NOISE 
Also by Hal Clement 
Half Life 
Heavy Planet 
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NOISE 
Copyright  2003 by Hal Clement 
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To Tania Ruiz, 
who came up with the coral 
when the pumice refused to form 

Acknowledgments 
Principal thanks go to the writers group that, I understand, has been named Hals Pals by Harlan 
Ellison. They have listened, suggested, criticized, encouraged. The membership has been rather variable 
over the years, but Sherry Briggs, Mona Wheeler, Greg and Anne Warner, Tania Ruiz, Matt Jarpe, and 
Wendy Spencer have all had their say in this particular Enterprise (pun inappropriate but intended). I 
dont keep a log of the meetings and hope I havent forgotten anyone. If I have, I apologize; I do notice 
that as the years go by the insulation is getting frayed. 
Other fans who have listened at conventions to a chapter here and a chapter there and have added their 
comments cant be named here because I dont know most of their names, but I am most grateful to them 
also. 
HALCLEMENT 
Milton, Massachusetts 
March 2003 
Contents 
Acknowledgments 
Prologue 
I Overture 
II Discords 
III Score 
IV Crescendo 
V Quality 
VI Amplitude 
VII Glissando 
VIII Orchestration 

IX Interference 
X Impedance 
XI Overtones 
XII Echo 
NOISE 
Prologue 
Theme. 
You still say these folks dont have a Chamber of Commerce? Mike Hoani made no effort to hide his 
skepticism. 
Right. Theres no native life that anyone had found the last I knew, but theyve plenty of experience with 
pseudolife design; cities, ships, life-support equipment, are all grown just as they are at home. Their 
offworld trade is mostly specialized seeds, which dont fill freighter holds very well. They havent much 
to offer to tourists; when youve seen one mist-shrouded floating city and a few square kilos of misty 
ocean with no city, youve pretty well covered the scenery. Most of the people Ive met there seem 
friendly enough to visitors, though you may meet exceptions of course, but a few generations in one-third 
gee means they cant do much visiting themselves. 
So its just coincidence we popped into real space just where and just when we could see two eclipses at 
once? Mike nodded at the screen. You dont get a small honorarium for arranging that, after we set 
down? 
Hi-Vacs navigator didnt answer at once. She, too, was staring at the image. The two partly overlapped 
stellar disks didnt quite blend with each other; an M5 sun is enough cooler than an M4 to let even the 
human eye detect its lower surface brightness, especially when the cooler one is closer to the viewer and 
partially covering its twin. The double planets images, similarly overlapped, were less informative; they 
were not quite in the same direction as the suns, and showed only thin crescents, one half erased by its 
twins shadow. 
If Id set it up, the navigator remarked at length, Id have composed the picture better. Everything is 
practically in a straight line. A million kilometers or sothat wayher thumb gestured toward the lower 
left corner of the screenwould have made it an artistic presentation. 

Mike, who was not an artist, made no comment. Intellectually, he knew that there was no disgrace in not 
being an expert at practically everything, but he was still a touch neurotic about displaying his own 
ignorance. The navigator, after a moments silence, went on. 
It wouldnt be much of a problem, of course. Theres a huge locus of positions from which you can see 
both pairs, sun and planets, in eclipse at once, and the periods of both are short enough, goodness knows. 
The chances of popping into real space and being greeted by a view like this are pretty good. 
Mike nodded, somewhat doubtfully.I suppose so. Which of those crescents is Kainui? And where do we 
land? 
I dont know, to both questions. Kainuis just a little bit the larger, but from here I cant tell by eyeball. 
Muamoku is the only place we can set down, at least usefully, but itll take time to find it. 
You dont have a chart of some sort? Arent there guide beacons? 
You havent learned much about the place, have you? No, I dont have a chart. Neither do the people 
who live there. Both planets are water worlds, though Kaihapa hasnt been settled. Only the polar ice caps 
and the equatorial permanent rain belt can be distinguished from space, theyre not too clear with all the 
haze, and wouldnt help anyway with the longitude problem. The cities float; they dont stay put. Why are 
you going there, anyway? I thought anyone would learn something about a world before starting an 
expensive trip to it. 
Research, and Im not paying the freight. I care more about the people than their planet. I know several 
of the alleged reasons why they left Earth; for example, a lot of Polynesians got tired of the way oilprocessing 
pseudolife stations were crowding the Pacific. There was never a war over the matter, just a lot 
of very expensive legal squabbling. I dont know why they picked Kainui, even though its all ocean; its 
not an ocean you can swim in safely, Ive heard, though I dont know why. We know, we think, how 
many ships went there originally, but we dont know how many arrived safely and succeeded in growing 
cities. Only one place, Muamoku, seems willing to spend energy on a landing beacon, so its the only 
place where ships can set down and expect to be in reach of anyone who can talk, buy, or sell. Whatever 
other cities there are seem quite willing to let Muamoku act as middleman in any off-planet trading. Im a 
historical linguist by training and taste, and Im looking for information on language evolution. All the 
original shipsthat we know of, at leastleft Earth from various Polynesian islands. We know the times 
they started out. Some people think therell be only one language by now, but I doubt it. That has to be 
affected by how much and in what ways the cities have been in contact with each othertrading, war, 
religious difference, what have you. Im reasonably fluent in a dozen Polynesian languages, especially 
Maori and Tahitian, and should be able to figure out at least something of whats happened, and when, 
and maybe even to whom. 
Brute information, you mean? 

Normal human curiosity, Id call it. 
Well, dont go swimming. Thats something I do know. 
Why not? Ocean acid, or something? 
Yes, as it happens, but thats not the main problem. Theres continuous seismic activity at the ocean 
bottom, and if you swim without armor youre lucky to last five minutes without suffering the fate of a 
dynamited fish. Theres enough carbon monoxide in the air to kill you in minutes, enough carbon dust to 
hinder visual communication seriously, and enough ionized haze to block practically any e-m 
communication. A lot of my friends think they picked that world because no one else would want it. 
There must be some reason they dont get rid of the COeven I can think of pseudolife genera able to do 
that in a few decades. Youre a historian, you say; maybe you can find out while youre poking around. 
The navigator stopped talking and began to manipulate controls. 
Three-quarters of an hour later,Hi-Vac was hovering two thousand kilometers above the surface of the 
larger planet. As promised, a fairly bright reflecting belt and a roughly circular patch of white ninety 
degrees from it gave locations for the permanent rain and ice regions. The blurred reflection of the suns 
was no help; its position on the disk told about whereHi-Vac was orbiting but gave no information about 
anything on Kainuis liquid surface. Mike couldnt tell by eye whether he was looking at water or fog; he 
might or might not be seeing surface. The ship, under power of course, was slowly circling the planet at 
about thirty degrees south latitude, so the north polar cap was not visible. 
More and more of the night hemisphere was coming into view, and proved, while much darker than the 
daylit part, to be much brighter than geometry would have suggested. 
Lightning, remarked the navigator without taking her attention from her work. 
Shouldnt it be sort of flickering? asked Mike. 
When were closer and can see separate storms. 
When can we communicate? You havent tried to use radio yet. 
We cant. The lightning hashes up everything electromagnetic up to near infrared; radio, even FM, is 
nothing but noise out to half a million kilometers. The permanent haze is charged enough to take care of 
most shorter waves. Only Muamoku maintains a reasonably high-powered set of laser beams aimed 
almost vertically, but we have to find those ourselves. I hope the place hasnt drifted too far north or 
south. Guiding people like us in to where they are is not their highest priority, and if storms knock them 
off latitude they dont always hurry back. The city isnt very maneuverable, after all, and there arent 
many scheduled arrivals from outside. Were lucky having even one city thats willing to do it at all. 

Theylook! RS-455 on the screen! There they are! 
It must have been a battery of lasers, not just one; the luminous spot below was changing color as the ship 
moved. At first the signal was brilliant blue; then it was green, then yellow. Then it shifted back to green, 
and the navigator altered course and speed slightly. The yellow returned and became orange, started 
toward shorter wavelengths again, but was finally brought to deep red by more control work. 
Now we let straight down, but try to see the city before we land on it, was the remark. 
Whatdo we land on? Mike asked naturally. 
Ocean. Dont worry, well float. Is there tube connection, or do we moor securely enough for that? 
We dont. Youll need a suit. 
But why? 
Theyll probably tell you, but you may not believe it. Im a ship-driver, not a historian, but Ill bet youll 
get a different reason for colonizing the place in every city you visit, if you take in any others, ranging 
from the moral imperative not to displace alien life, through the right to practice human sacrifice freely, to 
the simple urge to get away from Earths legal systems. Probably different groups did have different 
reasons. Im going by experience on other colony worlds Ive seen, by the way; I havent asked this 
crowd. Ive only been here three or four times. Use a rigid suit until youre used to the pressure, and start 
getting ready. If you have recording equipment, keep a close eye on it. The people are as honest on Kainui 
as anywhere else, but silicon is more valuable here than iridium or platinum. They can get all the metals 
they need from the ocean, but silicon doesnt dissolve to speak of in acid. 
I suppose I ought to watch out for oddball diseases, too, Mike remarked rather bitterly. 
Only if the colonists have produced them in their own bodies or labs. Evolution presumably moved in 
with the people, but no ones found any native life here, big or little. And youll need to practice walking 
in the local gee. 
You said something about that before. Why? I thought you said Kainui was only a little bigger than 
Earth. 
Fifteen percent larger radius. One-thirdnotone-third greatersurface gravity. Most of the worlds 
volume is water, I think saltier than Earths, but still water. Ocean depth is about twenty-nine hundred 
kilometers. 
So no islands. 

Not real ones. Ice still floats. Dont bother me for a few minutes. Red is the core of this landing signal, 
and I want a touch of orange. Landing right on the place would make us unpopular. Check your suit 
carefully; youll have to get to the city by boat. Outside pressure is high, and if you have leaks theyll let 
more carbon monoxide in than oxygen out. 
The landing was professional;Hi-Vac settled into the water three hundred meters from the nearest part of 
Muamoku, so the city itself, if not its details, could be seen. Its more distant parts were lost in the mist, so 
Mike couldnt even guess at its size. 
I
Overture. 
Poetically and almost literally, Kainuis mantle is at endless war with its overlying ocean. Perhaps they 
are simply too intimate; they confront each other directly, with no identifiable intervening crust. The 
underside of the interface is not quite liquid most of the time; the upper is technically gas, since the ocean 
at that depth is far above waters critical temperature. 
What pass for tectonic plates, from township to county size, are solid enough to crack and tilt and be 
carried as individual units by mantle convection. Tsunamis are generated constantly, sometimes by abrupt 
plate shiftsquakessometimes by vulcanism, though there is nothing at all like a Terrestrial volcano on 
the world. 
When magma emerges from the mantle to become lava and meets the sea there is of course violence, but 
Kainui has never experienced a Krakatoa-type steam blast. The weight of twenty-eight hundred 
kilometers of water, nearly all of it far saltier than any Earth ocean, provides some eighty thousand 
atmospheres of pressure. A few hundred kelvins rise in temperature has no real effect on either phase or 
volume. 
So when, one day, a tenth of a cubic kilometer of glowing liquid silicate was suddenly exposed to ocean 
bottom along the line between two spreading plates, the result was merely a linear-source sound wave. 
Its front spread out as wave fronts do, trying to become flatter and flatter as it left its source behind. It 
failed miserably. It passed through layers of differing salinity, temperature, and tonnage of suspended 
matter. Sometimes locally it turned concave and was focused so narrowly as almost to regain its original 
pressure. Sometimes it diverged, but its total energy degraded only gradually toward heat. 
Nearly an hour later, when parts of it were nearing the ocean surface, that energy had been distributed 
over much of the planet, but there were still local, focused, high-pressure regions. Now the background 
pressure was getting low enough to let the water molecules move noticeablywith the front. 

When it actually reached the next real interface, between ocean and atmosphere, the waterlong since 
actually liquidwas able to rise, and a tsunami was born. Most of it was imperceptible to human senses, 
since it covered a large area and had no coast to overwhelm; but even in the last few kilometers there had 
been some local refraction. In several places smaller microtsunamis originated, and Mike Hoani was very 
aware of one of these. 
Its bulge was three or four hundred meters across and perhaps twenty above the general sea level, but this 
was not itself an easily spotted reference. TheMalolo s upward acceleration was only barely noticeable to 
anyone on board, but her tilt was another matter. 
Mike had been trying to get his sea legs for two days now, since his first and last real view of a local 
tsunami. That had been during launch, when either the arm supporting the dock had been swinging 
downward or Muamoku had been rising. Cities were massive enough to respond rather slowly to changes 
in ambient pressure. The ship was different. 
Ocean swells, on the rare occasions that they were the only disturbances present, Mike could usually 
handle; if they were too long-waved to see, they were, under Kainuis one-third Earth gravity, too slow to 
be a problem. The sometimes strangely shaped and always unpredictable microtsunamis, analogous to the 
streaks of light focused on the bottom of a washbasin when the water is stirred, were quite another matter; 
he didnt merely lose his footing, he was often thrown from it. 
The catamarans deck was railed in many places and rigged with safety lines in most of the rest, but not 
continuously or everywhere; the need to dive overboard or climb back was random in both time and place. 
It was wet, since there was enough wind to break wave tops and provide spray. It was slippery. This time 
Mike slid. 
He was not hurt, being encased in sound armor fifteen centimeters thick except near joints, but he was 
frightened. Surprising both himself and the witnesses, however, he did the right thing. He swung the 
helmet hinged between his shoulders forward over his head, latched it, andthen grasped at a passing line. 
He managed to catch this and stop his slide before actually going overboard. The deck was still rocking, 
and without shame he crawled away from its edge before trying to regain his feet. 
Even the child at the masthead was watching him, lookout duty ignored for the moment, and the three 
native faces showed expressions of approval around their breathing masks. Maybe all four, counting Mike 
himself, were thinking that this Hoani fellow mightnt be too much of a burden after all, but nobody said 
anything. Especially Mike. He just stood up, carefully. 
A mere day later, that particular wave had long gone to warm the surface water and the air above it. 
Mikes reflexes had improved even in that time, and he had some attention to spare now when the 
lookouts shrill voice sounded from above. It was hard to distinguish words over the endless thunder, but 
he followed them fairly well. 

Iauri!One hand, port bow, half a kilo, past ripe! The captains response was a wave, and Keokolo at 
the tiller simply changed heading. The breathing leaf had not yet been deployed that morning, and 
steering was straightforward. Mike, guided by the childs words, made out a dark-colored patch of what 
might have been seaweed in the indicated direction. It seemed more than a hundred meters across. He 
assumed it was a sample of the pseudolife they had come to harvest, but it meant nothing specific to him 
until afterMalolo had been brought to at its edge. 
Even then he could make out no real details, except that the weed seemed to be growing on something 
clear suspended a meter or so under the surface. 
At that point both adult crew members expressed approval of Aos judgment. She had descended from 
the mast without orders and was waiting with just a faint expression of anxiety visible around her mask. 
The passenger, who had a youngster of his own on Earth, could interpret this; the child had been afraid of 
being wrong. She relaxed visibly at the captains words. 
Mike Hoani couldnt quite decide whether he should be surprised or not. None of the crew had seemed to 
be, and it was reasonable that the youngster would be the first to spot theiauri , whatever that was, since 
she spent much of her waking time at the masthead; but like Mike she was on her first sortie. Unlike him, 
she was barely forty years old and still carried her doll even on duty. 
Her ability not only to identify theiauri but to give details seemed to say more about Kainuian education 
than Mike had guessed so far. Apparently her instructors had more or less outgrown the notion that 
experience is the best teacher even though she had been sent to sea while still a child. 
That was a point to be noted; it might possibly fit in with the convergent-evolution language thesis he was 
hoping to complete while on the planet. Different floating cities had been built by colonists from different 
Polynesian islands, but generations of trade among them had gradually caused a blending of tongues that 
was still far from complete. 
Nothing much else had seemed surprising, either, during the time they had now been sailing. The weather 
had been fine; there had seldom been more than a dozen of the worlds immensely tall thunderheads in 
view at any one time, though of course the ubiquitous ionized haze hid such things long before ones line 
of sight reached the distant horizon. The thermals had not forcedMalolo to change her basically northward 
course; they were routine. Even little Ao had needed no verbal orders; she obeyed a simple gesture from 
the captain whenever the ship had driven into the hail column under one of them, darting over to the 
collecting sheet and standing by to sweep the hailstones either into the drinking and bathing breakers 
before they melted and absorbed too much carbon dioxide or, if there was too much of the material, 
overside. 
Only one other vessel had been seen during that time. Wanaka,Malolo s captain, had loggedand 
reported to the others with some amusement, as though they couldnt see for themselvesthat it bore the 
same name as their own craft, but was a single-hulled double-outrigger of about twice their own tonnage 
flying the flag of Fou Savaii and, like themselves, the nothing to trade yet pennant. Both adults seemed 

a little surprised that it was sailing at search speed; their own craft at the moment had itskumurau 
deployed, since the suns were high and it was rare for any craft to miss an opportunity to top off on 
oxygen. This of course could not be done at night, and at least some of each day had to be spent searching 
for metal. 
The name went into Mikes mental notebook, too.Malolo meant flying fish in more than one classical 
Polynesian languageon a planet that had no native bacteria, much less vertebrates, as far as anyone had 
been able to find out. 
The thing Ao had just seen and identified had been visible enough at half a kilometer, of course. The 
weather was unchanged, with Kaihapa barely visible through the haze, hanging high in the western sky 
and the suns nearly at the meridian. There was enough wind to move the ship at a reasonable clip, but not 
enough to break the swells; and by now, with his improving reflexes, the seismic bumps and hollows in 
the ocean surface were becoming merely a minor background nuisance to the passenger. They caused the 
top of the mast to swerve and jiggle in a way that made him avoid watching it, but Ao typically held on 
without apparent trouble and with her doll clinging to her shoulder, neither showing any sign of being 
bothered. 
Malolowas now hove to at the edge of twenty thousand or so square meters of rippling jelly floating just 
under the surface. Wanaka, the vessels owner and captain, was still aboard to make sure it stayed there. 
Ao, Mike, and Keokolo had flipped their helmets on and gone overboard to harvest. 
The first two were connected by a safety line, since the visitor knew practically nothing of Kainui hand 
language, and vocal communication would have been hopeless below the surface even if helmets had 
been unnecessary. Noise from the ocean bottom was continuous, and deafening, and often deadly in 
overpressure. Mike had been told firmly to stay with the child, as though the connecting rope allowed 
anything else. He watched her carefully. He already knew why she avoided the nearly black leaves, which 
spread just at the surface and shadowed more than half the slimy stuff underneath, but he had been told 
practically nothing about the actual mechanics of harvesting. The items they wanted, he did know, were in 
the sheet of jelly itself, whose upper surface oscillated vertically under the push of the endless random 
microtsunamis and more regular swells, varying from half a meter to something like two and a half below 
that of the even more violently rippling water. Sometimes Mike found himself wading unsteadily on jelly, 
sometimes swimming. The meter-and-a-quarter-tall child always had to swim. 
It seemed simple enough. Aos thinly gloved hands groped over the jelly and every few moments found a 
slit not visible to the man. Reaching a few centimeters into this she would feel around briefly and pull the 
hand back either empty or grasping a black purselike object ten or twelve centimeters long that reminded 
Mike of a sharks egg case. This she would deposit in a circular basket being towed behind her, and 
resume groping. Oloa, the doll, clung to her shoulder still, but Ao paid no attention to it; she was 
working. 
Keokolo seemed to be doing the same thing, except that the objects he gathered were clear and glassy in 
appearance, and the container in which he placed them, unlike the girls, seemed to need no floats. 

Periodically one of the harvesters would return toMalolo and hand the collecting basket up to the captain, 
who transferred its contents quickly to something Mike couldnt see, since the salt-stained gunwale was 
more than a meter above him. Wanaka would then return the bucket to the harvester. 
It was a long, rather boring, and tiring process. The noise armor was heavy and much less flexible than 
Mike would have liked, and the harvesters seemed to be taking a completely random course over 
theiauri s surface; the visitor could not even guess how nearly finished they might be. They stopped and 
ate for three-quarters of an hour while Kaihapa eclipsed the suns, then resumed work until the latter set. 
Mike had tried to calculate how many of the items being collected there might be on the vast surface of 
the pseudoorganism, and suspectedMalolo might be there for several days; but when he suggested this 
aloud, the captain shook her now-exposed head negatively. 
No, she said through her breathing mask, rather regretfully he thought. If wed come across it sooner 
we might have been able to get a full load, but as Ao said when she spotted it, this one is quite a bit past 
ripe. Its batteries are nearly full, and theres no way to keep it from sinking out of reach after the leaves 
are gone. Its a rather old design, though a very efficient collector. Its iron is very pure and its water 
drinkable. Its too bad to see so much of it get away, though of course having only one cargo item to trade 
isnt good policy anyway. 
Mike figuratively kicked himself for not having figured out that the pseudoorganisms name probably 
came from a blend of a Samoan word for fish and a Tahitian one for iron, and added several notes to 
his mental collection. 
Dyou think we should split it, or let it die? asked Keokolo. 
Oh, split it. Its still a useful type, and if it ever cant compete with newer stuff the problem will take 
care of itself, answered his wife. We have about a third of what I want, and should get the rest before 
sunset tomorrow. When we do, you can show Ao and Mike how to divide it without depowering one of 
the halves. 
I already know about that! the child cut in. 
Your badge doesnt say so, but you can show Keo if you want. Well be glad to upgrade you. 
Mike had a pretty good idea of what they were talking about. Ao was not the child of the adult crew 
members, though they were married and had a daughter in Muamoku. No children of the same Kainui 
family ever sortied on the same vessel with their parents or usually even at the same time, but children 
started their practical education early. Ao was not quite forty, nearly ten in Mikes years. Family 
separation was a custom retained from their Terrestrial ancestors, who had placed high importance on the 
preservation of family lines. Aos parents and small brother were not afloat just now and none, except the 
brother, was likely to embark until she herself had either come home or been away long enough to justify 
assuming that she had been lost at sea or adopted by another city. 

Mike said nothing; he listened, fitting what he heard into his increasingly detailed mental picture of the 
colony worlds society and, most particularly, its pattern of languages. By ancestry he was himself as pure 
Maori as Earth could now provide. By training he was a historian and philologist, and he had already 
found in trade-centered Muamoku, the only Kainuian city that hosted space craft, that he could make 
sense out of the Babel of mixed and evolved Polynesian languages in that one Kainuian settlement more 
readily than most of its citizens could adapt to that of another. He had met and talked extensively with 
many visitors and adoptees there, where he had stayed until embarking onMalolo a few days before. 
Not all the time after the suns set was spent in talking; food, sleep, and exercise were all essential for the 
crew as well as their visitor; the three crew members could not all sleep at once; and maintenance of the 
breathing and food supply apparatus was always needed. Just nowMalolo had to be kept close to, or at 
least in sight of, theiauri. Once lost, this would be nearly impossible to find againcertainly not before 
it had finished ripening, released its water and iron back to the ocean, and sunk back to the deeps to 
collect and purify more. There was no telling when another useful pseudoorganism would be encountered, 
though the chances were reasonably good that it would be within a few days. 
Chance was unfortunately the key word. 
Mikes mental notes had to be recorded more permanently. The others knew what he was doing, and the 
adults paid little attention to him beyond the needs of courtesy. 
Aos curiosity seemed more genuine. She asked many questions and explained his answers carefully to 
her doll, who probably didnt understand but at least remembered. Mike questioned the child in turn, 
trying to learn how she had recognized the iron-fish through Kainuis haze. She had some trouble 
explaining; color was understandable, but she was also trying to describe leaf pattern, which still seemed 
entirely chaotic to the visitor. They had not, obviously, been close enough at the time of spotting to 
recognize the detailed shape of the palm-wide two-meter-long ribbons of leaf. Mike still felt sure of that 
when the child finally sought her hammock, and still very unsure of what had actually guided her. 
There were more clouds the next day than beforestill all thunderheadsbut the wind was lighter. Hoani 
had made no sense yet out of the planets meteorology, and wasnt sure the colonists had either. A world 
with no land whatever, unless an occasional floating mass of pseudobiology or slab of coral from a 
detached city raft or dock counted, might be expected to have a very simple air circulation pattern. Kainui 
did, as far as climate was concerned, but weather was different. It seemed to be simply chaotic. 
The tsunamis were as variable as usual, but even the visitor was getting accustomed to them; he had only 
fallen twice during the short time he had spent on deck that morning. It was the small ones that were 
troublesome; the really big humps of water extended beyond the range of vision and could barely be felt 
either tilting the ship or accelerating her up and down. Even in the low gravity the Earth native was 
usually quite unconscious of such small changes. It was when the deck really tilted that his troubles came. 
When thekumurau was deployed he had had to develop a separate set of reflexes, since the scaly-looking 

strip of tissue, ten meters wide and two hundred long, trailing fromMalolo s stern greatly modified the 
catamarans response to waves in general; that was todays problem. The tree-leaf was deployed when 
they were not under way by daylight. 
On theiauri the swimmers were affected only by the very smallest, most local bumps. These changed the 
depth of the jelly mass as it humped and hollowed, and meant that a collector floating at a set depth was 
sometimes within reach of the mass and sometimes not. No one had suggested that Mike should try 
collecting, and the other two seemed not to be bothered by the irregular motion. 
The drinking breakers were now full, so Keo was also collecting iron today. This time they were trusting 
their guest without a safety line, and Ao was working with visibly greater speed. Mike wasnt sure 
whether he should feel guilty or not. IfMalolo couldnt get the load Wanaka wanted before their iron mine 
sank again, perhaps he should; and even he could see the change in the leaves. They were lighter in color 
and shrinking in length. He had worked out for himself that they must be using radiation from the suns to 
make something like ATP or azide ion or some other battery molecule, and that the pseudoorganisms 
hunger for whatever it was must be almost appeased. He himself must therefore be somewhat at fault for 
delaying the harvest and decreasing the amount of cargo the crew could collect, though he couldnt think 
of any way just then to frame an apology. He wished he could do something helpful himself. 
Hours rolled by, however, with pods of iron still coming aboard, and Mike kept feeling better and better 
until shortly after the suns reached the meridian. Then the captain gestured Ao out of the sea as she 
arrived with a full bucket, and a few minutes later did the same for Keo. 
That had better do, she said when all helmets had been flipped back. Ao, take down the not yet 
pennant. Youve spotted the nucleus? Both heads nodded; that bit of body language was standard even 
on the colony world. All right. Keo, get the gen kit. Ao says she knows mitosis; let her show you. If she 
messes it up, it wont be very important with this one, so dont interrupt her unless things get dangerous. 
Mike, you may go back with them and watch if you like, but you wont be able to understand much. 
Theyllor she willbe installing a chromosome unit which will make this machine grow a new nucleus 
and then divide. Just once. 
Theyre not built to reproduce indefinitely? 
This is a small planet. Hoani almost pointed out that it had a third more surface than his own, then saw 
the point the captain probably had in mind.Any planet is small when confronted with the exponential 
behavior of life. We cant afford to let anything reproduce uncontrolled. Wecould, no doubt, design a set 
of predators to hold down the metal-fish population, but it seems more comfortable to do our own 
planning than to depend on that sort of statistic, which never worked very well on Earth. Escaped 
Terrestrial microlife we worry about, but so far it seems to be balancing itself off. The varieties that can 
survive in the ocean here have both prey and predator types, and the cycles phase locally. With large 
pseudolife forms, phases would be worldwide, and the times when the predators reach a high count but 
havent quite run themselves out of food would be very unproductive. 

The visitor nodded. His own world had been painfully slow to learn that lesson, and was still far from 
being back to its calculated half billion equilibrium human population. His own child had been permitted 
as a result of an agreement with authorities that either both parents or the child would emigrate when the 
latter reached self-supporting status. 
You didnt seem to hesitate when Keo asked you what to do this time, he remarked, returning to the 
question of the iron-fishs disposal. 
I did my hesitating earlier. Id made up my mind when he asked. 
So this thing youre planting wont reproduce itself; it will just cause theiauri to divide once. 
Right. 
Even if Ao makes a mistake in the installation? 
Yes. All she could probably do wrong would either prevent it from dividing at all, or kill iteffectively, 
the same result. It wouldnt be a catastrophe. Idve suggested that she try the job even if she hadnt asked 
to. Im glad she did; some youngsters are afraid to try anything they havent done before. 
Ive known some who went the other waywere too eager to show off and got badly burned mentally 
and sometimes literally by failure. 
So have I. Well hope Keos judgment about helping turns out to be sound. Here they come. Do you 
want to go with them? 
Am I likely to do any damage? 
Not as long as you do nothing but watch. Come to think of it, you could even help. Ask her to explain 
things to you as she goes along. That should make her stop to think at each stepthough I think she 
would anyway, with Keo looking over her shoulder. 
But how can she explain to me in the sea? I dont 
You cant speak Finger, of course. I forgot. Well, it was a good idea while it lasted. Please dont mention 
that slip to Keo. Husbands are hard enough to keep properly respectful as it is. But you may as well watch 
Ao anyway, if you wish; I expect youll learn something, and you seem to have normal human 
curiosity. 
Mike nodded and donned his helmet, fastening it under the critical gaze of the captain. The child had 
already dived overboard; Keo entered the water more carefully, burdened with a rectangular case about 
forty centimeters in its longest dimension and a little less than half that in the other two. The visitor 

followed them over the rippling slime, Ao leading the way. All were swimming, the yellow tops and 
white soles of the childs flipperlike foot armor providing an easy guide for the others. 
Mike couldnt tell how close to the center of the huge pseudoorganism they got, but their course seemed 
straight; there was no wandering around to find their target. Once within a dozen meters or so, even he 
was pretty sure he could recognize it. 
A bulge of darker-tinted jelly swelled almost to the ocean surface, the area for several meters around 
entirely devoid of leaves. The guest couldnt remember having seen the thing before, but realized that it 
might not have been so distinct during the harvesting. That was something he could ask later, if the 
development cycle of this particular form of pseudolife ever seemed to be important to anyone but 
harvesters. He wouldnt be expected to know about that in advance. 
Keokolo and the girl squeezed air from their buoyancy controls and settled to the bulge. Mike remained 
drifting above them. Keo handed over the case he had been carrying, and Ao unlatched and swung back 
one of its narrower sides. No bubbles rose; it had apparently contained water all alongwater of about 
the same density as that around them. This was probably, Mike realized, about the same as the general 
upper ocean value at this distance from the equatorial endless rain belt, since there had been no major 
storms in the last couple of days. Rain and hail could dilute the surface layers almost to fresh water 
density, at least by percentage salinity and osmotic factors, but more than an hour or so after an ordinary 
storm even surface water was likely to have too high a concentration of nasty ions like nickel or cadmium 
to be safely drinkable. 
Mike suddenly could guess why Wanaka had decidedMalolo was loaded enough for now, high as she was 
still riding. 
With obvious care, Ao was taking something from the case. It was rather fish-shaped, though circular in 
cross section and lacking fins or tail. At first its skin was smooth; then, as the child ran gloved fingers 
along a set of reddish stripesa dozen or more, though Mike couldnt see well enough to count them 
accuratelya set of dangerous-looking spikes, each two centimeters or more in length, began to extend. 
They didnt come straight out, but slanted toward what looked like the rear of the organism. The last 
quarter of its length remained smooth, and Ao held it in one hand by this tail. 
With the other she groped around the iron-finders bulge, exploring a circle about a meter in radius around 
its top. After a minute or two of this a smaller bulge swelled on the slimy surface and at its top a 
sphincterlike opening appeared. With far more care than she had displayed up to this point, the child 
brought the spiny whatever-it-was close to the mouthor whatever-it-wasand carefully suspended it, 
still by the tail, so that the outer curve of each of the forward spikes would touch the rim of the opening 
at the same moment if she lowered it much farther. 
For the first time, she hesitated and looked at Keo. Even Mike could understand the answeran 
encouraging circle-and-three-finger gesture of the gloved right hand. The childs facial expression could 

of course not be seen, but both men could imagine the firmly compressed lips and fixed gaze as she very 
slowly eased the thing, which seemed to be a good deal denser than the surrounding water, downward 
again. 
With only millimeters to go, her hand shook slightly, but she didnt jerk it upward; she merely stopped, 
steadied herself, and resumed the letdown. Keo repeated the approval gesture, and an instant later contact 
was made. 
As far as the visitor could tell, it was simultaneous all around the opening, though he had no idea why this 
should be important. For several seconds nothing more happened. Aos hand remained 
steadyunbelievably so, to Mike. Then a ring-shaped film of tissue pouted away from the opening and 
contracted around the first three or four rows of hooks. Ao let go, and almost instantly the spiky fish 
was swallowed and the opening closed. Thirty seconds later the smaller bulge had flattened to match the 
curvature of the big one, and the child relaxed visibly. 
The job was not quite done, it seemed; the two knowledgeable watchers kept on watching, and Mike 
followed their example. 
Nothing really obvious happened for something like a quarter of an hour. Then the top of the big bulge 
began to sink, along with a meridian stripe now visible on each side of it. Soon even Mike could tell that 
the bulge was dividing, and guess what was happening. The meridional groove grew deeper and wider, 
and when its depth had reached ten or fifteen centimeters Keo rested a hand on the childs armored 
shoulder and waved presumably towardMalolo , though Mike was no longer sure of direction. He did not 
yet keep mental track of the sister world or the suns as a matter of habit. 
They began swimming. The dividing bulge vanished behind them and presently the ship could be seen 
ahead. The Terrestrial wondered, as he had several times in the last day or two, whether the Kainuian 
sense of direction was simply an incredible memory for details, a habit of keeping aware of the few 
visible celestial bodies, or something more subtle. 
He had no reason to believe that there was any local technology unknown on the older human-inhabited 
worlds, and ordinary communication equipment worked very poorly indeed on this planet; the ubiquitous 
thunderheads and charged haze droplets blocked or quickly damped out all electromagnetic transmission 
of much longer wavelength than visible light, even when frequency modulated. Only Muamoku had lights 
bright enough to guide a space craft to a specific point on the surface from directly above; none of the 
other floating cities could, or wanted to, spare the energy. He had not asked Wanaka or Keo why even 
Muamoku botheredprobably the reasons were economicand didnt plan to. The miners might not 
know, and might dislike showing ignorance as much as Mike himself did. He had no wish to make 
himself unwelcome, at least until his own project was done. Tact, he often pointed out when the subject 
arose, would have been his middle name if he had had one, and to him tact meant talking as little as 
possible when he wasnt sure what to say. 
They climbed aboard and doffed helmets. 

II 
Discords. 
Keo redonned his again almost instantly, joined promptly by the captain and a little less so by Mike. Even 
he had felt the jar, feeble as it was, as something struck one of the hulls, but having no knowledge of the 
appropriate response he imitated the rest. 
The helmets, unlike the rest of the armor, were extremely transparent; how they were soundproof at the 
same time was a question Mike had not considered. Even now, it simply flashed through his mind as a 
suggestion that Kainuian technology might have something to offer after all; right now the fact that he 
couldnt read the captains lips because of her breathing mask and was still left out of the conversation by 
his ignorance of Finger was his principal conscious thought. He could only guess at her orders by the 
actions of the crew. 
Mike, hold a safety line for Ao. Ill take Keos. That was obvious enough from what she did with the 
ropes. Ao, starboard hull; Keo, port. One quick runover, then repeat with all possible care, covering as 
much as you can while theres daylight. Start from the stern. 
The child seized the end of the light rope the captain was holding out to her, clipped one end to her belt, 
threw her doll at one of the masts climbing rungs that it caught firmly, and disappeared overboard. By 
the time Mike had secured a good grip on his end of the line and decided it was long enough to let her 
reach both bow and stern of the thirty-meter hull if he stayed amidships, Keokolo had gone also. Mike 
looked questioningly at the captain. 
She hesitated a moment, then removed her helmet. He assumed it was permissible for him to do the same, 
and heard the endless thunder once more. Wanakas voice came over it; he had not had to ask any 
question. 
It could be any of several things, she said. Were still drifting, so we didnt run into anything 
smallnot that hard; we didfeel the impact. Wed have seen anything really large on the surface, like 
floating coral. The most worrisome guess is a tracer, something jammed against the ship deliberately 
which will emit chemicals a smeller can follow. Its not quite the most likely explanation; usually, such a 
gadget would attach itself too quietly for us to notice. 
Why would it be done at all? asked Mike. 
There are people who have a one-sided idea of what trading means. Not many of them, because cargo is 
always printed when one takes it aboard 

Printed? 
Scented might be a better word. Identified with the growth code of the harvesting ship. I took care of that 
as each iron pod came aboard. If anyone took some of it without our consent, the fact could be proved. 
Not the water? 
No. That or oxygen would be shared with anyone in need, however little we had. Of course, if pirates 
took our iron and used it up themselves, in batteries or growth tanks or what have you, nothing could be 
proved later. Thats why piracy, when itis proved, carries the same penalty here as it did on old Earth. 
And why, Id guess, pirates would also tend to dispose of the crews theyd overcome. 
Not always. Ao would be safe; shed simply be adopted, swapped with other ships a few times so her 
story wouldnt do anyone much good, and wind up in a city sooner or later. Theymight do the same with 
Keo and me, depending on their food and oxygen resources; how theyd feel about you is anyones guess. 
Youre decidedly unique. 
Mike, whose body mass and personal strength were twice those of the much taller Keokolo, nodded. He 
felt no urge to learnall about Kainuis customs firsthand, but saw no need to take the worst for granted. 
Judging by the motion of her line, Ao had finished one examination and gone back aft to start a second. 
Keo was almost through with his first check; whether he was a slower swimmer or was just being more 
careful was anyones guess. Mike noticed that the captain was glancing back and forth between the two 
cords and suspected that she was thinking along the same lines. Being Mike, however, he didnt 
comment. He devoted most of his attention to the childs cord, providing her with slack or drawing it in as 
seemed in order. Hence, he failed to see Keos attachment jerk tight twice, less than a second apart, until 
the captain called out to him. 
Call Ao aboard! Give short pulls on her line, and keep doing it until you can tell shes coming! The 
man obeyed without question or comment; hed learn the details as quickly as anyone else, he assumed. 
Keo, who had apparently discovered something, should be aboard before the child. 
He wasnt, however. Ao surfaced at a set of climbing rungs five meters forward of the stern and ascended 
them nimbly without using her flippered feet. Mike reminded himself once more that her weight here was 
less than seven kilograms. She stood dripping for a moment, looking at Wanaka; the latter gestured her 
toward the spot where Keos line disappeared over the gunwale, and said something more detailed in 
Finger. 
Moving a little aft so that her safety cord would miss the captain, the child crossed the deck and reentered 
the sea. Mike adjusted the slack once more. 

