TEXT: The Survivors
   Dinosaur Planet II
    
   by Anne McCaffrey
    
   Copyright 1984
    
    
   VERSION 1.2 (DEC 2002). Proofed and formatted by <Bibliophile>.
    
   CONTENTS
   CHAPTER ONE.3
   CHAPTER TWO..8
   CHAPTER THREE.13
   CHAPTER FOUR..27
   CHAPTER FIVE.30
   CHAPTER SIX..38
   CHAPTER SEVEN..42
   CHAPTER EIGHT..49
   CHAPTER NINE.55
   CHAPTER TEN..65
   CHAPTER ELEVEN..71
   CHAPTER TWELVE.74
   CHAPTER THIRTEEN..76
   CHAPTER FOURTEEN..79
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   CHAPTER FIFTEEN..82
   CHAPTER SIXTEEN..84
   CHAPTER SEVENTEEN..88
   CHAPTER EIGHTEEN..91
   CHAPTER NINETEEN..93
   CHAPTER TWENTY..97
    
   CHAPTER ONE
   Kai managed to part his eyelids to a narrow slit and saw the rock. He closed his eyes. There shouldn’t
  be a rock. Especially a rock which could talk. For a sound, like his name, emanated from it. He seemed
  to be in physical control of only the area around his eyes. Otherwise he could not so much as twitch a
  finger. He tried to analyze his lack of sensation, reassured finally that he wouldn’t have been able to think
  if he weren’t in his body. And managed to open his eyes slightly wider.
   “Kkkkk ... aaaaah ... eeee!”
   The sounds corresponded to those in his name but he hadn’t heard them uttered in such a fashion in a
  long time. He struggled to think when. And became aware that he possessed neck, shoulders, and chest.
  The paralysis was ebbing. Yes, he was aware that his chest was moving up and down normally, but the
  air that his lungs drew in seemed stale and left a curious taste in the back of his throat.
   With the return of his olfactory sense, Kai knew that he hadn’t been paralyzed. He’d been asleep.
   “Kkkk ... aaaa ... eeee! Wuuuh ... aaaakkhhhuh!”
   He forced his eyelids wider apart. The damned rock dominated his vision; it was now canted
  dangerously over him. As he watched in unbelieving silence, the rock slowly extruded a rod which split
  into three tentacles. With these, the rock grasped his shoulder gently but firmly, and administered a
  shaking.
   “Tor?” Kai’s tone was startlingly similar to the quality of sound the rock had issued. He cleared his
  throat of a thick phlegm before he repeated the name.
   “Tor? You’ve come?”
   Tor made a grinding noise which Kai took as affirmative though he sensed a reprimand that he would
  comment on the obvious. Kai groaned as memory returned. He hadn’t been just asleep: he’d been in
  cold sleep. Tor had arrived in response to Kai’s emergency call.
   “Reeee ... pppoooorrrtt.”
   Kai watched as Tor’s rod placed on his chest a small gray oblong, its grill toward his mouth. He took a
  deep breath because his mind was not yet clear enough to find the words he’d need to account for
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  disturbing the Thek at its own investigation of the system’s outermost planet. His message had not been
  ambiguous: “Mutiny! Urgent! Assistance Imperative!” But it was possible that the entire sequence had
  not been transmitted before the heavyworlders smashed the communications panel.
   “Dee ... taaa ... illlll.”
   Kai felt the permaplas floor of the space shuttle sway as the rock that was named Tor settled beside
  him.
   “Ffffuuuulllll.” Tor added just as Kai opened his mouth.
   Closing his mouth abruptly, Kai wished that Tor would give him a little more time to collect his thoughts.
  After all, time was on the Thek’s side. But a full report in Thek terms still meant that his remarks must be
  succinct and limited but not the terse phrases which, in Kai’s state of mental funk, would have been hard
  to edit. He could also speak at a normal speed. Tor would later adjust the replay to Thek convenience.
   “Rumor permeated Exploratory Unit that plantation of group intended. Heavyworld-personnel reverted
  to barbaric omnivory. Forcefully restricted all other members in one building. Drove large terrified
  herbivores toward building to effect our sudden deaths. Four Disciples effected timely release and
  sheltered in space shuttle which was buried under large corpses. Made nocturnal escape. Settled in
  natural cave unknown to the heavyworlders, pending assistance. After seven days, cold sleep logical
  recourse. End report.”
   “Reeeeesssstt.”
   Kai felt a feather-light touch on his shoulder, hearing a hiss, then felt the coolness of one sprayshot, an
  itch from a second. A curious warmth spread from his upper arm through his body with remarkable
  speed.
   Breathing became easier and, experimentally, he began to rotate his head and shoulders. His fingers
  tingled. He moved them with increasing ease.
   “Reeee ... essstt.”
   Kai complied but the order was irksome. Granted, he had to assume that Tor knew more about the
  cold-sleep routine but he felt clearheaded. Too clearheaded because he could remember in embarrassing
  detail everything that had led up to the necessity of cold sleep.
   How long had that sleep been? He opened his mouth to ask but he hadn’t quite the brashness to inquire
  of a Thek how much time had elapsed between the sending of the emergency signal and Tor’s response.
  One rarely asked Theks a question involving time since the long-lived silicon life-form counted in sidereal
  years of their planet of origin, which generally amounted to centuries of more ephemeral species—such
  as Kai’s.
   His wrist! Tardma had taken such delight in breaking it when she and Paskutti burst into the pilot’s
  compartment. Once they’d escaped from the mutineers, Lunzie had set the bones. Kai wriggled the
  fingers of his left hand experimentally. Wrist bones could take about six weeks to heal. He rotated his
  wrist. It was stiff but no more so than his right. Six weeks? Or more?
   However long, it gave him some satisfaction to realize that the mutineers had not found the space shuttle.
  He smiled as he thought of the frustration that the loss would have caused Paskutti! The mutineers would
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  have searched as long as they had one operative lift belt. The mutineers—Paskutti, Tardma, Tanegli,
  Divisti ... Kai paused before adding Berru and Bakkun to that infamous roster. He couldn’t understand
  their reason for participating in a mutiny; particularly one generated on the flimsiest of pretexts.
   He rolled his head cautiously to the left, toward the row of sleeping figures: the remnants of his team of
  geologists and Varian’s xenobiologists. Varian had a lovely profile. Beyond his co-leader was Lunzie, the
  medic, and Kai could just make out in the gloom the long sturdy figure of Triv. The four Disciples had
  been the last to go into cold sleep.
   A series of curious deep mumbles made Kai turn his head to the right, toward the small pilot
  compartment of the space shuttle. Kai had seen one or two Thek extremities in evidence before, but Tor
  seemed to have lengths of itself draped in, under, behind, over, and through places in the shuttle’s
  structure that Kai could not himself see. He blinked to relax his eyes. When he looked again, most of Tor
  was again within the creature.
   That show of quick motion from a member of a species notorious for its imponderable silences,
  decades-long contemplation’s, and brevity of speech stunned Kai.
   “Daaammaaggggedddd.”
   In that one word the Thek managed to convey to Kai that not only was the damage extensive but also
  Tor could not effect repairs, a condition which annoyed the creature. Kai marveled then that Portegin’s
  contrived beacon had managed to lead Tor to the shuttle.
   “Exploration Vessel returned?” Kai asked after long consideration. It was a rather vain hope that the
  Exploration Vessel which had deposited the three separate units in-system was on its way to collect
  them.
   “Nnnnoooo.” Tor’s response was neutral. Certainly the non reappearance caused it no concern.
   Kai sighed with resignation and found himself wondering if, out of all impossibilities, Gaber had been
  right: their little group had been planted. Gaber certainly was, since he’d been killed at the outset of
  mutiny. But the third group, the avian Ryxi who planned to colonize their planet, surely they must have
  wondered at the silence from the Iretan group? Immediately Kai was reminded that in his last contact
  with the Ryxi’s temperamental leader, the creature had flown into a rage at Kai’s innocent disclosure that
  Ireta had an intelligent winged species. But the Ryxi colony ship would have been piloted by another
  species, probably humanoid. Surely ... “Ryxi?” asked Kai hopefully.
   A long silence ensued while Tor sent a single tentacle into the control console. Such a long silence that
  Kai was nerving himself to repeat the question, thinking Tor had not heard him.
   “Nnnooo connntaaaact.”
   The inference was plain to Kai: the Thek did not care to keep in touch with the highly excitable, and by
  Thek standards, irresponsible winged sentients.
   Kai was relieved. It was embarrassing enough to call the Thek for aid, but to have to apply to the Ryxi
  would result in considerably more humiliation. The Ryxi would thoroughly enjoy spreading such a grand
  joke throughout the universe at the expense of all wingless species.
   Kai could move his head and neck easily now, and checked the line of his sleeping companions.
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  Varian’s hand lay where it had fallen from his in the relaxation of sleep. Tor had placed a dim light
  somewhere in the shuttle, probably for Kai’s reassurance since the Thek did not require light to see. Kai
  touched Varian’s hand, still cold and rigid in the thrall of cryogenic sleep. He watched, holding his own
  breath, until he saw the slight rise and fall of her diaphragm in its much reduced life-rhythm. Then he
  relaxed, exhaling.
   He turned back to Tor but sensed its complete withdrawal: it had become a large smooth rock, flattened
  on the bottom to conform to the deck, extruding not so much as a lump, bump, or pseudopod. This was
  the Thek contemplative state and Kai knew better than to interrupt it.
   He lay there until his nose began to itch. He stifled a sneeze with a finger under his nose, and then felt
  foolish. A sneeze couldn’t rouse a Thek. Much less the sleepers. That desire to sneeze was the prelude
  to a growing twitchy restlessness in Kai which he recognized as the result of the stimulants Tor had
  injected. The Thek had not said that he couldn’t move: it had only said to rest. Surely he had done
  enough of that.
   Kai began the muscle toning Discipline and, although he worked up a fine sweat, he soon realized that
  cold sleep had done him no discernible harm. Even the healed wrist responded perfectly. The plaskin
  Lunzie had used to set the break had long since flaked away. That meant they’d been asleep at least four
  or five months.
   He looked at his wrist chronometer, but the device was blank. Even ‘long-life’ battery tabs wear out.
  How long ago?
   Exercise produced another effect and Kai, rising carefully, found his way through the cold-sleep mist that
  shrouded the shuttle to the toilet. Returning, he checked each of the sleepers, observing the curious
  transformation sleep worked on faces. Bonnard, for instance, in the middle of his second decade, looked
  more adult than Dimenon, twice the boy’s age. Portegin looked as if he still worried about the
  effectiveness of the beacon he had contrived. Lunzie, the pragmatic medic, was smiling, a rare sight while
  she was awake, and her face had assumed a gentleness at odds with her ascorbic temperament. She’d
  admitted to having undergone sleep suspension before: her records had listed her chronological age but
  there had always been that detachment about Lunzie that struck Kai as bemused tolerance: as if she’d
  already seen most of what the universe had to offer and wouldn’t spare the energy to be excited by
  anything anymore.
   Triv, the other team member trained in Discipline, had a forbidding expression in sleep, a surprising
  strength in mouth, jawline and brow that had not been so apparent as the man went quietly about his
  normal duties.
   Since Tor was still motionless, Kai sat down by Varian, feeling companionship even with her sleeping
  self. She was beautiful. Then he noticed that one side of her face slanted down, the other more or less up,
  leaving one eyebrow higher than the other, as if the cold sleep had surprised her. Suddenly he wanted
  very much to have the cheerfulness of her conscious company. Who knew how long Tor would remain
  an uncommunicative lump? He needed someone he could talk to, before his perspective was warped by
  self-accusative reflection in the gloomy silence. Varian was co-leader: she should have been revived as a
  matter of course. Kai then realized that he ought to be relieved that Tor had been able to single him out.
  If the Thek had revived, say, Aulia, she would have gone into hysterics just being close to a Thek—and
  then convulsions when she realized that she’d been put in cryogenic suspension without being consulted!
  As a geologist, Aulia was very good, but she failed in areas of personal adjustments.
   Kai looked about the dimly lit area for the revival kit and saw it in the dust just beyond the clean outline
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  where he had slept. Dust? The shuttle had not, of course, been sealed completely—cold sleepers still
  need air—but for dust of any depth to have settled ...
   The sprays in the box were clearly marked for precedence, color-coded as well. Calibrations on the
  cylinders listed dosages according to body weight. Instructions on the first cylinder advised Kai to wait
  until the sleeper had shown definite signs of revival before stimulants were injected.
   Kai carefully released the appropriate dose into Varian’s arm and waited, trying to remember his own
  progress from cold sleep to consciousness. Her sleeping face exhibited no reassuring change. Maybe he
  hadn’t administered enough. He checked the dose and wondered if he’d been mistaken about her body
  weight. He was hesitating over a second small spray when he saw her eyelids flutter. Only then did he
  realize that she was respiring at a normal rate.
   “Varian?” He leaned over, touching her shoulder and smiling at the effort she made to unglue her eyes.
  An old tale popped into his head and, so prompted, he kissed her cool lips gently.
   “Kkkkaaaaaiiiiii?” Her eyes opened fully and then the lids drooped back but the left corner of her mouth
  lifted in appreciation.
   “Just relax, Varian. You’ll be in working order shortly.”
   “Hhhhooooowww?” The word trembled out as an aspirated whisper.
   “Tor came. Don’t ask more questions, dear heart. Give the reviver a chance to penetrate. I’m right here.
  Everything is unchanged!”
   “Nnughhh!” The groan came from her belly and made Kai laugh at the disgust vibrant in her protest.
   “Well, a Thek bestirred itself on our behalf. It’s got a full report. I taped it,” he explained quickly as he
  saw Varian’s astonishment. “It is apparently thinking my words over.” Kai gestured to the silent rock.
  “Don’t move yet,” he cautioned Varian as he saw her neck tendons strain against the long immobility. “I
  guess I can give you the stimulants now, but don’t bounce. Oh, and your shoulder’s healed,” he added as
  he gave her the second set of shots. Paskutti had shattered Varian’s left shoulder just before Tardma had
  snapped his wrist.
   Varian’s fully functional eyebrows registered pleased amazement, immediately followed by a frown of
  thoughtful concern.
   “No, I haven’t a clue how long we’ve slept, Varian.” Paskutti damaged the shuttle’s chronometer. It’s
  just above the comunit, remember.”
   Varian rolled her eyes in frustration and began to clear her throat.
   “Make haste slowly,” he cautioned her, hand on her shoulder. “Or should I revive Lunzie? ...”
   Varian shook her head, working her tongue around her mouth as the tissues began to moisten. “Leaders
  first ... and last ...” Her voice sounded as disused as his had, and he repressed a smile.
   “If your fingers and toes are beginning to tingle, try the small-muscle exercises of Discipline. They’ll help
  circulation and toning.”
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   Varian took a deep breath and closed her eyes to concentrate.
   “I don’t know what Tor’s contemplating, Varian,” Kai went on, “but it can’t repair the comunit. It
  doesn’t indicate whether it received our message or realized we weren’t communicating on schedule. The
  ARCT-10 hasn’t been in touch but Tor doesn’t appear concerned. I can’t tell whether that’s due to
  normal Thek indifference or not.” Then Kai laughed. “There’s been no contact with the Ryxi.”
   Varian’s chuckle sounded completely normal and he grinned down at her. Her eyes were twinkling with
  laughter.
   “In old tapes,” she said, chewing her words out of her mouth slowly, on my planet, sleeping beauty is
  wakened by a noble’s kiss after a hundred years. Sweet way to wake up.
   She raised her hand and touched his mouth with her fingers.
   “And I’d give anything to know if it was a hundred years!” Kai replied, taking her fingers in his hand and
  kissing them in what he considered an appropriate fashion. He continued to hold onto her hand as a
  thought came to him. “We might have one quick way of finding out. Step out of this cave and let the
  golden fliers have a good look at us. If the giffs react, we can’t have slept that long.”
   “Don’t know the life span of giffs.”
   Kai shot a glance at the quiescent Thek. “I experience an earnest desire to be recognized by something
  that remembers me,” and he prodded his chest with a fist, “besides that rock!”
   “Hundred years’d mean no mutineers on watch.”
   “Point well taken. Even the freshest of their power packs wouldn’t last more than two years. I’d also
  guess they’d stay at that secondary camp since they’d already stocked it last rest day ...”
   “Last rest day?” Varian regarded him with an amusement tinged with disbelief. “How long ago was last
  rest day?”
   “Subjective? Or objective time elapsed?” he asked in reply and grinned to take the sting out of the
  notion.
   “Good question.” Varian could enunciate more clearly now. She began to flex her arms and knees.
  “Hey, my shoulder knit perfectly!” She rose, muttering under her breath as her rebelling muscles made
  the effort graceless. “Things seem to be all in working order,” she added as she headed for the toilet.
   While she was gone, Kai stared at Tor. Then he walked around the Thek, looking for the recorder.
  Irreverently he wondered if the Thek was sitting on it, had ingested it, or perhaps created a heat-resistant
  pouch in which it could keep bits and pieces of fragile alien manufacture.
   “It’s going to stay like that for days,” Varian said in disgust as she joined Kai. “C’mon. I want to see
  what’s been happening outside. And I want something to drink to take the dust out of my mouth—and to
  put some unprocessed food in my poor shrunken stomach.”
   She gave him a malicious wink, knowing that the ship-bred Kai never noticed the after taste of
  processed food as she invariably did.
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   They opened the exit iris of the shuttle just enough to squeeze through without diluting the cold-sleep gas
  significantly. But the atmosphere outside the space shuttle was like a hot smack in the face with a moist
  stinking cloth.
   Varian let out a surprised grunt, then began to inhale deeply to adjust to the shocking change of
  temperature. At first Kai thought they must have emerged during the planet’s night but, as his eyes grew
  accustomed to the dimness, he realized that the opening of the cave was covered with thick green foliage.
  There was a break where the Thek had pushed its vehicle through. The cone-shaped carrier was resting
  a few meters from the shuttle’s entrance.
   “Where are the power units?” Varian called as the two were drawn to examine the strange craft. “It’s
  the same shape Tor is, only larger.” She gestured with her hands in surprise, then reached out to touch
  the dull metal of the rounded stern. She pulled her hand back. “Wow, heat’s radiating from it.”
   Kai was at the bow of the Thek vehicle, inspecting the scored heavy plasshield which was half-open on
  its pivots. He looked inside, trying to deduce the purpose of various odd protuberances and cavities on
  the metallic rim of the nose section.
   “Only a Thek could pilot the damned thing with a nearly blind shield!” She turned away, indifferent to the
  mysteries of Thek navigation. “Now these,” she said, catching a vine and testing its strength by hanging
  her weight from it, feet off the floor, “are enough to feed us for weeks if that’s all we want.”
   Before Kai could stop her, Varian took a running start and, holding tightly to the vine, swung out beyond
  the cave mouth.
   “Wheeeee!”
   “Varian!” Kai rushed forward, catching her on the swing back, holding tightly to her hips. He’d a
  moment’s horrific vision of the vine’s parting, dropping her into the sea, meters below, to certain death.
   “Sorry, Kai,” she said in a tone that wasn’t apologetic. “I couldn’t resist the urge. Used to do a lot of
  vine-swinging as a kid on Fomalhaut.” Then she relented as she realized her exuberance had scared him.
  “Irresponsible behavior when I’m not quite fit but—and she grinned at him mischievously”—there’s
  something about contact with a Thek which makes me behave ...”
   “Childish?” Kai’s panic had subsided and he realized that he, too, had overreacted.
   “Yes, childish. Say, have you ever seen a Thek child, young, cub, pup, fledgling ... or maybe you’d call it
  a pebble?”
   Varian’s laughter was contagious at any time and, despite his frustrations and worries, Kai laughed too,
  hugging her to him in wordless appreciation of her ability to find any amusement in their circumstances.
   “There! That’s better, Kai,” she said, rubbing her nose against his. “I equate Thek with gloom and
  doom.” Abruptly she released herself and grabbed a vine. “You know, there’s something odd about such
  vines growing on a giff’s cliff. You don’t suppose our presence here ...”
   In another abrupt movement, Varian held onto the vine and leaned out of the cave mouth, peering up at
  the sky and to her right.
   “No, there’re still giffs above us,” she said, swinging in again. She allowed the momentum of the vine to
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  carry her back out, looking to the left this time. “But this is the only cliff covered in vines. I’m sure it was
  barren rock when we wedged the shuttle in here.” She made a third excursion, grinning as she released
  the vine on its inward sway, and landed back at his side. “A fruit-bearing vine, too.” She reached down
  to her boot and whistled in shrill triumph, removing the slim blade lodged there. “Too frail, like us, to
  pierce a heavyworlder’s hide but, praise Krim, they left ’em for us. I’m going to cut us juicy, fresh fruit
  for breakfast. Or whatever meal it is.”
   Before Kai could protest, she had put the knife between her teeth and was pulling herself up a vine, out
  of sight. He was testing the strength of another thick tendril when her cheerful voice advised him to look
  up. Instinctively he caught the object launched at him.
   “Here comes another. And it’s dead ripe so don’t squeeze hard.”
   “Varian.” His fingers did exert too much pressure on the melon and the succulent sweet odor made his
  mouth water.
   “I could eat these all by myself, Kai, so here’s another one for you.” Varian dropped to the cave floor.
   “We shouldn’t eat too much at first,” Kai said. He sank down beside her as she sliced a segment off and
  offered it to him on her knife point.
   “Quite likely,” she said, slicing a second piece, for herself. She murmured with delight as she bit the soft
  green fruit. “Go ahead. Eat!” she urged, juice dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
   “The things I do for the EEC,” Kai said, pretending horror at having to eat unprocessed food. As the
  first sweetness dissolved in his dry mouth, Kai was willing to admit, privately, that natural food was
  undeniably juicier than processed.
   They both ate slowly, chewing thoroughly.
   “I suspect root vegetables would have been wiser in terms of protein content but fruit sugar raises blood
  levels,” Varian remarked thoughtfully. “Oh, but this is good. What I don’t understand,” she went on
  gesturing with her half-eaten slice, “is how those vines grew here. Granted,” and she raised the slice to
  forestall Kai, “we don’t know how long we’ve slept, and growth on Ireta is explosive. But the other cliffs
  are still clear. The giffs’ main diet is fish and Rift grass. These vines aren’t from the Rift, and this section
  of cliff looks more like forest than palisade. The vines grow right down to the water.”
   “Strangely selective, I agree. Did you see much of the giffs on your swings?”
   “Some, circling high. I don’t think they saw me if that’s what you’re wondering. It’s early
  morningish—hazy, overcast. Couldn’t see their food place from this angle but I’d guess that the morning
  fishers are about their labors.”
   “We will wait,” said Kai with careful authority, “until they have fed before we put in an appearance.”
   “Ah, you remember my lecture about disturbing feeding animals!”
   “Not that much subjective time has passed, Varian!”
   He grinned as she automatically twisted her wrist to glance at her unregistering chronometer.
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   Varian’s eyes flicked toward the dim bulk of the shuttle. “Should we wake Lunzie or Triv?”
   “I see no reason to until Tor has come to some conclusions.”
   “Or favors us with an accurate reading of elapsed time. That’s what I’d like to know!” Varian was
  almost angry. “Why, if it weren’t for the vines over the cave and the dead batteries we could just have
  overslept.” A shudder seized her shoulders and shook her slender frame.
   “The notion is leveling, isn’t it,” Kai said, understanding her mood perfectly. “The universe has gone by
  without noticing that we have faltered.”
   Even to himself he sounded as pompous as Gaber and he quickly took a bit of melon to hide his
  embarrassment.
   “Yes, that grits at me,” she said. “We have such a brief time”—she gestured to the shuttle, and the
  brooding Thek inside—“in which to make a mark of any sort, to achieve some merit. I know I want to
  leave some sign that I tried! Krim erase those misguided, misbegotten, mutineers.”
   “I’d hate to think we were the sign of their achievement!”
   Varian jumped to her feet and launched the rind of melon past the vine screen. They heard a faint plop
  as it hit the water below. “No, by Krim! We’ll have something of our own to report out of this mess, and
  I don’t care how long we have to sleep to do it. Some EEC vessel is going to strip that beacon. And
  when it does, it’ll come streaming into orbit to tap Ireta’s wealth! And I’ll be here!”
   CHAPTER TWO
   They did not wish to dilute the sleep mist by unnecessary trips into the shuttle or to disturb the Thek until
  it was ready to communicate. So they settled themselves near the entrance to the cave. One of the short
  hard showers which dominated Ireta’s tropical weather sent the vines rattling and twisting into the cave.
   “You know something, Kai?” said Varian after a long companionable silence. “I can smell that wind.”
   “Huh?”
   “I mean, I don’t smell Ireta any longer. I smell other things, like rotting fish and decaying fruit and
  something else that smells worse than Ireta used to when we first landed.”
   Kai inhaled tentatively. “You’re right!”
   Neither of them was enthusiastic since the basic odor of Ireta was hydrotelluride. They had once had
  nose filters to neutralize the smell.
   “I suppose,” Varian said resignedly, “that it’s better to get accustomed to the overriding stench of a
  place so you can smell other things, but somehow ...”
   “I know. Anything but hydrotelluride. On the positive side, Lunzie did say that one’s olfactory sense can
  be ...” Kai hunted for the appropriate word.
   “Reconditioned.” Absent mindedly Varian suggested a word but she was already bent forward, toward
  the cave opening, sniffing deeply. Then she turned, sniffed again toward the interior. “Part of the new
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  stink comes from the Thek’s craft. What does it use for power?”
   “My father told me that for short distances the Thek uses its own energy.”
   “Short distances? Like intersystem travel?”
   Kai chuckled. “All things are relative. Thek, so they tell us, are a form of granite with a nuclear core for
  energy. That’s how they make pseudopods. They keep a reservoir of liquid silicon which they move
  hydraulically to form extremities. Thek can move with extraordinary speed if they’re charged up. The
  astrophysics officer on the ARCT told me that he’d heard from a reliable source that Thek like to sit on
  radioactive granite—which we’ll probably find on Ireta if we ever get equipment again—Thek absorb
  energy that way.”
   “Whatever they use, it leaves a stink in a class all by itself. Way above Iretan normal.” Varian grimaced
  expressively. “How do you know more about Thek than I do? I’m the xenobiologist. Come to think of it,
  we never do study the Thek, do we?”
   “Wouldn’t do, would it?” Kai said with a laugh. “Considering their position in the Federated Sentient
  Planets.”
   “Hmmm yes. Got us all properly awed and respectful, don’t they? With their long silences and
  infallibility.” She’d got to her feet, restlessly wandering about the Thek vehicle, carefully rapping the
  metallic base with her knuckles. “No one’s ever been able to analyze Thek metal, have they?”
   “No.”
   She turned abruptly from the cone-shaped ship and walked briskly to the vine screen. “Not all the
  stench comes from the Thek. Some of it’s from up there! It’s not only nauseating, it makes me feel ... it
  unnerves me.”
   “It’s inactivity that unnerves you, Varian.” Kai was comfortable enough on the cave floor.
   “How long does it take a Thek to come to a conclusion?” She glared irritably at the space shuttle.
   “Depends on the conclusion, I suppose. Varian ...”
   She had launched herself at him in a side assault which nearly caught him, but he managed to parry her
  attack. Laughing, she came at him again and he grappled her wrists. Neither managed to toss the other
  for their skill, despite lack of practice, was equal. They stopped feinting after a few more passes and
  worked into the series of isometric exercises that had always been part of Disciples’ physical fitness
  programs.
   Both were sweaty as well as dusty when they had finished. They stood near the cave entrance for the
  fresher air that was breeze born.
   “Nice to know that neither our reflexes nor our muscles suffered much deterioration from the cold
  sleep.” Kai wiped off his brow and face with his sleeve.
   “You’ve only smeared the dirt, Kai. I’m hoping it means we’ve not been asleep very long.” She grabbed
  a vine and swung herself out into the lashing rain.
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   “And that only cleaned your face.”
   “Well, it’s better than nothing. What I wouldn’t give for a real wash!” She looked at the vine in her
  hands. “Hey, we can! C’mon, Kai, we can climb to the top of the cliff and let the rains wash us clean. It’s
  coming down hard enough!”
   “Wash in rain?” Kai was appalled. How could anyone get clean in rainwater? Especially Ireta’s rain,
  which smelled nearly as bad as its air.
   “Yes, wash in rainwater. It’s not as antiseptic as those dust showers you use on the ARCT-10 but it’s a
  lot better than standing around in dead body cells and dust. Besides, one of us has got to get more fruit.
  I’m hungry again from all that physical exercise.”
   Kai’s back was itching from sweat and there were grits under his shipsuit. “I am hungry.”
   “Hungry enough to eat raw food?” She grinned. “I’ll convert you yet.”
   “Necessity is doing that. We’d better make this a proper foraging trip,” he added. “You check out the
  vines.”
   Kai opened the shuttle iris just wide enough to squeeze through, closing it promptly behind him so that
  only a puff of the sleep gas escaped. Tor was still immobile. Kai removed the knives from Dimenon’s and
  Portegin’s boots, unclipped a hammer from Portegin’s belt, riffled Lunzie’s supplies for antiseptic
  splashes and a couple of pain sprays, rolled up two of the thin thermal blankets to transport any fruit they
  found, and left without another glance at Tor.
   Varian had been busy, too, looping long thick vines tightly about the shuttle’s stern docking bars.
   “If we’re anchored here, we’re not apt to get blown about in that wind. Wish the rain would let up but it
  looks about middayish. There’re only two giffs and I can’t always make them out in this rain. Any
  movement from Tor?” She took the items Kai handed her and disposed of them in her pockets. She
  knotted the blanket about her shoulders. “Here’s your vine. Remember, Kai, don’t look down!”
   She leaped for her first hand hold, wrapping her legs about the thick stem of the vine and began to
  shinny up.
   Kai discovered that he had an almost irresistible need to look down, especially when his vine started
  rolling along the upper edge of the cliff. Despite Varian’s efforts to anchor the vines the wind smacked
  him against the stone. Nevertheless he reached the top just as Varian did. Thunder crashed and cracked
  across the sea behind them.
   Varian pointed to the sheets of rain slanting across the open water. “We could get swept off if that
  squall’s as heavy as it looks.”
   Kai needed no urging and followed her across the cliff top to the doubtful shelter of the vegetation.
   Suddenly Varian began to strip, throwing her boots, pouch, and blanket under the thick leathery leaves.
   “Wow! That rain’s shower force!” she cried. Shedding her coverall, face upturned, she stepped into the
  pelting rain. Discarding his clothing, Kai ventured more warily into the heavy rain. Then Varian was
  scrubbing his back, using her coverall as a towel. She guided the fabric to just that point between the
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  shoulder blades where sweat made his skin itch.
   “Wow!” she cried again in triumph. “Sand we can use as an abrasive just don’t rub too hard,” she
  shouted at him through torrent and thunder.
   They scrubbed themselves and each other, occasionally half-choked by the water as it streamed out of
  the heavens and bathed them. Except for his lingering feeling that it was ridiculous to be jumping about in
  a rain storm on a cliff to get clean, Kai would have thoroughly enjoyed the improvisation. There was
  some truth in Varian’s accusation that he had been sheltered in ship life. Before the mutiny, he had not
  been so exposed to elemental Ireta. There’d always been the sled or the compound and the safety of the
  force screen. Today he was naked before the onslaught of a violent phenomenon on a primitive planet.
   “Unless we’ve slept through a magnetic field slip,” Varian yelled at him, the sun ought to be out soon.
  Our overalls will dry in zero elapsed! I hope before we fry in our bare skins.”
   She was giving her suit one last rinsing when the shower passed, and the sun streamed through the cloud
  cover. Wringing their suits, they flapped them out as they splashed back toward the thick forest verge.
  They laid the suits out on the vines, just beyond the shade.
   “Oh, I feel much better, Kai, much better,” Varian said. She squeezed water from her hair and stroked it
  from her body with her hands. Then she reached up to her hair again. “You know, I think it’s longer. If
  we only knew the rate of growth of hair during cryogenic sleep,” she said, examining a lock carefully.
  “Well ...” She shook her head again, droplets falling on him as she turned, head back and eyes closed
  against the brilliant sunlight.
   “We can’t tolerate that sun long, girl,” he said as he guided her into the shade.
   She caught at his hand, her fingers moving to his wrist, prodding the site of the break.
   “Even that fracture isn’t telling any tales. If you’d been an animal patient, I’d say the break was old
  enough for the extra calcium to have been reabsorbed.” Suddenly her face looked bleak in the filtered
  light of the sun Arretan. “Kai, haven’t we got something to gauge time against?”
   He put both arms about her and held her tightly against him, kissing her cheek and stroking the wet
  spikes of her hair.
   “We’re alive, Varian, and we survived a mutiny. Help, however uncommunicative, has arrived.
  Meanwhile ...”
   He gathered her against him positioning his hips against her pelvic bones, making his hands gentle in
  caress. She responded with soft movements of encouragement. Her kisses were sweet and Kai began to
  wonder why nothing was happening to certain reflexes. He wasn’t surprised, or offended, when he felt
  her shoulders begin to shake with amusement.
   “Bones have healed,” Varian said in what was almost a wail against his cheek, “muscles are great, but
  why aren’t we in complete working order? We’re only ancient objectively, not subjectively!”
   Her utter dismay announced in laughter made Kai hug her more tightly, half in apology, half to steady
  himself because he, too, had to laugh at their situation.
   “If you only knew how often I’ve wanted you all alone to myself, young woman ...”
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   “Oh, Kai, I do know. I’ve felt the same way. It’s bloody frustrating ... Ooooh, that wind is mean!” She
  reached hurriedly for her blanket to wrap around them. The vegetation had sharp edges which the wind
  lashed against their bare skins. “And we’d better turn our clothes over. I think they’re done on that side.”
   She darted out but instead of just turning the clothing, she gave each a quick snap and returned with
  them, handing Kai his.
   “If we don’t wear ’em, something else’ll crawl inside,” she said, giving a little shudder at the tiny insects
  she had just shaken out of their suits.
   As Kai inserted a leg into a damp trouser, he muttered about the durability of the wrong things.
   “Let’s start foraging, Kai. And I’d like to secure our vines to the cliff top some way. Ah, what do I spy
  here?”
   “That’s not fruit,” her co-leader replied, frowning at the cluster of brownish oval objects growing just
  above their heads.
   “True, but the hadrosaurs used to make for such clusters, and poor Dandy loved ’em. Ah, and right
  beyond are fruit trees.”
   It didn’t take long to collect enough fruit and nuts to fill their blanket rolls so they secured their burdens
  across their backs, out of the way for climbing, and started across the open vine-covered cliff top.
   “Giffs are out for a wing stretch,” Varian said, waving her hand. “I know it’s silly to suppose ... Hey,
  they see us. They’ve changed flight angle.” She stopped, admiring the sight. “You know, if they actually
  remember us, we can’t have slept that long!”
   “Varian ...” Kai felt his mouth drying as he reached for her hand and began to pull her backwards
  toward shelter. “That doesn’t look like a welcoming party!”
   “Kai, don’t be afraid. We never did them any harm. They couldn’t ...” Then she was backing right
  beside him, no longer able to deny the menace in the attitude of the golden fliers who dove straight at
  them, necks extended, beaks slightly parted.
   Kai and Varian reached the safety of the thick foliage just as the giffs veered off.
   “They sure can maneuver,” Varian exclaimed, though her admiration was couched in a voice made
  shaky at the narrowness of their escape. “But why, Kai? Why? Oh, Krims! What would have made them
  aggressive at the sight of humans?” She slumped down against a convenient tree trunk.
   “The answer to that has to be ‘other humans,’ doesn’t it?” He spoke gently because he knew how much
  Varian had admired the beautiful, inquisitive golden fliers. It was plain that the attack distressed her.
   “So we can take it as printed that Paskutti and his friends penetrated this far ... and didn’t find us!”
   “And were aggressive enough toward the giffs that the memory hasn’t faded.”
   “So it could be recent memory? Okay, but if the mutineers hurt the giffs, getting this far, why has the
  cave been hidden? And how long did it take these to grow?” She thumped the thick vine cable beside
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  her. “After all, we had to go cryogenic because the impassable chasm at this edge of the cliff stood
  between us and the vegetable matter we needed for the processor.” She scrambled to her feet and began
  following the vine growth away from the cliff. “Whoops!”
   Varian had gone no more than a few feet before she struggled to maintain her balance. Kai reached out
  to steady her.
   “The chasm hasn’t gone anywhere.” She knelt down, her hand and arm disappearing as she sought the
  gap. “The vines have bridged it. And that doesn’t follow because the giffs have kept their own palisades
  clear of vine.” She resumed her seat, elbows on her knees, slapping one fist into the other. “Attack one,
  protect one. Makes no sense at all.”
   “Just how intelligent are the giffs, Varian?”
   “I can’t gauge it but the two attitudes are incompatible. Except that ... the giffs are protective. Remember
  the one that got back-stranded? Instant adult assistance. But ...” and she held her forefinger up as she
  paused dramatically, “no aggressive move toward us that day and we were only a few meters from them.
  Today—swap!” Abruptly she sat up and stared at Kai so intently he was startled. “But there were only
  two giffs ...” she pointed her finger at him, high up when we climbed out of the cave. Then it rained. And
  we were under cover when the sun came out. So ... we were not seen leaving the cave. They think we
  don’t belong there!”
   Kai peered at the cliffs through the screening leaves. The giffs were settling in to watch.
   “So we wait until dark, when they’ve all gone to roost or whatever giffs do at night. Here, have another
  hadrosaur nut!”
   “My, aren’t we brave! Natural food!”
   They had to break the tough shell of the nut between two stones before they got to an irregular pale
  brown kernel. Varian looked at it curiously, sniffed and broke off a fragment. She grimaced at its taste
  and chewed it thoughtfully before swallowing.
   “Maybe you have to acquire a taste for ’em,” she said, inspecting the remainder of the kernel. Then she
  slipped it over her shoulder and smiled reassuringly at Kai’s anxious expression. “I’ll opt for the melon.
  You can taste that.”
   They had finished the sweet and juicy melon when they heard a whistling, bugling commotion. Varian
  sprang to the break in the vegetation, Kai just behind her.
   The fishers had returned and all the adult giffs were assisting the net carriers. Varian remarked that either
  the community hadn’t expanded much or fishing and carrying were limited to certain giffs. The two
  humans watched as the heavy woven grass nets were lowered and emptied on the flat surface that served
  the giffs as central food dump. There was a great coming and going as giffs filled their food pouches and
  delivered the day’s catch to the cave—or nest—bound. The greed of the younger giffs was supervised
  by their elders.
   “If only ...” Varian began through gritted teeth and, sighing with frustration, she sat back against the tree
  trunk. Resignedly, Kai joined her. Despite the confusion of feeding, they could not have returned to the
  cave unnoticed. Then she grinned at Kai with a resurgence of her usual wry humor. “I wonder what
  they’d make of the Thek if it appeared?”
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   As they waited, rain fell in torrents again. The sun shone to make the jungle a steaming bath which they
  had to endure. Eventually they dozed.
   It was the silence that roused them, for the wind had briefly abated at sunset. Disoriented, they struggled
  to their feet, staring uncertainly at each other in the fading light.
   “The watchers are still watching!” Varian commented after peering through the leaves.
   Nine golden fliers perched at various levels of the adjoining cliffs, all heads turned in one direction.
   “Can they see us here?” Kai asked in a muted voice. “Or smell us?”
   “Not when we’re downwind of them. I can’t believe they’d be aware of us.” Varian did not sound
  certain. “That’s not within the capability of their species. Smell—that’s debatable. I think they rely heavily
  on sight. And I don’t think that extra sensory gifts are a likely development on this planet.”
   “Comparing them to the Ryxi?”
   “No, to what Trizein said about the primeval Terran life-forms they resemble.” She slapped her hand
  against her knee. “If only we hadn’t kept that man walled up in his lab, we might have resolved at least
  one of this planet’s anomalies. How could creatures that lived in Mesozoic Terra come to be here on
  Ireta? Every xenobiologist in the FSP knows identical life-forms cannot spontaneously develop on distant
  planets—no matter how similar the worlds and their primaries!”
   “Does that observation offer any clue as to how we can get back to our cave and Tor? I don’t fancy
  rappelling down a vine in the darkness.”
   “Nor do I.” Varian straightened suddenly. “Wait a sec! Before we slept, Triv and the others were back
  and forth to the ravine collecting for the synthesizer. The giffs were only interested: they watched, as I
  remember, and were certainly not aggressive. But—”and she shook her forefinger, emphasizing the
  condition—“they are protective of their young. Extend that and it’s just possible that they’re protecting
  the cave because it’s within their territory .”
   “You mean they got protective over us after a single meeting and few furtive vegetable raids?”
   “It’s possible. If only we knew how long we had slept! However,” and Varian pointed at him, “if the
  heavyworlders got here and were their usual aggressive selves while trying to find the space shuttle, the
  giffs would resent such an intrusion. Well, let’s say they did. So it is the heavyworlders who changed the
  giffs’ passive curiosity into active aggression. Only ... that doesn’t really explain the vine screen!
  Protectiveness can be conditioned, learned. Giffs are the smartest creatures we’ve met on Ireta, but
  could they be that intelligent. I don’t think they’ve progressed that far.”
   Kai could only shrug as her voice trailed off: he knew little xenopsychology.
   “Isn’t that a mist rising?” Varian asked, straining to see in the gathering gloom of Ireta’s swift twilight.
  “That might give us cover.”
   They watched eagerly as mist swirled up from the sea and over the cliff edge, but they hadn’t taken
  more than ten paces from cover before four winged objects hurtled toward them, beaks ajar, wing talons
  extended. Varian and Kai reached shelter as giff claws tore strips from the leaves over their heads.
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   “How did they know? They couldn’t bloody see!” Kai demanded when he recovered his breath.
   “Sound!” Varian regarded her boots in disgust. She stamped a boot contemptuously. “These broadcast
  our movements. To demonstrate ...”
   She located a handful of loose chippings and threw them out onto the cliff. Though they knew they were
  safe, they both ducked at the whir of wings as the giffs responded to the sounds.
   “So?” asked Kai.
   “So, while we’re waiting ...”
   “How long is that likely to be now?”
   “Giffs are not nocturnal. Sooner or later, habit is going to be too strong for them and they’ll want to get
  back to their nests. Particularly,” she added at his skeptical expression, “if we give them reason to doubt
  our continued presence here. Like a small avalanche down the ravine ...”
   “Ah ...”
   “Then, with our boots off, we tip toe quietly home ...”
   “Sounds simple enough.”
   “I know.” Her tone admitted that simple plans can suddenly develop serious flaws.
   Nevertheless, they began quietly searching the ravine edge for a suitable natural slide. They then
  dammed it with a fallen branch to which they attached a vine. It was difficult to find enough stones and
  rubble to place behind the branch. Once a small shower cascaded into the ravine and they suspended all
  movement until the whir of wings disappeared. They worked quickly for Ireta’s night would soon
  complicate things. As it was, they finished the last of their arrangements in the dark. Removing their
  boots, they secured them to the blanket packs across their shoulders.
   “I have a sudden negative thought,” said Varian, her lips against Kai’s ears. “I can’t remember how far it
  is to the edge of the cliff. We won’t be able to see until we’re there—or over it.”
   Kai contemplated that hazard. “Well, it’s not going to make any difference when we try to cross in the
  dark, is it? So, if they’re diurnal, they might just fall asleep if we give ’em enough time. Then ...” he
  paused as a sudden notion occurred to him, “why not lengthen this release vine and go as far as we can,
  and make our avalanche when and if we need a diversion?”
   Varian gave his hand a quick squeeze and then turned to cut more vine. In whispered consultation, they
  estimated that the edge of the cliff was about 30 meters away, so Varian knotted sufficient vine to
  approximate that length.
   Waiting in darkness punctuated by the noises of night creatures which nibbled, squeaked, and scrabbled
  was most tedious. Kai practiced the Discipline breathing that calmed nerves, and exerted the strength of
  patience on an over active imagination. Tiny noises in infinite variety assumed a menacing quality despite
  the slightness of sound. He could feel Varian, beside him, practicing the same exercises and was subtly
  comforted.
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   Varian’s sudden disappearance from his side startled him.
   “No mist, and only three sleepy bird watchers,” was her quiet murmur in his ear a moment later.
   “We go?”
   Her answer was a hand on his, then she stepped in front of him, slowly parting the vegetation as he
  followed, playing out the release line as she cleared the way.
   Although the vines lay in thick profusion along the cliff top, there was sufficient space between tendrils to
  allow their bare feet a reassuring contact with the cooling stone. Bent in a semicrouch, Kai watched
  Varian’s white feet as they moved forward, always angled back in the direction of the ravine. He kept the
  line as taut as he dared. Varian, one hand lightly touching his shoulder, kept her eyes on the curiously
  luminous forms of the giffs, whose crested heads were turned toward the ravine. Their wings were
  folded. Kai wondered if they kept from falling over by clutching the rock with their wing joint talons.
  They were so motionless, they had to be asleep.
   There are many aspects of time, Kai thought grimly as he and Varian continued their stealthy, seemingly
  infinite journey. There is the objective time lost in cold sleep, which might have been centuries or only a
  few years. But the variety of time he was now experiencing was definitely hard to endure subjectively.
  His leg muscles began to twitch with the cramp of controlled motion. His hands were starting to sweat
  with a fear that an inadvertent tug would break the vine or that he wouldn’t be able to release the key log
  to provide the crucial diversion.
   Abruptly Varian stopped, twisted her torso to put her mouth to his ear.
   “Kai, we’ve got to find the vines we used this morning. They’ll be to our right. I can’t see but I feel we
  should move that way.”
   Kai glanced nervously at the sleeping giffs, now slightly to the right and behind them. Varian plucked at
  his sleeve and he followed her light guidance, sliding his feet carefully over vines to the stone interstices.
  He almost fell over Varian when she crouched suddenly, and it took all his control not to jerk on the
  release line. He was also startled by the realization that only two more loops remained in his hand. As he
  turned to warn her, they bumped noses. “I’m almost out of vine.”
   “I’ve found ours. I think.” Varian took his left hand and placed it on the thick stem. She moved beyond
  his reach, but he could see her nod that she’d found her vine and he should move on down.
   Kai forced Discipline on himself, willing the tension out of his blood and tissue. Then there was only a
  short piece of vine left in his hand, the final edge tickling as it curled into his palm.
   “Varian!”
