Gateway - Frederik Pohl Page 0,72

see what a once-in-a-lifetime score looks like."

The cruiser crews had closed off the area, but one of the guards was Francy Hereira. There were a hundred people around the dropshaft, and only Hereira and two girls from the American cruiser to keep them back. Metchnikov plunged through to the lip of the shaft, peering down, before one of the girls chased him away. We saw him talking to another five-bracelet prospector. Meanwhile we could hear snatches of gossip:

"… almost dead. They ran out of water."

"Nah! Just exhausted. They'll be all right …"

"… ten-million-dollar bonus if it's a nickel, and then the royalties!"

Klara took Louise's elbow and pulled her toward the front. I followed in the space they opened. "Does anybody know whose ship it was?" she demanded.

Hereira smiled wearily at her, nodded at me, and said: "Not yet, Klara. They're searching them now. I think they're going to be all right, though."

Somebody behind me called out, 'What did they find?"

"Artifacts. New ones, that's all I know."

"But it was a Five?" Klara asked.

Hereira nodded, then peered down the shaft. "All right," he said, "now, please back up, friends. They're bringing some of them up now."

We all moved microscopically back, but it didn't matter; they weren't getting off at our level, anyway. The first one up the cable was a Corporation bigwig whose name I didn't remember, then a Chinese guard, then someone in a Terminal Hospital robe with a medic on the same grip of the cable, holding him to make sure he didn't fall. I knew the face but not the name; I had seen him at one of the farewell parties, maybe at several of them, a small, elderly black man who had been out two or three times without scoring. His eyes were open and clear enough, but he looked infinitely fatigued. He looked without astonishment at the crowd around the shaft, and then was out of sight.

I looked away and saw that Louise was weeping quietly, her eyes closed. Klara had an arm around her. In the movement of the crowd I managed to get next to Kiara and look a question at her. "It's a Five," she said softly. "Her daughter was in a Three.'

I knew Louise had heard that, so I patted her and said: "I'm sorry, Louise," and then a space opened at the lip of the shaft and I peered down.

I caught a quick glimpse of what ten or twenty million do looked like. It was a stack of hexagonal boxes made out of Heechee metal, not more than half a meter across and less than a meter tall. Then Francy Hereira was coaxing, "Come on, Rob, get back will you?" And I stepped away from the shaft while another Inspector in a hospital robe came up. She didn't see me as she went past; in fact her eyes were closed. But I saw her. It was Sheri.

Chapter 21

"I feel pretty foolish, Sigfrid," I say.

"Is there some way I can make you feel more comfortable?"

"You can drop dead." He has done his whole room over in nursery-school motifs, for Christ's sake. And the worst part is Sigfrid himself. He is trying me out with a surrogate mother this time. He is on the mat with me, a big stuffed doll, the size of a human being, warm, soft, made out of something like a bath towel stuffed with foam. It feels good, but— "I guess I don't want you to treat me like a baby," I say, my voice muffled because I'm pressing my face against the toweling.

"Just relax, Robbie. It's all right."

"In a pig's ass it is."

He pauses, and then reminds me: "You were going to tell me about your dream."

"Yech."

"I'm sorry, Robbie?"

"I mean I don't really want to talk about it. Sigfrid," I say quickly, lifting my mouth away from the toweling, "I might as well do what you want. It was about Sylvia, kind of."

"Kind of, Robbie?"

"Well, she didn't look like herself, exactly. More like — I don't know, someone older, I think. I haven't thought of Sylvia in years really. We were both kids…"

"Please go on, Robbie," he says after a moment.

I put my arms around him, looking up contentedly enough at the wall of circus-poster animals and clowns. It is not in the least like any bedroom I occupied as a child, but Sigfrid knows enough about me already, there is no reason for me to tell him that.

"The dream, Robbie?"

"I dreamed we were working in the mines.