Robert A Heinlein - Tunnel in the Sky

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TUNNEL IN THE SKY

ROBERT A. HEINLEIN

LONDON

VICTOR GOLLANCZ LTD 1972

FIRST PUBLISHED MARCH 1966

SECOND IMPRESSION MARCH 1966

THIRD IMPRESSION SEPTMBER 1969

FOURTH IMPRESSION NOVEMBER 1972

ISBN 575 00432 0

PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY

LOWE AND BRYDONE (PRINTERS) LTD., THETFORD, NORFOLK

FOR

JEANNIE AND BIBS

CONTENTS

Chapter 1 The Marching Hordes 3

2The Fifth Way 26

3 Through the Tunnel 47

4Savage 78

5 The Nova 88

6 "I Think He Is Dead" 98

7"I Should Have Baked a Cake" 111

8"Fish, or Cut Bait" 122

9"A Joyful Omen" 149

10 "I So Move" 158

11 The Beach of Bones 179

12 "It Won't Work, Rod" 194

13 Unkillable 201

14 Civilization 222

15 In Achilles' Tent 245

16 The Endless Road 266

The Marching Hordes

The bulletin board outside lecture hall 1712-A of Patrick Henry High School showed a flashing

red light. Rod Walker pushed his way into a knot of students and tried to see what the special

notice had to say. He received an elbow in the stomach, accompanied by: "Hey! Quit shoving!"

"Sorry. Take it easy, Jimmy." Rod locked the elbow in a bone breaker but put no pressure on,

craned his neck to look over Jimmy Throxton's head. "What's on the board?"

"No class today."

"Why not?"

A voice near the board answered him. "Because tomorrow it's 'Hail, Caesar, we who are about

to die-'"

"So?" Rod felt his stomach tighten as it always did before an examination. Someone moved

aside and he managed to read the notice:

PATRICK HENRY HIGH SCHOOL

Department of Social Studies

SPECIAL NOTICE to all students Course 410

(elective senior seminar) Advanced Survival,

instr. Dr. Matson, 1712-A MWF

1. There will be no class Friday the 14th.

2. Twenty-Four Hour Notice is hereby given of final examination in Solo Survival. Students will

present themselves for physical check at 0900 Saturday in the dispensary of Templeton Gate

and will start passing through the gate at 1000, using three-minute intervals by lot.

3. TEST CONDITIONS:

(a) ANY planet, ANY climate, ANY terrain;

(b) NO rules, ALL weapons, ANY equipment;

company;

(d) TEST DURATION is not less than forty-eight hours, not more than ten days.

4. Dr. Matson will be available for advice and consultation until 1700 Friday.

5. Test may be postponed Only on recommendation of examining physician, but any student

may withdraw from the course without administrative penalty up until 1000 Saturday.

6. Good luck and long life to you all!

(s)B. P. Matson, Sc.D.

Approved:

J. R. ROERICH, for the Board

Rod Walker reread the notice slowly, while trying to quiet the quiver in his nerves. He

checked off the test conditions-why, those were not "conditions" but a total lack of conditions,

no limits of any sort! They could dump you through the gate and the next instant you might be

facing a polar bear at forty below-or wrestling an Octopus deep in warm salt water.

Or, he added, faced up to some three-headed horror on a planet you had never heard of.

He heard a soprano voice complaining, "'Twenty-four hour notice!' Why, it's less than twenty

hours now. That's not fair."

Another girl answered, "What's the difference? I wish we were starting this minute. I won't get

a wink of sleep tonight."

"If we are supposed to have twenty-four hours to get ready, then we ought to have them. Fair

is fair."

Another student, a tall, husky Zulu girl, chuckled softly. "Go on in. Tell the Deacon that."

Rod backed out of the press, taking Jimmy Throxton with him. He felt that he knew what

"Deacon" Matson would say . . . something about the irrelevancy of fairness to survival. He

chewed over the bait in paragraph five; nobody would say boo if he dropped the course. After

all, "Advanced Survival' was properly a college. course; he would graduate without it.

But he knew down deep that if he lost his nerve now, he would never take the course later.

Jimmy said nervously, "What d'you think of it, Rod?"

"All right, I guess. But I'd like to know whether or not to wear my long-handled underwear.

Do you suppose the Deacon would give us a hint?"

"Him? Not him! He thinks a broken leg is the height of humor. That man would eat his own

grandmother- without salt."

"Oh, come now! He'd use salt. Say, Jim? You saw what it said about teaming."

"Yeah. . . what about it?" Jimmy's eyes shifted away. Rod felt a moment's irritation. He was

making a suggestion as delicate as a proposal of marriage, an offer to put his own life in the same

basket with Jimmy's. The greatest risk in a solo test was that a fellow just had to sleep sometime

. . . but a team could split it up and stand watch over each other.

Jimmy must know that Rod was better than he was, with any weapon or bare hands; the

proposition was to his advantage. Yet here he was hesitating as if he thought Rod might handicap

him. "What's the matter, Jim?" Rod said bleakly. "Figure you're safer going it alone?"

"Uh, no, not exactly."

"You mean you'd rather not team with me?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that!"

"Then what did you mean?"

"I meant- Look, Rod, I surely do thank you. I won't forget it. But that notice said something

else, too."

"What?"

"It said we could dump this durned course and still graduate. And I just happened to

remember that I don't need it for the retail clothing business."

"Huh? I thought you had ambitions to become a wideangled lawyer?'

