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“Who’s behind that notion? I thought we’d got rid of Luzon and company.”
“Marmie says we’re not out of the woods so easily . . . especially since our population is mainly composed of other i.p.’s—inconvenient people. As an Earth-type planet, we are still supposed to accommodate i.p.’s.” He grimaced.
“First they have to prove they are not going to remain inconvenient, and so far none of those rejected could.”
“There are some iffy cases, Marmion went on to say, which is why we have to sort this problem now. Oh, and more Nakatira cubes are on their way.”
“How does she manage that?” Then Yana waved off the need for an answer. She was only too grateful to get all they could of the useful buildings. They came equipped with all mod cons, as Clodagh called it, and required no special foundations or extra facilities, coming complete with solar heating and sanitary bioconveniences. Their only drawback was a certain characterless sterility, which with a little imagination could easily be imprinted with the individual style of the occupant.
The cubes were manufactured and distributed by a Japanese known to Marmion, and Yana and Sean suspected she had financial connections there as well. They had arrived in what Bunny called the “niche” of time. Building materials alone were precious on Petaybee, and energy to heat them even more so. The cubes were the perfect answer to provide accommodations for an overwhelmed planet that had never expected so many visitors or the need for such things as hotels, schools, offices, and storage space. One of the first to be placed was the cube that was next to Yana’s old house and provided the couple with office space and occasional living quarters for legitimate visitors. A second was Kilcoole’s school, and others had been placed at the Space Port for essential services and finally for the beginnings of the new hospital. Another cube was now the nursery.
Marmion had warned them that eventually Mr. Soshimi Nakatira wanted to visit this incredible planet and meditate in one of the communion caves. He hadn’t yet taken Sean and Yana up on that invitation, but Marmion was certain that he would.
“He’s the kind of guy you want to visit and to stay as long as he likes,” Marmion had assured them.
At the time, plagued with importunate visitations, Yana had remarked with irony, “Which means he’ll arrive in the midst of one of our crises. We’ll have to save one cube for him alone.”
“Oh, he’ll probably bring his own accommodation,” Marmie had replied negligently. “He’s like that.'A truly gifted man.”
“At least we have Soshimi’s cube available for the lawyers,” Yana said cheerfully.
“Probably the time he’ll come for that visit,” Sean remarked.
“Now, let’s not borrow more trouble,” she said soothingly, stroking his hand where it was on her pillow.
“True, love. We’ll be looking back on these as the grand old days soon enough. Once Petaybee’s midsea volcanoes build up the landmass in the temperate zone, we’ll be besieged with even more folk wanting to come to this unspoiled planet to ‘improve’ it. Without the cold climate to deter them, every planetless soul in the cosmos will be wanting to live here.”
“That’s far off in the future, Sean,” she said. “From what you told me of your journey through that area before, everything is still well below the surface. These things take eons.”
“In the natural way of things, that’s true. But on a terraformed world like this one, even latent development is much accelerated. I give it a decade, tops.”
“For someone not borrowing trouble, you’re deep in debt now,” she teased.
“Sorry, love, you’re quite right. Now you get some sleep,” he urged, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. “I want to do a bit more work before I join you. I’ve let things slide the last few days. Can’t think why I’ve been so distracted.”
Yana smiled and squeezed his hand.
“However did I find you in all the worlds I could have gone to?” she asked with a grateful sigh.
“I know you looked long and hard, love,” he said, half teasing, half serious, as he pulled the soft fur around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “Remember, it’ll be Ronan gets the source this morning.”
“I did remember that.”
“I’ll remind you,” he whispered as he left the room.
CLOSING THE DOOR behind him, Sean looked in on the twins before returning to the office cube. Asleep in their new dual cradle, they looked as sweet and peaceful, as peachy and golden, as if they had never turned into little silvery seals. That trick of theirs this evening showed him that he would need to be on his guard with these two slippery characters. He was glad to see the cats had taken notice too. Marduk had planted himself across the twins’ legs, making a living fur blanket, and Nanook and Coaxtl stretched out beside the cradle. Nanook opened one eye, and Sean nodded and closed the door.
He was glad that Yana had been too tired to take in the end of Shanachie Desi’s song, where after seven years Murel changed back into a seal and swam out to meet her brother, neither of them ever to be seen again by her foster mother. It was nonsense, of course. That was a fairy tale told back on earth about a supernatural species, not a genetic mutation like himself. All of those stories involved seals temporarily turning into people and, when they became seals once more, never being able to return. They were wild creatures, not part of families like his. Of course if his children swam away, they would return. He always had, hadn’t he? Becoming a seal was a gift, an ability, a talent, actually, that allowed him to do certain things others could not.
Still, he was grateful that Yana had not heard the rest of that song, and he hoped no one would ask her about it. She had enough to worry about without bringing in folk tales that had nothing to do with the mutation brought about by Shongili genetic engineering, accident, and Petaybee’s own tendency to adapt species to its own needs. With the big cats for babysitters when he himself could not be teaching them about being seals, the kids would be fine; sure they would.
