Hundreds of people spread out over the hillside putting out the brush fire. Others patrolled the grounds surrounding the generating plant to make certain no sparks were blown in by the wind. Hoses were put into service to wet down the bushes and trees, to soak the roof of the large wooden building. Only when the water pressure failed did anyone realize they had a second serious problem on their hands.
The flow of water in the swift stream that ran the plant had dwindled1 to a trickle2. All over the valley the lights blinked out as the system compensated3 for the sudden loss and diverted the electricity to the laboratory. The auxiliary4 system took over and the lab continued to function, but on reduced power. Everything was turned off except the circuits directly tied into the tanks containing the clones.
Throughout the night the scientists, doctors, and technicians worked to meet the crisis. They had drilled often enough to know exactly what to do in this emergency, and no clones were lost, but the system had been damaged by the uncontrolled stoppage.
Other men began to wade5 upstream to find the cause of the diminished flow of water. In the first light of morning they stumbled upon a landslide6 that had almost dammed the small river, and work was started immediately to clear it.
“Did you try to burn down the mill?” Barry demanded.
“No. If I wanted to burn it down, I would have lighted a fire at the mill, not in the woods. If I wanted to burn it down, I would burn it down.” Mark stood before Barry’s desk, not defiant7, not frightened. He waited.
“Where were you all night?”
“In the old house. I was reading about Norfolk, studying maps . . .”
“Never mind about that.” Barry drummed his fingers on his desk, pushed back the charts he had been studying, and stood up. “Listen to me, Mark. Some of them think you’re responsible for the fire, the dam, everything. I made the point you just made: if you had tried to burn down the mill, you could have done it easily enough without going through all that. The question is still open. The mill is off limits to you. So is the laboratory, and the boat works. Do you understand?”
Mark nodded. Explosives for river clearing were kept in the boat-works building.
“I was at the old house when the fire started,” Barry said suddenly, and his voice was very cold and hard. “I saw a curious thing. It looked like an eruption8 of some sort. I’ve thought a lot about it. It could have been an explosion, enough to start the landslide. Of course, no one could have seen it from the valley, and whatever noise it made would have been masked if it were underground even a little bit, and by the noise everyone was making fighting the fire.”
“Barry,” Mark said, interrupting him. “A few years ago you said something to me that was very important, and I believed you then and still believe you. You said you wouldn’t hurt me. Do you remember?” Barry nodded, still cold and watchful9. “I say that to you now, Barry. These people are my people too, you know. I promise you I won’t ever try to hurt them. I have never done anything purposely to harm any of them, and I never will. I promise that.”
Barry watched him distrustfully, and Mark smiled softly. “I’ve never lied to you, you know. No matter what I had done, I admitted it if you asked. I’m not lying now.”
Abruptly10 Barry sat down again. “Why were you looking up Norfolk? What is Norfolk?”
“There was a naval11 base there, one of the biggest on the East Coast. When the end was coming, they must have put hundreds of ships into dry dock. The ocean levels have been dropping. Chesapeake Bay, Delaware Bay, it will be low there too, and those ships are high and dry—they called it mothballing them. I began to think of the metal in the ships. Stainless12 steel, copper13, brass14 . . . Some of those ships held crews of a thousand men, with supplies for that many, medicines, test tubes, everything.”
Barry felt the doubts fading, and the nagging15 feeling of something not cleared up vanished as they talked of the possibilities of manning an expedition to Norfolk early in the spring. Only much later did he realize he had not asked the crucial questions: Had Mark started the fire, for whatever reason, and had he blasted loose the rocks that had slid down into the stream, for whatever reason?
And if he had, why had he? They had lost time; it would take several months to clean up the mess completely, but they had planned to discontinue the cloning anyway until they were ready to start the mass production later in the spring. Nothing had been changed in their plans, except that now they would work on the stream, make it failproof, set up a new auxiliary system of generating power and improve everything generally.
Only the human implantations would be delayed beyond the target date already set for them. The preliminary work of cloning the cells, all done in the laboratory, would have to wait until spring when the lab was cleaned, the computer programmed anew . . . Why, then, had Mark been so self-satisfied? Barry couldn’t answer that question, nor could his brothers when they discussed it.
