Freedom's Ransom Part 4

'This Kamiton being one of them?' 'Yes.'

'So?' Eric prompted, lifting both arms in a gesture of perplexity.

'I think the situation was not as simple on Catten itself and obviously not on Barevi. The Catteni are set in their ways, and Kamiton may have overestimated support from other Ema.s.si. Zainal achieved freedom for Botany and the other enforced colony worlds. It wasn't just Botany that the Catteni dumped people on, you know.'

'No, I didn't know,' and Eric slightly stressed the last word.

'There are three other planets that the Eosi were colonizing the same way.'

'Those planets that worked out were then taken over by the Eosi?'

Kris nodded. 'We were exceedingly fortunate, you know.'

'To have someone like Chuck Mitford, you,' and he pointed a finger at her, daring her to deny her role, 'and Zainal.'

'We were lucky,' she amended, 'to have the right mix of people to work with.'

'I like your positive att.i.tude, Kris Bjornsen.'

'I dropped, I stay,' she replied, with a broad grin, pleased that he was willing to accept Zainal and work with him.

'Is that Botany's motto? I hear it often enough,' Eric said.

'It's been a rallying slogan as well as a promise, Eric.' Eric glanced around, from the duty roster to the gla.s.s doors opening outside. 'I like the promise! If I could just practise my profession here, I'd stay.'

'Don't you have family back on Earth?'

'Nephews; my wife, Molly, was in Florida when the Catteni invaded so I've no idea what happened to her. Her name hasn't appeared on any of the Florida lists of survivors.'

Kris touched his hand sympathetically. 'Not all the survivors are listed yet, Eric. We'll be picking up the updated lists when we touch down on Earth. One of the goals of this ransom trip is to widen the communication channels so we can find where survivors are - and get back those who were taken.'

Eric's eyebrows rose high. 'That's a large job to undertake.'

'The Holocaust survivors managed to trace their relatives. And we have just as many dedicated folk!'

'Why don't you just relax and raise your kids?'

'I can't.' She gave a self-deprecating grin. 'Zainal feels responsible, in a bizarre way, and so do I.'

'Responsible for entire worlds? Oh, c'mon now, girl. Be reasonable.'

'I don't think "reason" has much place in my feelings, Eric. People who are unreasonable sometimes achieve more than those who are totally rational!'

'Admittedly. Ah, here comes Zainal now.'

Kris saw him entering, with his sons and Clune, Ferris and Ditsy, obviously showing them around. The boys all wore new clothing, suitable to the cooler weather at Retreat, and had packs slung carelessly on their backs or over one shoulder.

She tried to keep Eric at the table but he rose, gave her a little bow from the waist, and, smiling at the approaching group, made his way out of the hall. Zainal waved for her to stay where she was as he took the boys to the serving tables and introduced them to the people on duty. With laden trays, they all converged on her. Zainal thoughtfully brought her an extra cup of coffee.

'The boys don't drink it yet,' he said when he saw her expression of doubt. 'You might as well enjoy a cup of their ration.'

'We must get more coffee, even if instant is all we can scrounge,' she said, turning the cup around to get the handle to the left for her to lift. 'I see everyone is spruced up.' She nodded to the boys as they took seats.

'Boy, this grub looks good,' Ferris said, picking up his fork and digging it into a mound of mashed tubers. 'Oh, it's not potatoes,' he added, both surprised and outraged by the unexpected flavour.

'It's indigenous but not a bad subst.i.tute,' Kris replied, grinning as he swallowed the big mouthful.

'Hey, it is pretty close! Will we be able to grow potatoes here?'

'I believe so, but we'd have to import seed potatoes, if we can find them. I believe it's high on the list of "wish" items.'

'You got rock squats up north here, too?' Clune asked, slathering a portion on his fork with his knife in the English manner.

'Princ.i.p.al source of protein,' she said. 'They were the main course in the first hot meal we had on Botany.' 'Who named it Botany?' Ditsy asked, disgusted.

'We all did. After another colony of transported folk on Earth,' she said.

'You mean, Australia?' Ferris asked, wrinkling his nose. 'Not very inventive.'

'What would you have named it?'

'I dunno,' Ferris admitted, and then attended to the task of eating. 'I'm not good at naming things.' 'We put it up for a vote and everyone had a chance to put forward their names,' Kris said, remembering the occasion very well. 'Botany won, hands down. A good choice, I think, since it reminds us of a similar experiment that was successful.'