   The white blur of face turned to him. He knew she’d seen his upraised hand, she made a thumbs-up
  gesture and crouched to run, her hand along the vine that would take her over the cliff and into sanctuary.
   He pulled as firm and hard as he could, felt something vibrate along the length of the line. Then he began
  to run, hands before him on the rough vine trunk, counting his steps. Wouldn’t do to hurtle over the cliff.
   The rumble of the stones cascading into the ravine startled him so much that he nearly lost count of his
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  strides. The giffs roused with a squawk. He looked back at them. To his relief, their heads were turned
  away and their motion was upward.
   “I’m at the edge, Kai!” Varian’s voice was low but intense.
   He found it, too, just as his leading foot slipped into a crevice.
   Then he closed his hands about the fat vine and, in blind faith that it was the right one, began to scramble
  down it. He scraped his knuckles against the cliff wall and then swung into free air, as the vine curved
  inward, still secured to the shuttle docking brace.
   “Krims! I grabbed the wrong one.” Varian suddenly exclaimed.
   “Swing near me, Varian. I’ll catch you!”
   “No!”
   He heard that defiant negative above the screams of the giffs. Only the Discipline that had been instilled
  in them both, that one leader must survive, forced him to continue down his vine until he was inside the
  cave and knew it was safe to let go. He staggered to his feet, able to distinguish the cave mouth by the
  slightly brighter darkness.
   “Varian!”
   “I’m to your right. I got the wrong vine. It’s too short. Can you see me?”
   He couldn’t. The curtain of vines hid her. “Can you grab the next vine? Shake it!”
   Tracing the sound, he found the agitated vine and hauled it back into the cave, bracing it.
   “Okay, switch and slide!”
   When her feet touched him, he guided her legs to the ground. They clung together, trembling with a
  reaction neither bothered to Discipline.
   Then, hand in hand, they moved to the curved bow of the shuttle, unslung their improvised packs,
  carefully removing the fruit and nuts. Then they curled up together in the blankets and were almost
  instantly asleep.
   CHAPTER THREE
   “Kaaaiiii!” The rumble that awakened Kai was a nightmare sound because the noise not only issued
  from a source uncomfortably close to his ear but it also vibrated through the stone under him.
   “Huh? Whaaat?” Varian lifted her head from its pillow on his upper arm. “Tor? She blinked up at the
  rock which, from her perspective, towered above them.
   As she moved, the recorder was firmly placed on Kai’s diaphragm, forcing an exhalation from him.
   “Location old core?” the recorder said in lugubrious tones.
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   “The old core?” Varian’s voice echoed the astonishment which she and Kai felt for that totally
  unexpected query. “We’ve nearly been murdered, stripped of all survival equipment, out of touch with
  everyone ...”
   Kai tightened his arm to silence her. “Typical Thek logic, Varian. It chose the issue important to it, not
  us. I wonder if that old core is what stirred Tor to come.”
   “Huh?” Varian struggled to a sitting position, drawing her legs away from Tor’s meter-high triangular
  lump of granite.
   “Where do you remember last seeing that core?” Kai asked her.
   “Frankly, I’d other things on my mind than ancient geological artifacts and yet ...” She frowned as she
  searched her memory. “It must have been in Gaber’s dome. Paskutti wouldn’t have been interested in it.
  Would Bakkun have hung on to it for some obscure reason?”
   “Bakkun?” Kai thought of the heavy world geologist with whom he had often teamed on field trips. “No,
  he wouldn’t value it. He already knew where the ore sites were.” Kai looked up at the Thek. “Original
  compound!”
   Tor rumbled but Kai was diverted by Varian’s urgent tug on his arm.
   “If he’s going to the compound, Kai, we could take a power pack and go with him. The heavyworlders
  couldn’t have used the sleds without power. They might still be where they were stashed. If we could
  have some form of transport ...”
   “Accompany for search, Tor!” Kai said in loud measured tones, repeating the request as the Thek’s
  rumbling continued.
   “I wonder where we’d fit,” said Varian, thoughtfully staring at the Thek vehicle.
   The fit, as Kai discovered, was exceedingly close for just one of them. The spare power pack could be
  secured neatly to one side of Tor’s pointed top but one full-sized human had to cram his body against the
  curve of the shield canopy, arching over the Thek’s mass. After taking a long look at his flight position,
  Kai turned to Varian.
   “I think you’d better wake Lunzie and Triv. The others can stay in cold sleep until we need them but I’d
  rather have the two Disciples awake.”
   “You’re not expecting trouble, are you? Here?” asked Varian, incredulously spreading her arms to
  include the dim vine-bedecked cave.
   “No.” Kai grinned. “Not here! But I don’t know how long I’ll be with Tor.” He shrugged. “You’d be
  better off with someone to talk to. And they could be useful, if only for the experience they’ve gained on
  other expeditions.”
   Varian nodded agreement and returned Kai’s grin, then Tor closed the canopy about them. The Thek
  was warmer than Kai had thought, so he spent most of the mercifully short trip to the original compound
  site clutching desperately to the grips which Tor had fashioned for him on the shield’s interior. Kai
  remembered the trip as a series of incredible acrobatics on his part and a green blur for the Thek sled
  was capable of considerably more speed than the ones designed for humanoids. Finally Tor braked its
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  forward speed and began an abrupt circling movement.
   “Here?” Tor rumbled. The word reverberated in the enclosed space like a klaxon.
   Dazedly Kai looked down and wondered how Tor could have recognized anything at the speed with
  which it was circling. Kai felt nauseous.
   “Here!” To stop the dizzying motion, Kai would have confirmed any location, but he had recognized the
  ledge on which the space shuttle had once rested. Tor braked the cone in the same spot and Kai groggily
  disengaged himself, then waited until the shield had been lifted and he could step back onto solid ground.
  It would be a long time before he volunteered to go anywhere in a Thek vehicle.
   He turned and stared open-mouthed at the compound. All too vivid in his memory was his last sight of it,
  littered with what the heavyworlders had ruthlessly discarded: the little hyracotherium’s body, neck
  snapped in a totally unnecessary display of brutality; Terilla’s lovely botanical sketches ground into the
  dust; discs and shards of records. He heard thunder rolling. His heart skipped as he whirled anxiously
  toward the slope where he had first seen the bobbing black line of stampeding hadrosaurs which the
  mutineers had unleashed on the compound. But now the thunder was atmospheric.
   In the midst of the sudden Iretan downpour, Kai now stared at an amphitheater of sand and stone. The
  only signs that humans had once inhabited the site were two broken stumps where the force veil had
  formed an opening. How long had it taken the scavengers of Ireta to reduce the mountains of dead
  hadrosaurs and scour the site clean? Not so much as a horn was left. And the lack of vegetation gave him
  no clue as to the passage of time. The amphitheater had been only a sandy bowl when they occupied it.
   Of their own anxious accord, his eyes strayed, to register the reassuring absence of menaces stampeding
  from the plain. Kai hadn’t realized how that event had branded itself into his subconscious. He would
  have to try Discipline in sleep that night. He couldn’t have an inhibiting incident crop up, possibly to
  interfere later with situations on different planets at an awkward moment.
   “Where?” Tor had emerged from the vehicle and trundled beside him.
   Kai pointed to the site of Gaber’s dome, bleakly remembering that they had had to leave Gaber’s body.
  It, too, had been returned to dust. In space, he had always wondered at that archaic burial phrase. It was
  appropriate here.
   “The core was there!”
   Tor slid down the slope, the unevenness of the surface posing no problem, but Kai noticed that the Thek
  left a steaming trail. He followed the stone was still hot enough to penetrate Kai’s thick boot sole.
   “Here?” The sound grated out of Tor as the Thek stopped in the designated site.
   “This was the site of the geology dome, the main shelter was precisely here,” and Kai walked to the
  position. “The individual accommodations were across that part of the compound.”
   Then he stared at Tor because that was the longest plain speech he had ever made to a Thek and he
  wondered if the creature absorbed statements not couched in the short speech they preferred. He
  opened his mouth to structure the explanation properly when a rumble from Tor stopped him.
   Not for the first time, Kai wondered if the silicon life-form might have hidden telepathic ability. Now that
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  he thought of it, you always knew what a Thek wanted to find out despite its succinct speech. You could
  distinguish a command from a question that required a yes or no answer, yet there had only been the one
  or two cue words to elicit a response.
   Tor was on the move again, this time in an obvious search pattern. An extremity in the shape of a broad
  flange was poised just above the surface of the dusty compound floor. The Thek progressed ten meters
  in one direction, abruptly turned and examined the adjacent strip.
   Clearly any effort on Kai’s part would be redundant, so he strode down the slight slope to where the veil
  opening had been. Only the stubs of the heavy-duty plastic column remained, and gouges proved they
  had been subjected to treatment its designer had never envisaged.
   Kai knew that the mutineers had moved the sleds from the original parking site. They would have had to
  do it manually since Bonnard had hidden the power packs. Kai stood, raking the surrounding area with
  calculating eyes. There was no telling now how wide a swathe the dead hadrosaurs had made. He was
  also certain that the mutineers had grossly underestimated the scope of the stampede. Still, the mass of
  animals would have had to funnel through the narrow rock gorge leading to the compound. The sleds
  would have been taken to a place reasonably secure, which suggested uphill but nearby. The sleds were
  weighty, even for the muscles of heavyworlders. And they’d been some what rushed, having hoped to fly
  the four craft out of the area.
   Kai struck off to his left where the heavily vegetated land slanted upward. He looked back toward the
  compound and saw Tor moving steadily on its search pattern. He wouldn’t be inconveniencing the Thek
  if he pressed his own search. He rather supposed that Tor would have a time locating the core no matter
  how efficiently it worked. There was always the possibility that the mutineers had retrieved the object.
   He devoutly hoped that they hadn’t also retrieved the sleds. Or spitefully damaged them beyond use.
  But Kai reasoned the sleds would have been too valuable for wanton destruction. The mutineers would
  have been positive that they’d catch up with the people they considered inferiors: whom they’d left
  without any survival equipment. Nor would Paskutti have been easily deterred from an exhaustive search
  for the missing power packs. Which might well explain the giffs’ behavior yesterday.
   Kai almost climbed past the sleds: they were so covered in vine that they looked like a natural rock
  formation. He tore at the vegetation, cursing as fine thorns ripped his hands. He used his knife then, and
  he broke a branch from a tree to pry and cut away the obscuring growths.
   If only one sled was intact ... Units were sealed: Even a heavyworlder would have had to grunt to bash
  the sturdy plasteel frame and body skin.
   He was the one to grunt and sweat now, contending with Ireta’s heavy morning rain, which penetrated
  the leafy cover so that mud added to his problems: mud and the colonies of insects that had taken refuge
  in the shelter of vine and sled.
   He felt, rather than saw, that the instrument console was intact, and disregarding the myriad of tiny
  life-forms wriggling from beneath his fingers, found that the sled floor was unbroached and the essential
  power connectors undamaged.
   With a sigh of relief, he leaned warily against a tree trunk only to be brought upright as a spurt of flame
  angling upward into the misty rain told him that Tor had taken off.
   Too stunned to react for a moment, Kai stared as the fog roiled and then covered completely the
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  passage of the Thek vehicle. Half-blind with sweat and apprehension; Kai started to run back to the
  compound. Without that power pack ...
   Varian had had one glimpse of Kai, body arched over Tor’s mass, clinging valiantly to the improvised
  hand-holds. She didn’t envy him the journey. Then the Thek vehicle slowly turned in the cramped space
  of the cave, proving Tor’s expertise as a pilot. Of course, Tor ought to be expert, considering it was
  intimate with its source of power and the vehicle no more than a surround. How convenient to be a Thek,
  she thought, impervious to all the minor ills that beset frail species like her own: long-lived, invulnerable to
  anything short of a nova. Someone had once told her that Thek created novas to tone up their inner
  cores. And there’d been that droll story she’d heard in advanced training, that the various planets claimed
  by the Thek as ‘homes’ were dead worlds covered with immense pyramidal mountains, in conical ranges.
  Elder Thek never died, they became mountains, too vast to move or be moved. And the asteroid belts
  common to most Thek systems were actually fragmented Thek who had not with stood the final journey
  to their chosen resting place.
   She peered out between the vines to follow their flight and saw the reaction of the giffs. Those in mid-air
  seemed to pause, while those who stood preening themselves on the cliffs erupted into sound, bugling
  and whistling in tones that seemed to Varian both joyous and startled. Although there was no way a
  golden flier could keep up with a Thek-powered craft those in the air made a valiant effort and were
  followed by what must have been the entire adult population of the colony.
   Varian gasped as a shaft of sunlight penetrated the morning mist and rain. The golden fur of the airborne
  giffs seemed a sheet of brilliant yellow suspended between cloudy sky and misted earth.
   Only then did it occur to Varian that the shape of the Thek’s vehicle with its transparent canopy was
  vaguely bird-like, with swept-back wings. A further moment’s thought and she glanced at the basically
  ovoid shape of the shuttle and came to an inescapable conclusion. The giffs had been protecting the cave!
  They had granted immunity to what they thought was an incubating egg.
   Varian burst out laughing. The poor giffs! How long had the “egg” been incubating? However long, it
  must have confused the giffs. And yet ... her respect for the creatures grew. Not only were they
  food-catchers, grass-weavers and protectors of their young, they could extend those skills to include
  another species. Very interesting! This would be one for the tapes when she got back to the ARCT-10.
  Or if.
   Varian entered the shuttle, opening the iris just wide enough for her to squeeze through. The one interior
  light made for an eerie atmosphere. Varian was only too glad to revive Lunzie and Triv. She didn’t fancy
  a prolonged lonely stay in the shuttle or crouched in the cave. She needed occupation. And reading
  revival instructions was first on her list.
   She gave Lunzie and Triv their initial shots and sat down to wait. She couldn’t give the next dose until
  their body temperatures had risen closer to normal. She worried about Lunzie. Was there a limit to the
  number of times one body could undergo cold sleep? Or did it depend on the length of time asleep?
   She shook her head, and turned her mind to more productive channels. If Tor had actually bestirred
  itself to investigate their situation, even if only for the sake of that ancient core, they could eventually
  expect adequate assistance. Nor had they been planted. Had they been, Tor would not have intervened
  no matter how eager the Theks were to acquire the core. She hoped that the object gave the Theks a
  hard time:
   ARCT-10’s computer records, which supposedly included much of the stored knowledge of the
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  incredibly ancient Thek communities, had indicated no previous exploration of Ireta. Yet once Portegin
  had assembled and activated the seismic screen to read the soil and rock analyses of the new cores laid
  by the three geological teams, faint signals had shown up along the entire continental shelf: signals
  indicating the presence of cores on a planet reportedly never before explored. Kai and Gaber had
  unearthed one. Though its signal was weak, it hadn’t differed from the new cores the geologists were
  planting. It had felt old to Varian. And it was obviously of Thek manufacture. The presence of an ancient
  network on the continental shelf did explain the absence of mineral deposits; obviously the planet had
  already been worked. Once the geologists ventured beyond the shelf to the tectonically unstable areas,
  the cores did what they were designed to do: register massive deposits that the shifting plates of the
  heaving planet had thrown up from its very active thermal core.
   At least, Varian consoled herself, Ireta was interesting to the Theks even if the situation of the humans
  involved did not appear to concern them. Still, if the stranded victims of the mutiny could find and power
  up the sleds, they could improve their condition until adequate assistance did arrive.
   Varian checked Lunzie and Triv. Nothing seemed to be wrong and their respiration’s were speeding up.
  Abruptly she decided that she’d better get out of the shuttle for a few moments: she was not constituted
  to sit still and do nothing.
   She wandered out to the cave entrance. Hanging onto a vine, she let her body fall beyond the overhang.
  Giffs were swirling about. She wondered how far they had pursued the swift Thek. They seemed to be
  talking the event over for the crested heads turned from one flying mate to another.
   How beautiful the golden fliers were! Their bodies touched occasionally, forming brilliant lances of
  yellow as Ireta’s sun made its morning inspection. She was all admiration for their economy of movement
  as they back-winged to settle on the cliff. They were not graceful as they waddled to form a loose
  semicircle. She hung out on the vine, fascinated by what had to be a council of the great giffs. Others
  emerged from caves to join the nucleus until the top of the palisade was alive with motion, with high-held
  triangles of giff wings, claw-fingers wriggling in agitation. The noise had become a gabbling bugling sound,
  curiously harmonious, rather than dissonant. What were they saying to each other?
   Varian was so entranced by the spectacle that she didn’t realize how precarious her hold was on the
  vine until she had almost slipped beyond the reach of the ledge. She got safely back, rubbing hands
  stiffened by clutching the cumbersome thick vine, torn between a desire to get closer and the wisdom of
  remaining unseen.
   She settled by making herself comfortable at the far left side of the cave mouth, where she had a good
  view of the sky and cliffs and could still hear the chorus even if she couldn’t see the conclave.
   She looked out apprehensively when the bugling ceased and saw a contingent of giffs, nets dangling from
  their clawed feet, speed off for the morning’s fishing.
   She was utterly astounded then, when three giffs broached the vine curtain and, neatly disentangling their
  wings from the trailing greenery, came to a stop in front of the space shuttle. Their attention was on the
  shuttle, so they didn’t see her.
   Krims! she thought to herself. Then Varian was torn between amusement and sympathy for the obvious
  consternation of the three giffs. Had they expected to find the space shuttle broken open? A birdlike
  object had certainly left the cave. But there it was the “egg”, unblemished and certainly intact.
   Then Varian noticed that the Middle Giff was taller, its wings a fraction larger, than its two fellows. The
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  smaller ones turned to Middle Giff, their whole attitude querying. They emitted soft chirps and a sound
  more like a feline purr than a bird noise. Middle Giff aimed its beak tentatively at the shuttle and tapped it
  lightly. Varian could have sworn it sighed. It resumed its meditative pose while the other crested heads
  turned respectfully to it.
   Varian was seized with an almost uncontrollable desire to stroll nonchalantly up to them and say, “Well,
  fellows, it’s like this ...”
   Instead she savored the perplexed tableau and wished that there were some way in which she could
  explain to her puzzled hosts and protectors. They were noble creatures, elements of dignity were visible
  even in that moment of acute perplexity. Would they—could they—evolve further? Somehow she
  couldn’t imagine the Ryxi in a protective role toward another species of avian life. Fortunately, there was
  no way in which the Ryxi could jeopardize the giffs’ evolution! She smiled to herself, watching the giffs as
  they continued to debate the puzzle. Middle Giff turned from one sidekick to the other, gurgling softly
  under their more audible commentaries. Vrl would be furious, Varian thought. Another flying life-form
  capable of reasoning. Thank Krim that the Ryxi had refused to credit even the little Kai had reported of
  avian life on Ireta. Ryxi could hold lifelong grudges which, in this instance, suited Varian perfectly, so long
  as they stayed away from Ireta.
   The examining committee waddled to the edge of the cave ledge and dropped off, spreading their wings
  to catch an updraft. She watched them from behind her screen as they circled and landed among those
  left on the council rocks. More harmonious noise. Could the musicality of a species’ utterances be an
  indication of their basic temperament? An interesting notion—harmony equated with rational thought?
  Discord with basic survival reactions?
   She glanced at the sky, squinting as she found the sun. Kai and Tor had been gone a while. At the rate
  of speed Tor had left the cliffs, the trip back to the old compound would have required a fraction of the
  time needed to make the journey by sled.
   Time! She scurried back to the shuttle and hastily checked her patients. She ought not to have been
  gone so long, yet she’d no way of measuring time. Lunzie felt warmer and her respiratory rate was
  quicker. Triv was all right, too. She couldn’t risk leaving them again. She settled down, drawing the thin
  thermal sheet about her.
   Even if Kai found a sled in working order, it would take him some hours to return. To pass time, she
  carefully peeled and ate another of the fruits, chewing slowly to get the most of its taste and to draw out
  the task of eating. Mentally she rehearsed phrases of a report she’d make to the Xenobiological Survey
  on the cooperative tendencies of the golden fliers.
   A long sigh nearly lifted Varian from the hard shuttle plasfloor. Lunzie! Yes, the medic’s head had turned
  and her right hand jumped, her feet twitched. It was time for the restorative. As she prepared Lunzie’s,
  she looked over at Triv. His head had fallen to one side, his lips parted and a groan issued from deep
  inside the man. “Lunzie, it’s Varian. Can you hear me?”
   Lunzie blinked, trying to focus her eyes. Varian remembered her own attempts and resisted the impulse
  to smile. Lunzie wouldn’t appreciate humor at the expense of her personal dignity.
   “Hnnnnn?”
   “It’s Varian, Lunzie. You’ve been in cold sleep. I’m reviving you and Triv.”
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   “Ohhhhh.”
   Varian gave her the second of the two required shots and then turned to give Triv his. She could
  appreciate their sensations as long-unused nerves and limbs began to respond to mental dictates. Once
  the second shots had taken effect, Lunzie and Triv were soon sitting up.
   “I only hope you took it easy at first,” Lunzie commented to Varian in her usual way.
   “Oh yes,” Varian assured her blithely, aware that “easy” in Lunzie’s lexicon probably differed from her
  own interpretation. “I feel great.”
   “So what happened?”
   “That Thek, Tor—the one Kai knows—came.”
   Lunzie’s eyebrows arched in mild surprise. “Not to our rescue, certainly!”
   Varian grinned at the medic, pleased that someone else shared her cynicism about Thek. “It wanted the
  old core!”
   The one Gaber and Kai disinterred.”
   “What would it want that for?” Triv asked, his words slurred in his first attempt at speech.
   Varian shrugged. “A Thekian reason. But Kai went over with Tor to find it. I hope that wretched thing’s
  buried nineteen meters down. No, I don’t,” she contradicted herself quickly, “for that would mean we’ve
  been asleep far too long. At any rate, Kai took along a power pack to unearth a sled for us.”
   “If the heavyworlders didn’t wreck ’em,” Lunzie said sourly.
   “They wouldn’t do that,” Triv said. “They’d be too sure that they’d locate us, and the power packs.”
   “A sled would be a powerful encouragement.” Lunzie looked down at the darker mounds of sleepers.
  Then she began to manipulate her arms and legs in a Discipline limbering exercise.
   “Do I smell fruit?” Triv asked, running his tongue over his lips.
   Varian instantly set to peel fruit for Lunzie and Triv. While they ate slowly and appreciatively, Varian
  related the adventures she and Kai had had, and their conclusion that the heavyworlders had penetrated
  to the giffs’ territory. With great relish she recounted the visitation of the Elder giffs after Tor had left the
  cave. Triv was amused, but Lunzie interpreted Varian’s report differently though she offered no
  comment.
   “Can we use the main cave safely?” she asked Varian as she rose stiffly to her feet. “Or are those fliers
  of yours apt to recon frequently? No matter, I’d rather be out in Ireta’s stink than sit in this morgue.” She
  gathered up the thermal sheet and stalked to the entrance.
   Triv and Varian followed. Once outside, Lunzie regarded the vines for a long moment, her expression
  betraying nothing of her thoughts. Suddenly she began to sniff, at first tentatively, and then with deeper
  breaths. “What ... the ...”
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   Varian grinned at her consternation. “Yes, I’d noticed, too. We’ve got accustomed to Ireta.”
   “Don’t those vines give you any idea how long we’ve slept?” Lunzie demanded.
   “I wish my botanical expertise was not limited to edibility and toxicity,” Varian said, not wishing to add
  that the expedition’s botanist had mutinied. “Tropical growth has a vitality unlike others. Why don’t you
  limber up more? You could shower with the next rain ...”
   “Say, Tanegli broke your shoulder ...” Lunzie’s strong fingers found the break point in Varian’s shoulder.
  Her expression was inscrutable. “Reabsorbed! How long ago did Kai leave?” she added in a quick shift
  of topic.
   “Early morning. Before the net giffs left for fishing.” Varian swung a vine beyond the lip of the cave and,
  squinting against the sun which was burning through the heat haze, decided it must be midafternoon. “He
  could be back any time now.”
   “We’ll hope so. D’you have anything more than fruit? Any protein? I feel an urgent need for something
  substantial.”
   “Well,” Varian began brightly, “we were lucky enough to find hadrosaur nuts ...”
   “Were you now?” Lunzie’s dry humor had survived cold sleep.
   While Varian tried to sell the two on the merits of the pithy nuts, she tried to hide her growing
  apprehension over Kai’s delay. Kai might ascribe some loyalty to Tor but she couldn’t. It would be just
  like the creature to find the bloody core and bounce off with its treasure, ignoring Kai’s welfare. Still, Kai
  would have had to disinter the sleds and check over the console. It could have taken a long time to find
  the sleds. Her anxiety sharpened her hearing and the giffs’ cries were audible. Without explanation to Triv
  and Lunzie, she made a sudden running leap to a vine, swinging out to see what alarmed them. The haze
  had thickened but the muffled whine of a sled was music to her ears.
   “He’s back. He’s back,” she cried as she ran to the vines anchored to the shuttle and began shinnying
  up. She was just pulling herself onto the cliff when the blunt snout of the two-man vehicle emerged from
  the obscuring haze and wobbled erratically in her direction.
   Krims! Was the thing damaged. “Lunzie! Triv! Get up here!”
   What was Kai attempting? The sled angled down, not as if he was attempting to circle and land in the
  cave. The flight angle was wrong. What was he doing? Reminding the giffs of the first peaceful visit they’d
  had from humans? No, not with the sled swinging like that. Glare kept her from making out the pilot
  behind the canopy. The giffs were alarmed, too, taking to the air in flocks. Some began to circle to
  investigate. The bow of the sled dipped again and, as Varian watched from the cliff edge, her heart in her
  throat, its forward motion was braked so fast that the vehicle fell rather than descended, bumping along
  the vines until she was afraid that momentum would carry it over the cliff. She even put out her hand in an
  unconscious gesture. With a final grind, the nose of the sled caught on the vines and it slowed to a halt.
  Then she could see that Kai was slumped over the console.
   Forgetting any caution for the circling giffs, she clambered over the edge and reached the sled just as the
  first of the giffs landed. She eyed the creature over the stained and scratched canopy. The giff reared
  back, its wings half extended, the wing talons spread but, as she caught her breath and braced herself for
  an assault, a long warbling note restrained the giff. The creature’s talons closed and its wings relaxed
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  slightly.
   She had time, then, Varian thought, to get to Kai. She pressed the canopy release and, once the plasglas
  had cracked open, she pushed to speed the retraction.
   “Kai! Kai!”
   “Kaaaiiiii! Kaaaaiiiii!” The giffs mimicked her as more landed and ranged themselves on either side of the
  first one.
   At that moment, Kai moaned. Ignoring the giffs, Varian bent into the sled to tend to his body slumped
  over the console. A putrid stench now rose from the opened cockpit. Shuddering in revulsion, she hauled
  Kai upright. And shuddered again, mastering the wave of nausea that swept her. Kai’s face was a mass
  of blood. What was left of his overall was matted against his bloodied flesh. The whole front of him was a
  bloody mess.
   “LUNZIE! TRIV! HELP!” She screeched over her shoulder.
   “UNNNNZZZZI IVVVVELLLLL.” The giffs picked up the sounds.
   “Shut up! I don’t need a chorus!” Varian yelled at them to relieve the horror that she experienced
  looking down at her co-leader. He moaned again.
   Her fingers hunted for the pulse against the carotid artery. Slow, strong and regular. Strange. No, he’d
  been exerting Discipline. How else could he have returned to the cliffs in his condition.
   Had Lunzie heard her? She glanced warily up at the giffs and was astonished to see that every head was
  turned away and the bodies seemed to be withdrawing from the sled. They looked, for all the world, as if
  they were avoiding an unpleasant smell. And so they were, for the stench still rose from the sled, and
  mostly from Kai. Could she risk leaving him and going to the cliff edge to hurry help.
   “We’re coming!” Triv’s shout finally encouraged her.
   She bent to look more closely at Kai’s wounds. He appeared to have been attacked by something or
  something’s that sucked blood for as she eased a shred of his coverall from his chest, she saw the pattern
  of pin point marks on his skin, each with its own jewel like tear drop of blood. And that awful stink!
  Worse than anything that Ireta had inflicted on her before except, she realized now, that she remembered
  that frightful odor. It was not easy to forget: oily, marine, and utterly disgusting!
   “Is it safe to approach?” Triv asked, poking his head over the cliff edge.
   “It hardly matters, does it?” Lunzie replied, heaving herself onto the vine-covered surface.
   “They’re not aggressive now,” Varian said in a well-projected voice, keeping her tone sweet. “I’d just
  move slowly.”
   “My intention, I assure you. How bad is Kai?”
   “He’s unconscious now. Must have Disciplined himself to get back.
   He seems to have run into a bloodsucker.”
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   “Faugh!” Lunzie’s face wrinkled in distaste and she pinched her nostrils. “What’s that smell?”
   “Kai.”
   “Your fliers don’t seem to like the smell any more than we do,”
   Triv remarked.
   “Let’s get him out of the sled while they’re snooting the wind,” Lunzie said. “I really can’t see enough
  through the blood.
   Triv and Varian slipped into the sled to hoist out the unconscious geologist. Triv grimaced at muscles
  slow to respond to his commands as they guided the limp body out to Lunzie.
   “That stink would suffocate a man,” Triv remarked, taking deep gulps of fresher air. “Oh ho, what’s
  wrong here?” He bent back inside the sled. “Did he drop this thing? Every malfunction light on the control
  panel is lit.”
   “Krims! I was hoping we could fly him down to the cave in the sled,” Varian said.
   “I wouldn’t advise it until I can get behind the control panel.”
   Triv flicked off the power and closed the canopy.
   Lunzie deftly peeled away the tatters of the coverall to disclose the hundreds of tiny punctures that had
  pierced Kai’s skin, each one filled with blood. Varian removed the trouser legs.
   “Even his boots are perforated,” she told Lunzie. “I don’t remember telltagging anything that could do
  this.”
   “You think he’d smell it coming,” was Lunzie’s dour comment.
   “Watch it, girls, we’ve got company. Hey ...”
   At Triv’s warning, Lunzie and Varian looked up and received a giff-borne shower in the face as a flight
  of giffs skimmed over them and each emptied its filled throat pouch on the little group. Most of the
  unexpected drenching fell on Kai’s exposed body, leaving it clean of blood momentarily.
   “Well, what d’you make of that?” demanded Triv. “Ah there’s more coming! No, they’ve got leaves!”
   As deftly as the shower had been delivered, the thick green leaves dropped about Kai.
   “What are they trying to tell us, Varian?” Lunzie wanted to know.
   “They know that stink, Lunzie. They could know what attacked him.
   They must be trying to help us.”
   “They’d attack with claw and wing,” Triv said thoughtfully, “not water and leaves.”
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   “But they did attack you and Kai ...” Lunzie began.
   “This time they saw us all come from the cave.” Varian seized one of the leaves and held it up to the giffs
  remaining beyond the sled. “What do I do with it?”
   Lunzie picked up a leaf, crushing the pulpy tip in her fingers, sniffing and sneezing at the odor of the sap.
   “One thing sure, it smells a lot better than he does. A neutralizer?”
   “Varian! That big one ...” Triv pointed and they looked at the largest of the giffs, who could have been
  the Middle Giff of the cave inspection, crushing a leaf in its talon and smearing it on its chest fur.
   “What might work on giffs, might not work on us, but I’ve nothing else ...” Lunzie muttered and
  tentatively squeezed sap over the oozing punctures on Kai’s shoulder. “Well, what d’you know? It’s a
  styptic! Quick, both of you, get to work. Even if the leaves only stop the bleeding, it’s something!” She
  tasted the sap then. “Oooo. Bitter, bitter. Alum like. Good. Now if it could also neutralize—whatever bit
  Kai is toxic as all ... Hell!”
   As if taking due note of Kai’s condition, Ireta’s unpredictable rain started to fall in drops big enough to
  hurt.
   “Wouldn’t you just know?” Varian cried in disgust, trying to shelter Kai’s legs with her body as Lunzie
  and Triv leaned across his torso.
   In moments Kai’s hair was afloat in a puddle and the sap was being washed from those portions of his
  body which the concerted efforts of his friends could not shield.
   “We’ve got to get him out of this. Are you sure we can’t risk the sled?” Lunzie asked urgently.
   Triv splashed to the vehicle and the women could hear him cursing, heard him slamming the plasglas
  canopy shut.
   “Every damned red light is on. Those sleds are supposed to be impervious ... We got company again ...”
   “What we don’t need are spectators. C’mon, Varian, Triv. We’ve got to get him down to the cave
  before he drowns.”
   “I’ll just hoist him ...” Triv said, grabbing Kai by the arm and staggering as he attempted to haul the
  unconscious man to his shoulder. “What ...”
   Varian grabbed to support the staggering Triv while Lunzie caught Kai.
   “You’re both just out of cold sleep,” Varian said with some disgust. “Neither of you has regained any
  useful strength yet.”
   In a joint effort they carried Kai to the edge of the cliff.
   “I don’t like this,” Lunzie muttered to herself as Varian located an untethered vine and hauled it up.
  “None of us is up to this sort of effort.” She bent to protect Kai from the rain.
   “Varian,” Triv’s voice was taut with alarm. “The giffs are surrounding us. Are they trying to push us off
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  the cliff?” His voice rose as he planted himself in front of Lunzie and Kai.
   Varian turned, rising from her crouch. With a sense of relief she thought she recognized Middle Giff as it
  took a forward step. Then it inclined its head to her and gestured one wing in as courtly a motion as any
  she’d ever seen from the mincing Ryxi. The wing tip pointed over the edge of the cliff. It moved to
  indicate Kai. Then both wings were spread, undulating to suggest flight. The huge raindrops beat against
  the wing surface, beading as the oil of the fur kept the water from penetrating.
   “Does the giff mean what I think it means?” Triv asked Varian.
   “If it does, it’s a miracle.”
   “Now, wait a minute, Varian,” Lunzie interposed, “I’m not about to surrender Kai to them.”
   “What choice have we? Dropping him into the sea because we haven’t the strength to lower him into the
  cave? They’ve already helped us with the water and the leaves. They are used to flying burdens with the
  fish nets, working as a team. If they’re smart enough to see we’ve got a problem in getting Kai into
  shelter, they’ve also got a solution. The rain’s getting heavier and the wind’s making up.” Varian had to
  brace herself. “We’ve no other option.”
   Lunzie dashed soaking hair from her face, staring up at Varian. Then a gust of wind buffeted the trio of
  humans. Lunzie capitulated, throwing up one hand in acceptance of their desperate situation. “You and
  Triv go on down. Part the vines and guide the giffs in.”
   With a final fierce look at the xenobiologist, Lunzie surrendered Kai’s limp body to Varian. She took the
  vine that Triv indicated and slid out of sight over the cliff edge. Triv followed her. Suddenly the wind
  ceased its assault on her body and Varian realized that she was surrounded by wet giff legs. Giff claws
  wrapped gently about Kai’s ankles and picked up his limp arms by the wrists. Varian stepped back,
  heart in her mouth.
   Then Kai was hanging in the air and more giffs found holds on him. For one horrified moment, Varian
  wondered if they were going to fly him up to one of their caves. But they lifted him well above the cliff,
  then maneuvered slowly out over the water and slowly began to descend. Could she be hearing the creak
  of overloaded bones in the storm winds? She could certainly see the effort in the straining pinions. Varian
  shook herself out of her paralysis and, finding the vine which Lunzie had used, began to slide down it.
  She slipped a bit on the rain-slick vine and was forced to abandon her scrutiny of Kai’s descent to insure
  her own. Then she saw Lunzie and Triv holding back the thick vines so that the giffs could enter. Before
  her feet touched the cave’s floor, Kai was safely deposited. Having delivered their burden, the giffs
  awkwardly backed away. Lunzie and Triv busily anointed the myriad punctures on his body, which were
  once again oozing droplets of blood.
   “He’s all right?” Varian asked Lunzie.
   “Took no harm at all. I don’t think they so much as bruised him. And this sap is definitely styptic.”
   Reassured, Varian turned to the giffs. The two species regarded each other over the injured man. It
  wasn’t as if she could flap her hand at them, like a flock of ordinary birds, and shoo them away, nor did
  Varian wish to treat them so peremptorily for they had saved Kai twice already. In working with alien
  species, Varian had discovered that the sincerity of her intentions could be communicated by voice, even
  if the words were unintelligible to the hearer. She spread her arms wide, palms up, and imitated the wing
  gesture of Middle Giff.
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   “I don’t know how to express our thanks and appreciation for your assistance, golden fliers,” she said,
  deepening her voice and imbuing it with the very genuine gratitude she felt. We could not have borne him
  so safely nor so quickly to shelter. Thank you, too, for the leaves.” Varian pointed to Lunzie and Triv as
  they smeared Kai’s wounds. “Thank you for all your assistance. We hope to remain on such good terms
  with you. Thank you.”
   “From all of us to all of you,” murmured Lunzie. Then she smiled up at the giffs nearest her, holding up
  the leaf she was crushing and smiling more broadly. Varian could almost forgive her her dark humor.
   A hum rose from the giffs and their orange eyes blinked rapidly.
   “While you’re in rapport with ’em, ask for more leaves. Unless you know where we can find ’em.”
   A slightly surprised chirp and the agitation of the vine screen brought their attention to the cave entrance.
  A group of smaller giffs entered, their wing talons clutching bundles of the leaves.
   “Ask and you shall receive, oh skeptic,” Triv muttered as the smaller giffs hovered, venturing inside the
  cave only far enough to drop their burdens safely to the floor. Then Middle Giff made a peremptory
  sound, a call more than a chirp, and all the giffs lurched to the mouth of the cave. To Varian, they
  appeared to fall off the edge. Then she saw them, beating strongly upwards and out of sight.
   “Lunzie ...” she began, turning to deliver a few choice words to the medic but Kai moaned, his voice
  rising to a feverish mumble. He thrashed about until Triv grabbed him by the arms and held him down.
   “Get that thermal blanket Varian. Whatever Discipline he was exerting has lapsed. Yes,” and Lunzie laid
  her hand on his forehead and then his cheeks, “fever’s rising. At least fever indicates the body is fighting
  the toxemia.” She rummaged in her pouch for a moment. “Muhlah! I don’t have so much as an antibiotic.
  He’s going to have to do it the hard way. Take off the other boot, Triv, will you? And Varian, you pull
  off what’s left of his clothes while I hold him up. Hmmm ...” Lunzie paused to inspect Kai’s chest. “The
  sap is closing the punctures. If only I had something ... That Thek didn’t say anything about ARCT-10,
  did it?”
   “Only that the beacon hadn’t been stripped yet”
   “I shouldn’t have asked. Is there any more of that succulent fruit, Varian? I’m still dehydrated and, if we
  could dilute some juice—with freshwater, Kai might take it. He’s going to need all the liquid we can get
  down him to combat the toxin.”
   Triv collected rain water by holding a pail outside the vines to catch the torrential downpour. Varian
  squeezed juice until she had exhausted the supply. They all ate the pulp. At regular intervals, the diluted
  juice was dripped down Kai’s throat. It seemed to ease his restlessness. Often he would lick his lips and
  frown during the fever dreams, as if searching for soothing moisture.
   “Not on uncommon fever pastime,” Lunzie assured them. “It’s when they won’t swallow, you’ve got
  problems.”
   By sunset Kai’s fever had reached a new high and their supply of leaves was almost gone. Though most
  of the punctures had closed, the sap seemed to ease his feverishness but Lunzie hoped they could get
  more to last through the night. So Varian climbed to the cliff top, hoping there would be a giff she could
  signal to. She sighed with relief when she found a large pile of leaves neatly anchored to the vines by a
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  stout twist of grass. Fruit was windlocked in an intersection of thick vine tendrils.
   “Not so stupid our fine furry friends,” she said, elated and reassured, as she proudly displayed the leaves
  and fruit to Lunzie and Triv.
   “I’ve been on worlds where there were other interpretations to such overtures,” Lunzie replied
  sardonically.
   “Yes, I appreciate that, Lunzie. Propiation of unknown gods, fattening for the kill, ceremonial poisonings
  ...” Varian dismissed such considerations with a wave of her hand. “To an experienced hand like you, I
  must seem incredibly naive, but then I’ve generally dealt with animals which are pretty straight forward in
  their reactions. I really feel sorry for you, having to cope with that devious and subtle predator—man.”
  She spoke in an even tone but she held Lunzie’s gaze in a steady stare. “My experience tells me to trust
  the giff, for they’ve shown us no harm—”
   “Once we emerged from this cave. Actually, I cannot help comparing your fliers with the Ryxi.”
   “There’s no comparison—”
   “There is if you are trying to suggest the golden fliers remembered man—us,” and Lunzie dug a thumb
  into her chest bone, “when you don’t even know their life span, and we don’t know how long we were in
  cold sleep.”
   “The giffs did remember: that intruders from the gap were trouble and that those in the cave were to be
  protected. They do protect the young of their own species. I just count us very lucky indeed that that
  instinct mapped onto us.”
   “I’d hate to think that this was a tradition handed down from elder to hatchling,” Triv remarked. “What
  sort of a life span would you project for the giffs, Varian?”
   As Varian did not wish to argue with Lunzie, she seized on Triv’s calm question gratefully.
   “The Ryxi are the only comparable species of a similar size exhibiting the same intelligence,” she ignored
  Lunzie’s snort of disgust, “and their life span is tied up with their libido. The males tend to kill their
  opponents off in mating duels. Ryxi females live six or seven decades. Like the giffs they don’t seem to
  have any predators. Of course, I don’t know what parasites they might be susceptible to. Then, there’s
  the leech thing. If the giffs knew what topical treatment to supply for those puncture wounds, they must
  be vulnerable to it. However, let’s give the giffs a life span similar to the Ryxi’s ...”
   “They don’t like comparisons—” Lunzie remarked. “Say, 60 to 70 years Standard.”
   “We could have slept sixty to seventy years, or six hundred. You’d have thought Kai would insist on
  knowing how long he’d slept.”
   “You know that Thek don’t reckon time in our measurements. Even if Kai had asked, would he have
  received a comprehensible answer.”
   Triv regarded Lunzie’s sour expression with a bemused smile on his face. “You do dislike the Thek,
  don’t you?”
   “I would dislike any species that set itself up as an infallible authority on anything and everything.” A
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  sharp gesture of Lunzie’s arm dismissed the noble Thek with no courtesy. “I don’t trust ’em. And this,”
  her hand lowered toward Kai, feverishly twisting his head and trying to free his arms from the restraint of
  the sheet, “is one immediate reason why.”
   “We’ve been taught to respect and revere them,” Triv began.
   Lunzie snorted. “Typical xenob training. You can’t help it, but you can learn from mistakes!”
   Kai began to thresh in earnest, loosening the cocoon they had wrapped about him.
   “Sap time!” Lunzie said, reaching for the leaves. “This medication is effective for an hour and a half; I
  wish I knew if there were side effects to prolonged application. I wish I had something to work with ...”
  Lunzie’s tone was fierce but her hands were gentle in their ministrations.
   “What do you need?” Varian asked quietly.
   “The small microscope plus the metal medicine container that Tanegli made off with!”
   “I know the console was blinking its red head off but none of the warning lights was steady,” Varian
  said. “I’ll take a look tomorrow. Portegin had enough tools to make that homing beacon, and I’m a fair
  mechanic when pushed. A few matrices may just have loosened in that hard landing. I remember the
  coordinates of all the camps ... as if it were yesterday ...” Varian caught Lunzie’s eyes and laughed.
  Lunzie’s gaze was cynical. “Well, the last thing the heavyworlders would be expecting is a raid by one of
  us.”
   “Do the bastards good to get shaken out of their sagging skins,” the physician said. “If any of the original
  ones are still alive.”
   “A bit daunting to think they might all be safely in their graves, or whatever they do,” said Triv, “and us
  alive and kicking.”
   “You get used to it,” Lunzie said sourly.
   “What?” asked Varian. “The kicking or still being alive when everyone else you know has long since
  been dead?” With those words Varian faced that possibility for the first time since she had awakened.
   “Both,” was Lunzie’s cryptic reply.
   “I’ll have a go at fixing the sled first light tomorrow.”
   “I’ll give you a hand,” Triv said.
   “Then you,” and Lunzie pointed at Triv, “can take first watch with Kai tonight.” She was wringing out
  another cloth to place on Kai’s forehead. “I’m tired.”
   Varian gave the physician a searching look. Yes, Lunzie was tired, of many things. Tired, resigned, but
  not defeated.
   “Wake me for the next watch, Triv.” Varian hauled the thermal blanket over her shoulders and was
  asleep almost before she could pillow her head on her arm.
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   Varian woke Lunzie at first light when Kai’s temperature began to rise.
   “That’s the way of fevers,” Lunzie told her, checking her patient. “Some of the punctures are completely
  closed. That’s good.” Lunzie offered Kai juice which he thirstily gulped. “That’s good, too.”
   Varian went over to Triv and was about to wake him when Lunzie intervened.
   “Can you manage without him? He needs more rest than he’ll let on.”
   “I’ll call if I need help, then.” Varian equipped herself with Portegin’s few tools and shinnied up the vine
  to the cliff top.
   First she had to empty the sled of the rainwater that had accumulated even in the brief time the canopy
  had been opened. That gave her a chance to examine the under-carriage. Although there were a few
  scratches from Kai’s rough landing, there were no fracture lines on the ceramic. As she righted the sled,
  she noticed several small feathers. She picked them up, smoothed them and held them out to the fresh
  drawn breeze to dry. They couldn’t be from giffs, which were furred, and, once dry enough to show
  color, they were a greenish blue. The downy portion fluffed while the top of the quills remained rigid, too
  thick with oil to have suffered damage from their immersion. Carefully putting them in a breast pocket,
  Varian turned to the business at hand.
   She switched on the power, and the blinking lights reappeared. The fault might be just in the console
  panel, Varian thought, for despite her confident claim to Lunzie, she wasn’t a trained mechanic. If the
  sled’s malfunction involved circuit or matrix adjustments, she would be unable to cope. Then they would
  have to wake Portegin. But the units were built to withstand a good deal of rough usage as well as long
  periods of idleness, stored in the Exploratory Vessel, so they had been designed to survive under just the
  circumstances that then prevailed.
   Fortunately the wind was blowing over her right shoulder as she broke the console seal. She had also
  lifted the panel upward so her face was shielded. Otherwise the mold that had penetrated and thrived in
  the console interior would have covered her face. Instinctively she had held her breath and ducked away
  at her first sight of the purple mass. She lowered the console cover only far enough to watch the wind
  blow away the top layers.