Throughout the winter Mark made his plans for the expedition to the coast. He would not be allowed to take any of the experienced foragers, who were needed to finish clearing out the warehouses16 in Philadelphia. He began training his group of thirty fourteen-year-olds while snow was still on the ground, and by March he said they would be ready to start as soon as the snow melted. He presented his provisions list to Barry for his approval; Barry didn’t even glance at it. The children would carry oversized packs, so that if they found salvageable18 items they could bring back as much as they could carry. Meanwhile, the other, more important forces who were going to Philadelphia were also being readied, and more attention was being paid to their needs than to Mark.
The laboratory was ready to operate again, the computer reprogrammed, when it was discovered the water flowing through the cave was contaminated. Somehow coliform bacteria had infiltrated19 the pure cave water, and its source had to be found before they could start operations.
It had been one thing after another, Barry and Bruce agreed. The fire, the landslide, missing supplies, misplaced drugs, now the contaminated water.
“They aren’t accidents,” Andrew said furiously. “Do you know what people are saying? It’s the work of the forest spirits! Spirits! It’s Mark! I don’t know how or why, but it’s all his doing. You’ll see, as soon as he leaves with his group, it will all stop. And this time when he comes back, if he does, we terminate him!”
Barry didn’t object; he knew it would be useless. They had determined20 that Mark, now a man of twenty, could not be allowed to exert his influence any longer. If he hadn’t come up with his plan to scout21 the shipyards at Norfolk, it would have been done sooner. He was a disturbing element. The young clones followed him blindly, took his orders without question, and looked on him with reverential awe22. Worse, no one could anticipate what he might do, or what might stir him into action of some sort. He was as alien to them as a being of another species; his intelligence was not like theirs, his emotions were not like theirs. He was the only one who had wept over the deaths of the radiation victims, Barry remembered.
Andrew was right, and there was nothing he could do to change that. At least, if Mark was responsible for the series of accidents, they would stop and there would be peace for a while in the valley. But the day Mark led his group out on foot, it was found that the corral had broken down at the far end and the livestock23 had wandered out and scattered24. They were all rounded up except two cows and their calves25 and a few sheep. And then the accidents did stop, exactly as Andrew had predicted.
The forest became thicker each day, the trees more massive. This had been a park, protected from cutting, Mark knew, but even he was awed26 by the size of the trees, some of them so large that a dozen youngsters grasping hands could hardly reach around them. He named those he knew: white oak, silverbell, maple27, a grove28 of birches . . . The days were warm as they headed south. On the fifth day they turned west by southwest, and no one questioned his directions. They did what they were told to do cheerfully and quickly and asked nothing. They were all strong, but their packs were heavy, and they were very young, and it seemed to Mark they were going at a crawl when he wanted to run, but he didn’t push them too fast. They had to be in good shape when they arrived at their destination. In the middle of the afternoon of the tenth day, he told them to stop, and they looked at him, waiting.
Mark surveyed the wide valley. He had known from studying the maps that it was here, but he hadn’t realized how beautiful it would be. There was a stream, and on either side of it the land rose enough not to be in danger of flooding, but not so steeply that it would be difficult to get water. This was the fringe of the national forest; some of the trees were the giants they had been seeing for days now, others were younger, and would make the logs they would need for their buildings. There was level ground for their crops, grazing ground for the livestock. He sighed, and when he faced his followers29 he was smiling broadly.
That afternoon and the following day he started them building lean-tos for temporary shelter; he laid out the corners of the buildings he ordered them to erect30, tagged the trees they were to cut and use for the buildings and their campfires, paced off the fields they were to clear, and then, content they had enough to keep them busy until he returned, he told them he was leaving and would return in a few days.
“But where are you going?” one of them asked, glancing about now as if questioning for the first time what they were doing.
“It’s a test, isn’t it?” another asked, smiling.
“Yes,” Mark said soberly. “You could call it a test. In survival. Are there any questions about any of my instructions?” There were none. “I’ll return with a surprise for you,” he said, and they were content.
He trotted31 effortlessly through the forest toward the river, and then he followed the river north until he reached the canoe he had hidden in the undergrowth weeks before. In all, it took him four days to return to the valley. He had been gone over two weeks, and he was afraid it might have been too long.