CHAPTER 4
MUREL AND RONAN were quite advanced in most ways. They learned to walk very early, and to run almost as quickly. By the age of three they could sit on the back of a curly coat without being held there. They started school when they were five, and learned to read and write, demonstrating their abilities by reading to each other at home. But by the time they were seven, they were in and out of trouble all the time, the mildest problem being that the teacher was unfairly suspicious when they kept turning in identical test papers written in nearly identical left-handed printing.
The teacher also noted in their student evaluation that Murel and Ronan did not reach out to befriend the other students, especially the newcomers, and spoke mostly only to each other unless asked to recite.
The truth was, they not only didn’t reach out to newcomers, they didn’t like or trust them much either.
“They come to our world because they’re sick or other worlds won’t have them, and act like they’re better than us,” Ronan told their mother.
“They’re just scared,” she said. “It’s rough for them, you know. They realize that they’re not as well adapted as you are, so they have to act as if they know more in other areas.”
“I don’t see why,” Murel said. “If they were nice, we’d try to teach them stuff about Petaybee, but some of them, especially the older ones, are just nasty and mean. All they do is moan and groan about how bad the com stuff is around here and how they can’t always depend on it to reference their lessons or talk to their friends wherever they were before they left. They want to know why we don’t have a decent satellite so all the stuff that needs a satellite works better. They don’t care about learning about here.”
When Ronan came home with a black eye and Murel with a cut lip, their father said, “Fighting, were you? Murel too?”
“It wasn’t our fault, Da. That Dino Caparthy is a bully. He’s really big and he has a gang and they jumped Ronan—I mean all of them. I sorted—I helped Ronan sort them out and se
nt Dino away with a bloody nose, grabbing his bollocks with both mittens, but they’re really a problem.”
“So you did win then, did you?” he asked. They looked at each other, shrugged, looked back at their father and nodded. He said, “Well, good. I’ll speak to their parents and teachers but I’m not sure how much good it will do. They came here from Romopolis on Mingus Prime. It was one of the earliest terraformed worlds and it’s not in very good shape. The cities are filthy and the air has been recycled so many times inside the domes that you can cut it as quick as breathe it. Their folks applied to us so they could get their kids out of that environment to someplace more wholesome, and since they’ve skills we can use, we accepted them. But they’re going to have to talk to their kids about cooperating.”
“To hear Dino tell it,” Ronan said, “Romopolis is a wonderful funfair of a city, and Kilcoole is at the end of the universe and the bottom of the food chain. He said we were all so breaded our chrome was broken and we were mutes with scales.”
“Is that insulting?” Da asked, looking puzzled.
“What he meant, of course,” Murel said in a very careful and grown-up voice, “is that we are inbred and our chromosomes are broken so that we’re mutants on the evolutionary scale, but he’s too dumb to even know how to call people bad things.”
Da looked like he was trying to keep a straight face and not smile. He liked it when they used big words, and because he and Mum used them a lot to talk about their work, Murel and Ronan knew how to say the words. And because they wanted to join in the conversation but had to keep asking what things meant, and Mum and Da always told them to go look it up—now—they knew what the words meant. Dino didn’t like that about them either. He was the real mute with scales.
“And what inspired this lad to call you all of these things he couldn’t pronounce?” Da asked.
“Nothing!” they both exclaimed, and Ronan continued, “It was just because we didn’t feel bad that the stupid game his uncle sent him won’t work here and because he thinks we should have great clattering halls full of fake stuff for him to play with. I can’t tell you what he called Petaybee but it had to do with shite and it wasn’t nice.”
Da nodded, but whether he ever did anything about it, they didn’t know. Whatever he did, it didn’t work very well. After that, Dino only hit Ronan when he was sure Murel wasn’t around. The gang still said horrible, if garbled, things about them and the few other kids actually from Kilcoole, but they said it out of range of Murel’s fists, feet, and fingernails.
IF THEIR TEACHER thought the twins were withdrawn, the track cats, Coaxtl, and the curly coats had the opposite opinion of them. It was everything the helpful creatures could do to keep the pair out of trouble. They were insatiably curious, absolutely fearless, and downright dangerous to be around sometimes.
“They keep leaving their outer coats lying around on the riverbank where anyone can find them,” Nanook complained. The intrepid track cat was getting a little tired of playing nanny. Nevertheless, she dutifully turned around and used her hind paws to spray powdery snow over the snow pants and parkas the twins had carelessly left lying near their latest ice hole in the river before taking an afternoon dip in seal form.
“It’s a very good thing for Sean and Yana that they aren’t exactly like the seal people in the old stories,” Coaxtl said, settling her white fluffy belly into the snow. She placed her huge paws with their tufts of fur between the toes on either side of the ice hole and watched with flicking fringe-tipped ears for fish swimming across the exposed circle of running water. The water was so deep and cold it looked black at this time of the year.
“Do you recall the song sung at the naming latchkay?” Nanook asked.
“Many songs were sung,” Coaxtl replied. “It was very tiring.”
“I mean the one about the seal people who shed their coats when they became human, not the other way around. If any other human found the sealskin and kept it, then the selkie had to stay on land with that person.”
“One recalls something of the sort, yes.”
