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"The chair finds the point well taken, if perhaps somewhat heatedly expressed. Does anyone wish to make a motion that the French statement be deferred until every other national spokesman has finished his remarks?"
"Oh, oh," Vadбsz muttered. "This does not look good."
Heim reached out and adjusted the 'pilot for top speed. The engine hum strengthened. Above it he heard a member of the Argentine group say, "I so move," and a Dutchman, "I second."
"It has been moved and seconded"
"What if they don't let him?" Lisa wailed.
"Then we've got to go like bats out of Venus," Heim said.
Coquelin began to speak in favor of the motion. After a few minutes, Vadбsz clicked his tongue and said admiringly: "Never did I hear anything so long-winded. That man is an artist."
"Um," Wingate grunted. "He may antagonize 'em."
"Obviously," said Heim in a bleak tone, "he doesn't expect to win, no matter what"
Debate droned back and forth. The flyer left the storm behind and fled over a huge wrinkled landscape. Far to the east gleamed the Sierra peaks. We could lose all that beauty someday, Heim thought.
Mojave Field sprawled into view. He slanted down on the beam and saw Connie Girl poised in the open. Garaging, formalities of clearance, the long walk across concrete under a glaring sunwas the light what blinded him?
They stopped at the ramp. "Well," said Wingate gruffly, "you can't waste time. God ride with you, Son." He let the handclasp die.
Lisa came into Heim's arms. "Daddy, Daddy, I'm sorry, I c-c-can't help bawling."
"Blaze to that." He ruffled her hair and held her close against his chest. "We'll be back, you know. Rich and famous and a million stories to tell." He swallowed. "You ... you've been ... you are a good girl. I couldn't have asked for a finer girl. So long. Plain old pa gensyn."
He gave her to Vadбsz, who embraced her very lightly and bestowed a kiss on the wet cheek. "Isten veled," the Magyar said low. "I shall bring you home a song."
Hastily, then, they mounted the ramp, stood waving while it retracted, and saw the lock close before them.
"Thanks, Endre," Heim said. He turned on his heel. "Let's get cracking."
The yacht could have sprung straight into orbit. But better not show unseemly haste. Heim took her up according to the beams. The sky darkened and stars awoke, until blackness was a jewel box. Vadбsz fiddled with the com controls and eventually succeeded in getting a satellite relay from Mexico.
Debate on a procedural motion was not unlimited. The voting started before Connie Girl had made rendezvous. A roll call tolled overwhelming defeat.
"Mr. President," Coquelin's voice lifted from the 3V, blurred, small as an insect's, "this is a strange development. France had looked for the normal courtesies. Since I am required to make my country's basic policy statement today, I will. However, I note the time is near midday, and I warn the distinguished representatives that I shall be speaking at some length. Accordingly, I suggest that first we adjourn for lunch."
"The chair so rules," Fazil conceded. "This meeting will resume at 1400 hours sharp." His gavel clubbed down.
"An artist, I tell you," Vadбsz laughed,
"A couple hours isn't much time to get under way, with a crew new to the ship," Heim reminded him.
The great torpedo shape hove in sight and waxed as he closed until it filled his bow vision. As yet she was un-camouflaged, and sunlight lay furious on the stern assembly; drive units, Mach rings, boathouses, turrets, hatches cast long shadows on the metal flanks.
"Yacht Connie Girl calling cruiser Fox II, We are coming in. Please stand by. Over."
Wingate had argued about the change of cognomen. "I know what your old command meant to you, Gunnar," he said. "But you'll get enough people mad without taking the name of a Navy ship."
"I'm not, exactly," Heim said. "Last I heard, foxes were still in the public domain. Besides, I damn well figure to rub people's noses in what the Navy ought to be doing. What it wants to do, in fact."
Number Four boathouse stood open for him. He cradled the yachtshe was about the size of a regular auxiliaryand fretted while airpumps filled the shell. The corridors beyond were bustle and clangor. He'd had the men aboard for assignments and instruction, but nonetheless he wished terribly there had been time for a shakedown cruise.
First Officer Penoyer saluted on the bridge. "Welcome, sir." Until Dave greeted him so, he had not really remembered how alone the captain is. "Full roster present Work proceeding. Estimated time of acceleration, 2300 hours GMT."
"Knock at least an hour off that," Heim said.
"Sir?"
