Footfall

She doesn’t know about Archangel. Shouldn’t they tell her? She deserves that much — “I was just coming to that,” Mrs. Fuller said. “So far we have no confirmed report of a vehicle or installation marked with the ‘harmless’ symbol being fired on. We’ve been somewhat careful about where we use it—”

“Good,” the President said. “That’s vital. We must not abuse that symbol. Mr. Speaker?”

“Yes, Mr. President?”

“We need new legislation, making it an act of treason to misuse the snout ‘harmless’ symbol. I would appreciate it if you would get that done immediately.”

The Speaker nodded slowly. “If you think that’s wise—”

“It’s vital, Mr. Speaker. If you insist on knowing why, I’ll tell you at another time—”

“Thank you, no.”

“I want strict enforcement,” President Coffey said. “Any law enforcement agency is authorized to stop attempted abuse of that symbol by any means required, including destruction of the offending installation. That’s important.”

The Chief of Staff wrote in his book. “Yes, sir. I’ll get the executive order out right away.”

“I can understand the need,” General Toland said. “But the troops sure won’t like taking casualties.”

“Tell them to shut up and soldier,” Admiral Carrell said.

We’ve put the fithp symbol on the Archangel dome. And on the ships coming into there. No bigger than anywhere else. We had to. Otherwise we might as well paint Bomb Me on them. But if somebody paints that on an ammunition truck… Connie Fuller shuffled her notes on the plastic tabletop. “We don’t have much electricity. Gas pipelines are working, and some oil lines. They haven’t bothered nuclear power plants. There’s no reliable way to move coal, so we don’t have much electricity.

“We’re able to ship some staple foods, but we can’t move enough foodstuffs.

“In short, Mr. President, there is no national economy.”

There was a long silence. The Speaker cleared his throat.

“Yes, Mr. Dayton?”

“They don’t hit nuclear plants. Seems to me there were a bunch of those stalled by red tape. All across the country. Could we get cracking and complete them?”

“A good question,” the President said. “Jim, look into that, will you?”

“No problem.”

There’s a switch! Of course we can get them completed, if all the anti-nuke idiots stay out of the way. Including you — “We’ll need that electricity,” Mrs. Fuller said. “If we have electric power, we have a civilization. If we don’t—” There wasn’t any point in finishing that statement.

Message Bearer was under spin. The fithp seemed to prefer their gravity low, and Alice was near the axis anyway. The ducts curved more tightly here. She moved in low-angle leaps, against the wind, hurrying. Dust puppies tended to clump where the pipes turned, and she stopped occasionally to clean them away.

She heard something ahead. She called, “Wes?”

“Yeah. How are you doing? I don’t think the ducts were this clean when they were new.”

She rounded the curve. “It’s make-work,” she said.

“Yeah, but it lets us explore. Sooner or later we’ll use what we know.”

“Want to make love?”

He banged his elbow. He turned around clutching it, staring openmouthed. She started to laugh.

He said, “Sure I want to make love. I’ve been chaste for months. Are you aware that I’m a married person?”

“How far away is your wife?”

“Carlotta’s twenty-two thousand three hundred miles away. Wait a minute. That’s geosynchronous orbit, measured from the center of the Earth, and we’re over Africa, so… another two, three thousand miles.”

He was treating this as all too amusing. Alice said, “So she’s not likely to come barging in on us.”

“No. Why me, Alice?”

“I think you killed the Bull’s Advisor.”

Good, the amusement had gone out of him. “Again, why me?”

“Who else-would have the guts?”

“Any cluster of eight or more fithp who didn’t like his politics.”

Alice grinned. She’d been scared to death when she made this decision, but — “Play your games, Congressman, but you wouldn’t be hesitating if you weren’t guilty.”

“Oh, I… don’t… It wasn’t like you think.”

He did it! “How was it then?”

“I didn’t sneak up on the poor fithp and strangle him in his sleep. I—” The violence she knew was buried in Wes Dawson surfaced in his face. For a moment she regretted her decision. You can always find an excuse. If the horrors were listening there’d never be another chance. She moved closer to him.

Rage was in his eyes, and they looked through her. “I thought I had it all fixed! The Herdmaster’s Advisor wanted to leave Earth. What he wanted from me was arguments to use. I by God was willing to give them. He ran out of time, the first time we met, so we set something else up.

“After five days we were still cleaning out the ducts near the hull,” Dawson said. “The Bull probably thinks he’s training us to make repairs in that area. I’d seen the mudroom, I knew how to reach it. Fathisteh-tulk was supposed to be waiting in the mudroom.