Can you tell what Keos found? he asked. I know you cant see or hear him, but is there some sort of 
code you can send by the ropes? 
Wanaka shook her head negatively. Hes spotted something worth reporting, but wants the little one to 
see it too so they can tell us better whats going on, I assume. Otherwise hed simply have come up. If it 
makes you feel better informed, the longer they stay down will probably mean the worse it is. 
Hoani wondered whether this remark said more about the captains experience or just her personality. She 
had not, so far, seemed noticeably pessimistic or even cynical, so maybe it was experience. Before he 
himself could really start worrying, however, both ropes slackened and two heads broke the surface. 
Mike, without thinking, stepped toward the side of the deck to help his charge aboard and lost his footing 
asMalolo jerked to an unusually sharp tsunami. By the time he was back on his feet, both the others were 
aboard. 
Keos helmet was off instantly. If its a tracer, its a kind Ive never seen, he reported. Its fish-shaped, 
and has a hard shell, about twenty centimeters long. It doesnt seem to have penetrated, but is very firmly 
fastened against us. 
And we cant really be sure about penetration, added the child. We cant see under it. It has a jelly 
coating a centimeter thick all over it and reaching out over our hull for five or six centimeters all around. 
Someone better check the inside for things that shouldnt be there. 
You do it. You know where to look, replied the captain. If you have to shift any cargo, get Keo or 
Mike to help. Keo, help me set sail until Ao calls you. 
But the suns are almost down! exclaimed the child. 
We get away from here first, and worry about missing more cargo and bumping into thingsmuch later, 
was the answer. Dont bother to say itno, we dont really know its a tracer, but we cant do anything 
useful about it after dark, and I want to be far from here and have time to be careful when we can see 
again by something better than lightning or hand lamps. Carry on. 
The child disappeared belowdeck, and the others made sail. For once, Mike could help; he had done some 
sailing on Earth, and had kept his eyes open so far on this trip. In minutes,Malolo was under way, as usual 
in the direction that let them get the most possible speed out of the existing wind. Hoani had heard about 
the bits of stuffcoral; he could only guess what local item or phenomenon had taken over that word, 
though he knew what materials were grown to build the floating citiesoccasionally found loose on 
Kainuis oceans, but didnt know how visible such objects might be even by daylight. He decided to let 
the captains apparent lack of worry be his guide, until it occurred to him that this might merely be aminor 
worry. 
Keokolo stayed at the helm, while the others entered the cabinthe air lock allowed the child and the 

captain to go through together, but Mikes bulk kept anyone from sharing it with himand removed their 
breathing masks. Mike settled down to recording his mental notes of the last few hours, while Wanaka 
updated the ships log. Ao for some reason didnt seem relaxed. She said nothing to her doll and watched 
the others, particularly the captain, closely. Eventually both adults noticed this. 
Even Mike could see that the youngster wanted to say something, but he couldnt guess what it might be. 
Not until Wanaka looked up from her writing and caught Aos eye did the problem become clear. The 
man suspected afterward that the captain had known all along what was on the youngsters mind. 
It was Wanaka who spoke first. 
Keo says you did a very good job on that split, Ao. 
The childs expression brightened, but her words were less happy than they might have been. Why didnt 
he tell me? 
Didnt you know anyway? Both the listeners caught the verbal trap, and Ao avoided it neatly. 
I was pretty sure, but there might have been something no one ever told me about that I missed. I was 
afraid he was going to tell me what was wrong when he comes off watch. 
He may, of course. Aos face fell. He didnt tell me anything bad, though. As far as Im concerned 
you have another spark in your fire. The girl still seemed uneasy. 
Thenwill youcan you 
Sure. Lets have it. Permission to doff armor. Do the air checks while Im scribing. 
The upper half of the suit of noise protection, complete with helmet, was peeled off and handed to the 
captain at once. Mike looked away; in spite of many weeks on the planet, he was still a little 
uncomfortable at the Kainuian body shape. Ao had a reasonable height for her age, by his standards, but 
massed barely twenty kilograms and on this world weighed fewer than seven. To Mike, she looked 
unhealthily thin, as did the others. Clad in the bulky noise armor Kainuians looked all right, but in the 
single leotardlike garment worn in places where one could breathe without masks they were almost 
grotesque to human visitors. Their uniformly dark hair and eyes, contrasting often with extremely pale 
skins that were becoming increasingly widespread as generations went by under a pair of red dwarf suns, 
gave many visiting Terrestrials the impression of a group of walking skeletons. 
Ao went to check the indoor part of the oxygen equipment, which photosynthesized the Kainuian air 
along several chemical paths to produce sodium peroxide, controlled the reaction rate of the latter with 
water, and pumped enough of the remaining nitrogen into the cabin to keep any leakage moving outward. 
This equipment, like the leaf itself, was pseudolife powered by battery molecules charged in the leaf. 

Mike was not in the least surprised to see the child finish by slicing small pieces from each machine to 
make sure its healing capacity was normal. 
Wanaka took the proffered upper garment and opened a small instrument kit taken from a compartment in 
her work desk. Ao crowded close after finishing her check; Mike couldnt decide whether this was to 
watch better or because of the rule about never getting far from ones armor when at sea. The captain took 
several styluslike objects from the kit and turned the garment so that she could see the back. 
Mike had noticed the twenty-centimeter-diameter pattern on the childs suit between the shoulders, but 
had not paid it much attention; the other two had similar markings, and he had assumed them to be crew 
insignia with meanings he might learn later, since his own suit was plain. The pattern details were 
extremely complex, and reminded him slightly, but only slightly, of Mandelbrot figures. 
Wanaka, using one stylus after another for some ten minutes, modified Aos pattern carefully. Mike 
could see each change as it was made, but would never have been able to spot any difference between 
original and final designs if he hadnt been watching the process. Also, he almost missed the fact that 
each tiny modification kept on changing for a while after the artist had gone on to another section. Once 
again nanotechnologypseudobiologymust be at work. 
Eventually, the captain put her tools back and handed the armor back to the child. Ao looked at it 
gloatingly for a few seconds, then caught the others eye and hastily slipped back into the garment. The 
captain nodded toward the hammockthere were also two shelflike bunks, and Mike suspected the 
arrangements had been modified to allow for his presenceand Ao, with apparent reluctance, started to 
climb into it. Then she paused. 
Is it all right if I use a bunk until Keo comes in? she asked. Wanaka looked a little surprised, but nodded 
permission. Mike guessed the reason for the request; the little one lay down on her side so that anyone 
else in the cabin could see the new pattern. This would not have been practical in the hammock. The 
adults glanced at each other, but said nothing. The captain, after a few more minutes of writing, also 
retired; Mike still had much to do with his own records, and also doubted that the hammock would 
support him even in the local gravity. 
Nothing further happened for some hours.Malolo s motion was as usual, and as long as he was seated 
Mike wasnt bothered by its unpredictability. A bell whose tongue was mounted on a flexible but still 
airtight section of the wall signified the end of Keos watch, and the captain woke up and went on deck. 
Two or three minutes later, presumably after reporting status details to his commander, Keo came in. He 
took in the situation at a glance, smiled, and gently lifted the sleeping child and her doll into the 
hammock. The doll piped, Good night, Keo. The man answered, Good night, Oloa, dropped onto the 
shelf left vacant by the captain, bade Mike good night as well, and was asleep in moments. Mike, using 
the bunk from which Ao had been removed, followed suit a few minutes later. 
It was presumably still night when he woke again. Some hours must have passed, since the other bed was 
now occupied once more by the captain, but she, too, was sitting up. 

What was that? she asked. Mike had no answer, and no idea what had awakened him. Before he could 
say anything, the bell soundednot the single tone that signified change of watch, but three sharp notes, 
louder than usual. 
Niui kanaau!Wanaka leaped for the door. It took Mike a moment to work out her meaning, slightly 
because of the shifted glottal stop, more because of the mixture of Tahitian and Samoan, more still 
because he had not expected such language from the captain, and perhaps mostly because he himself was 
probably the only person now on Kainui who had ever actually seen a shark and might be expected to 
mention its entrails as a curse. He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he would be any help on 
deck or would merely be in the way; then curiosity won. He left the child still asleep in the hammock. 
Whatever had awakened him and the captain had apparently failed to disturb her. 
Or the doll, he thought in passing. 
On the deck he could see that dawn was in the sky, though neither sun was yet visible. Kaihapas foggy 
disk showed plainly enough, a little less than full, almost imperceptibly lower than before in the west. 
Whatever Keokolo had to report to his captain must already have been said; she was giving orders, and 
included her passenger in them the moment she saw him. 
Mike, take the tiller when Keo has us hove to. You can keep us that way well enough. Were both taking 
lights overboard. We hit something, certainly not very big but we need to know if there are any nicks or 
scratches. Keo didnt see anything, but well check as completely as we can from bow to amidships. Even 
small scratches can get infected, and with that whatever-it-is sticking to the port hull we need to be really 
careful. I dont like stopping even at night when were on the run like this, but 
But we may not be running from anything, after all, cut in Keokolo. In any case, the quicker we make 
this check the sooner we can use the wind again. Im ready, Wan. Without waiting for an answer he 
flipped his helmet into place, latched it, strode forward, and went over the port bow. The captain also 
sealed herself and took the starboard hull. Mike followed orders, keeping the boom straight aft and 
watching the sail ripple. 
He could tell the approximate positions of the divers by the diffused glow of their hand lights. They 
moved very slowly indeed, apparently seeking something that might be hard to find. The passenger had 
some idea of why; the hulls, like the Kainuian cities and most other human artifacts, had been grown 
rather than manufactured. They were pseudolife, subject to infection by other pseudoorganisms. Like the 
crews armor they had four biologically very different protective coatings, each supposedly vulnerable to 
only a limited variety of microbes, but even a quite small nick or scratch could decreaseMalolo s 
biological protection by a quarter, or a half, or three-quarters, or completely. 
Mike could only guess how serious a worry the little bump, which had barely awakened him, might 
represent. 

He made no attempt to keep track of time, but both suns could be seen through the ubiquitous haze and 
Kaihapa had shrunk to obviously gibbous phase, though of course not moving visibly in the sky, before 
the two divers regained the deck and flipped back their helmets. Both shook their heads negatively. 
Think we ought to start over, Captain? Its daylight now. 
Wanaka considered briefly, then vetoed the suggestion. No. Get us under way again, but change course 
thirty degrees back for an hour or so. We can afford the time to tack if we need to. If that thing on the port 
hull is putting out scent, there should be a good fog of it all around us by now, and if anyone really is 
following us itll take em a while to pick up the new track. After an hour, wellnever mind; Ill be back 
on watch by then. Maybe Ill have a different idea after Ive finished sleeping. At least, we have plenty of 
oxygen; we can afford a few days at search-only speed, with the leaf not out. 
Mike ventured a suggestion, rather reluctantly. He was sure the likelihood was that his ignorance would 
make it a silly one. 
Could we go back for a while and then change course to cross whatever trail we might have left? Would 
that be more confusing to anyone following? 
Keo nodded approvingly, to Mikes relief. Could work, if no ones close enough behind to see us at it. 
Wanaka also nodded, but disappeared into the cabin with no further words. 
Mike could also have used more sleep, but decided not to bother. There was always a chance of seeing 
something new even with the haze, or hearing it through the continuous thunder, and as a passenger he 
could sleep at any timealmost. Also, walking around on the ever-heaving deck was still important 
practice. He wished what rails there were, were just a little higher; even under Kainuian gravity, there 
might not be time to lock his helmet if he lurched overboard. 
Eventually the captain reappeared, accompanied by Ao, and took the tiller. Keo started for the cabin, then 
paused. 
Maybe we should check below. If anything did get to us, it might be easier to see from insideand if 
anything is through either hull wed better know it. 
Wanaka merely nodded. The man disappeared through the forward hatch of the starboard hull, the child 
taking the port without comment. Mike, who had been on the point of retiring himself, decided to remain 
out for at least a little longer. It would be nice not to have to worry whether he should be worried or not. 
There seemed nothing unusual away from the catamaran. Thunderheads still showed their endless 
lightning as far as could be seen through the haze, the bumps and hollows of microtsunamis and winddriven 
swells could still be felt, and occasional waterspouts were visible. The frequency of these had 
surprised Mike at first. The low gravity made for a high atmospheric scale height, only partly countered 

by high molecular weight, and the sea-level pressure was more than twice Earths to begin with; 
convection currents, whether driven by heat or humidity, tended to be far taller than at home and much 
more effective at lifting things. And, most decidedly, much more electrically violent. 
No vessels could be seen, though this meant little; sails and even running lights would not be visible a 
third of the way to the distant horizon. 
Ao reappeared and reported the starboard hull apparently tight. There was a little bilgewater, but no more 
than usual. The captain nodded, and suggested that the child eat and then take the masthead. Mike 
expected no objection to this, and was quite right. Ao didnt mind the motion, and there was always a 
chance of glory in spotting potential cargo. Even if the captain didnt want to stop for it this timeMike 
had no idea how much the little one knew or could infer about their present coursemerely sighting a 
potential mine would be to her credit. 
She was out again in a few minutes, and Mike looked away uncomfortably as she hand-over-handed her 
way up the rungs of the mast with Oloa clinging to her shoulder, and settled with seeming comfort into 
the broad strap that formedMalolo s crows nest. It was not too hard to look at her just now, the sky 
offering little distinct background. Later, when the suns neared the meridian, her wiggling and wobbling 
as the hulls shifted this way and that would become hard on the passengers stomach, especially as the 
deck underfoot would be affecting the line of sight from his own end. He wished there were some way of 
cutting his semicircular canals out of his nerve wiringtemporarily, of course. It would be worse, he 
reminded himself, if the horizon were visible, but this fact offered little comfort. 
He deliberately looked down and began walking around the deck, keeping safely away from the railing 
where there was one and even more carefully away from the verge where there was neither rail nor grab 
lines. He seemed to be getting some sort of sea legs at last; he didnt fall or even stumble once, this time. 
Keo nodded approval at one point, when their glances met. 
Ao occasionally called a nothing in sight from her masthead, to show she was still awake, Mike 
assumed. He sometimes heard fainter voices from above and wondered whether she were talking to the 
doll or the latter were keeping her alert. Otherwise there was practically no conversation, and the 
passenger found his mind wandering among evolved Polynesian vocabulary and grammar rules. He 
wondered whether Wanaka would have used the term she had if Ao had been awake. Some cultures were 
highly critical of bad language, others had no grasp of the concept; the latter usually expressed annoyance 
more physically, he had noticed. He thought fleetingly of experimenting, but of course decided against it. 
His attention was recalled to the real world by a cry from the masthead. 
Keo! Ship, starboard quarter, hove to. Mining, I think. Only one person on deck. 
Banners? asked the helmsman. 

Cant see yet. 
Keo broughtMalolo into the wind, gestured Mike to the tiller, and leaped to the marked flexible section of 
the cabin wall. Wanaka emerged in seconds. She took in the situation at once, glanced at her own 
masthead to recheck which banners were flying, took Keos place, ordered him to take in some sail, and 
slowly approached the other vesselnot driving straight at it, but keepingMalolo s bows some degrees to 
one side so they approached in a slow spiral. 
There was still only one person visible on the other deck; Aos probable inference that the rest were 
mining seemed valid. Wanaka called to the child. 
Can you tell what theyre getting? 
Copper, Im pretty sure. 
Mike had by now spotted a field of leaves not, to him, significantly different from those on the iron-fish, 
but the captain seemed to accept the youngsters judgment. The Earth native could see several pennons 
strung down a line from the other crafts masthead, but could read none of them. He memorized as much 
of what he could see as possible; maybe Aos next explanation would be more comprehensible. Keo 
guessed some of his problem, and translated the flags. 
They have copper and titanium, enough to trade. He glanced at Wanaka, who nodded without saying 
anything, and the man ran up a flag Mike had not seen before. 
Requesting permission to approach. This time it was the captain who translated for him. 
The figure on the other deck beckoned the newcomers, then turned to the farther gunwale of its own craft 
and pulled up a collecting bucket familiar to Mike. It gestured at the invisible bearer, and another figure 
lifted itself into sight from the ocean. Mike couldnt tell whether either was man or woman. 
Wanaka glanced up at her own masthead and called Ao down, and the three waited while the vessels, 
now essentially both hove to, drifted closer together. Keo, Mike, and the child stood motionless 
untilMalolo s port hull was less than two meters from the others single outrigger. Mike had been 
examining the vessel with interest. It was single-hulled with an outrigger, the breathing cabin only a little 
larger than their own, and the passenger, still allowing for his own inexperience, guessed that the crew 
could hardly number more than four or five. 
Wanaka must have reached the same conclusion. She said a few words to Ao and gestured toward the 
other vessel. The child promptly sealed her helmet and went overside. She reappeared at the others hull 
and was helped up by the one who had originally been on deck. 
In the next quarter hour two more swimmers emerged from the sea and doffed helmets. Mike had now 

realized with no surprise that he was a subject of close interest to all four of the others crew. He knew he 
was an impressive sight. An adult of Kainui looked quite ordinary to a Terrestrial when wearing sound 
armor, and more like a skeleton only when indoors where one could breathe properly. Mike, in armor, 
was frighteningly bulky. 
When the two crews finally mixed, he judged that the others were rather surprised that he could talk at all, 
and even more so when he proved, after a few minutes of listening, to be more at ease than any of 
Wanakas crew with the language of the others. 
It was, to his comfort and pleasure, much richer in Maori, though still far from pure. The languages of 
even the most literate cultures evolve, sometimes even more rapidly than their religions. He added much 
to his notes during the next few hours. 
The others were quite willing to trade. All four were male, and Mike never did feel quite sure which was 
the captain. Most of the talk, to which he listened carefully, was bargaining. He found that titanium was 
cheaper than copper, which might have told a planetologist something, and both were far cheaper than 
iron. The dealing concluded with a polite exchange of foods, since every ship had its own varieties of 
pseudovegetables, and a formal-sounding query to Ao whether she would care to be adopted by the other 
crew. She declined very politely and no one seemed to take offense. 
The other vessel still had cargo space, and was remaining to do some more copper mining whenMalolo 
hoisted sail. There had been no suggestion that she stay and share this particular treasure; Mike had 
already gathered that finders-keepers was an accepted custom. This fish seemed far larger than the one 
he had seen before, and it seemed to him that there must be more than enough metal for both, again 
allowing for his own ignorance. But maybe copper-fish were less productive. He didnt ask. 
Once under way again, Wanaka was visibly relieved, and made no secret of the reason. 
If anyone really was smelling after us, theyll lose interest when they see those others. Well get that 
thing off our hull in the morning, but we dont have to worry about it anymore. 
Did you tell the others about that problem? asked Mike. 
Wanaka and Keo both looked surprised. No. Of course not. It wouldnt have made them any more 
careful than they would be anyway, or any better able to fight if pirates did come along. With that much 
wealth already aboard, they probably wont stay much longer anyway, and I expect theyll be looking for 
a city by this time tomorrow. 
This reminded Mike of something he knew, but hadnt really considered carefully. Cities didnt stay put 
on Kainui. They floated, and it didnt much matter where, except for avoiding the tropical precipitation 
belt where the ocean was most dilute and things didnt float so high. It was understood that he would 
eventually be brought back to Muamoku ifMalolo survived, and he had been told this might take an 

unpredictably long time, but he hadnt really grasped the fact that Wanaka really didnt care at all where, 
or very much when, she disposed of her cargo. Presumably she and Keokolo expected to get back to their 
child eventually, but it was not obvious just how intense an emotion was involved. 
Mike might be going to learn a great deal more about Kainui languages, customs, and history than he had 
expected or really hoped. 
He thought more of this now, but was not yet really worried. It was almost another day before he became 
so. 
They hove to at sunset this time, Wanaka being no longer concerned about followers. When daylight 
returned, Mike was left at the tiller and all three of the crew went overboard, the adults to work on the 
object clinging to the port hull, and Ao to make another and most minute check for impact scratches or 
nicks. All were out of sight for more than an hour. 
Keo appeared first, and paused to tell the passenger what was going on. 
We still dont know whether its really a scent tracer or something else, he explained, but wed better 
get it off anyway. Its really stuck to the outer paint, and we may have to damage that to get it loose. If we 
do, some of our infection defense will be gone. Mike nodded; this was something he already understood. 
The other went on, We have cleaning organisms of our own which should be able to grow between the 
outer coat and the stuff thats sticking to itbugs that are related to the coat itself. Itll take a while for 
them to work, if theyre going to work at all. Maybe they wont; this thing may have been designed to 
resist anything of that sort. The fact that it sticks so well to our outer layer suggests that it was made up 
with that paint in mind. 
Wouldnt that mean they knew it was theMalolo ? 
Not necessarily. There are only so many things anyone uses in hull paint, and this thing might have a 
taste for several of themmaybe for all anyone knows how to make, if its designer was really good. We 
might wind up merely clearing its way to the inner coats. Not bored, I hope? KeepMalolo as she is; we 
dont want to be left behind if the sails take wind. 
Dont worry. Im good at staying put. 
Keokolo nodded, went to a locker at the base of one of the cabin walls, rummaged around in it for a while, 
took several articles out, and reclosed it. Then he nodded once more to Mike, closed his helmet, and went 
overside. 
There was another long wait. Then Wanaka came on deck followed a few minutes later by the other two; 
Keokolo had apparently gone to fetch Ao. All flipped their helmets back, and the child headed for the 
cabin. 

She showed me a couple of really tiny dents near the port bow, the man said. I guess we did bump a 
coral or something, but whatever it was doesnt seem to have gone through the outer coat. We might as 
well get going again. 
Right. Ill take it. You eat and top off your breathers. Wanaka reached for the tiller, then looked at Mike 
and smiled briefly. See how close to best speedyou can bring her. 
The sailing lesson for the next hour was also a language one for Hoani; he had known little of proper 
sailing terminology even in his native tongue. As usual, they didnt care much just which way they were 
going; Mike had tried in conversation a dozen different words for map or chart in various parts of the 
South Pacific and found that they either meant something like picture or nothing at all, usually the 
latter. 
Ao eventually reappeared and climbed to her masthead, but had nothing to report for a long time. It was 
Keokolo who finally came on deck with a puzzled expression visible around his breathing mask, looked 
around carefully, made his way to the after hatch of the port hull, and descended through it. He 
reappeared in seconds. 
Captain! Heave to! Bilges up! 
Wanaka seized the tiller, though Mike had already started to shift it in the right direction, and in 
momentsMalolo , her way gone, was rocking as nearly motionless as anything could on the restless water. 
Ao! called the captain. Get down and check the starboard bilges.Hohoro!  
As the child reached the deck, touching only two rungs on the way down, hail began to drift down around 
them and she turned toward the water sheet, but the captain shouted again and gestured toward the hatch. 
Waters important, but so is staying on top of it! Check that hull first!Tere! Oioi!  Ao obeyed. She was 
gone longer than Keo had been, but was shrugging as she emerged. 
All right on this side. She seemed calmer, but scurried toward the collecting equipment at top speed. 
She slipped once on the now hailstone-covered deck and started to snap on her helmet even before trying 
to stop the skid, but Mike was in a good position and seized her arm before she went overside. He held 
her until she recovered her footing. Without a glance or word of thanks she resumed her way, and began 
shoveling hailstones into the drinking breakers. Wanaka gestured Mike to the tiller, and headed for the 
hatch where Keo had disappeared. Before she reached it, he emerged again, and with the single word 
Leaks! went overside. He was gone for less than a minute. He had his helmet off before actually 
reaching the deck, and practically bellowed, Oxygen! 
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Score 
Ao, take the tillerno, let it swing and drop the sails. Mike, we need your muscle. Get as much cargo 
as you can out of the port hull and into the other. Never mind about nice stowing, we can see to that later. 
Keo, any food, air, and water equipment not in the cabin to the starboard hull, except thekumurau. At 
least its not out; make certain its secure. Ill cut rigging and unclip the deck as fast as I can. If Im not 
done when youve finished the life-stuff, then help me.Tere!  
Hoani quickly saw another reason why they had been so quick loading up with iron in spite of its density, 
and how Wanaka had kept busy between emptying buckets. Each purse of metal dust was now clipped to 
a balloonlike float whose volume sharply limited the space for actual cargo. None of these items was 
heavy and he thought he could fill the other hull quickly, but when he tried to carry several purses at once 
Wanaka cautioned him about the fragility of the floats. 
Hence, a lot of cargo was still untouched when the gunwale of the port hull dipped below the surface. 
Mike thought of closing the hatches to delay flooding, but before he could make the suggestion the 
captain must have guessed his thought. She shook her head negatively. 
There were readable expressions on the four faces as their owners watched the port hull of theMalolo be 
pushed slightly below the surface by the still attached deck, but it was only annoyance. Showing fear or 
anger in public, even if the public were mate or sibling, was rude on Kainui, and so far neither of the 
informed adults felt any real fear. Mike wasnt sure whether he should, but decided to be guided by them. 
The youngest member of the group might have been slightly afraid or even terrified, but was not going to 
let anyone else know it. 
The fact that neither ship nor city could be seen within the haze-limited vision in any direction surprised 
no one, and of course Mike, the only one who had ever seen land, knew better than to expect that 
anywhere on this world. 
The swell was high, but its wavelength was great, far longer than the catamarans hulls; almost too long, 
just now, to let anyone see one crest from the next through the haze. In the water worlds gravity, waves 
moved so slowly that the five-meter rise and fall of the drifting wreck was not noticeablewould, indeed, 
have been fairly hard to measure. 
Keo. Take over from Mike. Free as much cargo as you can. Ill take the deck clips. Ao, salvage any 
stowed line from the lockers first, then get the sails. Dont waste time with knots. Cut the lines, but be 
careful of veins and valves. We dont know when or how fast or even whether that hull will go down. 
Mike, stay with me, and provide any muscle help I seem to need. If Im under water and cant talk, use 
your eyes and head. 
There was no argument. Keokolo was seven Kainui years older than Wanaka, nearly twenty centimeters 
taller, fifteen kilograms more massive, and her husband; but her seamanship rating predated his by over 

two years. This would automatically put her in charge in any outcity emergency even if she had not been 
the registered owner and commander of theMalolo . Also, shifting cargo that was already under water, 
even cargo packed to float, would call for muscle; she had divided the duties sensibly. Keo nodded, 
donned helmet, and slid into the sea. 
Ao did the same, swimming to one of the forward lockers of the awash hull and cautiously releasing its 
latch. Wanaka watched the child for a few seconds, decided she would need no help and was unlikely to 
panic, and turned back to her own task of freeing the quick-disconnects that attached the deck to the 
starboard hull. The latter was listing dangerously as its twin dragged it downward; the crew had already 
been forced from deck to coaming. If its gunwale dipped under, the commanders hope of salvaging any 
significant part of her cargo would sink with it. 
She was not greatly worried about having to drift for a year or two, but she valued both the metal and her 
self-respect. Also, if theywere rescued before chancing in sight of a city, the rescuers would be entitled to 
much of the cargo. 
Two minutes work freed the starboard hull from its dangerous burden. The deck slid off, or the hull went 
out from under itnone of the workers bothered to decide which; the important point was that the long, 
slender structure righted itself before going gunwale under, and crew and cargo still had something 
presumably navigable to ride. Mike followed Wanaka below the surface. 
Keo was still engaged with the cargo lashings of the sinking hull; package after bubble-floated package of 
iron dust was being freed and rising slowly toward the surface. Ao had apparently finished the coils of 
rope in the lockers with commendable speed and was now slashing rigging lines from the mast and yard, 
obeying the order not to waste time with knots. Also commendably, she was looking around continually, 
and saw the captains approach. 
How much ready cord did you get? Wanaka gestured as she swam toward the child. 
There were ten eighty-meter coils of tow line, and four two-hundred-meter drums of rigging cord, she 
replied promptly. 
Did you stow them? 
No. Theyre floating. I thought Id better get to the sails in case they got pulled too deep when the hull 
sank. 
Good. The metal is most important now, though. Ill help Keo with that, and you join us when you get 
the sails aboard. Well stay on the starboard hull unless and until the port one actually does sink. Then 
well string and tow everything weve savedthe starboard hull is pretty full. Well hope the weather 
stays calm long enough to get things roped together and at least start the growing. Come on. 

The weather obliged, though the suns were quite low when the job ended and work had been slow during 
the eclipse. Ao finished her last knot, dived, and swam back to the nearly awash hull to examine the 
ulcers near its bow. 
The captain tapped her as firmly on the shoulder as the water allowed, and signaled sharply. Keep away 
from that! You can see what it did to my ship! Do you want the same thing to happen to your suit? 
But my suit isnt made of the same stuff. Whatever this is shouldnt infect it. 
Wanakas gesture was not a word symbol. She pulled the child toward her, spun the small body to face 
away from her, and did something to the twenty-centimeter disk between Aos shoulders. Mike noticed 
that no tools were needed this time. Ao tried vainly to pull away, but the captain maintained her hold and 
finished what she was doing. A moment later the adults were stroking slowly back toward the intact hull 
while the smaller figure swam furiously ahead of them. 
By the time the older ones broke the surface, their charge was aboard, sitting hunched up in the stern 
looking away from them. 
Ao. We still have to string bags. We cant keep all this stuff aboard. Keo spoke, judging that she was 
more likely to listen to him at the moment; he didnt know the details of the under water exchange, but 
could guess closely enough. 
String them yourself. You dont want me to help. Wanaka took points off me just for arguing, and I have 
a right to argue if you dont explain why you 
It wasnt for arguing the captain interrupted. It was for ignoring a warning. You stayed right beside 
that infected spot while you argued. I know your suit is made of something different from the hullof 
course it is. The two hulls are made of different materials and have different coatings for the same 
reason. 
I know. I was going to remind you. 
Did you know that the hull weve just lost hadfour protective layers, all of different composition, and 
that all have been penetrated? Do you know anything at all about oxygen gangrene? 
Ao turned sharply. Her tear-stained face could be seen around her mask, along with its expression of 
surprise. No! IwellI 
Keo, too tactful or too kindhearted to force an apology, answered her. Im sorry no one told you that, but 
you did know water was getting in. Dont worry; you can earn the points back. Well be a long, long time 
getting home. Half a year, I wouldnt wonder, maybe a lot longer. Therell be plenty of time for you to do 
it. 

All three looked up at the setting suns. Pahi, the brighter, was above and somewhat to the left of its 
slightly cooler and fainter twin. There was no overlap just now, but all three knew that Pale was slightly 
closer to them at the moment. No one really cared yet; such details as eclipse phenomena were important 
only during the final and most precise stages of a navigation problem. All but the least sea-oriented 
residents of Kainui, however, tended to keep aware of the general celestial status. 
Ao, without another word, went to the nearest hatch, took a coil of tow line, and began tying together the 
float-equipped sacks of iron dust and letting them go overboard. Keo finished climbing out of the water 
and stood as tall as he could, looking around to see whether any of the salvaged material had been missed 
and not yet moored. Some had, so he, too, plunged back in. Taking a coil of the light line the child had 
salvaged, he made his way to the farthest of the bags, and began methodically making crochet loops in his 
cord and tightening them around the prongs with which each float was provided. 
Several times he returned to what was left of theMalolo to recheck his view from as high as possible, 
while Ao sat where she was and turned cargo into towage. The starboard hull was already too full, and 
none of the most recently salvaged material could be kept on board. Any ordinary rain-or-hail storm could 
drop the oceans surface density enough to let the craft settle dangerously with its present burden; at this 
latitudeMalolohad shifted to an almost southward course after leaving the copper-fisheven the 
poleward-eastward relatively fresh surface current from the equatorial rain belt had picked up a fair 
amount of salt and could be diluted significantly by precipitation. 
Rising wind interfered with the last part of the operation, but they lost no bags, to the captains 
satisfaction. Everything they could find and catch had been secured, and the second stage of their problem 
could be faced. 
Navigation on Kainui was complicated by the worlds having no fixed reference points other than the 
rotation poles, which were too abstract to be found without rather complex celestial observation and much 
too far from whereMalolo was now to be useful. Muamoku, the floating city that was their home port and 
nominal eventual goal, did not remain in one spot, though like the other cities it maintained latitude fairly 
well. No one really cared; as far as anyone knew, every part of the planet was like every other part except 
for current patterns, surface salinity, and coverage of floe ice. These varied with latitude, with minor 
statistical differences in frequency and intensity of storms, and with the percentage of ocean locally 
filmed over by fresh water or ice. There were no natural icebergs, since there were no islands or 
continents to build successive snowfalls up into glaciers. Even the surface water was extremely salty in 
many places and hence hard to freeze, but Kainui and its slightly smaller twin Kaihapa were far enough 
from the suns to freeze plenty of floe ice in the high latitudes in the winter hemisphere. 
There had been attempts in the distant past to harvest ice from the southern cap and supply water that 
didnt need desalting, but unfamiliar conditions at the polar region seemed to have caused the 
disappearance of too many of the ships involved. 
All right, Ao, what do we do with the sails now that the mast cant be used? Wanaka felt that she had 

been a little severe with her punishment and hoped that the youngster could earn the lost points back 
quickly. She had no intention, of course, of broadcasting her doubts by canceling or reducing the penalty. 
We use them as sea anchors under water. The wind wont help anymore. Muamoku tries to stay at the 
south edge of the southern trades, and I dont really know even that much about any other cities. Well 
have to rig a sea anchor and sink it far enough for deep flow to keep the surface current from taking us too 
far south. Then we can start 
How do we know the right latitude? 
The visible part of the childs face showed she had spotted the trap. We dont need to. It doesnt matter 
as long as we dont get too near the ice. The suns will warn us of that, and I think we can check stars, too, 
but I expect youll show me all that. 
If either Wanaka or Keo was amused by the skillful return of the ball, neither let it show. The man 
nodded. 
You have the right idea, little one. You can help us rig the sea anchor if youre not too tired 
Of course Im not! 
Not tonight the captain interrupted. Almost time for food, drink, air check, and sleep. In the morning 
well bend lines to the sails and get them back in the water, the sooner the better; the wind isnt taking us 
the way we want to go, and certainly the surface current isnt either. Were driftingcan you tell me 
which way?and were already way south of the city. 
South and some east, I suppose. Thats what surface currents should be doing around here. 
How were we sailing before the hull began to sink? 
Ao blushed visibly around her mask. The catamaran hadnot been traveling downwind, of course, but at 
an angle to it that would provide maximum speed. The more ocean that could be covered by daylight, the 
better the chance of spotting cargo. The child thought for a moment before she could remember which 
tack they had been on, and risked a guess. Well, pretty near south. Wanaka smiled, slightly relieved. 
Not too bad. About one-sixty. All right, back to work. We cant accomplish very much more tonight, but 
should do what we can of the obvious procedures before dark. 
Ao splashed her way to the partly submerged cabin. She was still unhappy from the recent chastisement, 
but had learned not to argue a point when she knew she would, whether right or wrong, lose the argument. 
She would eat before being ordered to. 

The emergency nourishment provided by noise suits was not particularly tasty, and she had been solemnly 
warned that people in suits outcity sometimes went dangerously long without eating or drinking when 
their minds were taken up with other matters. A twenty-year-old had that fact firmly impressed on him or 
her before ever going outdoorsleaving the limits of a city even in a small boat. Ao had no wish to 
lose more points on the same day, and showing initiative might even have the opposite effect. 
She finished quickly, however, emerged again from the still floating cabinMike had wondered why the 
air lock sill was half a meter above deck levelswam to the formerly starboard hull, and moved 
cautiously along it to where the salvaged sheets of fabric had been rather hastily stowed. 
Dyou know which was the big one? Keo, who had followed her, asked. The child nodded and began 
working the appropriate sail out of the pile. The man took her at her word and began threading a length of 
cord through each grommet as it came into view. 
The captain gestured to Mike to accompany her and swam to the cabin. 
The passenger had been wondering why the sail could no longer be used in the normal fashion. Now he 
found out. The cabin had slid off the now detached deck; apparently some more quick-disconnects had 
been operated. The mast, still stayed, had fallen over, tilting the deck to a vertical plane as it did so. 
Wanaka ducked under the cabin, gesturing Mike to follow, pointed out to him a D-ring at the under edge 
of its floor, and made a pulling gesture. Hoani started to comply, but she stopped him, making a complex 
but meaningless gesture with one hand and, much more informatively, grasping his wrist with the other. 
Then she pointed to the opposite side of the cabin and swam toward it, motioning him to follow. 
There was a similar ring on this side, which she took in her own right hand. Then she pointed back to the 
other side, extended fingers successively in a one-two-three gesture, and simulated pulling the ring 
herself. 
Mike nodded comprehension, swam back to the first ring, and took hold of it. Wanaka made the gesture 
of approval he had seen earlier, which had clearly originated on Earth but not in any Polynesian culture, 
and repeated the one-two-three signal, pulling her ring at three. Mike did the same. He was not too 
surprised to see two rubbery sacks rather longer than the cabin floor begin to swell very slowly. The 
importance of backup had apparently taken a firm hold on Kainui. One could see why. 
He had already learned that sailing craft were extremely expensive here, simple as their basic growth 
ought to be; now he began to see why that was, too. 
The expansion of the floats was so slow that he wondered why it had been important to start both of them 
at once, but he never remembered later to ask. The captain swam to what Mike still thought of as the after 
end of the cabin, pointed out two more rings much closer to its center line, and they repeated the 
coordinated pull. Two more floats began to swell. 

