“They didn’t change from brown in the last three months?”
She bit her lips. “No. Why do you ask?”
“Never mind.”
They sat there.
“The children’s eyes,” he said. “They’re yellow, too.”
“Sometimes growing children’s eyes change color.”
“Maybe we’re children, too. At least to Mars. That’s a thought.” He laughed. “Think I’ll swim.”
They leaped into the canal water, and he let himself sink down and down to the bottom like a golden statue and lie there in green silence. All was water-quiet and deep, all was peace. He felt the steady, slow current drift him easily.
If I lie here long enough, he thought, the water will work and eat away my flesh until the bones show like coral. Just my skeleton left. And then the water can build on that skeleton—green things, deep water things, red things, yellow things. Change. Change. Slow, deep, silent change. And isn’t that what it is up there?
He saw the sky submerged above him, the sun made Martian by atmosphere and time and space.
Up there, a big river, he thought, a Martian river; all of us lying deep in it, in our pebble houses, in our sunken boulder houses, like crayfish hidden, and the water washing away our old bodies and lengthening the bones and—
He let himself drift up through the soft light.
Dan sat on the edge of the canal, regarding his father seriously.
“Utha,” he said.
“What?” asked his father.
The boy smiled. “You know. Utha’s the Martian word for ‘father.’”
“Where did you learn it?”
“I don’t know. Around. Utha!”
“What do you want?”
The boy hesitated. “I—I want to change my name.”
“Change it?”
“Yes.”
His mother swam over. “What’s wrong with Dan for a name?”
Dan fidgeted. “The other day you called Dan, Dan, Dan. I didn’t even hear. I said to myself, That’s not my name. I’ve a new name I want to use.”
Mr. Bittering held to the side of the canal, his body cold and his heart pounding slowly. “What is this new name?”
“Linnl. Isn’t that a good name? Can I use it? Can’t I, please?”
Mr. Bittering put his hand to his head. He thought of the silly rocket, himself working alone, himself alone even among his family, so alone.
He heard his wife say, “Why not?”
He heard himself say, “Yes, you can use it.”
“Yaaa!” screamed the boy. “I’m Linnl, Linnl!”