   Using one collar flap as an improvised mask, she tilted the sled into the wind, letting it dislodge additional
  layers until, at last, the outlines of the matrix panels were visible though covered with a soft purple fuzz.
  Even the color looked dangerous to her.
   Then she took heart because, if the mold had seeped through the console seals, it could also cause
  minute circuit breakage. If she could remove the remaining stuff ... Varian laid aside the panel but kept
  the collar flap across her mouth and nose as she bent to examine the slotted matrices. She delicately ran
  one of Portegin’s tools along the edge of the matrix frame, the fuzz gathering on the shaft of the
  instrument, leaving the frame edge clean. She flicked the mess off the blade and cleaned the next portion.
  When she had cleared the accessible portions of the panel, she shook out Portegin’s kit to find something
  that could reach into crannies and corners. If she left any of that mold inside, it would undoubtedly
  proliferate again. She needed a long-handled, fine-bristled brush which was patently not among
  Portegin’s effects.
   Then she recalled the greenish blue plumage. “Fine feathered friends as well as furry ones,” she cried.
   Nothing could have been more suitable and she set about dusting and cleaning, always careful not to
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  inhale any of the particles she flicked away. The quill was in fact superior to a brush, bending to fit into
  crevices and corners which would have defeated a stiff-handled tool.
   When Varian could see no more purple fuzz anywhere, she replaced the console cover and sealed it, for
  whatever that action was worth. Switching the power back on, she was delighted to see that all but one
  of the malfunction lights were off. She gave the console a solid thump with her fist and the last one
  blinked out.
   She finished just as the first of the day’s rain squalls thundered across the inland sea. As she hurriedly
  closed the canopy, she noticed that she’d had three spectators. Middle Giff was among them, towering
  above his sidekicks. They regarded her with an unwavering orange gaze.
   “And good morning to you.” She bowed solemnly. “I’ve cleaned the console and the sled appears to be
  operative again. I’m going down for a while but I’ll be back.” Varian held the firm opinion that all species
  liked to be noticed, whether or not the language could be understood. From the way the giffs cocked
  their heads attentively, they were certainly hearing the sounds she made. Keeping her tone cheerful,
  Varian went on. “I’m sure you couldn’t care less, but these blue-green feathers are superior mold
  dusters. Friends of yours?” She held up one feather and she was certain that Middle Giff leaned forward
  to peer at it. “Couldn’t have fixed the sled without it.” She tucked Portegin’s tool kit into her belt and
  then walked to the edge of the cliff, to slide down the vine. “See you later.”
   “See who later?” demanded Lunzie.
   “The giffs.”
   Lunzie eyed her skeptically. “And the sled?”
   “Nothing but a case of purple mold.”
   “You didn’t inhale any of it?”
   “I’ve more sense than that. A feather, opportunely deposited in the sled,” and Varian displayed it once
  again, “cleaned what the wind didn’t.
   Sled’s all systems green. How’s Kai?”
   “The same.” Lunzie stretched and pulled at stiff shoulder muscles. “I’ll wake Triv when I have to. We
  got another delivery while you were out.” Lunzie indicated the pile of leaves and fruit. “Apparently they
  have decided we need these,” and she pushed at the hadrosaurus nuts with a sour expression on her
  face.
   “They don’t taste like much—”
   “Like so much bumwad—”
   “But they are full of protein.”
   “I’ll put them through the synthesizer. Anything would improve their taste—or, should I say, lack of it?”
   “I’ll have a look round the secondary campsites. With out sleds, I don’t think the heavyworlders would
  have had enough mobility to spread out—”
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   “But then, we don’t know how long we’ve been asleep, or how inventive and resourceful they were.”
   “True.” Varian had no great opinion of the abilities of the heavyworlders to reshape the local
  environment. “But I just might get an indication of elapsed time.”
   “They might even all be dead!” Hope was evident in Lunzie’s voice.
   “See you later.”
   “Take care, Varian.”
   When Varian emerged on the cliff top, the morning winds had picked up. The Three had left their perch
  above the sled, but the sky was well populated by the graceful creatures, soaring on thermal updrafts or
  gliding in to land on their cave ledges during the respite from squall and rain. Varian was aware that her
  every action was being observed as she settled in the pilot’s seat. She felt slightly self-conscious as she
  closed the canopy and took off directly into the prevailing wind. When she had circled back over the cliff,
  she realized that the opening to the cavern was totally obscured by the vines. Small wonder the
  heavyworlders had not found them.
   Despite the airing the sled had received, the taint of that nauseating odor remained. Varian switched the
  air circulator to high without much effect. The sled did handle properly, she was relieved to note, but she
  kept a close check on the panel lights and the readout, visually estimating her altitude and her direction
  against the sun.
   Those concerns kept Varian from noticing her escort until she was some distance from the cliffs. At first
  she thought that the three giffs just happened to be flying in her general direction. Then she couldn’t
  ignore the fact that they were discreetly pacing the sled; curiosity or protection? Either way, their action
  was further evidence of intelligence. Serve those arrogant Ryxi right, Varian thought, to have another
  winged sentient emerge in the same solar system as their new colony.
   When she began to recognize the landmarks close to the landing site and the scene of the stampede, she
  wondered if any of the animals they had originally tagged were still alive. She flipped on the telltagger. Of
  course, since she’d not had time to estimate the life expectancy of the various species she had tagged,
  this could well be another exercise in futility, but it was worth a try. Immediately the sensitive instrument
  registered movement as well as significant animal warmth but no blurp indicating tagged life-forms. Just
  then Varian shot across the end of a long swath of cleared and trampled ground. She had a fleeting
  glimpse of blunt heads poking into tree tops, long-neck herbivores on their ceaseless quest for forage
  sufficient to keep life in their ponderous bodies.
   If the telltagger had purred even once to indicate the presence of the indelible paint that had been used to
  mark the beasts, she would have been tempted to turn back and identify the creatures.
   Varian continued toward the original compound. Whatever had attacked Kai might still be in the vicinity,
  looking for more blood. She shuddered with revulsion. Although Lunzie’s dour assessment of the Thek
  motive was disturbing, Varian preferred to believe that the Thek had left before Kai was attacked. Thek
  might not have to indulge in defensive tactics because no intelligent species would dare attack them. To
  primitive predators of limited sense, the Thek was just so much rock, with no scent, and such infrequent
  motion to make it unlikely as prey. No one could accuse the Thek of being emotional nor of becoming
  involved with any non-Thek individuals though they were devoted to their own Elders. On the other
  hand, Varian mused, Tor had known Kai’s family for several generations. Surely some conscience would
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  have prompted the Thek to assist Kai if it had observed him in difficulties.
   She had to concede that Tor had only awakened Kai because it needed him to assist in recovering the
  old core. Even if that were its entire motive, the secondary benefit had been Kai’s awakening, then hers,
  and the acquisition of a sled which at least gave the stranded explorers mobility. Varian wasn’t certain
  how much of an advantage that would prove. When she arrived near the heavyworlders, she’d have to
  take precautions to prevent their seizing the sled. Krims! If she and Kai had only had a little more
  warning before that mutiny had erupted, they could have Disciplined against it.
   Or could they? She grinned to herself. Four Disciples in full control of their inner resources were still no
  match for six heavyworlders, unless they had the advantage of surprise. The heavyworlders had had that.
  Nor could the four Disciples have retreated strategically for that would have given the mutineers hostages
  of the most vulnerable members of the expedition.
   Varian circled the old compound and quickly spotted the small cavity toward the rear of the compound,
  well away from the site of the old geological dome which had housed the core. The Thek had had a long
  search. The old cylinder of the core had probably been kicked about in the stampede before being
  buried beneath layers of dead beasts. Succeeding years would have seen it planted deeper in dust and
  sand. How much dust would accumulate in the amphitheater in a year? How many years? How many
  years!
   Deliberately Varian censured her thoughts and swung the sled about. Immediately she saw the broken
  trees where Kai must have blasted skyward in the sled. She tightened her circle to land deftly in that
  opening, all the time listening to the telltagger for any evidence of life in the area. Silence. So she opened
  the canopy. The other vehicles were partially exposed by the removal of the one she was using and Kai’s
  efforts to clear the overgrowth. With any luck, all could be retrieved and made useful again. With
  creatures abroad like the one that had attacked Kai, they had better travel by air whenever feasible. Oh,
  for the comforting presence of a stunner in her holster!
   For the life of her, she couldn’t imagine which of the life-forms she’d observed before the mutiny could
  have mangled Kai in that fashion. She gave the weed-covered sleds a kick which dislodged any number
  of insects and stepped nimbly out of their senseless flight. None of them looked like a leech.
   She returned to the sled and took off, circling above the compound, gradually widening the spiral
  upward while the telltagger chortled. There seemed no point in remaining there. She turned her sled
  northeast, noting that her aerial guardians had resumed their discreet cover.
   Oddly reassured Varian smiled to herself, a smile that faded as she began to examine her direction. Yet
  she felt reasonably certain that the mutineers must have remained at the northeast camp. They had spent
  their “rest day” there, and it was also reasonable to assume that they had hidden the supplies they’d
  synthesized nearby. Bakkun had initiated the mutiny from the northeast, not the southwestern camp built
  for Dimenon and Margit. Furthermore, the hunting in the northeast was known to be good.
   The camp so briefly occupied by Portegin and Aulia had been located on one of the sawn-off bluffs that
  volcanic forces had pushed up in the area, like immense foot rests or stepping stones. A narrow trail to
  the summit prevented attack by all but small agile creatures. Because of the presence of Tyrannosaurus
  rex, originally named fang-face by Varian, and the voracious grazers, the small life-forms which had
  remained in the vast plains area were timid or nocturnal. The one would have stayed away from unknown
  scents and activities, the other would be warded off by the simplest of shock gates, even if the main force
  field had to be turned off to conserve power. As the force fields had a usable life of three to four
  Standard years, the presence or absence of them might give Varian some idea of time elapsed.
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   However, as the bluff stood prominently above grasslands, with no convenient clumps of vegetation or
  trees in which to hide either herself or the precious sled, gaining access to the summit, or flying close
  enough to be identified provided her with an additional hazard. Weaponless, she didn’t fancy being on
  foot for long on the plains unless the heavyworlders had driven both predator and grazer away.
   If the mutineers were obviously in residence, she was loathe to announce their reemergence.
   As she neared the location, she switched on the telltagger which had become an irritant with its constant
  buzz and its distressing inability to purr the presence of tagged specimens.
   She saw the dusty cloud, subdued quickly the surge of remembered fear and reinforced the support of
  Discipline which would prevent the distraction of unnecessary emotional responses.
   She also saw, but dispassionately now, the bobbing black line at the base of the dust which meant
  stampeding animals. She pulled her sled upward, gaining altitude to see beyond the dust, and activated
  the forward-screen magnification. As they passed over the cloud, the telltagger spat furiously, vibrating in
  its brackets. Suddenly it’s activity ceased and Varian could see beyond the obscuring dust. The
  monumental hulk of the predator, fang-face, once termed Tyrannosaurus rex, thunder lizard. Thunderous
  it was, but not chasing the stupidly fleeing herbivores. Instead, a small insignificant creature was running
  before fang-face with a speed that startled Varian. She increased magnification, and, despite Discipline,
  gasped in astonishment.
   A man, a young man with a superb physique, his long, heavily thewed legs pumping in an incredible
  stride, was out distancing the awkward but tenacious fang-face. The man appeared to be heading toward
  one of the up thrust bluffs, but he had a long way to go to reach its safety. From the exertion evident in
  straining cords of his neck, the sweat pouring from his face, and the visible laboring of his chest and ribs,
  he did not have the distance in him.
   Varian took a second, longer look at fang-face, wondering why the creature had eschewed the more
  succulent herbivores for a mere mouthful of man—and saw why. A thick lance was lodged under the
  beast’s right eye. Just short of a fatal thrust, it wobbled up and down, providing the wounded pursuer
  with a smarting reminder of revenge. Occasionally, snarling in pain, it batted at the lance but railed to
  move it. Varian wondered what sort of point the hunter had used, and marveled at the strength which
  must have been at the back of a thrust that had placed the point so deeply in the beast’s eye socket.
   The runner had to be a descendant of the mutineers: he’d the build, if not the overdeveloped musculature
  of someone raised on a heavy gravity planet. He’d made a very clever throw. Varian might object, as a
  xenob, about causing injury to any creature, but clearly she had to rescue the young hunter. He was quite
  the most superb young man she had ever seen.
   Unfortunately she had no equipment on the sled to effect an air rescue. Not even a vine. She could hover
  just above the surface and coax him into the craft, but the speed of the thunder lizard was daunting. If he
  demurred ... Why should he? Surely his parents—grandparents? great-grandparents?—must have
  passed on some version of their origins. Airborne vehicles would not frighten him out of his wits. On the
  other hand, any man who would take on a fang-face single-handed, would not easily be frightened, even
  of something of which he had had no previous experience.
   She wheeled the sled to come up behind him, matching its speed to his phenomenal running stride.
   “Climb aboard. Quickly!” she shouted as she hit the canopy release.
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   His powerful stride faltered and he nearly fell. But, instead of altering his course to come alongside, he
  spurted off at a tangent.
   “Do you want to be eaten by that monster?” She didn’t know if he failed to understand her or thought
  her some new menace. Surely the language couldn’t have mutated in a few generations. Or was it more
  than a “few?” She tried again to bridge the distance and again he swerved.
   “Leave me!” he managed to shout, the effort to speak and keep up his pace visibly slowing him.
   Varian raised the sled above him and reduced speed, trying to understand his startling reluctance to be
  rescued.
   The runner appeared mature, surely in his third decade, though the exertion in his face might just make
  him appear older. He’ll never make it to the bloody bluff, Varian decided with the detachment of her
  Disciplined state. So, let him pursue his goal or, rather, be pursued to his own purpose. She could make
  a timely intervention if it was required.
   The fang-face had obviously never seen an air sled, or its brain could not register more than one
  nuisance at a time, for as Varian swung in its direction, it paid her no heed. Passing over it, Varian took
  note that the lance near its eye was not its only injury. Blood was pumping from several wounds in such
  quantities that Varian wondered how much more it could lose before collapsing. She circled just as the
  wounded animal staggered for the first time, roaring loudly. There was no doubt in her mind that the
  creature was weakening. She set the sled above and slightly behind fang-face, ready to intervene if the
  man had overestimated his ability to out last his victim.
   She had time to notice details of the runner on the screen. He wore little, mainly what appeared to be
  scraped hide covering his loins. Stout hide footwear was lashed tightly up to the knee of each leg. He
  wore a broad belt that Varian would swear had been part of a lift-belt unit once, from which several large
  knives and a pouch hung, flapping against the runner’s legs. A tube was secured across his back, but she
  couldn’t guess its function. In one hand he clutched a small crossbow, certainly a good weapon for
  piercing the hide and bone of most of the monsters that walked Ireta.
   Varian reminded herself that she was not there to cater to the foibles of a young man being chased by a
  well-provoked carnivore. It also struck her forcibly that if he was reduced to crossbow and lance, she
  might be wasting her time in trying to find the mutineers’ base. The microscope and other items which
  Lunzie needed had probably perished from neglect if this young man represented the present level of the
  survivors’ life-style.
   Three things happened at the same time: she decided to swoop down and pick him up willy-nilly; the
  thunder lizard let out a gasping roar and fell forward, plowing a furrow with its muzzle and chest, tried to
  rise and collapsed limply. The young man looked back over his shoulder and began to circle, still at
  considerable speed as he made sure the creature was lifeless.
   Maintaining Discipline for immediate use, Varian landed the sled at a discreet distance from the bulk of
  the dead predator. She was a sprinter and knew that she could reach her vehicle before the extraordinary
  young man could catch her.
   When she reached him, he was tugging at the deeply lodged spear. Inhaling deeply, Varian casually laid
  one hand beyond his on the shaft and exerted her disciplined resource. The spear came away so fast that
  the young man, unprepared for the quality of assistance, staggered backward, leaving Varian with the
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  spear. She examined its tip, Discipline overriding her natural repugnance for bloody objects. She wiped
  the point on the beast’s hide, dislodging some of the myriad parasites and examined the spear head. The
  metal had been tempered and fashioned with a ring of barbs, one reason the monster had been unable to
  dislodge it. Varian was amazed that she had. Of course, flesh and bone had come away, too. Already
  swarms of insects descended on the corpse.
   “Can you understand me if I speak slowly?” Varian asked, turning to confront the young giant. He was
  staring from her to the spear she had removed so effortlessly. He extended his hand to reclaim the spear.
  “I assume you do not understand me.”
   “Yes, I do. I’d like my spear back.” When she relinquished it, he examined the barbed tip carefully.
  Satisfied, he turned his attention to her. Varian found those proud clear eyes very disconcerting and she
  was glad of the shield of Discipline. “These take time to forge and you might have damaged the barbs.
  You don’t look as if you had that much strength in you.”
   Varian shrugged diffidently. So Bakkun and the others had progressed beyond tree limbs as weapons.
   “I’m not considered particularly strong,” she said, knowing that such a first impression might be valuable.
  “Are you one of the survivors of the ARCT-10’s exploratory group? Frankly, after a quick pass over this
  world, we didn’t expect to find anyone alive. Your appearance ... and competence ... are a surprise.”
   “So is yours!” There was a faint hint of wry amusement and a reticence in his voice. “I am called Aygar.”
   “And I, Rianav,” she said, quickly scrambling her name. “Why didn’t your group remain at the
  expedition’s site of record?”
   His look was definitely quizzical. “Why didn’t you home in on our beacon?”
   “Your beacon? Oh, you’ve erected one at the northeast camp?” Varian was both disappointed at this
  intelligence and surprised, though she kept her assumed role and pretended mild criticism.
   “Camp?” He was overtly derisive, but his manner turned wary. “You are from a spaceship?”
   “Of course. We picked up a distress call from the system’s satellite beacon. Naturally we are obliged to
  answer and investigate. Are you one of the ARCT-10’s original exploratory group?”
   “Hardly. They were abandoned without explanation and with insufficient supplies to defend themselves.”
  Indignation and rancor flickered in his eyes. His body tensed.
   So that was the story the mutineers had spread. At least it was partially based on fact.
   “You seem to have adapted to this planet with commendable success,” Varian remarked, wondering
  what else she could get him to reveal, and perhaps estimate how long they’d slept. Would he be the first
  generation?
   “You are too kind,” he replied.
   “My benevolence has a limit, young man. I am on my way to the secondary camp mentioned in the final
  report recorded on the beacon. Are any of the original expedition still living?”
   Varian was trying to guess whose son he might be. Or grandson, she added bleakly. She opted for
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  Bakkun and Berru, since they were the only heavyworlders with light eyes. Aygar’s were a clear, bright,
  shrewd green. His features were finer than could be expected from either Tardma or Divisti.
   “One has survived,” he said in an insolent drawl.
   “One of the children from the original landing party?” Could she goad him into revealing more about the
  mutineers’ interpretation of abandonment.
   “Children?” Aygar was surprised. “There were no children on the original expedition!”
   “According to the beacon,” she replied, sowing what she hoped would be fertile seeds of doubt, “three
  children were included; Bonnard was the boy, and the two girls are named as Terilla and Cleiti, all in their
  second decade.”
   “There were no children. Only six adults. Abandoned by the ARCT-10.” He spoke with the ring of truth
  in his voice, a truth which she knew to be false no matter how keenly he believed it.
   “Discrepancies are not generally committed to satellite beacons. The message clearly read nineteen in the
  landing party, not six,” she said, permitting both irritation and surprise to tinge her voice. “What’re your
  leaders’ names?”
   “Now? Or then?” He covered his chagrin with anger.
   “Either.”
   “Paskutti and Bakkun who was my grandsire.”
   “Paskutti? Bakkun? Those are not the leaders of record. This is all very strange. You mentioned one
  survivor of the original group?”
   “Tanegli, but he is failing,” and that frailty was anathema to Aygar’s youthful strength, “so his passing will
  occur in the near future.”
   “Tanegli? What of Kai, Varian? The physician, Lunzie, the chemist Trizein.”
   Aygar’s face was closed. “I’ve never heard those names. Six survived the stampede which overran the
  original camp?”
   “Stampede?”
   Aygar gestured irritably toward the far distant herbivores. “They panic easily, and panicked on the day
  my grandsire and the other five nearly died.” He grounded his spear and straightened in pride. “Had they
  not had the strength of three men, they would not have out run the herd that day!”
   “Stampede?” Varian looked at the peaceful grazers as if assessing their potential. “Yes, well, I can
  imagine that a mass of them in hysterical flight might short even a large force field. And that certainly
  explains why only stubs of the plastic supports remain at the original site. Where are you now located? At
  the secondary camp?”
   “No,” he said and took the largest of his two knives with which he proceeded to hack at the softer belly
  hide of the dead beast. He had to use both hands and great effort to penetrate the thick tissue. “Once the
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  power for the force field was exhausted,” he continued, spacing his words between grunts as he made
  incisions, “the night creatures attacked. We live in caves, near the iron workings. We live on the flesh of
  animals that we trap or kill in chase,” he went on with cold vehemence. “We live and we die. This is our
  world now. You arrive too late to be any use to us. Go!”
   “Keep a polite tongue in your head, young man, when speaking to me,” Varian said in a colder voice,
  summoning Discipline to every fiber of her body.
   He rose, tossing down the bloody hunk of meat he had just carved. His eyes narrowed at the tone she
  had used, but she preferred to precipitate an incident while she was at full Discipline, and when he had
  just concluded a wearying run.
   “We no longer recognize the authority of those who abandoned us to this savage world.”
   “This world, Ireta, belongs to the Federated sentient Planets, young man, and you cannot—”
   He made his move, goaded, as she had hoped, by her insufferable attitude. As she had expected, he
  came for her in a frontal attack, secure in his advantage of height and strength; swinging one arm wide,
  hand open, aimed to connect with the side of her head and knock her senseless. Had she not had the
  training of Discipline, she would probably have been crushed against fang-face, possibly skewered on a
  finely sharp claw. As it was, she caught his hand, used his forward momentum against him and threw him
  heavily to the ground.
   Skilled in rough-and-tumble fighting he was up in a moment, but it was clear that his confidence as well
  as his body had been badly shaken by that fall. She didn’t want to humiliate him for he was an intelligent,
  extremely attractive man who believed what he said about abandonment. But, unless she could prove
  herself superior to him, she would jeopardize the scheme she had in mind. And she must remember that
  her effectiveness now would protect Kai, Lunzie, and the sleepers in the space shuttle.
   She ignored his feint to the right but she was surprised as he launched himself into the air in an attempt to
  tackle her about the legs. Her reflexes were far quicker than his. She was above him as he dove and
  came down on his back, digging her fingers to the necessary nerve point through almost impenetrably
  hard muscles while she locked her other arm under his chin, forcing his head back. He tried to roll with
  her but she caught her legs under his, forcing them with Discipline strength so far apart that a gasp of pain
  was wrung from him. She heard his ill-used garment split.
   “In most cultures which settle differences by physical combat,” she said in an even voice that did not
  indicate the strain under which she labored, “two falls out of three—and I assure you there would be a
  third for you—generally result in victory for the quicker opponent. I use the term “quicker” because that
  is basically one of the advantages I have over you: my training in hand-to-hand combat was conducted
  by masters of the martial arts. I will of course never mention this incident to anyone. I also can not allow
  you to persist in your aggression toward me or any other member of my mission, which has been sent to
  discover the whereabouts of the previous expedition and (and/or its ...) or its survivors. I can assure you
  that the policy of the FSP and EEC allows generous terms to people in your position. Will you accept
  release in good faith, or will I be forced to turn your head just that fraction more which will crack the first
  and second vertebrae?”
   She felt him swallow in an agony not purely physical.
   “Do you accept?”
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   “You win!” The reluctant admission came through gritted teeth.
   “I don’t win anything.” She made due note of his phraseology—“you win not I accept,” and respected
  him. Slowly she released her grip on his legs, before loosening the neck lock and the nerve pinch. A tiny,
  additional squeeze on the nerve as she released her fingers insured her time to rise and move a suitable
  distance from him in case combat honor was no longer a principle in his adaptation.
   He rose slowly, swallowing against a dry and strained throat. He made no move to massage the nerve
  pinch although his arm hung limply and ought to be painful. He also ignored his damaged clothing. She
  kept her eyes on his face, now some what obscured by the swarms of blooding insects whizzing about
  them and the carcass. He drew in deep breaths, his face expressionless, and she could easily understand
  her perturbation. The man was muscled, not as a heavyworlder against the constant pull of gravity, but
  there couldn’t be a milligram of unnecessary flesh on him: he was truly one of the most beautiful men in
  form and face that she had ever seen. She regretted having had to best him with the unfair advantage of
  her Discipline. Raised by heavyworlder notions, there would be no forgiveness in him, for her. Nor could
  she ever explain why she had been able to throw him.
   “Your physical strength was unexpected, Rianav.”
   “I have often found it so, Aygar, although I dislike having to resort to such exhibitions. I am a reasonable
  person, for reason tends to secure a more lasting outcome than a show of physical force.”
   “Reason? And honor?” He gave a dry sour laugh. “To have abandoned a small geological group on a
  savage world.”
   Varian opened her hands in a gesture of regret. “It is a risk of the Service which we all—”
   “I did not. I had no option.”
   “In justice, you have the right to be bitter. You are the innocent victim of circumstances beyond ordinary
  control. The ARCT-10, the vessel which landed the Iretan expedition, is still missing.”
   “Missing? For forty-three years?” His contempt was obvious. “Were you looking for it when you found
  this beacon of yours?”
   “Not exactly but our code requires that we responded to your distress call.”
   “Not mine. My grandparents—”
   “The call was heard and our ship has responded, who ever made the original signal.”
   “I’m supposed to be grateful for that?” He resumed his slicing of meat from the ribs of the monster,
  discarding the initial hunk, which was already crawling with winged vermin. Despite Discipline, Varian
  found herself revolted by his activity. “Forty-three years to answer a distress call? Mighty efficient
  organization, yours. Well, we’ve survived and we’ll continue to. We don’t need your help—now.”
   “Possibly. How many are you after two generations?” With such a small gene pool, she wondered if they
  were already inbred.
   He laughed, as if he sensed her thought. “We have bred carefully, Rianav, and have made the most of
  our—how would you term it, inadvertent plantation?”
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   “Ireta is not on the colonial list. We checked that immediately for we are under no compunction to aid a
  colony which can’t fend for itself.” Her Discipline must be dropping, Varian thought, from the sharpness
  with which she answered him. Gaber’s rumor mongering had lasted into the second generation.
   “To be sure,” he said, angry sarcasm masking as courtesy. “So, what are your plans now, honorable
  Rianav!”
   She gave him a long look, playing her role as rescuer to the hilt. “Instructions, rather. I shall return to our
  base with my reports on your presence.”
   “No need to concern yourself with me.”
   “How can you possibly transport all that ...”
   “We’ve learned a trick or two,” and Varian was certain that his smile was faintly superior.
   “May I have the coordinates of your present location?”
   His grin was more amused than insolent but the mockery was in his reply.
   “Run at a good steady pace to your right, through the first hills, turn right up the ravine, but mind the river
  snakes. Continue along the river course to the first falls, take the easiest route up the cliff—it’s pretty well
  marked by now, and follow the line of limestone—you do know limestone from granite, I assume? The
  valley widens. You’ll know when you’ve reached us by the cultivated fields.” There was pure malice in
  his grin now. “Yes, we find that vegetables, fruits, and grains are required to maintain a balanced diet,
  even if we can’t process our food.” He had been gouging past the ribs of the dead beast and now
  suddenly, his arms dripping with blood, he held up a huge dark brownish red lump. “And this, the liver of
  the thunder lizard, is the most nutritious meat available.”
   “Do you mean to tell me that you slaughtered that creature just for its liver?” Her xenob training broke
  through her elected role.
   “We do not kill indiscriminately, Rianav: we kill to survive.” Coldly he turned back to his task, leaning
  partly inside the ribs to reach more of the choice liver.
   “The distinction is, of course, valid. However, we have no knowledge of the dangers of walking about
  this land of yours. Is the secondary camp of record far from your present location?”
   “No.” He had removed the curious tube from his back. From the tube he pulled a tight roll of what
  appeared to Varian to be synthesized fabric, light, waterproof, and durable enough to have lasted
  forty-three years. He spread the fabric with a practiced flip on the ground, piling the choice chunks of
  meat and covering them quickly, folding over the edges of the fabric to prevent insects from attaching
  themselves to the meat. “I’ll meet you there in three days time.”
   “Will it take that long to return to your base?” Varian could not keep the astonishment from her voice.
   “Not at all,” he said, severing more choice morsels. As he added these to the pack and covered them,
  he glanced skyward. Varian followed his gaze and saw that the carrion fliers were massing in their circles.
  She also noticed the three giffs to one side of the others and wondered if Aygar did. “We have to be
  quick after a kill. Or be mistaken for the corpse by those. No, I shall be in my home before nightfall but
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  my fellow exiles must be told of this happy re-establishment of contact with other worlds.”
   He had what Varian judged to be fifty or sixty kilos of meat. Lashing the tube to the base of the meat, he
  deftly added straps, padded where they would cross his shoulders, and made a portable package. One
  eye on the scavengers, he now rinsed his arms from a water bottle, then covered them with mud,
  scooped at a distance from the slaughtering ground. Then he swung the pack to his back, settling the
  pads properly. He stared at her so intently that a faint stirring of alarm prompted her next action.
   From a pouch on her upper arm, she took out the dark plastic box in which she once carried stimtabs.
  He could see that she had something in her hand but not what. She pretended to depress a switch with
  her thumb, holding her hand close to her mouth.
   “Unit Three to Base. Unit Three to Base.” She made a disapproving noise. “Recorder’s on. They’ve all
  left the encampment!” She gave Aygar an angry glance. “Base, I have made contact with survivors,
  coordinates 87.58 by 72.33. Returning to Base. Over.” She operated a thumb switch again and then
  replaced the box in her pocket. “Leaving for base at once. They’ll hear about this. In three days then,
  Aygar, and good luck!” She swung away from him walking rapidly toward the sled.
   From the corner of her eye, she saw him set off at a steady jog and sighed in relief. For a moment, it
  seemed to her as if he might do something. A glance at the sky showed her that Aygar’s departure might
  have been a signal and she a negligible danger, for the scavengers were backwinging to land. Out of the
  grasses other creatures slunk toward the feast. She was relieved to be so close to the sled but only felt
  completely safe when she had fastened the canopy overhead.
   She guided into the clouds to head southwest. She caught sight of him again and marveled that he could
  run so easily, burdened as he was and after the exhausting chase. There might be something to say for
  implantation after all if the process resulted in such superbly fit people.
   She wished she had a working wrist unit to tell Lunzie about the survival of the mutineers as well as the
  slanted account passed down to their descendants. She wished she could have figured out a way to ask
  Aygar if his people had encountered the creature that had attacked Kai, and if they knew what could be
  used to cure him. On the other hand, she now knew that the second camp had been abandoned. She
  debated the wisdom of continuing to it since it would be unlikely she’d find anything of value to her.
  Certainly none of the equipment Lunzie needed. Of course, if Kai were not considerably improved, and
  Varian refused to consider the worst, she had a good reason for approaching Aygar again today. Surely
  his people must have encountered the leech-creatures and might even have developed an antidote for the
  toxemia. She could say that another member of her landing party had been attacked—which was true
  enough anyhow. She grimaced at the comunit on her console and suddenly realized that the device was
  operative, even if there was no where to communicate to. But, Varian told herself cheerfully, there were
  four other sleds with equally undamaged comunits. They could wake Portegin, have him utilize what
  matrix slabs were necessary from one or two of the sleds and repair the shuttle’s smashed unit, at least
  for intership communications. That would give them two, maybe three sleds available for use. It might not
  be enough to reach a passing EEC ship outside the stellar system but certainly they’d be able to reach the
  Thek again. Or the Ryxi.
   Varian grimaced at the thought of having to appeal for help to the Ryxi: how they would flaunt that news
  about! More vital, she didn’t want the Ryxi to know more about the giffs than they already did.
   Kai had to recover. After the mutiny of the six heavyworlders, their situation had been difficult at best,
  desperate at the worst. They had emerged from cold sleep in a very much improved position, despite
  Kai’s injury. The mutineers had had their own problems on Ireta and Varian felt that her initial contact
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  with the younger generation had established a position of undeniable superiority. Or had she? Something
  about Aygar’s manner toward the end of their encounter bothered her. That’s why she had instinctively
  invented a “contact” with a “base.”
   She could feel the laxness of her muscles as Discipline eased. She ate the rest of the fruit, inadequate
  though it was to replenish her energies. Why hadn’t she thought to take a pepper with her, she wondered
  peevishly. Probably, she amended her own forgetfulness, because the last peppers had been used to
  overcome delayed shock after escaping the stampede of the herbivores.
   She smiled as she recalled Aygar’s legend of that incident. Did he know how silly it was for six people to
  be deliberately abandoned to form a colony? He didn’t know the first thing about genetics. Well, yes, he
  must if he’d mentioned breeding.
   It was fatigue more than curiosity that made Varian decide to continue on to the old camp. She’d be safe
  there and able to snatch an hour’s sleep before the return journey. She was so nearly there anyhow, she
  might just as well have a look.
   CHAPTER FOUR
   The rain, combined with a dismal heat mist, made the site more desolate than she remembered it. She’d
  spotted a stand of fruit trees on the final leg of her journey and, hovering the sled, had picked the upper
  branches free of succulent ripe yellow globes. Consequently she felt less weary when she glided the sled
  to land on the square of the old secondary camp. And it did look ancient.
   The original dome, which would have been comfortable for two people, was missing but the space it had
  occupied was an ovoid barren of all growth in the center of an octagon of long stone buildings. Tiny
  plants now grew in cavities where wind blown dirt had accumulated. The buildings had been so well built
  that Varian wondered why the mutineers had moved. Of course, just then the rain kept the insects away,
  but there would be a superb panorama of the surrounding plains, not that she supposed the
  heavyworlders had indulged themselves that way. Most of the visible buttes supported crowns of trees,
  heavily vined, but the area adjacent to the octagon had been cleared several meters on all sides and
  covered with a concrete which, to be sure, was now cracking as the more tenacious vines reclaimed their
  customary dominion.
   Beyond that apron was lush growth, but the buildings—she couldn’t call them homes or houses because
  of their forbidding aspect—claimed her attention first.
   As Varian approached the nearest, she saw that the windows had been glazed yet when she rubbed
  away grime, she could barely see through the dense and irregular glass. When her eyes had compensated
  for the gloom, she could see the interior had been stripped of everything but the stone shelving set into the
  corners of each room. The only door was made of stout wooden panels, coated with some glossy
  substance which obviously protected the wood against the depredations of Ireta’s insect life. Set above
  the handle of the locked door were four metal tumblers, coded to some pattern, for the handle would not
  move at her touch although the tumblers rolled easily under her thumb. A cursory examination of the
  other seven buildings told her they were identical; four rooms, two on either side of an entry hall. The
  windows were too narrow for any but a young child to climb in or out of. With such stoutly built
  dwellings, why had they moved? There was plenty of room for expansion on the bluff top.
   She went beyond the octagon and saw out buildings, two with chimneys well blackened even after
  decades of scouring rain. One proved to be a forge and marks on the concrete behind it indicated the
  complete removal of another installation, as well as the squat thick form of a kiln. What power would
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  they have used for the forge? Water? Up here? No, but there was no shortage of wind! She had become
  so accustomed to the buffeting of the almost incessant breezes that blew from moderate to gale force
  through the course of every Iretan day, that she’d almost missed the most obvious and easiest power
  source.
   Paskutti had not been idly bragging when he’d said that he and his band could survive nicely on Ireta. If
  Aygar was to be believed, and the barbed steel tip of his lance gave fair evidence of metal craftsmanship,
  they didn’t need the Federated Sentient Planets. Maybe not the FSP, thought Varian, kicking at the mud,
  but they’d need a larger gene pool or their community risked dangerous inbreeding that could wipe out all
  they had achieved.
   She should reserve her sympathy for her own problem—Kai’s restoration—and she wasn’t getting any
  help on the bleak butte. But she couldn’t resist the urge to peer into the buildings set apart from the living
  quarters. They might provide her with a measure of information on the quality of life the mutineers had
  established for themselves. With metal-working, glass manufacture, windpower, pottery, they’d achieved
  a commendable basic standard. One long building, down slope and nearer the luxuriant growth, attracted
  her interest since it was so obviously set apart from the industrial sites. The door faced the brush and
  Varian paused, puzzled. Despite the wild profusion of lush vegetation, something about the area struck
  her as odd. Then she realized that the fruiting trees were placed at regular intervals, and each row was
  comprised of different types. Moving closer, she saw metal stakes holding up another form of vine from
  which thick pods hung: a series of thorny bushes bore huge red berries, then another stand of trees and
  beyond the trees, against a low retaining wall were smaller plants, weed vines choking them and, on the
  wall, tucked into niches as if by design, a curious feathery purple moss.
   Purple was not her favorite shade after the mold, Varian realized, even as she had to admit that she was
  looking at an overgrown garden. She turned then to the long hut and observed what she had failed to
  notice at first—it had no windows. A storehouse for the garden’s produce? Yes, for now that she was
  closer, she could see the carved panels in the door.
   Vines, trees, and plants were each so carefully delineated on that door that even someone with little
  botanical knowledge would be able to identify the specimens once the carvings had been memorized.
  What had Aygar said? They had learned a long time ago to balance their diet. Varian recognized the
  carotene-rich grass from the Rift valley which the giffs as well as Tyrannosaurus rex had needed. Turning
  constantly to check against the door’s carvings, Varian found each of the plants growing in rows in the
  neglected garden. Divisti, the expedition’s botanist, must have been responsible for that catalog of Ireta’s
  edible flora.
   Varian pushed her way through the overgrowth, gathering fruits which she recognized, until she reached
  the vine with pods. One split with ripe readiness as she touched it, exposing large pale green beans. The
  bean had a wholesome smell. She bit, taking the smallest possible morsel to roll about in her mouth,
  tensing to spit out an unwelcome flavor. But the taste was mealy, the flesh of the bean crisp, but so
  satisfying that she consumed the contents of the entire pod greedily. She ate as she gathered the beans, as
  much as her arms could hold. Then she strode back to the sled, depositing her harvest. She had wheeled
  back toward the garden when she exclaimed in exasperation. Climbing into the sled, she guided it to the
  garden.
   As she picked and plucked, she was careful to take samples from each row of Divisti’s garden, including
  the caves or tufts of the various wall plants. She wondered if Divisti had ever thought her garden would
  one day succor those the Heavyworld botanist had once tried to kill. At the foot of the garden, held back
  by thick staves, Varian came at last to a fine stand of the thick-fuzzy leaves that the giffs had brought her
  for Kai’s wounds.
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   “So, the bloodsucker got to you, too, huh?” Varian was subtly pleased that one denizen of this planet
  caused the heavyworlders more pain than pleasure.
   When the sled was as full as possible, she checked once more that she had a sample of each variety
  carved on the door of the storage barn. Elated by the unexpected dividend, she set a straight course for
  the giff palisades, cutting due south and speeded on her way by a smart tail wind.
   She was astonished, then, no more than five minutes in the air, to see the recognizable figure of Aygar
  trotting along a twisting ravine.
   Two thoughts occurred to her at once and she diverted the sled to come up behind him.
   “Aygar, I must speak with you,” she said, and sighting a ledge beyond him, settled the airsled, waiting
  until he came up to her before she slid down to his level. “I’ve been trying to find you. Base reported to
  me. One of our party has been attacked by some—some—thing ...”
   “Which sucks blood?” he asked quickly.
   “You know it?”
   “We call them fringes.”
   “Fringes?” Varian masked her shock with an understandable curiosity. Surely those aquatic life-forms
  that Terilla had named “fringes” had not been amphibious. She shuddered with revulsion.
   “They come in a variety of sizes,” Aygar went on, “are warmth seekers and fasten onto their prey,
  preferably lying on it, otherwise enveloping it between their two halves—”
   “Their what?”
   “I don’t know what your training is, Rianav, but surely you have seen strange life-forms before Ireta.”
  Aygar knelt, taking one of his knives to draw a fringe in the dust. “They move by collapsing the
  parallelograms of the side: they have two digits here and here, and can use them to clasp their envelope
  tightly about the victim, if it is alive. If not, they settle on it, and eat away!” He shrugged with indifference.
  “One can usually smell them coming but, of course, you haven’t been here long enough to know, have
  you?”
   “Two days,” Varian found herself answering far more casually than she felt because, again, that curious
  reticence held her: a reticence evidently not stemming from Discipline. “But, if you know about these
  fringe things, you know how to treat them?”
   “The victim’s still alive?” This gave Aygar some surprise.
   “Yes, but unconscious and delirious, bleeding profusely from the worst of the ... puncture wounds.”
   “I thought exploratory teams were equipped with belts to protect them from—”
   “I don’t know whether his belt was activated or not,” said Varian severely in a tone that implied she
  intended to find out if any basic precaution had been neglected.
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   “If he doesn’t die in the first few hours, then the punctures reached no vital areas and he’ll survive. If
  you’re near the original campsite, find a squat thick-trunked plant with leaves like this: they appear
  covered with a soft down or fuzz.” He neatly sketched the leaf with which the giff had supplied them.
  “Gather the thickest ones, squeeze them directly over the punctures and keep repeating the treatment
  until the wounds seal.”
   “I’m told he’s running a very high fever ...”
   “Use an antipyretic, of course. When that didn’t reduce the fever, one of the original members of our
  group used a parasitic purple moss which usually grows on the north side of the green plum or yellow
  juice melon trees. There ought to be some nearby. Boil the moss, let it steep, and get it down the man’s
  throat. Tastes vile but it will reduce fever.”
   Aygar rose, shifted the burden of meat on his shoulders and started off.
   “End of interview,” Varian murmured to herself. She was too relieved by the information he’d given her
  to take offense at his curt departure or his lack of real surprise at seeing her again so soon the same day.
   She scrambled up the side of the ravine and back into the safety of the sled as fast as if a fringe had been
  homing in on her blood warmth.
   Terilla’s fringes! The same aquatic life-form that the giffs took care to avoid when caught in their grass
  nets. And if the creature was basically amphibious, no wonder it had lasted a long time after the other
  water-breathers had died. But that had been a small creature, like an almost transparent kerchief. Yet
  Varian recalled all too vividly the voracity with which the sea fringes had flung themselves after the
  reflection of the sled on the water. She stared at her hand a moment as if she could imagine what that
  same fringe could do, folding itself into a sucking envelope ...
   She shook her head: she was suffering the depression and enervation of the post-Discipline state. She
  reached for more of the pods and munched slowly at the beans: they were even more satisfying than the
  sweet fruit.
   Purple moss, huh? That same purple moss that had grown in Divisti’s wall, no doubt. She wondered if
  she’d taken enough, but at least she knew what to harvest.
   The trip was exceptionally profitable though one discovery displeased her a great deal: forty-three years
  was a long time for ARCT-10 to have remained missing. And not long enough for a small sea creature to
  develop into something large enough to attack a man. To be sure, the larger species might have existed
  on Ireta when the expedition had first landed; they’d barely explored the continental basement shield area
  before the mutiny.
   Varian shuddered again, reminding herself that one reason for her revulsion of the fringes must in part
  stem from her experience with the blood-sucking Galormis—by day so friendly, by night deadly.
   The rain cleared and the omnipresent mists dispersed as the setting sun took a final look at the world it
  had spawned. The giffs were behind and above her, their golden selves glorious against the muted haze of
  the western twilight. She hadn’t noticed them when she was on the compound bluff, nor when she had
  intercepted Aygar. Nonetheless she felt they’d made the entire journey discreetly within sight of her.
   Krims! but she was tired. Now, if she could keep her wits about her, and the light held long enough to
  land inside the cave ... Other giffs whirled up from their vantage points to escort her the last few
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  kilometers and she was touched by the courtesy, if that’s what it was. Had the giffs, as well as Lunzie,
  worried over her long day’s absence?
   She made a good landing, considering she was aiming her sled into a dark hole, faintly illuminated on the
  left by a small campfire. She let the sled down at the far right, bumping just once as she misjudged the
  uneven stone floor.
   “Is Kai improving?” she called as she flipped open the canopy.
   “Yes, but we’ve run out of leaves again,” Lunzie said, rising from her position beside Kai’s bundled
  form.
   “I’ve more and food besides. And a helluva lot to tell you.”
   “Any equipment?”
   “No, but I have a specific remedy for that fever,” Varian took the purple moss from the piles of food in
  the sled, offering it to the medic who accepted it skeptically.
   “This?” Lunzie smelled it. “Why?”
   “Highly recommended by a local resident.” Varian grinned wearily at Lunzie’s reaction. “Yes, I ran one
  down. Oh, it’s all right. I made out that I was one of a relief team. He’s Bakkun’s grandson.” She offered
  the information with a huge grin, as if it were the best joke in the galaxy.
   Lunzie fingered the moss for a few more seconds before she searched Varian’s face. “Grandson!”
   “Yes, we cold-slept forty-three years.”
   “Well, it’s not much longer than I’d estimated,” Lunzie said, and Varian was deflated by the medic’s
  calm acceptance. “What else have you here?” Lunzie peered at the dark mounds in the sled.
   “Everything’s edible, and this sort of pod bean tastes better than the fruit. Just how is Kai?” she asked,
  struggling out of the sled and trying not to stagger too much as she crossed to Kai’s supine body. “Has
  he recovered consciousness yet?” She all but collapsed beside him.
   “No, but the fever is down a little. Hold still a moment,” Lunzie said. Before Varian realized what the
  medic was doing, she’d the spray icily stinging her arm.
   “You shouldn’t waste it. I’ve so much ...”
   “It’s no waste,” Lunzie was saying, her voice getting farther away as consciousness left Varian. “You
  can’t see yourself but you’re drained white. Did you use Discipline all day long?”
   CHAPTER FIVE
   Varian came awake by degrees: the first one being her awareness of voices in low earnest conversation,
  either too far from her for the individual words to be audible or too soft to keep from rousing her. She
  thought to get up, but it proved difficult to assemble the energy. Could she have been in cold sleep again?
  No! She was resting, rather comfortably, on a bed of springy boughs, not the flat plasfloor of the space
  shuttle or the dust of the cave. She felt an occasional breeze waft across her face and exposed hands.