He approached from the hillside above the valley and lay down in some bushes to watch and wait for darkness. Late in the afternoon the paddle wheel came into view, and when it docked people swarmed32 out and lined up shoulder to shoulder to unload the boat, passing the salvage17 from one to the next, onto the shore, and into the boathouse. When lights came on, Mark moved. He started down to the old house, where he had hidden the drugs. Two-thirds of the way down he paused and dropped to his knees. To his right, a hundred yards away, was the cave entrance; the ground had been trampled33, the limestone34 slabs35 had been covered with dirt. They had found his entrance and sealed it off.
He waited until he was certain no one was below him watching the house, and then he cautiously made his way down the rest of the way, bellied36 under the bushes that grew thick about the house, and slid down the coal chute to the basement. He didn’t need a light to find the package, cached behind bricks he had pried37 loose months earlier. There too was the bottle of wine he had hidden. Working quickly, he added the stolen sleeping pills to the wine and shook it vigorously.
It was dark when he climbed the hillside once more and hurried toward the breeders’ quarters. He had to get there after they were in their rooms, but before they were asleep. He crept to the building and watched outside the windows until the night nurse made her rounds with the tray. When she had left the dorm room where Brenda and five other women slept, he tapped lightly on the window.
Brenda grinned when she saw him. She opened the window quickly, and he climbed in and whispered, “Turn off the light. I have wine. We’ll have a party.”
“They’ll have your skin if they catch you,” one of the women said. They were pleased at the prospect38 of a party, and already they were dragging out the mat, and one of them was winding39 her hair up out of the way.
“Where’s Wanda and Dorothy?” Mark asked. “They should be here, and maybe a couple of others. It’s a big bottle of wine.”
“I’ll tell them,” Loretta whispered, stifling40 her laughter.
“Wait until Nurse is out of sight.” She peeked41 out, shut the door, and pressed her finger to her lips. After waiting a moment, she looked again, then slipped out.
“After the party, maybe you and I can get out for a little while?” Brenda said, rubbing her cheek against his.
Mark nodded. “Any glasses in here?”
Someone produced glasses, and he began to pour the wine. Others joined them, and now there were eleven of the younger women on the mat drinking the golden wine, muffling42 giggles43 and laughter. When they began to yawn, they wandered off to their beds, and those who had come from the other room stretched out on the mat. Mark waited until they were all sleeping soundly, then left quietly. He went to the dock, made certain no one had remained aboard the paddle wheel, and then returned and began to carry the women out, one by one, wrapped like cocoons44 in their blankets. On his last trip he gathered as many clothes as he could find, closed the window of the dorm, and, panting with fatigue45, made his way back to the boat.
He untied46 the mooring47 ropes and let the boat glide48 with the current, using a paddle to keep it close to the shore. Downriver, nearly opposite the old house, he snagged a rock and drew the boat into shore and tied it securely. One more thing, he thought, very tired now. One more thing.
He ran to the old house and slid down the chute, then hurried upstairs. He didn’t use a light, but went straight to the paintings and started to pick up the first one. Behind him a match flared49, and he froze.
“Why did you come back?” Barry asked roughly. “Why didn’t you stay out there in the woods where you belong?”
“I came back for my things,” Mark said, and turned. Barry was alone. He was lighting50 the oil lamp. Mark made a motion toward the window, and Barry shook his head.
“It won’t do any good. They wired the stairs. If anyone comes up here, it rings an alarm in Andrew’s room. They’ll be on their way in a minute or two.”
Mark scooped51 up the painting, then another and another. “Why are you here?”
“To warn you.”
“Why? Why did you suspect I’d come back?”
“I don’t know why. I don’t want to know why. I’ve been sleeping downstairs, in the library. You won’t have time to get them all,” he said urgently as Mark picked up more paintings. “They’ll be here fast. They think you tried to burn down the mill, dam the stream, poison the clones in the tanks. They won’t stop to ask any questions this time.”
“I didn’t try to kill the clones,” Mark said, not looking at Barry. “I knew the computer would sound an alarm before the contaminated water was used. How did they find out?”
“They sent some of the boys down into the water, and a couple of them actually managed to swim out the other side, and after that, it wasn’t hard. Four were killed in the attempt,” he said without inflection.
