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Footfall
Larry Niven & Jerry Pournelle
(pagination from paperback)
Prologue xiii
PART ONE: THE ROGUES 1
1 Discovery 3
2 Announcements 15
3 Flintridge 30
4 Blind Mice 45
5 See How They Run 61
6 Preparations 73
7 Great Expectations 85
8 Launch 97
9 Anticipations 112
PART TWO: ARRIVAL 127
10 The Arrival 129
11 Lights in the Sky 144
12 Message Bearer 157
13 The Morning After 171
14 The Dam 183
15 The Wheat Fields 195
16 Submission 207
17 Farmhouses 219
18 The Jayhawk War 232
19 The Scholars 243
20 Schemes 260
21 War Plans 274
22 Something in the Air 287
PART THREE: FOOTFALL 297
23 Cleanup 299
24 Meetings 310
25 The Garden 320
26 Confrontation 331
27 The Phony War 342
28 The Prisoners 355
29 Footfall 370
PART FOUR; THE CLIMBING FITHP 385
30 Footprints 387
31 Maximum Security 397
32 Mudhath 408
33 Archangel 415
34 The Minstrels 428
35 The Washing of the Spears 445
36 Treason 458
37 The Iron Crab 473
38 Prayers 485
39 The Silver-Tongued Devils 498
40 Thy Dastardly Doings Are Past 510
41 Breakout 523
42 The Men in the Walls 535
43 Steam 544
44 Impact 561
45 Terms of Surrender 571
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
THE DISCOVERERS
Linda Crichton Gillespie, a Washington debutante
Jeanette Crichton, her sister
Dr. Richard Owen, astronomer
Dr. Mary Alie Mouton, astronomer
Major General Edmund Gillespie, USAF astronaut
WASHINGTON
David Coffey, President of the United States
Mrs. Jeanne Coffey, First Lady
The Honorable Wesley T. Dawson, a Congressman from California
Mrs. Carlotta Trujillo Dawson, his wife
Roger Brooks, Special Assignments Reporter, Washington Post
James Frantza, White House Chief of Staff
Henry Morton, Vice President
Dr. Arthur Hart, Secretary of State
Hap Aylesworth, Special Assistant to the President for Political Affairs
Ted Griffin, Secretary of Defense
Admiral Thorwald Carrell, National Security Advisor
Peter McCleve, Attorney General
Tim Rosenthal, Secretary of the Treasury
Connie Fuller, Secretary of Commerce
Arnold Riggs, Secretary of Agriculture
Jack Clybourne, Presidential Protection Unit, Secret Service
THE SOVIETS
Academician Pavel Aleksandrovich Bondarev, Director, Lenin Institute
Lorena Polinova, his secretary and mistress
Marina Nikolayevna Bondarev, his wife
Boris Ogarkov, Party Secretary at the Institute
Andrei Pyatigorskiy, Assistant Director, Lenin Institute
General Nikolai Nikolayevich Narovchatov, Party Third Secretary, later
Party First Secretary
Chairman Anatoliy Vladimirovich Petrovskiy, Chairman of the Supreme
Soviet
Ilya Trusova, Chairman of the KGB
Dmitri Parfenovich Grushin, KGB officer
Marshal Leonid Edmundovich Shavyrin, Marshal of the Long Range Strategic
Rocket Forces
SURVIVORS AND OTHERS
Harry Reddington, unemployed minstrel
Jeri Wilson, Senior Editor, Harris Wickes Press
Melissa Wilson, her daughter
William Adolphos Shakes
Kevin Shakes
Miranda Shakes
Isadore and Clara Leiber
George and Vicki Tate-Evans
Jack and Harriet McCauley
Martin Carnell, Show-dog breeder
Ken Dutton, Bookstore manager
Cora Donaldson
Sarge Harris, friends of Ken Dutton
Patsy Clevenger
Anthony Graves
Maximilian Rohrs, general contractor, Bellingham
Evelyn Rohrs, former Washington socialite
Ben Lafferty, Sheriff Whatcom County, Washington
Leigh Young, Deputy Sheriff
Whitey Lowenthal, welder
Carol North, citizens of Lauren, Kansas
Rosalee Neill
KOSMOGRAD
Colonel Arvid Pavlovich Rogachev, Commander of Kosmograd
Nikolai, onetime Sergeant, Red Air Force
Allana Aleksandrovna Tutsikova, Deputy Commander
Dr. Giselle Beaumont, French scientist
The Honorable Giorge N'Bruhna, Nigerian politician
Captain John Greeley, USAFU astronaut
THE FITHP
Herdmaster Pastempeh-keph
Advisor Fathisteh-tulk
K'turfookeph, the Herdmaster's mate
Chowpeentulk, Advisor's mate
Fookerteh, the Herdmaster's son
Attackmaster Koothfektil-rnsp
Defensemaster Tantarent-fid
Breaker-Two Takpusseh (later Takpusseh-yamp)
Breaker-One Raztupisp-minz
Fistareth-thuktun, priest and historian
Koolpooleh, male assistant to Fistarteh-thuktun
Paykurtank, female assistant to Fistarteh-thuktun
Octuple leader Pretheeteh-damh
Tashayamp, female assistant to Takpusseh (later his mate)
