"Kim Stanley Robinson - Mars 03 - Blue Mars" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)

"Yes."

Coyote's face twisted with grief. "Ah, God. Those bastards."

Ann had nothing to say. She had not known Kasei well, or liked him much. Coyote on the other hand had known him from birth, back in Hiroko's hidden colony, and from boyhood had taken him along on his furtive expeditions all over Mars. Now tears coursed down the deep wrinkles on Coyote's cheeks, and Ann clenched her teeth.

"Can you get them down to Aganippe?" she asked. "I'll stay and deal with the people in east Pavonis."

Coyote nodded. "I'll get them down as fast as I can. Meet at west station."

"I'll tell them that."

"The greens will be mad at you."

"Fuck the greens."



Some part of the Kakaze snuck into the west terminal of Sheffield, in the light of a smoky dull sunset: small groups wearing blackened dirty walkers, their faces white and frightened, angry, disoriented, in shock. Wasted. Eventually there were three or four hundred of them, sharing the day's bad news. When Coyote slipped in the back, Ann rose and spoke in a voice just loud enough to carry to all of them, aware as she never had been in her life of her position as the first Red; of what that meant, now. These people had taken her seriously and here they were, beaten and lucky to be alive, with dead friends everywhere in the town east of them.

"A direct assault was a bad idea," she said, unable to help herself. "It worked in Burroughs, but that was a different kind of situation. Here it failed. People who might have lived a thousand years are dead. The cable wasn't worth that. We're going to go into hiding and wait for our next chance, our next real chance."

There were hoarse objections to this, angry shouts: "No! No! Never! Bring down the cable!"

Ann waited them out. Finally she raised a hand, and slowly they went silent again.

"It could backfire all too easily if we fight the greens now. It could give the metanats an excuse to come in again. That would be far worse than dealing with a native government. With Martians we can at least talk. The environmental part of the Dorsa Brevia agreement gives us some leverage. We'll just have to keep working as best we can. Start somewhere else. Do you understand?"

This morning they wouldn't have. Now they still didn't want to. She waited out the protesting voices, stared them down. The intense, cross-eyed glare of Ann Clayborne.... A lot of them had joined the fight because of her, back in the days when the enemy was the enemy, and the underground an actual working alliance, loose and fractured but with all its elements more or less on the same side....

They bowed their heads, reluctantly accepting that if Clayborne was against them, their moral leadership was gone. And without that-without Kasei, without Dao- with the bulk of the natives green, and firmly behind the leadership of Nirgal and Jackie, and Peter the traitor. . . .

"Coyote will get you off Tharsis," Ann said, feeling sick. She left the room, walked through the terminal and out the lock, back into her rover. Kasei's wristpad lay on the car's dashboard, and she threw it across the compartment, sobbed. She sat in the driver's seat and composed herself, and then started the car and went looking for Nadia and Sax and all the rest.



Eventually she found herself back in east Pavonis, and there they were, all still in the warehouse complex; when she walked in the door they stared at her as if the attack on the cable had been her idea, as if she was personally responsible for everything bad that had happened, both on that day and throughout the revolution-just as they had stared at her after Burroughs, in fact. Peter was actually there, the traitor, and she veered away from him, and ignored the rest, or tried to, Irishka frightened, Jackie red-eyed and furious, her father killed this day after all, and though she was in Peter's camp and so partly responsible for the crushing response to the Red offensive, you could see with one look at her that someone would pay-but Ann ignored all that, and walked across the room to Sax-who was in his nook in the far corner of the big central room, sitting before a screen reading long columns of figures, muttering things to his AI. Ann waved a hand between his face and his screen and he looked up, startled.

Strangely, he was the only one of the whole crowd who did not appear to blame her. Indeed he regarded her with his head tilted to the side, with a birdlike curiosity that almost resembled sympathy.

"Bad news about Kasei," he said. "Kasei and all the rest. I'm glad that you and Desmond survived."

She ignored that, and told him in a rapid undertone where the Reds were going, and what she had told them to do. "I think I can keep them from trying any more direct attacks on the cable," she said. "And from most acts of violence, at least in the short term."

"Good," Sax said.

"But I want something for it," she said. "I want it and if I don't get it, I'll set them on you forever."

"The soletta?" Sax asked.