"So exotic jurisprudence loses its brightest jewel. . . so what do I care? It will make my old

man very happy to learn that I've decided to stick with the family business."

"You mean you're scared."

"Well, that's one way of putting it. Aren't you?"

Rod took a deep breath. "Yes. I'm scared."

"Good! Now let's both give a classic demonstration of how to survive and stay alive by

marching down to the Registrar's office and bravely signing our names to withdrawal slips."

"Uh, no. You go ahead."

"You mean you're sticking?"

"I guess so."

"Look, Rod, have you looked over the statistics on last year's classes?"

"No. And I don't want to. So long." Rod turned sharply and headed for the classroom door,

leaving Jimmy to stare after him with a troubled look.

The lecture room was occupied by a dozen or so of the seminar's students. Doctor Matson,

the "Deacon," was squatting tailor-fashion on one corner of his desk and holding forth informally.

He was a small man and spare, with a leathery face, a patch over one eye, and most of three

fingers missing from his left hand. On his chest were miniature ribbons, marking service in three

famous first expeditions; one carried a tiny diamond cluster that showed him to be the last living

member of that group.

Rod slipped into the second row. The Deacon's eye flicked at him as he went on talking. "I

don't understand the complaints," he said jovially. "The test conditions say 'all weapons' so you

can protect yourself any way you like. . . from a slingshot to a cobalt bomb. I think final

examination should be bare hands, not so much as a nail file. But the Board of Education doesn't

agree, so we do it this sissy way instead." He shrugged and grinned.

"Uh, Doctor, I take it then that the Board knows that we are going to run into dangerous

animals?"

"Eh? You surely will! The most dangerous animal known."

"Doctor, if you mean that literally-"

"Oh, I do, I do!"

"Then I take it that we are either being sent to Mithra and will have to watch out for snow

apes, or we are going to stay on Terra and be dumped where we can expect leopards. Am I

right?"

The Deacon shook his head despairingly. "My boy, you had better cancel and take this course

over. Those dumb brutes aren't dangerous."

"But Jasper says, in Predators and Prey, that the two trickiest, most dangerous-"

"Jasper's maiden aunt! I'm talking about the real King of the Beasts, the only animal that is

always dangerous, even when not hungry. The two-legged brute. Take a look around you!"

The instructor leaned forward. "I've said this nineteen dozen times but you still don't believe

it. Man is the one animal that can't be tamed. He goes along for years as peaceful as a cow, when

it suits him. Then when it suits him not to be, he makes a leopard look like a tabby cat. Which

goes double for the female of the species. Take another look around you. All friends. We've been

on group-survival field tests together; we can depend on each other. So? Read about the Donner

Party, or the First Venus Expedition. Anyhow, the test area will have several other classes in it,

all strangers to you." Doctor Matson fixed his eye on Rod. "I hate to see some of you take this

test, I really do. Some of you are city dwellers by nature; I'm afraid I have not managed to get it

through your heads that there are no policemen where you are going. Nor will I be around to give

you a hand if you make some silly mistake."

His eye moved on; Rod wondered if the Deacon meant him. Sometimes he felt that the Deacon

took delight in rawhiding him. But Rod knew that it was serious; the course was required for all

the Outlands professions for the good reason that the Outlands were places where you were

smart - or you were dead. Rod had chosen to take this course before entering college because he

hoped that it would help him to get a scholarship - but that did not mean that he thought it was

just a formality. He looked around, wondering who would be willing to team with him now that

Jimmy had dropped out. There was a couple in front of him, Bob Baxter and Carmen Garcia. He

checked them off, as they undoubtedly would team together; they planned to become medical

missionaries and intended to marry as soon as they could.

How about Johann Braun? He would make a real partner, all right-strong, fast on his feet, and

smart. But Rod did not trust him, nor did he think that Braun would want him. He began to see

that he might have made a mistake in not cultivating other friends in the class besides Jimmy.

That big Zulu girl, Caroline something-unpronounceable. Strong as an ox and absolutely

fearless. But it would not do to team with a girl; girls were likely to mistake a cold business deal

for a romantic gambit. His eyes moved on until at last he was forced to conclude that there was

no one there to whom he wished to suggest partnership.

"Prof, how about a hint? Should we take suntan oil? Or chilblain lotion?"

Matson grinned and drawled, "Son, I'll tell you every bit that I know. This test area was

picked by a teacher in Europe. . . and I picked one for his class. But I don't know what it is any

more than you do. Send me a post card."

"But-" The boy who had spoken stopped. Then he suddenly stood up. "Prof, this isn't a fair

test. I'm checking out."

"What's unfair about it? Not that we meant to make it fair."

"Well, you could dump us any place-"

"That's right."

"-the back side of the Moon, in vacuum up to our chins. Or onto a chlorine planet. Or the

middle of an ocean. I don't know whether to take a space suit, or a canoe. So the deuce with it.

Real life isn't like that."

"It isn't, eh?" Matson said softly. "That's what Jonah said when the whale swallowed him."

He added, "But I will give you some hints. We mean this test to be passed by anyone bright

enough to deserve it. So we won't let you walk into a poisonous atmosphere, or a vacuum,

without a mask. If you are dumped into water, land won't be too far to swim. And so on. While I

don't know where you are going, I did see the list of test areas for this year's classes. A smart

man can survive in any of them. You ought to realize, son, that the Board of Education would

have nothing to gain by killing off all its candidates for the key professions."

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