destroyed.'
He waited for Insigna to laugh.
She did not. Instead, she exploded. 'What? What made her say that?'
'I don't know, Dr Insigna. She's a very bright kid, you know, but she gets these funny ideas. Or she may have been putting me on.'
Insigna cut in. 'She may have been doing exactly that. She has a strange sense of humor. So listen, I don't want you to repeat this to anyone else. I don't want silly stories to get started. Do you understand?'
'Certainly, ma'am.'
'I'm serious. Not a word.'
Aurinel nodded briskly.
'But thanks for telling me, Aurinel. It was important to do so. I'll speak to Marlene and find out what's bothering her - and I won't let her know you told me.'
'Thank you,' said Aurinel. 'But just one thing, ma'am.'
'What's that?'
'Is Earth going to be destroyed?'
Insigna stared at him, then forced a laugh. 'Of course not! You may go now.'
Insigna looked after him and wished earnestly that she could have managed a more convincing denial.
3
Janus Pitt made an impressive appearance, which had helped him in his rise to power as Commissioner of Rotor. In the early days of the formation of the Settlements, there had been a push for people of no more than average height. There had been thoughts of having a smaller per capita requirement for room and resources. Eventually, the caution had been deemed unnecessary and had been abandoned, but the bias was still there in the genes of the early Settlements and the average Rotorian remained a centimeter or two shorter than the average citizens of later Settlements.
Pitt was tall, though, with iron gray hair, and a long face, and deep blue eyes, and a body that was still in good shape, despite the fact that he was fifty-six.
Pitt looked up and smiled as Eugenia Insigna entered, but felt the usual small surge of uneasiness. There was something always uneasy-making about Eugenia, even wearying. She had these Causes (capital C) that were hard to deal with.
'Thank you for seeing me, Janus,' she said, 'on such short notice.'
Pitt placed his computer on hold, and leaned back in his chair, deliberately producing an air of relaxation.
'Come,' he said, 'there's no formality between us. We go back a long way.'
'And have shared a great deal,' said Insigna.
'So we have,' said Pitt. 'And how is your daughter?'
'It's about her I wish to speak, as a matter of fact. Are we shielded?'
Pitt's eyebrows arched. 'Why shielded? What is there to shield and from whom?'
The very question activated Pitt's realization of the odd position in which Rotor found itself. To all practical purposes, it was alone in the Universe. The Solar System was more than two light-years away, and no other intelligence-bearing worlds might exist within hundreds of light-years or, for all anyone knew, billions of light-years in any direction.
Rotorians might have fits of loneliness and uncertainty, but they were free of any fear of outside interference. Well, almost any fear, thought Pitt.
Insigna said, 'You know what there is to shield. It was you who have always insisted on secrecy.'
Pitt activated the shield and said, 'Are we to take that up again? Please, Eugenia, it's all settled. It was settled when we left fourteen years ago. I know that you brood about it now and then-'
'Brood about it? Why not? It's my star,' and her arm flailed outward as if in the direction of Nemesis. 'It's my responsibility.'
Pitt's jaw tightened. Do we have to go through all this again? he thought.
Aloud, he said, 'We're shielded. Now, what's bothering you?'
'Marlene. My daughter. Somehow she knows.'
'Knows what?'
'About Nemesis and the Solar System.'
'How could she know? Unless you've told her?'
Insigna spread her arms helplessly. 'Of course I didn't tell her, but I don't have to. I don't know how it is, but somehow Marlene seems to hear and see everything. And from the little things she hears and sees, she works things out. She's always been able to do it, but in the last year it's grown much worse.'
'Well then, she guesses, and sometimes she makes lucky guesses. Tell her she's wrong, and see that she doesn't talk about it.'
'But she's already told a young man, who came to tell me. That's how I know. Aurinel Pampas. He's a friend of the family.'
'Ah yes. I'm aware of him - somewhat. Simply tell him not to listen to fantasies made up by a little girl.'
'She's not a little girl. She's fifteen.'
'To him, she's a little girl, I assure you. I said I'm aware of the young man. I'm under