It took fifteen or twenty minutes for the filling gas bags to lift the cabin clear of the sea. Mike assumed 
that the gas was not coming from pressure tanks but was being generated by some form of pseudolife. 
There would be no way to ask until they got out of the water, however. There seemed no immediate 
prospect of that; all three of the crew, aided by the unskilled passenger when he could be shown what to 
do, were engaged in what were presumably life-or-death tasks asMalolo gradually was transformed from 
a sailing catamaran into something of dubious drive source, with its former mast divided in twothere 
were telescoping sockets along itto form cross members connecting the remaining hull with the cabin, 
making the latter a highly inefficient-looking outrigger. There were connectors in the right places for this 
job, too. 
Wanaka did not abandon the separated deck, to her passengers curiosity. This had tipped back to 
horizontal and floated awash when the mast stays had been cut. It seemed incapable of carrying anything 
useful; even little Aos weight pushed a side or corner under the surface unless she balanced herself very 
carefully at its center. She was amusing herself trying this when the captain ordered her rather sharply to 
get back to work. 
The three adults were now all out of the sea on the remaining hull; it was not necessary to use hand 
language. Mike could interpret tone as well as words. The child complied instantly without even looking 
indignant. Her doll, once more perched on her shoulder, made no comment either. 
Mike, fully appreciating his own ignorance, decided not to ask about the deck just then. Also, he kept 
quiet on another point: after sunset there had until now been a light at the top of the mast whose purpose 
seemed obvious, but there was no suggestion of replacing it on, say, the roof of the cabin, though even the 
fainter sun was now almost below the horizon. He wondered what the chances might be of their being run 
down by another vessel in the dark. 
His reluctance to look ignorant overweighed his slight worry that the others might actually have 
overlooked that matter. Once the still floating hull had been attached to the sections of mast and the latter 
in turn to the floating cabin, he entered with the others and settled down to the usual evening activities. 
Usual was not quite the right word; it was the first time all four of them had been inside at once for 
more than a few seconds since leaving Muamoku. Also, there was much more than usual to do with the 
life-support equipment. Mike couldnt help much with this, but watched and listened to explanations, 
mostly from Ao, as the adult crew members toiled. The least pleasant of the explanations made it clear 
that they would possibly be eating suit-type synthetics until further notice once the parting gifts from the 
other ship had been used up. The pseudoplants that produced the more palatable substances might or 
might not survive their recent immersion; they had been on the deck, and Keo had not gotten them out of 
the water immediately. The realization that the suit synthetics had been most carefully designed to 
provide all possible human nourishment needs for an indefinite period did not offset the evident fact that 
taste had not been considered in the listing of those needs. 
Or possibly, Hoani told himself, the notions of what tasted good had also diverged in the last few 
generations from Earth-human-normal. He promptly corrected that term in his mind to Hoani-personal

normal. There is a broad spectrum of normal human tastes. 
Eventually the most urgent tasks seemed to be done, and everyone ate once more, quite slowly this time. 
Then the child was firmly gestured toward her hammock, and Keo without orders tumbled onto a bunk. 
Mike decided it would be tactless to claim the other, even though Wanaka showed no signs of being ready 
for it. She settled down to paperworkMalolos log, mainly. Mike began to put his own copious mental 
notes of the day into permanent form, up to the minute. 
He finished before Wanaka did, but eventually she stopped writing, too, and looked up from her desk. 
A nonstandard day, she remarked with no sign either of annoyance or humor. You must have a few 
questions. 
Some, he admitted, but Im figuring out quite a bit for myself. If the kid isnt going to spend any more 
time at a masthead, maybe you could have her start teaching me Finger. 
Wanaka nodded. Good thought. I doubt that either Keo or I will be able to give you as much attention as 
we hoped. 
Thats all right. She knows enough more than I do to be an appropriate teacher anyway. But I cant help 
wondering whether she could tell me much about what turns the oxygen I heard Keo mention into a 
danger. I could only infer from the spoken words after the episode under the hull that she didnt know as 
much as she should about it, so maybe you should tell me. 
The captain smiled wryly. She can tell you as much as either of us could. She was dangerously careless, 
and I had to downgrade her for it. But I may as well give you the picture. 
Its nasty stuff. You probably know that not everyone on Kainui is completely agreed about everything. 
Im ready to take that for granted. Youre human. 
Some people want to get a lot of oxygen into the air and at least get rid of the carbon monoxide. This, to 
be managed in less than a good many generations, would require pseudolife able to reproduce itself 
indefinitelythe sort of thing we told you back at the iron-fish that most of us consider unacceptably 
dangerous. Others remember too clearly the unforeseen side effects of that sort of seeding on a lot of 
worlds, including the Old one. The result, since theres never been any way to stop people from using 
knowledge once its been acquired, is that some folks, and some whole cities, have gone ahead designing 
and releasing pseudos able to break down water, and others to take the oxygen and react it with CO before 
the freed hydrogen made a nuisance of itself, interfering with the redox we use in the city and on board 
here. Usually these things have been grown as symbionts. Unfortunately, while officially designed 
systems have so far behaved fairly well, some of those designed by hackersindividuals with less 
interest in social approval than in displaying their own skillhave gotten loose with some pretty sad side 

effects. No doubt their planners meant well, but having to keep a project more or less under water divides 
attention, and not knowing what other people were doing in the fieldwell, youve probably heard the 
story of a couple of nations having political disagreements back on the Old World. One of them sabotaged 
the guidance system of a missile being tested by its enemies, and targeted its makers capital, not knowing 
that another department of its own government had already sabotaged the warhead. Not an unusual event 
in complex societies, or even in our quite simple ones. 
So there are oxygen-producers loose on the planet, not all of them putting their product to its best use. 
Exactly. And several types will leave the oxygen free to attack many other sustances than carbon 
monoxide. For the last couple of centuries cities as well as ships have had to keep a constant watch for 
such stuff. Nowadays we also have to watch out for people who dream up organisms which will act as 
predators for such oxygen-producers. These also, of course, have to be unlimited breeders. Ive heard an 
old aphorism about the perils of riding a tiger, and I can see its implications even if I can only guess what 
a tiger is. 
Anyway, weve picked up a dangerous oxygen-maker. Its lucky it takes so much energy to break up 
water, and the things that dont dispose of the oxygen properly usually dont get much of it back. I do 
wish I could promise we could get you back to Muamoku. But we told you about that before we started. 
You did. No blame. I may have been safer crossing nineteen hundred parsecs between the stars, but I 
doubt it. 
Anything else youre curious about? 
Lots, but you couldnt cover it in one night. I gathered the kid did something out of line? Part of what 
went on was in Finger, and most of the rest out of my hearing in the thunder. Dont give me details that 
you consider none of my business, but I wouldnt want to make any verbal slips that might either bother 
the kid or undercut discipline. 
Wanaka glanced at the hammock and gave a terse account of what had happened. She skipped her own 
doubts about the punishment, since she was not completely certain that Ao was asleep. More to the point, 
she was quite certain that the doll wasnt. 
Mike nodded as she finished. All right. Remaining worry: just how sure can we be that that gangrene 
was confined to the hull weve shed? 
I rather expected you to ask that. If you were wearing a rank badge Id award you a couple of points. We 
arent sure at all. My guess is that when we hit that whatever-it-was a while backyou rememberwe 
picked up the infection. Well never know just what the object was, but Id guess either an egg designed 
to make oxygen seeds or more likely a bit of coral which had been around long enough to pick up 
practically anything. Viruses grow best on a solid surface, almost always. We pushed off the old hull, and 

I hope it sinks; but well have to check the one we still have carefully and frequently from now on. 
Something just occurred to me. If oxygen-producing pseudos arent capable of direct reproduction, 
couldntMalolo s breathing equipment get infected? 
It could. We carry several carefully packeted seeds for replacing that gear; and another possible source 
of our present infection would be a minor mutation of such a seed lost from another ship. 
Or maybe our own? Infecting frominside the hull? 
Wanaka raised an eyebrow, but showed no indignation. Thats conceivable, and well check. The seeds 
were, and I think still are, in the cabin, though. Thanks for the ideaI guess. 
And if the other hull goes, too? I was very impressed by your built-in trouble preparations, but there 
must be a limit to what they can handle. 
There is. The captain offered no more details, and Hoani decided not to press the point. He himself felt 
that knowing the worst was no more likely to bother him than not knowing anything, but Wanaka was the 
captain and he, by now, was quite clear about most of the implications of that fact. That was one reason 
why he had hesitated earlier before asking about Aos offense. 
Wanaka went on, Im going to sleep. Since we arent under way, theres no risk of hitting anything, and 
if anything hits us theres not much to be done about it at night. Sorry, but youll have to sleep on the 
deck. 
The one outside? Is that why you kept it? 
No. The deckfloorin here. Your breathing gear wouldnt last outside. Im sorry if you dont sleep 
well, but we could be sorrier if I dont.Au ahiahi . 
Mike did not, in fact, sleep very well. He was pretty sure that the chance of being struck by anything must 
be considered negligible by the professionals, since they had both retired without setting up a watch, but 
he frequently found himself awake and listening. 
There was as usual plenty to hear, much of it muffled by the cabin walls, but none of it was informative. 
He could only guess how much of the night he spent awake, but did not feel very capable when the other 
adults sat up almost simultaneously. It was dawn, though neither sun was actually up. Kaihapa had not 
shifted visibly, but that was no surprise; it would have implied hundreds of miles of longitudinal drift in a 
few hours, which would in turn have called for a most impressive sequence of storms. 
The captain left the chamber briefly, and returned with a report that somewhat eased Mikes indefinite 
worries. 

The old hulls either sunk or drifted away. Keo, check what we have left for infection, then come back 
and eat, and well set up the deep-sail and seed. Mike, how good are you at knots? 
Hardly up to your standards, Im afraid. But I have sailed on Earth. 
I know. All right. When Keo gets back well wake up Ao if shes still asleep, and she can join Keo and 
me. Im afraid you have to standand I do mean standwatch on the other hull, Mike. 
Hoani realized that the Im afraid part of the sentence was pure courtesy to a guest; hed actually been 
given an order. He acknowledged it appropriately. 
Keo was fully twenty minutes at his hull check, but finally reappeared to say that everythingseemed to be 
clear. Mike, the captain, and the now awake Ao all noticed the choice of words, but no one remarked on 
them. They ate, checked their own and each others breathing equipment, and went outside. Hoani would 
have liked to watch what the others were doing, but controlled his curiosity, swam to the hull and climbed 
onto it, and promptly had his attention taken from the others. 
The sea legs he had acquired earlier were now out-of-date. The hull was less than two meters wide, and 
responded very differently to swells and microtsunamis than the catamaran configuration did. Also, there 
was much less to hold on to when he stood up. By the time he was actually able to get his attention away 
from his own feet, the others were all under water. He hoped he could find one of them if he had anything 
to report. 
It was the most boring morning he had spent since leaving Muamoku. It was also the most tiring; standing 
in the one-third gravity was not burdensome even in noise armor, but the constant change of stance 
needed as the hull pitched, yawed, and jumped called for equally constant muscle work. He was quite 
proud of himself when the others surfaced and joined him; he had not fallen overboard even once. 
He yielded to temptation and watched the final operation of the others rather than their surroundings. The 
deckthe original onehad been moored to the stern of the hull the night before; now an additional line 
was strung between it and the cabin. Keo took the hull end of what had now to be considered a control 
line, while Wanaka worked her way onto one of the cabins floats and juggled with a second. Very 
gradually, Mike saw, a short and feeble wake appeared at the bow ends of hull, floats, and 
deck.Something was pulling the whole assembly, very slowly, aft, or at least keeping it from moving with 
the southeast-bound surface current. 
A few minutes of watching and thinking provided him with a reasonable guess, and encouraged him to 
ask a question of Keo. 
How deep is the sea anchor, and how can you keep it there? 

The native answered without taking very much of his attention from the tow line. 
Between seventy and eighty meters. Weve weighted it with some of the iron, and floated one corner to 
keep it more or less vertical, and attached the smaller sail to help handle the high corner. It was tricky 
arranging, and if we lose too much of the speed difference between the deep and surface currents its 
unstable. If it goes too far down the whole vertical line of floats will collapse under the pressure and let 
the stuff sink, and well have to set it up all over again. As long as were being pulled hard enough one 
way by the surface current and the other by the deeper one, the difference should tend to keep the whole 
thing up. 
Why the current difference? Though I think I can guess. 
Surface current is diluted water from the equatorial rain belt. It gradually picks up salt as it flows. The 
deeper one is saltier stuff returning toward the equator. Thats a gross over-simplification, by the way. 
I thought it might be. How long will this stage take us? 
To grow the new hull? Half a year, give or take quite a bit. Depends on temperature and a little bit on ion 
content of the water. To get to Muamoku afterward? Probably less, unless the captain decides to hunt up 
more cargo first. 
Mike found himself out of questions. Both of Keos answers needed digesting. 
IV 
Crescendo 
The following weeks ought to have been boring for a person who had never needed much more than an 
hour to get from one place to another on the same planet, but they werent. 
Hoani was a perfectly capable sailor as long as he could see the sails. Wanaka had checked that very 
early, though she had never left him alone on watch while all the rest were sleeping. The sails, however, 
were now under water and quite out of sight. Their orientation with the currents they were supposed to be 
using could be told only from the length of cordage paid out to the various corners, and their depths from 
the angle at which these lines entered the water. This last was very hard indeed to observe, since they 
passed through rings on the sides and corners of the deck, which was now floating level with the surface 
except as waves lifted one corner or another. Two lines, on the nearest deck angles, led to the deepest sail 
corners, which were held apart by a length of the former mast; not all of this had been used to improvise 
outrigger booms. The peak of the larger sail itself was attached to the center of a shorter such length, 
whose ends were controlled by lines through rings on the farther corners of the deck. These ends kept 
separated the longer side of the small sail, while a fifth ring on the deck, midway between the last two, 

guided the line attached to its apex. 
Had anyone described the job earlier to Mike he would have called it impossible. The small sail was 
maneuvered mainly to raise or lower very slightly the peak of the larger one; all three of its control lines 
needed very practiced handling. The other two were used to manipulate the slant of the larger triangle, so 
as to control its depth more coarsely. 
Since even the child was able to do all this fairly well, Mike had no excuse to use the i-word; and to 
forestall any possible other risk of his suffering boredom, Wanaka had decided that Aos physical 
strength was not up to handling all five lines. The passenger was therefore gradually earning crew status 
as well as learning Finger. 
He made frequent errors. The child was more than ready to provide advice, but occasionally this was 
wrong and even more often the man failed to get her message promptly and correctly. The other two 
adults, when available, often had to do incomprehensible and complex things to correct the errors. The 
captain was quite tolerant about all this, the child considerably less so. She was young enough still to be 
more conscious of what she already knew than of what she didnt. 
There was no such thing as really heaving to, though that was the theoretical aim.Malolo was either being 
borne more or less poleward by surface currentnot precisely south; Coriolis force is ordinary inertia, 
and not confined to Earthor dragged the other way by the submerged sail. The idea was to match the 
two effects as closely as possible to maintain latitude. Wind neither helped nor hindered significantly; it 
had only a little grip even on the cabin. 
Besides latitude maintenance some actual maneuvering was necessary. Chance could be counted on to 
lead them into storms and hail, which were necessary for water, but manipulation was needed to keep 
them out of waterspouts that could be and had been both chemically and mechanically troublesome even 
when the ship was whole. 
Continuous duty for everyone was not, of course, possible, and at times they had to accept inadequate 
control of the sea anchor while people slept, or merely rested, or attended to other necessary jobs. These 
times would obviously be fewer when Mike could handle an unsupervised watch, and he felt guilty at 
how long it was taking him to interpret reflexively the almost imperceptible shifts of the control lines. 
The general asymmetry of the present craft didnt help, either; one hull paralleling a floating cabin was 
not the same thing as two essentially identical hulls. Hoani had almost, at one point, asked why the cabin 
wasnt set to lead, or trail behind, the remaining hull, or even to balance on top of it, but hesitated long 
enough to be saved from looking ignorant by another of Kainuis phenomena. 
Early on the second day after the hull-seed had been fertilized and set afloat on its tow line, everyones 
attention had been caught by an explosive sound abeam. Mike had watched with a crawling sensation 
along his spine as a jet of water far more massive and coherent than the usual waterspouts had climbed 

skyward a few hundred meters away. A wave spread outward from its base as it rose and another as it 
slowly collapsed. These did not travel rapidly in Kainuis gravity but were quite high enough when they 
reached the ship to lift first one side and then the other well over a meter. If the phenomenon had 
occurred much closer, or if the system had lacked catamaran stability, even Mike could see that the rest of 
their trip would have been performed swimming. He suddenly realized that a waterspout would have had 
the same effect and was thankful for his earlier silence. 
This was unfortunate in a way; anything that discourages a student from asking questions can interfere 
with education. 
He rather suspected that ifMalolo were more completely wrecked the natives would, after appropriate 
preparation, start to swim, doubtless towing what they needed; but he decided not to ask. Aside from the 
possibility that the question would be deemed silly, he was a little afraid of the answer. 
He did raise his eyebrows at Keo, who was closest. The man had no trouble understanding the implied 
question. 
Very rare, he remarked. Only the second one Ive ever seen. Strictly a matter of chance. A really broad 
sound front somewhere below gets focused just right by salinity or temperature lensing, and puts maybe a 
hundred atmospheres of pressure on one or two square meters just under the surface. Thats one reason we 
make the cities in separate, flexibly linked units, and why some of us feel safer out on sorties. Actually 
Ive never heard of anything as small as a ships being hit directly by one. 
Whod have heard? Wanaka, Ao, and Oloa spoke together. Keo simply shrugged. He might, of 
course, have been merely trying to keep Hoani from panicking; if so, he didnt bother to justify himself, 
but simply went on. Cities get hit every now and then, of course. Thats why we keepkinai aki on duty. 
Mike was a little startled at the use to which the term fireman had been adapted, but reflected that after 
all Kainuis atmosphere didnt support combustion even if the air in the floating cities did. 
Do cities get really damaged by these things? he asked. 
Bad air leaks usually, float damage fairly often. Ive never heard of a citys actually sinkingor being 
missed, he added hastily. People have died from suffocation or poisoning, of course, when too much air 
got in. 
I guess Im glad I didnt know about them before. At least we dont have to watch out for such things. 
Why not? snapped Ao. Just because one happened here doesnt mean another wont. The laws of 
chance dont have any memory! 
It was Mikes first chance to correct a native. He wished, though, that Ao had been an adult. I know 

they dont,tama-iti , he answered. He regretted the word the instant he uttered it, but felt more need to 
justify himself than to apologize. But we havent been watching for them so far, and I dont see how 
wed spot them coming anyway. Is there something you know about that that I dont? 
No. Youre right. Im sorry. I thought Aos voice trailed off. 
You thought youd caught a grown-up making a mistake, didnt you? I dont blame you for speaking 
without thinking. 
I do, Wanaka cut in, but as long as it was just words, complete with apology, well write it off as a 
lesson. 
The childs relief showed around her mask, but she said no more just then. Instead, she flipped on her 
helmet and went to examine the seedling towing aftsouthward, away from the sea-anchor systemof 
the cabin. She checked her safety line very pointedly first; the surface current being opposed by the sails 
was fairly strong. Mike wasnt sure whether she was more concerned with being swept awayafter all, 
rescue would have been fairly easyor losing more points. 
The growing ship looked like a small but oddly shaped torpedo, and was already over half a meter long. 
The oddness sprang from what looked like a pair of short wings sprouting from each side. These, even the 
visitor could see, were actually keels; there were two hulls growing, deck to deck, just barely afloat. He 
had not yet asked why this was, or what would be done with the spare one; he was hoping to figure at 
least the first question out for himself as a matter of self-respect. Like Ao, he was feeling a need to be 
right. 
He could not, of course, keep his eyes on the child; control lines were his business of the moment. He had 
never in any language heard the phrase The buck stops here, but was very familiar with its underlying 
concept. 
As it happened, although he was in charge of the sea anchor when things did go wrong some days later, it 
was not Mikes fault. At least, no one blamed him aloud, and he could see plenty of excuse for himself. It 
happened during one of the most violent storms of the journey so far, and his eyes simply couldnt follow 
the lines he was holding all the way to the deck. He didnt know that anything had gone wrong until the 
foggily visible deck itself suddenly went out of sight under water. 
Everyone was helmeted at the moment. Mike flipped his own back when he did realize what had 
occurred, but no one could hear himthey might not have in the storm even if their own helmets had 
been offand it was a minute or more before Keo saw him bareheaded and realized something must be 
wrong. By that time the cords were dipping deeply even at the cabin and hull ends, and the wake had 
vanished.Malolo had clearly ceased to buck the surface current. 
Keo was at Mikes side, helmet also flipped back, in a few seconds, and seemed to understand the 

situation. He selected the line connected to the upper corner of the smaller sail, removed it from Hoanis 
grasp, and pulled on it hard. There was no obvious result; certainly the slope of the remaining lines did 
not improve. After perhaps half a minute Keo relinquished his hold on the cord and casually dropped it 
into the sea. Then he took one of the lower-spar ones and, yelling that Mike should follow his example 
with the one left to him, began hauling it in. By then it was fairly evident even to the passenger that the 
whole system had dipped too low, bitten too much into the deep current, and would have to be pulled up 
and realigned. He wondered whether anything had actually torn loose, but saw no sign of cordage, booms, 
or sails on the surface. 
Meter after meter of tow line came in. Mikes stronger arms brought his side along more rapidly, and his 
corner of the big sail brought up against the deck and was stopped by its guide ring before Keo had 
finished with his. The native didnt seem bothered by this. When his own line was in he handed it also to 
Mike, and bellowed as loudly as he could over the thunder and hail, Hold em both. When I wave hard, 
up and down, start letting them out together. And I meantogether . Without waiting for an answer, he 
flipped on his helmet and dived toward the deck half a dozen meters away. 
The captain and the child had by this time realized what was happening, but continued with their own 
duties. Mike realized that there was now no relative current to sweep a swimmer away, and wondered 
whether Keo had thought about that problem when the sea anchor would be back in place. He would 
probably not have dared say anything even had it been possible, but couldnt keep the thought entirely out 
of his mind, since even the most professional of professionals sometimes slips up. There seemed nothing 
to do, however, but keep tight hold of both lines as he had been ordered, and a close eye on the swimmer. 
The latter soon ceased to be possible; Keo dived before he reached the deck, and was gone for several 
minutes. Mike could feel occasional tugs, first on one of his lines and then on the other, so he didnt 
worry as badly as he might have; but when the mate appeared well over a hundred meters beyond the 
deckthe blinding hail had almost ceased for the momentthe relief at seeing him at all greatly 
outweighed any anxiety over his distance. The latter feeling disappeared completely when it became 
obvious that the swimmer was still in contact. At least, he was clearly holding on to a cord, and gradually 
a sail itself became visible between him and the deck. It must be the small one; its backup float line could 
just be seen at its far corner, and Mike now realized that the two sinkers at the ends of the larger sails 
boom were also against the edge of the deck where the control lines he was still holding entered the sea. 
Keo now began pulling himself closer hand over hand. He reached the appropriate sail corner quickly 
enough and seemed to be examining something for a moment; then he let go of everything and began to 
swim toward where Mike crouched at the rear of the cabin. The two lines Hoani was holding were too far 
apart at the deck to be reached by one person at the same time, and he appreciated Keokolos 
thoughtfulness. His climbing along one of them would have made it very hard to keep the pair paid out 
equally as his order had implied. 
Of course, Keomight merely have distrusted Mikes ability to manage both. The latter decided, of course, 
not to ask about this when the swimmer clambered up beside him. 

A float got popped by something, Keo reported as his helmet flipped back. He added a short phrase 
composed entirely of words unfamiliar to the other. Nothing we can blame on you, Mike. Well have to 
make another as soon as possible. Belay your lines where they are. You might as well go inside and 
charge up your breather while I get something from the cargo line. I wonder if Wanaka will be able to 
bring herself to dump a unit of iron. 
The implication here was obvious enough; the float from one of the cargo units would have to be put to a 
new use. Mike said nothing as Keo reentered the sea. 
Neither did Wanaka, now close enough to have heard the mate and with her helmet off. Her attenion was 
otherwise occupied. She gestured Ao to approach, and issued some instructions in Finger. She pointed 
first, which helped the man tell that the orders concerned the floating seedling, but his increasing grasp of 
the gesture language was not yet up to getting all the details. Apparently she was supposed to take care of 
it somehow, but Mike had no idea of what danger it might be in. 
The child entered the water and flippered toward the little torpedo shape while pulling the now slack line 
that had been towing it. Reaching her goal, she submerged with it, and Hoani lost track of both in the once 
more rising storm. He returned his attention to the mate while the latter freed an iron unit from the cargo 
line and brought it back to the cabin. He received, rather to his surprise, a nod of appreciation from the 
other; he had expected his watchfulness to be taken for granted. The nod was not accompanied by words 
as thunder still discouraged speech even out of water, but a few gestures got across; Mike obediently 
belayed both the cords he had been holding, appreciating Keos failure to check his knots, and 
accompanied the latter to the air lock. 
Keo insisted by a few Finger symbols and some less formal gestures that Mike use it first, but they were 
both inside the cabin in moments. The captain stayed outside for obvious reasons. Ao had not yet 
reappeared. Keo kept silent, busy detaching the float from the unit he had brought in. This seemed not to 
be a very demanding task, and Mike ventured to ask what Ao had been told to do. 
Shes under the cabin, keeping the new ship from the hail and making certain nothing happens to its tow 
line. The danger isnt really very great, but thats the only ship seed we have. If we lose it, we have a long 
swim in a direction wed have to guess. 
I suppose the captain is watching the kid, then. 
Probably not. Ao knows whats going on. Shes no more immune to mistakes than either of us, but 
Wanaka has a lot of other things to do. So have we. Could you check our life support while Im at this? 
Ill have to go outside again to install this float as soon as its ready, because right now theres no way to 
maneuver if a spout crowds us. I wont be able to watch you, but I know the little one has shown you 
about some of it, at least. 
Hoani nodded and complied. The psuedoliving intake stage oxidized carbon monoxide with sodium 

peroxide from the leaf, getting enough energy from the process to feed its own intake pump. This kept 
the inside pressure slightly above Kainui normal even after the carbon dioxide had also been precipitated. 
There was no reliable way to keep even self-healing machinery completely leakproof, and it was much 
more than merely desirable that all leakage be outward. Given the length of a typical human generation, it 
would be a long, long time before the Kainuian human subspecies tolerance for CO increased usefully. 
Keo had left long before Mike finished his assignment. 
When he emerged from the cabin at last, the storm was still visible to the west, blocking any view of both 
Kaihapa and the suns, but was no longer dropping hail on the vessel. Background thunder was still louder 
than usual, but now caused Mike less trouble because of his improving skill with Finger. Ao had returned 
to the hull leaving the seedling in the water, but the latters tow line was still slack. Keo, out of sight and 
presumably under water, had evidently not yet reestablished the sea-anchor system. Wanaka had three 
control lines in her right hand and two in her left, and seemed to be giving them her full attention. Mike 
glanced around, noted the usual number of waterspouts within sight, but was pretty sure that none was a 
menace at the moment. Experience had taught him that Keos present job would probably take only a few 
minutes. 
He was right. The mate suddenly appeared beside the deck and gestured rather casually, and the captain 
promptly signaled to Hoani to take over the lines. Ao started to take up her usual position beside him, but 
was gestured back to the hull and set to another taskMike, his attention focused on the lines, couldnt 
see just what. He wasnt sure just how happy the sudden increase in trust made him feel. He had flown 
sailplanes on Earth, and would always vividly remember his first solo landing. However, the watch ended 
with no further troubles. 
The seedling continued to grow, sometimes several centimeters in a single day, more often slowly enough 
to need careful measurement. The two little hulls were now separated slightly as a developing deck 
appeared between them and grew. After a few days, Mike risked a question. 
I dont see any sign of a new cabin. We make do with this one, I take it? 
Wanaka nodded. That would be a whole set of separate seeds. Cabin and air lock unit, air equipment, 
sails, furnishings. Much more expensive ones, too. And much more trouble getting them to stop growth 
just at the right stage in each case to let them fit together properly. 
We have them, I suppose. 
Many of them. The most important. The first three I mentioned, plus thekumurau . Well have to deploy 
that pretty soon, by the way, at the rate weve been using oxygen. Itll complicate handling the sea anchor, 
and probably cost us some latitude one way or the other, and well be really vulnerable to waterspouts 
while its out, but thats not a choice. 

Hoani nodded. He had seen many times, before the journey had become so exciting, the strip of 
pseudolife that didnt look particularly like either a tree or a leaf but would at least have been green with 
chlorophyll if either of the suns had produced much green light. It was nearly ten meters wide and more 
than a hundred and fifty long, and trailed behindMalolo during times when the suns were highest and 
Wanaka had forced herself to admit that oxygen was as important as new cargo and hence to accept the 
very low sailing speed demanded by its production. Just now it was reeled up out of the sea at the aft end 
of the cabin. Mike had been wondering how long they could do without it, but had been reluctant to ask. 
He knew they had left Muamoku with a very large supply of oxygen cartridges, presumably fully charged, 
but didnt know what very large meant in terms of person-hours of breathing. 
Except, of course, that there was no way for it to be a definite number. He himself would have been 
tempted to top the oxygen supply off every day, but now realized that with the tree-leaf deployed they 
were much more vulnerable to waterspouts. The captain had now decided that the risk had to be taken. 
Each of the next ten days, for the four hours when the suns were at their highest, the tree-leafMike had 
decided thatkumurau was probably an evolved blend of Hawaiian and Maoriwas paid out. Fortunately 
it trailed in the opposite direction from the sea-anchor system, and didnt directly interfere with the 
control lines; but since it was affected by the surface current, its deployment did add problems to handling 
these. 
Mike was not excused from this complication of control duty after the first day, which he spent watching 
Wanaka and Keo very closely indeed. Thereafter he was on his own, and to his own slowly decreasing 
surprise made no serious mistakes. His self-confidence, along with his fluency in Finger, was growing, 
though there was still very little risk of his reaching the dangerous overconfidence level. 
It was Ao who was now totally relieved from the sea-anchor duty. Her muscular strength was not really 
up to it, and there was much else to keep her busy now that Mike needed practically no advice. Actually, 
everyone except Mike was mostly keeping alert for waterspouts while the oxygen-maker was 
deployed.Malolo was little more maneuverable at such times than when the sea-anchor system was out of 
action. Whenever one of these whirling towers of spray drew close enough to worry Wanaka or Keo when 
Mike was on the lines, one of them would take over without comment and Ao, without orders, would 
take the growing shiplet out of the sea and lash it quickly but securely onto the remaining hull. Mike 
wondered what would be done when it grew too big for this procedure. 
He trusted the professional skill of his hosts, but knew there were conditions that even the most competent 
of seamen couldnt handle; and he was pretty sure that the captain, good as she was at keeping her 
feelings to herself, was becoming more and more worried about something. 
It was not the oxygen. After ten days of using thekumurau the cartridges were as full as when the sortie 
had started, and she made no attempt to hide her relief the last time it was reeled in. 
Also, the problem was probably not their location. While it was not really practical to take a noon sight by 
instrument on the twin suns, it was evident that the ships latitude had changed. They were too far south. 

While even Hoani could see thatMalolo had drifted some distance eastward, since the sister planet 
Kaihapa was clearly nearer the western horizon, longitude mattered very little. The likelihood of having to 
circumnavigate a parallel of latitude in order to find a given city went without saying in Kainui 
seamanship. It was not a difficulty of knowing the ships longitude, which could be worked out celestially 
with enough effort; the eclipses of the two suns provided time information. However, knowing that of the 
ships intended port with no effective long-range communication was entirely another matter. A marine 
chronometer is useful only if there is a Greenwich, and it stays put. 
Trouble did eventually come, of course, but Mike never found out whether it was the one worrying the 
captain. 
Even the procedure difficulties threatened by the growing replacement ship failed to become serious. Well 
before the seedling was too heavy to ride the remaining hull without sinking it gunwale down, it had 
become far too bulky for even Keo and the captain together to hoist, regardless of ingenious 
improvisations of cordage. This seemed to bother no one. When a waterspout threatened, the growing 
craft was now simply moored as securely as the supply of rope would permit and allowed to float by 
itself. This, of course, made the duty on the sea-anchor lines too complicated for a beginner, and Mike 
was sometimes rather glad to see a spout developing nearby. It saved him labor, and he had certainly not 
yet become overconfident. 
On the second of these occasions, however, one of the mooring lines became slackno one ever found 
who was to blame, but Ao and Mike could share the happy confidence that it wasnttheir fault. This 
allowed a minor collision, and one of the growing keels was badly cracked, while a scratch penetrated all 
four protective coats of the older hull. Now even Mike was informed enough to worry, though the 
scratched area was repainted using appropriate seeds as soon as the waves permitted. 
Wanaka then changed procedure. Fewer but longer tow lines were used, and the embryonic vessel was 
kept farther from the rest of the system. This was not too difficult when the wind more or less directly 
opposed the surface current, which it usually did. Otherwise, while the little craft still floated with keels 
horizontal, the high side of the developing deck sandwiched between them now caught a good deal of air. 
And made maneuvering very complex indeed. 
This Mike could understand. What bewildered him was that at the next approach of a waterspout, Ao was 
ordered to swim to the tow and lash herself to it as solidly as she couldin fact, the captain went with her 
and supervised the process before rejoining Keo at the lines. 
She gestured to Mike, who for the moment was free of duty, and ordered him in the hand language he 
now understood quite well: Keep your eyes on her. If shes swept away, tell Keo. Dont waste time 
reporting to me. 
He nodded understanding and returned to the other hull, which offered both a higher viewpoint, since the 
cabin roof was no place to ride out a waterspout, and was also closer to the object of his attention. 

He was just a little undecided. He would have conceded to anyone the importance of discipline in any sort 
of crew, but couldnt help feeling that he himself should be more able physically to perform a rescue; the 
captain might technically be a better swimmer, but in the storm-lashed sea it looked as though muscle 
might be a greater need. 
Demand for strength might explain why she should have ordered him to tell Keo first, rather than 
attempting rescue himself; no doubt there were routine procedures familiar to the sailors that Mike knew 
nothing about. His intentions wavered whileMalolo and her attachments rocked and shivered in the 
turbulence around the spout. 
It was quickly over, waterspouts traveling as they do, and no decision had to be made; Ao was still in 
sight and lashed in place when things quieted down. Wanaka immediately swam to the child and helped 
free her from the lashings, and they returned to the cabin together. 
In another two or three minutes it was safe to doff helmets, and Mike looked for signs of her ordeal on the 
childs face. He was astonished to find none visible around her mask; she seemed as perky as though she 
had enjoyed the ride. 
It seemed very likely indeed that there was something else Mike didnt know. He decided not to inquire 
what it might be; he was not yet emotionally convinced that almost the only silly questions are the ones 
not asked. 
There was now a good deal of work for all; the spinning of everything in the waterspout had upset the seaanchor 
control systemit was lucky that the oxygen leaf had not been deployedand badly tangled the 
set of tow lines that had kept the child and her charge part of the system. The seedling, now more of a 
sapling, had indeed come much closer to the main hull than anyone had wanted; Mike actually remarked 
aloud to Keo how much better it would have been if they had managed to salvage more cordage from the 
diseased hull, and the other had merely nodded. This left Hoani wondering whether he had overshot being 
merely right and become blatantly obvious. 
With the sea-anchor controls reestablished and Mike once more handling them, the other two adultsAo 
was in the cabin, to eat and sleepleft Hoanis range of vision and attention, saying something about 
rearranging the tow system. When they came back more than an hour later, they were still talking but 
seemed dissatisfied. 
In spite of this, the same general procedure was followed with the next unavoidable spout, and the next. 
There were no collisions on either occasion, but each time the captain and mate spent a while afterward 
trying to improve arrangements. Even Mike could see that they were getting even farther south. There was 
simply no quick way of judging the changing speed of the deep current. 
Then several days passed with no real incidents. Spouts were seen, of course; a total lack of them in 
Kainuis grossly unstable atmosphere would have been really noteworthy, but none came near enough to 

require action. Just possibly the adults became too relaxed; it was Ao who shouted the warning about 
another approaching menace and dived for her hull station without waiting for orders. 
Wanaka followed as usual to make sure of childs and dolls lashings, and by the time she got back to Keo 
and the lines theMalolo -sea-anchor system was again out of control. Mike did not actually see the 
separation of their tow; he was almost pulled from station and lifelines by an especially violent jerk, had 
to glance momentarily around to find another grip, and when he looked up again could see nothing but 
seething water where seedling and child had been. 
It took several seconds to convince himself that tow and rider had really disappeared, and more than a 
minute to make his way across to the cabin where captain and mate had just stopped working because the 
sea anchor had been disarranged again. 
By this time Mike had no trouble getting his message across in Finger, which was fortunate because all 
helmets had to stay tight. The captain asked only three questions, and of course her facial expression 
could not be seen as she gestured. 
Ao was still lashed to the ship when they disappeared? 
As far as I know. I didnt see the actual separation. I told you why. She was there only seconds before. 
But Wanaka didnt seem to be thinking along whose-fault-was-it lines. She could not, Mike thought, 
possibly have blamed him for the loss of the tow, but his failure actually to see it go might be another 
matter. 
And her lashings seemed secure when you lastdid see? 
Yes, Captain. 
Oloa, too? 
Yes. 
The captains tension disappeared, as far as could be told with her helmet on. 
Perfect, she gestured. 
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Quality 

The gesture might, of course, have meant merely Good, or All right, or Fine; there was a fairly 
broad spectrum of possibilities. Mikes confidence in the exact meaning was not yet very high. However, 
as he currently understood Finger, it had been very emphatic indeed, and he couldnt see why. 
He found himself almost on the point of asking questions, but there was no time. Wanaka was issuing 
orders. Also, he was feeling more and more as though he should already know some of the answers. 
Keo, surface the sails. Lucky theyre already out of drag mode. Mike, help me deploy the leaf; we might 
as well stock up on oxygen while were waiting, and itll keep us closer to the current. 
Waiting? Shouldnt we be looking for the kidand the ship? he added. He certainly didnt knowthose 
answers. 
No. Theyll have to find us, which means well have to stay as nearly right here as possible. Lucky the 
storms passing. Surface current will be about the only variable theyll have to allow for. 
They? The word had seemed reasonable when child and ship had been the subject; now it sounded odd. 
However, Wanakas hands were too busy with the roll of leaf-equivalent to allow her to answer, and her 
face was not visible at the moment. She might have made a slip of the finger, no doubt; the gloves of the 
sound armor were not heavily padded, but were hard-shelled, exquisitely jointed to permit any finger 
movement, and depended on impedance mismatch rather than padding to keep dangerous noises out. 
They permitted Finger communication easily. Mike felt a distinct suspicion that she had deliberately 
given him meaningful information, possibly to see whether hed wind up more or less confused than 
before. 
Of course, the plural might still have included the ship, but that made two questions rather than one. He 
glanced at where Keo had been, but the mate was already in the sea carrying out his orders. Hoani felt like 
a student who had just been handed a surprise quiz with the question in an unfamiliar language. He didnt 
even have time to think; helping pay out the long ribbon of pseudolife without harming it took too much 
of his attention. So did the the constant reminder that the storm had not completely passed, that there were 
plenty of ordinary waterspouts in sight, and that the hull was no steadier than usual. 
When helmets could once more be removed, he had another surprise: Wanaka was taking what looked 
like position sights on the suns and Kaihapa. The instrument she used had no real optical parts; it was 
basically a simple cross staff, the arms modified with double sights to allow aiming it at both suns at once, 
with a tray of viscous fluid serving as a horizontal reference. Mike did manage to solve that one after a 
few seconds; he had, he remembered, used the trick himself when no horizon was visible, measuring the 
suns angular separation from its reflection in a horizontal surface. He could even see why no lenses were 
being used here. It was not just that silicon was virtually unobtainable from Kainuis highly acidic 
oceancarbon-based optics could have been grown, presumablybut because the hazy, ripply 
atmosphere made really precise sighting on celestial objects impossible anyway. Magnifying optics would 
have done nothing for accuracy. 

What he didnt see clearly was why such observations were worth making at all. True, the captain had 
said something about waiting for Ao, so it was obviously important to try to stay put in some sense or 
other; but if they were yielding to the current anyway 
Maybe it would be more profitable to go back to just who they might beWanaka had certainly used 
the plural gesture. Most likely they were Ao and the growing ship; but that, as he had already noticed, 
posed two major questions. It was just believable that the child could swim backif she knew the right 
direction. The storm was not a frontal disturbance; Mike had seen no such phenomenon yet on Kainui. It 
was simply a local convective instability resulting partly from temperature and partly from humidity. Its 
winds were mostly short, random gusts and the child shouldnt be far out of sight. Mike had no idea, 
however, how Ao could possibly know the direction. 
If they did mean child and ship, it was even harder for him to see how the latter could be propelled, 
even granting that the direction was known. Though the vessel was only part-grown, the thought of a tenyear-
old swimmer towing it any distance was hard to accept, not to say utterly ridiculous even granting 
her background. So was the idea of her separating the growing sections, assembling them 
properlyincluding attaching the deck, stepping the mast, and setting sailand sailing. 
Hoani was now, however, firmly determined not to ask; if hewere being tested, he was not going to give 
up without trying. It didnt occur to him that the captain must know him pretty well by now and might be 
doing a little research of her own. 
The rest of that day, and most of the next, were as close to completely idle time as he had experienced 
sinceMalolo had left her home dock. For the first time, Wanaka and Keo left Mike alone on the hull, 
essentially in charge of everything, while they caught up on sleep. The closest to a general instruction he 
received was a Keep your eyes openfrom Keo, not the captain. Hoani had gestured agreement, and 
was left alone with mist, the suns, Kainuis twin planet, and the usual microtsunamis, waterspouts, and 
thunder. He had not even been told what to do about the leaf-strip if another storm were to find them. 
Common sense suggested that it should be reeled in. Or did it? It had drag, Wanaka had mentioned the 
need for them to stay in position with respect to the ocean, and hailshouldnt do much damage to the band 
of tissue. Besides all that, it would probably be impossible to reel it all in between the time the need was 
evident and the arrival of spout or storm. 
Mike thought about it all for a while, smiled suddenly behind his mask, got to his feet with the usual 
difficulty, and began scanning the surrounding sea carefully for one partly grown replica of theMalolo . 
No, not yet a replicaprobably. He couldnt be sure about that, but at least he could watch without asking 
silly questions. 
Some hours passed. Astronomy distracted his attention for a while as the suns disappeared behind 
Kaihapa while in mutual eclipse, but his attention was eventually rewarded. 

Malolojuniorhe wondered fleetingly, whether his suggestion would really be followedhad come quite 
near before he spotted it; he had allowed for its being much less than full size, but had no way to guess at 
its state of assembly. It was hard to see how that could possibly have changed since he had last seen it, 
and he was somewhat relieved to see that it hadnt. 
The growing hulls still floated in contact, on their sides, with the still very small deck sandwiched 
between them. Part of this was catching wind, obviously; the other part, submerged, must be playing the 
part of a keel. Ao was in the water at the near end, apparently pushing the pair of hulls to one side in 
order to alter its heading. They were almost exactly upwind from Mike, but not so nearly up current. The 
man was impressed to see how precisely the ship moved toward him when the child stopped her efforts. 
He watched entranced while it drifted to the end of the hull where he was standing. He almost failed to 
catch the line Ao tossed him, and almost as absently moored the immature vessel while the child, paying 
him no other attention, swam to the cabin, pulled herself out of the sea, and disappeared into the air lock. 
Mike, once more alone, stayed where he was; perhaps he should have called the others when the little ship 
first appeared, but he had simply not thought of it. Reporting Aos return was now obviously 
superfluous, and anyone could see that having no one at all on watch was a bad idea. 
Bad even with an apparently empty ocean, as a microtsunami immediately reminded him. 
No one emerged from the cabin for some time. He spent the interval making sure the little ship was 
secure, and in brooding. He was mystified, and wanted in the worst way to ask questions, but could not 
get rid of the feeling that Wanaka had already provided at least part of an answer; and he was almost 
neurotic about making a fool of himself. Ship and child had arrived safely, which seemed to confirm the 
implication of Wanakas they, but still left unanswered several questions Mike didnt quite want to ask 
because he feared he should know the answers alreadyshe had, after all, been right about the return. 
The most mysterious of all, and incidentally the most reasonable excuse for simply starting to ask 
questions regardless of personal face, was of course:How had Ao found her way back? 
What could the sighting on the suns have had to do with it? There had been no way to get results to the 
child on a planet where the loudest sound of a bullhorn would be drowned out by thunder in a few 
hundred meters, the brightest portable signal light stopped by haze in a kilometer or two, and constant 
lightning and ionized haze made essentially all electromagnetic communication equipment useless. Hoani 
had no confidence in the concept of telepathy, and was quite sure that if it really occurred and the people 
of Kainui had reduced it to engineering practice, either their culture would be very different from what he 
had seen so far or the range of the phenomenon was disappointingly short. 
Best to wait for more orders. One could hope that Wanaka, with the responsibilities of a captain, wouldnt 
merely give him a detail-free command like, Start it growing again, just to see how much Mike had 
figured out for himself. Hecould answer that one with some confidence, of course, since he was quite sure 
the little ship was still growingbut maybe it wasnt! How could he be sure? 

