Octavia Gone I. 1435: 11 YEARS LATER. However magnificent the seas and forests of other worlds, However dazzling their sunlit skies, However wide their beaches, There is no view from any place in God''s vast cosmos That matches the moonlight falling on one''s own front porch. --WALFORD CANDLES, "HOME AT LAST," 1199 I can''t remember a happier time than the day Gabe came back. Alex and I had assumed he was dead, along with the other twenty-six hundred passengers and crew on the Capella. It simply disappeared more than a decade ago and nobody had any idea what had happened. Funerals and farewells were conducted, and eventually families and friends went on with their lives. But a few months ago it surfaced.
It had gotten tangled with a time warp. On board only about three weeks had passed, so the passengers and crew were shocked to discover that the outside world was eleven years older. Gabe and the others had returned though, and that was all that mattered. We were coming back from Earth when we got the news. We joined the group of vehicles retrieving passengers from the drifting ship. Alex tried to raise Gabe when we got close enough to the Capella, but we got no answer. "He may be gone already," I said. We picked up ten people, delivered them to Skydeck, took the shuttle down to the spaceport, grabbed a taxi, and returned to the country house.
As we approached, I saw lights shining in Gabe''s office. A minute later he appeared on the porch and waved as we descended. Alex breathed a sigh of relief. He was out of his belt and opening the door while we were still coming in. "Premature," said the taxi in a stern voice. "A penalty will be assigned." "Whatever," said Alex. We touched down and climbed out.
Gabe broke into a huge smile, came off the porch and hurried across the cobblestones. They both stopped when they got close, stared briefly at each other, and without a word fell into each other''s arms. "I can''t believe this happened," Gabe said. "Thank God it''s over." He looked back at Alex. "Are you still living on Rambuckle?" Alex shook his head. "No. After the Capella disappeared, I decided it was time to go home.
" Gabe let us see he was amused. "So one good thing, at least, has come out of this. You''re living there now, right? In the country house?" "Yes, we''ve set up a business here." "It''ll be good to have you home, Alex." "I''ve been here a long time. Thanks for turning the property over to me. Anyhow, we''ll clear everything out. Soon as I can decide where I''m headed.
It should only take a few days." "No, no, no. You''re not listening to me. You can''t do that. You''ve been living here too, right? Not just running a business?" "I have been, yes." Gabe looked my way. "And you, Chase?" "I have a cottage near the river," I said. "I don''t see any rings.
You guys aren''t a couple, are you?" I''m not sure my cheeks didn''t redden a bit. There''d been a time when Alex and I had made a connection. But it had been brief, and it was long ago. "No," I said. "I just work for Alex. For Rainbow." I''d been Gabe''s pilot before the Capella took him away. It was a flight he''d invited me onto, a combination of business and vacation, but fortunately I''d declined.
Although it occurred to me that if I''d gone along I''d have been more than a decade younger. "Well, anyhow," said Gabe, "there should be plenty of room at the country house. There''s no reason you should leave, Alex. Stay, please." Alex hesitated. "Sure, Uncle Gabe. If it''s really okay with you." "Of course it is.
" He was suddenly staring at the river. "I''ve never seen the Melony look so good." "That''s because you''re home," I said. "So what kind of business does Rainbow do?" "Nothing''s changed. I still deal in antiquities." Alex showed a touch of discomfort. "I hope that''s not a problem." "It''s okay.
Do what you have to. Don''t worry about it." Gabe had never approved of selling artifacts to private collectors. They should be available to everyone. Not stored away in the homes of the wealthy. But fortunately, on this occasion, he showed a flexibility that allowed him to confront his new situation with a let''s-not-get-excited attitude. We went inside. "What''ve you been up to?" I asked Jacob, our AI, as the door closed behind us.
"Watching Bellarian plays." Jacob loved the theater and spent a lot of his time in virtual box seats. "Bellarian?" I said. "Where are they from?" "Fourth millennium. Bellarius was the first world to produce its own shows." "Maybe we could attend some together," said Gabe. "I can arrange that. I''m planning on watching Graveyard Shift tonight, if you''re interested.
It''s a comedy." "I''ll need a couple of nights to settle in, Jacob. But sure, let''s set something up." We carried everything to his quarters in the rear. Gabe was looking around the apartment, shaking his head, commenting that it was hard to believe he''d been gone over a decade. "By the way," he added, "did we ever find out what happened to Octavia?" "That happened," I said, "just before you left. Am I right?" "That''s correct. Just a few weeks earlier.
" "No," said Alex. "They never got any answers. It had to have gone into the black hole, but the people who were running the program claimed that just wasn''t possible. There was a major commotion at the time when you guys disappeared too. The media were full of rumors about a connection." "So they never came up with anything at all?" "Not anything definitive. Mostly all they had was speculation." "You think it could have also gotten tangled up in a time warp?" "I''ve no idea, Gabe.
According to the experts, you need a star drive unit to make that happen. The station had thrusters but that was all. The search parties found nothing. They put together a commission that decided the only reasonable solution was that one of the four crew sabotaged the place. That caused a lot of anger. Members of the commission took considerable heat. Eventually the media suggested they were trying to conceal a defect in the station. But they went over other stations of the same model and found nothing.
" "Now that I''ve had some experience being stranded myself," said Gabe, "I can tell you it''s seriously unsettling. We knew for about a week that something had gone wrong and it was scary. We thought we were going to be there forever. I''d hate to think something like that happened to the people on Octavia." He settled into the sofa. "I knew one of them." "Really? Which one?" "Del Housman. We grew up together.
Both members of the Explorers back in grade-school days. We never really lost touch. Until Octavia happened. You met him. We had him over to the house a couple of times when you were there." "I have no recollection of him. But you had a lot of visitors." "What was he like?" I asked.
"He was a good guy. A lot of the other kids treated him like a nerd. But he shrugged it off. They got especially annoyed with him because he refused to believe that AIs were actually alive. I think he''s the reason I figured out that the house didn''t really care what happened to me. That the voices were all automatic." He paused for a smile. "He was always popular with the girls though.
" "He looks pretty ordinary," I said. "I guess. But that didn''t matter. He was a charmer. They loved him." * * * Gabe had provided a home for Alex, who''d lost his parents in a hurricane when he was two years old. He was tall, with black hair parted on the left in a style we didn''t see much anymore. He had intelligent blue eyes that reflected the patience derived from so many years digging into dozens of archeological sites around and beyond the Confederacy.
There was an intensity in his manner that tended to draw attention whenever he entered a room. Alex was just coming in off the porch when Gabe came through the door carrying a captain''s cap. "It''s Deirdre Schultz''s," he said. She had been the Capella''s commanding officer. "Beautiful," said Alex. I understood. It was already valuable and would become, in time, priceless. "How did you persuade her to give it to you?" "I just offered to replace it.
She laughed and turned it over. Wouldn''t accept any money." "That was generous of her." Gabe couldn''t avoid shrugging, as if she''d have done it for anyone. "She told me I was her public relations guy." She''d signed an authentication. "I think she suspected that if she let me have it, it would eventually wind up in a museum." "She read you pretty well," said Alex.
The laughter continued, and neither said anything about what must have been on both their minds: that Alex, left to his own inclinations, would have eventually sold it to the highest bidder. "You know," Alex said, "leaving Rimway was probably the dumbest thing I''ve ever done." They shook hands, both looking as if they had finally put the old quarrel behind them. "And thanks for this." He looked up at the house. "I''m going to call Joyce Bartlett and have her take care of whatever legal forma.