Jack McDevitt - The Devil's Eye

on a roll. "Look at this." He opened it to the inside cover. It was stamped. ADMINISTRATOR'S LIBRARY. "The bureaucrats owned it and they didn't even know what it was worth." "Maybe Kilgore himself had it." "I'd hate to think he's that dumb."

The rest of the morning's news was routine. A tax revolt in a place called Champika, and a triple murder in Marinopolis. There'd been an accident at one of the shelters they were building against the Mute invasion. Two dead. Along with the bacon, he was eating eggs and home fries. I leered at it, and he smiled. "Sorry," he said. "This was the last of it. But they have a grain dish. Something like oatmeal. You could try that. Looks good." "You're kidding," I said. "Well, yes. Actually, the larder's full." I decided cinnamon toast, orange juice, eggs, and coffee were just what I wanted, and passed the order to Kellie. I can't really say I enjoyed it all that much, though. It's hard to concentrate on food when you keep waiting for the skimmer to land and bring somebody who's going to insert mental blocks of some sort. It was hard to believe such a thing could really work. That they could induce an inhibition so strong that it would prevent me from acting on whatever I wanted to act on. But I didn't want to give them a shot at it. The cliff edge ran right by the window. I got up, went over, and stood on my toes to get a better look down. I couldn't see much other than a tree that was growing almost horizontally out of the cliff edge. "It's a long drop," said Alex. "We need to go out and look around." "Too cold. We have no coats." "We could wrap up in blankets." "You'd need boots, too." He scooped up some of the bacon, put it in his mouth, and took a bite out of a roll. "There's no place to go anyway. We're on a plateau." "No way to get off?" "Can't be sure, but it's a safe assumption." "If we wait for it to get warm-" "It won't help if we go out and freeze." He finished with the roll and indulged himself with more eggs. "I don't suppose you could rig a transmitter of some sort?" "From the HV? No. I doubt anybody could do it. Certainly not me." "I didn't think so." "How long do you figure we've got? Before they come back?" "Don't know. Not long. I think they'll want to get it done as quickly as they can."

Jackets were packed in our luggage, but they weren't worth much in those temperatures. Still, I put mine on and went outside. The air had a knife-edge to it. The plateau was small. If I'd been dressed for it, and the snow wasn't up to my ankles, I could have walked across it in five minutes. Without getting too close, I looked over the edge. There were a few patches of forest down there, a lot of ridges and gullies. And a river. A large mountain lay to the south. (At least I thought it was the south.) And immediately below us, I could see something moving, an animal of some kind. And that was it. No human habitation was visible anywhere. Alex came up behind me. "Careful," he said. Something with wings showed up and took an interest in us. I found a dead branch and picked it up. Just in case.

I decided I'd go out every day and look over the edge. It didn't take long. The following afternoon, I

saw five people in the valley. It looked like a hunting party. They were directly below me. I called out and waved, but they never turned around. Another one, trailing the rest, emerged from a patch of forest. I wasn't sure, but I thought he looked up and saw me. I waved again. Yelled. He kept going. They passed below where I was standing, so I found a dead branch and threw it over the side. I tossed it well away from them, so there'd be no danger. It landed silently in the trees, but it must have caught their attention. They stopped, and I followed up with a rock. Which was all I could find on short notice. It landed in much the same place, while I jumped up and down and waved and yelled. One of them raised his weapon, and I realized he was going to take a shot at me. I ducked. They use disrupters for hunting on Salud Afar. So I had no way to know whether he'd actually fired or not. But it was clear they weren't friendly, and as they walked away, I was tempted to lob a few more stones down on them.

But it gave me an idea. I had a paper notebook in one of my bags. I dug it out, and began writing a message on each page: HELP. WE'RE PRISONERS ATOP THE PLATEAU. NEED RESCUE. And, as an afterthought: CONTACT ROB PEIFER. REWARD. I signed it with Alex's name. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Giving us another shot. I wish we had some plastic bags around here." I did a search but found nothing. No bags. Also no rubber bands. No plastic containers. No paper clips. In the end I simply crumpled the notes up, sixty-two individual pages, went back out, and walked around the rim, giving them to the wind. "Well," Alex said, when I got back, "who knows?"

The house was comfortable enough. It had an old-world feel, with its fabric chairs and wooden walls. We kept the fireplace going, even though we no longer needed it. The living room had a wall-length set of windows and a mahogany-colored domed ceiling. The kitchen boasted a magnificent view, which included the valley and the mountain. It must have been the tallest mountain on the planet. The furniture was all hand-carved. The chairs and sofa used gold fabric. Metal lamps stood on the tables. Under other circumstances, it would have been a lovely retreat. Except, of course, that you wouldn't want to try skiing, or any other outdoor sport. But for a place to sit by the windows with a good book, it was hard to beat. When I got back from throwing paper off the cliff, I kicked off my shoes and socks and settled down in front of the fireplace again. "Well," I said, "it doesn't look very encouraging out there." Alex gazed up at the domed ceiling. "You don't suppose they have any gravity belts here anywhere?" Ah yes. It was probably a good thing that old staple of fantasy epics had never proven feasible. Drunks at six thousand meters. Not a happy prospect. Although we could have used a couple at the time. "As soon as I get warm," he said, "I want to take a look at the utility shed. Maybe there'll be something useful in there."

The shed was sparse. We found a few spare lighting fixtures, two shovels, some nuts and bolts and nails, a backup calibrator for Kellie, a broken HV, a drill, an ax, thirty or forty meters of cable, two ladders, a box of ceiling hooks, a few flowerpots, two cans of paint, three pristine brushes, and some fishing gear. Fishing gear. We went back inside and debated whether we should disable Kellie. "She's probably reporting back," said Alex. "Disable her, and we still have no guarantee we aren't being watched." Nevertheless, we both felt it would be a good idea to put her out of action. So we asked her whether she could be safely disabled. "Yes," she said. "Is that what you wish to do?" "Yes."

"You are certain?"

"Yes. Nothing personal."

"As you wish." Her lights went out. I disconnected her power source just to be safe. "Okay," said Alex. "We'll have to assume they're still watching us. You have anything to say you don't want them to hear, we go outside." I looked out at the snow. Somebody was going to pay.

That afternoon, a skimmer came in from the east. It threw a scare into me. I hurried outside. It was a big white vehicle with THE DOWNTOWNERS stenciled across its hull, along with a G clef and a few musical notes. I waved and shouted. It kept going. Then it arced around and started back. I could see the pilot, a male, with a woman beside him. And it looked like two kids in back. I waved some more. "Help!" Alex ran outside and jumped up and down. One of the kids saw me. I watched him push the other one and point in my direction. They laughed. "Yes!" I said. "Alex, we might get a break here." Alex kept waving. I cheered. The pilot was looking at us now. "Help!" The pilot waved back. Hi. You idiot . Can't you see we're out here without any jackets? Freezing? I squeezed my neck and tried to look in distress. The kids laughed again, and the pilot waved a final time and began to climb. We watched them dwindle and finally vanish.