Stop it, Mike Hoani. She cant expect you to knoweverything . 
Or would she? 
With nothing, as far as he knew, left to watch for, Mike immersed himself more and more deeply in his 
brooding. Speculations that centered more and more, as the minutes went by, around that word they. 
And around the natural near-total absence of silicon in a highly acid ocean. And the long-obvious fact that 
the doll contained some sort of data-handling gear. And the fact that a good quiz answer might, after all, 
consist in asking a straightforward question. 
Which, of course, might still make him look silly. 
Equally of course, the principal set of generally silly questions consisted of those not asked. The only 
specific exceptions he could think of at the moment were Are you crazy? and Can I trust you? Maybe 
hed get the first for an answer. It would be nice to be able to show he wasnt, and maybe nicer to have 
someone else appear silly. 
Mike made up his mind at last, and brought his attention back toMalolo s surroundings. He could only 
guess how long he had been musing, but began to wonder why no one had emerged from the cabin. Was 
Ao in real trouble from hunger or possibly oxygen lack? That seemed unlikely. While almost certainly 
concerned about such matters, judging by her haste in getting to the cabin, she had been active and well 
coordinated when she arrived. 
No doubt she was reporting in detail to the captain. Mike would like to have heard the details of that 
report, but had, after all, been ordered to stay on watch. 
So he watched. No ships. No patches of metal-reducing pseudolife, as least any that he could recognize. 
Nothing to run into, presumably;Malolo was essentially motionless with respect to the surrounding water. 
No waterspouts with constant bearing; keeping sure of that took more of his attention, now that he had 
really decided to ask a question, than anything else. 
Occasional spells of doubt about the wisdom of asking that particular question at all, or whether to do it 
inside the cabin or out, or which of the group it would be best to have listening when he asked it, did 
occur; but he held firm to the basic decision and settled the corollary details one by one. 
Outside. With everyone present. With all helmets off, especially the childs; Mike was pretty good now at 
reading expressions around breathing masks, he felt sure. So what were they all doing? When would they 
come out for whatever needed to be done next? 
He had completely forgotten again that the child had probably had little food or sleep for at least a day 
and a half, until he began to feel sleepy himself, and that raised a new if minor question. Just when would 

he be relieved? Should he use the signal bell? Wanaka would never have forgotten such a matter. Never. 
She was, after all, a rated ships master. For some reason, even Mike was unable really to worry about 
such a slip on her part. 
He was, however, very tired and almost hungry enough to nibble on his suits emergency food before 
anyone appeared from the cabin. Then it was only the adults, reasonably enough, so he couldnt ask his 
question right away. 
The little catamaran was inspected thoughtfully, with no comments that Mike could catchit was moored 
now to the cabin, and he was still on the old hull. Then time was spent resetting the submerged sails, with 
both Wanaka and Keokolo in the water. Then another sight was taken, this time by Keo, on the suns and 
on the twin planet, which even without instruments was now visibly lower in the western sky. So much 
for any possibility that the other sighting had somehow been transmitted to Ao. 
Then Mike was dismissed with the unneeded advice to eat, sleep, and check breathing gear while Wanaka 
took over the control lines and Keo began reeling in the leaf. 
Inside the cabin there was nothing surprising. Ao was asleep, not in her hammock as expected but on one 
of the cots. Her back was turned toward anyone in the room, and it was obvious even to Mike that the 
pattern between her shoulders was more complex. Since she was deeply asleep, he decided not to 
congratulate her just yet. Very briefly he considered asking his question of the others anyway, but thought 
better of it. After all, he wanted to checkeveryones reaction, whether or not he got an answer. All he 
could think of now to worry about was whether, with routine pretty well restored, he would have to wait 
for another emergency before everyone would be on deck again. 
He didnt. The half-grown ship called for nonstandard activity, he found almost immediately on being 
roused himself. He was told that itwas still growing, and that the process would cease only when the first 
coat of protective paint was applied. This would have to be done quickly enough so that one hull wouldnt 
outgrow the other too much, though actually this would probably happen to some very slight extent. Even 
though the process was not actually a painting job but merely a planting of very sticky seeds along each 
keel, the growth of the paint was never perfectly uniform. 
This was all interesting, but to Mike the good point was that everyone would be outside the cabin for a lot 
of the time even before the growing was ended. It was less than a day, in fact, before the chance came to 
ask his planned question. 
He was back on the control lines, with Ao beside him still giving occasional advice in Finger. The 
weather was calm enough to allow helmets to be open. The only problem at first was that both captain and 
mate were on the old hull, too distant for a question asked in a normal voice to be audible above the 
thunder, even allowing for the usual effect of the thunder on a normal voice. 
Then for some reason the officers both went to the growing ship, not yet noticeably larger than when Ao 

had brought it back. It was still moored to the cabin, but had been brought between that structure and the 
old hull to render it more accessible, so Wanaka and Keo were only a couple of meters away. 
For just a moment Mikes determination wavered, but he managed to keep control of himself. He got the 
question out. 
Oloa, how did you know which way to tell Ao to steer? 
Only the child looked startled. She glanced at her elders, obviously wanting advice. The captain gave a 
very slight nod. 
Tell him, Oloa. It was Ao who spoke, not Wanaka. 
I have an inertial system, piped the doll. Mikes mind raced. 
Of course, you cant guide us to Muamoko. He made it a statement, not a question. 
Of course. I dont know where it is. 
You couldnt estimate? The doll was silent. 
I dont think she knows that word, said Ao. Im just guessing at it myself. 
Too many variables, anyway, the captain interjected. Mike nodded thoughtfully. 
Silicon? he asked. Wanaka smiled visibly around her mask. 
Yes. Imported. Aos parents are quite wealthy, and are very fond of her. Oloa cost more thanMalolo 
did. They very much want to get Ao back, properly educated, of course. 
Did I get those points just for waiting? Ao asked. 
More for knowing when to stop waiting, and most for the general recovery, was the answer. Youll 
have to wait longer before I can post them all, though. I promise thats the first thing Ill do when we have 
the cabin installed onwhat should we call the new ship? 
Humuhumunukunukuapuaa? suggested the child. 
It wont be very small when it finishes growing, remember. 
Wellit has to be some kind of fish. Thats the rule, since there arent any real ones on Kainui. 

How aboutMataitaliga ? suggested Mike again. He was beginning to get a grasp of some of the more 
abstract customs. The hammerhead shark was a variety whose name might not have survived very well in 
the Kainuian language mixture, and therefore be less an everyday name since Samoan seemed to form a 
rather small fraction of the evolved tongues. 
Kumu, suggested the captain. 
Pilikia, was Keos rather cynical suggestion. 
We have trouble enough, retorted the child and the captain, almost together. 
I know. Sorry. Ill settle for Mikes suggestion. 
Ao approved immediately, perhaps out of courtesy, and the other suggestions were dropped, partly 
because a converging spout and thunderstorm made maneuvering necessary and upset the sea-anchor 
arrangement once more. Ao scurried back toMata with an armful of oxygen canisters to replace the ones 
she had used while away, and lashed them and herself in place. Very seldom does only one thing happen 
at a time. 
But practically nothing hectic occurred for several daysat least, nothing out of the ordinary, though no 
one had reason to be bored, especially when at the sea-anchor controls. 
Mataitaligagrew visibly. The captain checked over the seeds that would provide its protective coatings 
and stop its own growth. She, Keo, Ao, and even Mike held several discussions over the best order for 
applying them, all realizing that any given selection could be wrong. Mike became very fluent in Finger, 
and while no formal declaration about it was yet made, effectively reached the status of able-bodied 
seaman. Even Ao came to trust him at the sea-anchor lines. 
Matas growth would have to be stopped at a rather precise size, in order to install the old cabin properly. 
They were, Wanaka and Keo judged, within two or three weeks of this point when temptation reared its 
head. 
And the captain yielded. 
Wanaka was a highly skilled sailor and a more than competent trader; she had contributed significantly to 
the general wealth of the city of Muamoku in recent years. For reasonable decisions, one needed reliable 
data, and she knew this perfectly well. She became less sure of herself when data seemed less than 
reliable, but usually made decisions anyway, as she did this timequite aware that doing so might be 
expensive or fatal. She knew, in other words, that life was sometimes a gamble, and accepted the fact. She 
also accepted the fact that failure to decide was itself a decision, and therefore a gamble. 

The decision this time was clear enough, considering both the available and unavailable facts. What was 
left ofMalolo drifted into contact with a patch of weedy jelly rather similar to the iron source that had 
given Mike his first experience with Kainuian metal recovery. It was not quite a collision; the mine, or 
fish, whose species no one on board could recognize offhand, was riding the poleward surface current, 
while the ship was holding against this as well as could be managed with the sea anchors. The current 
itself was not very strong, however, by this time. They were much farther south than Wanaka liked; their 
navigation had been far from perfect. 
The pseudoorganism was much larger, apparently, than the iron and copper sources Mike had seen before. 
Like those creatures, this ones body was a huge and gelatinous expanse floating a meter or so below the 
surface of the sea, covered even more completely with the energy-drinking leaves than the iron-fish had 
been. Its total size could not be made out from any one spot. Leaf shape and color were markedly 
different from the others. 
Wanaka didnt consider this at first, however; the immediately meaningful fact was that the sea anchor, or 
at least its control lines, had been trapped in the jelly.Malolo s remaining pieces as well as the 
growingMata had essentially become part of the drifting organism. 
Specifically, they were drifting with it, away from the equator as if they werent already farther than 
anyone wanted. No sun-sighting was needed to know that; Oloa confirmed the fact when asked. The doll 
was being consulted much more frequently now; Mike suspected that he had not been told about its nature 
and uses earlier because he had had no need to know, and might have said something unwise when 
mixing with the crew of another ship. Neither Wanaka nor Keo had confirmed or denied this suspicion 
because, being Mike, he hadnt asked. 
The drift of the organism was not rapid, and would presumably become less so as the low-salinity current 
weakened and grew saltier with changing latitude. They would not, Hoani supposed, be carried too far 
from the latitude where they had met this fish; he guessed they could separate themselves from the thing 
in a day or two at the most, perhaps much less. 
Like Wanaka, he had reached a conclusion with inadequate data. Unlike her, he didnt know it. 
Just how long it would have taken to get untangled from the pseudoorganism he never found out. Wanaka 
issued no orders on the subject. She questioned Keo intensivelyexcessively, Mike feltabout his 
certainty that he had never seen or heard of this particular species of fish. She even asked Ao. She sent 
the mate overboard, and even went herself, to collect leaves and leaf stems and bits of the things tissue, 
and to look for pods of water and metal. She spent time in the cabin consulting a voluminous reference 
work, one of the few items of written material aboard, apparently without result. 
There were plenty of water pods to be found, but no metal. 
And that was the lack of data that guided Wanakas decision. 

Well, Mike thought quietly, itwas her profession. 
We dont need to worry about drifting away from this thing, the captain remarked slowly, after much 
fruitless trying to identify it. Mike, you stay on the ship in case anything does happen. Keo, Ao, and I 
will examine every bit of it we can reach, for however long it may take us, to find out just what besides 
water it gives. For a start, though, you and Keo deploy the leaf; youll have to pull it out, of course, since 
theres no relative current now to drag on it. Ao, check the food; we wont be in motion, and we may 
have to do something about getting new sea water into the growth tanks. 
Mike ventured a question, not seeing how this one could be silly. 
How long do you think well stay with this thing? 
What he could see of her face looked determined. We have no idea yet about how big it is, but were not 
leaving until weve either checked every square meter of it or found out what metal, or metals, it traps. 
Its got to be something really rare, or wed know already. 
It couldnt be something designed just to desalt water? The question popped out before he meant it to, 
but Mike decided that it couldnt be regarded as silly, either. She evidently didnt; she paused before 
answering. 
I doubt it. The drinkable water is usually incidental to reducing metal ions, and I dont see much use in 
building a creatureonly for water and turning it loose at sea. Even for a city, theres usually enough hail 
from storms to keep people in drink and baths. Thats one reason cities dont usually let themselves drift 
too far north or south of the temperate storm belt. I suppose you could think of some excuse for a simple 
desalter, but this one is big enough for a city, it seems to me, and surely wouldnt be floating free. 
Anyway, she admitted frankly, just the possibility of rare metals is enough to keep me right here. Were 
staying til were sure, one way or the other. I hope youre not too bored after the first few weeks. 
Hoani was a little startled at the suggested time, but tried not to show it. He had the sense not to say it, but 
still hoped theyd encounter another ship now and then; his own project could always use more language 
data. 
He wondered how Wanaka and Keo would react to another ships appearing. The captain was clearly 
feeling possessive about this creature, just as the crew they had met earlier had seemed to feel about their 
copper mine. Wanaka had left this to them without argument, presumably as a matter of custom. If this 
creature were as potentially valuable as she seemed to hope, custom might not be enough for othersor 
conceivably, he suddenly thought, for her. He remembered the captains mentioning people with a onesided 
notion of trading. This was a remarkably gentle description of piracy, after all. 
And certainly there would be no question of escaping from anyone onMalolo s remains even if they 
could be disentangled from the jelly. 

Of course, if they were given time,Mata would be grown and assembled, and a new, smooth set of hulls 
might outsail 
No, it wouldnt. Ships didnt grow barnacles on Kainui. 
He wondered briefly whether traveling away from the equator would make any change in their chance of 
meeting other vessels, but couldnt bring himself to ask this question. He should know enough to answer 
it himself. He probably did; but some of the things he thought he knew suggested one answer, and some 
the other. 
Anyway, he told himself, knowing chances didnt mean much. They were only chances. Wanaka certainly 
knew them, and had not, apparently, let them influence her decision. 
Mike did briefly wonder whether the crew might have some sort of weapons no one had mentioned. After 
all, he had been left to solve the Oloa problem pretty much by himself, and weapons would likely be 
another item they wouldnt want him to mention at the wrong moment. On that one, though, he couldnt 
even decide which way even tohope . 
In the meantime, there were other things to do. Fifty meters in from the edge of the unknown patch of 
pseudolife, there was much less effect from the tsunamis and other surface disturbances. He asked the 
captain about the fresh water supply and, with her permission, took advantage of the absence of the crew 
overboard to doff noise armor and enjoy a bath. 
The others had, after all, done the same from time to time. He was pretty sure of this, though he had 
always been in the cabin when it happened. He tried, in his mind, to connect this privacy attitude with 
Earthly Polynesian customs, and wasnt sure hed made any sense of it. 
At least, it gave him something to think about besides the current shortage of language data. 
Matagrew, and grew, and grew. Wanaka ceased examining the whatever-it-was, though the others did not, 
and spent most of her time making measurements. The seeds for the protective coating that would stop the 
growth were ready. Hoani had been told how they were to be used, but didnt expect to be allowed to help 
with the operation. He was right about this, but they did let him watch. 
The seeds were far smaller than the one that had carriedMata s specifications or the one that had 
controlled the division of the iron-fish. In shape and size, they were coinlike disks about Mikes index 
finger joint across, and apparently very sticky, and of four different colorsblack, bright red, pale green, 
and deep yellow. Keo and the captain worked together applying them along the still deck-to-deck hulls, 
about five meters apart, being careful to work from bow to stern and to apply a given pair of seeds at the 
same moment on each side. They made no effort to plant a given color at the same moment; Mike guessed 
that the colors represented different protective coatings, and that it must make no difference in which 

order these were applied. 
The seeds lost their coloring almost at once, and seemed to spread out and become too thin and/or 
transparent to stay visible. Whether they were simply changing shape or taking nutrition from the water 
and actually growing Hoani couldnt judge at first. 
However, the moment the planting was done, captain and mate separated the hulls from the deck 
sandwiched between them, lifted the latter into position, fastened it with obvious haste, and then began 
briskly splashing sea water on the sides of the hulls that had been mostly above the surface. Mike decided 
the stuff must be growing. 
The next step was to work the cabin up onto the new deck and into position, deflate its floats, and fasten 
its numerous quick-disconnects along the hulls. 
Ao had been responsible for the newly grown mast and boom while this had been going on. She had 
lashed them along Matas port hull, but stayed with them just in case. Now all four lifted the mast onto 
the deck, finally got it upright, and stepped and stayed it. 
Mike had supposed that the original sails would be recovered and used, and was wondering how they 
would be retrieved from under the jelly. It turned out, however, that a budlike growth he had not really 
noticed before, about half a cubic meter in volume and now trailing in the water below the deck attached 
to the latter by a meter-long stem, contained a new set. 
Keo examined this object carefully and reported that it was not quite ripe. The intense activity tapered off. 
Water had been resupplied from the mysterious growth. Equipment and supplies that had been crowding 
the cabin were relocated to their former positions on the new deck. The leaf, now in its proper place aft 
of the cabin, was again deployed; there was now room for more charged oxygen cartridges, and at this 
latitude the leaf was getting less effective; the suns werent rising as high in the north. 
Mike Hoani resumed his lonely watch, on a thankfully much more stable deck, and the other three went 
back to their researches with the apparently lonely water pods. 
And the suns made their noontime passages lower and lower across the northern sky. 
VI 
Amplitude 
It was not too surprising, Mike told himself later with all the clarity of hindsight, that it was he who found 
the metal. The background knowledge of the other three had operated against them, though his own lack 
of Kainuian experience had not really helped at first. It was only after two or three baths when, on his own 

responsibility, he decided to replace the water he had used that it happened. The other adults were asleep. 
Leaving Hoani on watch alone had become routine since they had in effect moored the ship to the putative 
metal source, though he was not at the moment alone. Ao was at her masthead. Wanaka pointed out 
afterward that he should not have gone overboard without having someone else on deck who would not 
have had to call for help if he got into trouble in the sea, but under the circumstances was quite gentle 
about it. 
It was Hoanis own slight clumsiness caused partly by his lack of experience and perhaps by a little 
fatigue that caused the discovery. 
The water pods in this pseudoorganism were large, more than three times the volume of those furnished 
by the iron-fish that had provided his first mining experience at sea. He had collected perhaps a dozen of 
them, returning each one by one to the ship, and accepting the help of the child in getting them aboard and 
then into the breakers. Ao had descended to the deck when he went overboard. He was beginning to 
wonder how many more would be needed, so his attention might have been slightly distracted. Also, he 
was getting a little tired. The pods werent very heavy, especially in the local gravity, but the sound armor 
was somewhat clumsy even for the natives. 
In spite of the very low weight he started using both hands to extract and lift each pod from its gelatinous 
receptacle. Since the pods had only one handle, a simple loop of rope-like tissue, his other hand had to 
reach into the space underneath the water-filled sack to support it. 
And there was another, much smaller pod there. Not attached, but there. In thesame pocket as the water. 
How had the others missed it? 
Obvious enough. One handle had been enough for them; they had not felt underneath, and the reddish 
jelly was much less transparent than that of the iron-fish. 
Ao was at the rail waiting. With his helmet sealed and his hands full, there was no way for him to say 
anything; but when she saw the tinyless than ten centimeters longcontainer, the child, who had taken 
her full share of the metal search effort since its beginning, made up for his silence both with her own 
voice and the signal bell. Wanaka and Keo were beside her on the spot in moments, still adjusting face 
masks. 
Mike climbed aboard without attracting, or distracting, their attention, and looked at his discovery over 
Aos head. 
It was little different in shape from the iron, copper, and titanium pods he had seen before. It was soft to 
the touch, so the contents were probably in powder form like the others. The color was black, which 
might have been due either to the fineness of the powder or the composition of the envelope. The captain 
was weighing it thoughtfully in her hands, tossing it from one to the other, but this could hardly be helpful 
in guessing at density; there would certainly be space between the tiny grains, and there was no telling 

from outside what fraction of the whole volume this might represent. 
Wanaka finally looked up from the object and caught Mikes eye. How did you find this? 
He told her. She and the mate exchanged glances, but no words, which were superfluous. She simply 
nodded her head toward the others and gestured to the rail. Both flipped on their helmets and disappeared 
overboard. 
One fear, that they might have been wasting days by not looking under the water pods, was quickly 
dispelled, to be replaced gradually by another. In the first half hour of search, neither the child nor the 
mate found any more metal. 
Wanaka seemed to be on the point of sending Mike into the sea with them, but visibly changed her mind. 
Instead, she ordered him to stand watch and joined the searchers herself. It was she, some fifteen minutes 
later, who found the second pod, under a water sack just as the first had been. 
By sunset, six more had been located. Since no one had tried to keep track of the area covered or of the 
number of water pods checked, there was no reliable way to guess at the amount of metal that might be 
available; it was not even certain whether or not any of the water sources had been counted more than 
once. 
The search was better organized the next morning. Instead of simply groping under each water container 
and leaving it where it was, the finder removed it from its pit. There was no way to take it all aboard, 
since the breakers had been filled the day before, and the thought of setting drinkable water adrift would 
never have occurred to a Kainuian; but since the water itself was fresh, and at this distance from the 
tropical storm belt the surrounding ocean was quite salty enough even at the surface to let the pods float, 
they had a compromise. Two hundred meters of line were used, with a pod attached every two meters, to 
form a ring of water-filled floats; and each new pod thereafter was released inside the ring. By the end of 
the day, some statistics were available: out of twenty-seven hundred water sites investigated, forty-one 
had also contained metal. The next day produced a nearly identical ratio. 
No one yet could guess what the metal might be. 
It was rare, obviously. This did not, unfortunately, mean that it was valuable. While the pseudoorganism 
might have been deliberately designed, in which case the stuffshould be worth keeping, pseudolife was 
little more immune to natural mutations than any other kind. For a little while Wanaka had been thinking, 
or perhaps dreaming, of something like silicon, but this was ruled out very quickly. Even in powder form, 
with presumably nothing but water between the grains, the stuff was much too dense. She thought of 
platinum and its relatives, though these were useful only in small quantities as chemical catalysts on 
Kainui, but the creature now calming the sea around them differed greatly from any of the royal-metal 
trappers to be found either in the reference book or anyones memory. For one thing, having water and 
metal in the same pit seemed to be unique. 

Mining boats simply could not carry large amounts of sophisticated analytical equipment like X ray or 
neutron diffraction cameras or NMR machines. This was a matter of economics, not size. Very rarely a 
skipper with enough capital might decide to specialize, ship one such device and ignore the commonly 
traded materials, but Wanaka had never regarded this as a hopeful technique. 
She also lacked any reliable way to decide how far from the equator she should ride this possible 
Golconda. They were already well south of the latitudes maintained by most cities in this hemisphere. 
Temperatures were dropping, though not yet far enough to affect either safety or comfort. They were 
riding with the current and pretty well shielded by the organism itself, so there seemed no risk of a serious 
collision. The winds were weakening; in a few more degrees of latitude they would be in a belt of calms, 
she knew. This might make it difficult to get back to a city, Keo pointed out. 
The captain shook her head negatively. Therewere cities all over the south temperate zone, though not, of 
course, in the ice floe regions near the poles; and in any case there would be some chance of meeting 
other ships. If the metal were worth trading, of course 
The crudest of testsexposing a small sample of the material to the quite acidic sea watereliminated 
the alkali and alkaline-earth metals at once, and made items like zinc and even tin unlikely; density had 
already ruled out most of the latter anyway. 
Wanaka was becoming irritated. Mike, youre a linguist, arent you? 
If anything, more of a historian, Captain. 
Not a chemist. There was no question mark. 
Well, Captain, I learned what you might call 
Nota chemist. 
No, Captain. I could figure an equilibrium constant if you gave me the electrode potentials involved, 
but 
Would that help with this problem? 
It might, but you 
But I dont have a handbook with the potentials. 
I dont suppose so, Captain. I have no equipment to measure them, either. 

Then wed both have saved breath if youd stopped at No a few sentences ago. 
Yes, Captain. Sorry. 
Imsorry, Mike. Im getting bothered by all this. I know what I should do, but cant make myself do it. 
Im setting a very bad example to Ao, too, and I suppose Im letting you in for more risks than you 
bargained for. 
Mike grinned behind his mask, and gestured quickly, Im not bothered. Theres nothing thats happened 
yet that hasnt been interesting. He was not exactly lying, but tact seldom is. Not exactly. Ill be able to 
write an adventure story as well as a thesis. 
And you havent done anything that was a bad example to me, Ao shrilled, except that time when 
You asked for that, Wanaka cut in firmly, and youve earned back more points than you lost then 
anyway, which was zero. Im not apologizing for anything. Were staying with this creature as long as we 
possibly can, and that could be pretty long, considering the water situation. 
Then wed better keep on collecting this stuff, whatever it is, pointed out Keo, and treat it a little more 
carefully than we have been. The little screen says its not very radioactive if at all, but it could be as 
poisonous as osmium or nickel, say. 
So they collected carefully, without the help of Mike or of Ao, who as a growing child should not be 
exposed to chemical risks if at all possible. She made no objection, and both of them as the days passed 
grew a little casual about marine discipline, especially in the matter of conserving fresh water. 
Storms and waterspouts were becoming a little less frequent as their distance from the equator increased; 
the surface water was saltier as well as cooler, and had a lower vapor pressure. Extremely well-focused 
sound waves should not, of course, be affected by this factor; but Keo, who had made such a point of their 
rarity, began to wonder if they might not be favored by it. Twice in the space of a few days they occurred 
within sight of the ship, once a couple of hundred meters beyond the edge of the metal-maker and once 
actually within it too close for comfort to the ship, tearing a two-square-meter patch of the jelly loose and 
hurling it far into the air. The only one to react visibly was Ao, who looked down at the mate from her 
crows nest in rather critical fashion the second time. 
The stock of metal grew very slowly, of course, but it did grow, and eventually Wanaka developed a new 
worry. Did they now have too much of the stuff to be safe? At Muamokus latitude, if they decided to go 
there, the ocean would be decidedly less salty andMata would float correspondingly lower. Sadly, there 
was no way of calculating correspondingly, since there was no precise measurement ofMata s depthversus-
displacement function on hand. 
And would it be a good idea to bring the material back to the city at all? The captain found herself 

developing a touch of Mikes fear of looking silly, with much better reason for it than he usually had. 
Spending weeks or seasons collecting something completely useless, however excusable by the 
circumstances, would certainly make her colleagues and competitors smile behind their masks, and in a 
city thered be no masks to hide the smiles. 
Maybe it would be better to get away from this creature and simply cruise around, remaining in deepsouth 
latitudes, of course, but not going as far as the ice, or even the calms, hoping to find another ship 
rather than a city, and trade off some of this stuff before going home. 
She could tell, with perfect truth, why itmight be of unheard of value. The opposite possibility would be 
obvious to any competent trader, so there would be no need to mention it aloud, and practically any 
skipper would be willing to take at least some of her stock on chance, she was sure. 
So she finally ordered the loading to stop. Plimsoll marks didnt grow automatically on hulls, and the 
paint certainly provided none; there was no more magic in nanotechnology or pseudobiology than in 
real life. She and Keo spent some time trying to calibrateMata s still unmeasured displacement. Their 
guesses were based mainly on the assumption that it wouldnt differ much fromMalolo s. Memory 
provided some highly imprecise estimates of those. 
It also took a day or so for her really to make up her mind to abandon the vast supply of fresh water now 
floating in its pods beside her ship. She did not actually let it go, finally; she moored it to the remains 
ofMalolo , still anchored to the nameless organism by her sea-anchor equipment. 
She couldnt quite decide whether to hope that someone would find it, or not. She wasted no actual time 
on the question since she had no real faith in the efficacy of hope. 
Mike suspected a little of this, though much less of it came up in conversation. He was mainly going by 
the length of time it was taking the captain to announce decisions. 
She hesitated only once more. Oloa, on request, reported that their latitude was forty-three degrees south, 
which agreed with the rudely measured apparent height of the noonday suns. Wanaka decided to wait 
until it was just forty-five before leaving the scene. She offered no explanation, though even Keo raised 
an eyebrow. Ao showed no reaction; Mike wondered whether she was afraid of losing more points, or 
was genuinely indifferent. He himself would have preferred, by now, to get on with whatever might be 
going to happen next. 
He was therefore somewhere between relieved and delighted when Ao, who was again spending most of 
her time atMata s masthead, called out, City! A hand south of east! 
What they all saw was certainly city-sized, looming indistinctly through a kilometer or so of haze. Even to 
the Earth native, however, and at this distance through the haze, there was something about it that did not 
suggest human design. It was not very dark in color, rather a light gray, with an occasional brief sparkle 

that might have meant fabricated metal. Unusually for him, he expressed the doubt aloud. 
Are you sure, Ao? he asked. Ive only seen Muamoku, I know, and I suppose cities differ from each 
other, but still He doubted this on-the-spot conclusion even as it left his lips. Cities on Kainui all had 
the same environment and faced the same engineering design constraints. They should be pretty similar. 
He did not end his sentence, and closed with Are you sure? again. 
What else could it be? the child responded indignantly. Theres nothing else in the world anywhere 
near that big. 
You mean that high out of water, Keo corrected. 
Of course I do. Metal-fish arebigger , granted the child. Even Mike could feel her effort to make the 
lack of precision seem unimportant. But I couldnt have seen a metal-fish or anythingexcept a city that 
far anyway. 
Of course you couldnt, the captain interjected soothingly, but how about Mikes question? Are you 
really sure thats a city? Were heading within a few degrees of it; keep your eyes bright and let us know 
when you spot anything strange. 
Everyone noticed the when, but only Mike wondered whether the captain, too, thought there was 
something odd in the sighting or whether mere wish might be involved. He felt pretty sure by now that 
Wanaka was in no real hurry to reach a city. She was not actually an indecisive personno one in her 
position could bebut, at the moment, would have been very pleased with any source of data that might 
make decisions less nebulous. 
Dont spend all your time looking at that hump. Check for ships in the neighborhood, she added to Ao 
after a few minutes. Hoani conceded her a point; there had always been scores of full-sized ships and 
smaller vessels busy, and visible if close enough, within a few kilometers of Muamoku. He had seldom 
known just what they were about, but they had been there. Of course,Mata was too far yet to let Ao spot 
such an entourage, but he, too, followed Wanakas order as well as he could from deck level. 
The captains next command, only a few minutes later, fully restored Mikes normal tendency to keep his 
question count low. It was called to the masthead, but not to Ao. 
Oloa! Look as closely as the haze will let you for the next few minutes, and see whether you can figure 
how much of that things motion is due to wind alone. A citys floats wouldnt reach very deep. You 
know what the shallow currents are from this metal-makers drift. Is there any sign that the big thing is 
being influenced by deep currents as well as wind? 
The dolls tiny voice was inaudible over the background noise, of course, but Ao reported that it had 
acknowledged the command and was presumably obeying. 

The object was farther away, and much larger in size, than anyone had guessed at first. One side of its 
water line was now almost onMata s course as she was borne along by the metal source; the other, Keo 
and Wanaka judged as their viewing angle changed and gave them a better idea of its size, must extend at 
least two kilometers to the left of it. It was certainly not following surface currents, though the wind 
should be having some influence on anything that size; its peak seemed three hundred meters or more 
above the sea, though estimation was difficult. As it neared, the general gray tone showing through the 
haze became patchier. The spots reflecting the sparkles of sunlight remained too small to show any 
details, but did grow brighter. 
Hadnt we better get out of this mess so we can maneuver, before its too close? suggested Keo. 
Wanaka shook her head slowly. 
Anyone spotted any boats? she asked, loudly enough to be heard aloft. No one had. Ao, however, 
sawsomething . 
There are floating things. Not boats. Some of them are almost black. Some of them might be ice 
floesbut remember Ive never actually seen one of those. Just pictures. These are sort of humped up out 
of the water, and I thought ice floes were pretty flat. If theyre mostly ice, they must go too deep to get 
over this creature were on; but if theyre shallow-draft enough to float over it, maybe wed better get 
clear. Were not actually aground on it, but it sometimes humps up enough to push on the keels, and itll 
drag on them if were sailing. I can feel that from up here. 
Wanaka took the advice, to the childs delight. Right, Ao. Quarter sail, Keo; if we do hit anything, we 
dont want to hit it hard. Head us to starboard of the big lump. Ao, keep us clear of any small ones. There 
shouldnt be much ice until were farther south, of course, but youre right. Some of those bits could be 
floes, and we certainly dont want to hit the higher stuff. 
A thought struck Hoani, and after a moment he decided it offered an excuse for a question. You said 
something, a long time ago, about people who assembled bergsbig ice massesand rode them into city 
latitudes to sell for water. 
So I did. But this is a hundred times as big as anything of that sort I ever heard of. Besides, all that was 
long ago, early in history. Of course, someone may be playing with some improved technique. That may 
be why it doesnt all look like ice. 
And why I thought it was a city. 
A bigger berg would lose a lot smaller percentage to melting in a given time, Mike remarked. 
So it would. On the other hand, a piece of ice that size would lose most of itself to melting before any 
city could use much of it up. I dont see why anyone would make one that big. Ao, take a look at that 
thing and see if you can spot any people on it. 

Cant,tautai . Theres too much of this smaller stuff floating around us, and I have to watch that. Were 
starting to move, so I wont be able to look out for anything else. Mike has good eyes, though. 
For the first time since reaching adulthood,Mata was moving under her own sail, drifting slowly over the 
jelly, dragging on it sometimes, but finally reaching not very open sea. Nothing, as far as anyone could 
tell, was under her keels but water for nearly three thousand vertical kilometers. 
The huge drifter was less than a kilometer away by now. 
Oloa, do you think its mostly wind or mostly current? Wanaka called to the masthead. The dolls 
owner answered. 
Shes not sure, since she doesnt know how deep it goes, but there must be a good deal of deep current. 
She says to tell you, Three unknowns at least, only one equation. I dont know what she means, but 
those were the words. 
I do. Thanks, shouted Wanaka. 
Mike knew, too, and assumed that Keokolo did. 
Keo, at the tiller, guided them close enough to one of the small floating objects to give everyone a good 
look. For a minute or two they examined it silently. 
It was about three meters across and extended something over half that distance above the surface. If it 
had much vertical symmetry, which seemed doubtful, it must be nearly spherical. There was indeed ice 
covering much of the thing, but under, or inside, that ice was some much darker material. Keo hove to, a 
few meters from whatever it was, without waiting for orders. Its motion was almost entirely current 
controlled, apparently, like their own at this point. 
Shall I take a real look, Captain? asked the mate. 
Wanaka shook her head negatively. Mike, she said slowly, take a safety line and see what you can 
make of it. 
The order made sense. The thing was unfamiliar to the natives; Hoani was as likely as they to make some 
sense out of itperhaps more likely. If he got into trouble, Wanaka and Keokolo were much better 
qualified to help him than he would be to help them. He flipped his helmet forward, latched it, and went 
overboard. Two or three strokes, even with his limitedby Kainui standardsswimming skills, brought 
him against the object. He could not, of course, remove his helmet, but the others were close enough to 
read his fingers. He reported after only a minute or two of examination. 

The light stuff is ice, all right. It should be melting; I suppose it is. It feels a lot colder than the water. 
What there is above the water line is mostly dark stuff glued together by ice, but just below the surface 
and as far down as I can see theres more ice and less of the dark stuff. Its mostly orange and red in color. 
Just a minute. Its either bobbing up and down a lot, or staying put as the waves pass; theres no telling 
which. The others had seen this already, and given up much hope of Mikes being able to make a 
detailed examination, but Wanaka made a brief, encouraging gesture. 
Mike turned back to the floe for a moment, then facedMata again with a golf ball-sized fragment that 
showed no ice coating at all resting on his palm, and held it up for the others to see. Shall I bring this 
aboard, or could it be something that shouldnt touch the hull? 
Bring it. Just dont pound on anything with it, replied the captain. Keo gently pulled Mike back by his 
safety line, allowing him to give full attention to keeping the specimen from striking the hull. Hoani 
reached up, handed it to Wanaka, and climbed aboard. Examination was interrupted briefly by a call from 
the masthead. 
Keo! Maneuver! Theres another one closing in. The mate sprang to the tiller, and started to workMata 
over to a less crowded area. The motions of the floes had a random component; they were high enough to 
be affected by wind, but no two were more than vaguely alike in shape. The captain stopped him almost at 
once. Heave to again. Theres no dodging everything. Look. She gestured around. 
Every two or three meters there floated a dark, apparently ice-free fragment of the red-brown material. 
The hulls had already struck a number of the pieces, apparently with no damage; the impacts had not been 
hard enough to attract attention, though Hoani suspected thered better be another close paint check before 
long. He lay down on the deck, reached overside, and picked up a much larger ice-free piece. This one 
crumbled into almost invisibly small particles in his grip. 
The fragments that fell back into the water sank at once, to his surprise. He thought about this for a 
moment while getting back on his feet. The others had not, apparently, seen; the adults were still 
examining the first specimen, and Ao on her masthead wasnt close enough. 
The captain looked up, first at the mate and then at Hoani. 
Amu, she said firmly, but Ive never seen any just like this. Have you, Keo? 
To Mike, the word was a general Samoan one forcoral , but must, he was sure, carry a different meaning 
here; this ocean was far too acidic for anything made of calcium carbonate, and silica wasnt an option. 
The big pieces float higher than ice, he pointed out vocally. The others looked at him quizzically. He 
lay down once more, reached overboard, and repeated his previous attempt to pick up one of the dark 
floating fragments. The result was the same, including the behavior of the crumbled bits. Wanaka nodded 
thoughtfully. 

