Had we bought the human army a respite? For what it was worth, I thought we had. The last I saw, every human gun was firing into the kzin lines without answering fire. But I also saw lights descending from the sky farther south. It looked like a kzin landing that would take the human forces from behind.
Our heavy ammunition was finished. I kept us low, following the contours of the ground. Behind us were more explosions.
“They’ll get sick of that sooner rather than later,” Dimity said. “Then they’ll detonate a fission or fusion device.”
“More to the point,” I said, “why don’t we use them? The Meteor Guard have them—and used them against the kzin in space, Kleist said. We could break up their landings and concentrations.”
“I guess if we did they would retaliate massively. They control space. Munchen and the other cities would be obvious targets then. There’s lots more both sides could do: use plasma gas, run a ramscoop in atmosphere, fire a spaceship’s reaction drive downward into the infantry and melt them in one pass. If I can think of that, why can’t they? Things like that have been happening in space.”
“They’re holding back for the same reason hunters don’t go after game with strakkakers,” I said. “Where would be the sport in it for the kzin?”
“It’s interesting,” she went on, as though discussing a problem in astrometaphysics. “Both sides are holding back from using their ultimate punches. I wonder if there is any hope in that? My head hurts. I hope Diderachs or whoever is in charge has got the sense to scatter before the kzin bring the nuclear devices in. They might get a few away into the hills. They might. I think the kzin will have to pull back before a strike.” There was something wrong with her voice.
Munchen was a sparkling patchwork of fires, lasers still lighting up the dense rolling clouds of smoke. Here and there shellfire from heavy guns climbed in strangely slow and graceful arcs into the sky, evidently following kzin aircraft. But the devastation seemed less than I had expected. There were still large patches untouched. In some of them the lights of streets and houses were still burning, and other lights showed traffic movement. It was a weird reminder of a remote and vanished world, until we got closer.
Chapter 14
Pray not for aid to One who made
A set of never-changing laws,
But in your need remember well
He gave you speed, or guile—or claws.
—Saki
As we approached, I saw in amazement the reaction flames of ships taking off from the spaceport, apparently unmolested.
Dimity saw it too. We skimmed between the high buildings, setting down a few blocks from the university. “There seems to be some areas still under human control,” she said. “We’d better not fly a kzin craft here.”
I had been thinking the same thing.
“But I don’t understand this,” I said. “What are the kzin doing? They could have walked all over any resistance.”
“They don’t want to smash the place up too much,” said Dimity. “They can see it’s an industrial center.”
“Wouldn’t that make it a prime target?”
“It would if the issue was in doubt. But they’re sure of winning.”
“And why are they letting those ships take off? They must control everything in space by now?”
“We’ll find out, I guess.”
We landed at the outskirts of the city. I still had a strakkaker and, wanting my hands and arms free and not psychologically prepared to expect trouble from fellow humans, hung it in a pouch on my belt, which I buttoned closed. It was secure even if I could not reach it quickly. Never have I done anything I was to regret so bitterly forever after.
There were people in the street now. Few and furtive at first, but as we approached the spaceport they became thicker. There seemed to be some sort of order. We even began to see police directing them. There were vehicles, ground-cars moving in their regular traffic-lanes, an oddly normal sight against the multicolored fire and smoke filling the sky. But there were dead bodies lying in the street, and groups of humans in strange clothes running crouched over weapons. The streets grew more crowded as we went on. And everyone was moving the same way. I found blood smeared on my hands and saw it clotting the back of Dimity’s hair. She had had some sort of small head-wound, presumably when the vehicle had been hit by kzin fire. Neither of us had noticed it and in that light I could see nothing more.
Ahead of us at the approach to the spaceport was some sort of bottleneck. Police—“soldiers” perhaps—were manning heavy weapons mounted on vehicles, pointed down into the screaming crowd that had now congested and slowed. All order seemed to have broken down. I had no choice but to use my body as a battering ram to try to get Dimity through.
A kzin craft tore up the street, a few yards over the head of the mob. It didn’t fire and seemed to be simply toying with them or herding them. The crowd parted somehow, many people fleeing into side streets, but leaving bodies still on the road and pavement. Dimity and I huddled in a doorway as we saw the bulky shapes of kzin leap from the vehicle and pursue the fleeing mob up one alley with deep-throated, leonine roars that carried above the screams.
The soldiers cowered down, not touching their weapons as the kzin disappeared down the street. But as I got Dimity to the checkpoint they returned to them. The frenzied mob were pouring back into the street again. The soldiers fired two bursts, the first in front of them, the second directly into them. That cleared them again. We reached one of the vehicles and a soldier swung a weapon onto us. I shouted up at him.
“This is Dimity Carmody! The discoverer of Carmody’s Transform! You’ve got to let her through!”
It didn’t matter if he believed me or not, or if he had heard of her.
“No one beyond this point without a pass.”
“But…”
He raised his weapon.
“There are a lot of people who want to get on the slowboats. I’ve no time to argue.”