Octuple Leader Chintithpit-mang, sleeper
Shreshleemang, Chintithpit-mang's mate
Eight-cubed Leader Harpanet
Eight-cubed Leader Siplistepth
Rashinggith, warrior (Year Zero Fithp)
Birithart-yamp, warrior in Africa
Pheegorun, warrior in Africa, died by spear
Thiparteth-fuft, guard officer
COLORADO SPRINGS
Sergeant Ben Mailey, U.S. Army
Sherry Atkinson
Robert and Virginia Anson
the Threat Team
Wade and Jane Curtis
Bob Burnham
Lieutenant General Harvey Toland, U.S. Army
The Honorable Joe Dayton, Speaker of the House
Senator Alexander Haswell, President Pro Temps of the Senate
Senator Raymond Carr, Senator from Kansas
WARRIORS AND PRISONERS
Nat Reynolds
Joe Ransom
John Woodward
Carrie Woodward, prisoners
Alice MeLennon
Gary Capehart
Ensign Jeff Franklin
Hamilton Gamble
Dr. Arthur Grace
"Tiny" Pelz, crewman
Michael Jason Daniels
Samuel Cohen
Roy Cuber, shuttle pilots
Jay Hadley
Commander Anton Villars, Captain, USNS Ethan Allen
Colonel Julius Carter, U.S. Special Forces
Lieutenant Jack Carruthers, U.S. Special Forces
Lieutenant Ivan Semeyusov, Soviet Expeditionary Force
Brant Chisholm, South African farmer
Katje Chisholm, his wife
Mvubi, Zulu warrior
Niklaus Van Der Stel, Afrikaner Commando
Juana Trujillo Morgan, wife of Major Morgan
Lieutenant Colonel Joe Halverson
Major David Morgan, Kansas National Guard
Captain Evan
Corporal Jimmy Lewis
Captain George Mason
PROLOGUE
Where are they?
-Enrico Fermi
The Fifth Part of the Year Three
Within its broad array of nested rings, the planet was a seething
storm. It had always been so. Patterns chased themselves across
its brown-on-brown face in bands and curlicues. The space around
it churned with activity: billions of icy particles in a broad array of
nested rings; eights of moons; streamers of dust whipped by
powerful magnetic fields; all whirling around at terrific velocities, at
several makasrupkithp per breath. Message Bearer maneuvered
within that storm.
The Herdmaster's Advisor, gazing raptly through the thick
double window, seemed to notice only the beauty of the scene.
The Herdmaster found that irritating. His own domain included
collisions, industrial operations, internal quarrels, and the peaceful
integration of sleepers with spaceborn. He had quite enough
problems without . . . that.
Message Bearer's main telescope was the equal of any
astronomical installation on the world they had left behind. The alien
probe was close now, by astronomical standards, and the screen
showed it in fine detail.
A circular antenna. A pod at the tip of a long boom radiated
infrared warmth. That would be the power supply. Two more
booms thrust instruments outward. Clasp digits with me, that I
may know your herd! One extension held what had to be cameras,
the other some kind of electronic sensing device.
Sixty-four sleepers, the Breaker's team, were working now to
infer what they could about the creatures who had built that
machine. They hadn't told the Herdmaster anything useful. When
the camera platform began to turn, the Herdmaster's digits flexed
restlessly.
"You made your decision half a year ago," Advisor
Fathistehtulk said placidly. "You did not destroy it then. How can
you destroy it now?"
"Here is where their fragile spy probe must pass through
endless orbiting debris, It must survive collisions, radiation, orbital
fluctuations, and any unreal danger the prey may imagine. Here is
where some mischance is most likely to smash it!"
"We agreed that the probe will find no trace of us. Message
Bearer is tiny on this scale. Surely the probe is not seeking us: it
was launched long before we arrived. But if there were something
to see, yonder camera might have seen it by now. Some evidence
of our presence, vivid in their receivers ... and now comes a flash of
light, then silence from the probe, ever after. Would that tickle your
suspicions?"
"If you were Herdmaster, would you continue to worry?"
That was cruel. At the beginning of things, Fathisteh-tulk had
been Herdmaster. He had entered his death-sleep expecting to be
Herdmaster again. In his present subservient position the concerns
of a Herdmaster seemed not to bother him at all. Sometimes
Herdmaster Pastempeh-keph wondered if he was being mocked.
