Were going to go in and see if we can help and replenish fresh provisions at the same time, if thats possible, said Dem Lia, her tone friendly but final. Saigyô, at our greatest deceleration figure consistent with not stressing the internal containment fields, how long will it take us to a rendezvous point about five thousand klicks from the forest ring?
Thirty-seven hours, said the AI.
Which gets us there seven days and a bit before that ugly machine, said Oam Rai.
Hell, said Dr. Sam, that machine could be something the Ousters built to ferry themselves through the heliosphere shock fields to the red-giant system. A sort of ugly trolley.
I dont think so, said young Den Soa, missing the older mans irony.
Well, the Ousters have noticed us, said Patek Georg, who was jacksensed into his systems nexus. Saigyô, bring up the windows again, please. Same magnification as before.
Suddenly the room was filled with starlight and sunlight and the reflected light from the braided orbital forest ring that looked like nothing so much as Jack and the Giants beanstalk, curving out of sight around the bright, white star. Only now something else had been added to the picture.
This is real time? whispered Dem Lia.
Yes, said Saigyô. The Ousters have obviously been watching our fusion tail as weve entered the system. Now theyre coming out to greet us.
Thousandstens of thousandsof fluttering bands of light had left the forest ring and were moving like brilliant fireflies or radiant gossamers away from the braid of huge leaves, bark, and atmosphere. The thousands of motes of light were headed out-system, toward the Helix.
Could you please amplify that image a bit more? said Dem Lia. She had been speaking to Saigyô, but it was Kem Loi, who was already wired into the ships optic net, who acted.
Butterflies of light. Wings a hundred, two hundred, five hundred kilometers across catching the solar wind and riding the magnetic-field lines pouring out of the small, bright star. But not just tens of thousands of winged angels or demons of light, hundreds of thousands. At the very minimum, hundreds of thousands. Lets hope theyre friendly, said Patek Georg. Lets hope we can still communicate with them, whispered young Den Soa. I mean they could have forced their own evolution any direction in the last fifteen hundred years.
Dem Lia set her hand softly on the table, but hard enough to be heard. I suggest that we quit speculating and hoping for the moment and get ready for this rendezvous in She paused.
Twenty-seven hours eight minutes if the Ousters continue sailing out-system to meet us, said Saigyô on cue.
Res Sandre, Dem Lia said softly, why dont you and your propulsion AI begin work now on making sure that our last bit of deceleration is mild enough that it isnt going to fry a few tens of thousands of these Ousters coming to greet us. That would be a bad overture to diplomatic contact.
If they are coming out with hostile intent, said Patek Georg, the fusion drive would be one of our most potent weapons against
Dem Lia interrupted. Her voice was soft but brooked no argument. No discussion of war with this Ouster civilization until their motives become clear. Patek, you can review all ship defensive systems, but let us have no further group discussion of offensive action until you and I talk about it privately.
Patek Georg bowed his head.
Are there any other questions or comments? asked Dem Lia. There were none.
The nine people rose from the table and went about their business.
A largely sleepless twenty-four-plus hours later, Dem Lia stood alone and god-sized in the white stars system, the G8 blazing away only a few yards from her shoulder. The braided worldtree was so close that she could have reached out and touched it, wrapped her god-sized hand around it, while at the level of her chest the hundreds of thousands of shimmering wings of light converged on the Helix, whose deceleration fusion tail had dwindled to nothing.
Dem Lia stood on nothing, her feet planted steadily on black space, the alien forest ring roughly at her belt line, the stars a huge sphere of constellations and foggy galactic scatterings far above, around, and beyond her.
Suddenly Saigyô joined her. The tenth-century monk assumed his usual virreal pose: cross-legged, floating easily just above the plane of the ecliptic a few respectful yards from Dem Lia. He was shirtless and barefoot, and his round belly added to the sense of good feeling that emanated from the round face, squinted eyes, and ruddy cheeks.
The Ousters fly the solar winds so beautifully, muttered Dem Lia.
Saigyô nodded. You notice, though, that theyre really surfing the shock waves riding out along the magnetic-field lines. That gives them those astounding bursts of speed.
Ive been told that, but not seen it, said Dem Lia. Could you
Instantly the solar system in which they stood became a maze of magnetic-field lines pouring from the G8 white star, curving at first and then becoming as straight and evenly spaced as a barrage of laser lances. The display showed this elaborate pattern of magnetic-field lines in red. Blue lines showed the uncountable paths of cosmic rays flowing into the system from all over the galaxy, aligning themselves with the magnetic-field lines and trying to corkscrew their way up the field lines like swirling salmon fighting their way upstream to spawn in the belly of the star. Dem Lia noticed that magnetic-field lines pouring from both the north and south poles of the sun were kinked and folded around themselves, thus deflecting even more cosmic waves that should otherwise have had an easy trip up smooth polar-field lines. Dem Lia changed metaphors, thinking of sperm fighting their way toward a blazing egg, and being cast aside by vicious solar winds and surges of magnetic waves, blasted away by shock waves that whipped out along the field lines as if someone had forcefully shaken a wire or snapped a bullwhip.