“I’m sorry,” Mark said. “I didn’t want that.”
Barry shrugged52. “You have to go.”
“I’m ready.”
“You’ll die out there,” Barry said, in the same dead voice. “You and those children you took with you. They won’t be able to breed, you know. Maybe one girl, maybe two, but then what?”
“I’ve taken some of the women from the breeders’ compound,” Mark said.
Now Barry registered shock and disbelief. “How?”
“It doesn’t matter how. I have them. And we’ll make it. I planned it very carefully. We’ll make it.”
“That’s what it was all for?” Barry said. “The fire, the dam, the contaminated water, the seed grains you took? That’s what it was all for?” he said again, this time not looking at Mark, but searching the remaining paintings as if they held the answer. “You even have livestock,” he said.
Mark nodded. “They’re safe. I’ll get them in a week or two.”
“They’ll track you down,” Barry said slowly. “They think you’re a menace, they won’t rest until they find you.”
“They can’t find us,” Mark said. “The ones who could are in Philadelphia. By the time they get back there won’t be any signs of us anywhere.”
“Have you thought what it will be like?” Barry cried, suddenly losing the rigid53 control he had achieved. “They’ll fear you and hate you! It isn’t fair to make them all suffer. And they’ll come to hate you for it. They’ll die out there! One by one, and each one will make the survivors54 hate more. In the end you’ll all die mean and miserable55 deaths.
Mark shook his head. “If we don’t make it,” he said, “there won’t be anyone at all left on earth. The pyramid is tilting56. The pressure from the great white wall is bearing down on it, and it cannot stand.”
“And if you make it, you’ll sink back into savagery57. It will be a thousand years, five thousand, before a man can climb out of the pit you’re digging him. They’ll be animals!”
“And you’ll be dead.” Mark glanced swiftly about the room, then hurried to the door. He paused there and looked at Barry steadily58. “You won’t understand this. No one’s alive but me who could understand it. I love you, Barry. You’re strange to me, alien, not human. All of you are. But I didn’t destroy them when I could have and wanted to because I loved you. Good-bye, Barry.”
For a moment they continued to look at each other, and then Mark turned and ran lightly down the stairs. Behind him he heard the sound of something breaking, but he didn’t stop. He left by the back door, and was through the trees and into the field when Andrew and his companions drew near. Mark stopped and listened.
“He’s still up there,” someone said. “I can see him.”
Barry had broken the boards on the window so he could be seen. He was buying time for him, Mark realized, and keeping low, he began to run toward the river.
“That’s what it was all for,” Barry whispered again, and now he addressed himself to the walnut59 head that was Molly. He held the head between his hands and sat down at the exposed window with the lamp behind him. “That’s what it was all for,” he said one more time, and he wondered if Molly had always been smiling. He didn’t look up when flames started to crackle through the house, but he held the carved head tighter against his chest as if to protect it.
Far down the river Mark stood in the paddle wheel watching the flames, and he wept. When the boat bumped a rock, he began to fire the engine and then, under power, continued downriver. When he reached the Shenandoah he turned south and followed it until the big boat could go no farther. It was almost dawn. He sorted the clothes he had gathered together in the women’s quarters and made up packs of the boat’s provisions; they would need everything they could carry.
When the women began to stir, he would give them tea and cornbread, and get them ashore60. He would take the boat out to the middle of the river and let it float downstream again. They would need it back in the valley. Then he and the women would start through the forests toward home.
Epilogue
Mark kept behind trees as he approached the ridge61 over the valley once more. Twenty years, he thought. Twenty years since he had seen it. It was possible they had set up an elaborate alarm system, but he thought not. Not up here anyway. From all appearances, the woods up here had not been entered for many years. He ran the last few feet to the ridge, concealed62 himself behind a tangle63 of wild grapes, and looked below. For a long time he didn’t move, hardly breathed, and then he slowly began to walk down the slope.
There was no sign of life. Aspens grew in the fields, willows64 crowded the riverbanks; around the buildings the junipers and pines that had once been kept trimmed now grew high and almost hid the buildings. The rose hedge had become a thicket65. He started and whirled around at a sudden shriek66 that sounded almost human. A dozen large birds launched themselves into the air and flew awkwardly toward the nearest copse. The chickens had gone wild, he thought in wonder. And the livestock? He could see no sign of cattle, but they would be in the woods, along the riverbanks, spreading throughout the region.