"You heard me." Heim sat down and riffled through the manual of operations. "Here, for instance. The C.E. doesn't have to check out the internal field compensators again. If they fail, we'll accelerate at no more than one-point-five gee; once in free fall, we can stand weightlessness till they're fixed. Not that I expect any trouble in his department anyway. He's good. Have him proceed directly to tuning the pulse manifolds. The more carefully that job is done, the nearer Sol we can go FTL."
"Aye, aye, sir." With noticeable distaste, Penoyer flicked the intercom and spoke to Uthg-a-K'thaq. Heim continued his search for corners that might be cut.
And somehow, in some typically human left-handed fashion, the job was done. At 2145 klaxons hooted, orders echoed, atoms flamed in fusion generators, and gravitational forces laid hold of space. Slowly, smoothly, with a deep purr felt less within the ears than the bones, Fox II slipped her moorings to Earth and departed orbit.
Heim stood on the bridge and watched his 'world recede. Still she dominated heaven, vast and infinitely fair, clouds and seas and a sapphire rim of sky. He had observed the continents in their nights and days as he rounded her: Africa, whence man came; Asia, where first he was more than a savage; Europe, where he outgrew myth and measured the stars; Australia, long-sought dream; Antarctica of the heroes. But he was happy that his last sight as he drove star-ward was of America, where the law was first written that all men are free.
Doubts and fears, even homesickness, had fallen away. He was committed now, and joy dwelt within him.
"Stations report condition satisfactory," Penoyer announced after a while.
"Very good. Carry on." Heim found the intercom and called the steward's department. "Endre? D'you have things in hand so they can get along without you for a spell? ... Okay, come onto the bridge. And bring your guitar. We'll want a song or two."
The Magyar's voice was troubled. "Captain, have you been listening to Parliament?"
"Uh ... no. Too busy. Good Lord, they started fresh more than an hour ago, didn't they?"
"Yes. We're picking up the beam to Mars. I have watched andwell, they did not let Coquelin delay. He tried, with a long introductory speech, and the chair ruled he must keep to the point Then he tried to introduce the evidence about New Europe, and someone objected and they decided to vote on whether that was germane now. The roll is still being called, but already he has a majority against him."
"Oh-oh." Heim was not shaken, on this day when he commanded anew a ship for Earth. But the need for action stabbed through his nerves. "Mr. Penoyer," he directed, "signal for maximum acceleration and order all hands to emergency stations."
The mate gulped and obeyed. "Have Sparks shunt that debate to our 3V," Heim went on. "Mr. Vadбsz, please come to the bridge." His chuckle was fiat. "Yes, bring your guitar."
"What's the problem, sir?" Penoyer asked in unease.
"You'll see," Heim replied. "France is about to throw a nuke into the whole machine. Our plan was to have Fox well away by then. Now we'll need luck as well as brains and beauty."
The screen flickered to fuzzy motion. Coquelin was nearly drowned out by the risen rumble of engines. Earth dwindled among the stars and Luna's pocked face grew nearer.
"this assembly is determined to give my country not one centimeter. As you like, ladies and gentlemen. I wished to say this gradually, for the blow is heavy at best. Now you must hear me whether you are ready or not."
The camera zoomed so close that Coquelin's visage filled the screen. That was a lousy trick, Heim thought. But, if he wasn't letting his own prejudices hoodwink him, this time it didn't work. Instead of underscoring every blemishwarts, moles, hairs, wrinklesthe close-up showed anger and unbreakable strength. Heim believed himself confirmed when the view moved back after a minute, to make Coquelin another man shuffling papers on a lectern.
"Mr. President, honorable delegates" The translation could only suggest how the voice shifted, became the dry detached recital of an attorney making a technical point. "The Federation was founded and still exists to end the tragic anarchy that prevailed among nations before, to bring them under a law that serves the good of all. Now law cannot endure without equal justice. The popularity of an argument must be irrelevant. Only the lawful cause may be admitted. In the name of France, I therefore advance the following points."
"1. The Constitution forbids each member nation to keep armed forces above the police level or to violate the territorial integrity of any other member nation in any way. To enforce this, the Peace Control Authority is vested with the sole military power. It may and must take such measures as are necessary to stop aggressive acts, including conspiracy to commit such acts. The individuals responsible must be arrested and brought to trial before the World Court."