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
‘Those were fast bucks that Harry took,’ I said to Dave, after Starlight had gone back to join the high people. We all spoke softly softly so as not to disturb the sleepers. ‘Do you reckon they’ll have reached the path up onto the Dark yet?’
‘I don’t reckon they can be much more than halfway to the Dark.’ Dave glanced up from a little knife that he’d started to whittle from a piece of bone. He scraped away for a bit then looked up again. ‘What I worry about is that the Johnfolk won’t believe Harry’s got a message from Gela, and will just do for him and his guys, without ever finding that . . . well, that talking thing, I don’t know what you call it . . . That little square thing Mother Gela gave Leader Harry with her voice inside it.’
‘Oh they’ll find it, alright,’ said Tom. ‘Even if they do for Leader Harry, they’ll see he’s a high man and they’ll be all over him to find out what he’s got on him.’
‘She’s not Gela,’ said Trueheart. ‘Her name is Gaia, and she’s the many-greats niece of Gela’s sister Candy.’
Tom chuckled knowingly. ‘Or so she says. But look at that dark dark skin of hers. How many people can there be who look like that?’
Marius came staggering out of the shelter, looked at us for a moment, and then hurried off into the starflowers again.
‘I’ll check they have enough water in there,’ I said. ‘You need water when your guts are playing up.’
‘I never thought, somehow,’ said Clare, ‘it just never really struck me before that people from Earth would crap and piss and throw up just as we do. It seems odd, somehow, don’t you think? And yet, if we need to do those things, I guess it shouldn’t be so surprising that they do too.’
Thirty-one
About now, give or take a few wakings, a buck came to the top of the high ridge surrounding Tall Tree Valley, and looked down from the Dark into that little shining forest down there with the darkness wrapped all round it. It was a big old smoothbuck, with a skin draped over it to keep it warm, and on the skin sat a woman, though she was so wrapped in buckskin just then that you wouldn’t have been able to tell whether she was a man or a woman, only that she wasn’t that tall. With her there were two guards on woollybucks, each one holding a spear whose tip glinted in the light of the animals’ headlanterns, and two younger women sharing another smoothbuck. She didn’t have a darkguide. It was tricky to find one just then, and she and the guards knew the paths pretty well.