Starship Fall (Starship Seasons, #2)(23)

“Well, it might not. But it struck me that Kee thought so. Anyway, she wanted me to come and tell you. We have to keep Hawk from the sacred cavern, at all costs.”

Matt said, “That shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Maddie was watching me. “What do you think about it... the ritual, this vision business?”

I shrugged. “Well, the rationalist in me thinks it’s bunkum. But that tiny part of me, the superstitious heathen in my hind-brain…”

“I know what you mean, David. Look at it from the Ashentay’s point of view. They’re conditioned to believe, and if they have visions which they do believe in strongly enough, then maybe the power of suggestion is so powerful that it might bring about the envisioned events. A kind of self-fulfilling prophecy.”

“That’s about where I stand on it,” I said. “But if Hawk did get stabbed in the sacred cavern...” I shrugged. “If that did happen, then I’d become a convert.”

Maddie said, “Presumably Hawk doesn’t know anything about this?”

“That’s right. Kee asked us not to breathe a word.”

“Poor girl. She must be in a terrible state.”

“Well, she doesn’t believe that what she saw was written in stone,” I said. “Her people believe that the visions don’t necessarily come to pass, that things can be done to circumvent them.” I shrugged. “The sight of Carlotta shook her, though.”

“Spooky.” Maddie shivered. “Another beer?”

We drank as the afternoon progressed, the conversation moving onto other things, and eventually back – perhaps inevitably – to my liaison with Carlotta.

Maddie said, “But you won’t leave us if she decides Magenta is too much of a backwater, will you, David?”

“Lay off!” I protested good-naturedly.

“Why don’t you stay for something to eat?” Matt asked. “We were thinking of having a barbecue. Henderson gave us a flat-head he caught earlier.”

Maddie laughed. “Don’t be so silly, Matt! David has other fish to fry.”

“At the Jackeral,” I said, groaning at her pun and examining my watch, “in under one hour. I’d better be off.”

“Tell us all about it the next time we meet!” Maddie called as I made my way from the verandah.

I smiled and waved and, as I wandered back through the scented pines, I thought how lucky I was to have such great friends… and now Carlotta.

I arrived back at the Mantis, dressed for dinner, and arrived at the Jackeral with ten minutes to spare.

* * *

Carlotta breezed in on the stroke of seven. Heads turned as she made her way to the bar, stunning in a yellow, off-the-shoulder dress with a flower of the same colour pinned in her hair. The dress complemented her mocha skin, and as if to emphasise the Indian in her she wore a crimson tikka-spot on her forehead.

She pecked my cheek in greeting and whispered, “Great to see you, David,” and I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

“Shall we have a drink at the bar, and then dine?” she said, sliding onto the bar-stool beside mine. “I’ll have the usual.”

I ordered another beer and a vodka and sava for Carlotta, and I asked her how her day in MacIntyre had gone.

“It was a success. I collected what I went for and miraculously it had survived the Telemass journey intact.”

“What was it?”

“It’s a secret, David. But I’ll show you later tonight, hm? That is, if you want to come back to my place?”

I smiled. “Try keeping me away,” I said, my curiosity piqued.

We drank and chatted and I felt totally relaxed in her company. The David Conway of just one week ago, had he been able to look ahead and see himself in the presence of this beautiful woman, would have been amazed; looking back, I had assumed I was happy then, but what I felt now was close to euphoria.

We had another drink and then moved to the dining area; I had grilled jackeral and Carlotta a local salad, and as we ate she regaled me with hilarious stories of the great and the good – and the not so great and good – she had met during her time as a world-famous holo star.

She laughed a lot, and touched me, and I compared her present mood to how unhappy she had been just days ago, and I marvelled that I had made such a difference.

I told her about my life in British Columbia, and she asked about my wife. I told her that the marriage had been happy, but that it had no way of surviving the death of my daughter.

She quickly touched my hand. “Don’t, David. I can see it still hurts. Tell me about the Mantis instead. I’ve seen the film, but I want the truth.”

So I told her how I’d bought the Mantis from Hawk’s junkyard, and how just days later I’d seen the first alien ghost aboard it… and how, a while later, the ghost of the Yall had led us to the miracle of the golden column.

“And to think,” Carlotta declared, at her most thespian, “I am intimate with the Opener of the Way!”

We laughed and drank and, come midnight, we were happily sozzled.

“And now,” she said, standing and swaying and pulling me up from the table. “Now I want to show you something. Back to

my place, my man.”

I allowed myself to be taken, and we slogged through the magenta sands which scintillated in the Ringlight, almost falling once or twice and laughing at our clumsiness.