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   She didn’t feel so much tired as disinterested. Yet, in the back of her mind, a spark started with the
  observation: she had so much to tell Lunzie. Sneaky of her to knock Varian out like that.
   She continued to listen and realized that two men were speaking. Then Kai was better! It was good to
  hear him. But he wouldn’t be well enough in three days’ time to join her against Aygar. They’d better
  wake Portegin and get the technician functioning. No way was she meeting Aygar, and whoever
  accompanied him, in three days time without strong support. And if she was this tired after a day’s use of
  Discipline, would she recover sufficiently in three to draw on that inner reserve again?
   What was it about Aygar’s manner that bothered her? The expression in his eyes had been wary,
  speculative, evaluating, not at all the reaction she might have expected from a man making first contact
  with off-world visitors! That was it! He had been expecting someone. Not her. And not someone who
  could best him in personal combat.
   Varian became conscious of a rich, nutty smell. Her stomach began to rumble and her mouth to salivate.
  She stirred restlessly, keenly aware that she was very hungry.
   “I told you that the stew would get to her,” Lunzie said suddenly.
   Varian opened her eyes.
   Lunzie, Triv, and Kai made a semicircle on one side of the crude hearth, complete now with a spit and
  crane from which a pail hung.
   Varian propped herself up on one elbow. “Whatever it is, I’m starving.”
   “Lunzie mixed a bit of everything you brought in and it turned out very tasty indeed,” Triv said, filling a
  smoke hardened fruit shell with the mixture. He presented this to Varian and, with a flourish, added a
  rudely carved wooden spoon.
   “The amenities of home have improved.” Varian made an appreciative chuckle. “How’s Kai?” she
  asked in a quieter tone. Although Kai was propped up, he was far too passive for her liking.
   “We started to revive Portegin,” Triv said, squatting beside Varian so his body shielded her from those
  at the fire. “Kai’s still feverish. Says some kind of giant fringe attacked him. He’s not recovering as well
  as Lunzie would like,” he said in a quick whisper, then raised his voice to a normal level. “Kai thinks that
  once we have the matrix slabs from the other sleds, we can rig communications, probably patch most of
  what Paskutti smashed.”
   “I was hoping that we could, Triv.” Varian tasted the stew then began to devour it as fast as she could.
  “This is delicious!” It was natural then for her to get up and join the two at the fire, and natural for her to
  pause by Kai before refilling her bowl. His color and the lassitude were alarming, and the smile he gave
  her was strained. “You look much better than when I last saw you.”
   Kai gave a derisive snort. “I can’t have looked much worse than I feel now.”
   “Why?” Varian went for a light touch. “Didn’t you like the purple moss Divisti grew just to cure your
  fever?”
   Kai grimaced in such disgust that the others laughed.
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   “It makes a very effective antipyretic.” Lunzie broke off with a wry grin. “I wonder what Divisti’s
  reaction would be if she knew how much it was going to help us.” Then she turned to Varian, with no
  humor in her gaze. “You did say, last night, that we’d cold-slept forty-three years?”
   “I’d have told the rest of my news if I hadn’t been so rudely interrupted,” she said with a sour glance at
  Lunzie who only grinned back.
   “You did fall asleep at a crucial point,” the medic said. “Are any of the mutineers still alive?”
   “Only one. Tanegli.”
   “You met him?” Kai asked.
   “No. I met a sturdy young man named Aygar. An accomplished young fellow who was busy killing a
  fang-face with a barbed metal spear.”
   Kai made an expression of utter disgust. “Accomplished?”
   “His strategy was good,” said Varian, seeing no point in going into needlessly distressing detail.
   “Do you know if they’re in the secondary camp?”
   “They abandoned that for a more suitable site.”
   “Where was Divisti’s garden then?” Kai’s tone was querulous.
   “I’ll start from the beginning—”
   “When you’ve finished that second bowl,” Lunzie said firmly.
   Varian ate with indecorous haste and pleasure, glad of the opportunity to organize her thoughts. Feeling
  revitalized as she scraped up the last of the tasty stew, she began her account of the previous day’s
  incidents with the unexpected escort of the giffs.
   The listeners, and gradually Portegin became aware enough to listen, too, did not interrupt with
  questions, letting her narrative flow. Lunzie’s eyes had a malicious sparkle as Varian gave a very brief
  account of overpowering the young Aygar, adding that he’d just finished a rather exhausting race to out
  distance an enraged fang-face. Varian noticed that Kai frowned over that show of strength. Well,
  perhaps she should have restrained her actions there but she sincerely doubted she’d ever catch Aygar
  unawares again, or best him. All four listeners, commended her for posing as a representative of a new
  expedition in search of the first. The only hazard to that blatant lie would be a confrontation with Tangelli.
   “But he’s reported to be frail and not expected to live much longer,” Varian said.
   “Let us devoutly hope he is not included in the party you meet then.” Lunzie brought her brows together.
  “What I do not understand is why he, one of the oldest of the heavyworlders, has survived when the
  younger ones, like Bakkun and Berru, are dead.”
   “How long would their heavy-gravity advantage last on a light world?” Triv asked.
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   “Unless they found some way to simulate heavy-gravity conditions and exercise under them—”
   “Well, they would have had to man handle all the stone they build with up to the bluff,” Varian said, “and
  there were eight large buildings plus six or seven smaller ones, with slate for roofs.”
   “That would have helped,” but Lunzie’s tone was hesitant with doubt.
   “If they all indulged in ‘chase-the-fang-face-till-it-bled-to-death’,” Varian said with considerable
  acrimony in her voice, “they didn’t dare get fat.”
   “Obviously, their descendants have no such problem, and inherited physiques capable of considerable
  muscular development,” Lunzie continued. “Since this Aygar depended on physical endurance to out run
  an enraged predator while it was bleeding to death, and then tried to take you on, Varian, the strength
  factor is still on their side. I think we’d better attend that meeting in force and in Discipline.
   “Right, Kai?”
   “I’ll be with you, Varian!”
   Even as Varian nodded agreement, her eyes flicked to Lunzie’s and registered the denial the medic
  would not voice.
   “We must have communications, though.” Varian glanced toward Portegin, who was looking more alert
  now.
   “I’m sure I can rig something, especially if the sled units are operative. With that many matrices available,
  I might even fix what Paskutti smashed in the shuttle—at least for planetary use.”
   “I wish we had some kind of long-distance defensive tool,” Varian said, scratching her ear. “There was
  something in Aygar’s manner that worries me, but I can’t figure what!”
   “What sort of weapons did he carry?” asked Portegin.
   Varian described the crossbow and Portegin laughed. “We can do better than that if Lunzie has any
  anesthetic left?”
   “As a matter of fact, I do,” Lunzie said, a trifle surprised. “Not much,” she cautioned, holding up her
  hand, “but enough to provide for a few medicated bolts.”
   “Good, then all I need is some hardwood and I can contrive a dart gun that would immobilize your
  crossbow user before he could cock it.”
   “So long as we get to shoot first,” Varian said.
   “You’d better!” Lunzie’s expression was as uncompromising as her tone.
   “I don’t want to shoot anyone,” Varian said. “Cold sleep didn’t change my moral values.”
   “No, just drastically changed our circumstances. We’re five ...” and Lunzie’s finger did an arc including
  them all, “against I haven’t figured out how many progeny in two generations from six parents. We had
  few advantages over the heavyworlders to begin with, and have fewer now that they’re completely
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  ensconced in terrain we haven’t seen. They’re very well adapted to the environment.” She nodded at
  Kai. “You gained an advantage yesterday, Varian. We’ve got to maintain it, such as it is, no matter what
  we have to do to keep it. We can’t keep in constant Discipline. Above all, we have to protect the
  sleepers!” Her arm swung back toward the shuttle.
   “I’m consoled by the fact that the giffs take that on themselves,” Kai said.
   “A point, but only when none of us can assume that responsibility.” Lunzie turned back to Varian.
  “Aygar gave you no indication how many people are in the new settlement, or why they left the old?”
   “He was as wary of me as I was of him ... once we agreed not to fight anymore. But there were eight
  buildings in the camp they had abandoned, and the dome had evidently gone with them, for there was a
  circle where it had stood in the center of the octagon the other buildings formed. Each house had four
  rooms. And except for built-in stone shelving, they were empty.”
   “Four times eight gives 32 which tells us nothing, really, said Lunzie. Tardma might have been able to
  produce two, maybe three children; she was the oldest. Berru and Divisti could have born a child a year
  easily for twenty or so, if they were forced to. I hazard they alternated paternity and kept track of whose
  was whose, to have as wide a gene pool as possible—”
   “They’d still be in trouble by the third or fourth generation when recessive—”
   “As I recall their medical records,” Lunzie gently interrupted Kai, “Bakkun, Berru, and Divisti came from
  different genetic stock than the other three, who were from Modrem in the Cluster. There’s also a freak
  genetic twist that prevents recessives from surviving on Heavyworld planets. The babies are either
  shipped off world or ...” Lunzie sighed, continuing briskly. “So that six are, were, the finest physical
  specimens, with nary a blurred chromosome for three or four generations back of adjustment to
  heavy-gravity worlds. Prime breeders.”
   “Aygar resembles Berru,” Varian said for no reason at all except the long thoughtful pause had to be
  broken.
   “Then I’d be more careful than ever with that young man. Neither Berru or Bakkun was short on
  brains.”
   “Which is why I never figured they’d join Paskutti,” Triv remarked.
   “How could they have fallen for Gaber’s rumor that we were planted.”
   “But we have been,” Varian said, unable to contain laughter that bubbled up in spite of her realization of
  the incredible odds against them. “At least until ARCT-10 remembers they left us here. Kai, did Tor say
  anything to you on your way to the compound?”
   “I was far too busy hanging on to talk. And when we got to the compound, Tor began to search for the
  core so I went looking for the sleds. I’d just found them when I heard Tor blasting off.” He shook his
  head as he remembered his unworthy thoughts at that moment. “When I got back to the compound, I
  saw it’d left the power pack with a lifter, and the cavity where it’d found the core.”
   “It never even waited to see if the sleds were operable?” Portegin asked.
   “Well, those sleds are built to withstand tremendous pressures and adverse conditions,” Kai replied,
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  temporizing.
   Lunzie snorted.
   “Then Tor may be back?” asked Portegin.
   “I wouldn’t count on it, Portegin,” Lunzie said. She had been busy at the hearth and now brought a filled
  shell to Kai. “I know it tastes vile but it brought your temperature down. Drink up.”
   “It smells vile, too,” Kai said, regarding the purple liquid with distaste.
   “Which means it does you more good,” said Varian with a laugh.
   Kai drank it all in one gulp. His violent shudder was no affectation and to take the taste away he quickly
  sucked at the slice of fruit Lunzie handed him.
   Varian covered her smile. Kai was becoming dependent on natural foods despite his aversion to them.
  She was a bit startled to realize that Lunzie was advancing on her with a stern air. The medic’s fingers
  closed on the younger woman’s wrist, timing pulse rate.
   “I’d prefer it, Varian, if you could take a full day’s rest after your exertions—”
   “We both know I can’t, Lunzie. Triv and I have got to retrieve the other sleds.”
   “I could go along and dismantle what we need,” Portegin suggested.
   “You’re not ready for that sort of exertion yet, my friend,” Lunzie said.
   “I’d rest easier if we got all the sleds here.”
   “Don’t see any problem in that, Kai.” Triv rose to his feet and extending a hand pulled Varian to hers.
  “That four-man sled will easily take the other two, lashed into the cargo bed. All Varian’ll have to do is
  watch out for the fringes.”
   “You can smell them coming,” Kai said.
   “That’s why Varian has to come along,” Triv said. “I can’t smell anything but Ireta yet.”
   “From which direction did it attack you, Kai?” Varian asked.
   “Behind.” Kai grimaced. “I’d just locked the power pack into position and turned when it rushed me. I
  thought it was just a larger dose of Ireta’s usual stink.”
   “Wait a minute,” Lunzie called as Triv and Varian moved toward the sled. She rummaged under the
  stores and then held both hands high. From one hung a thick coil of rope, from the other what could only
  be a force-field unit and, more miraculous still, a wrist comunit.
   “Where did you find those?” Varian leaped over the fire in her eagerness to examine the prizes.
   Lunzie permitted herself a grin at the effect of her treasure trove.
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   “Bonnard had the unit and the forcebelt on. Remember the mutineers never caught him so he had all his
  gear. You wear the forcebelt, Varian. I doubt the fringe would suck electrical impulses for long. The
  rope,” which she tossed to Portegin, “I synthesized out of our very plentiful vine.”
   Varian buckled the forcebelt on and felt reassured by its weight about her waist. Lunzie strapped on the
  wrist unit.
   “Now, you can keep me informed. Time’s a wasting.”
   Lunzie gave Varian an encouraging grin.
   “Just don’t forget the odor, Varian,” was Kai’s parting advice.
   Varian and Triv hauled the sled to the lip of the cave on the far left so the air cushion would not throw
  dust on the fire and the convalescents. Just as they dropped over the edge, a treacherous draught caught
  the sled and Varian had all she could do to correct the downward plunge of the craft. Immediately they
  were surrounded by giffs, heads anxiously pointing seaward, although what the creatures thought they
  could do to save the sled, Varian didn’t know.
   “How could they spot that we’re in trouble?” Triv cried, straining backward in his seat, his eyes glued on
  the water rushing to meet them.
   Out of the corner of her eye, Varian caught a flash of thick, suckered tentacle, felt it bang against the
  sled’s rear flange. Then the giffs attacked the appendage, their sharp beaks slicing into the flesh until it fell
  away.
   “By the first Disciple, that was too ruddy close,” Triv exclaimed as Varian fought for an upward air
  passage. They had skimmed the surface of the sea itself.
   Circling up and back toward the cliff at a safer height, they looked down. The tentacled monster,
  propelling itself after the vague shadow cast by the sled, writhed as the giffs continued to dive until it was
  forced to submerge.
   “I think I better rig some sort of wind indicator at the mouth of the cave,” Triv said, more to himself than
  to her. “If it hadn’t been for those giffs ...”
   Varian, aware that she was trembling from reaction, heartily endorsed Triv’s idea of a wind indicator.
  Then they were above the cliffs and suddenly drenched by the torrential rains that had accompanied the
  treacherous wind squall.
   The rains had passed by the time they had reached the first compound. The sun was having its noon time
  look. Steam rose from drying foliage, which encouraged the myriad biting, sucking, buzzing insects to
  swarm about the sled as Varian made her landing. Triv was silent beside her, but it wasn’t until they were
  down, that she realized why.
   “It seems only yesterday ...” he said in a low voice, staring about the deserted natural amphitheater. His
  gaze went from the spot where the main dome had been, to Gaber’s cartography unit, to where the
  mutineers’ accommodation had been. Then his lips thinned and his eyes hardened.
   “The here-and-now is more important, Triv,” Varian said.
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   Because she had the belt, Varian insisted that Triv stay in the safety of the canopied sled while she
  attacked the vegetation that covered the remaining sleds. She found the stick Kai must have used, its
  point dug deep into the soft loam. She flailed away at colonies of slugs, worms, and multilegged insects
  which had made burrows between the sleds: a mini-ecology that at another time she would have enjoyed
  examining. When she had the worst of the vegetation cleared, Triv emerged. It took their combined
  efforts and much sweaty heaving to lift the sleds free of a dirt that had a consistency of hardened
  adhesive. But then the sleds had been settled deeply on their edges for over four decades.
   “I can’t see any breaks in the substructure,” Triv said, running knowledgeable hands along the side
  panels.
   “This model sled’s come out operational from worse battering, not to mention the slime sand on
  Tenebris V,” Varian said, settling herself at the control console of the four-man sled. “Now, for the tricky
  part.” Turning off the forcebelt, she wet her finger to test the prevailing wind. “You stand well to my right
  and move when the wind shifts. The purple mold’ll bubble up like Divisti’s moss tea.” She retrieved
  another feather from her breast pocket and saluted Triv with it before she reactivated her forcebelt.
  “Don’t let this stuff touch you, even if it gets me,” she added as she used Portegin’s seal breaker along
  the line. She strained her body away from the console as the mold boiled from its prison. Varian kept the
  panel in front of her face as the light winds dispersed the frothy fungi. She prodded with her feather at
  clumps momentarily caught on the lip of the unit. When she was sure that the worst had been blown
  away, she began to clear the delicate matrix panels, tickling the corners where fungi might hide, and
  slipping the tip of her feather in and under, back and forth into every part of the console. Then she dusted
  the control panel.
   When she had refitted and scaled the unit, she motioned to Triv to install the power pack.
   “I won’t take time to dust the other panels now, Triv. Let’s strap ’em in the cargo bed and get out of
  here.” Varian felt uneasy. She could smell nothing unusual, even when she turned off the forcebelt to be
  sure it was not filtering the nauseating sea odor that would herald the arrival of a man-enveloping fringe.
   The two sleds fitted easily across the cargo section and Triv secured them deftly with stout twists and
  knots. After two hours of intensive labor, they had accomplished their task. How oddly comforting to
  know what time had passed again, Varian thought. She frequently consulted the console chrono during
  their labors. She asked Triv to take the four-man sled, since he was stronger and more rested than she.
  She maintained a position to his port so that she could see both his hand signals and watch the lashed
  sleds in case they should shift in adverse winds.
   She caught Triv’s first signal the moment they were fully airborne but she saw no shift in the sleds. Then
  she saw him pointing upward and noticed the three giffs veering in to take up their escort positions. She’d
  had such a fright with the marine beast that she hadn’t even noticed their out-going escort. She chuckled
  to herself, wondering if these were the same three, or if they flew escort in rotation. Had their discreet
  surveillance somehow prevented a fringe attack? She must remember to ask Kai if the giffs had
  accompanied Tor’s craft, though she doubted it, at the rate of speed Tor could travel.
   Their return journey was without incident. Varian took the small sled in first, reversing at the hover and
  getting as close to the space shuttle as possible to give Triv sufficient room to maneuver. He parked the
  four-man sled neatly against the left-hand side of the cave. Lunzie and Portegin, moving with some
  residual stiffness from his long sleep, helped to unload.
   Portegin was for starting his project immediately but Varian cautioned him about the purple fungus. So
  they positioned a sled with its nose well over the cave edge, secured by rope to the heavier craft so that
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  the wind, now sweeping down over the cliffs, would blow the fungus away from their living quarters.
   “I see how to do it, Varian,” Portegin told her a bit impatiently.
   “Let him do it,” Lunzie said, unbuckling Varian’s forcebelt even as she protested.
   “I feel fine.”
   “That’s because you haven’t seen yourself,” Lunzie replied with a disparaging sniff. “You need as much
  restorative as I can pump into you.”
   “I’m tougher than I look,” Varian said. She whirled around when she heard Kai laugh.
   “If I have to listen to Lunzie, so do you, co-leader. Now sit down here, take your medicine, and suffer
  with me.” Kai motioned her to sit beside him.
   Varian did so, thinking it was the first time she’d had a chance to look at him since his injury. He seemed
  better but red blotches still marred his forehead and hands. Lunzie handed them each a shell bowl.
   “More moss?” Varian asked seeing the color of Kai’s.
   “I’ve fixed the taste,” Lunzie said.
   Varian sniffed at hers, expecting the rich smell of the morning’s stew. “Krims! What’d you put in this?”
   “What’s good for you! Drink it.” And she turned away to ladle portions for everyone else.
   “She has fixed the taste,” said Kai after a sip and pulled himself to a sitting position. “But only after I
  made her sample it.” Kai grinned. “Whatever she added makes me hungrier than ever. I’d eat anything
  handed to me and ask for more.” He drained his bowl and picked a small red fruit from the pile beside
  him.
   “Kai! You’re eating fruit! Fresh fruit!”
   “I told you I was hungry enough to eat anything! Even this—this natural stuff!”
   By the time the two sleds had been cleared of fungi, with Triv’s assistance, Portegin had began to
  reassemble the available communications matrices. While Triv and Varian had been away, Portegin
  dismantled the damaged shuttle comunit. The slabs were laid out under more of Lunzie’s plasfilm to
  protect them from the dust and debris that the wind blew about the cavern. Portegin shortly began
  muttering about doing delicate work with a hammer and tongs. He crouched like a troglodyte while Triv
  suggested that he transfer his operation into the big sled and the protection of the transparent canopy.
  Lunzie grudgingly surrendered one of her few medical probes to be heated to seal the connections.
   “The joints won’t last as long as they would if I had the proper equipment but they ought to hold well
  enough,” Portegin announced after thanking Lunzie for her sacrifice.
   Triv offered to assist Portegin as the man’s small-muscle control showed the effects of long disuse. They
  rearranged the seats in the larger sled and came across unexpected riches. Tucked between the seat
  back and the curve of the hull were two stunguns, three force belts, and a lift unit for power packs, rolled
  tightly up in a spare coverall.
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   “Bonnard, that clever scamp. He must have hidden them, while the mutineers were mauling us in the
  shuttle,” Varian cried, dancing about with the belts and guns held high in jubilation.
   “D’you suppose he hid anything else in the other sleds?” Kai asked.
   They searched thoroughly, but the food packs which Bonnard had secreted had been penetrated by
  insect or fungi and were empty.
   “Disinfected, these tubes’ll make good containers,” Lunzie said.
   Portegin was to make the last find, the most important one, and that only by chance, for the curve of the
  blunt sled had concealed it well. His hands found the real treasures: eight matrices, still in a film coating
  which even the purple fungus had been unable to penetrate, five tiny separators, several dozen
  stun-capsules, and another wrist unit. The items had been glued to the surface by some gummy substance
  that had long since hardened. Over the decades it had become brittle so that Portegin’s touch had
  loosened the riches from their unlikely hidey-hole. The five surveyed their wealth in a silence broken
  when Varian laid tentative fingers on the stun gun.
   “In forty-three years, they would have exhausted all their supplies. No matter how clever they are, they
  couldn’t achieve the technology to produce more.”
   “Not if they hunt that thunder lizard of Trizein’s with a crossbow and lance.” Lunzie said. “Nice to have
  an advantage again.”
   Varian hated weapons but was exceedingly grateful to see them. The discovery also lifted from her mind
  the depression that had plagued her. She was far more tired than she cared to admit and not even
  Lunzie’s nutrient soup had reduced that weariness. In her present state, she’d never be able to use
  Discipline effectively for any long period, and any encounters with Aygar and his peers presumed full
  Discipline on her part. To have such accouterments when she kept that appointment gave her the
  psychological advantage she needed.
   “If they’re metal-working and smart,” Triv noted as he hefted a stunner in his hand, “they’ll have found
  the ingredients for primitive explosive weapons. This stunner doesn’t have the effective range of a
  projectile weapon, even of that crossbow.”
   “Strategy can make up for shortcomings—or short ranges,” Varian noted in a light tone.
   “Even if you have to crash and destroy them, those sleds aren’t to fail into the mutineers’ hands,” Kai
  said forcefully, swearing again as his voice cracked.
   “We don’t necessarily have to bring the sleds into sight,” said Varian, “not when we have lift belts.”
   “Let’s not talk of destroying the sleds,” Portegin urged holding up both hands in dismay at the notion. “I
  can bypass the start switch so that only we’d know how to start one.”
   “Can you patch a line from wrist unit to the shuttle or the sled?”
   “You’re not taking the four-man sled are you, Varian?” Kai asked.
   “Krims! No, but you’ll want to hear what’s going on, won’t you?”
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   “If I only had some sort of a magnifier ...” Portegin was muttering under his breath. “Lunzie, you must
  have something? ...”
   She handed him a loupe but warned Portegin of the dire consequences of chipping or breaking one of
  her precious few medical aids.
   When Kai volunteered to help Triv and Portegin, Lunzie would have none of it. She forced him to
  alternate bathing his injured hands in the sap with wringing out cloths for his face wounds. Then she made
  Varian lie down for an hour’s rest before having her go on a provisions hunt. With all the ravenous
  appetites she had to satisfy, Lunzie needed more raw vegetable matter for the synthesizer, and she also
  wanted to locate more of the edible fruits, pods, and herbs nearby.
   Varian thought she’d be unable to sleep with Triv’s and Portegin’s murmuring and swearing, the sound
  and rustle of the wind through the vine screen, and the odd sounds made by Kai and Lunzie, but it
  seemed she’d only closed her eyes when Lunzie was shaking her awake again.
   Since Triv seemed to have little to do while he watched Portegin assembling a matrix comb, Varian was
  a bit grumpy when Lunzie hustled her to the sled. Varian’s temper was not much improved by the
  drizzling rain that made visibility poor, but Lunzie pointed curtly to the brighter skies to the southwest and
  told Varian to make for a spot where they could see what they picked without getting drenched in the
  process.
   Immediately three giffs curved away from those few idly circling the caves. It was well past the return of
  the fishers, and most adult fliers were already inside their caves, sleeping off their meal, or what ever they
  did.
   “Do they do any more than follow?” Lunzie asked after observing them for a time.
   “Not when I’m airborne ...”
   “When they consider you safe?” Lunzie asked with a wry grin.
   “Come to think of it, when the scavengers began to circle in on that dead beast, the giffs were picking up
  speed.”
   “That could be useful.”
   Something in her idle tone, that of a woman not much given to chit chat, warned Varian that Lunzie had
  several purposes in the flight.
   “How seriously ill is Kai, Lunzie?”
   “Hard to say with no way of testing. Feeling is returning to his hands and the skin of his face isn’t as
  numb, or so he tells me. There’s no question that he’s suffered some motor impairment in his hands. I’m
  hoping that will pass once the last of the toxic fluid is flushed out of his system. I want to get more of that
  moss if we can find it, and I want a store of those succulent leaves around at all times.” Lunzie showed
  Varian a long red weal on her hand. “The sap is analgesic. I’m not used to dealing with raw fire.”
   “How long, then, before Kai is well?”
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   “He’s not going to be physically fit for several weeks. I’d prefer to keep him from any exertion at all for
  four or five days, then a slow convalescence.” Varian digested that in silence.
   “Triv can accompany you and Portegin if he’s finished patching. But I must watch Kai.”
   “Yes, he’s likely to try something stupid because he feels responsible for us all.”
   “What is it about this meeting that worries you, Varian?”
   “I wish I could answer that. There was something about Aygar’s attitude ...”
   Lunzie chuckled in high amusement. “I’ll bet there was.”
   “Lunzie! You said yourself, I’m not at my best—”
   “At your very worst, you’d be a joy to a man deprived of a woman.
   And one hell of an acquisition to their gene pool.
   Varian didn’t dismiss that notion but it was not, she was certain, the entire answer to the enigma of
  Aygar’s cryptic expression.
   “Sexuality could have been part of it, Lunzie, but it’s more as if ... as if he had a surprise for me. And he
  did mention their beacon. Yes, the beacon had something to do with it and something that would, in his
  mind, neutralize my ability to throw him.”
   “Why do they have a beacon?” Lunzie asked. She thoughtfully pursed her lips as Varian shook her
  head. Abruptly the medic pointed ahead and to starboard.
   “Isn’t that moss down there?”
   Varian banked sharply, noticing the small animals scurrying from the sound of the sled. She threw on the
  telltagger but it only made noises appropriate to the small life-forms rapidly leaving the area. When they
  had landed, Varian kept one eye on the giffs. As long as they circled lazily, she felt safe.
   “Not the right moss,” Lunzie said disgustedly. She held a sample under Varian’s nose.
   “It stinks!”
   “It’s cryptogamous!”
   “Really?”
   “Propagates by spores. What we want is bryophitic. You didn’t happen to notice how much of the stuff
  in Divisti’s garden is also bryophitic?”
   “If it’s fungoid, I’m automatically prejudiced,” Varian gave a small shudder. “But I didn’t notice fungi in
  the garden. And the purple moss was the only one of its sort.”
   “Don’t disparage fungi. Some of the oddest and most repellent are delicious and highly nutritious.”
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   “And smelly?”
   “You planet-bred types do worry about smell, don’t you?” Lunzie grinned at Varian, and began to scrub
  her hands with dirt to remove the moss.
   “I’d think smell would bother you shippers a lot more.”
   “Is it safe to explore a little here?” Lunzie asked, glancing around the small copse.
   “I don’t see why not,” Varian replied, after a glance at the giffs.
   “I’ll just turn up the volume on the telltagger.”
   They ventured farther among the huge, high-branching trees, noting the nail grooves where the long-neck
  herbivores had steadied themselves to reach the upper leaves and branches. Similar stands of trees were
  scattered about the vast plain. Distant hadrosaurs, distinguishable by their crests, were bending saplings
  down to reach the edible twigs.
   After concluding that the area had been overgrazed, the two women took to the air again, moving
  southeast until the land fell away in a huge old fault of several hundred meters’ height. The vegetation in
  the lower portion differed drastically from that of the plain. There were also more clearings in which to
  land the sled but the telltagger buzzed so continually that Varian declined to take an unnecessary risk.
   “We can try the swamps where we found the hyracotherium tomorrow,” Varian suggested and Lunzie
  agreed that this might be a more profitable site for the purple moss.
   They were turning back when Varian sighted pod-bearing trees, at the northern end of the fault.
  Although there was room enough to land a space cruiser, the land was occupied by large tusked animals
  which were either fighting or bashing headlong into slender trunked trees to dislodge pods for noisy
  consumption. The air-sled frightened the creatures off but Varian preferred to hover well above the
  tuskers while Lunzie picked, happily muttering about high protein content.
   “Make a note of these coordinates, will you, Varian? We’ll want more of these. They’re what give my
  special stew its flavor.”
   Taking another tangent back to the sea cliffs of the golden fliers, they made one more stop, in fruiting
  trees which Varian also noted for future reference.
   The fragrance of the ripe fruit, picked from boughs grazing animals couldn’t reach, filled the enclosed air
  sled with tantalizing sweetness.
   “No more stops no matter what you see, Lunzie. It’s getting dark, and I don’t fancy night landings in that
  cave.”
   “I might just wake Bonnard,” Lunzie said after they’d ridden on in silent appreciation of the sunset
  display of distant lightning that brightened clouds in the far west. “He can run this boat, can’t he? He’s
  smart, quick, and he thinks. Besides—”
   “Look, if you’re worried, Portegin can stay with you.”
   “My concern is for you, Co-leader, not myself. Not that any of you are safe if it’s new blood they’re
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  after.”
   “What exactly is bothering you, Lunzie? Tell me now. I’ve had enough surprises.”
   “It may just be my suspicious nature, Varian, but your Aygar did mention a beacon. It is forty-three
  years since the mutiny ...”
   “So?”
   “What do you know of unrest among planetary minorities.”
   “Huh?” It took Varian a moment to grapple with the sudden switch.
   “I’d heard rumors that choice planets usually end up managed by one of the FSP majors. Financing was
  the usual rationale. Krims!—You don’t mean ...” Varian shot a horrified glance at Lunzie, “you don’t
  mean that the ARCT-10 might have been taken over by another set of mutineers, do you?”
   “A compound ship does not lend itself to mutiny.” Lunzie gave Varian a tight grin. “Too many minorities
  involved, too many different atmospheres, too bloody strict a surveillance against a possible take over.
  Command can, you know, close off, gas or eject any section of a compound ship without affecting
  overall stability, life support, drive or control elements. And the ARCT-10 had a large Thek group. No
  minority goes against Thek. What I had in mind were the rumors of expeditions on worlds such as this,
  where sizable teams simply disappeared. Not planted, but no sign of natural disasters or deaths
  accidental or otherwise. Just the rumor and no official acknowledgment of the problem. No official
  announcement about finding the lost units, either. Of course, the change-state problems of this immense
  Federation could account for the lack of news or official confirmation. Very little gets done quickly,
  especially when Thek are concerned. Forty-three years since our distress call?” Lunzie’s expression was
  grimly thoughtful. “That, my dear co-leader, is long enough for a homing capsule to arrive at its
  destination and to permit an expedition to reach the distressed party. In my opinion, that’s why your
  Aygar was not much bothered by the gene balance in his settlement. And the reason he was surprised
  you hadn’t homed in on his beacon.”
   Varian inhaled a long whistle. “That does put a frame around his attitude. But three days? Could he be
  that certain of a touch down when they don’t have any communications?” Varian frowned again, mulling
  over Lunzie’s theory. “When I crossed his line of march, he did get rid of me as fast as he could.”
   “Which might mean the newcomers have arrived or are expected soon.”
   “He certainly expects to own Ireta!”
   “Your space law’s worse than your botany, Varian. If my theory has any substance, you were
  possessed with sheer genius when you posed as a new FSP expedition.”
   “I was? Why?”
   “One,” and Lunzie ticked off her points on fingers, “the heavyworlders don’t suspect you are from the
  original team; they can still assume that we died of our own incompetence after the stampede or went into
  cold sleep. But if,” and another finger emphasized that point, “an FSP relief party arrives before their
  reinforcements, summoned by that homing capsule, they will not have clear title of the planet.”
   “How could they think they’d have a clear title anyhow?” Varian demanded.
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   “There’s a considerable code of space law dealing with ship wrecked survivors who reach habitable
  planets and/or stranded expeditionary members who manage to achieve a certain level of civilization.”
   “What does that code of space law say about mutineers?”
   “That’s why it’s safer for us to be a relief party.”
   “If at first you don’t succeed, have another go?” Varian asked drolly.
   “Precisely.”
   “But, Lunzie, when the reinforcements arrive, they’d know there aren’t any other ships orbiting the
  planet.”
   “The reinforcements, my dear Varian, are probably illegal and would be most anxious not to be hailed
  by another vessel. They’ll probably enter the atmosphere under radio silence and as quickly as possible
  to avoid detection. Since the obvious orbit of a rescue ship is synchronous with the site of original
  landing, even a large ship can escape detection if the captain has any intelligence.
   “And then set about raping this rich world and indulging in their anachronistic behavior. It’s easy now to
  understand why specialists of the caliber of Bakkun and Berru went along with that asinine rumor about
  our being planted. They had a world to gain.”
   Varian’s expression was grim. “Too bad they didn’t live to enjoy it. But, Lunzie, they did mutiny and
  they mustn’t be allowed to profit by it.”
   “They haven’t yet,” Lunzie replied wryly. “And though their descendants cannot be held liable for the
  sins of their predecessors. We have to stay alive to prove that a mutiny did occur.”
   “Then how—” Varian began indignantly.
   “The descendants would only get partial claims,” Lunzie explained hurriedly. “Don’t worry about that
  now. Consider this instead: once their relief ship arrives, it will at most certainly contain sleds and
  instrumentation. They’ll be able to mount a full-scale search for our shuttle.”
   “That doesn’t mean they’ll find it.
   “I suppose we won’t have to produce a shuttle,” Lunzie said.
   “It’s away mapping the continent,” Varian announced airily.
   “Regulations don’t specify how large a search party has to be, so five of us are all our ship could send.
  And Tor knows—” Varian let out a whoop of laughter that caused Lunzie to wince as the sound
  reverberated in the confines of the sled’s canopy. “Those heavyworlders have outsmarted themselves,
  Bakkun and Berru included. This planet’s been Thek-claimed for millions of years, if that core Tor was
  so nardling eager to disinter was Thek-manufactured. And it has to be.”
   “Whether it is or isn’t, Varian, may not be germane, considering the span of time since its implantation.
  You can be certain that Bakkun included precise details of the rich transuranic potential of Ireta when
  that homing capsule was launched. An expedition will arrive equipped to strip this planet as thoroughly as
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  the Others. And argue about who had the right to do so later.”
   A shudder ran through Varian’s body. “Are there really any Others, Lunzie?”
   “No one knows. I’ve stood on one of those barren worlds that must once have been as lush and
  lovely—and as rich—as this one.”
   “The mutineers mustn’t rape this one.”
   “You’ve my complete support.”
   “The old ARCT-10 may even reappear ...”
   “We’d best consider what resources we can muster,” said Lunzie. She raised her hand when Varian
  began to protest. “I never count on luck. Tomorrow you, Triv, and Portegin will have lift belts and
  stunners when you meet Aygar. You and Triv will have the advantage of full Discipline.” The medic
  paused before she added solemnly, “And I’d better give you all barriers.”
   “Barriers?” Varian cast a startled look at the medic. That aspect of Discipline was entrusted to only a
  highly select few.
   “Barriers are the only real protection you and our sleepers would have if heavyworlders have landed.”
  Lunzie spoke quietly. Almost, Varian thought, as if she regretted the necessity of revealing this
  unexpected strength, rather than the need which dictated its use.
   They flew on in silence until the looming white cliffs emerged from the shroud of evening mists and the
  black, beribboned opening that was their refuge yawned before them.
   CHAPTER SIX
   After everyone had enjoyed the tasty stew Lunzie had concocted and as much of the ripe fruit as they
  could eat, Varian asked Lunzie to air her theory about the mutineers’ plan for Ireta.
   “That’s just how the heavyworlders acquired the S-192 system,” Triv said with considerable indignation.
   “S-192 was a two-world,” Lunzie pointed out.
   “This one has wild animals for them to eat,” Varian said grimly.
   “Not to mention transuranic deposits that would make claim holder, extremely wealthy,” said Kai, if they
  could validate their claim.”
   “Which they can’t because we’re alive.” Portegin’s voice was angry.
   “Hmm, but they don’t know it,” Varian reminded him.
   “Keep two points in mind, my friends,” Lunzie said. “The mutineers’ descendants have survived and
  have maintained a good level of technology if they’re forging metal and have constructed a beacon. That
  qualifies them—”
   “We’ve survived, too,” and Portegin sat straight up, incensed.
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   Lunzie regarded him humorlessly for a moment. “We,” and her voice left the slightest emphasis on the
  pronoun, “must continue to do so.” My second point is that the descendants of the original mutineers
  cannot be prosecuted for the felony of their grandparents.”
   “Tanegli’s still alive.” Varian was surprised at the edge in her voice.
   “So I suspect that his first suggestion to the commander of the expected vessel will be to find us,” Kai
  said. “When they didn’t find the space shuttle under the dead beasts after the stampede, they knew that
  someone survived and went cryo.”
   “Aygar believes that they were deliberately abandoned,” Varian said.
   “Your little lie and what Aygar has been told are all that kept him from attacking Varian.” Lunzie’s tone
  betrayed her anger. “We have to keep you and them,” the medic jabbed her finger at the shuttle, “alive
  until ARCT-10 returns.”
   Portegin gave a snort of derision. “The ARCT probably blew up in that cosmic storm.”
   “Unlikely,” Lunzie said. “I once slept 78 years and still was collected by my original ship.”
   “You think the ARCT-10 will come back for us, Lunzie?” asked Portegin, amazed.
   “Stranger things have happened. Whatever Aygar believes, Varian, Tanegli knows different, nor can he
  ignore the fact that some of us may have survived. He cannot take the risk that the ARCT-10 will return
  and with the information left in our beacon, recover the shuttle. Right now we must make plans that will
  safe guard not only us but the sleepers. Equally important, set ourselves up as scouts totally unrelated to
  the ARCT-10. If that ship did blow, its deadman’s knell will be recorded and known to every space
  commander—including the mutineers’ relief ship—so we can’t pose as a relief unit from the ARCT-10.”
   “From what ship did we originate then, Lunzie?” Kai was slightly amused, but his husky voice betrayed
  his physical debility.
   Varian looked at him quickly, wondering if he objected to Lunzie’s dominance. His eyes were glittering,
  but not with fever. He seemed to be encouraging the medic’s unexpected inventiveness.
   “We can take our pick—freighter, passenger, another Exploratory Vessel ...” Lunzie shrugged, suddenly
  reverting to her usual passivity. “Recall what you told Aygar, Varian.”
   “That I was part of a team sent in answer to the distress call.”
   “Any vessel has to investigate such a signal ...” Portegin said.
   “Only a Fleet ship could tap our beacon’s messages,” Triv reminded them.
   “And he’d know how rich this planet is and send a party down if only for finders’ fees.” Portegin capped
  Triv’s remark.
   “That’s what I implied,” said Varian. “Then Aygar gave me his version of the facts.”
   “That his grandparents had been abandoned ... ?” Kai asked.
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   “Deliberately abandoned,” Varian replied with a grimace, “after the tragic accident that demolished their
  original site. No mention of either of us as leaders, remember.”
   “Paskutti had that honor?” Kai was amused.
   Varian shrugged. “I didn’t ask. I did inquire about the children. I also said that the ARCT-10 was still
  missing.” Varian hesitated, dubious now about that admission.
   “Why not?” Kai shrugged. “If the ship had returned within the Standard year, as planned, none of us
  would be where we are now. What puzzles me is the forty-three years. It doesn’t take anywhere near
  that time for a homing capsule to reach its destination. And I know the mutineers had ours.”
   “They would have had to wait to be sure that the ARCT-10 wasn’t just delayed,” Varian suggested.
   “Could they have known that the ARCT-10 never stripped the beacon of messages?” Lunzie asked.
   “Only Kai and I knew that.”
   “Bakkun might have guessed,” Kai said slowly.
   “By what we didn’t say rather than what we did?” Varian asked. Kai nodded.
   “We ought,” Kai went on, “to have invented a message from the ARCT.”
   Lunzie snorted. “I don’t think that would have kept the heavyworlders satisfied once they’d had their
  bloody rest day ... and tasted animal protein. Brings out the worst in them every time.”
   A taut silence ensued, broken as Varian shuddered, then said, “But Divisti’s garden produced sufficient
  vegetable protein to support twice as many heavyworlder appetites.”
   “I’d say they waited,” Lunzie began, picking at her lower lip for a moment before she continued. “They
  would have tried to locate the shuttle and the power packs which young Bonnard so cleverly concealed.
  They knew Kai’d sent out some sort of message, before Paskutti smashed the comunit? Well, then,
  they’d have had to wait to see if assistance arrived. They would have had to assume also that we’d rig
  some sort of distress beacon to attract rescue, even if it did take the Thek forty-three years to bother to
  investigate.”
   Varian broke in excitedly. “You don’t suppose that they could have rigged an alert for a landing?”
   “No way.” Portegin shook his head violently. “Not with the equipment they had. Remember it was
  replacement parts they took with the stores, not full units.”
   “Yes, but Aygar spoke of iron mines and they’ve been working a forge.”
   Portegin kept shaking his head. “Bakkun was a good all-round engineer but even with all the matrices
  I’ve got, I couldn’t make that sort of a scan system, not planet wide, and that’s what they’d need.”
   “So,” Kai said in summation, “they waited to be sure ARCT wasn’t making the scheduled pick-up. They
  also waited until they could be reasonably certain our distress signal was unheard and then too weak.
  Then they sent the homing capsule to one of the Heavyworld colonies inviting settlers and technicians.”
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   “And if a colony ship, large enough to transport enough people and supplies is to make the journey
  profitable, they’d have to build a landing grid,” Triv exclaimed.
   “Which explains why they left the very good settlement they had in the secondary camp,” Varian cried.
   “And why Aygar chooses to meet you there rather than at their new site,” Lunzie finished with a sour
  grimace. “Such an undertaking also explains forty-three years.”
   “Even for heavyworlders, it would take years to clear this sort of jungle and hold it back while they got a
  grid in place,” said Portegin with some awe.
   “Probably with a homing device built into the acknowledging capsule to confirm arrangements and
  approximate time of arrival,” Triv added.
   The group reflected on this solution with no joy.
   Triv broke the silence. “I’d opt for us to come from a Fleet ship, a cruiser. They make periodic reports
  to a Sector HQ and no one in his right mind messes with a cruiser.”
   “Would Aygar know that?” Varian asked facetiously.
   “No, but the captain of the incoming ship would,” Triv replied.
   “And a search party could have been set down here to check on the distress call while the cruiser goes
  on to the Ryxi and the Thek planets.”
   “Now that our identity is established,” Kai said with an attempt at heartiness, “I suggest we transfer to
  the campsite built for Dimenon and Margit. If it still exists.”
   “Don’t see why it wouldn’t,” Triv said. “The heavyworlders wouldn’t have wasted belt power
  dismantling and transporting it.”
   “Wouldn’t we go to the original site?” asked Portegin.
   “We did,” Varian replied, “but Kai got attacked there didn’t he? So we move to the second auxiliary
  camp.” She rose and stretched. “And we’d also better fill in the holes of the vine screen. Then the
  sleepers will be safe.”
   The next morning, Triv took one of the smaller sleds to investigate the secondary camp which had been
  sighted for Dimenon and Margit to use as a base for their explorations of the southwestern part of Ireta’s
  main continent. Assisted by Varian and Lunzie, Portegin gathered the matrices removed from the other
  two small sleds and the undamaged units in the shuttle. He was optimistic that with these components, he
  could rig working comunits in the two small sleds and the four-man sled, plus an ordinary homing beacon,
  consonant with their role as a rescue team from a Space Fleet cruiser.
   Lunzie proved the deftest in making minute welds with the heated tip of a surgical probe, all the while
  muttering about the misuse of her precious medical equipment on inanimate objects.
   Varian’s usefulness to the project was short lived. She was unable to limit herself to controlled dexterity
  for long, and announced that she was better suited to shifting vines than matrices. It was hard, sweaty
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  labor, hampered by Ireta’s sudden squalls and then steamy sun heat. The vines clung with tenacious webs
  of sticky fibers to the rock, so she hacked away, pried loose, and tugged at the tendrils to rig a full
  curtain across the entrance. At the same time, she rigged fiber ropes to pull the vines back to allow for
  the entry and exit of the sleds. She coaxed additional new vine tendrils across the chasm, setting them to
  fill in. At the rate vegetation grew on Ireta, the cave ought to be densely screened in a matter of weeks.
   Triv returned with the welcome news that the other camp had survived, although it had become the
  residence of creatures large and small. However the fortified posts were functional so that, once cleared
  of intruders, the camp would be habitable.
   Lunzie made good use of the vines left over from Varian’s camouflage trimming and created emergency
  rations from the vegetable matter and more light blankets from the residual fibers. These were packed
  into the two smaller sleds while Kai was made comfortable in the larger. Lunzie made a last check on the
  sleepers and set the time release for additional sleep vapor. As Triv pulled back the vine curtain, using
  Varian’s cords, the three sleds emerged just as the evening rain began to splash down. They landed
  briefly on the cliff, while Triv joined them and took over the controls of one sled from Lunzie who then
  joined Varian and Kai in the larger.
   As Varian lifted, she searched the leaden skies. “No giffs!”
   “They’ve sense enough to come in out of that rain,” Lunzie said, drying her hands as she looked at the
  raindrops battering the canopy.
   “They followed me, you know.”
   “So you told me. Not superstitious, are you, Varian?” the medic asked with an ironic chuckle.
