Dont ask me, Mikhail said. Im an Orthodox.
But Bud said quietly, I can think of one.
His words could not have reached Helena before her reply. But the hymn she began to sing, rather tunelessly, was exactly the one hed had in mind.
Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave
Bud joined in, frowning as he tried to remember the words. Then he heard the voices of Rose Delea and others on the shield. At last even Mikhail, presumably prompted by Thales, was singing too. Only Eugene Mangles looked puzzled, and stayed silent.
Who biddst the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep
Of course this interplanetary choir was absurd if you thought about it. Professor Einstein and his lightspeed delays saw to that: by the time Helena heard the others follow her lead she would have finished the last verse. But somehow that didnt matter, and Bud sang lustily, joining with a handful of voices scattered over tens of millions of kilometers:
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea.
But even as he sang he was aware of the silent presence of Athena all around him, a presence betrayed by not a single breath.
36: Sunset (III)
On this last evening, Siobhan McGorran was in her small Euro-needle office. Pacing around the room restlessly, she peered out at a darkened London.
Across the city, under its closed Dome, a multiple night had fallen. But the streets were bright. She wondered what she might hear if not for the heavily soundproofed window: laughter, screams, car horns, sirens, the tinkle of broken glass? It was a feverish night, that was for sure; few people were going to get any sleep.
Toby Pitt came bustling in. He bore a small cardboard tray with two big polystyrene mugs of coffee and a handful of biscuits.
Siobhan took the coffee gratefully. Toby, youre an unsung hero.
He sat down and took a biscuit. If my sole contribution to Earths crisis has been to fetch biccies for the Astronomer Royal, then Im going to carry on doing it to the bitter endeven if I have to smuggle in my own digestives to do it. Stingy shower, these Eurocrats. Cheers!
Toby seemed as bland and unflappable as ever. He was displaying a peculiarly British strength of character, she thought: coffee and biscuits, even while the world ended. But it struck her that hed never told her anything about his private life.
Isnt there anywhere youd rather be, Toby? Somebody you want to be with
He shrugged. My partner is in Birmingham, with his family. Hes as safe as I am here, or not.
Siobhan did a double take: he? Something else she hadnt known about Toby. You have no family?
A sister in Australia. Shes under the Perth Dome, with her kids. Theres nothing I could do to make them any safer. Other than that, were orphans, Im afraid. Actually you might be interested in my sisters work. Shes a space engineer. Shes been developing designs for a space elevator. You know, a cable car up to geosynchronous orbitthe way to travel into space. All paper studies for the time being, of course. But she assures me its entirely technically feasible. He pulled a face. Shame we dont have one now; it would have saved a lot of rocket launches. What about your family? Your mother and daughterare they here in London?
She hesitated, then shook her head. I found them a place in a neutrino observatory.
In a what? Oh.
It was actually an abandoned salt mine in Cheshire. All neutrino observatories were buried deep underground. I got a tip-off from Mikhail Martynov on the Moon. Of course I wasnt the only one with the idea. I had to pull a few strings to get them both in there.
Which was strictly against the rules of the Eurocracy.
The Prime Minister of Europe had allowed his deputy to be put into storage in the Liverpool Bunker, so there were at least two independent command points. But he had insisted that otherwise his whole administration, including such semi-detached figures as Siobhan, had to be here in the Euro-needle in London, aboveground. It was all a question of morale, he insisted; those in government on this fateful day must not be seen to be using their powers to find bolt-holes.
For all Siobhan knew the Prime Minister might be right about the morale question; she was no politician. But the rule about not helping your family was a stricture she had found, after much conscience wrestling, she was unable to keep. It made her feel worse than ever that she had had to go confront Bud and his heroes up on the shield when they had yielded to exactly the same impulse.
Toby was hardly likely to grass her up, however. Dont imagine youre the only one. Its a shame you cant be with your family, though. He settled back in his chair and lit up a cigarette. This was a day for breaking rules, it seemed.
The final few months and weeks had seen an accelerando of activity, on Earth as well as in space.
Most major cities were now covered by domes like Londons, or cruder barrages of balloons and blimps. Redundancies had been built into every vital system, fiber-optic backups for communications links had been buried deep in the ground, and supplies of food and water had been laid in. If the shield didnt work, Siobhan was sure, none of these efforts would make a blind bit of difference, but if, in President Alvarezs words, the shield turned a lethal event into a survivable one, every life saved was going to matter.
And anyhow governments had to show their people they were trying to do something, anything, as much as was humanly possible. Psychologically at least, perhaps it had worked. Almost to the end society had pretty much kept functioning in an orderly way, denying the predictions of terminal anarchy made by a few commentators with pessimistic views of their fellow humans.
But even so things had frayed. It was all very well to obey urgings to keep working while there were still years to go. With just weeks left a growing restlessness had affected almost everybody. There had been a rise in absenteeism and petty lawlessness, and the gathering swarms of refugees that drained out of the unsheltered countryside toward the domed cities had at last prompted most governments to impose martial law. The police, fire brigades, armed forces, and medical services had been stretched to the limitthey were exhausted, it was said, even before the real crisis broke.
The picture around the world was similar, Siobhan knew from the administrations data networks and from her own travels. Every holy site was crammed full of pilgrims, many of them sudden converts, from the waters of the Ganges to Jerusalem, and even the crater of Rome, which had been converted into a crude open-air cathedral. Other gods were invoked too. At Roswell and other classic UFO sites, vast spontaneous festivals had broken out as people gathered to plead with their favorite aliens to come save them from this misery. Siobhan wondered what Bisesa would make of such scenes; what an irony about all this misdirected hope and faith in the aliens if Bisesa was right about the role of her Firstborn!
The mood in America had surprised her. It was only a couple of days since Siobhans own last visit to the States, on a fact-finding trip for the Prime Ministers office. People had finished all the emergency preparations they could; domes were erected and sealed, backyard bolt-holes dug out, Cold War bunkers opened up and restocked. Now people seemed to be turning to what was precious. There had been a great last-minute drive to protect national treasures, from American eagles to sequoia seeds to the seventy-year-old Moon ships of NASAs rocket parks. And people had congregated in national parks and other much-loved places, even where no storm protection was available, as if they wanted to be somewhere they cherished when the storm broke.
But people were quiet, and it seemed to Siobhan that the mood in America was wistful. It was still a young nation after all, and perhaps it seemed to Americans that a great adventure was ending too soon.