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
But Gaia didn’t let him finish. ‘And you know there are lots of questions you can’t answer in that kind of way at all. Like . . . like what it’s like to be inside the mind of another person, or how we should live our lives. In the end, all there is in the world is . . . well . . . this.’
She gestured with her hand through that bowl of clear glass that sat on top of the veekle, and out into forest. There was a bunch of whitelantern trees out there, with a couple of redlanterns among them, steam rising here and there from their airholes. The trees round the Circle were pruned to make the lanternflowers grow thickly and flutterbyes were dancing in all that white and pink treelight, while a single jewel bat was swerving and looping through them, grabbing out at them with its little hands as they darted out of its way.
I couldn’t really see what Gaia meant, so I turned back to admire the shining screens.
We came out again, and Gaia invited the other Michael’s Place people to come inside two at a time. Flame was squeaking like a little kid, just like my Fox and Candy. Tom and Dave and Davidson were tense and stiff, but you could see that even they couldn’t wait to get inside. No one seemed to notice or mind that they were stepping inside the Circle of Stones.
Meanwhile, more people were gathering in the clearing.
‘Yeah, go on. Run off back to Earth, why don’t you?’ someone shouted. A stone came flying and hit Deep on the head. ‘You’re no use to us here.’
With a kind of hurt smile, Deep felt where he’d been hit and looked at the red blood on his hand. Guards shook their spears and shouted out to leave the Earth people alone.
Just as Gaia came outside again with the last of the Michael’s Place folk, Strongheart hobbled into the clearing, supported by his shelterwomen Jane and Flowerlight, and followed by Starlight and Newjohn, and four five other high people.
‘You’re leaving us so soon?’ the old man quavered. ‘But you’ve only just come!’
‘People are unhappy with us because we haven’t brought anything for them,’ Gaia told him. ‘The longer we stay, the unhappier they’ll be. And of course, all the time we’re here, more people will keep coming to see us, eating up all your stores of food, until there’s none left.’
‘People will come here anyway to get away from the New Earthers in Wide Forest,’ Strongheart said, his whole face all creased up with worry. ‘I thought you were going to stay and help us stop the fight with the Johnfolk.’