Chapters (68)
- Title page
- Dedication
- Part I
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 20. 20:25 MT.
- Part II
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 22. 20:05 MT.
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 25. 15:30 MT.
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Part III
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Also by Chris Beckett
- Copyright page
‘A bunch of people were walking through forest,’ she said, ‘heading for a pool to have a swim. They were all sorts – grownups, kids, newhairs, oldies – and because of the oldies with them, and the clawfeet and the little kids, they were moving slowly slowly. But one young newhair boy grew bored of going slow. “I want to see the pool now,” he complained. “Why can’t we walk faster?” The grownups scolded him. “Be patient,” they said. “Think about the ones who can’t walk as fast as you.” But the boy didn’t listen and ran on ahead, ignoring their shouts. Well, of course, when they’d seen him get away with it, a bunch of other kids decided to run on ahead as well. And soon as they all reached the pool, they dived straight in without bothering to wait for the grownups, even though some of the kids couldn’t swim too well. If the grownups had been there, they’d have told those silly newhairs to be careful, and been there to help if there was a problem, but there weren’t any grownups. The poor swimmers dived in with the other kids, and a couple of them got caught in the wavyweed and drowned.’
She turned round and looked at me.
‘So what do you reckon, Angie? Should that pool be named after the silly boy who ran on ahead and got those kids drowned? He was the first one there, after all.’
‘No, of course not. They were all going there. He just ran on ahead.’
‘Do you know who first told that story?’
I told her I’d never heard it before.
‘That story was told by Wise Mehmet, way back when this stone was first set up, two hundred years ago. It was a few years after Great David died. David’s son Harry had asked Mehmet to set up the poles and the guard fires that mark the way across the Dark between Wide Forest and Circle Valley, and when he’d finished doing that, Mehmet came here and put up this stone. As you know, Wise Mehmet himself was one of the group of silly kids who followed John – he was called Mehmet Batwing then – but, unlike most of the others, he had the sense to realize he’d made a mistake and he came back to David. He made up that story about the pool and the swim as his way of explaining what John had done wrong. Okay, John didn’t drown anyone, as far as I know, but there’s no doubt that many people died, thanks to him, who would have lived otherwise.’