   “Enough to prefer their company to their absence.”
   “They stood guard a long time,” Kai said in his husky voice.
   “You’re both allowing them far more intelligence than they deserve.”
   Varian turned her head to give Kai a broad grin which he answered. Then the rain squall quickened and
  she had to keep her attention on flying for the rest of the journey.
   Although Triv and Portegin had arrived in advance of the four-man sled, Kai was struck by the eeriness
  of landing in the gloom of Iretan twilight at a campsite which he knew had been uninhabited for over four
  decades. It seemed to have slept, unchanged, as they had.
   Rationally, he knew that part of its lack of change was due to the rocky site, but the dome which
  Dimenon and Margit had set up was only slightly browned by wind and weather. A small fire burned on
  the hearth outside. It’s light was cheering and it’s smoke a partial deterrent to insects until the force field
  could be powered up. The pack was quickly connected and crackled immediately with tiny spurts as
  insects were vaporized. Small bits of char drifted down as Kai stiffly made his way from the sled to the
  dome. He was heartily disgusted with his weakness and kept to himself the fact that he still had no feeling
  at all in the areas where the fringe had sucked deepest. He couldn’t prevent furtive glances for fringes
  lurking beyond the veil. He worried briefly if the creatures could be stopped by the force field. Of course
  they could—Force fields had even held back the stampede of the herbivores ... for a time.
   He was trembling again, to his disgust. Only a short walk and he was spent. Lunzie had cautioned him
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  against using Discipline to overcome the weakness of convalescence but surely a daily routine of basic
  Discipline exercise would be beneficial. Might even be essential if Varian’s meeting with Aygar proved
  unlucky. Kai wasn’t easy about that confrontation, even with all three armed. He’d spent some time
  trying to estimate how large the mutineers’ group would be after two generations of breeding. And if a
  colony ship had arrived, there could be thousands to back the heavyworlders’ claim. Either way his team
  was at risk.
   Where had the ARCT-10 disappeared to? Why had Tor been so uncharacteristically keen to find the
  old core? Why had the Thek then departed? Kai reminded himself that a mere human did not demand
  explanations of a Thek. Out of sight, out of mind, yet Tor had awakened him to find the core.
   And how had the Ryxi flourished on their new planet? Kai wondered, though he knew that Vrl, his
  contact with the volatile avians, probably wouldn’t have worried about the geologist’s silence. Certainly
  the Ryxi wouldn’t have communicated with the Thek. Surely, though, Kai reasoned, the commander of
  the Ryxi colony vessel ought to have tried to raise the Iretan group, if only prompted by courtesy.
  Probably the silence of the Iretan expedition was thought to mean that the ARCT-10 had collected the
  Iretan team as scheduled.
   Which brought Kai back to the original question: What had happened to the ARCT-10? The great
  compound ships were constructed to withstand tremendous variations of temperature and stress. Short of
  a full nova, an EEC vessel could endure almost anything. Possibly, a black hole would consume a whole
  EEC ship, but no EEC ship would approach such a hazard. As no known species that was inimical to the
  Federated Sentient Planets was capable of space travel, nothing short of the Others could have attacked
  the ARCT-10. A real mystery. Kai exhaled deeply.
   “Does supper not appeal to you? I’d thought you were resigned to eating natural foods by now,” said
  Varian, breaking Kai’s reverie.
   “I’m hungry enough to eat anything.” He grinned at her as he accepted a bowl.
   Once they had finished eating, Lunzie rinsed out the bowls and filled them with fruit steeped in its own
  juices. By then Kai was more tired than hungry so he put the bowl to one side and slipped down under
  the light blanket, closing his eyes. As he drowsed, he heard Portegin yawning loudly, complaining that he
  hadn’t done much to be so tired.
   “You’re not quite recovered from cold sleep yet, you know,” Lunzie remarked. “You’ll have a full day
  tomorrow. Sleep now. There’s nothing more needs doing tonight.”
   Kai was aware that the others were seeking their blankets and, as he lay, waiting for sleep to overtake
  him, he grew envious of their ability to drop off so quickly. He was all the more surprised then to hear
  Lunzie’s quiet voice.
   “Portegin, Varian, Triv, you will listen to me. You will hear nothing but my voice. You will obey only my
  voice. You will follow my directions implicitly for you entrust your lives to me. Acknowledge.”
   Fascinated, Kai listened to the murmured assent of the three.
   “Portegin, you will feel no pain, no matter what is done to the flesh of your body. From the first blow,
  your body will be nerveless, impervious to pain. You will not bleed. You will command your body to
  relax and your flesh to absorb injury without discomfort. You will be unable to reveal anything except
  your name, Portegin, your rank as helmsman first class of the FSP Cruiser, 218-ZD-43. You are part of
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  a rescue mission. You know no more than that of your present. Your childhood years are open, your
  years of service as well, except that all service was with the Space Fleet. This is your first visit to Ireta.
  You will feel no pain, no matter what is done to the flesh of your body and the channels of your mind.
  You have a barrier against pain and mental intrusion. Your mind is locked to control. Your nerves and
  pain centers are under my control. I will allow nothing to cause you pain or distress.”
   Lunzie asked Portegin to repeat her instructions but the man’s toneless murmur was inaudible to Kai.
   The medic then began to instruct Varian, whom she called Rianav. Here the parameters were more
  complex. She drew on Varian’s two years in her birth-planet’s martial corps, building a detailed recent
  memory which seemed to include facts of personal history unexpectedly known to Lunzie but not to Kai.
  The hypnotic briefing would insure that Varian-Rianav acted and thought as a career Fleet officer. She
  also erected barriers to protect Varian-Rianav against any intrusion or pain above and beyond the control
  Varian could produce herself with the exercise of Discipline. The cover personality for Varian was tightly
  woven out of fact and half-truth and so logical that Kai wondered if Lunzie was using the life history of an
  actual person. Kai was awed for he realized that he was listening to an accomplished Adept and there
  had been nothing in Lunzie’s service profile to indicate such competence. Of course, there wouldn’t be,
  beyond a mention of a term at Seripan, the center where Discipline was taught; a fact only other Disciples
  would recognize as significant.
   As Lunzie quietly set barriers in the mind of Triv-Titrivell, Kai began to wonder if there was any covert
  reason why ARCT’s administrators had recommended her as medic. He decided that it was only chance:
  what else? Most medics were disciples since hypnotic control to inhibit pain was more effective than
  anesthesia and the simplest method of curing mental trauma. The Iretan expedition had been considered a
  straight forward search for transuranics which was why, Kai was certain, two relatively young people
  were given the co-leadership. He thought grimly of the counts against himself and Varian: mutiny and a
  minority group all but established on what should have been an extraordinarily rich FSP planet.
  Exploration and Evaluation Corps wouldn’t like that, much less the FSP who preferred to keep all
  transuranics under their control, leasing them only to stable corporations.
   He supposed they should have remained awake and done their utmost to thwart the heavyworlders,
  though how they could have accomplished anything significant without equipment or weapons he was
  incapable of imagining. A leader’s prime responsibility was to bring back the full complement of his
  expedition, preferably having completed his assignment. A resigned sigh escaped his lips.
   “You were awake, Kai?” Lunzie’s voice was soft and Kai realized that she had moved beside him with
  a bowl in her outstretched hand.
   “So, you fixed some fruit?” he asked, opening his eyes and looking at her.
   She nodded. Odd that he had never noticed before what beautiful and compelling eyes she had.
   Kai lifted the neglected shell in gentle salute and drank the juice before he began to eat the fruit.
   “I wasn’t hungry. But I’m awfully glad you can give them more protection, Lunzie.”
   “Yes, it’s always easier to lie if you think you’re telling the truth.”
   “I won’t worry so much about that meeting tomorrow.”
   “I’m sure you won’t.” The medic’s low voice was tinged with amusement. She took the emptied shell
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  from his hand.
   What ever Lunzie had added to the innocent fruit was potent. He swam down into darkness, completely
  aware that in the morning, he would not remember that Lunzi was an Adept.
   CHAPTER SEVEN
   Rianav wished that they had a squad of troopers with them. Titrivell and Portegin were good men; she’d
  been in several tricky situations with them but, if her commander’s suspicion should prove valid, three
  troops in a four-man sled, equipped with only force belts and stunners were woefully insufficient.
   Still, until a colony ship did somehow slip through the commander’s surveillance, three veterans could
  cope. She doubted the survivors had any sophisticated weapons if that Aygar had been hunting with a
  crossbow and lance. Not that such a primitive weapon was ineffective: bolts from a crossbow could
  penetrate thick metal and, at close range, probably knock fragments from the ceramic hull of the sled.
  The original landing party’s stunners would by now be inoperative. She’d match herself and Titrivell
  against any two or three of Aygar’s size so she really had no reason to be apprehensive about the
  meeting. Except Aygar’s insistence that it be held away from his current living area.
   Once she had set the course for the secondary camp, she gestured to Portegin to take the controls. She
  must be fresh for the conference. Titrivell took the starboard observation post while she settled herself to
  port. Not that there was much to see except huge trees festooned with climbers and swaths of damaged
  vegetation where large beasts had broken trails through the dense jungle. She didn’t fancy any ground
  work there.
   “Lieutenant?” Portegin interrupted her and she followed the direction of his point.
   “The size of the creatures! Recorder going, Portegin? I want the captain to believe this!”
   “Aye, aye, ma’am.”
   Titrivell leaned amidships, to see past Portegin’s shoulder. “They must weigh megatons. Glad we’re up
  here instead of down there.”
   “Bet they give the heavyworlders a tussle.” Portegin glanced over his shoulder as they passed the herd of
  creatures, eating whatever was within the reach of their long sinuous necks.
   “We’ll have no jokes here, Portegin.” Rianav’s tone was stern. One couldn’t permit even subtle hints
  about sentient carnivores. Any member of the Federation that defied the civilized edict forbidding
  consumption of living creatures did so at the peril of its FSP membership.
   “Well, Lieutenant,” said Portegin in a chastened tone, “I have heard from reliable sources that, on their
  own planets, the heavyworlders don’t adhere to Prohibition.”
   “All the more reason for our mission, then, stupid as these creatures appear to be,” and she waved at yet
  another herd of foraging beasts, “they deserve as much of a chance to evolve as any other species. And
  our protection while they do so.”
   “Lieutenant, fliers at eleven.” Portegin was pointing at an airborne species.
   There were three of them. Golden of either feather or fur, Rianav could not be sure at the distance, but
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  their presence in the sky was oddly reassuring.
   “Shall I take evasive action?” asked Portegin when it became obvious that the golden-winged creatures
  had altered their course to take up a position on the same level, and at the same speed, as the sled.
   “I don’t think that’s necessary, helmsman. They do not appear aggressive. Probably curious. We can
  out distance them at any time should they turn hostile.” Rianav took unusual pleasure in their exceptional
  escort, watching the graceful, powerful sweep of the huge pinions.
   “They’re watching us, ma’am,” Titrivell called. “The heads of all three are turned in our direction.”
   “They’re doing us no harm.”
   They paused once in their outward journey. Rianav spotted a huge stand of fruit trees, the top boughs
  sagging under ripe fruit, a pleasant change from service rations. It did not occur to any of the three that it
  was unlikely for them to know if the fruits were edible.
   When they reached the vast plain dotted with buttes and meandering herds of grazing animals, Rianav
  ordered the helmsman to circle gradually in on the target area. She took the monitor to search for any
  sign of Aygar and his people.
   “They’re probably hidden in those hutment’s,” Titrivell remarked.
   “Full Discipline,” she said, with a nod to indicate that she appreciated the possibility. “Helmsman, stand
  by the sled. If we are overpowered or I should signal you off, you are to report back to the commander.
  This sled must not fall into other hands. Keep your comunit open at all times and be on the lookout for
  any indication of a large craft landing in that direction.” Rianav pointed toward the northeastern hills
  where she suspected the heavyworlders were encamped.
   At the speed with which Portegin was circling, she and Titrivell would have sufficient time to complete
  Discipline. But as she initiated the drill, she felt an unexpected energy, the most powerful surge of
  adrenaline she had ever experienced in Discipline. Glancing at Titrivell, she saw that he must have had a
  similar jolt. Of course, one expanded one’s abilities with every use of Discipline, but this? Rianav must
  ask her commander when she returned to the cruiser.
   Portegin neatly brought the sled to a landing on the bare circular mark left by a dome which must have
  occupied that area for a long time.
   Titrivell opened the canopy and Rianav stepped out smartly.
   Titrivell followed, closed the canopy, and nodded to Portegin to secure it. Rianav caught the slight
  widening of Titrivell’s eyes just as she heard a slight crunch, and turned slowly in the direction of the
  sound.
   Six figures, three men and three women, ranged themselves in an almost insolent parody of the parade
  stance of troops. Each wore a standard-issue shipsuit. Despite Discipline, the sight gave Rianav a flash of
  concern. Then she noticed that the shipsuits were patched and that the six wore neither forcebelts nor
  carried stunners. The reinforcements had not, then, arrived. These were descendants of the original force,
  mocking her by appearing in their ancestors’ garb.
   Rianav was, however, grateful for the stunner at her side. Each of the six was taller, broader, heavier
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  than she or Titrivell.
   She hesitated only that brief moment for evaluation and then strode forward, not quite leisurely but not in
  formal martial pace. She glanced from one face to the next, almost as if she expected to recognize
  someone. Halting, exactly four meters from Aygar, she saluted.
   “You are prompt, Aygar.”
   “And you!” The man curved his lips in a half-smile, as his eyes flicked toward Titrivell, correctly standing
  two paces behind his lieutenant, then toward the pilot at the controls of the closed sled.
   “Did your injured man survive?”
   “Yes, and sends his gratitude for the remedy.”
   “Any more trouble with fringes?”
   “No,” Rianav said. “But you would certainly be safe from that menace on this butte? ...” Her comment
  trailed into a question.
   “We out grew its limited accommodations,” Aygar said. That prompted some smiles from his five
  companions.
   “You may be unaware of the provisions made by the Federated Sentient Planets to reimburse
  survivors—”
   “We’re not survivors, Lieutenant,” said Aygar. “We were born on this planet. We own it.”
   “Really, Aygar,” said Rianav in a conciliatory tone, gesturing at the others, “six people can only own as
  much as supplies their needs.”
   “We are more than six.”
   “No matter how much your original number has multiplied, it is clearly stated in FSP law—”
   “We are the law here, Rianav! We accuse you of trespass.”
   The change of intensity in his voice alerted Rianav with her Disciplined sensitivity. She had her stun gun
  out and was firing at Aygar and the two on his right before they could complete their forward springs.
  Titrivell was not a millisecond later in stunning the other three.
   With her gun in hand, for she had set for medium shock and she wasn’t certain how long such superb
  bodies would be affected, she strode to the sprawled forms, motionless on the dusty ground. Aygar’s
  eyes glittered with anger as she leaned down and, grabbing his right arm, hauled him onto his back. She
  nodded to Titrivell to perform the same courtesy to the others.
   “You’ll be unable to move for approximately fifty minutes. Doubtless your grandparents mentioned
  stunners? You and your companions will suffer no ill-effects from stunning. We will continue our mission.
  We prefer not to use weapons on other humanoids, but three to one are unfair odds. Nor are we
  trespassers, Aygar. Our cruiser heard the distress signal and responded. We are morally obliged to do
  so. No doubt your isolation is the reason for your failure to comprehend the common laws of the galaxy.
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  I will be lenient in your instance and not report your aggressive reaction to my superiors. You cannot own
  a world which is still listed as unexplored in the Federated register. Possession may be considered
  primary in law, but you possess,” and she stressed the word with a slight pause, “very little of this jungle
  world no matter how many offspring were produced by the original party. But that’s not a matter for me
  to decide. I report fact as I observe it.”
   The tendons in Aygar’s neck stood out in his attempt to break paralysis by sheer will power.
   “You could do yourself injury, Aygar. Relax now and you’ll suffer no harm.”
   Punctuating her advice, thunder cracked and lightning spewed blindingly out of the sky. The thin clouds
  which had begun to gather during the fracas had coalesced with a ferocity fitting the aerial display.
   “There! Something to cool you down.” Rianav clipped her stunner to her belt. Gesturing Titrivell to
  follow, she strode to the sled.
   “Are there many more like that?” Titrivell asked as he settled himself in the sled.
   “That’s what I think we’d better find out.” Rianav motioned to Portegin to slide into the other front seat.
   “Aygar gave me directions by foot. Whether they’re accurate or not, we can but follow and see. “Run at
  a good steady pace,” he told me, “to your right, through the first hills, turn right up the ravine, but mind
  the river snakes. Continue along the river course to the first falls, take the easiest route up the cliff, follow
  the line of limestone, until the valley widens.” We’ll know their settlement by the cultivated fields.” Rianav
  snorted derisively.
   She guided the sled along the course she had taken on her first visit, then intersected the ravine where
  she had encountered Aygar. She continued along the ravine and soon came to a fast river, diverted from
  its old channel by the debris of a huge rockfall. They followed the river upstream for some distance to a
  beautiful curtain of wide falls roughly forty meters high.
   “Useful, too,” Portegin said, pointing to port. “They’ve set up a water wheel and what looks like a
  generator station.”
   He glanced at Rianav to see if she intended to investigate, but she was already angling the sled above the
  falls keeping one eye starboard for the well-marked path, so that Titrivell and Portegin saw the second,
  larger falls before she did.
   “Have they a power source there, too?”
   “Yes, Lieutenant, another one, larger,” Portegin reported, homing in on the site with the camera eye.
   “And there are the cultivated fields,” Titrivell said as the sled rose above the falls. “And a discontinuity
  fold!”
   “A what?” Rianav asked, keeping her eyes on the scene before her.
   “Which would explain this raised valley.” Titrivell went on. “Old sea bed probably. Look at the size of
  it!”
   “And the reason why they abandoned the butte site,” Rianav said. “This plateau is large enough to
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  support the biggest colony ship they build. Can you see evidence of a grid?”
   Rianav spiraled the sled, then set it to hover as the three took in the vast area. The foreground was clear
  despite the beginning of a misty rainfall. The river and the terraced fields that began at its banks
  disappeared into a haze. In the far distance orange red flashes at several different points suggested that
  volcanoes added smoke to the heat mists. Portside of the river was the inevitable lush and tangled jungle
  growth, slanting upward to crown the heights and edges of the broad valley.
   “Lieutenant, look!” Titrivell directed Rianav’s attention to the settlement to starboard. “Clever of them to
  use that stranded beach formation.”
   “The what?”
   “And look, ma’am, if you can spot it in the haze, the rock ... it’s ore bearing! No mistaking that color.”
  Titrivell whistled, his eyes wide with excitement. “Just look how that color continues. The whole ‘narding’
  cliff’s packed with iron ore.”
   “A second reason for switching camps, then,” she said in a dry tone, dampening the rising enthusiasm
  Titrivell was displaying.
   “See, over there, chimneys!” Titrivell continued, undaunted. Rianav applied a half-turn. “A foundry, all
  right, and a big one. And blast it all, they’ve got rails ... leading to ... Lieutenant, would you—about thirty
  degrees and—”
   “We’re looking for a grid, Titrivell!” she said but corrected the helm.
   “We don’t need to look, Lieutenant,” replied Titrivell, “if those rails lead to a mine or ...”
   She gave the sled a bit for power and they glided along the edge of plateau wall. Abruptly the vegetation
  disappeared and a huge pit opened below them, glistening in the rain.
   “Or an open cast mine like this one!”
   “I didn’t know you were so knowledgeable about mining, Titrivell,”
   Rianav said with a shaky laugh. She hadn’t expected such evidence of industry from Aygar’s barbaric
  appearance and primitive weaponry.
   “You don’t need to know much to miss that sort of operation, ma’am,” Titrivell said. He looked now,
  beyond the pit, and Rianav, following his gaze, turned the sled away from the mining area, down toward
  the immense natural plateau.
   “They sure didn’t have far to haul,” Portegin remarked at his post. “Nor far to go home, either. There’s
  a sizable settlement three degrees starboard, ma’am.”
   “I’m far more interested in whether the grid is finished or not.” Rianav was also aware that she should
  render as full a report as possible to her commander and that included the number of inhabitants. She
  diverted the sled to fly over the buildings that shortly became a geometrical arrangement, at the center of
  which was an expedition dome: its plastic had been scarred by wind and abrasive sands, darkened by
  sun, but it was still usable and, apparently, the focal point of the settlement.
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   Despite the rain, people seemed to be pursuing their normal tasks. The unexpected overflight of the sled
  was seen and soon people were pointing at them.
   “There is a grid, ma’am,” Portegin said, lifting his head from the camera scan. “I can’t think why else so
  much of the undergrowth would be cleared from half the plateau. There’s even a road leading to the
  area.”
   Rianav swung the sled about. “I’d like a head count on this pass, Portegin, Titrivell.” She nosed the sled
  down and slowed its forward speed.
   “I make about forty-nine,” Portegin said, “but the children keep moving about.”
   “I count fifty. No, fifty-one. A woman just came out of the dome and she’s assisting someone, a man.
  That makes fifty-two.”
   “The old man must be the one survivor of the original group,” Rianav said. She increased their speed and
  headed toward the road Portegin had mentioned.
   No observer could miss the grid, despite the mud and windblown debris that covered its lattice design,
  for the soil was divided into squares as far as they could see in the rain.
   “Got to give such people credit,” Portegin said. “Heavyworld stock or no, that’s quite a feat. Going from
  nothing to that in four decades.”
   She went far enough across the plateau to confirm that the project was probably finished, then circled
  widely, heading back toward the settlement.
   “Are we going to land?” Portegin asked as they approached. They could see that a crowd waited at the
  edge of the settlement. “The old man’s waving. He expects us to land.” Portegin seemed nervous.
   “It is our mission, after all, Portegin,” Rianav remarked dryly.
   “And none of them have stunners or Aygar’s group would have had ’em,” Titrivell added.
   “Aygar might not have mentioned our encounter to anyone in authority,” Rianav said. “All his welcoming
  party were young.”
   “It’s to their advantage, Lieutenant, to remain ‘unrescued’ until that colony ship arrives,” Titrivell added.
   Portegin snorted. “But we’re here, aren’t we?”
   “It’s not as if they won’t do very well under the Shipwreck Contingencies,” Titrivell said.
   “Aygar has greater ambitions, as we heard,” Rianav noted. “That’s not our problem, fortunately. All we
  had to do was check out the distress call.”
   She landed the sled a hundred meters from the crowd, passing control over to Portegin with the same
  instructions she had given before. With Titrivell behind her, she proceeded up the slight incline. The old
  man, the woman assisting him, hobbled forward as rapidly as he could with a badly twisted leg.
   They might, Rianav thought, have had the metallurgy requisite to make a grid but they’d missed out on
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  medical skill. There had been a medic included in the original expedition, hadn’t there?
   “You’re from the colony ship?” the old man exclaimed excitedly. “You’re orbiting? No need. See,” and
  he gestured to the plateau behind Rianav, “we’ve got the grid laid. You’ve only to lead the ship in.” He
  continued to move forward and Rianav realized that he was about to embrace her.
   She backed off, saluting as a courteous way to avoid contact. “Your pardon, sir, Lieutenant Rianav of
  the Cruiser 218 Zaid-Dayan 43. We picked up your distress signal from the beacon—”
   “Distress signal?” The old man drew himself up to a pridefully arrogant stance, his expression
  contemptuous.
   “We set no distress beacon.”
   He’d been a powerful man at one time, Rianav thought objectively, but under his loose tunic, his muscles
  sagged, stretching the hide at its underseams. Pockets of flesh hung from his big bones.
   “We were abandoned, yes. Most of our equipment smashed in a stampede. We could send no message.
  We’d lost all our sleds and the space shuttle. Those misbegotten, ‘nardy’ high and mighty shippers never
  bothered their heads to come back. But we managed. We survived. We heavyworlders do well on this
  planet. It’s ours. And so you forget that distress beacon. We didn’t set it. We don’t need your sort of
  help—You can’t rob us of what we’ve made.”
   From the corner of her eye, Rianav saw Titrivell draw his stunner. The woman at the old man’s side
  noticed the movement and restrained him, murmuring something which cut through his angry renunciation.
   “Huh! That?” He peered near sightedly and then his face took on a sneering look as he recognized the
  naked weapon. “That’s right. Come among peaceful folk with a stunner. Blast your way through us!
  Take all we’ve worked for these long decades. I told the others we’d never be allowed to keep Ireta.
  You lot always keep the prizes for yourselves, don’t you?”
   “Sir, we answered a distress signal as we are required to do by space law. We will report your
  condition to Fleet Headquarters. In the meantime, may we offer you any medical supplies or—”
   “Do you think we’d take anything from the likes of you?” The old man was spluttering with indignation.
  “Nothing is what we want from you! Leave us alone! We’ve survived! That’s more than the others could
  have done! We’ve survived. This is our world. We’ve earned it. And when—”
   The woman beside him covered his mouth with her hand.
   “That’s enough, Tanegli. They understand.”
   The old man subsided, but as the woman turned to Rianav and Titrivell, he continued to mumble under
  his breath, throwing angry glances at the two spacers.
   “Forgive him, Lieutenant. We bear no malice. And as you see,” her broad gesture took in the
  well-constructed buildings, the fields, the obviously healthy people behind her, “we do very nicely here.
  Thank you for coming but there is no distress now.” She took a half-step forward, her body shielding the
  old man as she added. “He has delusions at his age, about rescuers and about revenge. He is bitter, but
  we are not. Thank you for answering the signal.”
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   “If you didn’t send it, then who did?” Rianav asked.
   The woman shrugged. “Tardma, one of the originals, used to say that a message was sent before the
  stampede. But no one came. She was often contradicted.”
   In her own way, the woman was as eager to be rid of them as Aygar had been. But it was also obvious
  to Rianav that Aygar had said nothing, at least to the woman and the old man, about the earlier
  encounter.
   “Nothing you need from our stores? Medicine? Matrices? Do you have an operative comunit? We can
  request a trader to touch down. They’re always looking for new business and a young settlement ...”
  Rianav looked past Tanegli. The woman must be his daughter, for she bore a resemblance to him. The
  others stood back quietly, but obviously were straining to hear every word. Some of the smaller children
  were working their way round to get a good look at the sled.
   “We’re self-sufficient, Lieutenant,” was the adamant reply.
   “No trouble with the indigenous life-forms? We’ve seen some huge—”
   “This plateau is safe from the large herbivores and their predators.”
   “I shall make my report accordingly.” Rianav saluted and, with a smart about face, strode back to the
  sled with Titrivell.
   She didn’t like having her back to the group. She could feel the tension in Titrivell but Discipline kept her
  pace controlled and suppressed her urge to look behind her.
   Tension showed in Portegin’s face and he shoved the canopy back hard enough for it to bounce forward
  again on its track. Rianav and Titrivell wasted no time climbing into the sled and were barely seated when
  Portegin executed a fast vertical lift and without spoken order, headed directly back over the falls.
   “Every single one of those adults was bigger than we are by a third of a meter, Lieutenant,” Portegin
  said. His lips were dry.
   “As soon as we’re out of sight behind that ridge, take a direct course to our camp, helmsman.”
   “They might not have had gravity to contend with,” Titrivell remarked, “but that’s a mighty fit bunch of
  people.”
   “They’d have to be to survive on this planet and keep their aim in mind.”
   “Their aim, Lieutenant?”
   “Yes, helmsman. They want to own all of this planet, not just that plateau or whatever other rights they’d
  possess on a shipwreck claim.”
   “But they can’t do that! Can they, Lieutenant?” Portegin shifted uneasily in the pilot’s seat, clasping and
  reclasping the control bar with anxious, quick fingers.
   “We’ll know more after we’ve made our report to the proper authorities, helmsman.”
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   Then it was Rianav’s turn to fidget, rubbing her fingers across her forehead because what she said
  sounded somehow wrong, and she couldn’t imagine why.
   They were silent all the way back to the base; a silence partly imposed by the stormy weather, which
  made conversation in the sled difficult, partly due to the fatigue of Rianav and Titrivell as they came down
  from the height of Discipline.
   Suddenly the sun, as if bored with meteorological displays, melted through the clouds and they were
  treated to vast panoramas of jungle, clear to the distant southern range of volcanoes, and on the east to
  the thrust of high jagged peaks, bare of the luxuriant, purple and green vegetation that seemed
  indestructible. Glancing around, Rianav caught sight of the three winged fliers and her anxiety dissipated
  for a reason she was unable to fathom.
   The three remained discreetly above and behind the sled until Portegin descended to the vertical landing
  point in front of the camp’s veil screen. As Rianav climbed out of the sled, the golden fliers circled once
  and then disappeared to the northwest. As she had felt comforted by their curious escort, now she felt
  sad at their abrupt departure.
   The veil screen opened and a woman walked out to meet them.
   “Report, Varian.”
   Blinking in confusion, Rianav gave her head a sharp shake. She did not recognize that person as part of
  her command.
   “I promised you a barrier, Varian,” the woman said with a droll smile. “Did I set it too deep?”
   At that posthypnotic cue, the overlay of Rianav gave way to Varian. “Krims! Lunzie, how did you
  manage that sort of change?” Varian turned around staring at Triv who had so recently been another
  person entirely, and Portegin.
   Triv was shaking his head, too, while Portegin, emerging from the sled, nearly fell in his surprise.
   “Hey, what happened? We’re not from any cruiser!” As the realization of his day’s adventure seeped
  into his true self, Portegin collapsed against the side of the sled. “You mean, we just went in among those
  heavyworlders and ... How?”
   “Lunzie did it,” Varian said laughing with relief and nervousness as she absorbed the enormity of what
  they had done.
   “He who thinks he’s telling the truth is more convincing Portegin,” Lunzie remarked.
   “And you made sure our truths matched?” Triv asked.
   “I’m better pleased that they weren’t needed. Come on in,” Lunzie said, wagging her hand to indicate
  tiny insects flying through the veil opening. “Kai’s fretted long enough.
   “He’s improving?” Varian asked.
   “Slowly. That fringe toxemia is affecting his sense of touch. He burned his hand, picking up a hot shell
  and wasn’t aware of heat or pain. I smelled the seared flesh. We must all watch out for him.”
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   Varian, entering the domed shelter, found herself viewing it with Rianav’s values: neat, functional on a
  primitive level, but cramped. Rianav also looked over the slightly built man—the effects of the poisoning
  were evident in his posture as well as the pallor of his face. Aygar was more to Rianav’s liking. Varian
  reasserted herself with an angry shake of her head. She was not Rianav, the lieutenant of a nonexistent
  cruiser; she was Varian, veterinary xenobiologist. It was obvious from the state of Kai’s health, that she
  must assume the leadership of what remained of the expedition. Or was she leader? Lunzie had been
  acting far more decisively than she and along more constructive lines. Rianav lingered in Varian’s
  perceptions. Varian wished fervently to be only herself again, without these disruptive second thoughts.
   “I am glad you got back safely, Varian,” Kai said, his face lighting with a wide smile. Odd blotches
  marred his face where the fringe punctures had healed but left bleached circles. Varian wondered if that
  flesh was desensitized as well. “Lunzie kept reassuring me you’d be safe but I don’t trust those
  heavyworlders.”
   “They’re not heavyworlders any more,” Triv said with a derisive snort. “Not even Tanegli. He’s just a
  crippled flabby old man with delusions.”
   “I’d question the use of ‘delusions’, Varian said, sounding like her alter ego again.
   “Why don’t you start at the beginning?” Lunzie suggested.
   But once they had seated themselves and Varian began speaking, she was Rianav, reporting dry fact.
  Triv added his observations while Portegin listened, occasionally shaking his head as if he could not
  reconcile his barriered experience with what he was hearing.
   “Did Tanegli recognize you?” Kai asked.
   “No. But then he hardly expected to see us,” Varian said, aware of a vague sadness for Tanegli’s
  disintegrating body and personality. Or was that Rianav thinking? “We presented ourselves as a rescue
  party and while only a week of subjective time has passed for us, it was forty-three years for him.”
   “Rianav—I mean ...” Triv corrected himself with a laugh and then a sly glance at her, “Varian makes a
  convincing lieutenant, Kai.”
   “Our appearance, even as a rescue team, upset Tanegli,” Varian went on, determined to suppress one
  set of her reactions. “He expected to see heavyworlder colonists emerge from that sled, reporting from
  their mother ship.”
   “Aygar didn’t mention his encounter with you?”
   “No—”
   “And he hand-picked his reception committee at the old compound,” Triv said with a derisory grin.
  “Only they weren’t fast enough for Disciplined troops.” When Lunzie gave him a sideways glance of
  amusement, Triv’s expression turned to one of chagrin. “Well, we were Disciplined and we thought we
  were troops.”
   “So you used the stunners?” Lunzie’s question was more statement.
   “They made the difference all right,” Varian said. “On medium, they’d only be immobilized about fifty
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  minutes. It was raining.”
   “A thoroughly chastening experience for your friends, I’ve no doubt,” Lunzie said. “It’s also less likely
  they’ll mention their abortive attempt when they return to the plateau. Not that that matters one way or
  another.”
   “You mean, our deception will be discovered when the colony ship lands?” Kai asked.
   Lunzie blinked once as if he had taken her meaning entirely wrong, but he couldn’t think how.
   “First thing they’d do after landing is try to find us,” Varian said, “once they have the equipment and
  personnel to mount a planet-wide search.”
   “Oh?” Lunzie was amused. “I thought you said you were a convincing rescue team.”
   “Yes, but ...”
   “That colony ship is not coming in with due authorization from FSP,” said Lunzie, ticking off her points.
  “You said they had primitive hydroelectric plants? Then they’ve enough to send pulsed code signals to
  alert the colony ship. Which, because it is not authorized, will not wish to be challenged by any FSP
  cruisers in the system. Remember, colony-sized ships have got to start slowing once they enter a solar
  system. They’d come in on a polar entry, more than likely. Did you see a beacon during your sweep of
  the settlement?”
   “No, too hazy, but I’d say it was on the far edge of the grid, on the ridge,” Portegin said.
   “Would it have a reciprocal facility?” Lunzie asked.
   “They had all the spare matrices from the shuttle,” Portegin said in a sour tone.
   “Bakkun had the basic technical knowledge to improvise,” Kai said, remembering the man’s personnel
  record.
   “It’ll buy us more time if they have augmented their communications,” said Lunzie, pleased.
   “More time for what and how?” Varian asked. She was surprised to see a twinkle in the medic’s eyes as
  Lunzie turned to her.
   “To establish our own claims on Ireta. Believe me, with as grand a larceny as this, no colony ship
  commander is going to land unless he’s very sure there isn’t a cruiser lurking behind one of Ireta’s moons
  or—” Lunzie turned to Portegin. “Do we have enough matrices to contact the Ryxi?”
   “The Ryxi?” Varian was startled by the question. She glared at Lunzie in sudden antagonism. The Ryxi
  mustn’t learn about the giffs.
   “I’d quite forgotten about them,” Kai said.
   “I’d rather we didn’t,” Varian said in a tight voice. “How could they help us?”
   “Why would they?” Triv wanted to know.
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   “Vrl wasn’t pleased with Kai’s report about the giffs,” Varian began urgently. “You must know what the
  Ryxi are like, Lunzie?”
   “Oh, I do. As I recall it, Kai, you mentioned that the Ryxi had sent out a homing capsule directing their
  colony ship to start. They’d be well settled in by now—”
   “Why would they help us?” Kai asked. He was as unhappy about contacting the Ryxi as Varian but for
  a less altruistic motive. “They probably assumed that the ARCT-10 picked us up decades ago.”
   “The Ryxi generally employ human crew for their space craft,” Lunzie said, cutting through Kai’s
  objections. “I’d be vastly surprised if they didn’t have a supply ship calling in at intervals.”
   “You mean to ask them to pose as Varian’s cruiser? What good would that do except delay the colony
  ship a while?”
   “Any delay helps our purpose.” Lunzie was unruffled.
   “And what is our purpose?” Varian asked, a little relieved that perhaps the Ryxi needn’t personally be
  involved.
   “Delay. Especially to delay that colony ship from landing and consolidating the heavyworlders’ gains.”
   “Their plans have worked out very well so far,” Varian said. “They have established and maintained a
  settlement on a brutal, primitive world—”
   “Whose side are you on?” Kai asked, startled by her comment.
   “Ours, of course. But you can’t deny that the survivors have done a thundering good job of being
  stranded—for whatever reason.”
   “They are, however,” and Lunzie’s cool tone rebuked Varian more pointedly than Kai’s agitation,
  “about to commit grand theft against the Federated Sentient Planets.”
   “Grand theft?” Triv was torn between laughter and shock.
   “What else do you call stealing a planet?” Lunzie asked, completely serious. “Which is what they’ll
  achieve if that colony ship lands. Oh, FSP can still charge Tanegli with mutiny ...” and Lunzie shrugged at
  that useless display of legality. “We, and the sleepers, will get sweet nothing for a lapse of forty-three
  years because we didn’t produce any significant results in opening the planet.”
   “We were sent on an exploratory mission,” Kai began defensively.
   “Which remains incomplete.” Lunzie made another eloquent shrug of her shoulders.
   “What are you driving at, Lunzie?” Varian asked.
   “If we, too, make a significant contribution, the planet cannot be ceded entirely to the Heavyworld
  colonists, even if their ship lands. We do that by continuing with the original intention of the landing party:
  a survey of the geological and xenobiological features. It would be better if we could prevent the colony
  ship’s landing, any way we can. If we somehow validate the ‘rescue’ before the colony ship sets down,
  we could limit the settlers to that part they have worked.”
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   “They’d do right well then,” Triv said with a long sigh, “for the plateau is iron-rich. Aulia and I also found
  significant uranium traces along the up thrust of that long mountain chain the day they mutinied. Never did
  have a chance to tell you that, Kai.”
   “One wouldn’t wish them to have nothing for their labors,” Lunzie said with deep irony, before she
  turned to Varian. “There’re also your pets, the giffs, Varian, who need to be permitted to evolve without
  interference. I’d go before the Supreme Council to defend their protection as a patently intelligent
  species.”
   “The whole planet should fall under that protection,” Varian declared.
   “Quite possibly,” Lunzie said, “especially if Trizein’s notion is correct about this planet’s having some
  how been populated with species from Earth’s Mesozoic age. That could be the preemptive
  consideration.”
   “Not with a world as rich as transuranics as this.” Kai said in a tone that brooked no contradiction.
   “The two are not mutually exclusive,” Lunzie remarked mildly. “But if the colony ship gets down ...”
   “And if we should be found?” Triv asked.
   “Which is undoubtedly the first thing Aygar would instruct them to do,” Varian said, remembering the
  fury in that young man’s eyes, promising retribution.
   “We could use Dimenon and Margit,” Kai said thoughtfully into the silence that followed.
   “And Trizein,” Lunzie said.
   “Why him?” Portegin asked. “He’s only an analyst and he wouldn’t have any facilities.”
   “He’s our authority on the Mesozoic zoology,” Lunzie said.
   “Portegin, could you rig a jammer for the communications mast at the plateau?” Kai asked.
   “That’d mean getting close to the settlement again,” Portegin was making no secret of his disinclination.
   “Not very close,” Triv remarked blandly.
   “They wouldn’t be expecting a ‘rescue’ party to interfere,” Kai said with a grin.
   “Good point,” Varian said, pleased and relieved that her co-leader was reasserting himself. “And the
  sooner that is done, the better.”
   “Agreed!” Lunzie’s single word was unexpectedly emphatic. “But, if doing that would use matrices
  required to reach the Ryxi ...”
   “No, I think enough are available,” Portegin said blithely unaware of the consternation on the faces of
  both Kai and Varian.
   “Kai,” and Lunzie turned almost brusquely from the technician, “how clearly do you recall the deposits
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  of ore we’d already found?”
   “Very clearly,” Kai said in a tone that he hoped Lunzie would interpret.
   “Excellent. When I go back to the shuttle, I’ll run fiber through the synthesizer for writing material.
  Trizein never forgets anything he’s analyzed, so he can rewrite his notes.”
   “Terilla could repeat those exquisite drawings of hers,” Varian said.
   “Children do not adapt well to the trauma of elapsed time,” said Lunzie in a cool voice. “It’s hard
  enough on adults to realize that most of their friends, and probably all their immediate family are aged or
  dead.” The silence that greeted her remark caused her to glance at each of their faces. Her expression
  was kinder as she went on. “It’s hard enough for us, but at least we have a task to which we can devote
  our energies.” She paused again, looking about her. “I think we’d best get some sleep now. We’ve a lot
  to begin tomorrow.”
   CHAPTER EIGHT
   About halfway through that restless night, Varian realized that with the possible exception of Lunzie, no
  one was finding sleep easy. She was divided between the desire to talk out the day’s puzzles and the
  privacy of the night in which to sort out her muddled reactions.
   The revelation that Lunzie had so subtly overlaid her consciousness with that of Rianav distressed
  Varian. Not because she minded assuming an alter ego but because, as Rianav, her reactions to the
  mutineers’ descendants, and even toward Tanegli, had been sympathetic rather than vengeful. As Varian,
  she ought not to have any compassion for the man, considering that he and his fellows had robbed her of
  forty-three years of the companionship of her friends and relatives. Not to mention the minor fact that the
  mutiny had probably placed Varian’s advancement in the Service in jeopardy. And the Service now
  constituted Varian’s anchor. Her parents could be dead. Her brother and two sisters, all her friends,
  would be entering their seventh or eighth decades and their thoughts would be turned to whatever
  retirement activity they had earned during their productive years. They would hardly be likely to welcome
  a youthful Varian.
   How many times had this experience happened to Lunzie? The question popped unexpectedly into
  Varian’s drowsing mind and shook her out of the brief spate of self pity. Lunzie had subtly altered since
  Varian awakened her. Or perhaps, Varian, immersed in her xenobiology, had simply failed to take a
  proper measure of the medic. Lunzie had kept pretty much to herself and her duties before the mutiny.
  Lunzie’s Service profile had indicated nothing unusual. Nor was it unusual for a medic to be Disciplined.
  Lunzie’s posting to their expedition had all the elements of coincidence ... but was it? Since she had
  revealed herself Adept, and showed a great deal of knowledge about the phenomenology of shipwreck,
  salvage legalities, and improper colonial takeovers. Had Lunzie been shipwrecked before?
   Varian sighed, unable to correlate the nagging inconsistencies. She was deeply sorry for Kai. She’d seen
  his hands shaking and the occasional body spasms that everyone pretended not to notice. Would he
  regain his sense of touch? And lose those disfiguring white patches from the fringe punctures? She
  wanted him whole, his old self, her friend and lover, as antidote to the attraction she felt for Aygar.
   What were the fringes, for Krims’ sake? Aygar said they were warmth seekers. But she and Triv had
  unearthed the sleds and not been attacked. Warmth? The Thek, Tor, would have radiated more warmth
  than forty humans while it was plowing back and forth across the old compound in search of the buried
  core. Tor, the family friend, had attracted the fringe, and left Kai to its embrace.
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   Varian thought that Lunzie was right not to rouse the children. Poor kids. And yet, they might still have
  living parents delighted to see them alive, even if their childhood friends would all now be in their middle
  decades. Wait a moment! Lunzie must be wrong. Children tended to adapt easily. Was Lunzie protecting
  the children for her own obscure reason? Varian could think of none and Terilla would be an asset with
  her exquisite drawing. Bonnard had already proved his initiative and resourcefulness. However, Varian
  approved that Aulia would remain in cold sleep. No one had time to deal with hysterical temperament.
   Varian told herself to stop running on in her mind and get some sleep. She was tired enough, wasn’t she?
  And tomorrow would be stressful in other ways. Now, how could she make up for forty-three-years gap
  in her xenobiological research? Some place in the middle of plotting her attempt, Varian drifted off to
  sleep.
   Kai eased himself as quietly as possible into various positions but he couldn’t achieve lasting comfort or
  sleep. Insomnia was a new sensation; he seemed to have spent most of his days lately either deeply
  asleep or drowsing.
   Kai had not previously thought much of his personal appearance, or his body, which had been healthy as
  long as he could remember. But then, on a compound ship, one underwent periodical physicals as
  preventive measures. The ARCT-10’s medical department had diagnostic data from every system
  known to the FSP and could synthesize the rarest medicines and vaccines; ill health was quickly
  remedied. Varian might not want contact with the Ryxi but if Lunzie was correct and the Ryxi had
  employed human mercenaries as ship crews, the crew members probably had access to treatment.
  Somewhere in the Federated Sentient Planets, a remedy for his condition could be found. Well, he could
  do nothing about it just then. He moved again, slowly, trying to make as little sound as possible though it
  occurred to him that sleepers normally move frequently and everyone else seemed motionless. Were they
  all awake with troublesome thoughts? And which thoughts?
   He’d bet anything that Varian was worried about the Ryxi coming to Ireta and “investigating” her giffs.
  He could understand that in her. What he found harder to comprehend was her attitude towards the
  mutineers’ descendants. Descendants? Survivors? Precolonists? Of course, that could just be a matter of
  shaking off the personality Lunzie had created as a protection for the ruse. But Varian was planet-bred
  and so she might sympathize with any successful implantation whereas he, ship-bred, had a more
  universal view. Or did he? Was he merely biased in another direction?
   Kai had noticed that Triv, too, seemed ambivalent to the industrious settlers. Had it not been for the
  solidarity of the team behind Lunzie’s suggestions to continue the geological and xenobiological surveys,
  Kai would have serious doubts about their loyalties.
   Odd, too, that not one of them had mentioned the ARCT-10 or expressed concern over the fate of its
  huge complement of sentient beings. Kai suppressed resentment. The ARCT-10 had been his home but
  Triv, Portegin, Lunzie, and Varian were all contract specialists, gleaned from other star systems. The
  ship-bred of his detachment had been Gaber, now dead, Aulia, himself, and the three children, Terilla,
  Cleiti, and Bonnard. He was the only one awake who considered the ARCT-10 home, so he ought not
  to fault his team mates.
   What had happened to the ARCT-10? To the best of Kai’s recollection, no compound ship of her size
  had ever been destroyed. Units had been shattered or pierced, with loss of life, but an entire compound
  ship? The size of a small satellite? Kai really didn’t care what happened to the heavyworlders and their
  bid for Ireta. He would like to see even old Tanegli tried for mutiny. But other rich worlds lay ready for
  FSP to exploit—so long as his set of survivors profited. But he did want to know what had delayed the
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  ARCT-10, where she’d been, what she’d done, why wasn’t she here, if only to heal his distressing
  condition. He drifted off to sleep finally, trying to rationalize the nonappearance of his ship.
