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.They all stare around.Beyond the far barracks is a very long, shabby pool speckled with floatingleaves."I told you to bring your suits," Noah says like Santa giving presents."Well, Kendall, this looks just fine, if our equipment is only here.We mustcheck on that at once.""It'll be here," Kirk says shortly."You don't do anything until you allsign in."Another sedan has driven up.Out of it gets a large, bearded, bear-likeman in rumpled grey fatigues.He is carrying a folder."Captain Harlow," Kirk announces.The man wears no insignia; Dannrecalls that Captain is a higher rank in the Navy."All in the day-room,please.""This building will be your test site, Dr.Catledge," Captain Harlow saysas they troop into the large room at the front of the first barracks.It looks exactly like all the rec-rooms Dann saw in his service days;plywood, maple, chintz, a few pinups.Over the battered desk is a sign:WHAT YOU SEE HERE LET IT STAY HERE.The desk is littered withcopies of Stag, Readers Digest, sports magazines.Noah has trotted into the corridor leading to the bedroom cubicles, thetoilets and the back door."These bedrooms will serve as test stations, Captain," he says briskly."But we'll need doors installed to close off each end.""Just tell Lieutenant Kirk your requirements," the ursine captain sayspleasantly."You'll find we move fairly fast here.Now I need yoursignatures on these documents before I turn you loose.Read carefullybefore signing, please."Dann notices that his hands and wrists are delicate; the bearishness is an affectation.Kirk hands round papers; general fumbling for pens andplaces to write.Reading, Dann is informed that he is now subject to National SecurityDirective Fifteen, paragraph A-slash-twelve, relating to the security ofclassified information.He is, it appears, swearing never to divulge anyitem he has experienced here.He signs, visualizing himself rushing to the Soviet embassy with thenews that there is an ederly parachute-tower near Norfolk, Virginia.Kirkgives him an ID card bearing his own color photograph in plastic and awad of what appear to be tickets."Pin the badges on you at all times," Harlow tells them."Your lunch islaid on in Area F Messhall.The bus will wait while you take your bags overto the living quarters.Ladies in the end barracks, please.""Right by the pool!" Winona exclaims."Captain, can we take walksaround here? The woods look so lovely.""Your badges are for Area F only.Don't pass the area fences." He smiles."Don,'t worry, you'll get plenty of exercise.It's a square mile.""Can we walk home from the messhall?""If you wish.The bus will take you to and from meals.The schedule isover there.Lieutenant, will you come with me?"As he and Kirk go out, Costakis mutters to Dann, "Harlow.That's a newone.I've seen him without the beard."The men's barracks next door is hot and stuffy; Yost and Costakis turnon the air conditioners.Their cots are stripped, the bedding folded onthem.Dann picks a cubicle on the side nearest the women's building andtransfers some vials to his pockets.When he comes out onto the steps,R-95 Rick is waiting for him."Ron's scared," Rick says in a low, morose voice."Your brother.he's in the submarine?" Dann is trying to recall Rick'slast name: Ah, Waxman.Rick and Ron Waxman."Yeah.He doesn't like it." Rick gives him a smouldering look."I don'tlike this either.I wish we hadn't come.""I'm sure he'll be all right.They seem to be taking good care of us.""You really think so?" Rick shoots the question at him as if trying topenetrate to some fund of truth in Dann's head.Why is Rick asking him,of all people? Abstractedly, he smiles his good smile and utters morereassurance, making fof the bus. Kirk is waiting for them at the messhall door.It turns out to be a greatdim, cavernous space, filled with big military-rustic tables, all emptyexcept for a small group at the far end.The place looks old.Adjusting hiseyes, Dann sees ghosts: battalions, whole clandestine armies have trainedhere for God knows what.A plump man in fatigues and silver bars takes their mess tickets andseats them right by the door.Not near the others.Dann understands;Noah's people are in quarantine.We'll meet no one and see as little aspossible of anything that may be going on here.He squints through thedimness.At the two far tables are men in fatigues, a few smartlyuniformed Waves.Station personnel, or embryo spies? He sits downbetween Ensign Yost and the Frump; he will not let himself look at her,sitting beyond Noah, Kirk, Winona."I sure hoped we'd be on the water," Ted Yost says."Call this a shoreinstallation?" He sighs."I wish I could have gone in the sub.""Ron didn't want to go," Rick tells him sulkily."He had to because he'sthe best sender.He hates it.""I know." Yost smiles with unexpected sweetness, his gaze far off.Their food comes fast, on trays; enormous breaded veal cutlets, bakedpotatoes, applesauce.Good, but too much of everything.As it arrives, fourpeople at the far end get up to go.Among them Dann sees the bearded"Captain Harlow" and a tall, thin, grey civilian.Kirk jumps up and stridesdown