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
Every waking of her stay in Tall Tree Valley, Mary did a new show. That was unusual for her. She normally did one show in a place – two at most – and then moved on, but there were new people coming into the valley all the time, desperate people, cold and hungry people, who needed to hear from Mother Gela. And the people who were already there were starting to get scared and angry about their valley being taken over by strangers, so they needed to hear from Mother Gela too. Everyone needed to be reminded that they were all one Family with one Father and one Mother, whether they were the people coming in or the people who’d always lived there.
‘Life is hard hard for us at the moment,’ she said to a big crowd of people who had squeezed themselves into the space round between Wise Mehmet’s circle of stones and those strange stone shelters he’d had built. Like people do in the High Valleys, everyone was wearing bodywraps against the cold. Even down there on the valley bottom, the trees don’t give enough warmth to be comfortable with bare skin. ‘It’s hard hard to have the Johnfolk trampling over our clusters and our forests, and taking away everything we love. It’s hard having to cross the Dark. It’s hard even to feed ourselves. Your Mother knows that. She knows how hard it is. Gela lost her own home once, remember? She lost her own family. She lost everything. Now she’s back on Earth again of course, far far away, but she still watches you all as closely as any mother watches her children. I hear her right now. “Don’t let them fight each other, Mary,” she begs me. “Tell them not to fight and quarrel. Remind them that’s exactly what caused all this trouble in first place: Family fighting against itself. Please don’t let it happen again!”’
She looked at all the tired suspicious faces. The trees pulsed – those strange tall trees whose lowest branches are far above the ground – and the black shadow of the Dark rose up all behind her.
‘Remember,’ said Mary, ‘that it’ll only be when Family is together and at peace that Earth will come back from the sky and take us home. Only when Family is one. So please—’
And then a man’s voice broke in. ‘Oh yeah?’ it called out. ‘So how come a veekle has just come down from the sky into Circle Valley, eh? How come Gela herself is over there, walking around right now?’