Full of air cells whose walls break very easily. I wonder why they last as long as they do? That whole 
piece pulverized under finger pressure, but some of them have hit the hulls time after time without 
collapsing; and that big chunk you took this one fromI dont understand. Does this remind you of 
anything youve seen on Earthor anywhere else? 
Mike had to admit it didnt. 
Air cells would account for the low overall density, he admitted slowly, and the actual cell walls must 
be a lot denser; but why are they so fragile under one treatment but hold together, as theyd pretty well 
have to, under storms, waves, hail, and other ways this world of yours can beat things up? 
Since he had merely restated Wanakas implicit question, he got no answer. 
Ao called their attention to another bit of data. 
Look! The big piece is turning over! 
It was, though not very rapidly. The side towardMata was rising, revealing a new ice-coral mixture. Mike 
wondered briefly whether his removal of a few grams from the near side had upset some remarkably 
delicate equilibrium, but decided as the turning went on that this couldnt be the answer. The lump did not 
stop rolling until it had made something like a third of an overturn. Not an exact half, they all could see, 
though it was now evident that its overall shape was very nearly a sphere. 
The masthead made another report. Theres a little more ice showing in whats just come up. There was 
a brief pause, then, Oloa says we all should see that the ice is denser than the other stuff, and says I 
should be able to tell her why the big lump turned over. I cant, right now. How long do I have before I 
lose points? 
At least an hour after one of us figures it out, Wanaka answered promptly. Then she added, And if that 
takes more than ten minutes, you dont lose any. The dolls voice could just be made out in a momentary 
pause in the thunder, but its words were indistinguishable to Mike. If they carried any meaning to the 
captain, she did not relay it. 
It was evident that there was no use trying to dodge all the flotsam. If it were going to do any damage, it 
had probably already done it. Keo, at the captains orders, got under way again, though very slowly 
indeedthey were still avoiding the larger collections of ice and coral. The city, which it probably 
wasnt, still floated with its near side about half a kilometer away, and a trader would no more forgo a 
closer look than would a scientist. 
The fine bits of coral were everywhere; there was no avoiding them. The larger chunks of ice-coral 
mixture, many up to ten meters across, were no problem. Twice, as they passed close to one of these, it 
turned itself leisurely over; the roughly spherical shape was starting to seem reasonable to the adults, but 

well over Aos allotted hour had passed before any of them actually worked out the cause. As usual, it 
was embarrassingly simple. Keo, for good reason, saw the answer first. 
He was still at the helm, and had been watching a particularly large chunk for many minutes, since their 
course lay quite close to it. It slowly dawned on him, as they neared, that it was not now turning over but 
was, very slowly indeed,rising . There was more of it out of the water than had been the case five or six 
minutes before. Then asMata reached the nearest point to it on her course, the turnover started with 
unusual speed. This time, again, the near side was rising, and without waiting for orders the mate steered 
even closer. Wanaka seemed about to say something, but apparently decided to trust the helmsman. 
He used voice, and his tone held satisfaction. 
I get it. I see what Oloa meant. The ice is denser, and of course the part under water melts faster. The 
body rises, and its center of gravity rises faster because its the part under water thats losing weight. 
When the center of gravity gets higher than the center of buoyancy, it has to turn over. Anyone whos 
ever planned a boat knows that. Since the things arent perfectly round, and probably dont have the same 
density all through, they dont always tip in the same direction or by the same amount. 
The others nodded slowly, and Wanaka called the information up to the masthead. Ao, while long since 
relieved from the worry about losing points, was audibly annoyed at not having worked the answer out for 
herself. She had, after all, been taught the relevant physics, like anyone who would be expected to spend 
her entire adult life between floating cities and boats. 
They had reduced their distance from the city to a few hundred meters when the child restored her own 
self-respect. 
She called a question down from her perch. It was carefully not worded as a warning or even a question, 
of course, but it deflected the thoughts of all three adults onto an interesting line. 
I wonder how often this big thing turns overand which way is next. Wanaka and Keo reacted, but not 
verbally. 
The basic wind was still fairly strong at this latitude, but its direction was inconvenient. Keokolo had to 
tack several times. He also made skillful use of the more or less random gusts around two local storms, in 
a maneuver that Mike thought of as slingshotting; but it was over an hour before they were out of the 
thickest part of the flotsam. Even then, three of the crew felt a little uneasy whenever they looked back at 
the huge drifter; their line of sight was still uncomfortably upward. That was unusual on Kainui. 
Wanaka looked straight back, without any upward component to her line of sight, and a frustrated 
expression showed around her mask. 
Well, it cant be a city, but theres a lot more there than ice. I wonder what it would be worth? 

We could wait until it does roll. Then thered be plenty of time before it happened again, suggested 
Ao. 
VII 
Glissando 
Wanaka did not respond to this suggestion, leaving both Mike and the child wondering whether or not it 
had been silly enough to cost points. 
She also said no more about the forty-five-degree latitude limit. She had managed to scoop up several bits 
of the floating coral without destroying them, and spent hours during the next days asMata was borne 
southward in examining them as closely and thoughtfully as possible. Sometimes she did this alone, 
sometimes she consulted with Keo or even Mike. Ao stayed at the masthead most of her waking time, 
since in a sense they were under way. 
The ships equipment did include a small magnifying lens. This had failed to reveal individual grains of 
the still unknown metal powder, but did make barely visible the separate cells in the coral that apparently 
held air for flotation but which shattered completely all the way through a particular specimen if given 
even a slight excuse. The gas might not, actually, have been air, they all realized; destroying one under 
fresh waterthe captain decided the knowledge might be worth the use of that commodityproduced 
sinking dust motes and rising bubbles, but there was no way to tell what either might consist of. If the 
solid was at all like any coral she or Keo had seen, it was probably some form of the carbohydrate-protein 
copolymer that even Mike understood composed lobster shells at home. All the adults could think of ways 
to measure the density of the dust and become more certain about this, but sadly all the ways needed 
delicate weighing equipment that was not to be had.Mata , like her parent, was a cargo craft rather than a 
research vessel. The seed from which she had grown had plans for a basic ship only, with only basic 
equipment. The seed had not reproduced itself; it had been provided by the original ship-growers as part 
of the original sale, quite expensively as Wanaka had plainly remarked once or twice. Mike, after hearing 
the captain describe the deal, had come to regard the seed as a sort of limited warranty, which had now 
expired. Without actually worrying, he now did feel a little more conscious of the personal risks he had 
casually accepted. 
Another of the huge floating mysteries was sighted in the next few days. Wanaka steeredMata as close as 
even she dared, but that was not enough to let them see any significant difference from the first one. 
Oloa, on request, reported that they were just forty-five degrees from the equator, plus or minus itsor 
her, as Mike was beginning to thinkcurrent accumulated three-minute uncertainty, but Wanaka said 
nothing more about working back to city latitudes. Keo asked no questions, and Mike of course 
followedor possibly had furnishedthis example. Ao, he had decided, really didnt care in the least 
where they went or how long they took, as long as she could earn an occasional few points toward 
adulthood. She was not exactly kept at the masthead by orders, but knew it was the most likely place to 

spot something useful. She would descend to eat, sleep, and salvage hailstones for the water breakers, or 
to sweep the deck clear of them if these were full, but that was about all. Her conversational needs seemed 
to be satisfied by the doll. 
Kaihapa, the twin world, was now almost at the western horizon. Kainuis low haze made the other 
planets equatorial cloud beltit matched climate zones closely with its slightly larger sisteralmost 
indistinguishable; the crew now had to look through too much of their own worlds atmosphere. Its polar 
regions, where, as on Kainui, floe ice accumulated and raised the local albedo, were also hard but not 
impossible to distinguish. The apparent location of these features gave a very rough confirmation ofMata 
s latitude, of course, but Oloa was much more reliable. Now that Mike had learned the dolls nature and 
purpose, itshewas frequently consulted. 
Days later still, and well south of latitude minus forty-five, there appeared yet another of the big 
mysteries. This one, however, did not rise nearly as high above the sea or appear nearly so spherical as the 
earlier ones, and Ao reported it as something big rather than a city. Wanaka, staring unblinkingly at it, 
shiftedMata s heading to an almost straight-in approach. Mike was not alone in imagining a firm-set 
expression on the hidden mouth. None of them needed imagination to see that this thing was far lighter in 
color than the others and had many more of the bright, sparkling points that had proven in the others to be 
ice. 
The general opinion, voiced by Keo, was that this was actually much like the others but had recently 
completed a turnover. Approaching it should be relatively safe. 
No one wondered seriously why, if it had just turned over as a result of its formerly submerged ices 
melting, it should now be lighter in color than the earlier ones. Mike, without the benefit of anyone elses 
opinion, guessed privately that since they were farther from the equator there might have been more ice in 
the mixture to start with. 
The captain again ordered the doll to calculate as best it could how far into the deep currents this one 
reached. She got the same nonanswer as before, more quickly this time. The currents were only known 
very loosely, as calculated from their latitude and generally accepted circulation theory; the depth the 
object might draw was completely unguessable. 
By this time even Ao knew about simultaneous equations. She had proved it with a navigation 
solutiondone in her head, to Hoanis astonishment but no one elses, apparentlyand now boasted 
several more points on her suit and displayed correspondingly higher morale. She had admitted to him 
once, when the others were out of hearing, that she hoped sometime to be the youngest shipmaster in 
history. Mike had, of course, no idea how much farther she had to go along this course, and the child 
herself was not very specific on the point. He couldnt help wonder just how clear she was herself about 
it. By his standards she was a ten-year-old, with a ten-year-olds vague ideas about adulthood; but her 
education had certainly followed a different course from that of his own childhood back on Earth. He 
couldnt guess what and how much she still had to learn. 

No one was greatly worried about overturn risks as they approached the floating object, which was now 
looking less and less like a city and more and more like a very dirty and wave-worn iceberg. In spite of 
this change, Wanaka had again ordered Ao to keep alert for signs of people and water craft. Everyone 
else did the same from deck level without orders. 
And without success. 
There was far less flotsam this time as they approached under greatly reduced sailKeo and Mike were 
kept busy trimming, following the captains orders from her own station at the tiller. These were 
sometimes vocal and sometimes in Finger, as the thunder far overhead varied in volume. It was no 
accident that symbols in that language that had to do with ship handling could always be managed by 
oneeitherhand. What small floating objects there were seemed to consist, to everyones surprise, of 
nearly pure ice. There was coral in occasional pieces of this, but it was lighter in color, much closer to 
yellow than the dark red they had seen earlier, and surprisingly regular in size and shape. It was much less 
fragile, too; at Wanakas order, Mike gathered several specimens and had no trouble this time with their 
breaking up. 
Keo had been watching very carefully on his own initiative for what he had seen earlierany signs that 
this big mass might be rising, however slowly; but they hove to only a few dozen meters from the huge 
but apparently uninhabited object with no reason other than recent memory to make them worry. 
Keo, the water is very shallow; the ice goes out a lot farther from the water line than we are. Toss two 
grapnels. Bow and stern. The mate complied without comment. Wanaka gestured Ao down to the deck, 
without bothering to look up herself. All remained silent for some minutes, examining every detail close 
enough to be seen clearly through the haze. Mike, still much more conscious of each thunderclap than any 
native, focused his own attention on items that looked less stable than most, wondering what effect the 
heavy sound waves might have on them. There were actually very few such features; he felt pretty sure 
that, however stable the whole mass might be, the lower parts they could now see had spent some time 
close enough to the water line to have experienced wave action. Most irregularities seemed rounded. 
The few exceptions even he could explain. They were far up, almost too high for details to show, but they 
were possible pits and certainly fragments and shatter marks that might have been left by explosions. 
This did not have to indicate habitation, recent or otherwise; as far as he had heard, chemical explosives 
were not used on Kainui. He had certainly never heard a word recognizably close to that meaning in any 
locally spoken language, and couldnt offhand think of any use for such material herethough that, he 
realized, was not a reliable guide. There would always be lots he didnt know about the Kainui people. 
The explosions could be natural, though. The lowest few hundred meters of Kainuis atmosphere was 
much too good a conductor to allow electrical charge to build up locally; all the lightning was higher, 
ordinarily cloud-to-cloud. Aos normal duty station was perfectly safe. The organically grown cities, 
however, had to be grounded to salt water; that, he knew, was one of the principal uses of copper on the 

planet. The grounds didnt last very long; they corroded, melted, or otherwise succumbed to 
electrochemical action. 
This city-sized object seemed to extend quite far enough above sea level to be vulnerable to lightning, and 
lightning striking a surface composed largely of ice would certainly experience explosions. Mike began 
looking for items that might represent scattered fragments on the lower, presumably wave-smoothed 
areas. 
He said nothing, as usual, hoping that one of the others might make a remark that would tell him how far 
his planetary ignorance was misguiding him. 
The captain eventually spoke, but not very helpfully. 
Mike, Ive heard that ice is more slippery than a wet deck, even on slopes. Do you have any experience 
with it? 
Yes. Lots. You get it on Aotearoas South Island, which has many high mountains. Im a good he 
paused, and had to spend a minute or two getting the basics of skiing and the meaning of mountain and 
the differences between snow and ice across to his listeners. Wanaka finally nodded. 
Will it be hard or dangerous to walk or climb on this thing, then? 
Quite likely. If there are enough small chips of the coral mixed in as there seemed to be in the others it 
may be safe enough, but all weve seen here are pretty big. I suggest you let me try it first. If I do slip, at 
least I wont be taken by surprise. 
Neither will I, interjected Ao. Ive slipped on deck lots of times. 
On a deck with lots of grab lines, and which is rocking so that downhill turns to uphill before youve 
gone very far. Do you think youd be safe on one that kept you going downhill for thirty of forty ship 
lengths, interrupted here and there by a piece of coral big enough and sharp enough and hard enough, if 
the ones weve been picking up here are any indication, to rip off half your armor as you went 
bytoward the water? 
The child seemed unconvinced, but the captain wasnt. 
How safe willyou be? she asked Hoani. He shrugged, though his noise armor concealed the gesture 
pretty well. 
Not perfectly, of course. Who expects to be? At home, Id carry a small pointed axe, or even two, to get 
a grip if I did start to slide, and I might have metal points strapped to my feet to forestall it. We dont have 
anything like that on board, though I suppose those people you mentioned who tried to build and sell 

icebergs probably did. But look at the shape of these bits of coral; theyre fair-sized cylinders with 
pointed ends. Spikes, of a sort. I could use them pretty well as ice axes, though it would be nicer if they 
had real handles. I suggest I go ashore on the flattest place we can find, and look for some more; I want to 
find out why the ones weve been finding near this ice are all so uniform. Im getting an idea about that. 
He paused, not for breath since he was using Finger, but to his relief Wanaka didnt ask for details. If my 
suit gets a few cuts and scratches, theyll heal, after all. 
The captain hesitated. Both Mike and Keo could practically read her mind, though neither could guess 
which tack shed take. 
All right, she said at last rather slowly. Hook on a safety line, though. Youre not going to climb far. 
Keo, hold the other end, but give him plenty of slack. If you pull him off his feet youll make at least two 
enemies. 
Three, said Ao. 
If I go off my feet, the chances are it wont be Keos fault, Mike pointed out. But do give me lots of 
slack. Even if I do slip therell be no need to haul in until I reach the water, if I havent stopped myself 
sooner, and not much then unless Ive been knocked out. 
You mean youre going to keep your helmet open? asked Ao in tones suggesting shock. 
Mike paused. I was. I hadnt thought of that. Thanks. The work would be a lot easier with it open, but Id 
just as soon live through it, and getting it closed while Im sliding downhill could be awkward. It would 
certainly get in the way of trying to stop the slide. 
Aos own reflexes in such a situation would have been wholly concerned with her helmet, so this 
sentence also startled her; but she said nothing. Having caught an adult in one error was enough for a few 
days. The second one, after all, might have some sense behind it; she herself had never slid downhill, 
since Muamoku used railed stairs rather than ramps between levels, and could only guess what it might 
feel like. The remark about tearing armor also deserved some thinking, even if armor did eventually heal 
itself.Eventually did not meaninstantly . 
Wanaka would have been very happy to read the childs mind just then. It seemed as though the loss of 
points she had taken so indignantly so many weeks before had indeed been good for her. 
Mike was able to give an immediate demonstration of the problems of climbing a slippery slope. He 
couldnt even get out of the sea until he had found, after some search and extracted after some effort from 
the submerged ice near the shoreline, two pieces of imbedded coral, each about twice the volume of a fist, 
in the ice just below the water line. Conveniently and, to everyone involved most interestingly, they were 
almost exactly the same shape as those picked up floating in the last few minutes and that were still on 
boardrods small enough in diameter to be held in a gloved hand, and sharp and hard enough to be 

usable as crude ice axes. With these Hoani dragged himself away from the waters edge and a short 
distance farther, to where the slope became almost level over a few square meters. There he succeeded 
without too much trouble in rising to his feet. 
To the captains unexpressed impatience, he examined his surroundings for several minutes before 
reporting any details. When he finally began to talk, stowing his pieces of coral in two of the tool loops in 
his noise armor to free his hands, he raised more questions than he answered. 
The ice I can see through, this flat part, is full of coral just like my pieces. Same size, same shape. They 
average half a meter to a meter apart, theyre all lying horizontally and, within a few degrees, parallel to 
each other. My first thought is that wed better look around for people. 
Mine is that this thing has been grown, Wanaka answered. Mike was relieved; this was the suspicion he 
had been hoping not to have to voice. Are any of the rods really close beneath the surface youre 
standing on? 
Yes. A dozen or more have less than a centimeter of ice over them. 
Then get down as close to one or two of them as you can. Look for detailsaround them, especially 
threads connecting any of them to their neighbors. And look over the ones you have at your belt for 
anything similar. Ao, hook on to a safety lineIll hold itand swim over there. Dont try to climb out 
of the water, but look for more of those things where its shallow. They should be as near to the surface of 
the ice as possible. I want to melt some of them out without breakinganything . 
How would we do that? asked Hoani, who had kept his eyes on the captains fingers rather than 
immediately following her orders. She had looked back at him as Ao had leaped for a length of cord, and 
saw the question. 
Ill show you when we do it. Do your own job now. 
This was as near as the captain had yet come to addressing him as tersely and impersonally as an ordinary 
crew member; Mike felt more pleased than embarrassed. The embarrassment would no doubt come later, 
when he was shown or told about the melting technique and realized he should have guessed it for 
himself. The effort to guess took some of his attention from his work, but fortunately Wanaka couldnt 
see this. He hoped the child would not find a spicule, if that were an appropriate word for the things, too 
quickly; the longer she took, the better his chances of 
His safety line jerked twice. He looked toward the ship. Keo stopped pulling the line, and Wanaka shifted 
to Finger. 
Aos found one of them just starting to float. I suppose theyre melting out all the time. Thereshe has 
another. You neednt spend time on the ones still under ice, at least for a while. Try climbing some 

moreno, come back here. Keo would have to keep an eye on you, and I want everyone to look these 
things over. Even you. You have no experience with anything like it, I suppose, but that could turn out to 
be useful. 
Mike obeyed, closing his helmet again and allowing himself to slide the few meters to the waters edge. 
By the time he was standing onMata s deck, Ao was there, too, holding the objects she had picked up in 
each hand. The captain addressed her vocally. 
Keo and I will hold them. Take the lens and look for any trace you can find of anything even slightly like 
fine hair or any other fiber. Remember what Mike said and what you saw; these things are lined up with 
each other in the ice. I want to know whether theyreconnected with each other in any way. 
I didnt think of that, Ao replied. If they were, I probably broke the fibers when I brought them over. 
Maybe, but you said theyd started to float. Dont worry about it. If you did, theyre probably sticking to 
the sides of the pieces, since everything there is wet. Mike may have to go back over there to study the 
ones still in the ice, but well try this way first. 
May I go with him this time? 
Maybe. If you do see anything here, Ill want you to look for the same thing still in the ice. If you dont, 
maybe Ill want you to look anyway. 
Mike silently admired the captains technique, but concerned himself more with what details he could see 
on the spicule the child wasnt examining. He could spot nothing remarkable without the lens, other than 
a vague pattern that might have been scales or shingles on the main body of the cylinder. Even the lens, 
when his turn came to use it, showed him nothing more. There seemed little doubt that the captain was 
right about the objects being some form of pseudolife, but there was no sign of material connection at 
least between these two specimens. It was back to the main berg. 
Ao accompanied Hoani. So did Keokolo. Safety lines connected themAo and Keo to Mike, the 
heaviestbut not to the ship, where Wanaka remained. The three reached the nearly level area that Mike 
had examined earlier and took turns applying the lens to the rods of coral that were close enough to the ice 
surface to be inside its focus. None could see anything running from any one of them to another; either 
the connections, if they existed at all, were too fine to be seen, or were of some more subtle type. All of 
them, including Ao, were familiar enough with pseudobiology to know the possibility of solute gradients 
around one organ controlling the growth and even the orientation of the next. They finally reported their 
lack of success, and even the obvious conclusions, to the captain, and without consulting either her or 
each other began to climb. Mike used the spicules he had collected earlier as ice axes. Keo and the child 
imitated him with ones they had picked up from the sea before climbing aboard the berg. 
Ao went first, again without any discussion. It was obviously safer for the far heavier men to be in a 

position to stop her if she slipped, though this may not have been her main reason for displaying her 
superior agility. 
They had estimated the height of the object very roughly as four hundred meters. As they climbed, Mike 
felt more and more certain that it was a good deal less; the viewpoint from below had been deceptive. 
Unless, of course, it was the viewpoint from above. 
There was no way to determine yet the objects horizontal dimensions since they had seen it from only 
one direction, though all of them held a vague mental image that assumed it to be roughly circular and 
therefore, from the visible curvature, something like a kilometer across. 
It quickly appeared that Ao might be hoping to settle this point by reaching the top as quickly as 
possible. Somehow she was managing to keep her feet and practically run. However, the length of her 
safety line to Mike soon restrained her. 
He sympathized but continued to crawl as before, using his coral tools carefully. He glanced back at the 
ship from time to time, but they were already out of reach of Finger communication or, except for 
occasional brief moments, voice. Thunder remained as usual. 
So, it suddenly occurred to Mike, did lightning. Four hundred meters up might be within that danger zone; 
perhaps getting to the top wouldnt be such a good idea. After waiting a short time in the hope that the 
other would mention it first, he finally suggested this to Keo, who agreed at once. Hoani was never sure 
whether the point had simply not occurred to the mate or whether he, too, had been waiting for his 
companion to speak. 
Of course, both of them had had much of their attention on travel-and-traction problems. On Earth, 
something like lightning calls for thought or attention at specifictimes ; on Kainui, its at all times when 
far enough above the sea. Very seldom during a voyage does one get that far above sea level, and 
traveling up an ice slope tends to focus the climbers attention on other matters. 
Focus it too hard, apparently. When the men stopped and looked up to see how far above them Ao might 
be, the child was not in sight. 
They werent worried at first. It was not the first time; the surface was very irregular, much less rounded 
than Mike had thought from below, and occasional humps and hollows had repeatedly put one or another 
of them out of the others line of direct vision. EvenMata could not always be seen. However, the safety 
line still led upward, and a very gentle tug on it presumably caught Aos attention; it was returned at 
once. 
Perhaps it had not been quite gentle enough, however, though the possibility was not at once evident to 
either man. As well as attracting her notice, it might also have overloaded the girls already feeble friction 

connection with the ice. For whatever reason, she began to slip toward them. 
It was two or three seconds before this became evident below, and then not as a result of sight. Mike felt 
the safety line slacken and took it up gently so as to maintain communication; but almost at once he 
realized that gently wasnt working. 
Shes falling! Get ready to stop her as she goes by! he bellowed as loudly as he could. Keo heard him, 
locked himself in position with one point, and held the other ready to stab into the ice and pull him in 
whatever direction might be needed. His own location at the moment was on a fairly level stretch at the 
foot of a steeper-than-usual slope;maybe the little one would appear directly above him, but he was as 
ready as possible to shift either way. Mike, on a slightly steeper area ahead and to one side, was in a 
poorer position for this, but did his best while also trying to get the slack out of the childs safety line. He 
didnt dare pull too hard; it might interfere with any efforts she might be making to stop herself. Just how 
fast was the poor kid coming, anyway? Would it be possible for either of the men, or both together, to 
stop her? Or would all three end up whirling helplessly into the sea? 
Keo, Mike noticed, had already seized a moment to flip his helmet shut. Should he do the same? No. 
Stopping Ao was more important; when they all were going down together thered be plenty of time for 
helmets. The sea was now several hundred meters away. He lacked Kainui reflexes, and was just as glad 
of it. 
He felt tension on his rope and eased his pull. Then he stopped pulling altogether; the slack had 
disappeared. Shed stopped herself. 
Or had been stopped by something. 
Keo! Shes stopped coming! Wed better get up this slope and find out why! The mate flipped his 
helmet back to answer vocally. 
Hoping all the time she sticks her head over the edge and tells us. 
Shes been stopped for whole seconds. Dont wait for that! 
Keo nodded, and the two resumed clawing their way upward. Mike, by far the heavier, began to fall 
behind. Then the mates grip failed at an especially steep point, and he slid back almost to Hoanis level 
before getting his coral spikes to hold again. This happened twice more before they reached the edge of 
the shelf or bulge or whatever it was that was blocking their upward view; even on ice, lower weight gives 
poorer traction when the local temperature is close to freezing. 
Or does it? Should it? Mikes mind started to wander slightly in spite of the situation, though not badly 
enough to interfere with his climbing, and was pulled back to reality only when he could see where Aos 
rope was leading. The men came almost at the same moment to the top of the slope, and found themselves 

looking slightly downward onto an almost white, nearly circular level area some ten meters across. A 
little beyond the center from where they were looking, Ao was getting to her feet. Her noise armor 
appeared intact, and the child herself unhurt. 
She saw them the moment their heads appeared and spoke in Fingerthe thunder was too much at the 
moment for even the half-dozen meters separating them. 
Sorry if I scared you. I slipped up thereshe gestured up the slope, which resumed even more steeply 
on the far side of the circleand couldnt stop til I hit this level. It looks funny, doesnt it? Like a lot of 
hailstones piled up on the deck before I could clear them off. 
Mike decided that if she could ignore what had just happened, he might as well do the same. He had 
intended to apologize for pulling her off her feet with the safety line, but of course he couldnt be sure that 
was what had actually occurred. The coincidence of pull and fallcould have been just that, after all; he 
hadnt been able to see her. 
Also, her remark about the surface she was standing on seemed to deserve attention. The men pulled 
themselves over the low rim that surrounded the nearer half of the level area, but didnt bother to stand 
up; they could examine the surface better from a near-prone position. 
Ao was perfectly right. They were lying on what seemed to be packed hailstones varying from pea to 
golf-ball size, though only Mike made that comparison, of course. He thought rapidly, for him. 
Hailstones.Circular area.Level area. Too-low-for-lightning areathat was a problem. No, it wasnt. Hed 
merely been wrong about the things rising. 
Most uncharacteristically, he spoke his idea aloud. Perhaps, he thought later, it was because the captain 
wasnt in hearing, and of course itwas something Kainuians might reasonably not know about. 
More water we dont need to worry about, he remarked rather illogically. Youre right, Ao. This is 
hail. 
But why so level, and just here, and in a circle? The question came from Keo, Hoani was glad to note. 
Its collected in a lightning crater, Id say. Explosion pits tend to be circular, and when lightning hits ice 
you get an explosion 
Then wed better get back downhill! exclaimed Keo. I didnt think we were high enough for lightning! 
Hurry, Ao. You go first, and keep your safety line taut! 
You may be right, and I suppose we should play it safe, countered Mike, but I dont think so. Its been 
a pretty long time since this crater formed 

If it really is a crater, cut in Ao. We can only see the top, and dont know how deep it is, or was. 
Mike was nonplussed for a moment, then started to talk again, not quite so rapidly. 
Its nearly a perfect circle, as I said, he pointed out. Can you think of any other reason that would be? 
Anyway, if it is a lightning pit it was formed long enough ago to fill with hail, and I think this berg was 
probably higher then. Quite a lot higher. You yourself, Keo, were pretty sure were still below lightningrisk 
height. Were certainly not a hundred meters above sea level yet. 
The mate thought for perhaps half a minute. Mike suspected that Keo, like himself, was wondering less 
about what the captain would do if she were there than what she would say laterwhatever they actually 
did now. Mike himself was simply not constituted by habit to regard lightning as a major hazard, though 
his mind told him this was rather silly in the present circumstances. 
Ao, content with the fact that the decision wasnt up to her, was examining the edge of the supposed hail 
deposit. The ice over which the men had climbed was clear enough to see into for half a meter or more, 
and she was wondering whether there were coral spicules in it this high up. It took her only a few seconds 
to find them, and virtually no time thereafter to see something else. 
Keo! Mike! Look here! There are lots of the coral things up here, too, but theyre not all lying flat. 
Theyre all jumbled around. Look! 
They looked. Ao had spoken after looking at perhaps a meter of the circles circumference; her elders 
were silent until they had checked over half the circle, uphill as well as downhill portions. The child 
seemed to be right, howeverperhaps unfortunately, it occurred to Mike. He decided not to report her 
somewhat hasty leap to a conclusion if he could help it; Wanaka might well decide that a deduction of 
points was in order, and Ao had actually been a little more guilty of unreasonable haste than had Mike 
himself. 
To reinforce this determination by making himself guiltier, he spoke again. 
Ill bet those spicules were as flat and organized originally as the ones down below. They got knocked 
around by the blast that formed the crater, wouldnt you say? 
Keo shrugged, a gesture much more visible through his noise armor than through Mikes. 
Maybe. But arent the spikes pretty regular for explosion debris, though? Theyre mostly pointing 
toward the center of the circle. But that doesnt matter right now. Were going down to report. Ao, I have 
another line. Take the end of it so we can both hold you back if we have to, and lead the way. 
The child fell twice during the descent, clearly not from injudicious rope tugging by either man, which 
made Mike feel better about her original fall. Mike himself slipped once, fortunately on a fairly shallow 

slope so that Keo was able to stop him with little difficulty, and in half an hour or so the three were back 
aboardMata . 
Mike had been a little worried, but Wanaka said nothing about their having climbed out of sight. She had, 
after all, issued no orders on that point. She simply listened to the accounts of all three of the 
investigators. Mike did feel a little of his usual self-consciousness when he had to describe his own 
theories, but not very much; he was fairly confident in them by this time. 
His old uneasiness did not return in full strength until he had finished, and the captain asked a question. 
VIII 
Orchestration 
Im not quite sure whether all this theorizing depends on whether the berg, or whatever it is, is rising or 
sinking. Can you straighten me out, Mike? SomeoneHoani was grateful that no names were 
mentionedsuggested a while ago that it must be rising because a lot of the lower slopes seemed to 
have been smoothed by wave action. Then I hear that the top used to be up in the lightning region and is 
now lower. 
Mike hesitated, all his old uncertainties back in full force. Certainly the berg was both rising and falling 
over a period of a few minutes, unless it was merely the water falling and rising; but over a long term 
there was no way yet to be sure. Before he could think of any sensible answer he was rescued by what he 
regarded as the second least likely source. 
It could have been a lot bigger before, and turned over more than once like the others, suggested Ao. 
Did the others show any signs of being grown by people, like this one? asked the captain. 
Not that I saw, unless their coral countsI know it was all irregular on the othersbut does that mean 
they werent? Mikes impression of the childs intelligence was rising with each word, though he had 
never regarded her as stupid. Wanaka showed no change of expression, but her next question was directed 
to Keo. 
Youve been trying to tell whether this one is rising or sinking. I havent seen enough change myself to 
mean anything, but I havent been as careful as you. Has there been any motion you could distinguish 
from ordinary wave motion or float oscillation? 
No. Not yet. We havent been here very long, though. I dont see that its important; the things certainly 
not going to roll over on us anytime soon. 

Its important just the same. Well take someshe hesitated for just a momentwater pods, and set 
them just at the edge of this thing, a hundred meters or so apart, all the way around it. We can probably 
get them back, since they float, and if we dont, you say theres plenty of hail up in that crater. Well learn 
the size and shape of this thing, too, while we do that. Mike and Ao, start collecting coral spikes; we can 
drive them into the ice at the waters edge to hold the pods. Give each one a couple of meters of mooring 
line; there has to be some change of height because of waves, and we dont want the floats washed away. 
The anchor spikes will be the real reference, of course, and the pods will make them readily visible. Get to 
it. Keo, to the sails, dead slow. Ill take the helm. 
Mike was not quite as certain as Keo about the stability of the berg, but didnt argue. With the child, he 
started collecting coral spicules. 
The project took more than two days. It proved quicker to let swimmers do most of the work; 
maneuvering the ship next to the ice was extremely tricky, neither waves nor wind nor bobbing ice, if that 
were actually involved, being very cooperative. The berg proved not to be quite circular, and they didnt 
measure the hundred-meter separation of the marks very carefully since no one thought that data 
important. Its circumference seemed to be about seven kilometers. 
When they got back to their starting point there was no sign that the first marker had either risen or fallen 
significantly. The bergs water line was not, of course, perfectly definable since the sea was never smooth, 
but all agreed that no certain change could be seen. 
So far. Aos morale was now very high, and she still hoped for points. The captain simply nodded. 
Mike took a chance. 
If its melting at all rapidly, and it does seem to be shedding those spicules all the time, and theyre less 
dense than water, the whole thing ought to sink a little, rather than rise and tip over, he remarked. 
How about if theyre less dense than water but denser than ice? countered Ao. Mike started to answer, 
hesitated, and lost his chance to answer as Wanaka spoke. 
Depending on how fast its losing ice as well as coral below. We dont know how far down the thing 
goes into saltier water, only that its deep enough to have been carried north by deep currents. Right, 
Oloa? 
No, Captain. In the last two days its northward drift has slowed and stopped. It is now drifting back to 
the south at about half a meter a second. Wanakas eyebrows rose. 
And theres no way to tell whether its the current thats changed or the depth of the ice and coral, Ao 
added at once. Two unknowns, one datum. 
Or both, added Mike. 

And its certainly much too deep for us to find out by diving, Keo put in. 
So we keep sailing around it until the water line changes, Wanaka stated firmly. 
And if it doesnt, when do we try something else? asked the mate. 
Wanakas rather grim smile could just be made out behind her mask. Until we get a better idea, she 
gestured. All hands, start thinking. 
Mikes courage again rose far enough. 
Shouldnt one or two of us get back ashore and study the structure more carefully while we wait? 
If we keep circling, those ashore wont always be in sight from the ship, returned the captain. Still 
She thought for several seconds. Then, Well, if two of you are roped together and you stay well away 
from the edge, nothing too serious should happen. 
Mike and me, cried Ao at once. Wanaka shook her head negatively. If Mike falls, you wont be much 
good on the other end of the rope. Sorry. Youve been growing up nicely and were proud of you, but not 
that way. The shore party will have to be both adults, and I cant very well leaveMata . That pretty well 
narrows it down. 
Ao made one more try. Keos too light to handle Mike, too. It might as well be Wanaka shook her 
head again. 
Youre right in a way, but Keos a lot heavier and stronger than you are, dear. Youre thinking yes or no 
rather than how much. Im afraid its still no, but no one blames you for trying. Also, it looks as though I 
am going to need Oloa here. The child shrugged and gave up. Mike was tempted to support her request; 
she would certainly be able to reach places neither he nor Keo could manage. However, the two of them 
should be able to mark such places and have the lightweight examine them later. 
Armor consumables were checked, safety lines examined and attached,Mata stood in as close to the ice as 
her crew dared, and the men plunged into the sea. They had to swim a hundred meters or more to the right 
before being able to get ashore; being generally wave-worn didnt make the rim slope uniform. They 
picked up a pair of spicules each and dragged themselves out of reach of the waves, made sure of the line 
connecting their suits, waved to the ship, and started away from the sea.Mata was hove to; the captain felt 
no particular hurry about the next circumnavigation, both men assumed. 
The climbing at this point was much more difficult. The ice slope was shallower, smoother, and 
generallywet . Waves traveled fifty meters or more up the slope from where they broke. They found it 
better to crawl most of the time, hitching along by digging a coral spike into the ice ahead of them and 

pulling themselves toward it. They were over two hundred meters from the sea before reaching humps of 
any size, and were still scarcely ten meters aboveMata s deck. 
It was easier to go around the humps than over them, however, and this quickly put the men out of sight 
from below. Ao quickly climbed to her masthead station and was in sight for a few more minutes; but 
finally, after a farewell wave from both parties and a loud-as-possible yell from Mike, all contact was lost. 
Wanaka, they knew, would not be considering them for the moment; a waterspout was bearing down on 
the area where the ship had last been visible, as though ordinary noises werent interference enough. 
Thunder remained at standard background level; they were still far below lightning risk as far as either 
could judge, though the sky flickered as usual. 
The general ice slope was getting steeper now, and its imbedded coral spicules regular enough in 
arrangement to be helpful in travel; in many areas they were projecting slightly above the ice itself. At the 
steepest places they would almost have formed steps if they had been closer together. It was quite 
possible to walk most of the time, even for Keo. 
All travel was suspended for some minutes when the waterspout actually tried to climb onto the iceboth 
men looked uneasily for fragments ofMata and died from lack of feed. The column collapsed over 
some hundreds of square meters of the bergs area and washed both men some distance back toward the 
sea. They were relieved by catching a glimpse of the still floating ship by managing to stop themselves 
well short of the ocean, and for Mike because the captain was not close enough to comment on a possible 
reason, other than rising, why the lower parts of the berg had been smoothed as though by wave action. 
Distance was too great to tell whether they had been seen from aboard, and it seemed to both the climbers 
that the best thing to do just now was to continue their exploration. It seemed unlikely that Wanaka would 
have ordered them back even if they had been in touch; falls had been foreseen and the safety lineshad 
worked, after all. 
A little farther up the general slope they discovered a few hailstones in the occasional hollows. They 
wondered why these had not been visible lower down or during the earlier climb, decided that 
waterspouts were a plausible answer, that more extreme rise and fall of iceberg or ocean wave might be 
another, and that the rain that normally accompanied the hail in thunderstorms might well be a third; and 
Mike filed yet another possible reason for the smoothed-out lower slopes of the berg. 
The only problem, he reflected aloud to Keo after making a cautious test around his mask, was the 
presence of liquidsalt water in some of the hollows still holding hailstones. The mates experience with 
frozen puddles on Earth was nonexistent, but even he could see that water produced by melting in the ice 
hollows should have been fresh, though probably carbonated. For that matter, he added, if the hail-filled 
hollow they had seen earlier had been exposed to rain as well, it should certainly have looked quite 
different. 
Neither of them had any way of measuring the actual temperature, and neither knew enough to consider 
the effects of even slightly salty spray. Their ignorance might, just possibly, have been bliss, but made no 

difference in the long run. 
Higher up still, another hail-filled crater was found. Very careful checking showed that the hailstones 
were not cemented together, at least near the surface of the deposit; like those in the other pit, they could 
easily be removed by the handful. 
They ate and slept near what seemed to be the highest area of the berg. The arrangement of the coral here 
was just as it had been lower down. The region was fairly flat; from its center they couldnt see ocean. 
The whole mass was not nearly as high as they had judged from below. Their line of sight would not have 
reached sea level now less than three kilometers away. Even from the edge of the plateau that formed the 
top of the berg, where the slope was steeper than any they had faced lower down, the water itself could 
not be seen; too many humps and bumps intervened.Mata was not in sight, but could easily have been, 
and probably was, too close to see. The captains suspicion that the whole structure had been artificially 
grown was becoming more and more plausible to Mike, from the way the spicules were arranged. Keo 
seemed never to have doubted it seriously. 
They wandered for half a day over the plateau without finding anything more to cause deep thought. They 
found two more craters, both nearly full of hailstones. There seemed no particular reason to retrace their 
original path up, since there had been no arrangement about where to meetMata , and with breathing, 
eating, and drinking stores running rather low the pair finally just headed downhillwith normal care, of 
course. If the ship were continuing to circumnavigate the berg, theyd be spotted soon enough, they 
assumed. If it werent; or didnt seem to be, theyd have to decide for themselves when to start their own 
circumambulation. At least, thered be no question about which way to go; the captain had assured them 
shed circle to the right as she saw the ice mass, so going totheir right was their safer alternative. 
Actually, both were out of food when the catamaran hove into view. She was only a short distance from 
the ice, and Ao saw them from her masthead almost as soon as they sighted the vessel. 
What the men did not see was the pods that had been left around the bergs circumference to mark the 
water line. Keo noticed their absence first, and wondered aloud whether they had served their purpose in 
the last two-plus days and been recovered, or had been lost in some way. The latter was no worry, except 
as a matter of policy, of course; there was even more fresh hail on the berg than they had realized before, 
though it would have to be carried an inconvenient distance. Keo was more concerned than Mike, of 
course, his upbringing being what it had been. 
They were more than a hundred meters from the edge, but the ice between was smooth. They took the 
easiest way to the water, still roped together of course. Neither was able to keep from a certain amount of 
spinning, and Mike almost failed to close his helmet in time. Their joint splash impressed Ao more than 
it did the captain, but they were aboard in moments. Mike let the mate report first. He did it tersely, and 
ended with a question. 
Are we still heading south? 