I could have tackled him. It would have been hopeless but I could have tried. But the other police were taking notice of us now. There were other people behind us with passes. One chance:
“Help us, then, for your mother’s sake as well as mine.”
He stared at me blankly, then shook his head. The crowd behind pushed us to one side. Dimity stumbled and I grabbed at her. To fall here under the feet of this mob would be death for her, after all we had been through. Pushed and stumbling myself, my feet off the ground, I feared we would fall and be trampled together, but somehow I fetched up against a barrier. It was giving way and I was going down, Dimity with me. And another man stepped deliberately out of the crowd to us.
“I heard you,” he said, gripping my hand. “For my mother’s sake as well as yours, I will…” He pulled us back onto our feet. Another swirl of the crowd took us into an alcove, entrance to an office block. There was a passage and he helped us down it, though it only led to another street.
“Don’t think too badly of them,” the man said. “The first evacuations were better. I’ve seen some real nobility in the refugee queues. But this is the end.” I was no longer surprised that in the midst of Ragnarok a human being should try to morally defend his fellow creatures.
The sky to the east turned white, then orange and red. Sometime later the shock-wave reached us. I guessed that, as Dimity had predicted, the Kzin had tired of the human resistance at Manstein’s Folly. All I could hope was that it was a clean bomb and the wind would be from the sea. We were clear of the crowd now. I shook the man’s hand, and we parted. There were plenty of trampled dead to show how we could have been if he had not helped.
Another kzin craft appeared. This time the troops fired at it. It was a mistake. Four more appeared, following it, and dived on the gun vehicles.
We ran, pelting down the approach-way. The checkpoint was no longer relevant. Ahead of us was the landing field and a single craft, ringed with weapons. There was more order here, it seemed, and a line of p
eople were running aboard with some sort of organization.
A kzin aircraft, a vast red wedge-and-ovoid, hurtled low over us, fire spitting from weapons. It was heading straight for the shuttle. We threw ourselves to the ground with the explosion reflex that was becoming instinctive. Wreckage and debris fell about us. The kzin aircraft soared away.
“They’ve had enough, evidently. No more shuttles.”
A little less luck and we might have been on that shuttle now burning on the field. A crash wagon with some brave people aboard was heading out to it, siren wailing. I felt I had had enough. I was unable to think. I took hold of Dimity’s hands as we sat there.
“Now what?”
“No slowboats now for us,” she said. “Someone may tell them to get away while the going’s good. I’d say it’s all over here.”
“We’ve got to get out of this crowd. This is too much of a prime target.”
The front of the crowd had seen the shuttle destroyed. They were spilling around the now purposeless police block. But the crowd behind was pressing on. We saw more people going down underfoot. Then we heard the ripping-cloth sound of more kzin vehicles, and this time they were shooting as they came. We heard the whirr of strakkakers briefly between the roar of the kzin weapons. On one of the roofs a Bofors gun was still putting on a fireworks display.
There was a manhole in the pavement, its cover knocked loose. Someone had tripped and was kicking and scrambling free. Dimity pointed and we dropped in. We fell a couple of meters, nothing in our gravity, and splashed into a stormwater drain. Above us were screams and gunfire. Others fell or threw themselves through the manhole into the drain behind us. There were a few permanent tracer-lamps glowing dimly on the walls, and by the light of these we saw steps and a narrow path running above the water.
“Underground again,” said Dimity.
“At least it’s not crowded, and somehow I don’t think it’s the sort of place cats would enjoy poking their noses into.”
“Let’s get away from this part, all the same. They might think it too easy to pour something nasty down here.”
It was too dim and slippery to run, and we were too tired, but we set off at the best pace we could. I still had my night glasses with a built-in compass, and Dimity had a sense of direction which she had proved in the caves and which I trusted rather more. There was a roar, and the slick walls and the liquid around our feet glowed orange in reflected light. We looked back and behind us we saw flame boiling down the manhole, but we had already made some distance. I was alert for Beam’s beasts but we saw none. I knew poison had been put into the drains regularly to keep them down.
We covered several miles, heading north, then took some stairs to the surface. The streets in this part were deserted. We reached my house about dawn. It was running on its own auxiliary power, and the door recognized my retinal patterns. It didn’t matter much since someone else had gained entry earlier by driving a vehicle through the front wall. There was an almost unbearable smell of decay inside, but all we found of the source were a couple of severed human fingers. The kitchen and the autodoc had been used.
We slept for a few hours, huddled in the basement in a nest of blankets. Dimity’s head wound was still bleeding. I cleaned it as well as I could but thought that after our race through the drain the best thing to do would be to let it bleed and hope any infection might be carried away. Before modern autodocs I would, I thought, have had a medicine-chest with a bottle of disinfectant for injuries such as this. As it was I was worried about the shaking-up that nearby explosions had given my own autodoc, apart from possible tampering, and dared not use it. A lot of people would be having to learn to get by without docs soon, I thought.
