Pilbeam regarded him half smiling through a cloud of cigar smoke.
“You’re a different type.”
“In some ways. I’m trying to forget there will be a funeral service for our boys tomorrow – Charley’s trying to remember.”
“There’ll be a burial in our lines for my buddy and the driver. It’ll delay my getting away.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yup, going back to the States. Get a GEM down to Kohima, then catch an orbit jet home to Washington, D.C. My work here is done.”
“What is your work, Jack, or should I not ask?”
“Right now, I’m on detachment from Childsweep, recruiting for a new world-wide project.” He stopped talking and focused more sharply on Timberlane. “Say, Algy, would you mind if we took a turn outside and got a little of that Assamese air to my sinuses?”
“By all means.”
The temperature had dropped sharply, reminding them that they were almost ten thousand feet above sea level. Instinctively they struck up a brisk pace. Pilbeam threw down the end of his cheroot and ground it into the turf. The moon hung like an undescended testicle low in the belly of the sky. One night bird emphasized the stillness of the rest of creation.
“Too bad the Big Accident surrounded the globe with radiations and made space travel almost impossible,” Pilbeam said. “There might have been a way of escape from our Earthborn madness in the stars.
My old man was a great believer in space travel, used to read all the literature. A great optimist by nature –
that’s why failure came so hard to him. I was telling your friend Charley, Dad killed himself last month. I’m still trying to come to terms with it.”
“It’s always a hard thing, to get over a father’s death. You can’t help taking it personally. It’s a – well, a sort of insult, when it’s someone that was dear to you and full of life.”
“You sound as if you know something about it.”
“Something. Like thousands of other people, my father committed suicide too. I was a child at the time. I don’t know whether that makes it better or worse… You were close to your old man?”
“No. Maybe that’s why I kick against it so hard. I could have been close. I wasted the opportunity. To hell with it, any way.”
A katabatic wind was growing, pouring down from the higher slopes above the camp. They walked with their hands in their pockets.
In silence, Pilbeam recalled how his father had encouraged his idealism.
“Don’t come into the record business, son,” he had said. “It’ll get by without you. Join Childsweep, if you want to.”
Pilbeam joined Childsweep when he was sixteen, starting somewhere near the bottom of the organization.
Childsweep’s greatest achievement was the establishment of three Children’s Centres, near Washington, Karachi, and Singapore. Here the world’s children born after the Accident were brought, where parental consent could be won, to be trained to live with their deformities and with the crisis-ridden society in which they found themselves.
The experiment was not an unqualified success. The shortage of children was acute – at one time, there were three psychiatrists to every child. But it was an attempt to make amends. Pilbeam, working in Karachi, was almost happy. Then the children became the subject of an international dispute. Finally war broke out.
When it developed into a more desperate phase, both the Singapore and the Karachi Children’s Centres were bombed from orbital automatic satellites and destroyed. Pilbeam escaped and flew back to Washington with a minor leg wound, in time to learn of his father’s suicide.
After a minute’s silence, Pilbeam said, “I didn’t drag you out into the night air to mope but to put a proposition to you. I have a job for you. A real job, a life’s job. I have the power to fix it with your Commanding Officer if you agree -”
“Hey, not so fast!” Timberlane cried, spreading his hands in protest. “I don’t want a job. I’ve got a job –
saving any kids I can find lurking in these hills.”
“This is a real job, not a vacation for gun-toting nursemaids. The most responsible job ever thought up. I back my hunches, and I’m certain you are the sort of guy that would suit. I can fix it so’s you fly back to the U.S. with me tomorrow.”