Yes, more or less. About one-sixty. At more than two meters a second now, Oloa says. 
What happened to the markers? 
We recovered them when they started to float. You dont have to make up your mind now, Mike; this 
thing is sinking. And waves arent the only things that can round off the ice, I expect you now realize. 
Yes, he replied. Waterspouts, rain, and probably things I havent thought of yet. And its sinking 
because a lot of ice is melting down below. 
And its going south because? 
Mike was silent for some seconds. 
Because its got a better grip on the deep currents! Ao offered. 
If its melting enough down below to sink, how is it reaching farther down? asked Wanaka. The child 
was silent in her turn. She even glanced at Mike, who had nothing to say either. 
Keo expressed a thought with no obvious connection to the problem. Hadnt we better get away from 
here? 
Idontthinkso, the captain answered slowly and thoughtfully. Maybe staying around will give 
us our best chance of finding out what our cargo is worth. All waited for some seconds for a more 
detailed explanation, but the next one to speak was the child, in very excited tones. 
You think there are people here! she exclaimed. 
Unless you or Mike or Keo can come up with a purely natural answer to whats been happening, yes. 
You cant disprove miracles, of course, but sane people dont count on them. If you cant find a simple 
natural explanation, people are the next best. Always. 
So do we tie up, or keep circling? asked Keo practically. 
Circle. I certainly want to talk to anyone here, but I want us to have a choice, too. Besides, we dont 
know how much up-and-down oscillation this thing may have at max. 
When do you expect to see the people? asked Ao. 
About an hour after they see us, if they havent already. Thats another reason to keep moving. I cant 
guess where they are, except its probably not on this chunk of ice, and dont know which way theyll be 

coming from, and if we tie up it could be on just the wrong side. 
Why dont you think theyre on the berg? asked Keokolo. 
Because you and Mike and Ao didnt find any sign of them except the evidence that this thing was 
grown. 
But theres something like four square kilometers there, a lot of it too bumpy to let us see anyone else 
from more than a few meters, even without the haze. The fact that we didnt see any tunnel openings 
doesnt mean a thing. 
But if there are people here theyll maintain some sort of watch, and theyd have seen us long ago. 
Maybe they did, and are just hoping well go away again, suggested Ao. That thought stopped the 
captain for a moment, and probably earned the child a few more points. 
That might be, Wanaka said slowly. The iceberg-sellers, Ive heard, didnt like either guests or 
passengers; there were tricks to maneuvering them they didnt want others to know. Still, if theres 
anything this piece of icedoesnt resemble, its a water-for-sale chunk. For one thing, its far too big. If 
there are people here hoping well go away, they can change their minds when we dont. It wasnt quite 
an order, but was certainly a clear decision. 
But even Wanaka began to wonder as the days went by,Mata and the berg drove ever southward, and the 
temperature began to drop farther and farther. 
The ice continued to sink; they attempted no actual measurements, but Mike estimated that a good dozen 
vertical meters of ice had settled below the water level since their first trip ashore. The best evidence 
was the change in the shoreline; from a relatively smooth oval, it had become indented with more than a 
dozen baysthey were not nearly steep-walled enough to be called fjordsreaching two or three 
hundred meters toward the interior. 
There had also been enough thunderstorms and waterspouts to confirm the notion that these could be 
responsible for rounding off the bergs humps and projections; waves werent necessary, though they 
might help. The berg was definitely melting; excursions by swimmers suggested thatMata could easily 
have collected a full cargo of melted-out coral spikes if anyone could have seen any value in them. 
The spikes were still floating when they melted free; they were still less dense than the water, though that 
could simply mean that the surface layers of the ocean were now noticeably saltier.Mata was certainly 
floating a trifle higher. The berg was sinking nevertheless, so an even more impressive amount of ice 
must be melting. The southward speed was increasing, no longer by very much but enough to make it 
harder to understand why the melting berg could get a better grip on any deep current. The wind certainly 
wasnt helping; there was practically none of that now. The ship was reaching the mid-latitude zone of 

calms, and there was less and less free choice involved in Wanakas still solid determination to stay with 
the shrinking, sinking growthas she still claimed it to be. It was now by far the largest source of fresh 
water within reach, though of course there were still thunderstorms enough to prevent worry. Even in a 
zone of calms and with lower temperature, water vapor is less dense than airespecially Kainuis 
airand an ocean needs very little outside heat to spawn thunderheads. 
The real surprises came when they were on the west side of the ice. These were, first, the sight of four 
sailing craft appearing almost simultaneously through the haze in a formation that neatly cutMata off from 
the open sea; and moments later more than a dozen sound-armored human forms walking easily toward 
them on the ice from the opposite direction. Mikes first, unvoiced, question was how such a maneuver 
could possibly have been timed, considering Kainuis long-range communication problems. What the 
other adults were thinking he had no idea, and it didnt occur to him to wonder about Ao or her doll. 
The child had sighted and reported the ships; the walkers had been spotted moments later by Keokolo 
from the deck. Mike felt sure that Ao wouldnt be blamed for missing them; her job after sighting the 
ships was to report any details she possibly could about them. 
And it was quite evident that the members of the shore party had all appeared at almost exactly the same 
moment from behind a single ice mound, along a surprisingly level and low ice surface that seemed to 
continue away from the ocean. More coordination? How? 
Well, the people had probably been in sight of each other, of course; but how about the ships? 
If Wanaka had had any idea of making for the open sea she must have abandoned it at once. Not only was 
the wind extremely weak and there was no way to tell whether they could outsail the others, butMata was 
a trading ship; traders didnt flee from other vessels without strong evidence that they were pirates. The 
only such evidence to be expected at the newcomers present distance would be the presence of very large 
crews on their decks, and Ao quickly reported that there seemed to be only three or four people on each 
one and that cabin size was no greater than usual. Wanaka glanced upward, not at the girl but at the 
pennants floating fromMata s mast. These had been unchanged for many days, and Mike had been told 
that they signified the unknown nature of some of their present cargo. 
Any behavior other than staying hove to for possible bargaining would be suspicious, even though they 
were being approached by a small fleet rather than a single vessel and even though the fleet happened to 
be spread out so as to cutMata off from any reasonable escape route. That could be as purely chance as 
the appearance of the four vessels all at once. 
Yes, thought Mike, that was a good way to put it, considering the number of other craft they had sighted 
since leaving Muamoto. Not much of a chance. 
Keo was watching the captain intently, Mike saw, but offering no suggestions. She was the captain; he 
was only her husband. There was no way to guess what he might be thinking, until the situation changed 

abruptly. The two ships farthest from them, the ones in the middle of the arc, changed course at almost the 
same moment, the one on the left of the line as seen fromMata to starboard, the other to port. Keo relaxed 
visibly as their path to freedom began to openslowly. The wind was very low, as he had noted, butMata 
could sail very close to it. Wanakas reaction was less obvious, but her attention turned from the 
approaching ships to the people on the ice, now collected in a group partway up the smooth hummock that 
had concealed their approach. 
Most of these, it could now be seenthe adults; there were three or four in the group of about Aos 
sizewere carrying what might have been spears, though Mike had never seen such an implement on the 
planet. His brief uneasiness was dispelled when several of the poles were raised vertically and waved 
from side to side to display signal banners that had not been obvious in the feeble wind. 
Hoani was still unable to read these, but the captain gestured Keo to the sails and took the tiller, 
headingMata toward the ice. The people on shore watched with little apparent interest as the mate swam 
ashore with mooring lines. He was also carrying a number of the coral spikes, which he drove into the ice 
a few meters from the water and used for rather frail-looking bitts. 
Ao had descended from her perch, but so far had offered neither comment nor question. 
Want me to talk to them? asked Hoani. 
Well wait til the ships arrive. I dont think theres anything to worry aboutyou were worried, werent 
you, Mike? But if they all represent one city itll be better to find whos in charge before we start 
bargaining, and if they dont itll be better to have them all together bidding against each other. I wish I 
could even guess what this metal is. If some of them know and we dont, we could get badly taken. 
Mike, for the first time since leaving Muamoku, had a little trouble with the end of this speech. She was, 
he suspected, using some highly specialized traders slang. 
But dont our banners say we dont know? I thought thats what you told me when we first loaded the 
metal. 
Yes. I wouldnt try to fool anyone on that point. Never try to play any game from ignorance. Right, Ao? 
But Im hoping theres more than one city in this group. If they start bidding against each other we can 
find out a lot, and theres no way they can help that even though theyll know we are. It would be nice to 
head for home, whenever we can find it, with something worthwhile aboard. Wed like to stay with our 
kid again for a while, but goodness knows what well owe the school when we do get back. Keo nodded 
silently. 
Keo, Mike, furl the sails, Wanaka ordered. Mike couldnt guess whether she had completely ceased to 
worry or was merely trying to give that impression, but the order didnt surprise him. The next one did. 

Mike, get ashore and talk to them. Find out what you can, especially about their connection with these 
ships. Feel free to tell them anything you want about us and our cargo and you, but dont say anything 
about Oloa beyond that shes Aos doll, and not even that unless they ask. Theyll see right away that 
theres something strange about you; no doubt they have already. Theyll certainly know after the first 
couple of sentences that youre not a trader. They must be sure already that youre not from any city on 
Kainui. Let them wonder about why you can handle languages so welland if they ask, tell them. Keep 
them talking until those ships get here. Dont worry about hiding any secrets except about the doll. 
The catamarans port hull was toward the ice and almost aground, so Mike simply slipped into the 
shallow water. There was a murmur among the masked, sound-armored figures, and even Ao, behind 
him, gave a rather shocked gasp. He did not, for some time, understand why; he did not even give the 
event a thought. He had been trying to decide how to open the conversation, but could think of nothing 
but a standard self-introduction. He chose to use unmodified Maori, and to follow the captains implied 
advice toward frankness as closely as possible. 
Kei ti pehea koutou?Im Mike Hoani. My captain is Wanaka from Muamotu. Whats your city? The 
answer came in almost identical speech, uttered by one of the group whose hands were now empty, his or 
her pole having been laid on the ice. Mike did his best to find some visible clue to this ones identity, 
since it would be discourteous not to recognize the speaker later. The main possibility seemed to be a 
colored pattern a little like Aos on the armor, fortunately applied to both chest and back, as he could see 
from some of others who werent facing him directly. Less fortunately, the pattern was extremely 
complex; Mike hoped he could remember enough of it. 
This is Aorangi, I am Hinemoa. We know of Muamoku, and have occasionally met crews from there. 
But surely you arent of that birth? 
Mike relaxed, slightly relieved at hearing a personal name that indicated the speaker was female but not 
inclined to put too much trust in the clue until he learned more about the current evolutionary status of the 
language. He explained in detail his origin and reasons for being on Kainui. 
Why did you come to speak to us, rather than your captain? The questions tone suggested mere 
curiosity rather than indignation, but Hoani felt there might be a minor breach of courtesy implied by the 
words themselves. He tightened up slightly, but answered with what he believed to be the truth. 
I know many of the tongues the people of the islands used when our ancestors were still on Earth. The 
captain has formed the habit of having me greet strangers first. The languages in the different cities of 
Kainui have changed through the years. 
True. But how is it youre so far south? It has been many years since we spoke to a crew from 
Muamoto. 
Our original ship was lost, and we drifted with an unfamiliar metal-fish while the new ones seed grew. 

Thats why our banners say that we dont know some of what were carryingat least, so the captain told 
me; I havent learned to read them myself. Perhaps you can tell us what we are carrying, and whether its 
worth the trouble. If not, maybe the people in the approaching ships can do it for us. We also have some 
iron, copper, and titanium. 
If we cant I doubt that they can. The ships are of our own city, Aorangi. 
Your eyes are keen. A compliment never hurt, even Mike knew. 
Not that keen. We recognize them because we expected them now. 
Mike was not as quick as some, but not entirely stupid. Something said earlier suddenly clicked into place 
in his mind. 
This is Aorangi where we are standing? OnMata we had not recognized it as a city, though we made the 
opposite mistake about some other coral-and-ice structures we met farther north. The listeners seemed 
more amused than indignant, Mike noted with some relief. Iwe had never thought of using ice for 
anything that big. You must have grown it much farther south than this. Might I ask why you are so far 
from the pole now? Isnt the sea here pretty warm for your city? 
Glances were exchanged among the others, and Hinemoas answer was hesitant. 
The reason is somewhat embarrassing. It has to do with faulty rigging. 
I apologize, and will restrain my curiosity. I assume you are now heading south intentionally. 
Actually, Hoani had been able to read a good deal into Hinemoas words. For one thing, she was speaking 
the least altered Maori that he had so far heard on the planet. The term rigging meant a great deal more 
to him now than it had beforeMalolo s session with current-riding and controllable sea anchors. Aorangi 
might be a good deal more maneuverable than any of the floating metropoli nearer the equator. Why? 
More specifically, why would the ability be useful? Was there something about the polar regions that 
made precise position of importance to a city and its inhabitants? Was the citys ice-based construction a 
cause, an effect, or a coincidence? 
Also, was Hinemoa telling the whole truth? If the ships now drawing near were making a rendezvous 
planned in advance, how could the planning have been worked? Hinemoa had claimed, or at least implied, 
that the city had been out of full control long enough to get this far northso far north that it was losing a 
lot of its structure to melting. Could that possibly be true? 
Quite suddenly, in spite of Wanakas permission to be frank, Mike began to feel just a little uneasy. One 
of her hopes, that of getting the traders of the approaching ships to bid against the people of the iceberg 
for her cargo, seemed gone (well, maybe not; traders were likely to be traders rather than government 

agents). There was still no evidence that the people of Aorangi were piratically inclined, but Mike 
suddenly felt uneasy. He decided to pass the conversational buck to the captain. She might know no more 
about this city and its people than he did, but at least she knew the planets general customs that, 
considering the universal trading background, were probably fairly uniform. She should certainly have a 
clearer idea than did Mike of just where the boundary between ordinary trading and piracy generally lay. 
He hoped. 
He shifted the conversation as unobtrusively as he could back to the question ofMata s cargo. Hinemoa 
and all her companions listened intently as Mike described the metal-fish where they had spent so much 
time while their replacement ship was growing. Some of the details were accepted with no visible 
surprise, though fairly obvious interest, including the fact that vast amounts of drinkable water were 
produced compared to the tiny amount of metal, the location of metal pods in the same pockets as the 
water, and the fact that so few of the pockets contained metal at all. It began to look as though Wanakas 
cargo might have only curiosity value here; none of the listeners seemed ready to suggest what it might 
be. 
Ill ask the captain to bring a pod for you to see, he finally said. He turned, took a couple of steps 
toward the water, and called out the suggestion. 
They cant identify the metal from my description. Wed better show them a sample. Wanaka nodded 
and spoke to the child, who disappeared briefly into a hold and returned with one of the pods, which she 
proffered to the captain. The latter gestured that she should keep it, said a few words inaudible to Mike 
over the thunder but apparently telling the child to accompany her ashore. Both flipped their helmets 
closed and stepped fromMata s deck. The child had to swim, of course, but her burden didnt seem to 
interfere. 
Mike suddenly suspected what had caused the disturbance when he had come ashore himself; he had 
waded in open water with his helmet unclipped. The space had, it was true, been narrow enough to cross 
in a few steps, but he wondered how many points that would have cost him with Wanaka, and what the 
natives of the ice city had thought. The latter, he suspected, might have the more serious effect. He hoped 
his alien origin might be regarded as an excuse, but didnt dare count on it. 
Kainuis people were not, as far as he had been able to tell, any more xenophobic than his own; but it 
might be unsafe to assume they were much less, and human beings have a tendency to be less tolerant of, 
or at least less empathetic toward, actions they regard as stupid than toward merely hostile ones. 
Ao, who had carried the pod ashore, now handed it to Wanaka, who held it up to give the local group its 
first close look. They had appeared expectant, Mike judged; now their talk stopped completely, though he 
was slow to realize that the cause was irrelevant to the specimen. One of the group gave a loud call, and 
pointed out to sea. Mike let his own gaze follow. 

There were now seven of the local ships in sight, not four. More interesting, a wave two or three meters 
high was sweeping in just beyond the three newcomers; and as everyone watched, the eight vessels 
includingMata were lifted on it and borne toward the berg, swept past the watchers on the ice hummock, 
and came to rest in what had just become a shallow bay. 
The wave receded. Water poured back out the channel. The bay was now a lake. No one but Mike seemed 
in the least surprised; Wanaka, of course, had a traders face. 
IX 
Interference 
Personnel from the Aorangi ships slid overboard and waded toward the party on the hill, helmets open. 
Keo, the only one still aboardMata , followed their example, but snapped his helmet shut before he went 
overside. The term shallow water, used outdoors, was to him among the silliest of oxymorons. 
Wanaka, concealing any surprise she might have felt, now handed the pod to Hinemoa, and there was 
silence while it was passed around among the others. Each time it was handed along, a single word was 
uttered by the passer. Mike had trouble making it out over the background thunder; it sounded likewaru , 
but he could see no relevance in the number eight. 
The pod was returned to the captain, but she was none the wiser about its identity. She was able, with 
practically no help from Mike, to suggest that it might nevertheless be of some trading value. Hinemoa 
agreed. 
None of us right here is a trader, but Im sure there are people in Aorangi who would like to take a 
chance on it. If you care to entrust the pod to me, I can pass it on to the school; the chemists there might 
be able to tell us enough to make a better guess at its real value. But perhapsa smile was just visible 
behind her maskyoud rather not have that knowledge spread too far before the sale. Wanaka smiled 
also; she of course did not regard the suggestion as insulting, but handed the packet of dust over without 
comment. She also began to doubt the statement that no one there was a trader. 
You might think about whether you should place a starting bid very low or very high in ironequivalents, 
Hinemoa added. Too far either way I suppose would discourage risk-taking. Personally, Id 
suggest starting low. 
It will take some thinking, Wanaka agreed, carefully not implying a preference. Her doubt was growing 
stronger. After some discussion, it was settled that word would be spread among the metal dealers of the 
city, and that these would be on hand at the next sunrise to inspect the cargo and make offers. Wanaka 
mentioned that she did have other metals to trade if they were wantediron, copper, and titanium. No 
one seemed greatly interested, and even Mike began to wonder whether some or all of the group might 

not actually be traders in spite of Hinemoas denial. 
He also, although a much better historian than salesman, could understand what lay behind Wanakas 
final sentence: Since we still dont know what this stuff is, I plan to sell no more than a third of it here. If 
anyone wants more, Ill need strong persuasion. Her listeners showed no surprise at this either; if none of 
them was a trader, they were at least not naive. 
The meeting broke up. The local adults spread out to greet the crews of the newly arrived ships. Some of 
these spoke briefly withMata s crew as well as they could without Mikes help, but none admitted having 
anything to trade. Mike wondered what they might have been doing at sea, since even his inexperienced 
eye could tell that the ships in the lake were indeed floating high and probably were in fact carrying little 
or no cargo. 
Keo confirmed the latter observation when they waded back to their own ship. Mike observed proper 
helmet discipline carefully this time. 
The mate had also been wondering about how the rendezvous between city and newcomers could have 
been accomplished with the formers location presumably unknown even to its inhabitants. He remarked 
on this at once, evidently sharing the captains suspicions that they had not been told the whole truth. 
Wanaka, quite reasonably, had a different priority problem: how wasMata to get back to sea? 
Well trade tomorrow if we can, she said, and leave as soon as possible afterward, also if we can. We 
wont need to do any special water bargaining. Even if these people are the sort to hold someone up on 
water, which is hard to believe but would tell us a lot, we have plenty; and Oloa can get us back pretty 
close to where we got this load, anyway. The real question is how we get back to sea at all. It obviously 
can be done, since their own ships were washed up here with oursand all of you surely realize that 
wasplanned . Intended. That wave didnt come when it did by chance. I cant even guess how it was done, 
or how they knew it was coming, but all our imaginations need to go to work on that. Even if we figure it 
out well need these folks permission and probably their help to leave, but Ill still feel better 
understanding that bit, too. 
There are youngsters in the group ashore, pointed out the mate. Maybe Ao should practice a little 
hospitality, being sure to remind her doll about the talking rules first. Itll be good to have a bunch of 
local kids chattering in the cabin with Ao and Oloa both listening, but remember the kids will be 
listening, too. Any of them could put two and two together if they heard the doll, and no matter how 
honest these people are we might find ourselves short one highly useful sample of concealed silicon. 
Wanaka nodded. She wont say anything that an ordinary doll wouldnt if anyone but regular crew is in 
hearing. She already knows that. Mike, Im afraid Im more worried about your possible indiscretions 
than about Oloas. No insult intended. 
None felt. Im worried myself. Thats why I called you into the talk even though youd said I could say 

anything. If I have to chat with any more of these people, except when Im translating for you, Ill 
certainly be careful. Just remember, Im a scholar before Im a trader. Words are communication tools to 
me, not game pieces. 
Ive noticed, was all the captain answered. Mike couldnt decide whether he had relieved her worries or 
added to them, but didnt feel insulted. 
The four went back ashore, where even more people were now assembled. Many of these gathered around 
to ask questions, and Mike was kept busy translating. It was easy enough for him; the local language, not 
too surprisingly from the citys name, was indeed nearly unaltered Maori. Aorangi was the name of a 
mountain on the South Island, and probably of the ship that had brought these folks ancestors to Kainui. 
Ao was talking to people her own age, making as little use of Mikes services as she could; and presently 
she and three others made their wayhelmets sealed, this time, because all had to swimback toMata 
where, after some minutes of examining the deck and outside equipment, all crowded into the air lock. 
While this was going on, Hinemoa had worked her way through the crowd back to Wanakas 
neighborhood, and invited her and her crew into the city. The captain was more than willing. 
Should we leave a deck watch? she asked. Your own crews dont seem to be. 
The ships are safe, but no one will be insulted if you do. You are in an unfamiliar port. 
How about deploying our leaf? Its less efficient this far south, and its the only way we can power our 
breathing equipment. 
Hinemoa was interested, and asked for a more complete explanation ofMata s photosynthetic apparatus. 
Wanaka, glad of the chance to improve relations, provided the explanation and supplied several clippings 
of the structure when it had been deployed. It would, of course, heal itself. 
Wed better all come inside together so that we will know where we sleep, the captain suggested. I can 
decide about a watch later. 
Of course. Most of us are going in now, but someone will gladly wait until your apprentice has finished 
entertaining. One of her guests is my son; we can board your vessel and make introductions if you like. 
Youll want to know your Aos new friends. Then we can all go to Kones and my home and party 
properly. 
Wanaka responded suitably. Mike was pretty sure she meant it; it would be good, he realized, if more than 
just Ao heard the talk of the children. 
They waited until nearly all the Aorangi had vanished, however, before going out toMata ; interrupting an 

adult party would have been all rightthey would simply have been joining inbut an all-child gettogether 
was different. Hinemoa showed no signs of impatience, but Wanaka finally suggested, Mike, 
you might visit the cabin and ask if anyone is having word troubles. 
They wont think Im intruding? 
Hinemoa smiled behind her mask. Eru will assume its a hint from me. The others wont think about it 
except that adults are always interrupting. Go ahead. 
Actually, Hoanis entrance did little to end the party; he was immediately put to work clarifying questions 
the visiting children had not been able to get across to Ao. Eventually, Hinemoa herself entered and 
invited everyone to her home. 
This involved a trip across the ice for several hundred meters to a tunnel opening in the side of a 
hummock; through an air lock much more than large enough to take all the group at once; more tunnel to 
an area where several dozen people of both sexes and a wide spectrum of age staffed desks and 
tablesevidently a message and general information center, rather than a place for checking in from and 
out to the surface, Wanaka noted with some relief; and finally along a nottoo-complex set of smaller 
tunnels, still walled with the ice-coral growth, to Hinemoas home. 
The party lasted there until the hostess pointed out that the newcomers should be shown their quarters and 
given a chance to sleep if they wished. None of the children argued. 
Eru, however, promptly asked whether Ao could stay at their own home, and Wanaka, after a moments 
thought, approved. Then she added that the child should at least come to see where her shipmates were 
staying and make sure she could find them if she had to. Eru came along, with the result that Ao got only 
a few words across to Keo in a moment when she was asking him to keep the doll for her. He declined on 
grounds that an adult male with a doll would be suspicious behavior. She didnt argue. 
Piruwas her important word. Then the other three were left alone, and Keo reported. 
Gold! exclaimed Wanaka. What use is that to anyone? 
Mike answered with a single word. 
Chemical. 
Wanaka pounced. Chemical, as in seed design? 
Sure. All sorts of atoms can turn out to be good catalysts or coenzymes, especially heavies. 
Of course. I should have remembered that. Im going to hold those traders up tomorrowno, Im not, 

either. 
Why not? the two men asked simultaneously. 
These Aorangi folks may not be pirates, but if theyve found a use for lots of gold, important enough to 
justify designing a special fish to collect it, they may want to keep it to themselves for a while. Of course 
you cant keepknowledge from spreading, but controlling the only source of a key material is something 
else. We could wind up here as firmly invited guests. Ive already mentioned selling only part of the load 
here, and if they have a good reason for wanting to corner the gold supply then Ao might wind up having 
to look for a husband right here in thirty-five or forty years, and wed be even longer seeing our own kid 
again, if we ever did. 
And any big economic reason is a good one, Mike interjected. 
Of course. And it would be as bad or even worse for you. I cant see anyone even from offworld 
spending a single pod of iron looking for a missing Earth native who most probably had gotten himself 
lost at sea. Especially not onthis planet. I suppose a world only half covered by a couple of kilometers of 
ocean would be a different matter. 
I wouldnt count on that, especially if that ocean had sharks. Thats still an awful lot of water and a lot 
more under water. So what do we do, Captain? 
We get out of here, preferably long enough before they spot us and can launch a ship so we can get out 
of sight in the haze. There are seven other ships on that lake, or dock, or whatever we should call it. I 
dont see how we get out of there alone, regardless of how one does get out, and we dont know how fast 
any of them can sailat least, we dont know how much faster than we any of them can. Ideas in order, 
gentlemen, preferably before sunrise tomorrow when Im supposed to start auctioning something Im not 
supposed to know the name or nature of. Im as likely to make a word slip there as I was afraid Mike 
would a little while ago. 
Fellow brains, all of you hoist sail and set course on any bearing that seems good to you. Pardon the 
mixed metaphor. 
I spose theyll be watching us all night, Keo suggested. 
I would in their place. She smiled. You and Mike better relieve their minds. Go outside now and look 
around the city; get lost if you want, itll help our reputation. Youre the ones most likely to do that, I 
hope theyll think. Get some idea of population, tunnel complexity, and how noticeable you seem to be. 
Im afraid we can guess that already, for Mike. If either of you gets an idea, dont come in together. 
Separating would be a good idea anyway; youre more likely to get lost, and itll look less as though 
youre doing something specific or underhanded together. Wear your armor. See if theyll fuss about your 
going outside, and if they dont, take a look to make sure theres really no watch on any of those ships. If 

there isnt, fine. If there is, well be even surer that our hostess was lying; go and talk to the watches. Try 
to make sure Keo was right about the ships themselves being empty. Especially try, if you get any sort of 
chance, to tell how much water they have aboard; if they have to load up on that before starting a chase, 
we have a much better chance. 
Wed have to check all of them for that to be useful, pointed out Mike. 
True. But do your best without looking suspicious. Whatever youve managed to think of or havent, 
both of you come in again at second sunset. 
Well have to be outside to know when that is. Dont count on perfection, Captain dear. 
I wont, one and only mate. Off you go. 
Outside, where the pair eventually found their way without interference, there was a thunderstorm 
overhead. They had not yet separated, thinking it better to learn some geography together first. Keo 
automatically dashed for the lake, the ship, and the drinking breakers, then stopped when he remembered 
the last were already full. 
Mike had followed him more slowly. Together, they spent the next quarter hour sweeping hailstones from 
the deck and cabin roof into the lake and noticing with interest that no one was in sight to do the same on 
any of the nearby craft. There might, of course, have been some asleep in the cabins, but shore watches 
dont sleep. Maybe theyd heardsome truth. The two discussed this as they worked, concluding that there 
was no unsuspicious way to settle the question. After the storm had passed, they went ashore, without 
helmet discipline though Keo made a start, and walked away from the pool for a short distance rather than 
toward any of the ships. 
I wonder how they get in and out of this place, anyway. I still cant imagine any way of calling up a 
wave when they want it. 
That might be only for getting in, anyway, pointed out Keo. There might be some way of digging or 
blasting or simply opening a quick channel to let everything wash out as the lake empties. We could 
check the coral pattern for signs of something they could slide out of the waysome sort of channel 
gate. 
But some of the ships are aground now. That technique could be embarrassing. 
The mate nodded silently. 
Does this city have or use any other ships? asked Mike after a pause. There are always lots around 
Muamoku, dozens of different types and sizes. This place doesnt seem to have much in the way of 
docking facilities, unless we missed an awful lot on our earlier walk. 

Most of our ships arent too different from these, answered Keo. Weve never done much ship design 
ourselves. We seem to have brought all the varieties weve ever needed with us. Our ancestors knew 
Kainui was all ocean, of course. Weve bought seeds from other cities sometimes, but the ships they grew 
werent enough better to be worth the cost. The ice near the pole seems to call for tricky sailing, 
sometimes, but we very seldom need to go there. 
They walked slowly back toward the city entrance, sometimes feeling a little uncertain of their way 
among the irregular ice hummocks. They had almost succeeded in taking the captains advice about 
getting lost when they sighted two mentheir gender was plain since, evidently not planning to leave 
shore, they were not wearing sound armorwho walked as though they knew where they were going. 
Trying not to be too conspicuous about it, Mike and Keo followed them, and in a few minutes recognized 
their surroundings once more. In another hundred meters they saw the city entrance. 
The suns were still well up, and Mike suggested that they now follow Wanakas advice, or order, to 
separate. Keokolo could go back to their quarters, make a preliminary report, and come out again on his 
own if the captain wanted; Mike would get into conversations, which they hadnt managed yet though it 
had not occurred to either of them that the locals might be avoiding them for some reason. 
It did cross Hoanis mind that by himself he might more plausibly be asking questions in a Kainuian city 
than when accompanied by one who was not obviously a stranger. It did not occur to him that at least 
some of the natives of Aorangi might hope that Mike himself might be more willing to talk about other 
citieson the planet, such as Muamoku, than would people who lived in them. His grasp of intercity 
attitudes and politics of Kainui was decidedly incomplete, though he was coming to understand Wanakas 
personality better every day. He also had, though in not too serious a form, the ordinary human tendency 
to stereotypeto assume, in this case, that he could talk to any citizen of Aorangi about any part of the 
city or aspect of its life and get informed and useful answers. 
He had, of course, attracted the attention of the men he and Keo had been following. When he looked 
around alternately at the icescape and the tunnel entrance after the mates departure, simulating indecision 
about his next step, both of them approached him. 
Neither seemed at all suspicious of anything, as far as Mike could tell. Certainly they were talkative 
enough and could tell him a great deal about Aorangi. It had indeed grown from a ship of that name, 
which had arrived on the antarctic ice cap. Its friction-heated hull had melted its way inward far enough to 
trap it when the water refroze, and the colonists had had no choice but to build where they were, using 
what was available in ship and surroundings. The latter, of course, had been mainly liquid and solid water, 
and heat energy at a rather low concentration. He asked about the cap, of which he had heard no details in 
Muamoku though it had been visible enough from space, and was told that for some degrees of latitude 
around the pole itself there was a continuous floating ice sheet, its edge disturbed by storms often enough 
and violently enough to form temporary inlets some kilometers in length, and to send floes drifting for 
large distances northward. Mike could see why this might call for maneuverability of any local vessels. 
Less happily, he could also see that it might call for speed. Escape might be even more difficult than 

Wanaka hoped. Some Aorangi livedon the cap in experimental stations, working on projects such as 
designing better ice-coral structures. The speakers had a low opinion of this work, which seemed to 
produce mostly expensive failures. Mike suspected a possible source for the deserted ice-coral masses 
they had encountered earlier. 
Is either of you a sailor? 
No. Were not much of anything; we graduate from messenger status in about half a year. There arent 
enough ships to need many sailors, and neither my cousin nor I like the idea of going to sea anyway. 
This remark slightly jolted Mikes stereotyping of Polynesians but opened another possibly useful line of 
questioning. 
Were you outside when we arrived today? 
Yes. Watching a landing is interesting, and anyway we were both on salvage standby. Ships sometimes 
ground too hard when they land. Mike jumped at the chance. 
How about when they leave? 
Thats safer. The port is filling up then, so they rise instead of grounding. 
Mike was uncharacteristically quick on the uptake. My captain will want to see that. Shell probably 
need to be told just how to maneuver. Do you know when the next departure should be? 
They launch at sunrise every day for the regular search. Mike decided not to ask what was regularly 
being sought and surrendered the conversational ball. Maybe he had learned enough along that line 
already. Wanaka would certainly be interested. 
Youre from Muamoku, arent you? asked one of the others. 
The captain and the others are. You can see Im not from Kainui at all. 
Wed noticed, yes. Does your world have oceans? 
We call them that. They average only about four kilometers deep, and cover scarcely three-quarters of 
the planet. A major sailing problem there is to keep from running into land, or worse, into land that 
doesnt show above the surface. 
This started a lengthy period of what would have been shop talk if any of the speakers had been sailors. 
Hoani might have learned more but decided not to ask further leading questions; he had already heard 
enough to demand deep and detailed thinking. 

A mutual eclipse of the suns gave him a chance to change the subject, and after a brief description of the 
locally rare solar eclipses of Earth he bade his informants a casual farewell and entered the city. He did 
not quite need help finding Wanaka and Keos assigned living space, and in a relatively few minutes was 
reporting to her. Keo had gone out again. 
The captain was thoughtful. Sunrise. Just when Im supposed to start auctioning, if I really am. Maybe 
Id better see Hinemoabut maybe Im not supposed to know about this launch business; how do I get 
around that, I wonder? 
Id expect her to come to you, if theres anything about the launch to affect the auction. 
If another wave is going to come into that lake, it will affect where I have to lay out the metal. I think 
wed all better be there awhile before sunrise and start setting up, and let her hold the tiller. Presumably 
something would have to be done to keepMata from getting washed out with the othersor maybe 
She fell silent for fully a minute. Ill see her now and askno, tell her that Ill need Ao at the ship half 
an hour before sunrise to help unload, and let her take it from there. You may as well get to your own 
quarters. Take care of your life support, sleep if you want. Keo or I will get you when we need you. No, 
wait. Stay here until he gets back, tell him what you told me and what Im doing, then youre on your 
own. 
The mate returned first, so Mike didnt hear what might have transpired between Wanaka and Hinemoa. 
Ao wakened him, presumably the next morning although there seemed to be no clock in his quarters, by 
rapping on the coral door and calling his name. They were on the way to the city entrance, armored, 
within minutes. 
The suns werent up yet, as Wanaka had planned. There were, however, people already at the lake, or 
port, or whatever it should be called, and one of these approachedMata s crew. 
Hinemoa advises that you bring your metal up there as quickly as you can, and then man your ship. We 
will be launching in a few minutes, there are no real mooring facilities, and it will probably be washed out 
with the others. Would you like help moving your metal? 
If there was any hesitation in the captains answer, Mike failed to spot it. 
No, thanks. Well do what we can before your launch. Give us five minutes warning and well get 
aboard. Afterward, well get out the rest, and see customers. Will that fit your routine? 
Perfectly, I think. Hinemoa will arrive shortly, I expect. 
Mike and Keo began carrying pods of metal ashore. The only clue to what the captain had in mind was 
her brief order, in Finger, not to hurry, but not to dawdle obviously. They obeyed. Perhaps a fifth ofMata 
s gold had been off-loaded and a smaller amount of the other metals when a larger group appeared at the 

lake, Hinemoa among them, and the crews who had been readying the Aorangi ships stood to their posts. 
Someone ashore began what turned out to be a countdown, though the counts were fully half a minute 
apart. Wanaka was atMata s tiller, the men were ready to hoist sail, but Ao had not yet taken her 
masthead post. One of the suns was just up, though not really visible through the haze. 
At the twelfth count, the sea poured into the lake.Mata was one of the few ships just barely afloat, and like 
the others was swept away from the sea by the inrush. Those still grounded followed more slowly as the 
water rose and floated them, too. Everyone hoisted sail, and Keo and Mike followed suit without orders. 
The landward side of the lake deepened, then the new water began to slosh back toward the sea. This 
seemed now to be below them. Wanakas full attention for several seconds was focused on avoiding 
collisions; like the other steersmen she was not entirely successful, though nothing dangerously violent 
occurred; all velocities were nearly the same. Mike couldnt help thinking about infection. The water, 
bearing the eight vessels, poured out and downward over the path by which it had just passed in and 
downward. 
The native craft, sails now fully up, bore away from the city, remaining in close formation, on a course 
some sixty degrees left of straight outalmost straight south. 
Mike looked back toward Aorangi, wondering how they were to reenter the lake. To his own relief, he 
didnt ask the question. It answered itself; Wanaka ordered them to set sail. In what Mike judged to be 
about twenty minutes, Aorangis bulk was indistinguishable. The only identifiable objects were two or 
three waterspouts, all of them more or less ahead, strobe-lit by the lightning flickering from every 
direction but down, and Kaihapa, not quite low enough to be in the heaviest haze itself. It should have 
been a crescent, but was merely a blurred patch of light unnoticeable except when both thunderheads and 
lightning were all for the moment in other directions than west. 
Ao! called Wanaka to the masthead. I know its not really necessary, but tell Oloa well be making 
random course changes twice in the next two hours. When I call again, she should direct us toward where 
the gold-fish ought to be, as well as she can calculate. The child nodded understanding, without stopping 
the endless looking around that was her duty. No one could see her lips or fingers move or hear her voice, 
but no one doubted that she was passing the order to her doll. 
She reported nothing to the deck before the second course change. Then the captain ordered her to the 
cabin, placing the doll on her own shoulder. She also ordered Keo off watch, and told Mike she would 
have relieved him as well if the sea had not been unusually rough. Both were wearing safety lines, but the 
captain seemed not fully to trust these just now. There was no actual storm, but waterspouts were 
surprisingly numerous at the moment and she wanted two pairs of eyes to keep track of them. It went 
without saying that she wanted someone to heaveMata to if she herself went overboard for any reason. 
Mikes own sailing experience on Earth had nearly all been limited to calm weather, and he was getting 
just a little tired of one aspect of Kainui. Nowhere on his home worlds oceans, as far as he had ever 
heard, was there anything like the microtsunami phenomenon, and even the best noise armorand his, of 
necessity, was a special-order itemcould not accustom its wearer to all the properties that made it 

wearable or, better, livable for many days at a time. Quite the reverse. Some aspects of its complex inner 
structure grew less and less comfortable as time passed. 
Wanaka had tacked twice, with easily two hours between the maneuvers, when she ordered Mike to ring 
the cabins signal bell and gave up the tiller to Keo, ordering him to heave to and attach a safety line to 
himself. Nothing had been seen of any other craft, not that even the captain had been looking very hard. 
The waterspout supply had thinned noticeably, as had the haze; Kaihapa was much clearer, though not, of 
course, noticeably higher in the west. 
The captain gestured Mike toward the air lock; she seemed to feel that the quieter ocean justified leaving 
Keo alone on deck. Safetied, of course. 
For the next few days, the routine Mike had come to know in the early part of the voyage was gradually 
resumed. It took a while for both Wanaka and Keo to get over a mild fear of pursuit from Aorangi, distant 
as the city now should be. The hints from Hinemoa that its motion was under control meant, of course, 
that no guess whatever about its position could be trusted; but as Ao put it when the question was being 
discussed, there were somany directionsand its inhabitants had admitted, if that were the right word, 
that there was too much melting going on this far north. 
The word admitted bothered Mike slightly. Hinemoa, beyond argument, had been doing a certain 
amount of lying or, to use a word captain and mate seemed to prefer, selling. The launch warning she had 
sent had offered no hint thatMata would be launched with the others and that there was no way to prevent 
it; Wanaka had nevertheless been encouraged to unload a respectable part of her cargo. A more 
encouraging point seemed to be that, maneuverable or not, there was no way the iceberg city could 
possibly matchMata s sailing speed. 
That was obvious. Mike was a little uneasy about this word as well, but told himself that paranoia could 
lead in only one direction and that a very undesirable one. There was no point in worrying about 
everything. Human minds had limits, and there was nothing to be gained by stretching these limits too far. 
Let reality catch up occasionally with imagination. 
Apparently the captain had not been wholly taken by surprise by the launch, Mike thought again. If either 
of the others had, they concealed it well. Of course, Wanaka might have briefed them before Mike had 
joined the party that morning, but he didnt ask, of course. 
The doll did a good job of navigation, though not a perfect one. It eventually reported that they had 
reached the center of its error circle for the gold-fish, a circle now somewhat enlarged because a less-thanideal 
wind had forced them to do a good deal of tacking. Since the object of their search would probably 
not be visible more than a few hundred meters away, the search rectangles couldnt be allowed to get 
much bigger each time around; and quite soon each time around was getting noticeably longer. 
Everyone, even from the helm, watched eagerly for signs of their target, but the most trust was placed in 

Ao. Whenever she had to rest, day or night,Mata was hove to. It was the third day before the child 
screamed, Port bow! 
Youre sure its the fish? called Wanaka. 
No, it isnt, but I think itsMalolo . That should still be stuck in the jelly, though. We never pulled up the 
sea anchor after we got there, did we? 
Keo, at the helm, had swung their bow to port without waiting for orders, and within minutes everyone 
could see that the child was right, both as to identification and inference. She called again. 
Keo! Heave to, or we could get stuck, too. 
The captain rescinded the order. 
No, Keo. Swing to port when you can see the fish itself from where you are, and then try to follow it 
around its edge. I want to get an idea how big it is. Ao, I dont suppose any of your young friends who 
identified the gold at your party happened to mention how to tell which water pods have metal under 
them? I cant believe their miners would have to do a blind search the way we did. 
The child hesitated. Not that I remember, she admitted after a moment. 
Well, dont worry. You couldnt have asked without 
I know. I thought of that. 
All right. Come down. When we finish this trip around and know how big this thing is, well try to 
replace what we left on Aorangi, and then 
Back to Muamoku? asked Mike, rather hopefully. 
No. Back to Aorangi. Why do you think they fooled us into getting back afloat with so much of our 
cargo ashore? They knew we couldnt get back to it. I dont know what they want gold for, but they want 
it. 
Mike felt some doubt about this, but said nothing. The idea was certainly plausible, he admitted to 
himself. He was, however, a reasonably well-educated man, and sets of questions, all starting with How 
much? were flocking into his mind. 
Soon enough all three adults were overboard. Ao stayed on deck, taking in the occasional metal pod that 
they found and trying to make some sort of record ofwhere it had been found. Wanaka, Keo, and even 
Mike felt pretty sure there must be a system involved. 

