Transvergence by Charles Sheffield Page B

standing between Rebka and Darya Lang, waiting for Atvar H'sial's signal from within the seedship that the interior was thoroughly hardened and the little vessel ready to board.

    Rebka gestured to the blazing point-image of Cavesson. "See for yourself, E.C. You take a look at the spectrum of that, then tell me what sort of life could develop on a void-cold rogue world, far from any star, but adapt fast enough to survive the sleet of radiation from Cavesson."

    "Then what is your explanation for the existence of Bridle Gap?"

    "Nothing to make you feel comfortable. Bridle Gap was moved here by the Zardalu, when they controlled this whole region. The Zardalu had great powers when humans were still swinging in the trees—just another reason to worry about them now." He began to move forward. "Wherever it came from, the planet must have had natural high-radiation life-forms. You'll see them for yourself in a couple of hours, because it looks like we're ready to go."

    Louis Nenda had appeared from within the seedship's hatch. "Tight squeeze," he said. "And goin' to be rough when we get down there. Sure one of you don't want to stay with the rest?"

    Rebka ignored the invitation to remain behind and pushed E.C. Tally on ahead of him into the seedship's interior. With Atvar H'sial already inside, it was a tight fit. The seed, full-grown, was a disappointment. The hope had been for a sizable lifeboat, capable of carrying a substantial fraction of the Erebus 's total passenger capacity. Instead the final seedship proved to be a midget: puny engines, no Bose Drive, and only enough room to squeeze in four or five people. The landing party had been whittled down: Louis Nenda and Atvar H'sial, most familiar with Zardalu Communion territory and customs; E.C. Tally, to provide an exact visual and sound record of what happened on the surface, to be played back for the others who stayed on board the Erebus ; and finally Hans Rebka, for the good—but unmentioned—reason that somebody less naive than E.C. Tally was needed to keep an eye on Nenda and Atvar H'sial.

    The group remaining on the Erebus had been assigned one unrewarding but necessary task: to learn all that could be learned about the Torvil Anfract.

     

    The planet that the seedship drifted down to was at its best from a distance. Two hundred miles up, the surface was a smoky palette of soft purple and gray. By two thousand feet that soft, airbrushed texture had resolved to a jumbled wilderness of broken, steep-sided cliffs, their faces covered with spiky gray trees and shrubs. The landing port for Bridle Gap occupied half of an isolated long, fat gash on the surface, with a dark body of water at its lower end. Louis Nenda took the ship down with total confidence and landed at the water's edge.

    "That'll do. Cross your fingers and claws. We'll know in another five minutes if Dulcimer's here." He was already smearing thick yellow cream over his face and hands.

    "Five minutes?" E.C. Tally said. "But what about the time it takes to clear customs and Immigration?"

    Nenda gave him one incredulous stare and continued applying the cream. "Better get coated, too, 'less you wanna crisp out there in two seconds." He went to the hatch, cracked it open and sniffed, then fitted improvised goggles into position. "Not bad. I'm goin'. Follow me as soon as you're ready."

    Hans Rebka was right behind as Nenda stepped out onto the surface.

    He gazed all around and made his own evaluation. He had never been to this particular planet, but he had seen a dozen that rivaled it. Bridle Gap was bad, and one would never go outside at noon, but it was no worse than his birthworld of Teufel, where no one who wanted to live went out while the Remouleur dawn wind blew.

    He looked east through his goggles, to where Cavesson's morning rays were barely clearing the jagged upthrust fingers of the cliffs. The sun's bright point was diffused by the atmosphere, and the breeze on his face was actually chilly.