“I fancy Sean and Yana must sometimes wish it were true of the twins so they would have to stay in the nest until they could be safely supervised,” Nanook mused. “Of course, humans are a bit silly about that. Their young are sooo fragile and they have only one or two at a time.”
“There is no room for those two in any enclosed space,” Coaxtl said, and turned her head to lick her shoulder.
At that moment water geysered out of the hole and drenched the snow leopard, who somersaulted backward in surprise.
She twisted and sat up facing the hole. A gray seal slapped front flippers on the edge and pulled its sleek body after it. The eyes were big and blue and the mouth was grinning.
As soon as the seal was out of the water, it flipped water all over both Nanook and Coaxtl. A childish human laugh pealed from the midst of the spray and a small bare boy stood before the cats. “Gotcha!” he laughed.
Coaxtl gave the boy a withering look and walked two paces forward until she sat on top of the buried snowsuit. Cold, youngling? she asked, purring.
“You took my snowsuit! You big fur ball!”
Nanook walked forward and touched a cold nose to the child’s bare rump, nudging him back to the ice hole. If I were you, I’d be a seal again. At least you’re dressed for the weather when you’re in seal form.
Ronan resisted smacking at, though not on, the black-and-white track cat’s icy nose. “Don’t get cat snot on me, Nanook. I’m cold enough. I don’t want to swim anymore.”
Then I suggest you show submission to Coaxtl and beg her to return the property with which you so carelessly littered the landscape. Honestly, child, you never find us leaving our pelts lying around.
“Oh yes we do. During breakup you shed your fuzzy body all over everything.”
We remain attractively clad in fur at all times, Coaxtl said. She allowed a sleeve of the snowsuit to poke out from beneath her belly. You, on the other hand, cover yourself in small bumps, which do nothing that we can see to warm you.
“I’m going to freeze to death and it will be on your head!” he proclaimed with something of his father’s Irish lilt. It was good for dramatic pronouncements.
From the ice beside the hole came a sharp smack and a swoosh, and Murel rose, flashed pink skin, and then ran to the bank and pulled her buried snowsuit and blanket from under a log. She wrapped the blanket around her as she tugged on the suit, then tossed the blanket to her brother.
“Don’t tease him, ’Nook,” she said. “Can you not see he’s about to perish of the cold?”
Perish? It’s only minus twenty! Nanook said, but shot a look at Coaxtl, who decamped from atop the clothing while the blanket-clad boy scrambled for it. Downright sultry weather, I’d call it. It’s a wonder the ice is holding. Younglings Petaybean born and bred should be able to withstand this without getting all hissy and breaking out in bumps.
Murel bullied her twin often enough when he wasn’t bullying her instead, but she didn’t want anyone else to do it. “Come on, Ronan, don’t give the cats the satisfaction next time. I told you to hide your snowsuit. What if one of the offplanet people was to find it? They’d think you’d drowned and would have set up a huge hue and cry and everyone would have to pretend to find you without letting the off-p’s see you as a selkie.”
“Oh, would they? If you’re that worried about it, you could have hid mine too. Where would you be during all of this hueing and crying and searching?”
Murel gave a deep and put-upon sigh and strode as purposefully toward the village as her seven-year-old legs would carry her. “Really, Ronan, you are such an infant sometimes! I can scarcely believe we have the same birthday. You make any pup in Bunny’s new litter look downright mature by comparison. You just don’t think, laddie.”
But Ronan had pulled his mittens on and was bouncing the finger pad off the thumb one. “See? This is your mouth! You just don’t shut up, do you, lassie?”
Kits! Nanook said.
The track cat had meant to bring up the snowsuit issue with Sean and Yana, but her humans were always so busy these days, it took actual claws to get their attention. The company and the offplanet people simply would not leave them in peace. They were always trying to settle some new group on Petaybee or bring in some kind of improvements for the good of everyone, as they said, and they kept Sean and Yana hopping night and day just to field all of their chatter. Some of the offplanet people who were settlers were nice enough. Some even settled into Petaybean ways. But most of them came to Petaybee for peace, healing, a clean and simple life, and then wanted to clutter it up with all manner of things they were used to from their noisy, unpeaceful, unhealthy, dirty, and complicated lives somewhere else. That was what Nanook had heard the villagers say anyway. As long as the newcomers didn’t bring with them anything that preyed on track cats, she did not concern herself with them.
“What those younglings need is something that can keep up with them swimming,” Coaxtl said finally. “They swim farther and farther up the river every time and I’m afraid sometime they’ll get in trouble and we won’t know because we won’t be close enough to catch their cries for help.”
AT THE SAME time, Murel and Ronan, having captured their mother in one of her rare moments of leisure, were expounding on the situation to her. “If Da could come with us, it would be fine. We are really too old for babysitters now, but if we have to have one, it should be another selkie, or at least someone who can swim with us,” Ronan said.
Murel nodded her head, the red tints in her black hair flashing with the firelight from the window in the woodstove. “Coaxtl can swim and doesn’t mind it in the summer but she’s really a big wuss-puss about swimming under the ice. All she does is hide Ronan’s snowsuit.”