to them."The Black Rider," mutters the Frump's voice beside him.I must stopcalling her that, Dann thinks.What the hell is her name? SomethingItalian.From beyond her the Princess smiles at him intently."I'm so glad you're with us, Doctor Dann." Her voice is very soft."Everybody! Give me your movie-tickets!" It's Kendall Kirk back,looming at them in his insufferable clean-cut way."The movie-tickets,those yellow ones.You never should have been issued them," he saysseverely, as though it was their fault.There is a general confusion while the movie-tickets are being separatedfrom the meal-tickets and passed back to Kirk.Dann is delighted with thisevidence of military bumbling.At last Kirk sits down again, and startstalking with Noah about their missing equipment.The Frump has been making scornful comments, sotto voce.Herswarthy face looks surprisingly like a worried small boy's.Dannexperiences a rush of outgoing geniality. "You know, after all this time of having to refer to you asDouble-you-eleven and twelve, I'm not sure we've ever been introduced.I'm Daniel Dann.""Fredericka Crespinelli." The Frump says it so like a handshake thatDann glances down and sees her small fist curled tight."I'm Valerie Ahlgren," the Princess laughs."Hey, Daniel Dann, that'sneat.It's Dan any way you say it.I'm Val, call her Frodo."The Frump Fredericka scowls.Dann prods his memory."Frodo that's from a book, isn't it?""How would you know?" Fredericka Frodo demands."Wait Tolkien.Something Rings.And Mordor was the Black Realm,wasn't it?" He smiles."Do you see this place as a black realm?""Oh yes," says Valerie.But her friend asks curtly, "What are you, apsychiatrist?""Goodness no.I'm just interested.To me this place seems, well,somewhat ramshackle and abandoned.Maybe it was blacker once.""It's not abandoned," Valerie says intensely, looking furtively about."Ghosts, maybe," Dann chuckles."Didn't you notice those magazines all recent?" Frodo frowns."Theyuse this place.""That's why we're so glad you're with us," Val says quietly."People likeus, we're vulnerable.They don't like us."For an instant Dann thinks she's telling him they're lesbians, which hehad rather assumed.(The perennial male puzzle: How, how?) But then herealizes her glance had summed up the whole table.She means, he sees, people like Noah's subjects.People who aresupposed to be telepathic, to read minds.Nonsense, he thinks, meaningnonsense that they read thoughts and nonsense that the powers ofDeerfield would dislike them."They value you," he tells her gently [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.They all stare around.Beyond the far barracks is a very long, shabby pool speckled with floatingleaves."I told you to bring your suits," Noah says like Santa giving presents."Well, Kendall, this looks just fine, if our equipment is only here.We mustcheck on that at once.""It'll be here," Kirk says shortly."You don't do anything until you allsign in."Another sedan has driven up.Out of it gets a large, bearded, bear-likeman in rumpled grey fatigues.He is carrying a folder."Captain Harlow," Kirk announces.The man wears no insignia; Dannrecalls that Captain is a higher rank in the Navy."All in the day-room,please.""This building will be your test site, Dr.Catledge," Captain Harlow saysas they troop into the large room at the front of the first barracks.It looks exactly like all the rec-rooms Dann saw in his service days;plywood, maple, chintz, a few pinups.Over the battered desk is a sign:WHAT YOU SEE HERE LET IT STAY HERE.The desk is littered withcopies of Stag, Readers Digest, sports magazines.Noah has trotted into the corridor leading to the bedroom cubicles, thetoilets and the back door."These bedrooms will serve as test stations, Captain," he says briskly."But we'll need doors installed to close off each end.""Just tell Lieutenant Kirk your requirements," the ursine captain sayspleasantly."You'll find we move fairly fast here.Now I need yoursignatures on these documents before I turn you loose.Read carefullybefore signing, please."Dann notices that his hands and wrists are delicate; the bearishness is an affectation.Kirk hands round papers; general fumbling for pens andplaces to write.Reading, Dann is informed that he is now subject to National SecurityDirective Fifteen, paragraph A-slash-twelve, relating to the security ofclassified information.He is, it appears, swearing never to divulge anyitem he has experienced here.He signs, visualizing himself rushing to the Soviet embassy with thenews that there is an ederly parachute-tower near Norfolk, Virginia.Kirkgives him an ID card bearing his own color photograph in plastic and awad of what appear to be tickets."Pin the badges on you at all times," Harlow tells them."Your lunch islaid on in Area F Messhall.The bus will wait while you take your bags overto the living quarters.Ladies in the end barracks, please.""Right by the pool!" Winona exclaims."Captain, can we take walksaround here? The woods look so lovely.""Your badges are for Area F only.Don't pass the area fences." He smiles."Don,'t worry, you'll get plenty of exercise.It's a square mile.""Can