While they were drinking coffee on the small flagged terrace, the shadows lengthening all around them, a golden thread of sunlight on the lake, Chase decided to tell them about the last shuttle. He'd been on the verge of mentioning it earlier and hadn't because it wasn't yet official. But this was his family, and anyway it would be released any day now. "They're already evacuating the colonization bases and bringing the service personnel up."
"How do you know?" Jen asked him.
Dan was slightly put out. "I haven't heard a whisper about that."
"John Shelby called me a few days ago--he used to be a member of Earth Foundation and now works in Immigration Control. It's supposed to be confidential at the moment. Actually, from what I can gather, there's been a wrangle going on behind the scenes. It was finally carried at the Confederation by thirty-one to fifteen, with one abstention. There's to be an announcement soon."
"And that's it?" Jo gazed at him, resting her head on her hand. "No more people from earth?"
"No. No more." Chase set his cup down carefully. After a moment he said, "The last one will lift off from Narken in Sweden and after that the bases will be closed down. It was a tough decision, but apparently the people applying now are genetically damaged in some way. No medical clearance, no transit visa. Simple as that."
There was a longer silence, which no one seemed anxious to break.
Sooner or later it had to come, they all knew that, had been prepared for it . . . and yet. The final severance with earth, their home planet.
"It's very nearly three years to the day since we came up," Jo said reflectively. "September fifth, 2025."
"Was that when we came to Canton?" Nick piped up. "Our leaving day?"
His mother nodded and smiled. "You'll have to remember that date always, Nick. You were too little to remember the shuttle ride, but never forget the date."
"Bryn says he can remember his leaving day, but Bryn tells fibs. He said he went for a fly with the flying fish. Can I fly with them, Mummy?"
"You're right, Bryn does tell fibs," Dan said. "But he was a year older than you when he came to Canton, so maybe he's telling the truth about remembering it."
"What's the final tally?" Ruth asked Chase.
"John says it's not far short of five million. It should have been more but the program didn't go ahead as quickly as planned. I remember Boris telling me that they were hoping to build one hundred islands with an average population of one hundred thousand per colony. So far they've completed forty-seven, with three more being built. There's no doubt we'll need more as the population increases."
"Thank God for the moon," Dan said fervently. "Our handy neighborhood minerals resource. We'd have been sunk without it."
"I was thinking of Boris only today," Ruth said. She reached out and squeezed Chase's hand. "Would they have allowed him to come, do you think?"
"You mean because of his age?" Jo said.
"I don't see why not," Chase said. "No one was rejected, whatever his age, if he received clearance and was fit enough to travel. Boris would have been ninety-one the year we came up. Perhaps he didn't want to leave earth after all."
The mirrors were tilting, the sun was nearly gone. Way off in the distance, beyond the ranks of terraced gardens, the core gleamed with a dull rich light like a pillar of fire. And farther still, beyond it, the terraces on the far inner side of the globe rose into a purple misty twilight.
"Will we ever go back?" Jen said wistfully. She was thinking of her husband. Never a day went by when she didn't think about him. She had a daughter and a grandchild and friends to be grateful for, but there was a hollow ache in her heart that would always be with her. Saying farewell to earth wouldn't have bothered her one bit if Nick had been here. There were times when she could have gladly murdered him, but she felt desolate.
Chase had read her mind because his thoughts had followed the same track. More and more these days he dwelt on the past. He said, "I think about him too." He chuckled and started to cough, his throat tight and dry. "I used to think he was crazy."
"He was," Jen said. "Bonkers. Never took anything seriously."
"No, I was always the serious one. You know, I sometimes wonder how come we liked each other or even became friends. I saw the world as tragic and Nick saw beyond the tragedy and thought it a comedy, a farce. What is it they say? The person who thinks sees the world as a tragedy, while the person who feels sees it as a farce.' "
"What's farce?" Nick said.
Chase patted his knee and Nick clambered up. Ruth made as if to protest, but Chase waved her aside. Dammit, he was sixty-five, not ninety. The hell with anoxia. "Don't pay any attention to us, young Nick. We're old and past it and we've made a fine mess of things. But you'll do better. Much better. Much, much better. You'll show us how it ought to be done, won't you? Promise?"
"Will you take me to the flying fish?"
