His smile was thin, and he spoke each word slowly and distinctly.
"You've kept records on every one of us. From the very beginning, on Earth, when we were chosen, to the discovery of hibernation instability, to where everyone thought I murdered Ernst—"
"Cadmann—"
He brought his face closer to hers. His expression of cynical amusement hadn't changed. "And you decided I was crazy. Right there in the clinic, you staked me out for the grendel."
"We didn't know about grendels!"
"But I did, and I told you."
"Cadmann, that was a long time ago."
"Yeah. And I can never, will never forget that night." He straightened and smiled, this time more genuine, but still very distant. "Want to talk about nightmares?" He sat carefully, his eyes never leaving hers. "All right, let's talk nightmares. I'm the only one on this planet who has ever come face-to-face with one of those things and survived. Close enough to kiss it. Close enough to have all the time I needed to imagine it tearing me apart. I have dreamed of it killing and eating me ten thousand times. Unless I completely overestimate you, you've talked to Sylvia and Mary Ann about me, just as I've talked to you about Mary Ann. And it's all gone into Cassandra."
Rachael sat pointedly silent.
"I want the files on Aaron."
"For what purpose?"
"I don't know, exactly. Look, we both know he'll do nearly anything—maybe not nearly—to reach his goals. So I want to know more about what those goals are. What's he really up to?"
She shrugged. "You're the security chief. Tell Cassandra it's an emergency."
"I thought of that," Cadmann said. "I probably can bully Cassandra into giving me your files. I'd rather do it officially with your cooperation." His calm slipped a little. "Please. My son and daughter are over there. The children of the women I love most in this world." He dropped his head. "Mary Ann is just holding on, you know? And she's shut me out... "
"Excuse me?"
Cadmann looked out of the window, across the fields, to the biology building, up to the stone stack of Mucking Great Mountain, where the pterodons wheeled in eternal mist.
"We haven't been man and wife since the day Toshiro died. She just pushed me toward Sylvia."
He paused, as if waiting for Rachael to say something. The silence stretched almost another minute.
"I thought once... that what I wanted was Sylvia. But not like this. Mary Ann gave her love to me. And now she can't let me in." He lowered his voice. "There's something about her now. Something... translucent. It is as if I can see light through her. As if she barely wants to be here anymore. Like she's not even certain why she is holding on."
"And you think you can help her?"
He nodded.
"By showing her she was right," Rachael suggested. "Aaron is a monster, and only she knew."
Cadmann looked up. "I hadn't thought of it in—"
"Ruth's pregnant."
"You've talked to her? Good. I worried about... that. How long?"
"Two months, she thinks. Cadmann, I'm not supposed to ferret out all your secrets. There has to be privacy. I haven't—Aaron could keep his secrets, but now he's probed my daughter! I'll look. Maybe I'll tell you what I find, and maybe I won't."
Cadmann stood up. "Thank you," he said, and walked out the door before he could say more.
Rachael Moskowitz sat behind her desk.
Her body felt tired, but her mind was very much alive.
Of all the Earth Born who had been frozen at Hecate Town on the Earth's Moon, stacked aboard Geographic, thawed and refrozen for tasks aboard Geographic during their trip across ten light-years and two hundred years of time, and finally thawed for the last time on Avalon's alien soil... only Rachael Moskowitz knew herself undamaged. Only Rachael could know that. And that was both a blessing and a curse.
She wasn't certain about Cadmann. What he had been through was traumatic, but it was long ago. A man like that ought to have put it out of his life, but he hadn't. None of them had really been able to put the Grendel Wars behind them.
"Cassandra," she said. "Aaron Tragon. Psychological evaluation file."
Cadmann took the skeeter up and into Mucking Great Mountain, toward the fortress that, years before, had been Mankind's only bastion against the grendels.
Now it was vines and crops, pens for those animals of Earth and Avalon that could exist side by side. The mountain stream brought ice-cold water into their home, and nurtured their fields. Then it joined the Miskatonic, to bring life to the entire valley.
He spiraled the skeeter down to the landing pad with hardly a bump. Sylvia joined him at the pad, her golden hair flowing behind her. She looked like an angel.
She kissed him lightly. Before Cadmann could ask the question, Sylvia said, "She's sleeping."
He nodded. He slipped his arm around her waist, and they walked into the house together, through the fragrant living room.
In the center of the house was the common bathroom, with the big triangular tub and the steam-shower.
Once upon a time he might have had daydreams... two women that he loved, both married to him... it was easy to let erotic fantasies run wild. But it had never really worked out like that.
In the second and third year of their three-way relationship, there had been some gentle explorations of the sensual potential. Massaging, and group dancing, and even sleeping three in a bed on cold nights. But it became clear that this was happening out of Mary Ann's attempt to be what she thought he wanted in a wife, and not from any urge on her part. And so he had called a halt to it.
There were more occasions, once on Christmas, and once on his fiftieth birthday, when he found himself bedded by both of his beloved. But they were tolerating each other's presence; there was no genuine joy in the intimacy. And knowing that Mary Ann would do almost anything to keep her man happy, he began to see it as a variety of child abuse.
The three of them kept separate bedrooms, and there was a gentle ebb and flow of interest between them. He would visit their rooms, or they his, and the spontaneity of it consisted of offerings and acceptance or rejection earlier in the day. That situation had continued for years.
Within the last four months, Mary Ann had lost all interest in lovemaking.
Sylvia ran her fingers through Cadmann's hair, and gazed at a scar just at the hairline, a faded, faint white line just barely visible to her eyes against the fringe of gray and black. "I don't think I've ever seen this scar before."
She was close to him, the slowly ebbing heat of her still warming him, as it always did. In every way she was a comfort. "I'm not sure," he said.
"Right here." She brushed it, and then blew a little warm air along it, ruffling his hair. "I can't imagine why I never saw it before... "
"There's a first time for everything. That one is a memento from Zimbabwe. Shrapnel. My hair hid it. Until recently."
She sighed and cuddled closer. "Oh well, the women in my family go for that increasingly high-forehead look."
"Hah hah."
"No... really. You lucked out."
They were quiet then again. The twin moons were both high, and their, light silvered the bedposts.
"What did Rachael have to say?"
"She'll look." He traced a line along Sylvia's neck, and then clasped her shoulder firmly. He kissed it. "I wanted to thank you for how you've been with... Mary Ann." he said.
She pooh-poohed him. "For what? I haven't done anything."
"I know that you look at it that way. That's one of the reasons that I love you."
"Just one of them, though."
"Just one."
They lay quietly together, and listened to the sound of the Amazon, and the cooing of the Joeys. Clouds drifting in from the east. Later, they would obscure the moon, but not now.