we walk home from the messhall?""If you wish.The bus will take you to and from meals.The schedule isover there.Lieutenant, will you come with me?"As he and Kirk go out, Costakis mutters to Dann, "Harlow.That's a newone.I've seen him without the beard."The men's barracks next door is hot and stuffy; Yost and Costakis turnon the air conditioners.Their cots are stripped, the bedding folded onthem.Dann picks a cubicle on the side nearest the women's building andtransfers some vials to his pockets.When he comes out onto the steps,R-95 Rick is waiting for him."Ron's scared," Rick says in a low, morose voice."Your brother.he's in the submarine?" Dann is trying to recall Rick'slast name: Ah, Waxman.Rick and Ron Waxman."Yeah.He doesn't like it." Rick gives him a smouldering look."I don'tlike this either.I wish we hadn't come.""I'm sure he'll be all right.They seem to be taking good care of us.""You really think so?" Rick shoots the question at him as if trying topenetrate to some fund of truth in Dann's head.Why is Rick asking him,of all people? Abstractedly, he smiles his good smile and utters morereassurance, making fof the bus. Kirk is waiting for them at the messhall door.It turns out to be a greatdim, cavernous space, filled with big military-rustic tables, all emptyexcept for a small group at the far end.The place looks old.Adjusting hiseyes, Dann sees ghosts: battalions, whole clandestine armies have trainedhere for God knows what.A plump man in fatigues and silver bars takes their mess tickets andseats them right by the door.Not near the others.Dann understands;Noah's people are in quarantine.We'll meet no one and see as little aspossible of anything that may be going on here.He squints through thedimness.At the two far tables are men in fatigues, a few smartlyuniformed Waves.Station personnel, or embryo spies? He sits downbetween Ensign Yost and the Frump; he will not let himself look at her,sitting beyond Noah, Kirk, Winona."I sure hoped we'd be on the water," Ted Yost says."Call this a shoreinstallation?" He sighs."I wish I could have gone in the sub.""Ron didn't want to go," Rick tells him sulkily."He had to because he'sthe best sender.He hates it.""I know." Yost smiles with unexpected sweetness, his gaze far off.Their food comes fast, on trays; enormous breaded veal cutlets, bakedpotatoes, applesauce.Good, but too much of everything.As it arrives, fourpeople at the far end get up to go.Among them Dann sees the bearded"Captain Harlow" and a tall, thin, grey civilian.Kirk jumps up and stridesdown to them."The Black Rider," mutters the Frump's voice beside him.I must stopcalling her that, Dann thinks.What the hell is her name? SomethingItalian.From beyond her the Princess smiles at him intently."I'm so glad you're with us, Doctor Dann." Her voice is very soft."Everybody! Give me your movie-tickets!" It's Kendall Kirk back,looming at them in his insufferable clean-cut way."The movie-tickets,those yellow ones.You never should have been issued them," he saysseverely, as though it was their fault.There is a general confusion while the movie-tickets are being separatedfrom the meal-tickets and passed back to Kirk.Dann is delighted with thisevidence of military bumbling.At last Kirk sits down again, and startstalking with Noah about their missing equipment.The Frump has been making scornful comments, sotto voce.Herswarthy face looks surprisingly like a worried small boy's.Dannexperiences a rush of outgoing geniality. "You know, after all this time of having to refer to you asDouble-you-eleven and twelve, I'm not sure we've ever been introduced.I'm Daniel Dann.""Fredericka Crespinelli." The Frump says it so like a handshake thatDann glances down and sees her small fist curled tight."I'm Valerie Ahlgren," the Princess laughs."Hey, Daniel Dann, that'sneat.It's Dan any way you say it.I'm Val, call her Frodo."The Frump Fredericka scowls.Dann prods his memory."Frodo that's from a book, isn't it?""How would you know?" Fredericka Frodo demands."Wait Tolkien.Something Rings.And Mordor was the Black Realm,wasn't it?" He smiles."Do you see this place as a black realm?""Oh yes," says Valerie.But her friend asks curtly, "What are you, apsychiatrist?""Goodness no.I'm just interested.To me this place seems, well,somewhat ramshackle and abandoned.Maybe it was blacker once.""It's not abandoned," Valerie says intensely, looking furtively about."Ghosts, maybe," Dann chuckles."Didn't you notice those magazines all recent?" Frodo frowns."Theyuse this place.""That's why we're so glad you're with us," Val says quietly."People likeus, we're vulnerable.They don't like us."For an instant Dann thinks she's telling him they're lesbians, which hehad rather assumed.(The perennial male puzzle: How, how?) But then herealizes her glance had summed up the whole table.She means, he sees, people like Noah's subjects.People who aresupposed to be telepathic, to read minds.Nonsense, he thinks, meaningnonsense that they read thoughts and nonsense that the powers ofDeerfield would dislike them."They value you," he tells her gently [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]