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fruit trees and grapes. Nothing
remained now but a few bleak stumps and the mountains that stretched across the horizon at the far end.
And the clouds of rolling ash that blew and drifted with the wind, settling over the weeds and remains of
buildings, walls, here and there once in a while what had been a road.
    Around him was what had once been a long valley, acres of fruit trees and grapes. Nothing
remained now but a few bleak stumps and the mountains that stretched across the horizon at the far end.
And the clouds of rolling ash that blew and drifted with the wind, settling over the weeds and remains of
buildings, walls, here and there once in a while what had been a road.
    "No."
    "No? Don't you want any?"
    "No."
    Hendricks shrugged. Maybe the boy was a mutant, used to special food. It didn't matter. When
he was hungry he would find something to eat. The boy was strange. But there were many strange
changes coming over the world. Life was not the same anymore. It would never be the same again. The
human race was going to have to realize that. "Suit yourself," Hendricks said. He ate the bread and
mutton by himself, washing it down with coffee. He ate slowly, finding the food hard to digest. When he
was done he got to his feet and stamped the fire out.
    David rose slowly, watching him with his young-old eyes.
    "We're going," Hendricks said.
    "All right."
    Hendricks walked along, his gun in his arms. They were close; he was tense, ready for anything.
The Russians should be expecting a runner, an answer to their own runner, but they were tricky. There
was always the possibility of a slip-up. He scanned the landscape around him. Nothing but slag and ash,
a few hills, charred trees. Concrete walls. But somewhere ahead was the first bunker of the Russian lines,
the forward command. Underground, buried deep, with only a periscope showing, a few gun muzzles.
Maybe an antenna.
    "Will we be there soon?" David asked.
    "Yes. Getting tired?"
    "No."
    "Why, then?"
    David did not answer. He plodded carefully along behind, picking his way over the ash. His legs
and shoes were gray with dust. His pinched face was streaked, lines of gray ash in rivulets down the pale
white of his skin. There was no color to his face. Typical of the new children, growing up in cellars and
sewers and underground shelters. Hendricks slowed down. He lifted his field-glasses and studied the
ground ahead of him. Were they there, someplace, waiting for him? Watching him, the way his men had
watched the Russian runner? A chill went up his back. Maybe they were getting their guns ready,
preparing to fire, the way his men had prepared, made ready to kill. Hendricks stopped, wiping
perspiration from his face.
    "Damn." It made him uneasy. But he should be expected.
    The situation was different.
    He strode over the ash, holding his gun tightly with both hands. Behind him came Davis.
Hendricks peered around, tight-lipped. Any second it might happen. A burst of white light, a blast,
carefully aimed from inside a deep concrete bunker.
    He raised his arm and waved it around in a circle. Nothing moved. To the right a long ridge ran,
topped with dead tree trunks. A few wild vines had grown up around the trees, remains of arbors. And
the eternal dark weeds. Hendricks studied the ridge. Was anything up there? Perfect place for a
lookout.
    He approached the ridge warily, David coming silently behind. If it were his command he'd have
a sentry up there, watching for troops trying to infiltrate into the command area. Of course, if it were his
command there would be claws around the area for full protection. He stopped, feet apart, hands on his
hips.
    "Are we there?" David said.
    "Almost."
    "Almost."
    "I don't want to take any chances." Hendricks advanced slowly. Now the ridge lay directly
beside him, along his right. Overlooking him. His uneasy feeling increased. If an Ivan were up there he
wouldn't have a chance. He waved his arm again. They should be