This meant, of course, that no one was on effective watch, since it was impractical for the child to climb 
up and down the mast between every two pod discoveries even though these were many minutes apart. 
So, at least, Wanaka decided after the first few hours of searching. 
She rather regretted the decision near sunset, when they were going to have to stop the search anyway in 
spite of its disappointing results. No system of arrangement of the metal pods had made itself obvious yet. 
She reached up for what she had decided would be the last one of the day when the expression behind 
Aos breathing mask caught her attention. Although still in the water, she risked flipping her helmet back 
to ask, Whats the matter? 
Ao simply gestured behind her with her head. The captain had to pull herself partway up on deck to see 
what she meant. 
Having any luck? asked Hinemoa. 
Mike was still out collecting, but no translation was necessary. 
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Impedance 
Mauruuru, was the new arrivals next word. She didnt seem to be sarcastic or ironic, though Mike, who 
had been a meter or two behind the captain, was a little surprised at the Tahitian word, which he didnt 
have to translate. Wanaka accepted the thanks, but made no pretense of knowing what it was for. 
We thought wed lost this fish, the other went on. It was a new type, an experiment. It should have 
surfaced at the latitude where it submerged. We have no idea what went wrong. 
This thing isyours ? Wanaka asked. Mike understood her surprise; metal-fish in general were simply 
released when the seed had been developed and tested, and it was generally accepted that whoever found 
it later could harvest it, since there was no way to plan an interception or delay its recharging and sinking 
again. They were no ones property. The device submerged to a preplanned depth where it had been 
learned, or calculated, or hoped there would be a usable concentration of whatever useful metal they were 
designed to reduce, and thereafter rose when they needed energy and sank again, whether harvested or 
not, when they got it. Maybe that idea was changing; the Aorangi people had known when, apparently, 
and considering the size of the planet had been only slightly wrong about where this one would come up. 
Hinemoa seemed slightly embarrassed behind her mask. Well, she said slowly, theres no way to keep 

knowledge from leaking, of course. She was back to nearly unchanged Maori, and Mike had to help 
occasionally. Wed have let this one circulate after we were sure it worked properly, of course. 
And had been well harvested a few times. 
Of course. 
And you knew where it had come from when I first showed you that pod. It was not a question. 
Hinemoas embarrassment had vanished quickly. 
Of course. And you know what it is now. 
Ae. 
I suppose your big guest from the Old World knew something. But why didnt he tell you sooner? Oh. 
Of course. He did, but you didnt know its origin, and were hopingwe wouldnt recognize it and would be 
tempted to speculate. 
Wanaka avoided answering; there was no point in getting Aos new young friends in trouble with their 
elders, especially if that would make the youngsters more cautious next time. It was beginning to look as 
thoughMata s crew would be residents of Aorangi for some time to come, and the children might 
possibly be useful again. All seven of the ships that had, she had supposed, been left behind at the ice city 
were now in sight. Again, the newcomers seemed to have been remarkably close together, for no reason 
the captain could see. They had not been visible moments earlier. 
Wanaka saw no reason for delaying the obvious question. 
What happens now? Back to your city? 
Hinemoa replied promptly. 
Wed prefer it, but we arent pirates. Especially since you left so much metal with us, though that wasnt 
just generosity, of course. This sort of thing has happened once or twice before in my own memory, and 
much oftener in history. Usually, we give the finder a full load of whatever is involved, and rights to the 
first trading sortie with it, in exchange for delaying the trip until were satisfied we have the scales 
worked off the new fish. After all, someone has to take the risk that no one else will want the stuff. If you 
prefer not to take that chance, well give you half a load of gold and the other half in anything else you 
want and we can spare. But we very much hope youll come back with usvery much. Simply stay 
withKoku . 
Mike could sense no threat underlying the words, but he wasnt quite sure how Wanaka was feeling. He 
was a little startled himself; koku was not the name of any fish in any language he knew. Maybe that 

ship-naming custom wasnt Kainui-wide after all. 
Wanaka responded at once, taking no obvious time to make the decision; she might well, Mike judged, 
have settled on a policy the moment she saw Hinemoa and realized thatMata had been caught. 
Well come back with you. How did you follow us so quickly? 
The Aorangi people wore narrower breathing masks than the Muamoku crew, and the womans smile was 
obvious. We took some chance. Your ships sailing qualities are obvious. We assumed you had come 
from here at the usual best-time-daylight sailing and tacking procedure, and your child made no secret of 
the time you had spent en route. Once we found that our own children had told you about the gold we had 
little doubt youd head back here for morethough actually catching you wasnt the main idea. Finding 
the fish again was. We werent really sure youd come back; you might not have known enough about the 
metal to consider it valuable. Did your Old Worlder tell you about it? If we hadnt found you, and been 
unable to make our present arrangement, wed still have loaded up our own ships rather than worry about 
you any further. Im glad, howeverall of us are, as will everyone on Aorangi bethat we did meet 
again. I hope youll be equally pleased with the arrangement. 
Mike told us something of golds use on other worlds, but I dont see what can be done with it hereat 
least, not specifically. Im not a pseudolife engineer, of course; I suppose they might want to play with 
some, Wanaka replied. If you want us to prepare the market, youll need to supply more specific 
information for sales pitches. All right? Mike, to his surprise, had to guess at the meaning of sales 
pitch, which was in no language he knew. Hinemoa seemed to understand it with no trouble. 
Of course. Anything that might help establish high value. 
Is it all right if we harvest more while were here? 
No. You wouldnt get much in the time we have, and what you did get would slow us downnot much, 
but were certainly late, and its not at all certain when this fish will sink again. 
How long will it take to process the new load? 
About a year, maybe more. This was a test run, and we knew whenand thought we knew whereit 
would surface. It wasnt really a question of how much it had gathered. The next run will involve a deeper 
searchreally deep. We have only a vague idea of gold distribution in the sea, and made this dive to a 
hundred and fifty kilometerswe think; we dont have very good density-depth curves for anything 
below about fifty kilometers or for any latitudes below about sixty. 
Mike had no way to tell how this information compared with Wanakas; if any of it startled her she gave 
no obvious sign. She accepted the others ruling about no further harvesting heremaybe, he thought, 
thatwas a sign of something going on in her headand asked no more questions. Hinemoa, who seemed 

to be pretty high on her citys deck of authority, returned to her own vessel,Koku, and began to direct 
harvesting by her own group. The other ships had now reached the fish. None ofMata s crew said 
anything for some minutes; everyone, including Ao, was thinking deeply. 
It was the child who spokeshe didnt use Finger; one of the harvesting ships was close enough so that 
gestures might be understood, while far enough for the thunder to make vocal speech quite safe. 
Captain, I dont think shes telling the truth now, either. 
Wanaka nodded slowly. I think youre right. If it turns out that you are, youve earned some points. 
Everyone inside. We have some planning to do. If we dont keep a watch on deck, theyll be less likely to 
think we might leave without notice. 
If we did, wouldnt they just follow us again? asked Mike. 
Not if Hinemoa was telling the whole truth, was the answer. The captain and Ao entered the air lock. 
Mike gave them the time it needed to cycle, and followed; Keo came last. Hoani was trying to find some 
meaning in the captains last words, and said nothing after discarding his mask. 
It was Keo who spoke, in a declarative sentence rather than a question. Were going all the way to 
Aorangi. 
Wanaka nodded. Until we find out just how, and I hope just why, theyre lying. Mike had spotted no 
evidence that Hinemoa had been untruthful, but of course didnt ask what had convinced the others. When 
even the child felt sure 
I think Id better go back outside, Ao remarked suddenly. Wanaka raised her eyebrows, but said 
nothing. They all stayed pretty close to this place when they started to harvest, instead of spreading way 
out. Ill bet they can tell without having to feel under the water pods just which ones are covering metal. I 
want to watch them and see. 
Wanaka smiled. Good. Go ahead. But dont try to hide the fact that youre watching; I want them to 
know it. I wont say youre close to being a captain yet, but a twentieth of whatever cargo we have is 
yours the next time we have a chance to trade. 
Ao vanished into the air lock, glowing visibly. Keo took one of the bunks, Wanaka busied herself with 
the ships log and some of the reference books, and Mike updated his own notes. 
It was the best part of two hours before the captain had finished. Hoani, of course, never finished; the 
notes were in a constant state of revision, and were almost certainly going to need detailed statistical 
analysis when he got back to a place where silicon was cheap enough for electronic use. 

When it became evident that the captain was going out again, leaving Keo asleep, Mike caught her eye. 
He didnt have to say anything. She nodded permission and gestured him into the air lock first. Neither 
said anything for some moments after they emerged, either, though both were startled. 
Ao was not alone on deck. There was another child with her. It took Mike several seconds to recognize 
Eru, but less to see what was going on. 
Ao was teaching Finger, the supposedly Kainui-wide gesture language, to her friend. Itwasnt worldwide, 
after all. 
Back to the planning table, Hoani muttered. Wanaka couldnt possibly have heard his words, or even 
that he was speaking aloud in the ambient noise, but she nodded. Some ideas dont have to be 
communicated; they grow from the same seed. 
And some observations are top-class paradigm-changers. Mike was both a historian and a linguist, and 
this was a Michelson-Morley demonstration in both fields. He suddenly felt that he knew more about 
Kainuian history than anyone else on the worldtemperate, antarctic, or anywhere else. 
The children had noticed the adults and risen to their feet. 
The hostess made proper greetings. Captain Wanaka, you know Eru. His captain saw that I was trying to 
understand their harvesting, and sent him over to explain to me. Ive been overboard with him, but there 
was trouble under water. You know, these folk dont use the same Finger that everyone else does! Its not 
just a little different; its so different I cant make out one sign in five! Have you ever heard of that? I 
know different cities have sort of different word languages, but we know that and we know why: people 
came from different islands back on Earth, where different languages were spoken, and like Mike says 
theyve been trading words ever since as we traded other things with each other. But Finger was invented 
right here on Kainui, I thought. 
So did I. Wanaka stopped herself just in time from saying firmly, It was. She did respond, Mike 
noticed, very quickly indeed not merely to the discovery that she was wrong about something, but even to 
the realization that she might be. The Aorangans were different people, very different, though the captain 
was nowhere near Mikes theory of the reason. 
Talofa,Eru, she said after the briefest of hesitations. Mike translated tohaere mai, the boy nodding 
acknowledgment to the translator but keeping his eyes on the captain. She went on, Thanks for helping 
Ao. Would you like to go into the cabin? There is water, and silence. Perhaps Mike Hoani here could 
help; he knows your spoken language better than Ao or the rest of us. 
The boy accepted both offers with courtesy, and the children disappeared into the air lock. Mike followed. 
Wanaka remained on deck, leaving him wondering what she might have in mind. 

Whatever this might be, he was too busy to think of it for nearly two hours; the children were eager for 
spoken language as well as Finger guidance, both sets of lessons were going both ways, and both 
youngsters were quick enough at learning to keep his attention occupied. Keo slept through it all, until the 
warning bell from the deck sounded. 
Ao and Eru were first outside, Mike last. By the time he was on deck Keo was hoisting sail. One of the 
Aorangi vessels was only a few meters away, and Eru gestured a polite farewell, closed his helmet, and 
went overside, to surface in moments beside its outrigger. All of the other ships had already set sail and 
were disappearing in the haze to the southeast. 
Ao, you were right, were the captains first words whenMata had set course to follow the others. 
Their miners went straight to certain spots, always got metal pods along with the water, and passed up 
nearly every spot wed have tried, as far as I could tell. 
I know. I saw that, too, before, and Eru told me how to tell the difference. The water pods with metal are 
just slightly more perfect spheres than the others. 
Good. Well hope his elders are as helpful. If Hinemoa was actually telling the truth, they will be, at least 
about what can be done with gold. But Wanaka fell silent. 
Ao, morale still high, took up her sentence. But she wasnt. 
Why are you so sure? asked Mike, his curiosity overriding his usual reluctance to show ignorance. 
Ao looked quickly at her captain, who nodded. Her mask didnt completely hide her smile; Mikes 
embarrassment returned full strength. 
Hinemoas ship was alone when she caught us there at the fish. The others showed up only after shed 
been talking to us for a while. Why, if they found us the way she said they did, werent they all traveling 
togetheror at least in sight of each other? 
Wanaka nodded in approval. Thats part of it. Actually I thought of something else first. No, I wont tell 
you yet; Id like to see if you can spot it for yourself. You might come up with a better idea, and I dont 
want to point you the wrong way. Keo, stay at the tiller, and see if you can catch up with the others; I 
want to stay right in the middle of that fleet if we canahead of them might be even better. If we do get 
ahead, have Oloa guide us a little to one side of what she figures is the right course to Aorangi. We dont 
want them to get any idea that we could lead them practically straight home; theyd start wondering how. 
The mate nodded understanding, and Ao transferred the doll to his shoulder. Ao, the captain went on, 
I know Mike is pretty fluent in Finger by now. Is there any chance that Eru has already picked up as 
much? Did you teach him any while you were at his home? No? I know it doesnt seem likely after only a 
couple of hours, but I want to be sure. 

Nowhere near, replied the child, and Not a chance, said Mike in the same breath. 
Wanaka nodded slowly; then displaying a complete lack of Mikes fear of sounding silly, she asked 
another question. 
Does either of you think theres the slightest chance that he already knows our kind of Finger, and has 
been hiding it? 
Both Hoani and Ao hesitated before answering, to the captains relief. 
I didnt think of that, the child said slowly, but nothing happened tomake me think of it. 
I cant remember his using any sign before Ao or I had given it to him, was Mikes more objective 
answer. 
Good. Then for now, at least, well assume that hes the only one of his people who can understand even 
a little of world Finger. That could be useful. 
Unless hes teaching it to some others right now, or more likely to his friends when he gets home. In his 
place Id start doing that just to be able to talk to friends without grown-ups knowing 
The captains eyes widened. Then, Come inside, not-so-little one. Theres some work to be done on your 
badge. Just remember, Im leaving space for possible code about swelled heads. The child subsided, just 
slightly, and led the way happily into the air lock. 
They emerged in a few minutes, and Ao made her way up the mast with no words. It seemed safe to 
assume that she would remain in high alert mode for some time to come. 
Matawas gaining slightly on the fleet, but not very steadily; Keo was making much longer tacks than the 
others. Wanaka looked the situation over for several minutes, but made no criticism. Unless Aorangi itself 
made some drastic change in course or speed, which seemed unlikely at the rate the place had seemed to 
be melting, it would be at least a couple of days before they got anywhere near it.Mata could probably 
draw ahead of the other ships eventually, but her captain didnt care greatly whether this actually 
happened. Being sure she could actually outsail the others could be useful information, of coursefor 
both parties. Hinemoa had claimed to knowMata s sailing performance, but there was the hope that this 
also might have been untrue or at least overly optimistic. 
Mike, after the captain had been silent for over an hour, requested permission to leave the deck to update 
his notes. This was granted with a brief Finger gesture. 
By the middle of the next day they were part of the fleet. Oloa, after a few tacks, claimed that it was on a 
course likely to pass the city somewhat to the west and almost certainly out of sight in the haze. Wanaka 

received this news thoughtfully, and after a moment directed Keo to remain within the fleet until further 
notice. Whoever was at the helm was to match the other vessels tack for tack. If any of them changed 
from the general pattern,Mata would stay with the majority. There was to be no slightest hint that she 
either could or wanted to get away. 
What do we do if they miss their city? asked Keo. 
Try to decide whether it was on purpose. Guilty until proved innocent, his wife answered dryly. We 
have as much water as they do, Im sure. 
But the Aorangi fleet didnt miss. Just south of the latitude that Oloa considered most likely to have been 
reached by now by the melting city the fleet turned eastward, and half a day later the somewhat shrunken 
ice mounds of its home port appeared through the haze. 
They approached the same beach from which they had departed a few days earlier, but the fact was not 
at once clear. It was Ao who pointed out that the iceberg was floating a meter or two higher than when 
they had last seen it, producing some changes in the shape of the shoreline. SinceMata was now riding if 
anything slightly deeper, suggesting less dense sea water at the surface, this called for explanation. None 
of her crew spoke about it, but even the child was thinking. 
All the vessels drew up as before near the ice,Mata near the middle of the line. No one was at hand on the 
shore this time to greet them. Mike felt fairly sure he knew why: no one in the city this time had 
knownwhen to expect the fleet. Before, when it was on a planned search trip for the gold-fish, they had. 
He wondered when the landing wave would arrive, since there seemed no doubt aboutwhether it would, 
and kept a sharp eye on the ice hummock overlooking the channel. Someone would show up there to look 
for themor, of course, now that he thought of it, someone there might have already seen them and gone 
to give notice. Hed better watch for the wave, too. 
He noticed incidentally that the metal they had left ashore was gone. 
He missed seeing the waves approach, but suddenly the ships were being swept into the channel. None of 
them grounded this time; the lake seemed smaller in area, but if anything a little deeper. If he were right 
about this, then it was true that Aorangi was melting fairly rapidly, and it was even harder to see why it 
was riding higher. The poleward retreat was pretty surely a fact. They had already been fairly certain of 
this; Oloa had informed them when the city had come in sight that it was many kilometers farther south 
than a few days before, about the amount she had predicted. Mike didnt actually get the idea that she was 
bragging, though her voice did have a much more human intonation than would have been expected by 
people in the early computer age. 
The air temperature might have been lower, but the sound armor kept anyone from feeling that, and 
thermometers were not amongMata s navigation instruments. 

All the crews except one member from each ship disembarked; for some reason, it seemed, the fleet was 
leaving deck watches on board this time.Mata s crew nevertheless all went ashore by the captains order 
and accompanied the others toward the city air lock. The Muamokuans were, as before, having more 
trouble with travel than the natives; their boots lacked the traction of those worn by the latter and the 
thunder, doubtless with help from the sounds in the sea, was sometimes loud enough to make the ice 
underfoot quiver. Mike, not for the first time, wondered whether the traction spikes on the Aorangi armor 
forced much special deck maintenance, or whether the decks merely healed themselves. 
Hinemoa said that they were still welcome in their former quarters. Mike was asked to attend a meeting of 
teachers if he were not too tired, to describe in as much detail as he cared and for as long as he cared his 
background on Earth and his purpose on Kainui. He would be provided with guidance about the city for at 
least an equal amount of time after he had eaten and slept. She also requested that Wanaka, Keokolo, or 
both check the foodstuffs carried by the fleet, and provide samples of anything that seemed different in 
that line fromMata s farm tanksin exchange, of course, for anything similar they might want from 
Aorangi ships. 
All in all, it still seemed to be standard Polynesian hospitality. Mike wondered whether Wanakas 
suspicions were being eased or intensified. The fact that she still didnt insist that Ao remain with them 
meant little; the captain seemed to be trusting the child with nearly adult responsibilities now, and of 
course it would never have occurred to her that the youngster might be in any danger. He was not sure this 
was a safe attitude but would not have objected even if he had had any right to. The child was not his, and 
Wanaka and Keo had formally accepted responsibility for her care and education. Her parents had been 
quite aware that they might never see her again when she left Muamoku. 
And Mike realized, though he had a family of his own and couldnt bring himself to feel the same way, 
that this implied no lack of affection between parents and child. It was the custom. If Ao and her young 
sibling had gone to sea with their own parents the whole family might be lost, a much more serious 
catastrophe by Kainuian standards as it had been with their Earthly ancestors. Keo and Wanakas child 
had not come with them; the idea would never have occurred to either of them. 
No one worried about Ao, therefore, for the next twelve hours or so. Mike spent some of them answering 
questions from the citys teachers, and most of the rest eating and sleeping. He assumed that Wanaka and 
Keo had honored the request to test the food-exchange possibilities, but saw nothing of them. He had long 
ago, in Muamoku, gotten used to being an object of curiosity and even astonishment, especially when not 
wearing his noise armor, and was more amused than bothered at the renewal of this experience in 
Aorangi. 
After sleeping he asked to be shown the city, and could hardly fault the fact that he was accompanied the 
whole time. He wondered a little how that might affect Wanaka, who would probably suspect she was 
being steered, but she and Keo werent with him to be asked. Not that it would have been convenient to 
ask, of course. 
He did think of that possibility in his own case, but dismissed it quickly for the usual excellentto 

himreasons. 
He and his guides met Ao and Eru during the day, however, and the girl greeted him enthusiastically. 
Mike! Remember how you were wondering about where they could get their energy so far south? Eru 
showed me! You have to come and see! And the whole city is so funny! 
There was no visible reluctance on the part of Mikes guides, two male teachers who appeared to be 
somewhere in the hundred-year age range. Hoani knew these could never by themselves have enforced a 
travel prohibition on him; but the area was fairly crowded, they could have called for unlimited help, and 
becoming a fugitive in an unknown pattern of tunnels seemed very poor tactics for anyone as conspicuous 
as he was. He put the brief thought out of his mind; Wanakas commercial paranoia, or common sense, or 
whatever it was, must be getting to him, he suspected. 
They walked for nearly an hour, often downward, before the tunnel maze opened into a huge chamber in 
the coral-reinforced ice. This contained a vaguely mushroom-shaped object near its center that to Mikes 
surprise proved to be a model of the city. Numerous people, mostly elderly, crowded around it adding, 
removing, and shifting tiny icons, while talking rapidly to each other in what sounded like Maori words 
but were nearly incomprehensible to him. He guessed he was hearing professional jargon, as meaningless 
to an outsider as the orders of a football quarterback in a huddle or a landing-orbit controller with traffic 
in a meteor shower. 
The roughly hemispherical top of the mushroom, curved side up, presumably represented the iceberg. A 
change in color from white above to what Mike considered sky blue below evidently represented sea 
level; the volume above it was far smaller than that below. It had not been obvious, or at least Mike had 
not noticed, while they were still afloat that the water near the line had been as shallow as it seemed in the 
model. Probably wave action near the waters edge had created that shelf, he thought. Near the water line 
on the ice side of the boundary a set of eight tiny icons, one of them colored differently from the rest, 
presumably representedMata and the fleet. 
Never mind up there! Ao cried. Look at this up-and-down part. Remember, the scale changes right 
below the berg. The cylinders the important part. Mike, it goes down twenty kilometers, Eru says! Look 
at the water-sails! They use the currents to take the city where they want! 
Only in high enough latitudes, one of Hoanis guides interjected. If we get too low, the general current 
systems are too strong for the random ones to overcome. Near the ice cap the currents are mostly vertical, 
and spread out at the surface, of course, so we can pick and chooseor at least, good enough pilots can. 
Right now, were in some trouble; we shouldnt have come so far north. 
Why did you? Mike asked. Something to do with the gold-fish we ran into? 
The other shrugged. Well get an explanation sometime, when they figure out who should, or more likely 

who shouldnt, be blamed. It happens every few years. Theres a big file of excuses. Maybe the fish you 
just mentioned will figure in this one. I hadnt heard about ithe looked at his partner, who 
shruggedbut there are projects like that going on all the time. The general public doesnt usually hear 
about them unless and until they work, and job offers get posted. Mike nodded understanding, filed a 
large upward revision of his guess at Aorangis population and a superfluous confirmation of their 
humanity, and turned back to Ao and Eru. 
But what does this have to do with the energy? he asked. I dont see any connection between sailing 
the place and powering it enough to keep the air good, and if they used any sort of leaves, especially ones 
big enough to be useful this far south, Keo and I should have seen them. 
Ao didnt answer at once, though her expression suggested less that she couldnt than that she was 
marshaling words. Eru spoke first. 
The deep water is a lot warmer, of course, and we try to keep as closely as we can to freezing 
temperature around the upper city. I expect thats part of the trouble now. There are five different power 
systems Ive learned about in school so far, but they all depend on hot-water-is-down, cold-water-is-up. 
Ao started to fill in details, with some help from Mikes escorts. At some other time, Mike would have 
been impressed again at her learning speed, but all he could say now was, I get it. Thanks, kiyoung 
teachers. 
The whole thing seemed straightforward enough. The heat below must be carried into the cylindrical 
mushroom stem, which presumably was not made of ice, through some sort of exchanger, and vaporize a 
working fluid that operated turbines or other mechanical devices on the way up. These in turn worked 
electrical generators, possibly grossly mechanical but more probably solid-state devices or, perhaps even 
more likely, pseudolife equipment. As long as there was a heat source and a heat sink, the engineering 
details mattered little. The sink must be ocean water, Mike reflected, not only because it would be far 
more efficient than air, but because Keo and he could hardly have missed anything dumping a city power 
plants worth of warm-air exhaust during their examination of the surface, sketchy as that had been. 
And now, at least, they certainly wouldnt be using ice to cool their condensers. Not willingly, with their 
city melting around them. 
The teachers were adding detail as he thought, but both were using professional words Mike didnt 
understand very well; a modest knowledge of basic physics didnt make him either a chemist or an 
engineer. Ao finally seemed to realize this and dragged the party off to see the installations she had been 
talking about. Mike had to concede to himself that it was all interesting, but his mind kept wandering to 
other matters likewhen and how can we get out of here andhow much can I find out about this lost 
civilization before we do? Did their ship get here first, or last, or about the same time as the other 
colonists? I can see what kept them out of touch with the others, at least at first, of course. 

Shades of Rider Haggard! 
Hoani was, after all, a historian. But could he change or expand his thesis subject now? To put it mildly, 
his advising committee was not readily available for discussion. 
Actually seeing the power devices, which were a little lower in the iceberg, was only marginally 
interesting, since their internal workings werent visible and would probably not be comprehensible to 
him if they were. Also, Hoanis own thoughts were becoming more and more distracting. He finally, as 
politely as he could, pleaded fatigue, and requested guidance to his own quarters. The plea had some 
validity; the coral spicules they had noticed from the outside were smaller and closer together in the city, 
but a large fraction of any given tunnel floor was still ice. The low gravity allowed him to recover in time 
from each slip, but learning to walk in Aorangi was more complicated than in Muamoku. There it had 
been merely the gravity and the need for slow-response sea legs. 
The children went their way, and Mikes guides left him at his room with his thanks. 
And with his thoughts. No, hed have to stay and finish this job. But there was nothing to keep him from 
coming back later with a few partners like, say, engineers who could work out when the evolutionary 
branching of the equipment used in Aorangi from that on the warmer parts of Kainui had occurred. He 
could tie this in with 
No, he couldnt. He had a family whose members deserved some of his time, and he deserved some of 
theirs. Suddenly, for the first time since reaching the planet, he felt a surge of homesickness that took 
every bit of his attention from his surroundings. 
Joanie. Maui. 
He didnt really notice what he was eating. He was thinking too hard. Quite suddenly, and for many 
reasons, he now caredwhen he could leave Kainui. The sooner the better, language project done or not. He 
couldnt leave from this city; Muamoku was the only settlement on Kainui with homing lights bright 
enough to guide a ship coming in from space. No other was willing to commit the energy needed. Mike 
suspected that Muamoku was quite content to keep it that way, though probably not to the extent of 
actively interfering with the policies of other floating cities. 
So getting back to his hosts home port was the central problem. Hed have to learn Wanakas current 
feelings; it was possible that she was willing to stay here long enough to consummate the deal Hinemoa 
had outlined. The captains apparent approval might or might not have been sincere. If it were, he would 
have to think out some more tempting long-term profits to change her mind. It seemed unlikely that 
anything else would. 
Hed better start thinking right now, before seeking Wanaka and Keo. 

His third or fourth thought suggested that something else be done first. He didnt exactly jump at it, but 
after some minutes of brooding decided to give it a try. 
The room had a communicator for calling the office that had furnished his earlier guides. He was pretty 
sure he could find his way to the entrance they had used before, but didnt want anyone to think he was 
being secretive; he wasnt at all sure how far his hosts were prepared to go to keepMata and her crew on 
hand. It was obvious, of course, that he couldnt make off unaided with the ship, but the locals might be 
suspicious on general principles. At least, the ones involved in commerce probably would. 
Two guides, not the same as had accompanied him before, showed up in about a quarter of an hour, in 
sound armor as he had requested. Mike had already donned his own, and during the walk to the air lock 
rechecked the route very carefully. Once outside, he would have been perfectly happy to finish the trip on 
his own, but neither he nor his companions made the suggestion. His own motive was of course to avert 
suspicion; he wished he knew what that of the guides might be. Few words were spoken during the hike 
to where the ships lay, and none of those was really helpful. Mostly they had to do with the poor traction 
of Mikes armor shoes. 
There had been at least one storm since Wanakas crew had come inside;Mataitaliga s deck and cabin 
roof were crusted with hailstones. Mike had given an explanation of why he had wanted to visit the craft, 
but this would have been a better one. He broke out Aos shovel, slid the cover from the drinking 
breakers, and went to work. One of his guides offered to help with a shovel from a nearby ship, but Mike 
declined politely if absentmindedly. He had found more food for thought. 
The breakers were almost empty. 
XI 
Overtones 
This had not been the case when they had gone ashore. He filled them without comment, scraped the 
surplus hailstones overboard, stowed the shovel, and went to the air lock. The excuse he had given for the 
trip had been to get some of his own working materials. An unstated one was to check the reactions of his 
guides when he tried to enter the cabin alone. It was perfectly obvious that no adult could use the lockwith 
him; but would they let him go in first? Or follow at once, before he could do anything? Could they feel 
sure there was nothing he might do to which their officials might object? Were they simply and generally 
suspicious of him, and presumably also of his crewmates? Or completely indifferent to anything they 
might do? 
It was pretty obvious by nowat least to Wanaka, whose opinion tended to be contagiousthat Hinemoa 
was a trader, whatever she might have claimed. Mike had already gathered that traders were the principal 
diplomats in most Kainuian cities. It had been clear almost from the beginning that she was also of high 

rank in whatever sort of government Aorangi had. This did not, however, have to mean that the entire 
population of the place either knew of or fully agreed with whatever policy she and her fellow officials 
might have adopted. Telephones were common enough in the city, but Mike had not yet seen anything 
corresponding to a newspaper or vision broadcast in the place. Technologial development here, as 
elsewhere on the planet, had presumably been guided by what each original colony ship had had on board 
and what actions had been forced on their crews by circumstances at the time of arrival. 
Maybe he could fit more of this into his thesis after all. 
The state of the drinking breakers had increased his own Wanaka-type suspicions; what about his present 
guides? Should he have admitted noticing the diminished water store? Would his failure to comment 
causethem to wonder? Or would they put it down to his presumed lack of seamanship? He had made no 
secret of this when describing his Earthly upbringing to the assembled teachers. Or were they completely 
ignorant of the whole breaker business, even that the tanks had been full when the crew had left the ship? 
The guides glanced at each other as he opened the lock, but said nothing and made no effort to hold him 
back. That didnt necessarily mean much. It was not their ship, there were always the rules of 
courtesyMike suddenly realized that he had been remiss in failing to invite them inside; might not that 
make them suspicious?and it was hard in any case to see what mischief he could possibly do. 
He was back on deck with one of his record cases in a few moments, hoping that the brevity of the errand 
would excuse his discourtesy. Mike couldnt decide whether the guides were relieved or not. He waded 
ashorehe had flipped back his helmet when picking up the shovel, and now closed it again in proper 
routineand started back toward the city entrance. The others followed. 
He deliberately missed a turning on the way back, and was promptly corrected, but had no way of 
guessing whether the apparent slip relieved his guides or not. It might or might not have the effect of 
easing the obvious local policy of having him accompanied on all occasions, or of reinforcing it; either 
way he was no worse off. Once again he realized that he was picking up some of the mercantile paranoia 
of the captain. He didnt really like this, but just now it might be useful. 
He accepted guidance back to his room, thanked his escorts, and asked when the school would need him 
again. They didnt know, but said he would be called in plenty of time. He nodded, remarked that he 
might be in the captains and mates nearby quarters rather than his own, waved a dismissal, and 
thankfully went inside to doff his armor. He had become used to wearing it for over a day at a time during 
the large fraction of a local year since they had left Muamoku, but it was never really comfortable. People 
generally accepted that no really efficient recycling wear could be, but complaining was of course 
discourteous and likely to be answered with a shrug and the remark Grow your own, then. 
Waiting until his escort should be well out of sight, Hoani left his room again and went to the adjoining 
but unconnected apartment shared by captain and mate. Keo answered his knock at once, and gestured 
him to enter. Wanaka, seated at a worktable with chartscolumns of numbers rather than maps in the 
Earthly sensein front of her, looked up. Neither seemed surprised to see him, but his report of the 

drained water breakers caused them to look sharply at each other for a moment, then nod slowly. 
I wondered how theyd do it, the mate remarked. What dyou suppose theyll use for an excuse if we 
say anything? 
Doesnt matter. Theyll either have one, which will leave us free for a while longer, or they wont. In 
that case theyll either take our armor or simply lock us up. 
Evidently, Hoani decided, Wanaka had not been sincere in accepting Hinemoas trade proposal. She was 
intending to leave after all. 
Why should they bother with that, if theyve taken our water? he asked, and promptly wished he hadnt. 
Youve refilled the breakers already. If they drain them again, we can refill them at sea easily enough. 
There arent quite as many storms here in the high latitudes, but there are enough. 
Then why did they take the water at all? 
The captain smiled in a way Mike had not seen before. 
I am guessing. Id like to make sure Im right before we risk leaving, but dont see how I can. Have you 
seen Ao since we arrived? 
Mike reported in some detail his encounter with the children. The captain showed little interest in the city 
model or power information, though it became evident later that she had listened carefully. She had a 
higher priority. 
Did Ao have Oloa with her? I know she brought it into the city. 
Mike thought a moment. No. She must have left it at Erus home. All her talk was with Eru and me, 
except for courtesy to my guides. Id guess she didnt want to forget and talk to it. 
Keo spoke up. She wanted me to take it, earlier. I got the impression shed been embarrassed by 
something Eru said about it. Maybe I wasnt as sympathetic as I should have been. 
For the second time since Mike had known her, Wanaka used language that was plainly rude; this time he 
couldnt decipher it at all, but even her husband raised his eyebrows. 
Keo, get down to Erus home andcan you find it? 
Not without help. 

Then get help. Wanting to talk to her wont be suspicious. If no one answers when you get there you 
wont be able to go in, of course, but wait as long as necessary. If shes there alone, or comes back alone 
while youre waiting, make sure about the doll. If Eru or any of his family is there with her, tell her I need 
to see her, and while youre talking look around to see if the dolls in sight. Dont let Eru or 
Of course. Keokolo disappeared. 
Were leaving? Mikes words werent entirely a question. 
If we can. It depends on two things I dont know yet: just how the breakers were emptied, and whether 
we still have the doll. We could do without itmaybebut Id rather not. If the breakers were emptied 
through the regular drains, then these folks will probably take our armor or restrain us by force if they 
catch us trying to leave. If, as Im hoping, they punched holes, we may have a better chance. 
Mike raised an eyebrow himself, but didnt ask for more details. He was startled when the captain 
supplied them. 
Ihope they just punched holes in the breakers. It would mean they didnt expect them to heal. Did you 
know those seven ships weve seen are all the city has? 
Do you know that, or did they tell you? 
The captain gave him an approving glance, which rather worried Mike. If he were getting cynical enough 
to please Wanaka, maybe he was in trouble. He shouldnt be taking for granted that anything he was told 
was probably a lie. These traders 
There are no others around the city; the place they are lying seems to be the only port. The city is 
moving. How could the others, if there are any, find it? 
We asked about that before. 
And got an answer. Did you believe it? 
It seemed plausible to me, Mike evaded. 
Wanaka merely looked at him. He changed the subject. 
How do you expect to find Muamoku? 
Circle the world westward at its latitude, of course. 

And why couldnt these folks do just the same thing? 
You didnt notice, either? The captain looked rather smug. This city doesnt try to maintain 
latitude!Theyre quite casual about north and south drift. They worry about melting if they get much too 
far north, of course, since the town is made mostly of ice, but they certainly dont care about keeping their 
latitude range narrow enough to be useful for searching ships; remember the mists at this far south are 
even heavier than closer to the equator. 
Besides, theyve been too far north too recently; theyve lost a lot of city to melting 
Youve seen this, or just been told? 
Weve seen it! Weve seen the change in water line. 
All right, they have only a few ships. How does that connect with empty drinking breakers? 
But Wanaka simply smiled again. It seemed that Mike was not yet on full crew status. 
Keokolo was more than an hour returning from his errand, and Wanaka seemed to be worrying slightly 
about how close they were to sunset. When he returned, Ao was with him, but the doll was not. 
When the captain, clearly restraining her temper with an effort, asked where it was, the child replied that 
she didnt think shed need it on watch and had not wanted to bring it for fear of rousing suspicion, and 
she didnt want to carry it on the tour of the city because someone might wonder why anyone as old as 
she was would be carrying a doll around. Wanaka cooled down at once. Mike could guess the captains 
thoughts; the child was using her head. He wondered in passing whether games theory was a formal 
science on Kainui. With trading a major industry 
All right. Very good, in fact. Can you get back to Erus by yourself? 
Mau. 
Do it. Get Oloa and your armor, and tell them youre on watch tonight if you havent already. Can you 
get back to the ship on your own, too? Ao merely nodded this time. 
It doesnt look as though anyone gets stopped at the air lock, but if they worry about someone your age 
going out alone this close to sunset tell them youre on watch, and if theyre still bothered ask for 
someone to guide you so you can obey orders. You dont like admitting that youre too young to do 
without a guide, of course. Be insulted if you like, but not so much they bring you back here instead of to 
the ships. 
Ioe.Ao looked appropriately indignant. 

