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
Again, the guard paused and looked round at all the faces watching him. ‘So there it is,’ he said. ‘That’s all I can tell you. I know it sounds weird – Tom’s dick, it sounds weird to me as well! – but don’t tell me Leader Harry would joke about a thing like that, least of all when we’re in middle of fight with the Johnfolk. A veekle has come down, people, and Mother Gela is alive on Eden.’
I heard about all this later from four five people who were there. Apparently, when that guard had finished speaking, there were two whole heartbeats of complete silence, and then, all at once, the people began to sob and scream, until it seemed that whole of that lonely bowl of rock called Tall Tree Valley was full up to the brim with the sound.
Poor Mary. No one took any notice of her. What news did she have to offer compared with the news that the guard had brought down from the Dark? And anyway, who would believe anything she said? Only just before the guard spoke she’d been claiming to hear the voice of Mother Gela speaking to her, yet she’d obviously had no idea that Gela was actually here on Eden. If our Mother really did speak to her, as Mary claimed, why wouldn’t she have told her that?
And Mary was smart smart. If other people could figure that out, then she could figure it out for herself. She’d built her whole life on a story about her being able to hear the voice of Gela, and she’d travelled back and forth, back and forth for more than twenty years, telling people to get ready for Earth to return. She believed in that story more than pretty much anyone, and she’d proved her belief in it by giving her life up to it. But now the thing that she’d looked forward to for so long had happened, the thing that she’d worked and worked so hard for. Earth had returned, Gela had returned, the Circle of Stones had finally done the job that it was laid out to do, four hundred years ago. You’d think she’d have been happy happy, happier even than all the other people who right now were singing ‘Come Tree Row’ with tears running down their faces. And Mary knew that too. She knew she ought to be happy. Of course she did. The thing she’d been telling people about for twenty years had finally happened! And yet how could she be happy when the news had made her look, not just to others but to herself, like she was either a liar or a fool?