He walked on. Again he stopped. One of the dormitories was gone, no trace of it anywhere. A tornado67, he thought, and he saw it now, a line of destruction that time had smoothed over, erased68; a path where there were no buildings, no large trees, only the new growth of alders69 and aspens and grasses that would hold the ground until the spruces made it down the hillside, until the maple and oak seeds could be blown in to land on a hospitable70 site and take root. He followed the swath cut by the tornado, more certain as he moved that that was what had happened. But it couldn’t account for the death of the entire community. Not that alone. Then he saw the ruins of the mill and stopped.
The mill had been destroyed, and only the foundation and rusting71 machinery72 indicated that it had once stood there, the mechanical queen ant of the community, giving all the will to live, the energy, the means to sustain life.
The end would have come quickly without the mill, without the power. He didn’t go any closer to it. He bowed his head and stumbled down toward the river, not wanting to see anything else.
He traveled homeward more slowly than he had come, stopping often to look at the trees, the brilliant green carpet of mosses73, and now and again he watched a glittering locust74 beat heavily through the sunlight, its iridescent75 wings appearing in flashes of color, then disappearing when it changed direction and didn’t catch the light exactly right. The locusts76 had come back; there were wasps77 again, and worms in the ground. He stopped at a mammoth78 white oak that overlooked a valley and thought about the changes the tree had witnessed silently. The leaves rustled79 over him, and he put his cheek against the tree for a moment, then went on.
Sometimes the loneliness had been almost too much, he thought, and always at those times he had found comfort in the woods, where he sought nothing human. He wondered if the others were still lonely; no one spoke80 of it any longer. He smiled as he thought of how the women had wept and screamed and straggled behind him, only to run to catch up once more.
At the top of the hill overlooking his valley he paused, then leaned against a silver maple to watch the activities below. Men and women worked in the fields—weeding the sugar cane81, hoeing corn, picking beans. Others had torn down one wall of the bathhouse and were busy expanding the facilities; more of the fired-clay tiles were being put in, fitted closely around the great fireplace in order to have a constant supply of hot water. Some of the older children were doing something to the water wheel—he couldn’t tell what.
A dozen or more children were picking blackberries along the edges of the fields. They wore long-sleeved shirts and long pants, so they wouldn’t become too scratched. They finished, put down their baskets, and began to pull off the confining clothes. Then, naked, nut-brown, laughing, they started toward the settlement. No two of them were alike.
Five thousand years of savagery, Barry had believed, but that was time measured on the steps of the pyramid, not by those who lived any part of it. Mark had led his people into a timeless period, where the recurring82 seasons and the cycles of the heavens and of life, birth, and death marked their days. Now the joys of men and women, and their agonies, were private affairs that would come and go without a trace. In the timeless period life became the goal, not the re-creation of the past or the elaborate structuring of the future. The fan of possibilities had almost closed, but was opening once more, and each new child widened its spread. More than that couldn’t be asked.
Four canoes came into view on the river; the boys and girls had been out netting fish. Now they raced one another home. Soon, Mark knew, some of them would ask the community’s permission to take the canoes on a trip of exploration, not searching for anything in particular, but out of curiosity about their world. The older adults would be fearful, unwilling83 for them to leave, but Mark would grant permission, and even if he didn’t, they would go. They had to.
Mark pushed himself away from the tree and started down the hill, impatient suddenly to be home again. He was greeted by Linda, who held out her hand to him. She was nineteen, large with child, his child.
“I’m glad you’re home,” Linda said softly. “It has been lonesome.”
“And you’re not lonely now?” he asked, putting his arm about her shoulders.
“No.”
The naked children saw him then and raced toward him, laughing, talking excitedly. Their hands and lips were stained with blackberries. He tightened84 his grip on Linda’s shoulder. She looked at him questioningly, and he loosened his grasp, afraid he had hurt her.
“Why are you smiling like that?” she asked.
“Because I’m happy to be home. I was lonely too,” he said, and it was part of the truth, and the other part he knew he could not explain to her. Because all the children were different.
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