I did find some acid in my laboratory, weakened it greatly with water, and cleaned the wound cautiously with that. Later I also rinsed some fabric in it and made a clumsy bandage, cursing the fact that modern fabric was almost impossible to cut without proper tools. There was still food in the kitchen and I dialed us a meal late in the morning. The windows were opaque and I left them that way apart from a few small spy holes. We had a view of deserted streets and smoke, with plenty of background noise. Television and Internet were all dead.
“How are we?” Dimity asked.
“Worse off than before we started. We’ve lost the transport, the kzin are here, and the slowboats are gone. We’ve achieved precisely nothing.” There was something else wrong: Dimity’s question, though basically meaningless, would have been a natural thing for a normal person to say. But the Dimity I knew would not have bothered asking it.
“The slowboats are gone.” Nor did Dimity normally repeat things pointlessly. I felt something cold inside me that had nothing to do with the mere ordinary fear I felt for us both and for our dying world.
“Look in the sky. You’ll not see them in orbit anymore. The big space stations are gone too.”
“We did for a few kzin.”
“Not exactly enough for victory.”
“Perhaps those are the biggest victories we can hope for now.”
“It’s still going on.”
So we could hear. Explosions, the roaring of out-of-control fires. Distant shouts, screams. There was also the noise of kzin engines, unmistakable and terrifying. As we watched through one hole a kzin war-machine appeared at the end of the street, a huge red armored thing, floating a few feet above the pavement. We could do nothing but back away from the hole and crouch in the darkest corner we could find. Eventually the sound diminished and when we crept back to the window it was gone. A couple of times we saw humans running from one building to another, and then kzin on foot. Neither came our way.
“It’s no good here.”
“No.” There was not much I could do but hold her.
“It doesn’t look good, does it?” she said.
“No.”
“We’ll find a way out. Even this shall pass away.”
“I’m sure it will.”
“No, I mean things might get better.”
“I suppose so. They seem to have got worse for a while.”
“In some ways it wasn’t all that good before…”
“It seemed to be,” I said.
“One thing, Nils. It was hard, I know, for you to be in love with a freak. Know, at least, that the freak loves you.”
Then I remembered something. Or rather two things. Things the abbot had said to me in what seemed another life. I went back to my laboratory and retrieved a collecting gun and a small selection of darts. I also found the stock of portable food and strakkaker ammunition I had laid up and hidden weeks before was still untouched.
It all seemed to be quieter when we ventured out. I wanted to wait till dusk, but Dimity said the felinoids could certainly see in dim light better than we could: In fact the streets were deserted save for the dead and a few Beam’s beasts already creeping upon them. There was fighting still going on but it seemed to be on the other side of the Donau.
I thought it would be difficult, perhaps impossible, for us to find transport. Actually there were abandoned vehicles all round. The streets leading to major arteries were jammed with them, some burned and wrecked, some apparently undamaged. The dead bodies were mostly but not all human. People had tried to shelter in the pools in the nearby fountains and they were full of floating, parboiled corpses. Perhaps a kzin had used a plasma weapon, because the whole square was burned. Between two burning buildings we found a flyable ground-effect car with keys still in its dead owner’s fingers.
I turned on the engine and the car lifted as a crowd of humans came pouring around the corner. It looked like a gagrumpher stampede. There was no time for me to get my strakkaker clear of its buttoned pouch. They mobbed the car, fighting to get in. It tilted and Dimity was dragged out.
I still had the controls and used the car to smash a couple of them against a wall. Then there was another firefight: a group of kzin and armed humans exchanging shots. That scattered the mob. Half a dozen of them ran right in
to a strakkaker blast and were cut down. A rampaging kzin swatted others to left and right, apparently hardly noticing them. Another kzin and a human rolled together under a stream of molten metal pouring from the guttering of a burning building. Then the fighters disappeared down another alley.
One human staggered back a moment later, face gone, hands clasped to his stomach where a kzin’s claws had partially disemboweled him. He tripped over his spilling guts and fell. I can hear his screaming now. A kzin leaped on him and then the beam of a laser passed through the pair of them, ending it. Suddenly the fight had broken up, and but for the dead the street was deserted again.
Dimity had fallen hard and had been kicked and trampled. She was unconscious. In the ruddy light the new blood pouring out of her head, ears, and mouth looked black. Amid the mess I saw what looked like bone fragments. A much worse head wound on top of the previous one.
I got her into the car, propping her up. Her head was on one side. To my horror her mouth was hanging open like a corpse’s and there was no recognition in her eyes. I had no idea what to do. I administered an anesthetic dart. It would stop her moving and doing further damage, at least. If she lost respiratory functions, well, I could do no more. She lolled forward, and I propped cushions about her, at least keeping further pressure from the wound. Skimming low, I headed out of the burning city and northwest.
I passed other refugees, columns of humans on foot heading who knew where? Some carried bundles of possessions. There were exhausted old people, sitting or sprawled despairing by the road, pregnant women who would have no midwifery ward, children, some without parents or adults, and hospital patients with surgical appliances and trailing tubes. Some died as I passed. There was nothing I could do for any of them. There was, I felt, nothing I could do for the human species beyond what I was doing.