   Triv lulled himself to sleep by repeating the coordinates of the finds made by the teams until he was sure
  he had the figures correct. At first, he had been annoyed to think that he’d be done out of the bonuses
  he’d anticipated from the expedition. He was much cheered to realize that something could be rescued to
  pay for lost time. Of course, his credit balances would have appreciated during cold sleep. As long as his
  whereabouts were uncertain, no credit organization could disperse his holdings. He amused himself by
  calculating the current balance at forty-three years’ accumulated and compound interest. Having made
  few personal ties anywhere, Triv was not especially bothered by the elapsed decades. So long as his
  monies appreciated with interest, and he collected a just percentage of the wealth that was obviously to
  be mined on Ireta, he was satisfied.
   He heard a soft scraping noise and turned his head slightly. Kai again. He experienced a fleeting
  sympathy for the man that only proved to Triv how right he was to avoid attachments of any kind. Pretty
  soon now, if the Iretan prospects lived up to his expectations and he could live off the interest of his
  credit balance, he’d find himself one of the less frequented planets, a soft leisurely world. He’d link up
  with some obliging person to attend his physical needs and then he’d do whatever he fancied, when he
  fancied it. Meanwhile, a geologist with his ratings, a Disciple as well, never lacked assignments.
   Although Portegin was some what relieved that Aulia was not going to be awakened, it irritated him, too.
  He knew her faults but they worked well as a team and they got on even better as a pairing. He was
  beginning to miss her now he was fully revived from the cold sleep. Then he brightened at a second
  thought: Aulia would be much more likely to contract with him since they were contemporaries. She’d
  really have difficulty forming a new relationship among those her subjective age.
   Portegin was still irked by Lunzie’s manipulations. He’d never said she could tinker with his mind, no
  matter if she had Kai’s and Varian’s consent. He was aware that Adepts never misused their abilities,
  which was why so few were allowed to attain that rank, but her interference rankled. In fact, the only
  good to come out of the day had been the assurance that they wouldn’t lose out on mineral and ore
  bonuses. He wondered if Kai and Varian would go for stretching their subjective time a little, say, back
  three or four years; one got only subsistence rate for being asleep on an assignment, no matter the
  reason. He wished Kai would get settled, even though the man was trying to be considerate, moving
  slowly. Too considerate, because his slow deliberate attempts to cut down noise made the process
  longer. Lunzie hadn’t so much as stirred since she lay down.
   Portegin had to admire the medic. Not for a single moment had he suspected her of being more than just
  a healer. He drifted into unconsciousness while calculating possible totals to his bonuses.
   Lunzie didn’t move because her mind had commanded her body to relax while she reviewed the day’s
  achievements: satisfactory on many counts—though Varian’s obvious attraction to the settler, Aygar,
  might become a problem. Distract Varian with the giffs, put her on her professional mettle to protect that
  species. Lunzie actually shared the girl’s reluctance to have the Ryxi learn over-much about the golden
  fliers. A most remarkable species, those giffs. It would be very interesting to discover how they, and
  immense herbivores and grotesque predators of Mesozoic Terra, got to Ireta. All too pat, this planet so
  perfect for the continuation of a totally useless series of beings. The planet was rife with anomalies.
  Puzzles pleased Lunzie, especially if she solved them in advance of anyone else. This assignment was
  generating more riddles than she had ever encountered before. A routine assignment, huh? She ran
  through her probabilities again and decided that she had a better than average chance of pulling a hat
  trick. Then she chuckled silently at her unconscious use of such an anachronism. Space helmet trick?
  Well, she oughtn’t to be greedy: that led to overconfidence, a state of mind which imperiled more than it
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  aided. Two successes would mollify the Council of Adepts. However, if the two most important aspects
  of the assignment ended satisfactorily, it was logical to assume that the others would as well. Aware that
  she could juggle variations and probabilities all night and not fathom half the ramifications possible in this
  set of circumstances—and that without allowing for random factors—Lunzie initiated the hypnotic
  sequence that would end in sleep.
   The next morning, after a potent breakfast stew, Lunzie took the four-men sled back to the giff cave.
  Varian went off with Portegin in one of the smaller sleds, combining both xenob and geological scouting.
  Triv went prospecting in an area where the radiation counter had begun chattering at the end of the
  previous day’s swing. Kai couldn’t keep his eagerness to inspect the find out of his voice, but in his
  weakened condition, he was more useful as duty officer. And he was kept busier than anticipated for the
  reason that they lacked materials on which to keep notes and mark coordinates. However, as the
  campsite contained a level area of packed dirt, Kai used a sharp stick to inscribe the figures as they were
  called in, plus whatever additional notes were relayed. On the other side of the path from his message
  board, he began working on as detailed a map of Ireta as he could call to mind. He started with his
  recollection of the basement rock area which was unlikely to have changed much in elapsed forty-three
  years. As he sketched, Kai grinned to himself. The others could fault Tor the Thek as much as they
  wished, but to him, the fact that the Thek had come to Ireta in search of the long-lost core of obvious
  Thek manufacture was a personal triumph. If the artifact had not been so significant to the Thek, Kai was
  certain that Tor would have remained. But why had it taken forty-three years to rouse the Thek to
  investigate?
   Kai marked in the immense northeastern plain where the butte formations had caused them to place the
  secondary camp. He was tempted to place pebbles to signify the rocky outcroppings. He wasn’t sure of
  the terrain leading to the settlement but Triv said it was probably a raised sea bed of geologically recent
  upheaval. Quite likely, since it would have been beyond the “safer” basement area, at the edge of one set
  of the planet’s restless tectonic plates. Volcanic disturbances had been recorded in the brief time the
  team had been there.
   Kai had to leave the pole areas as terra incognita. Because of Ireta’s peculiar formation and its very hot
  thermal core, the poles were hotter then the equator and considerably more active. Massive changes
  might have taken place there even in a brief four decade span.
   Lunzie interrupted his cartographical labors to report her safe arrival at the cave, adding that she’d been
  escorted by three giffs. She had picked up sufficient vegetable fiber en route to supply them with plenty
  of pulp paper, and while arousing the sleepers, she intended to make use of her spare time to experiment
  with juices that might make an ink. She favored the hadrosaur nut for the shell left a stain on the fingers.
   Kai could not help but feel chagrined when he returned to his map but then he took heart—this map was
  three dimensional and much larger than any paper Lunzie could manufacture. He began to make mud
  mountains and simulate the giffs’ inland sea, then he sighted the three camps with flags made of twig and
  triangular purple leaves.
   Varian reported in next about the first pitch blend deposit, interrupting his construction of the terrain. She
  was telltagging great herds of beasts, varieties of hadrosaur she had not previously noted, and was nearly
  to the Great Rift where the carotene grass grew.
   Kai returned to his work and gouged out the Rift. He was rather enjoying himself by then and was not
  too pleased to have his Rift-making interrupted by another summons to the comunit. It was Varian, highly
  excited. She’d flown across the smoking trail of recent lava flow and observed fringes large and small:
  some were hunting while others were folded, their thin envelopes swollen with prey.
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   “Some are even attached to the big beasts. Those stupids don’t seem to know they’re being eaten alive.
  And there’s nothing I can do.”
   “Did you bring a stunner with you, Varian?” Kai asked.
   “Kai, we don’t have enough charges to waste ...”
   “Don’t waste, Varian. Just see if the fringes are deterred by a stun charge.”
   “Point’s taken,” she replied in an odd tone. “I’ll use it on some animal that has a chance.” She signed off.
   How much warmth would attract a fringe? Kai wondered as he watered dirt to make a mountain range
  beyond the Rift. Apparently Triv and Varian had not been warm enough to attract the one at the old
  compound. The current campsite, erected as temporary quarters for two geologists, was going to be
  cramped with seven. Was that over the critical warmth mass? If it was, would fringes be deterred by a
  forcescreen? Kai rose from his map-making and prowled the perimeter. The ground sloped away from
  the ridge on which the dome rested. A barren rocky outcrop several meters beyond had defeated even
  Ireta’s vegetation. They’d have visual warning of an attack by fringes.
   The creatures’ emergence as predators was another of Ireta’s puzzles. There hadn’t been much talk
  between himself and Varian. He’d been ill, of course, and she and Lunzie had done as they both saw to
  the advantage of the group. That was only logical. But he couldn’t shake the notion that Varian was more
  distant. He tried not to relate that to her encounter with Aygar and the mutineers’ descendants. He was
  wrong to call them that, perhaps, but the term sprang readily to mind. He must be imagining things: there
  was no change in Varian, merely the vestiges of the barriers that Lunzie had set for her protection.
   The buzz of the comunit was a welcome interruption. Triv reported that he had detected a high ironstone
  reading along a vast ridge but his sled had flushed an unusual number of large creatures from the thick
  vegetation covering the ridge.
   “Not that landing for a sample would do us any good, but a sample of the rock makes a nice display
  until we have assay materials.” The geologist snorted. “We should have been asking for supplies from
  Aygar’s folk instead of offering them.”
   “They’re an iron-age technology, Triv. We want to be in the transuranics. Forget the metals: watch that
  counter!”
   Though Kai went back to his map, he had lost all enthusiasm for it. He had a wayward urge to trample it
  down into the soil from which he had raised it. He had in fact lifted one foot to obliterate the mountain
  when he caught sight of his bloodied fist. Startled, he examined the hand and then the other, and hastily
  returned to the dome to wash away the mud and examine the damage he hadn’t felt. Fortunately it was
  no more than scrapes and minor cuts. He was still examining his hands when the first of the sleds
  returned. He almost resented the intrusion on his solitude.
   No sooner had Triv parked his sled than the second, with Varian and Portegin, emerged from the
  evening haze. Varian halted Triv’s entrance to the veil, saying she’d a lot of fruit and bean pods to bring
  in. No sooner were the three inside the screen than Triv saw the relief map and would have dropped his
  burden had not Varian shouted. Then she and Portegin stood, arms full, exclaiming over Kai’s
  improvisation.
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   “I’d have to check scale,” Kai said, disclaiming their fulsome compliments, “and, of course, we don’t
  know how the polar region or the southern tip have changed with tectonic action ...”
   “Are you in there?” A harsh shout at the veil entrance distracted them.
   “It’s Lunzie,” Varian cried, looking hastily about her for a spot to place her burdens.
   “Come on, you three,” the medic called, “this bunch isn’t too steady on their feet yet. Kai, operate this
  damned veil.”
   In the excitement of welcoming Trizein, Margit, and Dimenon, Kai was relieved that Lunzie had no time
  to notice his hands, which he kept at his sides. Then Varian called him to help her unload the rest of her
  harvest while the newly-awakened were made comfortable in the dome.
   “If you’ll just hold your arms out, Kai ...” Varian stared down at the hand he obediently held upward for
  a load. She started to touch his scored fingers and then stopped, staring at his face. “That does it, Kai.
  We contact someone who can remedy this. Even a freighter will have medical files on its computer.”
   “Varian, if the Ryxi—”
   “I’ve an override to protect my own species first, Kai.” She exhaled, part in exasperation, part in anger
  until her eyes, avoiding his, fell on the map, its mountain mounds and the Rift outlined in the last of the
  westerly light. “And that’s a contribution, too!”
   She finished loading his extended arms, grinning conspiratorially at him as she artistically draped bean
  pod leaves over his hands and then gave him an affectionate shove back to the dome.
   Trizein provided an almost continuous monologue on the types, probable evolutionary steps, habit,
  temperament, and breeding methods of all the creatures he had seen on his way from the giff cave to
  theirs. According to Dimenon’s amused aside, the chemist had nearly driven Lunzie to fury by his
  insistence that they divert the journey to follow this or that species until he had had a close enough look.
  He had also appropriated some of the pulp sheets Lunzie had extruded for Kai, insisting that his work
  would be far more important in the eyes of the FSP than any merely prodigious amount of transuranic
  elements. “Why, the discovery of those beasts would settle for once and all an argument that had
  exercised centuries of paleontologists, biologists, and xenobiologists—the possibility of convergent
  biology, of similar life-forms evolving from cellular stews on different planets. He added, complete with
  wild gestures, that its happening with a third-generation sun was utterly improbable, incredible, and
  unlikely—as any zoologist of the lowest rating would tell you.
   Trizein continued in this vein, occasionally stopping to admire one of his many sketches, apologizing for
  its rudeness and correcting a line or contour, until Lunzie announced that everyone had better eat
  something, then shoved Trizein’s bowl under his nose.
   The man’s enthusiasm was so infectious that even Kai found himself smiling at the man’s joy.
   “We’ll go out again, tomorrow, Trizein,” Varian said, her voice bubbling with good humor. “I’ve the Rift
  grasses. Lunzie, do you need to synthesize—”
   “More paper at the rate Trizein’s using it up,” the medic said with a sniff, but she’d a twinkle in her eye
  as well.
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   “Lunzie what did the heavyworlders do for vitamin C if it’s so necessary to our diet?” asked Triv.
   “This is a huge continent. If there is one such area of carotene-rich grass to supply these ancient beasties
  of Trizein’s, undoubtedly there’s another. Divisti would have known about the need for vitamin C or
  they’d all be without hair and teeth—which I gather they weren’t.” Lunzie shot a glance at Varian.
   “Portegin ought to go with you, Lunzie, and dismantle the beacon mast.” Varian had everyone’s stunned
  attention. “I’ve given the matter considerable thought and, if, as you suggested, the Ryxi have employed
  human mercenary ships and crew, that’s who’d be sent to answer any call from us. I don’t feel we can
  achieve enough without proper equipment. The heavyworlders got what they wanted, and I refuse to see
  us deprived of more than time.”
   “More than time?” Dimenon demanded with considerable agitation.
   “That’s all so far,” Margit said blandly. “The beacon does register our finds to our credit, doesn’t it,
  Kai?” When Kai nodded, she went on, “So, our claims are valid—”
   “Until the colony ship settles,” Lunzie said. Her tenacity to that theme was beginning to puzzle Kai. She
  turned to Varian then and said, “I doubt that a Ryxi would answer a call from here. What’s his feather—”
  and she wound her hand in the air as a memory aid, looking at Kai.
   “Vrl,” he supplied coldly.
   “That Vrl’s probably still alive. I doubt he cares.”
   “Ryxi have a long life span on low-gravity planets,” Varian said, “but it’s a chance we’ve got to risk. It’s
  worth far more in terms of the supplies we must have to achieve our original objectives.” She turned to
  Lunzie. “Tomorrow, Rianav and the helmsman from Cruiser 218-ZD-43 will make a second run to the
  plateau,” and she inclined her head significantly. “We’ll jam their beacon and then get a message off to
  the Ryxi.”
   “If a freighter is in,” Kai added, “give them a course that’ll fly past the mutineers’ camp. That’ll make
  them think twice about calling in their colony ship.”
   “Will there be someone to take me out tomorrow?” Trizein asked plaintively.
   “I will,” Triv replied.
   “Then we can get on with surveying?” Margit asked hopefully.
   “You’d better!” Kai said.
   “I could stay in as coordinator, Kai,” Lunzie said.
   “Appreciated, Lunzie, but I’ve got to compose a message for the Ryxi ...”
   Varian’s unrepentant grin, reminding him of previous occasions when he’d been left to communicate with
  the Ryxi, lifted Kai’s spirits.
   It was very early in the morning when Rianav roused her helmsman for an early start on their mission. A
  hearty stew was simmering in the hearth pot when the medic awoke. Although Rianav knew that nothing
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  could have penetrated the force screen that surrounded the dome, it made her uneasy that no watch had
  been kept on what was, after all, a hostile planet. Still, the medic could close the screen after they had
  left. Which she did, with a silent wave of good luck as they departed in the two-man sled.
   The gloom of cloudy night surrounded them and Rianav was glad they had flown the course before and
  had some knowledge of the terrain. She kept the sled at a respectable altitude. The telltagger’s infrequent
  spouting was the only noise to break the silence as they sped northeast.
   They were an hour into their journey when the telltagger rattled hysterically.
   “Krims! What was that?” Portegin demanded.
   “Something awful big, Lieutenant!”
   “There’s nothing airborne that big on this planet ...”
   “I hope!”
   “Heat register’s too high, anyhow.” Rianav hauled the sled to starboard, her quick action preventing a
  collision. A massive object streaked across their previous line of flight. They could follow the bright
  yellow-white exhausts as the vessel flashed by on their Portside.
   “What under the seven suns was that?” Portegin asked, craning his neck to follow its course.
   “A medium-light space vessel to judge by the propulsion configuration.”
   “From the heavies’ camp?” Portegin’s voice rang with understandable concern.
   “I doubt it, helmsman. It came from due east, not northeast.”
   “Scouts?”
   “Not that large a ship.”
   “Unless that colonist transport also carries military craft ...” Portegin added.
   “Belay that, helmsman. We don’t need to borrow trouble. We have our orders.”
   “So we do, sir.” At the skepticism and near impudence in her subordinate’s tone, Rianav grinned to
  herself. “Ma’am, shouldn’t we inform base camp? And shouldn’t we inform our cruiser of this violation of
  Ireta’s air space?”
   “Not if it also informs that intruder of the whereabouts of our base camp, helmsman. The cruiser would
  have observed the entry. I see no point in breaking comsilence and informing a listener of our presence.
  Especially as we are heading toward the plateau.”
   “But, if the Heavyworld transport is down, we don’t need to jam that beacon.”
   “First we get to the plateau, helmsman.” Rianav spoke firmly enough to repress further suggestions.
   The sullen Iretan dawn lightened the skies just as they reached the first of the falls below the plateau.
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   “Lieutenant, isn’t that awfully bright for dawn?” asked Portegin, pointing slightly to starboard. A
  luminous bright yellow formed a curious circle under pendulous Iretan clouds.
   “Damn funny!” Rianav piled on power and took the little sled up at a steep angle to get maximum height
  while still in the shelter of the hills surrounding the plateau.
   Then several things happened at once.
   “This is rescue mission! Is anyone on that beacon?” demanded an impatient voice. After a moment of
  silence, the voice spoke to someone in the background. “No luck on this frequency, sir ... Roger. All
  freq. at max. power.”
   The telltagger began to hum. Not chatter or squawk but the hum which experience told Rianav was a
  large airborne object slowly approaching them from a height.
   “A ship? can you see it, Portgin?”
   “No. Shouldn’t I answer the rescue hail?”
   “Not if they’re homing in on this beacon? We say nothing. Oh Krims! and bollix!” Rianav swore fiercely
  and loudly, trying to deny what they saw.
   “We’ve had it!” Portegin’s resigned words came out in an awed whisper.
   They had risen above the screening terrain, the hills from which the iron ore had been mined to cushion
  the vast bulk of the transport ship which was settling to earth. The light seen by Rianav and Portegin was
  radiating from its underside and from arc lights surrounding the landing site.
   “That isn’t what’s making the telltagger talk,” protested Portegin and looked over his shoulder. He
  opened his mouth to speak when a bolt spewed from the maw of the transport.
   Rianav slewed the sled in a frantic effort to avoid the beam. That was all she remembered.
   “Kai? Kai, are you awake?”
   At the panicky tone in Dimenon’s voice, Kai sprang awkwardly toward the comunit.
   “I’m here.”
   “Kai, I’ll swear it. We got Thek here. Thek all around. Big ones, little ones, like they were taking turns!”
   “Where are you, Dim?”
   “We’re just over the pitch blend strike—”
   Dimenon’s words were cut off abruptly. Kai tried to reestablish contact. Not that Dimenon or Margit
  would be in any danger from the Thek, but he would prefer a little more detailed report. When he failed
  to raise the geologists, he switched to Lunzie.
   “Where abouts are you, Lunzie?”
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   “Nearly to the cave. Why?”
   “Dimenon just reported there are Thek on the first strike. Then he went silent.”
   “Thek? Kai, I think we’d better raise Varian and abort that mission. If Thek are here ...”
   “THIS IS RESCUE MISSION. IS ANYONE ON THAT BEACON? THIS IS AN ALL
  FREQUENCIES HAIL. WE ARE A RESCUE MISSION. WE ARE HOMING IN ON YOUR
  BEACON!”
   The interruption stunned Kai and Lunzie.
   “You are blasting our eardrums, rescue,” Lunzie said. “What is your origin?”
   “Ryxi.”
   “Maintain silence and home in on beacon.” Lunzie interrupted in a tone that inspired compliance. “I’ll get
  back to you, Base.” Kai knew to maintain his silence.
   Which beacon? he wanted to shout. And why were Thek appearing all over the landscape? Should he
  not attempt to warn Varian? Well, if the rescue ship was heading toward the heavyworlders’ beacon,
  Varian would abort on her own initiative.
   His moment of panic subsided. The appearance of Thek meant that Tor had informed others. It was as
  likely that Tor had organized a rescue from Ryxi, and humans at that by the voice. Then Kai found
  another reason to be alarmed, since he seemed determined to be anxious: Tor would not know that Kai
  had roused other members of his team. Tor would not know that the heavyworlders were active on the
  planet. Surely a Thek could tell the difference between normal humans and heavyworlders? Dimenon
  wouldn’t panic when raced with a Thek, even a horde of them. And Dimenon would know to ask for
  Tor, wouldn’t he? Two anxious hours Kai waited.
   “Kai, are you there?” Lunzie’s voice had a buoyancy which Kai had never heard in it before.
   “Yes, yes, I’m here! Where else?”
   “At ease,” Lunzie’s voice had a lilt of laughter for his sarcasm.
   “All’s well here at the cliff beacon. I’ll have to apologize to Varian. Those giffs of hers are far more
  intelligent than we suspected.”
   “Why?”
   “I’ll swear they recognized the difference between my sled and the one Captain Godheir sent in. When I
  got here, the giffs were protecting the cave and our shuttle against any unauthorized intrusion ...”
   “Who’s Godheir?”
   “The captain of the Ryxi supply vessel, the Mazer Star. And I apologize to you, too. Your Thek, Tor,
  left orders with the Ryxi planet to mount a rescue mission for you. But the Ryxi vessel was away on a
  supply trip so it took them until now to respond. The vessel’s medium-sized and had to land in the jungle.
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  They sent in a sled and the giffs attacked it. They’re formidable in the air. I arrived as the battle was in full
  swing. But Kai, when I approached, the giffs escorted me to the cave. And the captain will swear to it.”
  Kai wasn’t sure why Lunzie should sound so triumphant over that point. “So I’ve asked Captain Godheir
  to send a sled to collect you, and some men to guard the dome. And if his diagnostic unit doesn’t have an
  answer, the cruiser’s will. Godheir’s trying to raise Dimenon but he’s also agreed to send out a search
  party if you’ll give me the coordinates.” Kai quickly gave her the figures. “And Kai, I lodged an official
  charge of mutiny with Captain Godheir. You’ll be asked to confirm.”
   Kai caught his breath because it was scarcely the function of a medical officer, even an Adept, to lodge
  such a complaint if either of the team’s leaders were alive.
   “You’ll want it on record, Kai,” and Lunzie’s voice was not the least apologetic for her usurpation of
  right, “because the colony ship’s down and a cruiser is guarding Varian and Portegin?”
   Lunzie’s voice altered again, devoid of emotion. “Their sled received a bolt from the transport but the
  cruiser was able to grapple it in time to break the full force of a crash. They’re both alive and being
  conveyed to the cruiser. Just hang on there, Kai. We’ve got more help than we need.”
   “Any news on the ARCT-10?”
   “No, but Godheir wouldn’t necessarily know. The cruiser might. I’ll ask when they’ve secured the
  transport. Take it easy now, Kai. No fretting. I’ll see you soon.”
   Only then did Kai notice the blood running from his hands. He had been gripping the comunit so hard, he
  had lacerated his palms. He had no great hopes that either diagnostic unit could help him, but perhaps
  there’d be some skin-gloves and shin pads so he’d stop injuring himself. He thrust his hands into a basin
  of water, aware that he couldn’t even sense the temperature. He salved the cuts and bandaged them.
   So the colony ship had landed after all. Whether a cruiser was on its back or not now mattered little.
  Time had run out on their attempt to salvage something of this miscarried expedition. His first opportunity
  to prove his leadership ability had ended in disaster. Kai walked morosely around the relief map. With an
  air of finality, he picked up the discarded pods of hadrosaur nuts and placed the smallest one near the
  giffs’ cave, the next largest on the edge of the heavyworlders’ plateau and the largest right in the midst of
  the grid. Then he sat, bandaged hands dangling between his legs while he waited for the rescue sled.
   CHAPTER NINE
   Hands pulled urgently at Rianav and she groaned. An ache encompassed her whole body.
   “Lemmalone.”
   “Not when I have no choice but to retrieve you,” a familiar voice said. Hands now reached under her
  armpits, lifting her strangely unresisting body out of the pilot’s seat. “You’re in one piece. Just relax,
  Lieutenant.”
   “Easy there, now,” another voice called, its tone of command undiminished by distance.
   “You’re lighter than I’d thought,” the familiar voice murmured.
   Rianav forced her eyes open and gasped. Blood seemed to be dripping from her face. The arms that
  lifted her were heavily corded. She started to struggle.
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   “Don’t,” Aygar ordered impatiently. “I’m under surveillance and I’ve no wish to be stunned again. You
  have nothing to fear from me. Or mine.” His tone was bitter, but as he eased her from the damaged
  cockpit, his hands did not abuse his advantage.
   “Cut the chatter,” the other voice ordered. The voice came from below her. She couldn’t make out her
  surroundings. “Just lift her out. Nice and easy. Medic!”
   “I’ll carry her down.” Aygar has lost none of his arrogance, she thought. She relaxed as she felt him
  descending a steep and uneven way.
   Despite blurred vision, partly due to the blood which streamed down her nose, Rianav looked about her
  as Aygar scrambled down a rocky incline. The sled had crumpled, nose first, into the side of a cliff and
  wedged in. Another sturdy young man was extracting Portegin’s limp body from his side of the wrecked
  vehicle. On a much wider shelf about fifteen meters below were a pinnace and a cluster of uniformed
  personnel, some with drawn stunners, watching the rescue operation. Blinking to clear her eyes, Rianav
  looked beyond, to the vast plateau now inhabited by the immense squat bulk of a colony transport ship
  and the long sleekly dangerous form of a medium deep-space cruiser. As Rianav made out the
  designation, 218-ZD-43 on the stern fins, she experienced an unreasonable spurt of pure panic and
  clutched at Aygar’s shoulders.
   “I told you. I won’t harm you. That bunch is just wailing for a chance to blast us out of existence.”
  Aygar’s bitterness was intense.
   “Your transport shot us down.”
   “You and your phony rescue mission. All the time your cruiser was tracking the transport!”
   Rianav flinched from his anger, aware of contradictory, nonsensical and conflicting emotions. But the
  next moment Aygar had reached the ledge and she was removed from his arms. She started to protest as
  she saw him pushed to one side by armed personnel. Then a medic was busy checking the pupils of her
  eyes and someone else applied an antiseptic pack to her bleeding forehead. She felt a spray go in one
  arm, a powerful restorative to judge by the flood of energy that surged through her body.
   “You’ll do,” the medic muttered and stepped back, signaling his assistant to help Rianav clean the worst
  of the blood from her skin. The Iretan flies were buzzing in a cloud, attracted by the smell of blood.
   “Lieutenant Rianav,” and she turned to look at the officer who now confronted her. His race was totally
  unfamiliar to her. Even medium-size cruisers were not so huge that officers could remain unknown to one
  another. His expression was compounded of many elements: anticipation, curiosity, and a tinge of awe.
  “Commander Sassinak is waiting for your personal report.”
   To gain a moment to collect herself, Rianav looked over to where Portegin was being examined. “Is he
  all right?”
   “He’ll have a worse headache than you will, Lieutenant,” the medic replied cheerfully then pointed to the
  long gash across Portegin’s forehead. “Only a flesh wound. Here, you, let’s get him out of this stinking air
  and away from those blood-sucking insects.”
   Aygar and his friend were summarily encouraged to lift Portegin and bring him into the pinnace.
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   “We used those two local lads to reach you,” the officer was saying in an apologetic tone as he escorted
  Rianav to the pinnace. “They said,” and he gave a skeptical snort, “they were on their way to rescue you
  anyhow.” He dropped his voice to a confidential tone as they entered the little ship. “We haven’t had a
  planetfall in months and we might have botched the climb. Couldn’t let that happen. Sorry you landed so
  hard. We saw that transport zap you and the commander only managed to get a tractor beam on you
  long enough to cushion the fall—All secure back there?”
   “Aye, aye, sir.”
   Rianav craned her head to see Portegin strapped into a seat, the medics on either side of him. Aygar and
  his companion were under the wary guard of four marines, two with drawn stunners.
   “Why are those men under guard, Lieutenant?” Rianav asked as she fastened her seat belt.
   “They’re mutineers. Your people filed a charge of mutiny, you know. First thing your commander told
  mine.”
   There was something wrong with that statement but Rianav could not fathom what, beyond the obvious
  error that her commander and his must be the same.
   The young lieutenant leaned toward her, his voice low. “The other elements of your group have all
  reported in, Rianav. Don’t worry about anything.” He turned aside to order the helmsman to take the
  pinnace back to the ZD-43. Then he grinned complacently at Rianav. “The heavyworlders’ transport
  never even knew we were on their tails. Sassiness’ a canny commander.”
   As the little pinnace took off, Rianav placed trembling fingers against her temples. That knock on her
  head had done more than visible damage for she was being affected with selective amnesia. She knew
  that there was to be a colony ship but not that her cruiser was chasing it. She knew she served on the
  ZD-43 but she couldn’t recognize any of the men on the pinnace, or conjure up the name of her
  commanding officer.
   “That transport was being trailed?” She’d been so sure that her cruiser was in orbit above the planet,
  had had no intention of landing, and that she was part of a rescue mission, answering a distress call.
   “Ever since the transport crossed into our patrol sector. Ships the size of that baby are leeched the
  moment the keel is laid. Part of the Federation’s long-term plan to stop planet piracy. So the moment the
  leech activated our sensors, we checked Registry and knew we’d a live one.” The lieutenant’s grin
  broadened. “The transport was built in Voroshinsky, sold to Dopli—the Heavyworld planet in Signi
  Sector—and it was heading in a very suspicious direction, there being very few systems open for
  colonization out this side. So we pursued it with the leech keeping it on a leash for us.”
   Rianav felt a gentle bump as the pinnace landed. Briskly the young lieutenant unfastened his seat belt and
  rose, ordering the medics to take Portegin to the sick bay, the marines to remove the prisoners and
  secure them in the settlement. He was turning, with more courtesy in his manner, to Rianav when the
  comunit on the pinnace console burbled a summons.
   “Guarded message for Lieutenant Rianav, sir,” the helmsman announced, rising from his place and
  gesturing for Rianav to take his seat. Then he and the officer discreetly left the pinnace.
   “Lieutenant Rianav here,” she said, depressing the screen toggle.
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   Its tiny picture revealed a face which Rianav did recognize: her medic.
   “Report, Varian.”
   As Lunzie’s words dissipated the barrier, Varian-Rianav sank against the back of the contour chair, her
  mind reeling as one identity still impinged on the other.
   “Slight miscalculation on our part, Varian. We now have more help than we can use. Are you okay?”
   “A scratch on the scalp and a distinct feeling that I’d lost my memory. Portegin’s still unconscious but
  they say he’ll be fine. Lunzie, did you know that this cruiser is the ZD-43?”
   “So I’m told. Nice coincidence, isn’t it? Did you pick up that all-frequencies hail on your way to the
  plateau?”
   “Who was that?” Rianav-Varian remembered everything now.
   “That was our friendly Ryxi rescue mission. No Ryxi, by the way.”
   Lunzie chuckled. “Nearly blew Commander Sassiness’ little surprise party. Kai’s Tor gave the alert but
  the Ryxi had to wait for the vessel to return from a supply run before they could dispatch it to our
  assistance. And Dimenon reported to Kai that the Thek have arrived in strength.”
   “In strength?”
   “Dotting the landscape, thirty strong by the latest count. That’s a lot of Thek.”
   “Any of them Tor?”
   “Don’t know. Dimenon filed in the report and then Kai lost the connection. Captain Godheir has sent a
  sled out after him and Margit. And I’ve got a lot to tell you about your precious giffs when you get back.
  After Commander Sassinak has had her chat with you. I didn’t know about the cruiser when I filed a
  mutiny charge with Captain Godheir. I wanted that on record as soon as possible. Sassinak will want to
  have details from you. I’m reviving the rest of the sleepers now. Their reports are going to be needed,
  too. And they might as well wake up. We’ve got enough help now to complete the original mission.”
   “Lunzie, how’s Kai?”
   “In Godheir’s sick tank. We can improve his condition. As I said, I didn’t know about the cruiser. Its
  medical team can help if Godheir’s doesn’t come up with an answer.” Behind Varian, someone was
  noisily clearing his throat. “I’ll join you as soon as I can arrange transport, Lunzie. Just continue as you
  think best.”
   “Well, that gives me plenty of latitude.”
   “You don’t need any more,” Varian said in an ironic tone. Lunzie gave her a sardonic grin as she broke
  the connection. Then Varian rose to face the lieutenant.
   “My wits have been rattled, Lieutenant, I don’t know your name.”
   “Borander.” He smiled. “Commander Sassinak is waiting for you.”
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   Borander now exuded an air of urgency. “You look a lot better now, you know. I was a bit worried
  about you for a while. You didn’t seem yourself.”
   “You could say I wasn’t.”
   Borander escorted her from the pinnace which had landed near the cruiser by one of the open air locks.
  From her vantage point in the pinnace’s lock, Varian had a good view of the heavy gunsleds in position
  around the massive hulk of the Heavyworld transport. Cruisers were scarcely small but the ZD-43
  looked almost puny as it faced the colony ship. Only one of the transport’s huge locks was open, but
  none of the Heavyworld contingent was visible. Varian hoped that the cruiser’s weaponry was trained on
  the transport. It looked so menacing, just sitting there, as if it meant to stay. She was only slightly
  reassured by the fact that most colonists were shipped in cold sleep to their new destinations.
   “These guys built a proper strip, I’ll give ’em that much,” Borander said, gesturing to their right.
   Aygar and his friend were squatting on their haunches beside the pinnace, and the friend scowled at her.
  Aygar was staring into the distance, indifferent to his surroundings and the marines’ weapons.
   “Borander, why are these men being guarded?”
   “Why, because they’re mutineers,” Borander replied.
   “These two men are not mutineers, Lieutenant Borander. They were born here on Ireta and they had
  nothing to do with the mutiny. There is no need to keep them under restraint.”
   “Now, look, your people registered a mutiny charge first with Captain Godheir and then with
  Commander Sassinak—”
   “Which still has nothing to do with Aygar and anyone in his generation or even his parents.”
   “And I suppose they didn’t help build that grid to assist an illegal landing ...” Borander switched from
  surprise to open scorn.
   “I think the judicial will find that Aygar was acting on misinformation and could be excused from a
  conscious violation of EEC regulations.”
   Borander held himself stiffly. “That is not for me to decide. Now, Commander Sassinak is waiting for
  you.”
   “Then Aygar can accompany us and I’ll sort the matter out right now.”
   Aygar maintained his air of indifference but his companion was staring at Varian, his jaw had dropped
  open and his face bore a surprised expression that put Varian in mind of Tardma.
   “Why, I can’t just walk into the commander’s office with these two—”
   “I can.” Varian put the steel of Discipline into her voice. “I’ll remind you, Lieutenant, that as co-leader of
  an authorized expedition to Ireta, I have the rank of planetary governor pro-tem. Who outranks whom,
  Lieutenant?”
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   Borander swallowed, arching his back to attention. “You do ... ma’am. But that doesn’t mean the
  commander’s going to like it.”
   Varian ignored that remark and turned to the Iretans. “Aygar, if you and your friend would be good
  enough to accompany us?” She stared pointedly from the marines to Borander who signaled them to
  sheathe their stunners. Aygar rose from his haunches with graceful ease.
   “You’d be one of Tardma’s grandchildren?” she asked the unknown Iretan.
   “I’m Winral,” the man replied in a surly voice, eyeing her with growing anxiety.
   Borander stepped out quickly toward the cruiser’s gang plank. Aygar fell in beside her while Winral
  tagged behind. Varian noticed but did not comment on the fact that Borander signaled the marines to
  bring up the rear.
   “Lieutenant, would you know how much damage my sled sustained? I’ll need transport to return to my
  base camp as soon as I’ve seen the commander.”
   “Apart from the crumbled nose, I’d say the bolt just drained your power pack,” Borander replied in a
  formal tone. “I’ll order it retrieved and repowered.”
   Varian received the distinct impression that Borander did not think she’d survive her interview with his
  commander. They were halfway to their destination when one of Ireta’s sudden downpours caught them.
  It afforded Varian some amusement that she, Aygar, and Winral paid no attention to the rain though even
  the marines flinched.
   “Let ’em have the place, I say,” someone muttered behind Varian in a voice meant to be overheard.
  “I’ve smelled stinks—”
   Borander whipped around, hoping to identify the speaker. His annoyance was increased as he noticed
  Aygar’s sublime indifference to the elements.
   Varian was not attached to any service unit, so the usual boarding salute to the flag was not required of
  her. Nevertheless, when she reached the top of the gangplank, she had to exert a conscious effort not to
  follow Borander’s example. The duty officer immediately stepped forward objecting to the presence of
  Aygar and Winral.
   “As planetary governor pro-tem, I wish to redress a wrong with Commander Sassinak. These men are
  here at my express invitation.”
   “Commander Sassinak has already interviewed the mutineers.”
   “Mutineer,” and Varian laid firm stress on the singular. “These people cannot be held guilty of the
  transgressions of their grandparents. Have I made my position clear, Lieutenant?”
   “Yes, ma’am.”
   “Now, if you will take me to your commander?” Varian turned to Borander.
   The manner in which Borander escorted her revealed to Varian just how much the young man wished to
  be through with her. It had irritated her, or perhaps Rianav, to see Aygar held at stun-range.
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  Rianav-Varian both could believe that Aygar had indeed been on his way to look for the sled’s survivors.
  What his intention would have been after the rescue, was moot. But she felt required to seek fair
  treatment for him.
   As Varian, Aygar, and Winral followed Borander through the maze of passages into the cruiser’s
  depths, she became aware of the almost palpable interest in these surroundings which Aygar could not
  suppress. This would be his first opportunity to view close-up the products of sophisticated science and
  empire. Quite likely he had been reared on tales of such marvels, as well as the Heavyworld race-saving
  mendacity’s. Winral was clearly overwhelmed by everything, gawking about him and stumbling over the
  bulkheads. Aygar maintained his dignity and composure despite his obvious excitement and curiosity.
   Then they were being ushered into the commander’s office, a spacious apartment with computer
  terminals and viewscreens across the biggest wall. Seating units and serving counters made an informal
  grouping along the opposite wall, facing the screens. The commander was seated in a contour swivel
  chair before a console and wide desk. Varian made a rapid survey of the screens, one positioned on the
  settlement and the other eleven trained on various aspects of the bloated transport.
   “Leader Varian, how pleased I am that you were unharmed,” the commander said, rising and extending
  her hand. Sassinak was a tall woman of wiry build and the authority of many decades in a command
  position, though her short black hair was unsullied by gray and her supple figure gave an impression of
  timeless energy. She gave Aygar a careful nod. “We’re in a bit of a muckle here. Your point about the ...
  planet-born ...” and she gestured courteously toward Aygar and Winral, “is well taken.” She cleared her
  throat, tapping her lips with her left hand as she did so. Varian saw the humorous gleam in her eyes. “I
  assure you, it will be respected in all future dealings with the ... ah ... indigenes. Only one of the original
  mutineers is alive, you know. And, I fear, he is in very poor physical condition and could be termed
  senile.”
   “The charge of mutiny is a formality, Commander, necessary to protect my associates and to rectify the
  disposition of Ireta.”
   “I understand the situation, Leader Varian. A wise move, I assure you, since several entities appear to
  be interested in this planet. You have heard, have you not, that the Thek are represented by quite a
  concentration.”
   “Yes.”
   “You’re as baffled as I, then. Good. I intensely dislike being uninformed.”
   “Commander, do you know where the ARCT-10 is?” Varian asked urgently.
   Commander Sassinak grinned ruefully. “That’s another good question to which I have no answer. We
  have already inquired of the local Sector Command. You will appreciate that we have crossed several
  sectors in pursuit of the transport, and such information wouldn’t necessarily be present in our banks.
  We’ll let you know as soon as we have received an update. I have heard nothing about the loss of an EV
  ship and certainly that would have had a broad dissemination. Now that we are out of communication
  silence, we’ll be able to ask for updates.” Sassiness’ attention was divided between Varian and the
  screens. Now her glance lingered on the stalwart figure of Aygar, sparing the briefest notice of Winral.
  “Now, sir, we must regularize your position. May I have your name?” She reached over to flip on a
  recorder.
   “I am Aygar, son of Graila and Tetum, maternal grandson of Berru and Bakkun, paternal grandson of
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  Paskutti and Divisti.” There was pride and challenge in Aygar’s tone.
   “And you?”
   “Winral, son of Aun and Mella, paternal grandson of Tardma and Paskutti, maternal grandson of Tanegli
  and Divisti.” Winral was sullen.
   “Yes, quite. With a small genetic pool, you would have to be careful of inbreeding, wouldn’t you?”
  Sassinak tapped a few keys. “Born and raised on Ireta and your forefathers did, I suspect, have some
  sort of regulatory body. Your settlement seems very well organized.” She looked inquiringly at Aygar.
   “Paskutti was our leader until his death. Then the duty was assumed by Berru and from him fell to my
  father, Tetum.”
   Sassinak leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. “According to my understanding of planetary
  regulations, you are a citizen of Ireta, therefore an Iretan. My knowledge of your planet is limited to the
  reports, now forty-three years old, which we stripped from the beacon on our way in and suggests that
  there are no other sentient species ...”
   “There is a developing species,” Varian said quickly, noting the surprise and puzzlement in Aygar’s look
  and the surprise in Sassiness’.
   “There was no mention of any in your beacon messages.”
   “Those were sent a long time ago—”
   “I was informed that you were cryo until ten days ago?”
   “My report mentioned an avian life-form, golden fliers—”
   “Yes, it did. They’re the developing species? Avians? And the Ryxi settled in the same system? They
  aren’t going to like that.”
   “They haven’t been told, have they?”
   “Certainly not. I’ve been too preoccupied with this business to tend to yours, Leader Varian.”
  Sassiness’ voice took on an edge. “I’ll deal with that if it becomes my business. However, Aygar, you
  are resident here. You are not, technically speaking, involved in the mutiny charge. Under Federated
  rules and regulations, your people of the two generations raised here, have the right to whatever you have
  developed during your residence ... including the landing grid, when put to authorized use.” She signaled
  to the yeoman standing unobtrusively nearby. “I’ll want it recorded and announced that the only person
  under the charge of mutiny is that Tanegli fellow. You are no longer under restraint, bind, or halt and may
  continue whatever employment and pursuits you choose.”
   “We have been preparing for a colonial supplement.”
   Sassinak chuckled. “I like you, young man. This world breeds sturdy people. However, they,” and she
  flicked her hand at the screens showing the Heavyworld transport ship, “are illegal immigrants on a world
  clearly designated as exploratory and uncleared for occupation. They can stay where they are until the
  tribunal can deal with the offense. It would be in your best interests,” and her gesture included Winral and
  the settlement, “to have absolutely nothing to do with them for collusion will definitely jeopardize your
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  current possessions and your future.” She leaned across her console. “You have made a tremendous
  start here, Aygar. Consolidate those beginnings any way you can before the tribunal sits in judgment.
  Advice I also extend to you, Varian, although I understand you’ve already been doing just that since your
  awakening.” She rose and walked around the console to stand looking up at Aygar. Sassinak was a tall,
  well-made woman, but Aygar’s height and bulk dwarfed her. “You’d make a fine marine, young man, if
  you decide to quit this world.”
   Aygar looked down at her, his face and eyes expressionless.
   “This is my world, Commander. All of it—”
   “No, Aygar, not all of it,” and the steel was back in Sassiness’ voice and manner, “only what you and
  the planet-born have cultivated. Do I make myself plain?” When he had nodded acknowledgment, she
  relaxed with a smile. “I would be greatly obliged if you would permit me to make a tour of your
  settlement and its installations. I like to know as much about the planets I visit as is possible.” Sassinak
  offered her hand to Aygar.
   For one moment, Varian was afraid that Aygar would ignore the gesture. Then, as his massive hand
  closed about the commander’s slimmer one, Varian also hoped that he would make a vain show of his
  inherent strength. Why it should matter at all to her that Aygar should make a good impression on
  Sassinak, Varian didn’t understand—since she was very well aware that she and Aygar held differing
  notions about Ireta’s future. Varian might blame Rianav for her championing of Aygar, but it had been as
  Varian that she had insisted on the review of his status.
   “There is much to be done now, Commander,” Aygar said, releasing Sassiness’ hand.
   “I should imagine so,” and Sassinak deftly indicated regret for being the agency which had occasioned
  such need.
   “I believe I can speak for the rest of Iretan’s citizens when I say that we would like to show you what
  we have wrested from a harsh and dangerous environment.”
   Sassinak nodded, smiling as she took up Aygar’s meaning. Varian felt relief that Aygar had opted for a
  diplomatic approach where force was clearly inappropriate.
   “Yes, I like your attitude, Aygar. I’ll have my adjutant, Lieutenant Commander Fordeliton, call on you
  later today. You should listen to some disks, delineating your rights and privileges under FSP law, at your
  earliest convenience. Under a shipwreck statute, you may replace any items of equipment, bar weapons,
  which were issued to the original team. I’m prepared to make quite a lenient interpretation of that clause
  to help you consolidate your position.” She gestured to the yeoman. “Del, escort Aygar back to the air
  lock, will you?”
   Sassinak caught Varian’s eye, aware that Varian would have preferred to leave with him. “We’ve some
  matters to discuss yet, Leader Varian,” she said, resuming her seat at the console as Aygar left. “A rather
  remarkable specimen, that Aygar. Are there more like him here?” A ripple of sensuality in the
  commander’s voice made Varian readjust, once more, her estimate of the woman.
   “I’ve only encountered a few of his generation—”
   “Yes, generation.” Sassinak sighed. “You’re now forty-three years behind your own. Will you need
  counseling? For yourself or the others?”
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   “I’ll know when I get back to them,” Varian replied dryly. “The phenomenon hasn’t caught up with me
  yet. Commander, did you mean what you said about the ARCT-10?”
