Diego glanced down and away, and Yana saw that Bunny was holding his hand in a fierce, comforting grip. One of Lavelle’s last guide jobs, the one she was being questioned about when she died, had been to rescue Diego and his father from a blizzard. Diego had become very close to Lavelle during the trip and resented her unnecessary death almost as much as her family did.
‘That is a good song, Liam,” Eamon Intiak said. “I have one I’m making to sing to everyone about how the company men snatched us up from the Earth and put us on Petaybee because they wanted our lands on Earth and now they want to take Petaybee.”
“Wait a minute, son,” Whit Fiske said, standing apart from Clodagh for a moment. His chin was raised a little defensively as he spoke, although his tone was as genial as ever. “I think most of you know me and know that I have a lot of feeling for what you folks are up against. But the company is a fact of life here, and let’s not make it worse than it is already.”
”You just say that because your granddad put us here Liam accused.
“No, son, I don’t.”
“I’m not your son. Your people killed my mother.”
“His name is Liam Maloney, Whit,” Clodagh said.
“Thanks, Clodagh. No offense intended, Mr. Maloney. You’re partly right. My grandfather was partially responsible for choosing Petaybee to Terraform, and for the process that made the planet fit to live on, but he didn’t actually put anybody here. The resettling was done by another branch of the company. And yes, they had certain ulterior motives: at the time, those lands on Earth were very much prime real estate. But there were other reasons, too. So, before you folks decide the company is responsible for all your troubles, I think a little reminder of historical fact is needed. Does anybody have any idea what I’m talking about?”
Yana groaned inwardly. Fiske, with what she was sure were good intentions, had put his foot squarely in his mouth. For a diplomatic man, he had lousy timing. People here didn’t read and write, and their songs tended to be about personal events or about the conditions they survived on the planet: at least, she’d never heard any historical ballads. Should she speak up and give Fiske some support?
Would it do any good? She wasn’t a native Petaybean, either.
“You’re talking about the War for Unification, Whit?” Sean asked.
“Among others,” Whittaker answered, trying not to show how relieved he was. “Half the ancestors of those here in Kilcoole would have died if we hadn’t evacuated to Petaybee the faction they were part ofthe ones who were getting their asses kicked.”
“And those doing the kicking?” Bunny asked, cocking her head in a semi-critical fashion.
“Went to other habitable planets. We weren’t about to settle ancestral enemies together,”Whittaker said with a snort. “The company figured that, with warring factions split up, enough new land to go around, and no traditional enemies to fight, their energies would be put to good use and there’d be enough of them left to hand down the good traits they had submerged to fight. Then the company could restore the fought-over and very battered real estate on Earth. Everyone would end up with more than they would have had otherwise. Most importantly, they’d end up alive.”
“Ah, sure and I’m moved to tears, Doctor darlin’, to hear how kind you’ve been to us poor savages,” Adak surprised Yana by saying with his brogue-deepened sarcasm.
“I’m not trying to white wash the company or its decisions,” Whittaker said. “But there were some altruistic and ethnic preserving reasons operating at the time. Company people aren’t all bad, any more than everyone on this planet is all good. The sociologists who designed the population balance tried not only to mix people used to cold weather with those who weren’t, but also to mix groups who might get along with each other and share characteristics that would make for a more successful adjustment to the environment.”
“Yes, and we turned out very well, Whit, thank you,” Clodagh said, and tugged on his webbed belt for him to return to her side, exhibiting her approval of what he had explained. It was a good point to make. What we want to do is to stand together and tell the company what we want what Petaybee wants. Just makin’ somebody else to blame isn’t gonna help the planet. We got to get people to understand, and you can’t do that while you’re shoutin’. Now then, Eamon, why don’t you go speak to the folks up at New Barrow?”