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Swan and Wahram

Swan finished their trip on the tundra feeling better than she had for a long time. She loved her giant toad, her lump of clay, with his groaning slowness and quick little smile. Feeling that feeling in her made her able to think of Alex and Terminator and everything that had happened in a way she could tolerate; so her mood was a strange mix of pain and happiness. A fearful joy, yes. Certain wolf howls, of a kind she had often heard, including in the last month on the taiga, combined just such emotions, mourning and joy, and expressed her current mood quite precisely. She whisper-howled when she heard them out in the night, as she was with Wahram and the others at camp; she didn’t like to howl fully when other people were around. She howled inside. When Jacques Cartier had kidnapped some local chiefs for transport back to France, the night before the ships left, people had gathered on the shore and howled like wolves all night long.

One morning Wahram got a call and took it outside the dining tent, and when he came back in, he was looking thoughtful.

“Listen,” he said to Swan as they trudged out over the tundra, wind and sun at their backs. “I need to go back out to Saturn again. There’s a meeting been called of all the people who were helping Alex. They want it in person so they can keep it off the record.”

“And what’s it about?” Swan asked.

“Well,” he said cautiously, “it has to do with what appears to be a new type of qube. So I shouldn’t really say more.”

“I know when people are talking about me,” Pauline announced.

“We know that,” Swan snapped. “Be quiet.”

“Anyway,” Wahram said, “I think you should join this meeting. And you can do me a favor. Jean Genette is out of touch in an aquarium, and we need to get word to him about this meeting. I should go to Titan directly, but if you could go tell Jean about it on your way out, that would help. And Jean can maybe tell you more about what’s going on.”

“All right,” Swan said. “I can do that.”

“Good.” Wahram smiled his tiny smile. But Swan could tell he was distracted.