'Yes, but that was ex-cons.'

'What do you think we were considered?'

'Well, you weren't criminals.'

'Most of the English and Irish who were transported to Australia weren't really criminals. There was great poverty at that point in history, and a person could be transported for stealing food to feed his family.'

Kris wondered just how many of the present colonists had finished secondary school or knew even highlights of world history. Maybe evening lectures could be instigated, just to disseminate vital information. Daytimes, there was so much work to be done only the creche kids were being given lessons. She jotted down a little note to herself. Something else to be remembered and inaugurated!

She gave a little sigh. There was never enough time for everything, was there? When Zainal gave her a curious stare, she smiled back at him and took a sip of her extra cup of coffee. She wondered if she could make a habit of it... bring the boys with her for breakfast. But that was not the Botanic way: one didn't take advantage of a flaw in a system. If she did, she lost her right to criticize others. Conscience was burdened enough as it was. If Council members didn't toe the line, why would others have to? Transgressions could mount to a woeful state, just as they had elsewhere. One had to show responsibility. Just as Zainal was. Though really, he could carry the can a little too far! However, she could see that someone had to do it, as far as reclaiming needful things was concerned.

Jerry Short paused in the main entrance to the hall, scanned the diners until his eyes rested on her. He waved at her and, excusing herself, she went to see why he had singled her out.

'Just had a message from Chuck. He's on his way back and he's very pleased with himself.' Jerry said, grinning because he had good news to tell.

'Chuck? Oh, that's great!' He'd gone to find out if his elderly cousins, Rose and Cherry Mitford, were still alive. He'd also dropped other Botanists where they could hunt out kith and kin as well as start work repairing damaged infrastructures.

'Knew you'd want to know soon as possible,' Jerry went on. 'And oh, he said to mention that he'd stopped on Barevi on his way home to pick up a few things.'

'Oh, goodness. What's his ETA?'

'Next hour.'

'Do tell Dorothy Dwardie, Jerry. She'll want to know, too.'

'I thought of her first, actually, and told her on my way here,' Jerry said, grinning broadly.

'Thanks. Oh, Zainal will be so pleased. I wonder what Chuck thought to bring back from Barevi,' she muttered to herself as she made her way back to the table where the boys had finished eating.

'That will save us a lot of time,' Zainal said, very pleased with her news. 'Especially as he'll be able to give us a report on conditions on both planets. Wonder what he stopped off at Barevi for that would have been important enough for him to detour so far off the direct line to Botany. And how and with what did he pay for it?'

'We should know soon enough. Shall we go meet him?'

'Yes, and show him our newest translators. C'mon, lads.' He signalled for the five boys to follow him.

3.

Chuck emerged from the s.p.a.ceship accompanied by two women, and beside Kris, Dorothy inhaled sharply.

'Don't worry, Dorothy,' Kris said quickly. 'Look at their faces. They're Mitfords or I'll eat a night crawler!'

The family resemblance extended not only to the facial features but to the physical proportions of the two women: the same st.u.r.dy bodies and lanky stride, and a way of looking directly at people with an a.s.sessing look in the eye. The two women were equally weather-beaten, their eyes squinting from years of filtering out sun and wind.

'His cousins, I presume,' Kris said, for Chuck was urging the pair to where Kris and Dorothy were standing.

'Dorothy, these are my cousins, Rose and Cherry, and I'd be much obliged if you'd welcome them. They've had a rough time lately, and I won't let them out of my sight until I know they've recovered completely.' He gestured to the ground cart. 'Dorothy, would you mind taking them to Dane for a physical? It was a bitter winter back in Texas.'

'Of course. Rose, Cherry,' and Dorothy gestured for them to take seats in the cart. 'I'd be happy to. And we'll have a lot to talk about, I'm sure.

'Dorothy Dwardie will see you're comfortable, Rose, Cherry,' and he kissed each on the cheek. 'But me and Zainal here have to have a conference. This is the guy I was telling you about. Who freed Earth and his own planet.'

Rose extended her hand. 'Charlie here bent our ears out of shape telling us all you did to save both the worlds.' Cherry was a little more reserved but she shook Zainal's hand in as hearty a fashion as Rose had and murmured something about unforgettable heroism.

'We know you're busy, Chuck, and we're mighty glad to be here, Dorothy. We've heard so much about you, Kris. Will we see you later?'

'You will indeed, Rose, Cherry, and welcome to Botany.'

