‘No! No!’ yell Angela and Michael, the two orbit police.
‘Back off, you idiots!’ yells Mehmet from Defiant. ‘Back off or you’ll get dragged through as well!’
‘Back off!’ yell Dixon and Tommy.
‘It’s too late,’ yells Michael back, ‘the bloody resin’s gone. The skin’s come off the end of our boat. The water’s coming in. We’re sinking. We can’t paddle any more. You’ve got to help us!’
‘Yeah! Help us!’ yells Angela. ‘We’re sinking.’
‘And whose fault is that?’ ask Tommy, Dixon and Mehmet all together, looking at Family round the edge of the clearing, like they expect us to say it’s Michael’s and Angela’s for being foolish enough to chase after them.
‘Yours! Yours! Yours!’ yell out the kids, and the newhairs, and most of the grownups too.
‘Come on! Hurry up! Help us!’ Michael and Angela scream and yell, like they haven’t got time for all this discussion.
Tommy and Mehmet and Dixon look at each other.
‘Quick! Quick! Help them!’ yells out whole Family under the whitelantern trees.
‘Yes,’ says Mehmet, ‘I suppose it is our stupid fault really, and we’ve got to save them. Quick, Dixon. We’ll try and get them into Big Sky-Boat before we drop through Hole.’
This bit is tricky for the people holding the branches, who have to move round each other, and duck under each other’s branches, but, as it tips over, the Police Veekle presses up against the starship Defiant, and Dixon and Mehmet and Tommy reach out and pull Angela and Michael across into their boat, and then Big Sky-Boat, with all five of them inside, moves between the stones and out into the forbidden Circle to show that it has fallen through Hole-in-Sky.
Just in time. Only just in time. The people carrying Small Sky-Boat let it fall into pieces and throw them away in different directions, to show that Police Veekle has been destroyed by Single Force and its purple fire.
Meanwhile the great starship Defiant goes right out into darkness beyond Starry Swirl until Earth and Sun are hidden completely among all those stars. And there they find Eden, a world on its own, far from any stars, which isn’t like Earth at all.
‘There’s no Sun here like we have on Earth,’ says Angela, looking out. ‘But look, everywhere is shining shining, as far as you can see.’
And the others look out, each one in a different direction.
‘Shining everywhere,’ they say. They are amazed amazed, because they didn’t have shining forests on Earth, and they thought light only came from stars and Sun.
‘Let’s get down and look at it,’ says Tommy.
They have that other little Boat inside the Big Sky-Boat, the Landing Veekle, and they take it out and all get into it, helped by the people from Brooklyn that were carrying the Police Veekle until it fell apart. (The real Landing Veekle was round, but we don’t know how to make boats that way, so ours is long and thin.) It carries them down from sky, right into middle of Circle of Stones.
Out get Tommy and Dixon and Mehmet, out gets Angela. But Michael is sick sick and they have to help him down.
‘You bloody idiots,’ Angela tells the three men. ‘Look what you’ve done to Michael. Look what you did to our boat. Look where you’ve brought us. Take us back to Earth now. I want to see my group again. I want to see my mum and my friends. I didn’t want to come here to this dark dark place.’
Tommy looks ashamed, so do Dixon and Mehmet. The Three Disobedient Men all stand in a row with their heads hanging down like naughty kids.
Some of the real kids laugh.
‘Bad boys!’ they shout out. ‘Bad bad boys!’
‘Our boat’s damaged too, I’m afraid,’ says Mehmet. ‘We’re sorry sorry. It’s cracked. It might leak. We’ll try and mend it, but we may sink and drown on the way back.’
‘You bloody idiots,’ says Angela again.
Then Tommy and Dixon and Mehmet get back in the Landing Veekle and go up to the Big Sky-Boat Defiant and squat down by it with pots of glue and skins to try and fix it. And while they work up there, Angela and Michael (who’s started to feel better again) wander about and explore Eden.
But of course really they are wandering around among us, through the crowd, round the edge of the clearing and back again into Circle.
This part of the story is called Michael and His Names, and it’s the bit that kids love the best.
‘Where is this place anyway?’ Angela asks. ‘What do you think it’s called?’
‘I don’t know,’ says Michael. ‘Let me think. Perhaps we could call it . . .’
He pauses.
‘It’s Eden!’ yell out all the kids round Circle, because of course any fool knows that!
Michael frowns, like he thinks he’s heard something but he’s not sure. He holds his hand to his ear.
‘Perhaps,’ he says, ‘we could call it . . .’
‘Eden!’ the kids yell again even louder.
‘I don’t know,’ he says, ‘it’s on tip of my tongue, but I can’t quite think of the name.’
‘Ed-en!’ the kids bellow.
Michael smiles.
‘E-den,’ he says slowly, ‘I think we could call it Eden.’
The kids all cheer.
‘Look at this,’ says Angela. ‘What’s this?’
She’s pointing to a whitelantern tree.
‘It’s a tree!’ the kids yell out, laughing. How could anyone be so dumb as to not know what a tree is?
I guess it made everyone feel good to see Angela and all of them not knowing these things we knew so well, after we’d had to listen for so long to that big big list of wonderful things they had on Earth, which we didn’t understand at all. It was kind of reassuring to know that they didn’t even know what a tree was, when we were feeling useless useless for not knowing about metal and telly vision and horses and the Single Force.
‘We’ll call it . . .’
Michael hesitated. The kids laughed. They loved all this. I suppose I did too. I loved it but at the same time I hated it for trapping us and making us feel so helpless and babyish and small.
‘We’ll call it . . .’
‘A tree!’ yell out the kids.
The grownups are smiling and laughing too, and a lot of them are joining in with the kids. Everyone is tired tired, what with the wakings being changed, and the long weary list of Earth Things, and the Laws and the Genda and all, but now everyone is brightening up again.
‘We’ll call it . . . a . . . tree!’ goes Michael, who is really a skinny little guy of forty wombs or so called Luke Brooklyn who’s mainly known in Family for being clever with blackglass.
Everyone cheers.
‘And what’s this?’ asks Tommy, looking over from Big Sky-Boat, which he’s trying to fix, and pointing at a little jewel bat swooping overhead. (He was supposed to be up in sky at this point, but no one seemed to mind!)
‘What’s what?’ goes Michael, looking where Tommy pointed. The bat has gone.
‘This!’ says Tommy, pointing to another bat.
‘What’s what?’ goes Michael again.
‘This here!’ says Tommy, showing him another bat again.
‘Oh that,’ says Michael. ‘Well, I don’t know about that. I’ve no idea. I’ve never seen anything like it. I don’t know what to say.’
‘It’s a bat!’ yell the kids.
Michael frowns and screws up his face. He can almost hear them but not quite.
‘It’s a bat!’ they yell again.
He holds his hand to his ear.