   “Of course, I did. I’ve no orders to dissemble, though by the gods, this situation becomes more complex
  with every hour. A displaced expeditionary force, a mutiny charge, a missing EV, a population of
  off-worlders, an indigenous sentient species and Thek popping up in unexpected strength. Fifty of the
  blighted things by latest count. Yes?” she said, turning to acknowledge the discreet reappearance of her
  yeoman.
   “Leader Varian’s sled has been repaired and is available to her.”
   “Yes, I expect you’re anxious to return to your group. I shall want a comprehensive report from every
  member of the survivors—especially your youngest members. I shall want them tomorrow. And you’d
  best update your mission’s accounts. Are the supplies aboard Varian’s sled?”
   “Yes, Commander.”
   “You’ve been very generous, Commander.”
   “You don’t even know what the supplies are, Varian,” and Sassiness’ right eyebrow quirked with
  amusement. “Records, for one thing, tamper-proof. And your medic sent in some urgent requests. The
  Ryxi vessel doesn’t have all she requires. Not surprising. As planetary governor pro-tem,” and Sassinak
  mocked Varian gently, “you have only to requisition whatever you require from Fordeliton, my executive
  officer. Your medic’s name is Lunzie, isn’t it?” Sassinak leaned toward Varian again, in a confidential
  attitude, her eyes sparkling with humor. When Varian nodded, she grinned. “It was inevitable that one of
  us encountered her. A celebration is in order. Will you convey my deepest respects to Lunzie? And my
  invitation to a proper dinner at the first opportunity? I expect that the Zaid-Dayan will be here a
  while—at least until the tribunal arrives—but one never knows in the service. I cannot miss the chance to
  meet Lunzie. It isn’t often one gets the chance to entertain one’s great-great-great-grandmother. Del, do
  escort Leader Varian to her sled?”
   Slightly dazed by Sassiness’ totally unexpected parting remark, Varian was halfway to the air lock
  before she recalled Portegin. Del was quite willing to detour by way of the sick bay.
   “We don’t get a skull fracture report from the diagnostic scan, Leader Varian,” Mayerd, the chief
  medical officer, explained, “but he’s clearly disoriented.”
   “You mean he has trouble believing this is the ZD-43?” asked Varian, appreciating Portegin’s confusion.
   “How did you know?”
   Then they were in the infirmary, Portegin its only occupant.
   “Krims! but I’m glad to see you, Lieutenant,” he said, urgently beckoning her to approach his bunk. In
  an anxious whisper he added, “there’s something peculiar going on here, Lieutenant. I don’t recognize
  anyone. How could they switch crews midtour, unless the heavies—”
   “Report, Portegin,” Varian said, mimicking Lunzie’s clipped accents.
   “Huh? Oh, Krims!” Portegin fell back against the bolster, tension easing from his face and body as
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  blocked memories flowed back. “I thought something was wrong with me!”
   Varian squeezed his shoulder in sympathy. “Me, too.”
   “Hey, then everything is all right?” Portegin caught her arm with urgent fingers. “I mean, that Heavyworld
  transport zapped us and I wake up on a cruiser. Was that rescue mission from the ARCT-10? How’re
  the others? How come we thought we were from this cruiser?”
   Varian gave him what answers she had and then called Mayerd over, indicating Portegin’s improvement
  and asking to have him released. Mayerd reluctantly agreed, extracting from Varian a promise that
  Portegin would undertake no strenuous activities for a day or two.
   “Nothing more strenuous than juggling matrices and wielding a soldering iron,” Portegin assured her,
  slipping into the new shipsuit he was given.
   Once aboard their crumple-nosed sled, Varian filled Portegin in on some of the details while he elatedly
  sorted through the supplies, exclaiming over the variety of matrices, tool replacements, and packed food
  stuffs.
   “Hey, we got us a bottle of Sverulan brandy—Ah, fardles! It’s got Lunzie’s name on it. Compliments of
  Commander Sassinak? A friend of hers?”
   “You might say so,” Varian replied, discretion overcoming her wish to confound. It occurred to her that
  Lunzie might not wish to claim a relationship so far removed in time.
   “Fardles! That stuff goes down a treat. Real smooth.” Portegin carefully replaced the brandy and
  resumed his seat beside Varian. “Hey, we got our escort back. How did they know it’s us with so many
  other aircraft zipping around?”
   “I’ll remember to inquire. Lunzie says they can tell the difference between one of our sleds and those of
  the Mazer Star.”
   “No? Well, every motor has a distinctive sound to it, I’m told, even if they were manufactured in the
  same place, of identical components, but the signature usually only shows up on sophisticated monitors.”
   “Brains are still the ultimate in sophisticated computers. We got some on wings, that’s all. Say, did you
  happen to notice if they tracked us up from the base camp?”
   “It was dark when we left there, Varian, and we were kinda occupied ... besides using different brains. I
  don’t know what they think they’re doing for us out there, but I kinda like seeing ’em.”
   “So do I. And I’ll be seeing a lot more of them in the next few days if I have my way.”
   Circumstances combined to thwart Varian’s plans. Just as they reached the cliffs of the golden fliers, a
  squall broke over them and Varian had all she could do to wrestle the sled safely inside the cave. That
  put the skids on an immediate study of the giffs. Considerable progress had already been made to
  improve the amenities in the cave, including partitioned sleeping quarters at the back, tables, comfortable
  loungers and lighting near the hearth which had been augmented by cooking, cooling and disposal units.
  Bug-screens kept the insects at bay. Mindful of Sassiness’ requirement, Varian forced a cassette on
  Portegin before he disappeared into the shuttle’s pilot compartment to restore the console. When she
  asked Lunzie the whereabouts of the rest of the team, she received another check. As soon as Kai had
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  finished his session with the diagnostic unit on board Captain Godheir’s Mazer Star, he had drafted the
  assistance of a crew member who professed to be an amateur geologist and went off to seek Dimenon,
  Margit, and Tor.
   “In that order,” Lunzie said. “If the Thek let them land, considering their fascination with Iretan mineral
  deposits. Dimenon says they’re just—squatting and gorging themselves. He swore six ways to Sunday
  that he can see the Thek growing.”
   “Then the diagnostic unit has a cure for Kai?”
   “No, but it’s much healthier for him to immerse himself in matters geological than sit about fretting and
  making mud maps,” Lunzie replied crisply. “He’s in a padded suit with skin-gloves. I’ve threatened
  Perens, that’s Godheir’s navigator, with grievous bodily harm if there’s so much as one new welt on
  Kai’s hide when they return. You ought to be glad that Kai’s got a second wind.”
   “I am. I am. Where’re Triv and Trizein?” She could snag the geologists later for their reports.
   “They’re off, too, in the four-man sled. Triv did promise Trizein, to go beast-hunting with him, you
  know. Now that he’s fifty-eight Bonnard insists he’s old enough to be a full team member so he went off
  with them. Terilla wanted to be their scribe, so I let her go, too. Don’t wish to stretch Godheir’s
  hospitality with fretful kids.”
   “Cleiti?”
   “She’s in the Mazer Star, helping Obir construct bunk beds for our sleeping quarters.” Lunzie waved to
  the back of the cave. “Godheir is determined to arrange for as many comforts of home as possible.
  Everyone’s the better for doing some light work to get muscles working again.”
   “Aulia?”
   Lunzie’s expression altered. “She ...” and Lunzie wiggled one hand in a derisive gesture, “is recuperating
  from the shock of discovering herself time-stranded. I did point out that, when we got back to the
  ARCT-10, she’d look four decades younger than her contemporaries.”
   “Did that cheer her?”
   “Not as much as Triv’s reminder that all her bonus money has been collecting interest for forty-three
  years. She was demanding a transfer to the sanctuary of the cruiser until I mentioned that they were
  guarding the Heavyworld transport. Sure cured that notion. Now, I expect you’ll want to be off stalking
  your bird friends. I’m going to catalog the local edibles and Divisti’s pharmacopoeia in case they’ve other
  useful medical applications.” Lunzie triumphantly hoisted the microscope loaned by the cruiser’s science
  officer.
   “Not until you’ve reported your version of our mutiny,” and Varian stayed Lunzie’s departure until she
  had tucked a disk in her chest pocket. “By the way,” and Varian considered it only fair that she had a
  revelation to spring on Lunzie, “Commander Sassinak says she’s your great-great-great-granddaughter.”
   As the series of emotions crossed the medic’s usually well-schooled face, Varian wished she had a
  recorder handy. Shock, surprise, denial, consternation, and finally resignation marched across the
  woman’s face. Then Lunzie blinked and displayed her usual composure.
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   “She could be, I suppose. My family tends to the services, and wandering.”
   “Did you know she was commander of the ZD-43?”
   “No. How could I? She couldn’t’ve been when we went to sleep forty-three years ago. The cruiser was
  only just commissioned. I’d seen the announcement on the ARCT-10 which is why the designation fell so
  easily from my tongue when needed.”
   “She’s invited us to dinner at the earliest opportunity.”
   “What sort of person is she?”
   “Well ...” and Varian maliciously delayed her assessment, “I think there’s a distinct family resemblance
  ... in manner.”
   Lunzie gave Varian a long shrewd look. “As Fleet commanders generally spread a good meal, and I’m
  getting bored with stews and simple Iretan fare, I accept.”
   “She sent this with her compliments.” Varian handed over the square Sverulan brandy bottle.
   “A discerning relative. I expect good things at her table.”
   “Lunzie!” Varian pointed at the tape in the medic’s pocket.
   “Yes, yes, I’ll do that first. We’ll broach the bottle tonight!”
   Then Lunzie, juggling microscope bottle and a tray of other supplies, made her way to the compartment
  that had been, two weeks ago, Trizein’s laboratory.
   Just as Varian dutifully sat down to speak her own report, she heard a sled enter the cave. Its single
  passenger, a short, chesty man with a round face wreathed in an expression of constant, surprised good
  humor, who waved cheerily to her.
   He had come to present his apologies in person.
   “I could have dropped down here any time the last fifteen years if I’d had any idea of your situation.
  When we got that Thek summons, I checked the computer banks right then. Your last contact with Vrl
  was logged all right enough but the Ryxi didn’t attempt to raise your camp for another five months. The
  entry indicated no response, so it was assumed you’d been recovered by the ARCT-10.”
   “Have you heard anything about the EV?”
   “No, but that’s nothing,” Godheir assured her with a smile. “EVs don’t have much cause to tell
  mercenary captains like me this, that, or twaddle. But,” and he waggled a finger at her, his expression
  sincere, “that might be all to the good. I sure would have heard if an EV got itself lost. Mullah! They’re
  still bitching about the LSTC-8 that tangled with that gas cloud last century. No news is good news, you
  know. And that cruiser’ll get an update. Meanwhile, anything me and my crew can do ... including a spot
  of bird-watching. Did their net act this morning—now that’s a sight to see!”
   “You didn’t happen to record it, did you?”
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   “I sure did record it! Furthermore,” and Godheir grinned broadly, “we got their attack on us, Lunzie’s
  arrival, and all that to-do on a high-resolution tape. One of my crew’s an amateur naturalist. You should
  see his tapes of the Ryxi—”
   “Captain Godheir, your contract doesn’t oblige you to disclose all activities to the Ryxi, does it?”
   Godheir gave her the broadest possible wink. “We don’t exactly converse with ’em at all, which you will
  understand if you know the Ryxi—which I suspect you do or you wouldn’t worry about ’em—so don’t
  worry about me or any of my crew babbling. Those Ryxi pay well, or you may be sure we wouldn’t
  keep renewing the contract.” He leaned across the table and patted Varian’s shoulder reassuringly.
  “Now, you need anything me or my men can cobble up for you to get settled in? I got a few more items
  Lunzie requested. That nice little girl Cleiti’s been helping us. Too bad she’s so long separated from her
  folks.”
   “Cleiti’s here?” Varian reached for another cassette.
   “She’s out in the cave, setting up the bunks.”
   Varian went out, followed by Godheir who assured her that Cleiti was only supervising as Obir was
  under strict orders to prevent her doing anything strenuous. And to be sure, Cleiti was perched on a stool
  of recent manufacture, listening to the comments of the garrulous “jack of all trades”. She rose when
  Varian appeared, with a brave, sad, little smile more poignant than tears would have been. Varian
  repressed a self-indulgent urge to hug Cleiti. Instead she explained the necessity for the report.
   “I can do it while Obir’s busy,” Cleiti said, holding the cassette with curious awkwardness. “I’ll have no
  trouble remembering everything exactly as it happened. After all, for me, it was only the week before
  last.”
   Varian managed to murmur something appropriate, catching Godheir’s amused wink, as she turned
  away. Rain still lashed down and the screen of vine waved with erratic vitality in the squally winds. The
  vine should be cut down now, she thought. The screen’s purpose had been accomplished. She wished
  hers could and Ireta’s weather was frustrating. So ... she’d work on that blasted report until the rain
  abated.
   “You’ve probably got a lot to do, lassie,” Godheir said, hearing her sigh of exasperation. He took a
  bulbous object from his thigh pocket and a small pouch from another. “I’ll just blow a cloud of my own.”
  Varian recognized the artifact as a tobacco pipe. “Not that I could smell anything in this atmosphere. Nor
  will I be polluting it!” He chuckled as he settled himself on another stool. “Half the pleasure of smoking a
  pipe is the smell of the tobacco.”
   “What’s the other half?”
   “The pure relaxation of fussing with a pipe.”
   Varian watched the process for a moment. “It looks complicated.”
   Then she thanked him once again for all his courtesies. “Would you give me a shout when the rain stops,
  Captain?”
   “My pleasure!”
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   It could have been imagination, but Varian did think, as she returned to the shuttle, that she could smell
  the aroma which rose from the captain’s pipe.
   As Varian organized her recollections of the events leading up to the mutiny, she envied Cleiti her
  innocence of the “week before last”. Varian made copious notes, additions, and changes until she was
  sure she had events in order. She made no comments, such as her initial suspicions about the
  heavyworlders’ unsavory activities of that fateful rest day, for the mutiny was an undeniable fact,
  emphatically substantiated by the time gap between the two groups. She listened carefully to the replay of
  her report, aware that she could not erase now. She added a few brief explanations to her remarks. Then
  she strode to the shuttle iris and looked out toward the cave entrance.
   Cleiti, Godheir, and Obir were seated in a companionable group about the fire, the captain’s pipe still
  sending gray blue plumes of smoke to waft about in vagrant puffs of wind. No question of it, Varian
  thought. She could smell the tobacco above the usual pungency’s. When she saw Varian, Cleiti brought
  over her cassette.
   “Captain Godheir seems to know all about the mutiny, Varian,” she said in a low voice, her eyes round
  with surprise. “Is it all right to talk about what happened? Or are details classified?”
   “You can talk about it all you want, Cleiti,” Varian replied, hoping discussion might restore the
  unnaturally subdued child to her former ebullience. Damn Paskutti and Tardma for the shock they had
  given the child: a shock undiminished in Cleiti’s memories of the “week before last.”
   “Captain Godheir said he’s never talked with a person who’d been mutinied before.”
   “It’s not something that happens frequently, Cleiti. He’s had our official report, but I think he might be
  interested in your reactions. But don’t talk about it if you don’t want to.”
   Cleiti considered pensively. Then, with a slightly less strained smile, added, “Yes, I think I’d like to tell
  the Captain and Obir. They both listen so politely. They say,” and the smile betrayed a touch of Cleiti’s
  old impishness, “that it’s because I’m older than they are.” She rejoined the men at the fire.
   Varian was still muttering imprecations against the heavyworlders when Lunzie appeared with her record
  cassette.
   “Isn’t Cleiti abnormally quiet, Lunzie?”
   “All elements considered, not too much so. Part of it’s due to the restoration, and part to delayed
  reaction. That’s why I want to keep everyone as busy as possible. Gives ’em less time to worry and
  think.”
   “Aulia?”
   Lunzie snorted with derision. “Oh, she’s busy, too. Feeling sorry for herself. She can make that into a
  full-time occupation. I expect Portegin will change her mind—if he ever surfaces from the shuttle’s
  control panel. Varian, do you think you could get a specimen of the fringes from the giffs’ eating rock?”
   “D’you mean, would I oblige you or would I be able to? Because the giffs like me and someone else
  tried and failed?”
   Lunzie twitched her nose.
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   “Well, he might have succeeded if he’d waited until the catch had been distributed. But they do know
  you. An analysis of fringe toxins would be invaluable in healing Kai’s condition.”
   “I’ll have to wait until this squall blows over.”
   “I was thinking that the squall would keep the giffs in their caves and this would be the safest time to
  collect fringe. Take the stairs to the surface.”
   “Stairs?” Varian stared in surprise.
   “I told you Godheir was making us very comfortable,” Lunzie pointed to the right side of the cave. “It’s
  only a cage pole with foot rests but you can’t get blown out of it and it gets you right to the top. Rather
  an improvement on swinging down vines, isn’t it?” she added as she followed Varian to the new access
  way. “Godheir’s drive mechanic, a man named Kenley, does amateur photography and bird-watching.
  He’s also got a long-handled gripper, protective gloves, and a container for fringe samples. Topside!”
  Lunzie gestured with her thumb and grinned at Varian. “You are our resident expert on giffology.”
   “Never give a sucker an even break, huh?”
   “Never. You need to be kept busy, too. And active.”
   “I’m just fine when I’m allowed to do what I came here for.” Varian gave Lunzie a grin and then nimbly
  climbed the ladder, grateful for the cage as the wind still had some strength in it.
   Kenley was waiting for her on the cliff top, lounging against his sled. He was parked not too far from the
  spot where Varian had first rested her sled that long-ago rest day. Kenley’s force screen blocked most
  of the light rain and all the reemerging insects. He was slender, dark-skinned, dark-haired, and
  brown-eyed, with even, undistinguished features and a placid disposition. She shortly discovered in him a
  staunch advocate of the golden fliers.
   “Were you the bold one who tried for the fringes the first time?” she asked, as she took the
  sample-collecting tools from him.
   “Yep. Forgot the first rule of animal psychology. Never bother one that’s eating. Fortunately I had my
  life belt and I pelted for the cave mighty fast. They were most annoyed with me.”
   Varian grinned and she noted that he had his belt on, his recording equipment was slung from a second
  belt. They had reached a spot just below the feeding rocks.
   “You don’t have to follow me but I’d appreciate it if you could record any giffs who drop by to
  investigate.”
   Kenley nodded as Varian arrayed the implements so as not to impede her climbing “I’m going to ascend
  as far to the right of the feeding rock as I can, away from any edible food. The fringes get flipped to the
  far edge or into the chasm.”
   Both Varian and Kenley looked toward the giff cave, visible now that the rain had let up. There wasn’t a
  giff in sight. Varian began to climb quickly, Kenley just behind her.
   “Krims! Here they come!” Kenley warned her and she heard the whir of his recorder. “They got some
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  perception. What do they use? Sonar? Radar? What?”
   “I hope to find out. You’re getting all that?” Varian said, keeping her eyes on the giffs winging through
  the drizzle.
   They landed on the sea edge of the leading rock just as Varian reached the top. Several fringe
  carcasses, dried to brittle outlines, were inches from her boot. A meter away, two more feebly wavered.
  One was closed over, the other open.
   “Hello!” Varian said in her most cheerful tone, holding her hands out to the giffs as she edged closer to
  her target. “I ought to have brought you some Rift grasses, but we haven’t been there lately and I didn’t
  think about it until just this moment. Actually, since what I want, is something you have no use for, I don’t
  want to get you into the bad habit of expecting presents every time we meet. Is it all right if I just take one
  of these?” She had donned the gloves and opened the container as she spoke. Very slowly then, without
  taking her eyes from the giffs, she extended the long-handled grippers toward one of the semi-moribund
  fringes.
   “Watch out!” Kenley’s cry seemed to lend her impetus.
   With considerable dexterity, she had managed to secure both fringes in the clasp of the gripper, whirling
  to hide her actions from the giffs as she beat a hasty retreat before their charge. “Did you get one?
  Krims! What are they doing now? Say, I don’t think they were after you ...”
   Safe on the rocks below the feeding area, Varian paused long enough to thrust the fringes into the
  container while holding her breath against the stench of the things, before she looked to see what was
  exciting Kenley so much. Methodically the giffs were flicking every evidence of the fringes off into the
  chasm, as if deliberately clearing away a menace which they were not going to permit their visitors to
  handle.
   “I got two!”
   “I got it all down,” cried Kenley. “They are quick! In the air or on the ground. Though I think you’d have
  to say they were semi-airborne when they came after you. You know, I think they were trying to keep
  me away from the fringes this morning—not away from the edible food.”
   Just then Varian and Kenley flinched away from the rock wall for the two giffs loomed above them, stern
  and chittering non-harmoniously. They spread their wings, flapping them as if to emphasize their remarks,
  then extended their heads down toward the two humans. The distance was too great for contact but
  Varian and Kenley ducked.
   “Like kids to avoid a well deserved slap,” Kenley said, grinning at Varian.
   “Then let’s pretend we’re suitably punished and get the hell out of here.”
   Once back in the cave, the sample container turned over to Lunzie, Kenley regaled Varian with the
  spectacular record he had made of the giff attack on the Mazer Star’s sled and the astonishing
  withdrawal as Lunzie’s sled made its appearance and was escorted safely past the intruder. Unfortunately
  his footage of the feeding was marred by drizzle and haze. He hadn’t thought to change tape or use an
  appropriate filter.
   “I’ll redo that record. Maybe with you, I can get closer.”
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   “Better yet, we’ll both follow the fishers tomorrow on their daily round. That’s a sight to take. Fardles!”
  Varian snapped her fingers as she recalled that Sassinak awaited the reports. “Well, with any luck, I’ll
  give the commander what she needs and be back in time to take you fishing. I want to show their high
  level of basic intelligence in that sort of a joint enterprise.” She was recounting to the entranced Kenley
  the incident with the Three Giffs and her surmises when Kai returned with Dimenon and Margit.
   Kai had not been able to locate Tor, nor indeed engage any of the Thek—large, small, or medium—in
  conversation.
   “The silence of the Thek is profound,” Kai remarked. He seemed more like his old self. “Maybe in a
  year or two, one will remember to forward my message.”
   “Kai would go up to a Thek, rap on the shell and say in a loud clear voice, “Speak?”’ Dimenon was also
  in good spirits. He dangled both hands at chest level and then uttered a series of short barks, grinning
  with no apology for his whimsical behavior, “Require Tor response.”
   The geologists had little time for further conversation because Triv returned with Trizein, Bonnard, and
  Terilla. Trizein was so ecstatic about each and every new species that their expedition had sighted that he
  would break off describing one to cite the more fascinating specimen they had next encountered.
  Bonnard pretended to be weighted down by the film clips. Terilla waved a sheaf of drawings while Triv
  made for the hearth and some food. Varian waited until the first exuberance’s had been expended before
  she explained the need for Sassiness’ reports.
   “But they’re all dead, aren’t they?” Terilla’s expression mirrored her sudden fright and her voice held an
  unsteady quaver. Bonnard stepped to her side and put an arm about her.
   “Tanegli’s alive but he’s very old and senile,” Varian told Terilla with a reassuring smile.
   “I wouldn’t have thought the mutiny was the major issue now,” Triv said, surprised at the disclaimers.
  “Well, how can it be? With a colony ship illegally landing—”
   “Mutiny is always an issue,” Kai said angrily. “Planetary piracy is more serious.”
   “That’s because there’s been more of that than mutiny,” Portegin said, half joking.
   “Far too much,” Lunzie said, not at all amused. “Generally the Federation doesn’t know of a take over
  unless dissidents among the pirates inform. Then it’s too late.”
   “When is “too late” too late to punish criminal activity?” Kai demanded, obviously referring to the
  mutiny, not the piracy.
   “The tribunal will decide that, Kai,” Lunzie said more kindly. “The ramifications are far too complex for
  my understanding of the laws. But, Kai, wouldn’t you say, that senility and the knowledge of the futile out
  come of forty-three years hard work constitute a punishment?” When she saw the obstinate set of Kai’s
  features, she shrugged. “What about consoling yourself with the knowledge that you’ve been instrumental
  in preventing the illegal occupation?”
   “Say, are there Federation rewards for hindering pirates?” Triv asked.
   Despite a spate of cheering at this suggestion, no one had an answer.
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   “What sort of reward could buy back the time we’ve lost,” Kai asked stiffly, “or health?”
   CHAPTER TEN
   After a dinner made lavish by the generosity of Commander Sassinak, Varian received a message from
  the cruiser, couched in the politest terms but nevertheless a firm request that Kai and Varian attend an
  important meeting on the cruiser at 0900. Kai was already asleep.
   “Sleep he needs,” Lunzie said quietly. “He expended a good deal of energy today which he didn’t have,
  trying to find his Thek.” She beckoned Varian down the corridor to her quarters, away from the
  partitioned section where Kai lay sleeping. “C’mon. Let’s broach that brandy my discerning relative sent.
  This day has been a whozzer! Brandy’d go down a treat.”
   Varian was quite willing to indulge and followed Lunzie to her compartment, which was now quite
  comfortable. The microscope held the place of honor on the wide working desk, where neat piles of
  notes and slides testified to the good use Lunzie had made of her afternoon. A cot, more shelves, a
  recorder, a viewer, and two comfortable chairs completed the furnishings.
   The brandy uncorked with a satisfactory schewack, and Lunzie muttered admiringly under her breath as
  the amber liquid gurgled into the glasses. She passed one to Varian, inhaling the bouquet from hers and
  then, with a rare smile on her face, settled into the other chair. She lifted her beaker to clink against
  Varian’s.
   “Here’s to the gods that grew!”
   “And here’s to the soil that fed.”
   The brandy went down smoothly until it hit the bottom of her throat. Then Varian found herself gulping
  cooler air, her eyes about to pop her skull. Tears formed and then dispersed as the fine after taste began
  to spread through out her mouth and throat. Varian swore she could feel the nerves at the base of her
  spine untwist.
   “That’s some skull-pop!” Her voice was a respectful whisper.
   “Indeed!” Lunzie seemed not to feel the same effect, sipping again while Varian regarded her portion
  with considerable respect. The warmth and relaxation continued to diffuse. Varian took another small
  mouthful, expecting the fiery result. Somehow the brandy was mellower. Or her throat was numb.
  “Sverulan as a planet,” Lunzie went on, “has very little to recommend it other than the raw vegetable
  material that ferments into this brandy.” She gestured toward her notes on the table. “I’m hoping that
  Divisti found something equally good. I can’t imagine that the heavyworlders could have existed long on
  this place without some sort of a stimulant.” She lifted her glass again.
   “Lunzie?”
   “Hmmm?”
   “Do you know something you haven’t told us?”
   Lunzie’s eyes met Varian’s without hesitation or guile. “About Ireta? No. And certainly nothing about a
  planned piratical take over. That was completely fortuitous. If you refer to the opportune appearance of
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  the ZD-43 ... Well, just as all elements of the Fleet have standing orders to pursue a leech when it
  appears on their sensors, so people like myself, on routine assignments,” and Lunzie accorded Varian a
  droll grin, “have been primed to obstruct attempts at planet theft when ever and how ever possible. Don’t
  know what more we could have done for Ireta than we did but ...” Lunzie glanced reassuringly again at
  Varian, “I was not planted with this expedition any more than we were planted. And we weren’t! I would
  have said Ireta was the least likely take over property. The heavyworlders must have been fairly
  desperate to stake a claim on a world that stinks as much as Ireta.”
   “The stink of transuranic riches must have smelled better.”
   “It’s not like you to be cynical, Varian. Restore your faith in mankind by a close study of your giffs.
  They’re worth the trouble it takes to preserve them. Remember, if this planet is thrown open, the Ryxi
  are just a short hop away—”
   “Why would the planet be thrown open?” Apprehension overwhelmed Varian as she thought of the
  pompous, intolerant Ryxi.
   “It’s rich, that’s why. There is already an established settlement with an immense grid to facilitate the
  landing of the heaviest ore freighters. Those heavyworlders in their transport will be given short shift and
  tossed back into space. But the tribunal might throw the rest of the planet open to competitive
  explorations, just to keep Aygar’s group in order—that is, if the Thek are willing to for go their obvious
  prior claim to Ireta’s wealth, staked with those old cores Kai has dug up. There is, however, a statute of
  limitations on how long an unworked claim remains the property of the original discoverers. That herd of
  Thek might well be the vanguard of Thek explorers. However, as xenobiologist, you’d do well to
  investigate the fringes. Two emerging species are better than one, even against a superior claim lodged by
  the Thek.”
   Varian felt a shudder of distaste and revulsion.
   “Don’t discount them,” Lunzie said. “Predators can display intelligence, too, you know. Look at us! I
  grant you that the fringes don’t have the intrinsic appeal of your giffs, but the more weight you can plump
  into your investigations, the more chance you have of protecting the giffs. If only by default.” Lunzie took
  another sip of the brandy. “By the way, I accepted an invitation to dine with Sassinak tomorrow evening.
  You and Kai are included.” Lunzie’s expression turned serious again. “I’m hoping that Mayerd’s more
  sophisticated diagnostic unit can analyze that fringe toxin and come up with a purge to flush the toxin out
  of Kai’s system. And a nerve regenerator. Oh, the toxin will dissipate in time ... but he’s needed now, in
  proper working condition.” To that Varian solemnly lifted her glass and drank. “I figure you’ll just about
  make it to your bed before that brandy immobilizes you.”
   Lunzie proved correct, and the sound night’s sleep improved Varian’s out look. Her mind was clear and
  she felt able to combat—well, fang-faces, if necessary. Kai had more color in his face when he and
  Portegin joined her for breakfast, discussing priorities for Portegin’s skills: the new core screen or
  completing repairs to the shuttle’s damaged console.
   “We’ve communications capability, and I can rig up a remote outside here,” Portegin was saying. “It
  won’t take me that much longer,” then he turned with an apologetic grin to Varian, “though I do need a
  few more matrices and more weld-wire, two number-four—”
   “Put it on a list!” Varian said with a mock resignation.
   “I did,” and there was nothing sheepish about the speed with which Portegin handed over his ‘few’
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  requirements, “and then we can communicate directly with the ARCT-10 when, as, and if it makes its
  long overdue appearance.”
   “Dimenon and I want to know if the Thek really are squatting on the sites of the old cores. He
  remembers some of the coordinates but what we sank were so near to some of the older ones, we can’t
  be sure unless we have a screen.”
   “Why would they go after theirs? It’s more logical to go after ours, isn’t it?” Portegin asked with some
  exasperation.
   “Thek logic remains obscure to us poor mortals,” Lunzie said, “but I’d prefer to be in communication
  with as many entities as possible ... the ones that have the courtesy to answer.”
   Kai turned to Lunzie in considerable annoyance. “Can’t you see, Lunzie, how important it might be for
  me to be here today? What can the cruiser’s diagnostic unit do for me that Godheir’s can’t discuss with
  it?”
   “Because we now have a sample of fringe to serve into the diagnostic unit, and Mayerd’s a specialist in
  planetary exotic toxins, and the sooner we get the poison flushed out of your system, the sooner you can
  get out of that padded suit and operate on normal channels! Do I make myself plain? Besides,” and she
  tossed her hand up, “Sassinak wants you there this morning at 0900. It won’t take you that much longer
  to go through a diagnosis again, now to that, Kai had to agree.
   “Then let’s go. Kai, will you be recorder for me?” Varian asked briskly as she looped the bag containing
  all the reports over her shoulder. “Then I can make use of the journey time.” A little reminder to Kai that
  he wasn’t the only one to have his plans altered might help. “If you could get our usual escort on tape,”
  she said as they settled themselves in the battered two-man sled. “I really must see if the nose can be
  repaired.”
   With cautious and studied movements, Kai got into the sled and strapped himself in. His padded
  jumpsuit was of a softer than regulation fabric, padded on shin, thigh, calf, elbow and forearm, with
  skin-gloves, to prevent inadvertent injury. Then he pulled the recorder toward him to check its load and
  sighted for focus and available light. As he completed these preparations, Varian noticed that his eyes
  were deeply shadowed, a strange contrast to the white flesh about the puncture marks.
   “Ready when you are!” he said.
   Varian nodded and took the sled out of the cave into the still misty morning. The passage of the sled
  swirled the yellowish fog about and she used instruments rather than visual guidance in such a pea soup.
   “So much for an outbound record,” she said in disgust. “Nothing will filter that.”
   The telltagger sputtered. “Well, life-forms are coming in at seven o’clock,” Kai said with a semblance of
  a grin. “You’ve got your escort.”
   “How do they see through this murk?”
   “Why don’t you ask them?”
   “Funny fellow! When do I have the opportunity?”
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   “I know the feeling!”
   Whatever tension had existed between them dissipated at this exchange. They traveled on in the murk,
  Kai silent in deference to the concentration Varian required to fly in such conditions. They had been
  airborne for over an hour when the mist began to disperse.
   “Kai, why wouldn’t Tor be here?”
   “That has puzzled me. Especially since Tor took the trouble to rouse the Ryxi and get Godheir down
  here to help us.”
   “Isn’t it unusual for so many Thek to gather?”
   “Highly. I’ve never heard of it before. I wonder if Commander Sassinak would give me a little time on
  the cruiser’s memory banks.”
   Varian grinned to herself. “She seems to wish to cooperate in anyway she can. Oh, turn that thing off,”
  Varian added, for they were having to raise their voices to be heard above the telltagger. Kai flicked it off
  mid blip.
   Just then they emerged from the mist into a brilliantly clear sunlit band, over tree-dotted plains; not too
  far from their original site. Varian craned her neck and saw the three escort giffs emerge from the fog, the
  sun gilding their fur.
   “Why would Sassinak want us at a meeting?”
   “I could think of half a hundred reasons.”
   “Maybe she’s had a report about the ARCT-10 that she won’t commit to a broadcast?”
   Varian shot her companion a quick look but his face gave away no internal emotions. The fate of the
  ARCT-10 would be of primary importance to Kai: his family had been ship-bred for generations. The
  ARCT-10 was his home far more than any planet had ever been hers.
   “Could be,” she replied noncommittally. To dismiss the idea out of hand would be unkind, no matter
  how she wished to reassure Kai. “Sassiness’ not the sort to sugar-coat a pill—”
   “And she’d be aware of the morale factor for most of us.”
   “Kai, how long does an update take to reach a cruiser this far from a sector headquarters?”
   Kai’s breath hissed as he inhaled and then he gave her a slightly sheepish grin. “Not by this morning if the
  first asking was yesterday.”
   “And as Captain Godheir said, he’d’ve heard something if the ARCT-10 was known to be lost.”
   “Hmmmm.”
   “Scant reassurances I know, but a time when no news can be good news. Say, I haven’t had a chance
  to tell you, but Sassinak is Lunzie’s great-great-great-granddaughter!”
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   “No!”
   “That was Sassiness’ parting remark to me yesterday. Took me the entire flight back to get over the
  shock. To cushion the shock she sent Lunzie a bottle of Sverulan brandy.” Varian gave Kai a very gentle
  nudge in the ribs. “Now, I know you don’t appreciate planetary brews, but this stuff is gorgeous. Get on
  Lunzie’s good side and she might just give you a sip—if she hasn’t already finished the bottle on the sly.
  No, she couldn’t have, no one could drink that much Sverulan brandy and function the next day!”
   “I just can’t imagine Lunzie as a mother.”
   “I can. She mothers us in her fashion. It’s the ancestor part that stuns me. That original child is probably
  long since dead, and the next four generations as well, and here is Lunzie, motoring along in fine shape.
  And younger than Sassinak.
   “Ship-breds like me don’t usually run into this sort of anomaly.”
   “Ireta’s full of them.” All kinds, why not a human paradox! I wonder if Lunzie will ever tell us how long
  she’s cold-slept. One thing, it hasn’t affected her wits at all.”
   The patch of clear sky abruptly gave way to a fast-moving heavy squall and managing the sled took all
  Varian’s attention. They rode it out and the weather cleared to lowering clouds scudding across the sky
  just as they reached the plateau, so Kai had a good view of the area. Varian came in above the grid so
  that Kai got the full effect of the two space vehicles, the smaller one, lean and dangerous, the other gross
  and brooding. From that vantage, Kai could also see the settlement, the foundry, and the unoccupied
  length of the grid.
   “They meant to have more than one transport land here, didn’t they?”
   “It would appear so,” she replied. “Krims! Aygar took Sassinak at her word.” She pointed to the three
  sleds parked at the edge of the settlement and the people busy loading them. “They aren’t wasting any
  time. I wonder where they’re going.”
   Kai scowled. “They’ve been given transport?”
   “They’re just as entitled to replacement equipment as we are—”
   “Mutineers may not profit—”
   “Only Tanegli qualifies as a mutineer—”
   “Those people are accessories to a conspiracy against FSP.” Kai pointed agitatedly at the transport
  vessel.
   “Yes, they are. They are the real criminals, Kai, not Aygar and his group.”
   “I don’t understand your reasoning, Varian.” Kai’s face was strained. “How can you possibly take their
  side?”
   “I’m not taking their side, Kai, but I can’t help respecting people who’ve managed to survive Ireta and
  achieve that grid!” She banked the sled to laid it close to the open port of the Zaid-Dayan. “If only the
  ARCT had stripped the beacon, or kept its schedule with us.”
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   “If”, Kai said contemptuously.
   “I’d cheerfully settle for a lousy “when”, when we get you operational again. When we find out what the
  Thek are doing. When we find out what the tribunal thinks of all this ...”
   They landed and very cautiously Kai eased himself out of the sled. Varian made a show of checking the
  records in her shoulder bag. She couldn’t watch the once agile, active young man reduced to the slow
  motion of the invalid. Then she picked up the container with the fringe samples Lunzie had frozen.
   They were met at the portal by a very dark-skinned officer, lean and bouncy. This one wore the rank
  device of a lieutenant commander and the fourragere of an adjutant. He gave them a white-toothed smile
  before gesturing urgently over his shoulder for someone to hurry up.
   “Fordeliton, Leaders Varian, Kai. Very pleased to meet you and at your service. We saw your sled
  approaching. And here is Mayerd.”
   The chief medic came bustling up, her eyes narrowing as she greeted Kai. Then she turned to Varian.
  “How’s Portegin?”
   “Constructing a core screen from that wealth of space matrices and units the commander supplied us
  with,” Varian said. “I’ve a fringe sample for you.”
   “Just what I need.” She took the sample case from Varian. “Kai, you go on with Fordeliton. I’ll collect
  you when we’ve analyzed this information.” Mayerd hurried off down the corridor.
   “If you’ll come with me,” and Fordeliton gestured in the appropriate direction. “Portside at the next
  corridor junction, Varian. And that second door ...”
   Varian halted at the door which bore Fordeliton’s name plate. “I thought we were to see Commander
  Sassinak.”
   “In a manner of speaking, you will. I don’t think we will have missed anything. They’d only just been
  escorted in when I went to collect you,” he said cryptically as he thumbed the catch on his door and
  motioned for Varian and Kai to precede him.
   For a cruiser his quarters were unusually spacious. One wall contained terminal, displays, and auxiliary
  controls. The main view screen was operational and, to Varian’s surprise, tuned to the commander’s
  office and the meeting that was in progress.
   “No, she’s checking their papers. The commander said she would spin that out indefinitely until I had
  you here. If you’ll be seated—” and he leaned over to touch a button. “There, she knows you’re here.
  Yesterday we arrested them for landing illegally on an unopened planet. They protested that they had
  responded to an emergency distress call and merely homed on the beacon. Sassinak suggested this
  morning’s meeting to discuss the irregularity. She wanted you both here for obvious reasons.”
   Eyes on the screen, Varian felt for the offered chair with fumbling hands. “She’s not in there alone with
  them, is she?” she asked Fordeliton in a hushed voice, reacting unconsciously to the menace presented
  by the five heavyworlders perched implacably in front of Sassinak.
   “That’s a stun-wand the commander is handling so casually,” Fordeliton wore an amused expression.
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  “And there’s a group of Wefts in marine uniform just beyond our view, plus of course, the usual sort of
  escort personnel.”
   “Wefts?” Kai was surprised. Wefts were enigmatic shape-changing morphs of unusual abilities. No
  humanoid of any variety had ever emerged victorious from combat against a Weft.
   “Yes, as luck would have it, we’ve six groups with us this tour! The others are inside the transport,
  strategically deployed. In their own flesh.”
   Varian and Kai were both impressed and reassured. Varian released the arms of her chair and glanced
  quickly at Kai to see that he had cautiously splayed his fingers on his thighs, then she devoted her entire
  attention to Sassiness’ performance on the screen.
   As the commander read through the transport ship’s documentation, she tapped the wand through her
  fingers repeatedly, mimicking a nervous habit.
   Just beyond her desk sat the five heavyworlders, three men and two women with the massive physiques
  and broad, almost brutish features of their mutation. They wore soiled ship suits and the wide kidney
  belts that were the fashion of their kind. The dips and buckles were empty of the usual weaponry and
  tools. Varian tried to tell herself that the facial expressions were not hostile; it was simply that
  heavyworlders were not given to needless gestures or expressions even on planets with considerably less
  gravity than their own. Unfortunately, she could more clearly remember Paskutti and Tardma deliberately
  and enjoyably injuring her and Kai, and needlessly terrorizing two young girls. She could not muster
  impartiality or neutral detachment.
   “Yes, yes, Captain Cruss,” Sassinak was saying, her voice velvety smooth, and almost unctuous, “your
  papers do seem to be in order and one cannot fault your chivalry in diverting to investigate a distress
  call.”
   “It was not a distress call,” Cruss said in a heavy, almost hollow voice. “It was a message sent by
  homing capsule to the ARCT-10. As I told you when your ship challenged me yesterday, we found the
  capsule drifting in space. It had been damaged beyond repair. We were able to play back the message.
  It was sent by Paskutti. The voice pattern matched that of one of our planetary explorers on contract
  assignment with the ARCT-10. We verified that he had not been heard of in over forty-three years.
  Naturally it was our duty to investigate.”
   “What disaster had overcome this Paskutti?”
   “His base camp had been overrun by stampeding herbivores of unusual size. He and five others had
  escaped with only their lives. Most of their equipment had been damaged beyond repair. A homing
  capsule is sturdy. It survived. He sent a message. The ARCT-10 did not receive the capsule for it was
  damaged just outside this solar system. Where we found it. I have brought it to show you.”
   With that Captain Cruss deposited a battered shell of metal on her desk with a courtesy that bordered
  on insolence. The homing capsule had long since lost its propulsion unit and the power pack so that it
  looked truncated as well as bent. The message core remained, scored and dinged. Sassinak wisely
  refrained from handling the heavy object.
   “How under the seven suns did they manage to mess up a homing capsule like that?” Kai demanded
  under his breath.
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   “Heavyworld equipment for Heavyworld purposes,” Fordeliton remarked cheerfully.
   “And the message, of course, has been recorded in your computer banks,” Sassinak stated.
   “Can that be done, Kai?” asked Varian.
   “Not easily,” Fordeliton replied. “It would depend on how the message was recorded. If our suspicion is
  correct and there is a broad conspiracy among all the heavyworlders to take whatever opportunities
  present themselves, then Paskutti would have constructed the message so that anyone could extract it.
  Sssh.”
   “You are welcome to extract that message from our computer, Commander,” Cruss replied.
   “Providential that such a capsule was available to this Paskutti. Possibly the battering it received during
  the stampede caused its subsequent malfunction.
   “You have acted properly, as FSP expects a civilian ship to do when a distress message appears out of
  the black. However, Captain Cruss, that act of charity does not detract from the fact that this planet is
  clearly cataloged as unexplored in my computer banks and, as such, not released even for limited
  colonization. You must understand that I am bound to adhere to FSP strictures in such an instance by
  standing orders. I have sent a direct signal to Sector Headquarters and no doubt I shall receive orders
  shortly. Since this is an exceedingly hostile and dangerous world,” and Sassinak permitted herself a
  delicate shudder, “I must require you, your officers, and any passengers not in cryogenic suspension to
  remain aboard your vessel—”
   Captain Cruss rose from his chair. So did his companions. Sassinak neither flinched nor quivered as the
  heavyworlders dwarfed her at her desk.
   “Actually,” she continued in her conversational tone of voice, “the shipwrecked personnel seem to have
  done extremely well in adapting to the hostile environment, even to the commendable work of engineering
  a grid for their eventual rescue by a passing friendly ship. Most ingenious of them. However, I understand
  that they would be willing to supply you with fresh vegetable protein and fruit if you desire a change from
  long-voyage rations. In return, of course, for the usual items of barter.” She smiled. “I hope your water
  supplies are adequate. The local water is foul-tasting and smells.” With a surly growl and a dismissive
  flick of his vast hand, Captain Cruss indicated he needed no replenishments. “Very well, then. I’m
  positive you will wish to continue on your way as soon as we have received clearance for you. The
  indigenes will have all the help we can give them. You may be sure of that.” Sassinak rose then, to signify
  the end of the interview. Varian noticed that she held the wand in her right hand, tapping it carelessly
  against the palm of the left. When Cruss made a motion to reclaim the capsule, she lowered the wand to
  forestall the attempt, not quite touching his wrist.
   “I think that had better remain. Sector will wish to discover why it did not reach its intended destination.
  Can’t have our emergency devices malfunctioning.” What Cruss might have done, Varian didn’t know
  but abruptly Wefts appeared, one by each of the heavyworlders. Varian noted with pleasure that the
  usual heavyworlder sneers quickly altered to alarm. Cruss wheeled and stamped out. The others
  followed and the escort closed in behind them.
   As soon as the door had slid shut, Sassinak swiveled her chair and looked directly at them. Fordeliton
  made an adjustment on the console and Sassinak smiled.
   “Did you two catch the entire act?” She raised one hand to massage her neck muscles.
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   “Your timing was as usual superb, commander,” Fordeliton said.
   “They had the contingencies covered, all right enough, including documentation to that heavyworlder
  colony two systems down. Unless I am mistaken, and I want you to check it out, Ford, that world has
  reached its colonial quota. Varian, were all your records destroyed?”
   “If you mean, do we have the homing capsule serial number on file, yes, it’s probably in the shuttle’s
  memory banks. We can retrieve it once Portegin has the shuttle’s console fully operational. But that
  capsule was stolen from our stores before the stampede ...”
   “Did you mention that fact in the report I hope you have for me?”
   “I did—” Varian glanced at Kai for his answer.
   “I did, too. Commander?”
   “Yes?”