"Were I Herdmaster," the Advisor said placidly, "I would do as
you have done. Rest quiet while the probe passes through. Make
no attempt to move the ship, send no message to our work force
on the Foot. Let the probe pass. When the second probe comes,
we will be established on the Foot. Let them try to distinguish us
against an unknown background."
And he turned from the telescope screen, perhaps pointedly,
to gaze on the great brown-patterned world and its vast rings.
The Herdmaster said, "I worry. For much of their history the
prey must have studied this ... great gaudy ornament in their sky.
They would know what to expect better than we do after less than
a year. What have we missed?"
Outside the broad main ring system, a narrower ring still roiled
from the wake of Message Bearer's drive.
November 1980
As she closed the gate and automatically picked up a scrap of
paper that had blown into the yard, Linda Gillespie realized that she
was beginning to think of this house -- a typical California
development split-level -- as home. That would mike the second
home since she was married. There had been three other places
they hadn't stayed in long enough to think about as homelike at all.
Five moves in four years. The Air Force was a mobile service,
especially for hot fighter pilots. The best place had been in Texas,
when Edmund had been with the astronaut office, and they'd lived
in El Lago.
But this couldn't really be home. It was just a rented house, a
place to stay during Edmund's tour at the Space and Missiles
Systems Organization in Los
Angeles. Now that he'd been assigned as a shuttle pilot, they'd
move again. Back to Houston! That would be nice. Houston treated
astronauts and their families very well indeed.
It was a gloomy Los Angeles November morning, chilly even
through her cashmere sweater, with low clouds and fog. The air
smelled damp, with a trace of the odor of smog. There was no
sunshine, although by noon there would be. It wasn't pleasant
outside.
Inside was better. She poured coffee and sat at the kitchen
table. Too early for Ed to call. He wouldn't anyway. He never did
when he was out of town. It's all very well to be married to an
astronaut hero, but it would be nice to have a husband at home
once in a while. The Los Angeles Times lay on the table, and she
thumbed through it.
She didn't like to be alone at home, but she didn't want to go
anywhere, either. Ed could assure her she was perfectly safe, much
safer than in
Washington, where she'd grown up, and she could believe him --
but she knew
Washington, and Los Angeles was a mystery. One San Francisco
columnist kept teasing Los Angeles about being invisible.
There was also the Hollywood Strangler, and a man alleged to
be the Freeway Killer was on trial for the torture sex murders of a
dozen young boys. Great place to raise children. She folded the
paper. Time to wax the kitchen floor, she decided. Ed didn't care
much, but his colonel would come to dinner next week, and Colonel
McReady's wife was inclined to snoop. Besides, it wasn't that hard
to do floors.
Ed wouldn't approve. Not now. She grinned and looked down
at her stomach. Didn't show a bit. She wasn't sick, either, and if it
hadn't been for the missed periods and medical reports there'd be
no reason to suspect she was pregnant. Even so, Ed treated her
like she was made of Dresden china. He carried out the garbage, did
all the lifting, and worried about hurting her during sex.
That thought made her frown. Ed went all gooey over her
pregnancy, but it turned him off! Maybe I'll lose interest in a month
or so. I sure hope so, the way he acts.
Linda poured more coffee. The telephone rang, startling her so
that she dropped the cup. It was Corningware and didn't break, but
it clattered loudly on the floor, spilling coffee everywhere.
"Hello?"
"Linda?"
"Yes?"
"By golly, it is you! It's Roger."
"Oh. How are you, Roger?"
"Great. Glad you haven't forgotten me."
"No, I haven't forgotten." You don't forget your first, she
thought. First love, first sex experience, first--a lot of firsts with
Roger, back in high school and just after. And what should I say?
That he hasn't called in a long time, but that's all right because I
didn't want him to? "Roger, how did you get our number?"
"We reporters have our ways. Hey, I'd like to see you. What
about a really unusual experience?"
She giggled. "Roger, I'm a married woman."
"Sure. Happily?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Good. Good for you and Edmund, anyway. What I have in
mind is in Edmund's line. JPL. The Saturn encounter. Voyager is out
there getting pictures nobody understands, and we can see them
firsthand." He paused a moment. "It's this way. I'm here in Los
Angeles covering the Saturn story. Not exactly Pulitzer Prize
material, but I took the assignment to get away from Washington
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FootfallLarryNiven&JerryPournelle(paginationfrompaperback)ProloguexiiiPARTONE:THEROGUES11Discovery32Announcements153Flintridge304BlindMice455SeeHowTheyRun616Preparations737GreatExpectations858Launch979Anticipations112PARTTWO:ARRIVAL12710TheArrival12911LightsintheSky14412MessageBearer15713TheMorningA...

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