Pretty good, Joshua,” Arabo said admiringly. “You rattled that off like you were reading it from a screen. What are you, some kind of professor?”

“When you’re between stars,” Joshua said, “there isn’t much else to do but read. Sorry. I guess I did sound a little pompous.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Dorena said. “Lord knows we could all do with more learning than what we have.” She leaned close to Arabo, whispered something, then giggled. Arabo chuckled.

Joshua lifted an eyebrow.

“My wife wondered if these Chitet, uh, make love.”

“I guess they do,” Wolfe said. “There’s supposed to be a lot of them.”

“I knew
nobody
could stay sobersided all the time,” Dorena said. “We’re going out on the glass-bottom boat, Mister Wolfe. You want to go with us?”

“No, thanks,” Joshua said. “I just grounded and want to look around.”

The Hofeis gathered their photographic gear, and Joshua moved on toward the road that led to the big mushroom-shaped building on the hill.

• • •

In the daytime, the Casino d’Or was cheap-looking, smelling of broken promises and stale perfume, like all whores in sunlight. There were only a handful of people on the tables trying to spend fast enough to catch up with their fleeing dreams.

Joshua leaned against a wall, picking out the various games. A beefy man wearing a tunic tailored to hide a gun drifted up and pretended interest in a gaming machine a few feet away.

Joshua walked over to him.

“You work here.” It was a statement, not a question.