Hal Clement - Close to Critical

“All right.” This conversation had brought them to the top of the hill where the robot was standing, among the belongings of the village. Here they reported in detail the results of their experiment. Fagin heard them through in silence.

“Good work,” he said at the end. “You’ve learned something, if not everything. Your question about stability is a good one. I would suggest that you build a wooden frame—oh, about the size and structure of one wall of a hut, but lying on the ground. Then the sacks can be fastened to the corners; any time one corner gets lower than the others, the buoyant force on it will increase, so the whole thing ought to be fairly stable.”

“But wood sinks. How can you make a boat out of it?”

“Just count it as part of the weight the sacks—let’s call those floats, by the way—have’to carry. You’ll need even more floats, but don’t let it worry you. I’d suggest that the two of you start the frame now; you might be able to finish it by yourselves, since there’s plenty of wood. Then you can start fastening floats to it whenever you can get hold of any; you make a few kills defending “the herd every day, so you should make some progress.

“While you’re doing that, you might lend your minds to another problem. The bathyscaphe is not staying at sea, but is drifting toward the shore.”

“But that’s no problem; it solves our problems. We’ll just have to travel south along the shore until we find it. You had already decided it must be south of us, you said.”

“Quite true. The problem is the fact that Swift, with most of his tribe, seems to be standing on the shore waiting for it. Strictly speaking, Easy hasn’t recognized Swift, partly because she can’t tell one of you from another yet and partly because they aren’t close enough, but it’s hard to imagine who else it could be. This raises the question of whether Swift is accepting our offer, or proposes to keep the bathyscaphe and those in it for his own purposes. I suppose it’s a little early to expect an answer from him; but if we don’t get one some time today, I think we’ll have to assume we’re on our own and act accordingly.”

“How?”

“That is the problem I suggest you attack right now. I suspect that whatever solution you reach, you’ll find the boat will figure in it; so go ahead with it, as far as you can.”

The Teacher fell silent, and his students fell to work. As Fagin had said, there was plenty of wood around, since the camp had not been there very long. Much of it, of course, was unsuitable for any sort of construction, having the brittleness of so many Tenebran plants; but a few varieties had branches or stems both long and reasonably springy, and the two were able to locate in an hour what they hoped would be enough of these. The actual cutting of them with their stone blades took rather longer, and binding them into a framework whose strength satisfied all concerned took longest of all. When completed, it was a rectangle of some fifteen by twenty feet, made of about three dozen rods of wood which an Earth-man would probably have described as saplings, lashed at right angles to each other to form a reasonably solid grillwork. Thinking of it as a floor, neither Nick nor Betsey was particularly happy; the spaces were quite large enough to let their feet through, and the said feet were even less prehensile than those of a human being. They decided, however, that this was an inconvenience rather than a serious weakness, and shifted their attention to the problem of getting floats.

All this was reported to the Teacher, who approved. The approval was more casual than the two realized, for at the moment Raeker’s attention was otherwise occupied. The bathyscaphe had now drifted within fifty yards of the shore and had there run aground, according to Easy. She had offered neither observation nor opinion as to the cause of the drift, and none of the scientists who had taken so many reels of data about the planet had been able to do any better. Easy herself did not seem bothered; she was now engaged in language practice across the narrow span of liquid that kept the bathyscaphe out of Swift’s reach. Raeker lacked even the minor comfort of being able to hear the conversation. The microphones of the outside speakers were, somewhat sensibly, located by the observation ports, so that the girl had taken up her station where she would have to shout to be heard in the Vindemiatrix. She did not bother to shout; most of the time she didn’t even think of Raeker or, to be embarrassingly frank, of her father. She had not been interested in the biology, geology, or the virtually nonexistent climatology of Tenebra; her interest in the rescue operation, while profound and personal, had reached the point where she could only wait for information which was always the same; but here were people, and people she could talk to—at least, after a fashion. Therefore, she talked, and only occasionally could anyone above get her attention long enough to learn anything.

She did find out that Swift was one of those present on the nearby shore, and Raeker duly relayed this information to Nick; but when questions were asked such as whether Swift planned to follow the suggestion he must by now have received via Nick’s ex-prisoner, or how he had been able to find the bathyscaphe so quickly, no satisfactory answer was forthcoming. Raeker couldn’t decide whether the trouble was Easy’s incomplete mastery of the language, her lack of interest in the questions themselves, or a deliberate vagueness on Swift’s part. The whole situation was irritating to a man who had exercised fairly adequate control over affairs on Tenebra for some years past; at the moment a majority of his agents were out of contact, what might be called the forces of rebellion were operating freely, and the only human being on the planet was neglecting work for gossip. Of course, his viewpoint may have been slightly narrow.

Things looked up toward the middle of the Tenebran afternoon. Jim and Jane returned, long before they had been expected, to increase the strength of the shipbuilding crew. They reported unusually easy travel and high speed, so they had reached their first search area on the initial day’s travel, examined it, and been able to cover the other and return in something like half the expected time. They had found nothing in their own areas. They had seen a light to the south, but judged that John and Nancy would cover it, and had decided to stick to their own itinerary and get the desired report in. It was quite impossible, of course, for them to read any expression from the robot, and Raeker managed to keep his feelings out of his voice, so they never suspected that their report was hi any way unsatisfactory. For a short tune, Raeker toyed with the thought of sending them out again to check the light; but then he reflected that in the first place John and Nancy would, as Jim said, have done so, and in the second place the ’scaphe had effectively been located, and he decided the pair were of more use getting leather. The lack of initiative they had displayed tended to support this conclusion. He spoke accordingly, and the two promptly took their spears up again and went hunting.

“One point may have struck you, Nick,” Raeker said after they had gone.

“What is that, Teacher?”

“They saw the light to the south of their search area. That suggests strongly that the shore of this sea bends westward as it is followed south; and since the caves of Swift lie in the same direction, it is fairly likely that they are closer to the shore than we realized. This may account for Swift’s finding the ship so quickly.”

“It may,” admitted Nick.

“You sound dubious. Where is the hole hi the reasoning?”

“It’s just that I hunted with Swift’s people for a good many days, and covered a lot of territory around his caves in the process, without either encountering the sea myself or hearing it mentioned by any of his people. It seems hard to believe that the lights of your missing ship could be seen a hundred miles, and something like that would be necessary to reconcile both sets of facts.”