She wrapped the infant in a blue blanket, covering all but his nose. She opened the door of the dirigible, and stretched in the breeze. She felt utterly content.
Joe had come up silently behind her and was kissing the back of her neck. Dawn was coming in now, darkness already giving way to a warm, silvery glow. The air was no longer still. Ginger and Toffee, the twin golden retrievers, were still asleep, curled up next to each other near the dead fire. There were buzzing sounds and distant calls of pterodons, and even more distant hisses, calls of the monkey-things and the imitative calls of the big spider devil that hunted them.
She turned and kissed Joe. His morning breath was sour but not unpleasant. She handed Cadzie over, patted Joe on his rump, and went to wash and dress, girding her mind for the day's business.
By the time Linda climbed down from Robor, Joe was already roughhousing with Ginger, pretending to bite her throat, growling and barking at her. He gathered up Cadzie and gave Linda a minty kiss. The two of them crossed the glade, dogs nipping at their heels. She never noticed that all the creature sounds of Avalon had gone away.
The machinery within the corrugated refinery shack was burnt and twisted and scummed with pink fire foam. Linda placed her drowsy son just outside the shack, in the waxing sunlight. Ginger curled up next to Cadzie like a big cat. Dog warmth, and the heat of his blue thermal blanket, would keep the boy comfortable until Tau Ceti climbed a little higher.
Joe was still examining the equipment when she returned. He looked utterly disgusted. "Morning light doesn't improve it much, does it?"
"Not a bit. Let's go ahead and make the report." She touched her collar. "This is Linda Weyland, at station three. Who's on duty?"
A second or two of silence, and then they got their reply. "Edgar here. Hi Dad, Linda. Nobody else around yet. Ready to report?"
Joe sighed. "Frankly, I think that we should trash it and rebuild."
"Except that it might happen again," Edgar said.
"There's that. Edgar-"
"Yes, sir?"
"Oh hell, of course you don't know anything you're not telling us," Joe said.
"They don't tell me everything," Edgar said. "Aaron doesn't much care for me, and the others-do you still think it's sabotage?"
"No," Joe said carefully. "I'll say that for the record. After examining the damage here at the minehead, it is my considered opinion that we don't have the foggiest notion what happened. It's another goddam Avalon Surprise."
The wall shuddered as the wind howled against the shack. "Bloody hell, that wind's come up strong," Joe said.
Linda stepped out to fold the blanket over Cadzie's face.
"Sorry, Edgar," she said. "We're picking up a little wind here."
"What?"
"Wind."
"Roger, we see that. There's a storm coming southeast over the mountains. Dry wind, no danger from grendels, but is Robor secure?"
"Very."
Ginger growled, coming to point. She looked off toward the west. Toffee was fifteen feet away, staring in the same direction. They began to bark, yapping against the growing wind. A dry wind, hot. It dried her skin faster than she could sweat.
"Joe? That wind is really coming up. Double-check the moorings, will you? And get a wind warning down to Heorot."
Joe dropped a length of singed tubing, and grunted in disgust. "You know that they're off-line. We can get them in an emergency, but that's about it."
"All right-well, I hope they've got the skeeter sheltered."
"You know Justin. But I'll go make a check."
Linda kissed Joe, and he looked almost surprised. "I'm just going to Robor," he murmured against her lips.
"Do I need a reason these days?" she asked.
"Never." He kissed her again, and started off across the glade.
"Will you guys stop the mush?" Edgar said disgustedly.
"No respect," Linda clucked. "Remember-I'm going to be your mother one day soon."
"Hey. You know, one of a mother's duties is to find mates for her offspring."
"I told you what to do about that problem."
"Sure. I'll keep trying. Linda, Dad says it wasn't sabotage. You agree?"
"Yes."
"Say that again?"
"Yes! I agree it was not sabotage. Edgar, that wind is really howling now, it's getting hard to hear." She put her hand across her nose in a vain attempt to filter the dust. "It's as if the coal had little flecks of dynamite-" She stopped. Some creature was howling in torment.
"What's that?" Edgar shouted.
"I don't know-" Across the clearing, the dogs were leaping and biting-at the dust. Joe slapped at his chest and neck and face. At first she thought it some kind of joke... some kind of crazy dance.
The wind was stronger now, driving a wall of dust before it. She coughed and stepped out of the shelter, trying to see more clearly. Her smile was dead on her lips, her laughing questions stillborn in her throat. "Joe... " And then she screamed.
"Linda? Dad?" Edgar's voice sounded urgent. "Alert! All stations alert! Base Two is in trouble!"
She was blind before she quite realized that she was in trouble. Agony shrieked in her eye sockets, and she slapped her hands up to cover them. Blood slicked her palms, she felt the hollows where her eyes should have been, and the backs of her hands were being shredded.
The world was consumed with agony. The wind roared in her ears. She had time to scream "Joe!" and then the pain was at her lips, her ‘tongue, and she was gagging on blood. Some mass staggered into her, and she knew it was Joe, darling Joe, loving Joe, groaning like a thing that had never known human consciousness. The dogs' barking had transformed into an endless, pain-racked howl.
In Camelot, bedroom alarms shrieked, and the streets were filled with sprinting bare feet. Hastily armed grendel guns pointed in all directions, and found nothing. There was no threat to be seen.
By now the image from Satellite 16 was being piped through Geographic, enhanced, and relayed to Camelot's communications center. The image was expanded again, and then again, until it seemed the scene was no more than a hundred yards distant... but it was all a blur, just textures shifting through fog.
Hendrick Sills was first into the center. "What's the alarm, Edgar?"
There was panic in Edgar's voice. "I thought it was a dust storm! They come through there regular, no problem, but the dogs started barking and Linda was screaming and now I can't hear anything, and I can't see anything, and my God!"
"Get hold of yourself," Zack said. "Dust storm. Rain?"
"No, no rain, it's a dry hot wind, sirocco wind. Stronger than they usually get, but-Zack, I can't hear anything. They were screaming, and now they don't answer! What do I do?"
"Keep watching. Can you zoom in?"
"Trying. There, the dust is thinning out-"
The image focused. Edgar's voice dropped to a whisper. "Oh, my God."
Two human shapes and a dog shape were writhing on the ground. "Dad!
Linda!"
The wind howled, and under the wind they could hear a baby's wail. The image cleared for an instant. Shapes thrashed, slowed, then faded into a fog of blowing dust. Someone muttered a prayer; then the room was still. Half a world away, two people that they knew and loved were dying in agony, and there was nothing that they could do to help.