Well be with you somewhere around sunset, no later if we can help it. I wish I knew when that was; 
were farther south than Ive ever been, the tables dont give sunrise and sunset for latitudes greater either 
way than fifty. At least were close to the solstice, though. 
Check the water supply when you get there. If its downMike refilled it a little while agodont 
worry anddont try to refill it unless theres actually a storm going on. 
The girl looked indignant once more, but the remark about obeying orders had sunk in and she only 
nodded. Wanaka decided against having her repeat her commands and gestured toward the door. Ao 
disappeared. 
Now, Mike. Canyou find the air lock and the ship by yourself? 
Yes, Captain. No trouble. 
Good, because I think youll have to go last. Keo and I probably wont be noticed in armor, especially if 
we dont go together, but people will see and remember you. You have one of your note cases ashore? 
Good. Keo will go first, Ill follow in about ten minutes, you wait at least twenty more, then head back to 
the ship with your caseI hope theres just one? Or at least not more than you can carry? Good. Well 
hope no one wonders; maybe the fact that you took cases with you on other trips will keep them from 
wondering 
Theyre not all traders, I noticed, Hoani couldnt help remarking. I get the impression that most of 
them wouldnt know what I was doing. They just wouldnt care, except for congenital loafers, and there 
dont seem to be many of those on this world. Wanaka may not have interpreted the remark as a slur; at 
least, she let it pass. She put just one more question set. 
Did you notice whether the watch on the other ships were clearing hail while you were? 
They werent. 
Had they done it before you came? Were their decks clear? 
Mike strained his memory. Yes. They were. Maybe thats why the watch was there this time. 
And why not before? Whats changed since then? 
Were farther south. I dont know what else. 
There are fewer storms farther south, and a bigger change in buoyancy after a storm, because the basic 
surface salinity is greater the farther one gets from the tropical rain belt. It increases away from the 

equator, at least until we get to the neighborhood of the ice cap, where I suppose melting dilutes it again. 
She paused, eyed the man thoughtfully, then seemed to make a decision. 
Mike, you didnt think these folks weremaking awave come in at just the right time, did you? 
Ioh. Of course. No. They must change the citys buoyancy. They can raise and lower it. Not very far 
either way, Id guess, but two or three meters anyway. I must be twins; I couldnt be that stupid all by 
myself. You know, whoever is handling the buoyancy tanks right now must be very, very uptight. 
To Mikes relief, he had gotten slightly ahead of Wanaka. 
Why? 
Because the tanks must be big enough to lower or raise the city far enough to be useful even when all its 
normal floating ice is present. Right now, letting them fill too full could submerge everythingand if the 
sea gets to the air lock therell be more than buoyancy tanks getting filled. Im sure they must have some 
emergency way to forestall that, but they wont like to use it, any more than youd like to see all of 
Muamokus floats submerged. 
Wanaka nodded slowly. Mike had an alarming thought. 
Captain, you wouldnt try to 
Of course I wouldnt. In the first place, I wouldnt kill anyone, let alone a whole city. In the second, 
whatever happens to getMata back to sea will have to happen with all four of us aboard. Im simply 
assuming that Hinemoa wont let us go, which is pretty obvious, you must admit. 
Mike was somewhat relieved that she had put the first and second items in that order, but said nothing. He 
had little chance, actually; there was a knock at the coral door. Mike was closest to it, and opened it at 
Wanakas nod. As they had expected, it was Ao. As they had not, it was also Hinemoa and Eru. 
Wanaka as usual controlled her expression perfectly. Mike hoped that his own was less readable to the 
native. The latter spoke at once. 
Captain, how many children can you carry? 
Whywell, for how long? 
With good luck, about two days. With bad, indefinitely. 
Matacan feed and breathe about four more of Aos mass without overloading oxygen and food 
equipment, Id say. Im guessing, because this far south our leaf doesnt get as much power. Why? 

Were launching in just under two hours, carrying as many childen as we can. 
Why? Or would you rather not say? 
Id rather not, but I will. Were making an emergency drop of the bottom kilometer of the city shaft, so 
as to float higher. Were getting close to the ice cap. We have to reach it to get more ice, but from here on 
south the ocean gets less salty because of the melting cap, so well be settling. Theres no saying just how 
far. We cant lift any higher without the drop because of melting lossMike must have noticed when 
they showed him the city chart that there was a lot less than a tenth of the volume above water. 
Mike made no comment since he had in fact failed to notice this, but Hinemoa wasnt asking for 
confirmation and anyway he was busy translating. She went on, We cant risk settling far, so some 
weight has to go, and weve already dropped all our regular ballast. Whats come in on the last few loads 
hasnt been processed into slugs we can handle rapidly, and even if we added yours, which I hope you 
realize is still yours, there wouldnt be enough to make a difference. Once weve made the drop therell be 
no way to get the ships off, assuming it does lift us as far as it should. Were launching as many people as 
we can, and if we dont lose the city, hoping to take them back in a couple of days when weve started to 
gather cap ice. The times this happened before we came through all right, but were not taking chances. 
Of course, agreed the captain. 
So get your people aboard pronto. Eru wants to go with you if youre willing. Other children are being 
selected and siblings separated, and will come along. You can take three besides Eru, you say. 
Mike was not a hero by instinct, but there are some things a civilized adult cant, and some things he or 
she simply must, do. He answered without translating for or consulting with the captain. 
Add three more toMata s load. They wont use more food or air than I do, and Im not important in 
handlingMata . 
Hinemoa showed no expression. Good. We can use your muscle here. Since Eru is going, my husband 
and I will stay, of course. Captain, you and your crew get to your ship and prepare for launch. Your other 
passengers will be brought to the harbor. Mike translated the order and reported his offer. Wanaka 
showed no surprise, either. Keo gripped his hand briefly but said nothing. 
The tricky part will be submerging just enough for launch, was Hinemoas parting remark. If we dont 
overshoot on that, there shouldnt be any trouble later. Well get ready for the drop, then sink just 
enoughwe hopeto let the fleet off, and immediately let go of the shaft segment. Dont wait for orders 
or warning; go out with the spill. In a minute or two after that youll know whether a standby or a hunt for 
another city is in order. She gestured to Mike to follow her, and left. 

Fortunately there was no need to descend nineteen kilometers, or even to the bottom of the ice part of the 
city. In another large cavern a few hundred meters below the city model dozens of washers, presumably 
of some variety of coral, obviously not ice for several reasons, nearly covered the ice floor. Each was 
about five meters across. The floor was more than usually reinforced with coral also, to what depth Mike 
could only guess; he had no way of telling how much of the twenty-kilometer shafts weight was 
counteracted by buoyancy, though obviously it couldnt all be. The ice partmushroom cap of the 
modelclearly had to be at the top. 
Each washer supported a half-meter-thick rod, apparently of the same material. The top of each of these 
was threaded, with a huge capstan shaped like a wing nut keeping it in place. 
Four of the nuts were pointed out to the crew of men standing by. One of these said loudly, Those are 
the ones to unwind. We have to get them off all the way; the actual release is remotely controlled and is 
down at the separation point. These are simply safety backups. Mike wondered for a moment why he 
was explaining this to natives as well as to him, then realized these were probably a group selected for 
muscle rather than a permanent emergency crew. The work started, with six men at each side of each 
wing nut. 
Hoani had supposed he could do the work of two or maybe three, but had forgotten his traction problems; 
the others wore studded boots. The foreman saw the difficulty, but a glance convinced him that looking 
for anything to fit the visitors feet would be a waste of time. 
Fortunately the threads were well lubricated, and the capstans were free in less than a quarter hour. 
Nothing visible now supported the projecting rods. Everyone backed away from them and watched 
tensely. 
The people at the main release controls, whoever and wherever they were and however the controls 
themselves worked, were holding the buck. Until the rods vanished 
After a reasonable time of suspense, they did vanish. There was no way for Mike to tell whether they 
were encased in pipes or wider shafts or anything at all, and the sounds that accompanied their departure 
werent informative, but he thought he could feel a slight and brief upward acceleration. 
The end of the tense silence suggested that others had felt it, too. There was no shouting or cheering, 
though most of the danger was presumably over; but conversation resumed. At the foremans order, all 
started up the ramps. 
Mike assumedno, hopedthat he had merely not felt the much smaller acceleration when the city had 
settled to allow the launch. If for some reason that had not occurred, and the ships were still in the harbor, 
of course, it stillmight not be a catastrophe; the launching had been merely a worst-scenario precaution, 
after all. It would bother Wanaka, though. There would be no way foranyone to get to sea, as far as Mike 
knew, until tons upon tons of replacement ballast had been collected and processed. Of course, water for 

the control tanks might now be enough; there was no telling without a supply of numbers he didnt have. 
And preparing the other ballast would take a very long time, considering how much would obviously be 
needed and how slowly it would be collected. 
He felt quite sure, now, what the ballast was. 
He wondered what Wanaka would do if the launch had indeed taken place. If she decided to get away, 
leaving Mike behindthis somehow seemed improbableit was unlikely that anyone would follow, 
unless someone badly wanted to recover the children. He knew the basic planet-wide customs pretty well 
now, and Aorangi seemed to be following them fairly closely as far as family matters were concerned, but 
couldnt feel quite what the reaction would be this time. The people could be sure the kids were safe 
enough, except for the normal risks of the sea, but they didnt seem enthusiastic about contact with the 
temperate-zone cities. 
Dont worry, idiot. Theres nothing you can do about it now. It would be nice to get home again 
sometime, though. 
The group paused in the cavern of the city model; apparently everyone regardless of profession could read 
its various symbols. He was encouraged to see that the icons he had interpreted as ships were no longer 
visibleencouraged, since it seemed likely that if this implied anything worse than a successful launch 
there would be a lot more general excitement. 
Quite sure that he could now find his way from here to the entrance, he unobtrusively left the crowd and 
made his way into the tunnel maze. He managed not to get lost. 
As he approached the air lock he found a large crowd of people, mostly men and unarmored like himself, 
going in the same direction. He began once more to wonder, since about half of them seemed to be 
carrying hail shovels. 
It couldnt be an emergency; while noise armor was not really needed in airthe thunder was a nuisance 
above water, but not the deadly menace the overpressure waves from the core-ocean interface represented 
to a swimmer. Something must be expected, though. He saw no sign of Hinemoa anywhere, and of course 
didnt want to look foolish to anyone ignorant of his background, so he simply went with the crowd. It 
could be that they just wanted to make sure the ships with their children were all right, but there seemed 
far too many people here to be only the parents, or even uncles, aunts, and adult cousins, of the youngsters 
who could possibly have fit in eight vessels, even if only one child from each family had been launched. 
Besides, that didnt explain the shovels. 
Outside, the crowd didnt even head toward the lake. It divided, with very little conversation, into five 
streams, each fanning out in a different direction. Mike joined one of these, and shortly found himself in a 
crowd of somewhat over a hundred people assembled around one of the hail-filled craters he, Keo, and 

Ao had found on their first walk and blamed on lightning. 
It was not, however, filled with hail now; it was a gaping hole of indeterminate depth. 
There was plenty of hail on the ground; there had, after all, been at least two storms sinceMata s original 
arrival, and very probably more. The shovels went to work at once, and loose hail began to vanish into the 
pit. Mike could only watch and wonder. 
In a few minutes it became evident why there were fewer shovels than men; the latter tired fairly 
quicklyonce again, it was plain that only a small fraction of the citizens could be sailorsand the tools 
changed hands often. Hoani, seeing nothing complicated about whatever was going on, began to take 
turns himself. This seemed to be appreciated, but after he had slipped and fallen two or three times 
someone suggested that he work a little farther from the pit. It was not, after all, necessary to hurl each 
shovelful all the way every time, and if he went in himself it would delay matters seriously, they pointed 
out. 
Most of the hail by now was too far from the edge for anyone, even Mike, to toss it all the way. 
Throwingtoward the hole was enough; someone else could make the next toss. 
The basic ice had been cleared of hail for a radius of fully two hundred meters when Hinemoa found him. 
Thanks, she said. I didnt know where youd gone, but youre being about as useful as you could have 
been anywhere. 
Whats going on here, anyway? You dont need all this water for the city. 
Not as water, but we need the ice. The shafts take it down about a kilometer. It gets drained, packed, and 
shoved outside. The lump floats up and catches on the bottom of the ice section. Any meltwater, plus any 
that gets in through the lock while the ice is going out, drains to a lower tank and vines take it back to the 
top and dump it into the sea at the edge. 
Vines? Oh, I see. Sap rising. I should have guessed. I wonder why we didnt see them when we were 
sailing around the city. Plantstrees most impressivelydo it on Earth. Osmosis or capillary? 
Osmosis, usually, but were always trying to design better vines. Better hand that shovel to someone 
else; even you must get tired sometime. 
Rather gratefully Mike obeyed. 
I take it the launch went all right. Oh, yes. And weve found a good current and are moving faster 
toward the edge of the cap. The hailstones are helpful, but wait until you see how we do it with the floe 
ice. The big chunks are hard to get up to this height; its lucky ice is slippery. They lose a lot less to 

melting than the hail does, though. Within a year or so well have the bottom of the city cap replenished, 
and be on our way to replacing the emergency ballast. What do you think we could offer your captain for 
her supply? 
Mike was speechless for some seconds. He had been almost sure before, as several pieces of formerly 
disconnected information had joined up, but had not expected confirmation from Hinemoa, of all people. 
Hed have to start ridding himself of the Wanaka Conviction. 
The gold? You do use gold for ballast. 
What else would tonnes of it be good for? A couple of kilograms would keep the pseudolife designers 
happy for a year. I know the stuff is pretty, but how much could the people of one city use up in jewelry? 
Why do you think we grow gold-fish at all, and try to keep improving them? 
I really must be twins, Hoani muttered again, more softly this time. Hinemoa looked slightly puzzled, 
but did not ask for an explanation. Courtesy again; the man had obviously not been speaking to her. He 
recovered himself after a moment. 
Then you have other gold-fish. Why were you so concerned about this one? 
The others are moored to the city, cant get as deep as wed like or wander as far as wed like, so they 
collect very slowly. This one had a modification that was supposed to guide it back to the edge of the ice 
cap. It didnt work as well as wed hoped. Thats another reason were grateful to your captain; wed 
actually given up hope of getting it back. We recovered the guiding equipment from the fish the first time 
you helped us find it. 
Mike felt he might be getting cured of the traders paranoia he had been acquiring from Wanaka. 
Hinemoa couldnt be lying; everything fitted so perfectly and made so much sense. This place should 
certainly be trading with the temperate-zone cities, though it was a little hard to see just now what either 
had that the others might want very badly. Cities riding on normally grown floats certainly didnt need 
gold or much of anything else for ballast; Aorangi, with its thermal-gradient power source, didnt need 
other metals for battery electrodes even if its latitude made pseudolife photo-synthesizers relatively 
ineffective. But at least, neither could really have anything it needed to keep secret from the others. The 
city rulers would realize that even if the traders didntif they were different people. 
How is any guide method supposed to work onthis world? he asked. There is no long-distance 
communication, and nothing is going to do celestial navigation from kilometers under the sea, certainly. 
A smeller like the one we thoughtMalolo had picked up wouldnt work at any great depth in your thermal 
and salinity turbulence. How? 
Hinemoa smiled, perhaps regretfully. 

Sorry. Fraid I cant tell you, she answered. 
XII 
Echo 
And Hinemoa reallymust be a city official, not just a trader. So much for reason. Mike changed the 
subject, but not because he wanted to. 
When do the ships dock again? he asked. 
Not until we have a good supply of ice away from the cap and down where its useful. Half a year, 
maybe. 
But 
You said the ships. Well have the children back inside the lock in a few days. They have their noise 
armor, and can swim from the ships. The crews will have to stay aboard, of course; we cant afford to lose 
any vessels. It takes a long time to grow new ones, and some parts cant be replaced at all. The ship seeds 
are incomplete, though Im afraid I cant tell you in just what way. 
Howoh, all right. How aboutwhy ? Just plain bad design? 
Hinemoa looked thoughtful for a moment. Then, Well, youre not a sailor any more than I am and I 
wont give details, but I dont think its possible to design a seed which will grow every single bit of a 
ship or any other complicated machine. Werent you and your crew lucky to have salvaged a good deal of 
your original ships equipment? Didnt you need to use more than one seed, anyway? Could you have 
replacedeverything in life support, for example? 
I dont know. I got the impression that Wanaka and Keo werent too worried, but maybe that was 
because wedid have all the stuff we couldnt grow. 
Id almost guarantee it was. I wont be any more specific, but we can grow all the new hulls and sails 
and paint we want. They just wouldnt be very useful at sea. 
Maybe Wanaka can supply the seeds you need. If she cant from our present stock, surely she could get 
them from Muamoku or any other of the temperate-zone cities. I dont suppose theyd charge anymore 
than the traffic will bear. 
I doubt very much that they could, but Im not going to tell you why. 

Because you dont want anyone to know just what youre lacking? I suppose because theywould charge 
the ocean for it? 
Hinemoa shook her head negatively. 
They couldnt supply it. And now, no more discussion. I may have said too much already. I know youre 
not a sailor but I dont know all your background, and I have mixed feelings about how worried I should 
be. Why dont you go back to your quarters and get some food and sleep? Were going to ask you to help 
move ice later on, if whatever loyalty you feel to your captain allows it, and it will be hard work even for 
you. 
You said we were approaching the ice cap. Id like to have a look at that first, if theres no objection. 
Thats all right. Ill be busy; you can find your quarters by yourself, I gather. 
Sure. No problem. 
Hinemoa nodded, gestured a farewell, and took a shovel from a nearby laborer. Mike glanced at the suns, 
estimated their height above the invisible horizon, and made his way south. This happened to be the 
current direction of the lake-cum-harbor, which was nearly enough empty so that swimming and wading 
across seemed easier than going around. The icebergs treacherous footing emphasized the preference. 
Whenever possible he worked his way uphill, and eventually found himself able to see the waters edge in 
every direction. 
This had not been the case earlier; much of the edge of the berg had been hidden behind closer ice 
hummocks even from its highest points. Now, he realized, the city was riding considerably higher than 
before and much that had been under water was now exposed. The sea was farther away. 
Just coming into view through the haze was the ice cap. He had assumed it would be about at water level, 
since what had frozen at the ocean surface could hardly be sunk very far by hail landing on it and would 
presumably be melted from below by warmer and saltier water about as fast as the hail piled up above. 
This was true enough, but the equilibrium did bring the ice sheets surface half a meter or soa little 
more in placesabove the water. This meant, he realized, extremely large and heavy fragments to haul 
aboard the berg and slide to the collection pits. With, it seemed, nothing but muscle power. 
Hinemoa was right; hed better get food and sleep. He had no trouble in finding either the air lock or, once 
inside that, his former quarters, and never knew just how long he slept. He was awakened by Aos 
shaking his shoulder. He sat up in some surprise. 
Youre back already? Hinemoa said you youngsters would have to swim. 

Most of us did. A few stayed on the ships. Im going back pretty soon, but the captain wanted me to talk 
with you. 
Important, I expect. 
She says so. At least, she wants you to tell me anything you think is important thats happened since the 
launch. 
I dont know for certain whats important. Shes right about there being only seven ships in their fleet. 
Hinemoa admitted they couldnt make more, but wouldnt say why. They use their gold mainly for 
ballast, to keep the low end of the city pointing down. You can see how much theyd need for that. 
Tonnes and tonnes. No other city could use even a tiny part of what they have to collect, and Aorangi 
needs that badly so I dont see yet what theyd trade any of it for. If Muamoku or any other city were 
collecting gold itself, thenmaybe something could be worked out, but these people have a lot of gold-fish 
tethered to the city and except for times like right now they always have plenty for themselves. 
All right. Ill tell her all that. Anything else? And do you think youd have a chance to swim back toMata 
? Or would they try to keep you? Or cant you guess because they havent said anything about it to you? 
Mike thought for a moment, and answered very slowly, still thinking between words. 
I dont know whether theyll care if I get away. Hinemoa told me a lot, and may have been assuming Id 
never be able to pass it on. Perhaps well find out when she doesnt letyou go back. 
Theres another point, though. If I stay, I might be able to find out some of whatever Hinemoa wouldnt 
tell me. If whatever holds them down to such a small fleet turns out to be something Muamoku can 
provide, therewould be a good trading base. I think Id better stay at least until the ships can dock again, 
and find out all I can in the meantime. Tell Wanaka that, anyway. If youre back here soon because they 
wont let you off the iceberg, well think of something else.Pono?  
Pono, Kahuna. If they wont let me go back to the ship Ill come right back here to tell you, and we can 
think some more. If youre not here Ill leave a note and then go looking for you. The child left before 
Mike could think of a good way to thank her for the compliment. He rather feared she might be praising 
his skill at mercantile intrigue. 
He was awake now anyway, decided hed probably slept long enough, and ate again slowly and 
thoughtfully. It seemed likely that his muscles would be wanted by now, and while he might possibly 
come up with something useful just sitting here thinking, it seemed a safer bet that hed pick up 
worthwhile information from company. Also, it might be a good idea to do some more heavy labor; there 
was no telling what this gravity might have done to his muscles by now. 
He donned his armor and opened the door, to be met by another child who had apparently been waiting 

patiently for him. 
You can pull better with these, Hinemoa thinks, the youngster said as he handed the man a pair of wellspiked 
soles evidently designed to strap to his armor boots. 
Thanks, I probably can. Should I wear them inside, or not until Im out of the city? 
Now is all right. The floors will heal. Shall I show you the way? 
Thank you, I know it. But stay with me if you like. Is the ice being brought in? Do they need me? 
Yes. Your strength will help a lot more than mine, but Ill go and help, too. 
Aorangi was only a couple of hundred meters from the ice pack by nowactually much less, Mike 
realized as he remembered the very shallow slope of the submerged ice. Several large chunks showing 
above the water between city and ice sheet were clearly being supported by something underneath, and 
were being towed and pushed by waders rather than swimmers. Everyone he could see, even his young 
guide, he now noticed, was equipped with the same extra-traction equipment the youngster had brought 
him; it was evidently not a special-order job after all. 
He learned very little during the next several hours, since very little was being said by anyone. He kept an 
eye out for Ao, but didnt see her. No ships were visible, but the water was probably too shallow for 
them between city and pack ice, he guessed. Ao might, of course, have been confined in some way to 
keep her out of his sight, but he managed to keep from worrying about the possibility. There were many 
children helping with the transportation, especially close to the cap where the loads were deeper in the 
water and closer to floating, but most of them seemed older than Ao. 
Hed listen and think, since the muscle work didnt interfere with either, until someone relieved him. This 
determination resulted in his putting in a very full days work. He was beginning to wonder if they might 
let him work until dropped when someonenot Hinemoawho had been near him for several hours told 
him that it was up to him to decide when he needed food or rest; the job was organized only in the sense 
that everyone knew what had to be done. He thanked his informant and returned to his quarters. There 
was a brief note there, in something less than perfect spelling: No trouble. Im going back toMata again. 
Were to the west. Get to us even if you have to sneak away, the captain says. No people on the shore 
there, but some of the other ships are around. If you think you can swim far enough, get in the water out 
of their sight. Dont wait for night if you can help it. Youll be hard to recognize swimming anyway. 
Mike wondered how long ago the message had been left, how long the captain might be willing to wait 
for him, what she was planning, and whether he should take a chance on swimming in his present state of 
fatigue. The thought of nearly three thousand kilometers of water below influenced his decision, for no 
good reason since his armor would keep him afloat anyway and he could drown just as readily in two 
meters. He ate lightly, rested for an hour, and then sought the outdoors again. 

Sneaking was not really necessary. There were, as he already knew, several pits being served by the ice 
carriers. People were traveling in many directions between the holes and the source to the south, and no 
one showed any suspicion of him even when he passed the westernmost pit and kept on going. The 
Aorangi people evidently knew that what they were doing was important and didnt believe in letting 
themselves be distracted from it. 
It was a long walk; Aorangi had risen some distance in the water, and the shore was averaging at least 
half a kilometer farther than before from the center. Once past the hummocky central area that Mike was 
now sure had never been submerged he could see a wide stretch of ocean and, fairly soon, four of the 
ships, drifting with sails down or possibly, he realized, at anchor. They were spread far enough apart to 
make the invisibility of the others reasonable. 
The northernmost of the four he could see was easily recognizable asMata , leaving the suspicion that the 
other three were all still farther north. Heading in that direction until the nearby ones were out of sight 
would be pointless if that were the case; hed merely come in sight of the others. He might as well start 
swimming from here. After a little thought he removed his traction soles, and after a little more ran their 
straps through his tool belt; they might be needed again if he had to come back ashore. 
After his first step toward the sea, he thought the time might already have come; he slipped and fell at 
once. He snatched the coral spikes that were also still in the belt, but by the time he had them properly in 
his grip, the grip was inadequate. Even with the shallow slope of the ice and Kainuis feeble gravity, he 
had picked up enough speed to tear them from his hands as he jabbed them into the ice, and just barely 
had time to close his helmet before reaching the water. 
He wondered what Wanaka would say about that. She, or at least someone aboardMata , had certainly 
seen him; the larger sail was already rising and the bows turning toward him. In less than five minutes, he 
judged, he was climbing aboard. If anyone on the nearest Aorangi vessel had noticed him, the fact was not 
yet evident. 
Greetings were brief. Both sails were now up, and the bows pointing almost northwest. Even this seemed 
unnoticed from the other ships. Didnt they care, or did they merely lack relevant orders? There was no 
point in asking Wanaka or Keo, presumably, but perhaps Ao might have heard something to explain it 
while she was ashore. Hed ask later, if the little one when she came down from her station didnt bring 
the matter up herself. 
Their course puzzled Mike, who now knew enough to recognize that this was not the top-speed heading. 
He did ask about this, since it seemed a perfectly reasonable question. 
Im hoping the gold-fish is still afloat, and well have time to pick up more, was the answer. 
I thought we had a pretty good load now. 

No. We were asked to put the rest of it ashore before the last launch, and nearly all our other metal as 
well. 
And were getting them some more? Didnt Ao tell you they had a lot of tethered fish? 
Yes. Its not for them. Im hoping to getus some more. 
Mike, reverting to type, didnt ask why, but did have another question. Since we dont know its still 
there, how long will we look for it? 
One day. Then close enough to pure north to reach Muamoku latitude as soon as possible. 
Mikes relieved feelings must have showed on his face, but the captain didnt seem to notice. He asked 
permission to sleep and went to the cabin without thinking to ask about the water supply. The trivial 
thought did slip across his consciousness that the captain obviously would never say up north. Kainuian 
charts werent pictorial. 
He learned, after waking up many hours later, that the breakers had been essentially full this time; there 
seemed to have been no effort to drain them again and, he was told, no evidence that the previous 
emptying had been done by violence. The drain taps must have been used, and since Mike himself had 
found them closed, shut again by whoever had done the job. That left another minor question or two: why 
had it been done at all in the first place, and why not again? 
It did not occur, and never would have occurred, to Mike that Wanaka and Keo had only his own report as 
evidence that the tanks had ever been emptied at all, or that the captain would ever have allowed mere 
courtesy to interfere with getting the answer to an obviously important question, or even that she would 
have regarded the term mere courtesy as an oxymoron like only theory. 
Aorangi had made a great deal of progress south while they were there. They had sailed for several days 
longer than on the fish-to-city trip when Oloa told them that they were in the neighborhood of the gold 
source. To Wanakas unconcealed delight, this was still afloat and took less than four hours to find. 
Ao was left at the masthead this time, with Mike on deck and only the other two mining. Now that they 
knew the system, however, things went much faster. The fish still showed no signs of imminent 
submersion when they had taken aboard all they dared; Mike wondered whether another design flaw was 
showing up or merely that its leaves were slower picking up energy this far south. He raised the question, 
but no one could either choose between the possibilities or suggest a better one. 
Then at last atMata headed north. Not exactly north, but a compromise between best sailing speed and 
shortest distance to the desired parallel, as directed by the doll. Aos time on the masthead had been 
wasted; there had been no sign of another ship. 

Mike hinted once or twice, but Wanaka offered no explanation why she had collected a cargo with no 
obvious use. He did not resent the time spent at the fish, however, even though he was having 
increasingly frequent spells of homesickness. For one reason, he had now been fully and formally 
accepted into the crew, would receive an appropriate if rather small share of the trips profits, and there 
were plenty of worlds where gold, for various historical and technological reasons, still had significant 
exchange value. The expense of interstellar travel came mostly from paying off ship construction 
mortgages; time of flight meant more to freight charges than mass of cargo. 
There was one world he knew of less than a hundred parsecs from Kainui where most of the value of any 
art form stemmed from its permanence. Maybe Wanaka knew about this, too, but Mike as usual chose not 
to ask. It was not, he told himself, merely that it was embarrassing to have something explained to him 
when he should have figured it out for himself; there was the triumph of actually figuring it out for 
himself. 
Even he was beginning to feel bored when Oloa reported that they were at Muamokus latitude, andMata 
pointed her bows westward. For all they could know eastward might have been better, but there was no 
way to tell. The city might have been just out of sight in the haze in either direction, or halfway around 
the planet. As the doll would have said and even Ao now understood too well to ask, One equation, at 
least three unknowns. West was the standard way to go in that stage of a navigation problem, because 
cities in general had an eastward drift and the odds were slightly in favor of a shorter trip if ships went to 
meet them. 
Matas crew settled down to an almost unvarying, though busy, routine. The tacks were short, since the 
wind came generally from the northwest, and they did not want to be carried farther than city-spotting 
distance from the parallel they were following. Ao spent most of her waking time at the masthead, 
though it seemed very unlikely that she would sight anything for which Wanaka would want to dump any 
of the goldthough maybe, Hoani thought, she hoped to trade some of it for something of more certain 
value. That would presumably be to ships of other cities. If she had told even her husband about what was 
in her mind, which Mike considered most probable, the mate had been equally secretive. 
It was unlikely that they would meet any homeward bound Muamoku craft, of course, since these would 
be traveling in the same direction and at comparable speed. Mike had no way of guessing the chances of 
encountering representatives of any other city. The two they had seen prior to the Aorangi event had both 
been met in the first few days of their now nearly year-long trip, which would discourage even the most 
inexperienced and optimistic statistician from risking a public opinion. 
They had been tracing the parallel for over four weeks of Kainui days when Ao did sight a ship, 
however. Wanaka and Keo eyed it carefully, since Ao had not reported its course along with its presence; 
maybe it was actually bound for Muamoku as well. 
But it wasnt. Ao had not reported the course because it was hove to, and she hadnt been able to believe 
her eyes. 

What sort of fish? the captain finally called. 
The child still hesitated, but finally, I cant see any, came back. 
Thats silly. Why else would anyone be hove to in the daytime? 
I dont know, but I cant see anything but the ship itself. 
The adults fell silent. Mike had an idea, but details were still coming together and he didnt dare announce 
it yet.Mata s crew simply stared, all but Hoani with minds as open as their eyes. 
No signal flags, the child finally reported. 
Mike almost spoke. Wanaka did. Not pirates, I hope. How many on deck, can you see? 
Just one. It lookswell, Id say young. Maybe my size. I cant be sure, because I dont know how big 
the ship is. 
There were a number of clicks that he felt must be audible as drifting items connected in Mikes brain. He 
forced himself to speak. 
Therell be someone else out to take the tiller in a few moments, he said. Wait and see. Theyll turn on 
an intercept heading after that happens. 
Youre sure? Youknow theyre pirates? asked Keo. 
Im about ninety percent sure of what I said, but Im equally sure theyre not pirates. 
Why? Who or what are they? What do you think they want of us? Wanaka asked. 
Put your trading hat on. You wanted gold, when we first met them. 
You think these arebut I wanted tosell gold. Then I found out no other city would want to buy it; its 
good for nothing but ballast, and regular cities can use sea water if they need that. 
But youve thought of another use for it, or you wouldnt have collected another load. I dont know what 
you have in mind, but you wouldnt have mined that fish again just for jewelry. 
But these folks wouldnt know what I have, and if they dont know and come for us anyway, they dont 
care. How do you know they arent pirates? 

You havent recognized that ship yet? 
Recognized it? How? The captains eyes turned back to the other craft. Two more peopleadults 
this timehad appeared on its deck, and one had taken the tiller from the child. The other was working 
sails, and it was already moving towardMata . Mike allowed himself to smile, and went on. 
I dont know very much about Kainui ships, so I cant guess what the chances are of two looking so 
much alike, but this one is a single-outrigger just like the Aorangi ones. It has its leaf deployed, you can 
see; why would that leaf be so much smaller than ours? 
Why would they have a leaf at all? Aorangi, if thats what youre trying to tell us this is, uses a different 
power system! 
Which they cant use on their ships; it takes up a lot of their city and would act as a sea anchor. Their 
gold-fishdid have leaves, remember. Why do they have so few ships? Why do those ships stay so close to 
their city except in emergencies? Having a spread of boats around the city to help slightly off course 
homing ships doesnt apply to them. They even gave up early in their search for the very important 
wandering fish we found. 
Where did this one get the leaf it has? 
From you; remember? You gave them a clipping of ours, and told them how to feed it. Its still growing. 
Thats if they werent able to modify one of their own leaves on short notice. 
I didnt think a ships leaf would be much use to them that far south. I was just impressing them with 
what we could do. 
Itwasnt much use to themthat far south. They were taking chances now on breathing equipment, 
though not on food; you can see the plant trays. Im guessing those three peopleone of them a 
childare all that there are on board. Look again, Captain. Thatis the ship Hinemoa was using, paint 
pattern and all. ItsKoku . Ask Ao. 
The captain didnt. But why? Andhow under Kaihapa? 
Why? Because theyre either still having an emergency or have spotted an opportunity. How? How did 
they get so precisely to Muamokus latitude? How did they dare this time to come so far from Aorangi? 
And, as part of the same question, why do they have so few ships? Want a good, solid guess? 
Yes! Of course! Theyre getting close. 
They have their own version of Oloa. I dont know what its built into, but they have inertial systems 
and computers at least good enough to handle navigation problems. 

Then why arent they traveling all over Kainui? 
Because they have only a few of them, and cant make more. Theyve never had moreat least not 
many more; they may have lost some ships down through the years, I suppose. I expect what they have 
was on their original colony ship. Just like your people, they used what was available. They had 
pseudolife skills, an ocean, and a lot of ice, and all the carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and other light elements 
anyone could ask. They needed a power source, and circumstances steered them in the temperaturedifference 
direction, so eventually they had to hug the ice cap. Sort of like Earth; we headed in a direction 
that let us develop and get addicted to heat-engine technology. That set us to finding better and better 
ways to make and use heat enginespowered by nonrenewable fuels. I wonder if they had a period when 
they used mercury instead of gold for ballast? Id like to study that part of their history. Golds more 
plentiful than mercury in the universe, but maybe not this near the surface of the ocean here 
Youre wandering, Hoani. 
Sorry. Back to why you should get into trading mode. Theyd like to have more ships. To them, that 
means more inertial systems. Theyd never be patient enough to circumnavigate the planet every time 
they lost track of home, just as an Earth native now would never, except in really unusual circumstances, 
have the patience to spend weeks crossing a continentI hope you know what that is. 
Ive had some history. 
They cant get silicon on this world; its compounds arent soluble enough in your acid ocean. Maybe you 
should devise traveling fish; you could give them real guidance systems nowthough I suppose they still 
wouldnt know where to go to find their cities. Aorangi wants to trade for silicon, Id bet all I have but my 
family, and so far at least Muamoku is the only place they can do their trading. Nowhere else has physical 
offworld contact. They probably do know that gold has trade value on other worlds, even if its only to 
provide a value scale. Whether theyll pay more for raw silicon or finished navigation units I wouldnt 
guess; youre the expert in that field. Either way I can see Muamoku and one Captain Wanaka doing 
rather well for themselves and quite a few other people. So, Captain, I suggest againget into trading 
mode. They can see your ship is carrying cargo. I doubt that they know or care what it is, but theyre not 
stupid and must realize that their gold-fish is the most likely place for you to have found it. They should 
see no reason for you to distrust them; was a single one of your suspicions about what they were trying to 
do ever really confirmed? Think it overquickly. Theyre almost here. What are you going to say to 
Hinemoa? 
Nothing, cut in Ao placidly. Hinemoa isnt there. 
Three faces quizzed the child silently, and a triumphant expression appeared around her mask. 
Thats Eru, was her completely adequate explanation. 

Heave to, Keo dear, was Wanakas response. Maybe theyre not even traders. Its surprising they even 
have any; I wonder where Hinemoa got her skill. Aorangi shouldnt know what trading is. 
She was wrong, of course. Mike had little time to think independently for the next few hours of 
translation, but it did occur to him that in a city that must contain several thousand people there should be 
plenty of opportunity to acquire sales competence without developing a foreign trade. 
The seeming fact that nobody had been trying to sell his labor to the community during the recent 
emergency, but had simply done what obviously needed doing, did suggest something interesting about 
the citys culture. It might be the most civilized on the planet; he should go back to add a few more 
footnotes to his observations, obviously. 
But that would be later, he decided as a storm swept over the linked ships and Ao and Eru went to work 
with their shovels. 
The adults aboardKoku were one sailor, named Rua, and one of the teachers who had guided Mike around 
his city earlier, called Wherepapa. The latter, amazingly to Wanaka and Keo, was in command, at least in 
the sense that he gave orders about destination and any activities like mining or not if the chance arose; 
Rua was captain in maritime emergencies. Eru was his apprentice, though Wherepapa could give him 
instruction when there was time available from ships duties. Mike was impressed by the fact that neither 
adult seemed bothered by any aspect of the arrangement. 
He was even more impressed by the discussions between the captain and the teacher. Wherepapa might 
regard trading as an exercise in logic, but he had picked up enough background factsMike wondered 
how long that had taken himto make his logic work. 
He admitted that Aorangi badly wanted silicon, but pointed out that the materials for gallium arsenide, or 
boron and nitrogen for doping diamond, could probably be obtained from Kainus own oceans. Wanaka 
questioned the possibility of making or working with diamond at pseudolife temperatures. He suggested 
that Aorangi could sell gold for electrical wiring; the captain pointed out that copper was a somewhat 
better and silver a much better conductor. Wherepapa countered that gold was far more corrosion resistant 
than either and wouldnt need replacement so often, if ever. Wanaka was not sure this was desirable. 
Wanaka pointed out that since silicon could be processed so much more easily on worlds with better 
developed high-temperature technology, Aorangi would be better advised to trade for finished 
semiconductor equipment for which the captain could make arrangements. Wherepapa conceded the 
point. 
Since personnel often visited between ships for a night or more at a time, the children listened in with 
increasing frequency, only partly to profit from Mikes translations. What interested Eru was unclear to 
Hoani; the youngster was a city officals child and might reasonably be fascinated by anything at all, 
whether or not visibly connected with administration. Ao seemed to be most impressed with how useful 

it was to know things, though Mike tried to impress her with the existence of trivia. She was still young 
enough to have an extremely capacious memory, and found it hard to believe that this would ever fail her. 
As a student himself, Mike considered the ability to think more important; facts could always be looked 
up. He began to feel a little worried about the responsibility he might have incurred; after all, he had been 
collecting facts, obviously and carefully, for this whole trip. Had that been a bad example? His language 
skills, essentially memory, had been of almost continuous use to Aos captain. Did Kainuis schools 
teach people to think? Wanaka was a skilled sailor, which was a matter of knowing what to do at a given 
time to produce given results, with most appropriate actions necessarily reflexive; Keo had the same 
training and qualities. Of course, the captains trading skills represented something elseMike couldnt 
quite decide what, but it was something else. But Ao? 
Well, what did she get points for? That was a comforting thought. Having skills, certainlyhe 
remembered the points she had earned from setting up the division of the iron-fish. But there was 
judgment, too; she had lost some for risking her armor to infection. 
Maybe he shouldnt worry; she wasnt his responsibility, except as any adult shared some responsibility 
for any child. 
He was talking to her, still with this question in mind, just before she climbed to her station after the wakeup 
meal. 
You recognized that iron-fish just at the start of our trip, he remarked. Was that just because it wasnt 
anything else you knew? He had been confronted with that trick question, he remembered, during his 
own school days. 
Ao looked indignant. Of course not. It might have been something Id never seen before. It justlooked 
like iron. 
Arent there any other fish that look like iron? 
Some. A little. 
What would you have said if you couldnt tell any differences? 
The child was beginning to show a why-are-adults-so-silly expression. I wouldnt have said anything 
until I was sure, unless the captain asked me. Then Id have said I didnt know, of course. 
Suppose youd been wrong, and missed something that should have told you it wasnt iron? 
Id have lost some points, unless the captain missed it, too. 

So if youve eliminated all the wrong answers, you have the right one? 
Didnt you go to school? Sorry, that was rude. Maybe its your schools fault. They used to tell us a lot 
of stories with morals in them. Pretty often they were stories from the Old World, I expect just to make 
them interesting. I know what a wolf was, because they gave us the one about the boy who cried wolf. 
They gave us that Sherlock Holmes one youre trying on me, tooyou know, the fellow who said that 
when youve eliminated all the impossibles, whatever was left must be right. He never said anything 
about making mistakes in eliminating. He didnt say a word about the things you hadnt thought of, either. 
Isnt Wherepapa just wonderful; with the things he can think of to say why the captains wrong? I 
wouldnt say that to her, of course; you wont tell, will you? 
He felt relieved, a little. 
Half an hour later, he felt slightly embarrassed, since captain and mate were both on deck at the time. 
Ao shrilled from her masthead, City, two hands port. Then just as loudly, Its Muamoko, Mike. Im 
certain of it. 
RAIRAI 