'And who are these young men?' Rose asked, opening her hand in the direction of Bazil and Peran.

'They are my sons, Rose Mitford.'

'I am pleased to meet you, too,' she said, extending her hand.

Bazil took it, giving her a rather stiff bow, which caused her to blink at the unexpected courtesy. Doubtless, Kris decided, the women hadn't ever encountered Catteni with good manners. Still, it proved that the Masai had trained the boys to respect age and females.

'May I introduce Clune, Ferris and Ditsy, Misses Mitford?' Kris said to complete the introductions.

'Rose is a pharmacist,' Chuck said, helping the older of the two up the first step. 'And Cherry's a physiotherapist.'

'You could have brought them if all they could do was knit,' Kris said, dismissing Chuck's comment and smiling warmly at them.

'If you're of a mind to put your skills to use,' Dorothy said, climbing into the driver's seat, 'you'll be thrice welcome once Leon has cleared you. He's our chief medical officer.' And she nodded goodbye to the reception committee.

As soon as the cart was off the field, Chuck turned purposefully to Zainal.

'I lucked out. Traded four tins of Nescafe instant coffee for some of those satellite parts we were trying to find on Earth. What we need is on Barevi, you know.'

'We suspected that.'

Chuck pulled a hand recorder out of his jacket. 'Got a Jet Propulsion Lab director to give me a list of what we need. He said that there were some built most recently with switchable units. That would make it so easy to maintain those already in orbit. The ones the Catteni used for target practice. I did a quick survey of the loot on Barevi and they got the replacements we need.'

'We're organizing a ransom party,' Zainal said.

'A ransom?' Chuck stared at him. 'Yeah,' and his shoulders slumped, 'and I hope you got stuff they want.'

'No coffee, but gold-'

'For their teeth?' Chuck's surprise was obvious. 'How'd you hear about that?'

'Doesn't matter how but we did.' Zainal gave an indolent shrug. 'Though vanity has never been a Catteni problem. Still, no one ever thought lost teeth could be replaced. We also have a dentist.'

Chuck's laugh was hearty as he gave Zainal's ma.s.sive shoulder an appreciative buffet.

'I was wondering how I was going to break the news to you,' he said, 'about ransoming our own equipment back from those Barevi looters. And we gotta make tracks there, fast. Too much is being ground into the mud in the marketplace by those bozos working off steam.' He shook his head. 'When I think of all the hard work and the material we can't reproduce...' He stopped, took a breath, and then went on. 'You wouldn't believe what they've achieved on Earth.'

'Reconstructing?' Kris asked.

'More than just infrastructures. You'll be proud. Look, Zainal, can we call a meeting of the colonists?'

'One is set for this evening. We have to get permission to use the colony's a.s.sets as ransom, you know.'

'Good. I'll grab a shower and change. Oh, and I got some crew with me.' He looked over his shoulder at the open ramp of the KDL. 'In-service training but boy, do they know their stuff. Of course, they should. Many of 'em are ex-NASA.' Chuck's grin was broader. 'Brought more than I needed for the KDs but we do have other ships.' He gestured to the ones parked on the field. 'They learn real quick and I had s.p.a.ce available.' He turned and called, 'Olly-olly in free. Welcome to Botany, guys and gals.'

Out filed ten men and women looking very smart in flight gear. They made a double row in front of Chuck, who was still grinning from ear to ear.

'Sir, Excellent Ema.s.si Zainal, Botany air force recruits reporting for duty,' said the man who took two steps forward towards Zainal and saluted smartly. 'Sam Maddocks, with seven volunteers, all with flight and s.p.a.ce hours. Not many of the latter but we stood shifts with Sergeant Mitford on the way here!'

'Delighted to have you on board, Colonel Maddocks.' The colonel stiffened his spine still further as Zainal used his appropriate rank, having noticed the silver maple leaf on his collar.

How Zainal had learned to differentiate rank insignia and the service forms, Kris didn't know but it stood him in good stead now.

'What a beautiful planet you got dumped on, sir.'

'Luck, Colonel, sheer luck! This is Kris Bjornsen, my mate, and these are my sons, Bazil and Peran. Clune, Ferris and Ditsy, who will be accompanying us to Barevi on a shopping mission. We may need your services to accomplish the mission.'

'Anything we can do, we will, sir.'

'I am known as Zainal, Colonel, not sir. Now, if you will introduce me to the rest of your group, we'll take you back to the main settlement and find you quarters.'