   “Do you believe that they detoured here to answer a shipwreck message?”
   “I would have had no reason to doubt it, would I, if you weren’t alive to give a conflicting account. They
  have, I do believe,” and Sassiness’ smile was smugly malicious, “hoisted themselves on their own petards
  in this case since you can prove the complicity. They don’t know that you lived—”
   “Aygar does.” Kai’s voice was harsh.
   “Do you think we’ve allowed Aygar and his friends to communicate with the colonists? Come, come,
  Leader Kai. I shall permit no intercourse between the two groups, and the surviving mutineer is in
  maximum security on this vessel. Would he recognize you?”
   Varian answered. “When I encountered Tanegli, at first he thought I was from the colony ship. When I
  told him that I was part of a rescue team, he couldn’t wait to get rid of me. On the other hand, he
  wouldn’t be expecting to see Varian. For him a long time has elapsed.”
   “Yes, so it has,” Sassinak mused, a slight smile on her face. “It really doesn’t do for the heavyworlders
  to get so arrogant and presumptuous with us lightweights, does it?” Sassinak leaned forward, her
  expression sad. “The irony of these instances is that those who struggled to pave a way would have
  found themselves discarded by such as Cruss, cast away entirely, once their purpose had been served—I
  wonder if Tanegli and his fellow mutineers ever considered that possibility. Of course,” and a complacent
  smile bowed the commander’s mouth, “your survival is as unexpected as my arrival. Not to mention the
  interest the Thek are evincing in Ireta—can you explain that for me, Kai?”
   “No, Commander. I haven’t been able to get any of them to speak to me. My personal contact, the one
  called Tor, is not among them. May I have access to your computer on the subject of Thek? I want to
  check other occurrences of such numbers descending on a planet. They seem to be settling on the points
  where: we discovered existing cores.”
   “Existing cores?” Sassinak was surprised. “According to Fleet records, this planet has never been
  explored.”
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   “That was our understanding, too, Commander.” Kai’s tone was dry.
   “Nevertheless, my geology team found cores of extreme antiquity in place.”
   “Fascinating. I can only hope that we shall be enlightened in due course.”
   “Commander Sassinak,” Kai began more formally, “does your presence here constitute the relief of the
  ARCT-10 expeditionary team?”
   “How could it, my dear Kai?” Sassinak grinned. “I didn’t know you existed. My jurisdiction begins and
  ends with that transport out there. You were, and still are, an authorized exploration team to Ireta. As
  Varian has reminded me, that makes you both governors pro-tem on Ireta. Since your EV has not
  collected you in the time allotted for your explorations, in FSP law that makes you
  shipwrecked—stranded, if you prefer. And it is standard Fleet procedure to give all aid and assistance to
  stranded personnel. Have I made my position plain?”
   “Indeed, you have.”
   “Will I see you both at dinner this evening?”
   “You will, Commander, and our thanks for the invitation.”
   “It isn’t often that representatives of two generations four times removed get a chance to meet, is it?
  Even in this crazy universe!” Sassinak was smiling as she broke the connection.
   “Do you need any supplies urgently, Governors?” Fordeliton asked with a grin. Kai and Varian tendered
  their lists. “Good, then, I can escort Kai to Mayerd’s clutches and take Varian on to the quartermaster.
  Mayerd’s very good, you know,” Fordeliton went on easily as he preceded them through the confusing
  maze of corridors. “Loves nothing better than a medical puzzle. So much space medicine is fairly cut and
  dried—if you’ll forgive the puns. She’s always writing obscure essays for the Space Medical Journal.
  This is our first planetfall in four months. Too bad the planet stinks so. We could use shore leave.”
   “The first forty years are the hardest,” Kai remarked.
   Fordeliton paused before the sick-bay entrance and Kai, with a grimace, waved them a jaunty farewell.
   CHAPTER ELEVEN
   Varian and Fordeliton had swung down the corridor toward the quartermaster section when Aygar and
  two of the group from the camp meeting came down another access hall. Aygar gave Varian only a curt
  nod of acknowledgment. All three wore the brief Iretan costume adopted by the native-born, now
  enhanced by forcebelts, stunners, and clips. Varian decided the Iretans were really much more attractive
  as human derivatives than the Heavyworld adaptations.
   After she had filled her list, with the exception of the nose plugs which the quartermaster felt would be
  her most pressing need, Varian was asking for help to convey her booty to the sled, when Fordeliton’s
  caller sounded.
   “A moment, Varian, this concerns you, too. Commander Sassiness’ compliments, and can we join her
  immediately? Crewman, secure those supplies in Governor Varian’s sled.”
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   Varian was surprised to find Kai, the medic Mayerd, and Florasse, Tanegli’s daughter—whom she had
  met when barriered as Rianav. While she was being introduced, Aygar was admitted.
   Then the commander activated the main screen. “This report has just arrived from the southwest, from
  the geologist Dimenon. He thought we should know about this development.”
   “That’s the site of Dimenon’s last strike,” Kai said when he recognized the terrain.
   “And the current habitat of twenty-three small Thek if my tally is correct,” Sassinak added with
  wayward amusement. “Now watch the edges of the picture.”
   Even as she spoke, Kai let out an inadvertent gasp of horror and revulsion. He held both hands out in
  front of him as the fringes advanced in their inimitable close-stretch propulsion, heading directly toward
  the sedentary Thek.
   “Those critters are in for a big surprise, Governor,” Sassinak remarked.
   Nonetheless, Kai sucked in his breath and arched his body backward, as the first fringe spread to
  envelop a Thek. Varian was not the only one more interested in Kai’s reactions than what was occurring
  on the screen. Mayerd was discreetly watching him. The fringe had been attracted by a lethal entity, for
  its sides began to melt and, before the creature could desist, it had been reduced to its crumpled
  cartilaginous framework. The other fringes met the same rate. Then, as the fascinated observers watched,
  fringes that had not deployed on their intended victims began to slow their advance, and came to
  fluttering halts.
   “Varian, have you done much investigation of these—what did you call them, Aygar?” Sassinak asked.
   “Fringes.” Aygar’s single word broke Kai’s transfixed gaze from the screen to the Iretan’s presence.
   “Young Terilla named them that,” Kai said in a flat cold voice, turning away from Aygar.
   The big Iretan made no comment, inclining his head briefly.
   “Whatever those black pyramids are—”
   “Thek!” Kai was almost surly.
   “The fringes have met their match, then, in these Thek. Do they generate much heat?”
   “Yes.”
   “What was it you told me, Kai?” Mayerd said into the awkward pause after Kai’s response. “The Thek
  are gorging themselves on raw Iretan energy?”
   Kai nodded curtly.
   “Were we told about Thek, Florasse?” Aygar asked.
   The woman shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving the screen.
   “They are not of this world, Aygar, so why would we have needed to know.” Florasse’s voice held
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  overtones of betrayed trust and disillusionment, enough to make Kai regard her with surprise.
   “What interest do the Thek have on my world?” Aygar asked, his glance sliding from Kai’s closed
  expression to Varian.
   “We would feel easier, Aygar,” Sassinak answered him, “if we ourselves knew. The Thek are a
  long-lived race who keep their own counsel, vouchsafing to us poor ephemera’s only such information as
  they consider us worthy to receive.”
   “They are your supreme rulers?”
   “By no means! They are, however, a vital force in the Federated Sentient Planets. One does not—as
  you just saw—meddle with a Thek with impunity. What is germane to us right now is the question, what
  do you native Iretans know about the fringes?”
   “To stay away from them.” Aygar’s glance flickered to Kai.
   “And?” Sassinak prompted him.
   “They are attracted by body heat and envelop their prey, clasping the digits midsection to secure it. Then
  they consume their victim with a digestive juice. The shipsuit you were wearing saved your life,” Aygar
  remarked to Kai. “Fringes have trouble digesting synthetic fibers.”
   “What weapon do you use to protect yourselves against the creatures?” Sassinak asked.
   “We run”—and Varian was certain now that the powerful young man was possessed by a fine sense of
  humor—“as we possess no effective weapons against the fringes. A few Thek posted about would be
  ideal deterrents.”
   Fordeliton coughed aloud and even Sassinak looked a trifle surprised at Aygar’s irreverent suggestion.
   “Is fire effective?”
   Aygar shrugged. “I’ve never seen them melt before, nor have we had any liquid flame to use. So far they
  have not penetrated to this plateau.”
   Sassinak turned back to the final frame on the screen: the fringes retreating from the Thek.
   “We observed aquatic fringes before we went cryo,” Varian said, “but no evidence at all of
  communication between the species. Perhaps the land fringes are further along in evolution.” She
  shuddered. “I don’t like even to think what they could do in cooperation. The aquatic ones are
  considerably smaller. Oh, and the golden fliers keep well away from them, too.”
   “Fringes in the sea?” Aygar swung toward Varian, with a puzzled frown.
   “Yes, our chemist ran some tests on fringe tissue. They’re one of the many anomalies this planet
  presented us. A life-form with a cellular development completely different from that of the dinosaurs—”
   “Dinosaurs?” Fordeliton erupted in surprise.
   “Yes, it’s all in my report,” Varian said. “Tyrannosaurus rex—I called him fang-face—hadrosaurs of all
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  varieties, crested, helmeted, hyracotherium, pteranodons which I call golden fliers, or giffs—”
   “But that’s preposterous,” Fordeliton began.
   “That’s what Trizein said. He’s an amateur Mesozoic naturalist—”
   “Do you have dinosaurs on this plateau?” Fordeliton eagerly demanded of Aygar.
   “No. We picked the plateau as our settlement because it is mercifully devoid of the large life-forms,”
  Aygar said. “We avoid the dinosaurs as we do the fringes. Especially the golden fliers.” He glanced at
  Varian.
   “The giffs are harmless,” Varian said stoutly.
   Aygar’s eyebrows lifted slightly in an expression of doubt, a doubt which Florasse seconded.
   “There’s obviously a great deal of information to be shared,” Sassinak said, firmly regaining control of
  the meeting. “And considerable reason for you all,” and her gesture made one group of them, “to
  cooperate.” I estimate you have a week, two weeks at the outside before I receive orders, either from
  my Sector or the tribunal. As I have mentioned before, any ship of the Fleet encountering shipwrecked
  survivors is required to render whatever reasonable assistance is requested. We’ll ignore that—” and she
  jerked her thumb in the direction of the heavyworlder transport, “complication for the nonce. My ship has
  been on tour for four months and my crew could use some shore leave, even on a planet that smells as
  bad as this one. Many of them have technical avocations—geology, botany, metallurgy, agronomy. There
  are analysts of all persuasions.” She extended one print out sheet to Kai and one to Aygar. “I’m sure that
  we can arrange duty rosters for anyone you think would be helpful, Governor. My people would make
  up in enthusiasm what they might lack in expertise.” Kai took the sheet from her but Aygar remained
  stolidly regarding Sassinak. With a hint of testiness, she rattled the sheet at him. “You have a perfect right
  to be suspicious of gratuitous offers of assistance, young man, but do not be stupid. You have as much to
  lose or gain as these people. You may not realize it but my profession is to protect life in all its myriad
  and mysterious forms. Not destroy it.”
   Florasse stirred restlessly, her hand twitching, but just then Aygar stepped forward and took the list with
  another of his stiff nods.
   “For my information, I would very much appreciate a report from you Iretans on the life-forms you have
  encountered. Thank you for your attention.” She rose, signifying an end to the meeting, her glance
  indicating that Varian and Kai should remain. “Now,” she said when the door had slid shut again, “any
  luck with your investigations, Mayerd?”
   “Too soon to tell.”
   “What? Your pet diagnostic let you down?”
   “My unit has a great deal to chuckle over, but it has confirmed the interim medication that the Mazer
  Star recommended. We’ll soon have a more exhaustive report.” She sounded confident.
   “Can I get back to my team, then?” Kai’s expression was unusually set.
   “Only if you’ll take Fordeliton with you. He’s a devoted dinosaur buff.”
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   “There must be some mistake,” Fordeliton said, his words bursting forth.
   “Not according to Trizein. Our chemist is also a dinosaur buff,” Varian replied. “Geologically, this planet
  is stuck in the Mesozoic.”
   “There is no way, my dear Varian, that Ireta could evolve creatures similar to the monsters that roamed
  the planet Earth millions of years ago.”
   “We’re well aware of that improbability, Commander,” Varian assured him with a rueful grin, “but that’s
  what we’ve got and Trizein verifies it. It’s all in our reports.”
   “I can see that I’m going to have to pay those reports considerable attention. I was going to have Ford
  do it for me,” Sassiness’ face made a moue of resignation, “but I can’t in conscience keep him cooling his
  heels here if those beasties really are out there. Don’t we have other naturalists on the list, Ford?”
   “Yes, ma’am—Maxnil, Crilsoff, and Pendelman. Anstel as well, but he’s on watch.”
   “They’re not essential crew, are they? No. Would you care for some passengers back to that eyrie of
  yours, Governors?” When she received an eager affirmative from Varian, she nodded to Fordeliton. “See
  to it, will you, Ford. You may have transport and you’d best take supplies. Keep in touch. Now, all,
  shake a leg out of here.” She picked up the first of the report cassettes and slid it into the replay slot on
  her console. “I’ve got a lot of reading to do.” She flicked her hand at them.
   Almost like children released from a tiresome class, they left.
   Fordeliton’s excitement was palpable.
   “Look, I’ll get Maxnil, Crilsoff, and Pendelman, raid the galley and the recorder stores, and follow.
  Okay?”
   “Would you have time, and the space, to take one or two of the geology people?” Kai asked.
   “Sure, sure.” Fordeliton craned his neck to see the list in Kai’s hand. “Baker, Bullo, and Macud are
  good, and they work hard. They’re off-duty right now so they’ll be bored and easily persuaded to
  accompany me.” Fordeliton grinned. “No problem. Don’t want to inundate you but you’ve no idea what
  a treat this is.”
   By this time, they had reached the air lock. Varian had a clear view of the sky and saw the departure of
  three sleds from the Iretans’ settlement, heading southeast. She wondered if they were going to
  consolidate their position on the first campsite which they had abandoned. She looked quickly to see if
  Kai had noticed the sleds but he was discussing supplies with Fordeliton.
   “If you have any telltaggers in your stores, you might want to mount one on your sled,” Varian suggested
  to Fordeliton.
   “We have. I will. I’ll follow as soon as I assemble the men.”
   CHAPTER TWELVE
   Fortunately Fordeliton gave them a few minutes advance warning of his arrival, which allowed Varian
  just enough time to become airborne and prevent the cruiser’s sled from being attacked. Fordeliton was
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  tremendously excited by the variety of creatures he had seen on his way to the giff cliffs. When Varian
  guided him into the cave, he was enraptured by the giffs themselves and his companions—Maxnil,
  Crilsoff, and Pendelman—were equally thrilled.
   “Now that I have you here, I’m not quite sure what to do with you,” Varian said truthfully. “Trizein is out
  with young Bonnard and Terilla—”
   “Could we join them?” Fordeliton was all eagerness.
   “There’s not much point in duplicating effort. What sort of speed and range does your sled have?”
  Varian asked as she rummaged for a sketch map of the main continent of Ireta which Kai had made the
  previous evening.
   “Fleet standard, supersonic.”
   “Really? You wouldn’t mind working up in the polar region, would you? We hadn’t penetrated that far.
  Your sled could function in high temperatures?”
   “Of course!”
   “Well, now,” Varian pointed to the northern polar area. “I’d rather like to know if there are variations of
  these critters that have adapted to the intense heat.”
   “I’ll just put this map through the scan, and we’ll be off to do a reconnaissance.”
   No sooner had she sent him on his way than a second sled penetrated giff territory. They had thought to
  announce their arrival so that Varian had a chance to witness the giff attack mode. The resultant
  commotion brought Lunzie from her lair.
   “You’ll have to go up yourself and escort them in,” the medic told Varian.
   “I think we’ve got too much of a good thing,” Varian said under her breath as she went to the rescue.
   This time it was a second shift from the Zaid-Dayon, the geology buffs, Baker, Bullo, and Macud. Kai
  contacted Dimenon and arranged an unexplored sector for the cruiser’s men to assess. They went off in
  high spirits.
   “We can’t keep alarming the giffs like this,” Varian said, “even if we do need help to accomplish our
  mission.”
   “Why not return to our original site, then?” Lunzie suggested. When she noticed Kai’s stiff posture, she
  shrugged. “Well, it was just an idea.”
   Kai took a deep breath. “Not a bad one, actually, Lunzie. In fact, a very sensible solution. I’d like to see
  if a forcescreen would keep out fringes. They couldn’t have developed from aquatic to land beasts in just
  forty-three years, could they? Well, then,” and he swallowed, took a deep breath, “it was Tor who
  attracted the fringe to the site. We’ll just try to make sure that we keep our Thek visitors to a minimum.
  Okay? Then let’s plan to reestablish our original camp. It makes sense in a number of ways, not just
  protecting the giffs. It’s where ARCT-10 will look for us. And since the Zaid-Dayan’s sleds all have long
  range capabilities, then we won’t have to establish secondary camps. And you can stay on here, Varian,
  and observe the giffs without all this coming and going.”
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   “I like it, Kai,” Lunzie said, thoroughly approving. “But we need a lot of equipment—”
   “We’ll make up a list. Sassinak did say that she’s supposed to replenish any lost equipment.”
   “Isn’t replacing a whole base camp asking a bit much?”
   “I’ll lean on my relation this evening,” Lunzie said. “Blood is thicker than water and a few odd pieces of
  standard Fleet issue.”
   The giff alarm was heard yet again and, cursing with a fervor and an inventiveness that made her listeners
  grin, Varian went out to give escort. Mayerd arrived just as Varian had maneuvered her slower vehicle
  out. Mayerd opened the canopy of her sleek one-man craft as Varian returned, and gave her a cheery,
  apologetic wave. She stepped out of the little ship, turning to gather three large parcels and one small
  before she moved toward Kai and Lunzie.
   “My diagnostic unit chuckled to itself for a good two hours after you left, Kai, but it came up with
  medication and a few tentative conclusions. It rarely makes definitive statements. You are Lunzie, aren’t
  you?” Mayerd asked, juggling her parcels so that she had a free hand to extend to Lunzie.
   “I am and I surmise that you are Lieutenant Commander Mayerd.”
   “Mayerd’ll do.” Then she turned again to Kai, grinning. “Not only did that fringe digestive juice poison
  you, Kai, but you are allergic to the poison. My DU not only came up with tablets to help flush the
  poison out of your system and counteract the allergy but also a salve to anoint the punctures and reduce
  that desensitivity. And DU highly recommended the new nerve regenerative.” She turned expectantly to
  Lunzie. “The Crimjenetic: the regenerative we had to use to combat the Persean paralysis.” When
  Lunzie’s expression remained polite but otherwise unresponsive, Mayerd blinked. “Ah, but you wouldn’t
  have known about that. It happened twenty years ago ...”
   “During a nap I took,” Lunzie commented.
   Mayerd smiled. “You’ll want to read up on this Crimjenetic then. It has proved remarkably effective on
  all kinds of bizarre nerve poisonings. And I’ve some disks on the latest Federated Medical Review I can
  lend you, as well, to make up for that nap time. Remind me this evening. Which brings me to these ...”
  she handed out the parcels. “I thought green for you, Lunzie. Medical research has proved that our
  profession chooses green as their favorite color nine to one. I hope you’re not the odd one out.”
   “I generally am but green is a flattering color, and you were very thoughtful to fill the need.”
   “I got the notion that dress clothes might not have been on your most needed list and, after I saw the
  preparations going on in the officers’ mess, I decided I’d better play costumer for you. Blue for you, Kai,
  and this garnet red should be most becoming, Varian. Sorry about arriving unannounced. Those
  pteranodons of yours are magnificent.”
   “So are these,” Lunzie said, one blunt-fingered hand stroking the deep green fabric. “Just how big are
  the Zaid-Dayan’s stores?”
   “Pretty damned all-inclusive,” Mayerd said with pride. “We’re only four months into this tour so our
  supplies are basically untouched. Maybe not esoteric. Why? What do you need?”
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   “A few odd domes, some heavy duty forcescreens ...”
   “Capable of frying fringes?” Mayerd asked with a sympathetic chuckle.
   “You got it in one!”
   “Just hand me your list. Clever of you to be related to the commander, isn’t it?”
   “Providential!”
   “We haven’t actually written up a list yet,” Varian said, “We only just decided to leave here before the
  giffs lose their fur in frights.”
   “A cavern did seem an odd place to set up as a major campsite,” Mayerd remarked.
   “It was a good port in a ...” Varian broke off her sentence because one of Ireta’s sudden boisterous
  squalls erupted, blowing the vines inward, rain and debris falling just short of the little group.
   “Not that the heaviest duty forcescreen would keep off that sort of storm,” Mayerd said, establishing
  herself beyond the storm wrack on a hearth stool. She took a pad and scripter out of her thigh pocket
  and looked about her expectantly. “Now, how many domes? How large a forcescreen? Furnishings?
  Supplies? Old lamps for new?”
   By the time Mayerd had left, she had prompted a far more exhaustive list of requirements from them
  than they would ever have listed without her encouragement. When Varian suggested that they might be
  overdoing it, Mayerd dismissed the notion immediately.
   “Sassinak has given orders that you are to be given any reasonable quantity of supplies—”
   “I wouldn’t call it exactly reasonable,” Varian said indicating the filled pad.
   Mayerd regarded her with eyebrows raised in polite surprise.
   “When Sassinak sees domes, forcescreens—”
   “Sassinak,” and Mayerd paused briefly to emphasize her commander’s name, “won’t see a trivial list like
  this. She’s got one very big problem in a transport, occupying her waking hours. This,” and Mayerd
  waved the pad, “goes directly into QM, and I’ll see that it’s delivered to the site tomorrow morning.” She
  moved lightly to the little one-man craft, slid back the canopy, and seated herself. “That is, assuming any
  of us are capable tomorrow morning. Let me check the coordinates of that campsite now, while I’m
  able.” Kai glanced at the notation and confirmed it. “See you later.”
   Varian couldn’t resist the temptation to swing out on one of the vines and see what the giffs made of the
  speed of Mayerd’s craft. Some younger fliers took off in pursuit, but it was immediately obvious that they
  could never catch the speedy sled, so they began to make lazy swirls in the clearing sky, first to the left
  and then to the right. Almost, Varian thought as if they made the tip of first one wing and then the other
  the pivot of a private circle of sky.
   “I wish you wouldn’t take risks like that,” Kai said, frowning anxiously as she reached the safety inside
  the cave and released the vine.
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   “It’s exhilarating, for one thing. For another, I had to move fast or miss the sight and the ladder was too
  far away. Kai,” and Varian held out one hand, meaning to clasp his arm to transmit understanding. The
  gesture was not completed because she remembered his handicap and wasn’t sure just how light a touch
  might harm. She dropped her hand. “Kai, I just wanted to say that I think you’re perfectly splendid to
  shift camps to protect the giffs from unnecessary interference.”
   Kai shrugged. “Being here would make your job impossible if you wanted to catch the giffs going about
  their regular routine. If they have one. And anyhow,” he grinned ruefully, “I think it would lay a lot of
  ghosts to rest to go back there. D’you want to keep the shuttle as your base?”
   Varian looked about her, at the amenities which Captain Godheir and Obir had so thoughtfully arranged.
   “I’d be very comfortable here, without the shuttle. And then there’s the matter of the giffs’ reaction to
  the departure of the shuttle. That’ll be interesting to observe.” She grinned.
   “D’you think they’ve wondered if it will sprout wings when it’s big enough? Or hatch?”
   “They’ve been that road once, when Tor paid you the visit.”
   They grinned, once again in harmony with each other. Then Kai gave her arm an affectionate squeeze.
   “C’mon. Once again we’ve got some organizing to do.”
   CHAPTER THIRTEEN
   Kai, Lunzie and Varian arrived at the Zaid-Dayan as the brief Iretan twilight fell over the edge into night.
  Lights winked on in the settlement, a huge spotlight illuminating the large clearing around which the
  individual residences were grouped. Red night lights went on around the looming mass of the
  heavyworlder transport, making the great ship seem more ominous than ever. Twinkling here and there,
  patrol vehicles flitted on seemingly random courses like fire flies. The patrol carts were little more than
  powered platforms for the two men seated on them, but they were effective mobile sentry units. The
  gangway was clearly lit and as Varian landed the sled, she was surprised to see men trotting out to form
  an honor guard from the gangway to their sled.
   “Why is it that you never have human escorts when you really need them?” Lunzie murmured. The usual
  three giffs had guided them to the plateau.
   “Have they gone?” Varian asked. Far above them hung a layer of thick black clouds, under which the
  visibility was unusually lucid in the twilight, which was punctuated now and then with lightning.
   “Now that they’ve delivered us safely to the big eggs.” Lunzie was in good spirits, and Kai wondered if
  she could continue that way all evening. It could be a dinner to be remembered for many reasons.
   A sudden shrill whistle greeted them as they emerged from the sled.
   “Muhlah! She’s thrown the whole ceremony at us,” Kai exclaimed, forgetting to watch his movements
  and catching his hand on the canopy frame. Neither Varian nor Lunzie noticed as their attention was on
  the naval honors being accorded them. He glanced quickly down at his gloved hand but saw no damage.
  He quickly fell in step behind the women, as complimented by the courtesies as they.
   “Blessings on Mayerd for her parcels,” Varian said quickly to Kai.
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   “Well, now look what we have here!” Lunzie cried, holding her arms wide apart.
   In the companionway Fordeliton stood in the silver, black, and blue dress uniform of the Fleet, complete
  with all his honors—and there were many—on his breast. Slightly to one side waited Mayerd, equally
  splendid, with the Medical sash crossing her chest. Neither were a patch on Sassinak, however, who
  also awaited her guests. The commander wore a knowing black gown, its full skirts decorated with tiny
  stars while the close fitting bodice was goffered with blue. Tiny jeweled formal-dress honors adorned her
  left breast while the rank emblems were jeweled shoulder ornaments. Kai did not remember ever seeing
  the ARCT’s officers in full dress regalia, but perhaps EVs followed customs different from those of the
  Fleet.
   “Lunzie, it is indeed a privilege and a pleasure to meet you!”
   Sassinak stood very straight and saluted crisply.
   “It is a unique occasion, certainly,” Lunzie replied in a drawl but there was no diffidence in her firm
  handshake.
   The two women stood for a long moment, then Sassinak grinned, cocking her head slightly to one side in
  a mannerism so like Lunzie that Kai and Varian exchanged startled looks.
   “You have been exceedingly generous to a stranded relative, Commander Sassinak. That brandy went
  down very smoothly.”
   “Sassinak, please,” and the commander indicated the direction they should take. “Surely one must mark
  the chance encounter with an ancestor.”
   “This is going to be some evening,” Mayerd murmured as she took Kai by the arm.
   “Stand down the honor guard, Besler,” Fordeliton ordered the duty officer with a salute. “This way,
  Governor Varian ...”
   It was indeed an evening long remembered by the participants. Fordeliton abandoned any pretext of
  composure after Lunzie’s fourth outrageous pun. Varian had no compunction and howled with laughter.
  Kai grinned so broadly he wondered if he was doing his face an injury. Mayerd had few inhibitions
  anyway and was respectful but unawed by her commander. The stewards managed to keep their
  expressions under reasonable control, but several times Varian was certain that she had heard bursts of
  laughter erupting from the serving alcove. And the food was superb! Varian watched Kai sample the
  unfamiliar portions with a tact born of the desire not to embarrass Lunzie. Varian found the dishes so
  utterly delicious, unusual, and much tastier than their recent fare that she felt Kai ought to have eaten with
  greater gusto. Each subtle taste was balanced by the next and none of the portions was too large, each
  was enough merely to tempt the palate to the next course. Their glasses were changed with each new
  course, and the wines were perfect.
   When they conferred together on the point later, Varian and Kai were both disappointed not to learn
  more about Lunzie’s early career or her planet of origin. Not even the name of the child who had
  produced this latter-day descendant, Sassinak. That the two were actually blood-kin was obvious in a
  dozen small resemblance’s, in mannerisms or expressions, a gesture, a tilt of the head, a quirk of the
  eyebrow, and a shared humor that certainly bridged the generation gap.
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   All but the tiny cups of cha and elegant after dinner liqueur glasses had been cleared when Sassinak
  turned to Kai.
   “I understand that you are shifting back to your original campsite, Kai. Wasn’t that where the fringe
  attacked you?”
   “Yes, but I feel only because Tor’s warmth had attracted it. We exude a fraction of the body heat of a
  Thek. Forty years ago we didn’t see any land fringes though we had a full complement in the camp. The
  campsite has not lost the advantages which led us to choose it in the first place.”
   “I believe I can offer you an even greater security, at least while we’re still in the vicinity. Fordeliton,
  don’t you think we should give the globes a test run in this unusual situation?”
   “Yes, indeed, I do, Commander. They haven’t yet been tested by such diverse life-forms. Thek, human,
  dinosaur, the avian golden fliers, and fringes! This environment will be a very good test of globe
  capability.”
   “Globes are an early warning device that have recently been released for Fleet use. I can’t go into
  specifics but with a properly programmed globe hanging over your encampment, Kai, you’ll be safe from
  such predators as the fringes and the bigger dinosaurs. Now tell me, just how did you escape from the
  dome and avoid the stampede?”
   “It’s in my report,” Kai said, surprised.
   “Your report, and I quote, says, ‘We exited from the rear of the dome and reached the safety of the
  shuttle just as the vanguard of the stampeding hadrosaurs breached the forcescreen’.” Sassinak stared
  hard at Kai for a long moment and then turned to Varian. “You were even less forth coming. ‘We
  escaped from the dome and reached the shuttle.’ Period. So how exactly did you escape to the shuttle?”
   “Triv and I called on Discipline and parted the dome at the seam.”
   “At the seam?” Fordeliton was impressed and glanced at his commander, who merely nodded. “The
  young man, Bonnard, had not been apprehended by the heavyworlders?”
   “No, Bonnard was at large,” Kai said, with a wry grin. “He’d the great good sense to hide the power
  packs—”
   “Rendering the sleds inoperative. Good strategy. I would suggest that the mutineers made the usual
  classic mistake—they underestimated their opponents. A lesson Naval Tactics always emphasizes, does
  it not, Ford?” Sassinak, raised one eyebrow and regarded her aide with a tolerant smile.
   “Indeed, yes.” Fordeliton dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and looked anywhere but at Sassinak.
   “Leaping ahead in your story, then, Kai and Varian, the golden fliers must be discriminating indeed if
  they protect you, and yet are aggressive to the Iretans, a hostility I infer from Aygar’s remark this
  morning.”
   “The giffs had thresholds for their behavior, one of which was started—and this is surmise—by the
  mutineers who probably searched near enough to the giff caves to provoke attack. They would repel
  anyone approaching our refuge from the ravine side. They also seem to be able to distinguish among sled
  engines.”
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   “What more have you observed about the giffs?”
   “Not as much as I would like. To date, my observations have mainly dealt with their reactions to us, not
  interactions among themselves. That’s what I’d like to explore.”
   “Excellent! Excellent! That’s just what you should do.”
   “What interested me most,” Mayerd said, hitching forward in her chair, “was the fact that those
  creatures knew a specific remedy for the fringe poison. And realized that you needed it. I’d say that
  places their intelligence level well above primitive norms.”
   “What establishes them above primitive norms is ...” Sassinak broke off, aware of a shadow, hovering
  anxiously just out of sight in the corridor. “Yes, what is it?”
   Borander stepped into view, every inch of him reluctant to interrupt the gathering.
   “You ordered that you be informed of any attempt at communication between the transport and the
  Iretans, Commander.”
   “Indeed. Who’s trying to get in touch with whom?” Sassinak shed her party manner in that instant.
   “A transmission from the transport has been monitored, directed at the Iretan settlement and requesting it
  to open communications.”
   “And?”
   “There has been no reply from the settlement.”
   “How could the Iretans reply?” Lunzie asked. “They haven’t any comunits!”
   “They don’t?” Now Fordeliton registered amazement.
   “It isn’t likely that the original units have survived forty-three years in this climate,” Varian said. “Unless
  the Iretans were issued replacements.”
   Fordeliton shook his head. “We were surprised, but Aygar said that he didn’t have much need for that
  sort of equipment. Nor did they request any power units suitable for a comunit of any current type.”
   “On what frequency was Cruss broadcasting?” Kai asked suddenly. Sassinak raised her eyebrows with
  approval. When Borander gave the frequency, Kai smiled with satisfaction. “That was the frequency the
  expedition used, Commander.”
   “Very interesting, indeed. Now how would our innocent Captain Cruss have learned that from the
  ‘message’ in the damaged homing capsule? I’ve read and reread the text. The frequencies were not
  included. He has well and truly used enough rope.”
   Lunzie chuckled. “I wonder why Cruss is trying to contact people who don’t wish contact with him.”
   “Could Aygar be playing a deep game?” Sassinak asked.
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   “I wouldn’t say he was playing any game,” Varian said, watching the frown on Kai’s face deepen at her
  remark. “He has stated his position quite clearly—this is his planet and he intends to remain on it.”
   “More power to him if he can,” Sassinak replied. “Borander, my compliments to Lieutenant Commander
  Dupaynil. I think this is a matter for his skills.” As Borander went off on his errand, Sassinak turned to
  her guests. “Dupaynil’s Naval Intelligence. Varian, do the Iretans have any particular accent or provincial
  dialect? ...” And when Varian reassured her, she continued, “My friends, too many attempts at planetary
  piracy have been successful, too many well-organized expeditions have appeared on planets which were
  not scheduled to be colonized for a half century. And—to be candid—generally not by groups which are
  amenable to observing Federated Charter obligations as regards ecology, minority, and nonaggression.
  The unusual circumstances of the spontaneous settlement are all reasonably explained—always after the
  fact, when the Federation is powerless to disband a by-then established, productive colony. The more
  we can discover about the modus operandi, the quicker we can squash the whole movement.”
   “Are the heavyworlders always the pirates?” Kai asked.
   “By no means,” Sassinak replied, twirling her liqueur glass gently, around on the damask table-covering.
  “But they have been the most successful at the game, usurping planets that were destined for other
  minorities. Ireta is a good case in point. Gravity is normal here.”
   “That’s about the only thing that is,” Lunzie muttered under her breath.
   “Be that as it may,” and Sassinak shot her relative a sympathetic glance, “Ireta is too rich a plum to be
  plucked by the fardling heavyworlders! Let them find high-gravity worlds where their mutation is useful.”
   “It would be quite valuable, then, to discover if a group has been organizing these piratical ventures?”
  Lunzie asked.
   “Invaluable, my dear great-great-great-great-grandmother Lunzie, invaluable. Have you any ideas?”
   “One which I see no point in discussing prematurely. It’s just that something you said is twitching a
  memory.” Lunzie flung up one hand in disgust at her inability to recall it. “I’d like to assist this Intelligence
  man of yours, if I may ...” and her glance took in Varian and Kai as well as the commander.
   Varian shrugged and looked to Kai.
   “It would afford me considerable pleasure,” he said, “if we could thwart the planetary pirates.”
   A discreet rap on the door was immediately acknowledged by Sassinak and a slim, swarthy man eased
  into the wardroom. After one quick glance around the table, he gave all his attention to his commander.
   “Dupaynil, how would you like to pose as an Iretan, eager to admit the heavyworlders to this planet?”
   “The very thing to while away my tedium, Commander.”
   “I apologize for the abrupt end to this exceedingly pleasant evening, ladies, gentlemen,” Sassinak said as
  she rose, her manner brusque, no longer suited to the elegant gown that swirled about her legs. “Lunzie,
  may we avail you of your offer? Ford, see our guests to their transport?”
   “You will keep us informed of developments, Sassinak?” Kai asked, rising slowly and carefully.
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   “Indeed, she will,” Lunzie said with a little smile. “I’m a firm believer in ancestor worship.”
   CHAPTER FOURTEEN
   The next morning Varian and Kai called together all the survivors to explain their move back to the
  original campsite. The only one to protest was Aulia, and she did so at the top of her lungs, hysterically
  proclaiming that they were being transferred to their deaths where those hideous animals were ready to
  charge at them again, not to mention the things that had eaten Kai. At that point, even the insensitive Aulia
  became aware of the disapproval from all sides. Her monologue subsided into a rebellious mutter.
   “Commander Sassinak has equipped us with attack-repulse force screens,” Kai said, “and a device
  which is new to us but infallible in detecting aggression from any source. I think we can return in good
  heart. That site is, after all, where ARCT-10 will search for us.”
   “Kai, Arcteen, you can’t honestly think we’ll ever see them again, do you?” Aulia’s voice was quite
  shrill.
   The three youngsters tensed and looked intently at Kai, waiting for his response.
   “Yes, I can honestly believe that the ARCT-10 will return for us. This is an instance where no news can
  be construed as good news. Neither Captain Godheir nor Commander Sassinak found anything in their
  data banks about the loss of an EV. And such a loss would have been news galaxy wide. Commander
  Sassinak has requested a Sector update with specific references to a position report on the ARCT-10.”
   “In forty-three years the ARCT-10 could be in another galaxy. Maybe that’s why no one has heard of
  it.”
   “By the same token,” Lunzie called in a dry taunting voice, “it could have taken forty-three years to
  maneuver out of that cosmic storm.”
   Eager to continue the attack, Aulia took a deep breath which she exhaled on a gasp as Portegin pinched
  her upper arm. Rubbing it, she turned to Triv. When she saw the set of his jaw and the irritation in his
  expression, she subsided into a petulant sulk.
   “Now, we’d best organize the removal. The Zaid-Dayan people will be meeting us at the campsite at
  0900. Let’s get cracking.”
   Lunzie pointed a very stern forefinger at Kai. “You will be executive director of the proceedings. Seated
  here!” Her forefinger then indicated the stool by the hearth.
   Kai grinned at her and made a show of assuming his command position.
   It did not, in fact, take much time to secure the sparse furnishings in the shuttle, nor to pack oddments in
  the sleds. Varian was going to retain a two-man sled for her own use and keep a few basic necessities in
  the cave, to allow her to continue her observations, if weather and circumstances ever permitted. Kenley
  then arrived with other crew members from the Mazer Star to assist in the removal.
   Triv was to pilot the shuttle, and firmly grasping the unrepentant Aulia by the elbow, propelled her into
  the shuttle. Lunzie followed “to deal with her, if necessary,” the medic said in angry aside to Varian.
  Portegin brought up the rear, looking as glum as Aulia but for a different reason. Dimenon was to take
  Trizein, Terilla, and Cleiti in the four-man sled, along with Trizein’s accouterments. Trizein was full of
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  directions to the girls on what should be recorded on their outward trip, while Dimenon would take one
  of the smaller sleds, giving Bonnard a driving lesson which, Bonnard allowed vehemently, was long
  overdue for a man fifty-eight years old. Margit and Kai were taking the other small sled, packed with
  whatever was left over.
   When all were ready to take off, Kenley went up the ladder to the top of the cliff, determined to film the
  exodus and giff reaction to it. Weather permitting, he sourly amended. A black squall line was making its
  way across the inland sea. Varian, and another recorder would remain in the cave. She was rather hoping
  that the Elder Three Giffs would enter the cavern, once the ‘big egg’ had flown away. The shuttle’s
  take-off could pose quite a cultural shock to the giffs, but its removal couldn’t be helped. The shuttle was
  an essential unit for the main campsite. Its departure would certainly give insights to giff intelligence and
  perception, parameters which Varian was eager to establish despite the considerable shock it would
  occasion the giffs.
   The smaller sleds went first, bulleted a bit by the squall winds but flying quickly away from the
  turbulence. The heavier shuttle had to be turned, a maneuver Triv accomplished deftly, then it moved
  majestically from the cave, and rose with great dignity above the cliff. Varian grinned to herself: there was
  an element of unexpected theatricality in old Triv. She thought she heard a muted cry of astonishment
  from Kenley but the wind had got up and she couldn’t be sure.
   With the sleds and shuttle gone, the cave seemed barren, her small alcove an intrusion. She settled lightly
  on the stool, shifting the weight of the recorder to her shoulder. The vines billowed in, and a splatter of
  the morning rain reached her, misting across her face and hands, making the small hearth fire hiss. She
  was positive she heard giff cries, shrill and excited. Why hadn’t she thought to equip Kenley with a wrist
  unit so he could tell her what was happening. Yes, she did hear what could only be a whoop, and a
  completely human emission. Patiently she waited.
   She was rewarded. Suddenly the vines were shoved aside as three large golden fliers glided in, coming
  to a halt a respectful distance from where the shuttle had nested so long. Varian grinned at her use of
  terminology as she recorded them. All Three Giffs stared at the empty space, their wings still
  half-extended. The end giffs turned their heads inquiringly toward Middle Giff who gave the equivalent of
  a shrug and neatly laid his wings to his back in a gesture that might be rendered as resignation to an
  unpleasant truth.
   Then each of the giffs appeared sunk down on its legs, pulling its wings tighter to the body and retracting
  the neck slightly. Varian perceived an aura of sadness and disappointment about the giffs. A small sound,
  just at the audible level, came to her ears. It had to be emanating from the giffs for it was not a squall or
  wind noise: a sad and sorrowing note. So sad that Varian felt the short hairs on the back of her neck
  begin to rise and decided it was time to make a move.
   She had just shifted the recorder when Kenley unexpectedly slid down the ladder pole. The giffs
  extended their wings, hissing and exclaiming so loudly that Varian was alarmed.
   “Kenley, stand still! Spread out your arms! You’re peaceful!”
   “I’ll say I am!” Kenley complied with her instructions but backed against the ladder as the nearest means
  of escape from the winged creatures obviously bent on attacking him.
   To give him full credit, Kenley stood his ground while Varian dashed around the advancing giffs and
  jumped between them and Kenley.
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   “Don’t hurt him!” Varian cried, arms spread wide in front of the giffs to impede their progress. “You
  know me! You must know me.”
   “What if they don’t remember you?” Kenley had grabbed the first rungs of the ladder.
   “I’m friendly! You know me.” It took a tremendous effort for Varian to keep her voice friendly. The giffs
  were so close to her that she could smell the aroma of fish and spice that they exuded. Their long pointed
  beaks had raised slightly and she was being regarded by very keen, hostile eyes. The midwing digits were
  flexing as if to seize her.
   “I’m sorry, I still don’t have any of the Rift grasses for you. Now is really not the time to appear before
  you empty-handed but I didn’t expect Kenley to come flying down here before I’d had a chance to talk
  with you. Not that you could understand more than the tone of voice, but you do see that I’m trying to be
  pleasant and friendly. Don’t you?”
   Middle Giff was towering over her, digits working, its head cocked slightly as it kept its right eye fixed
  on her.
   “Krims, Varian, I don’t even have a stunner on my belt! What’re you going to do?”
   “I’m going to keep talking,” she said, smiling so broadly she felt her cheeks might crack. “And you’re
  not going to move a muscle unless they dive on me. Then you better move it up that ladder.” Her tone
  was lightly cheerful despite her ominous words and when Kenley groaned, she added, “Don’t do that to
  me, friend. You be as cheerful as I am. They understand tone, and that wasn’t a good one. Okay?”
   “I gotcha.”
   Varian had to grin at the intensity of his rejoinder. Then very slowly she extended her hand.
   “Now, let’s see if we can make the first overtures of what I hope will be a lasting friendship.” She
  watched Middle Giffs body, flicking her glance to his wings briefly but it was as curious about her next
  move as she was about the giffs reaction to it. Moving with great precision, Varian touched the wing claw
  of the giff. It twitched but the giff did not retreat. Varian let her fingers drift from the claw to the wing
  surface. “Hey, you feel almost oily. It’s not like fur at all.”
   “That thing has fur? I thought birds always had feathers.”
   “There’s a point in evolution when fur was feathers or the other way round. Giffs are furred.”
   Varian withdrew her hand from Middle Giff who had been regarding her with unblinking eyes. Now
  suddenly it blinked several times, for all the world like a small child which had steeled itself for an
  unknown experience and had received a pleasant surprise.
   “There! That wasn’t so terrible now, was it?” she said, grinning in an honest reaction to its manner.
   She turned her body toward the smaller giff and, allowing it time to withdraw, touched its wing claw
  lightly. It endured the contact but immediately took a small backward step.
   “Okay, I get the message.” She looked at the other small giff and as if it sensed her intention, it, too,
  stepped back. “I receive you loud and clear.” She looked back at Middle Giff. “You’re the courageous
  one, are you?”
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   Something like a croon could be heard from Middle Giff. Its throat was vibrating.
   “Oh, you agree with me, huh?” Slowly, once again, she extended her hand for the wing claw, its three
  digits lying loose. She took one between her thumb and forefinger and pressed very gently. “An Iretan
  handshake. First contact between species.”
   “You got guts!” Kenley breathed behind her.
   “Just don’t move, Kenley.”
   “Not a hair. I’ll leave it all up to you.”
   She maintained the light grasp, and her wide smile, aware of the intense scrutiny of Middle Giff. Then,
  tentatively, the claws lightly closed about her fingers. It felt warm and dry and she wondered what
  impression the giff had of its contact with her flesh. The claw released her fingers and she drew back her
  hand.
   “Ordinarily, one says, hello, how are you today?” Varian inclined her body in a slight bow and gurgled
  with triumph as the giff rocked forward slightly toward her.
   “I should have had that recorded, Varian. I really should. That’s what I’m here to do, isn’t it?” Kenley
  sounded aggrieved and Varian had to contain her ire.
   “If you hadn’t clattered down that ladder like the Galormis were after you.” Varian had to keep her
  voice pleasant but she was annoyed with Kenley for his entrance.
   “I wouldn’t have,” he replied with exasperation, “if I’d known you had this trio here. But I didn’t. How
  did they get here?”
   “They flew.”
   “Sorry. I guess I was in a hurry. Hey, I’ve got to get this recorded.”
   “Just move slowly is all I ask, Kenley.” Varian held the gaze of Middle Giff.
   It had made a slight noise, deep in its chest, and the other two giffs had begun to back away from
  Varian. Then, as if this were a much rehearsed courtesy, the Middle Giff began to back up, an awkward
  movement for one of its size. Then, with a second comment, the three giffs waddled with a certain stately
  dignity to the mouth of the cave and dropped off. Kenley raced to the edge, recorder trained on their
  exit.
   “Wow! I got that recorded!” Kenley ignored the fact that it was his behavior that had caused him to lose
  the more impressive scene of the first contact.
   Varian let out a sigh of intense relief. Sweat was standing out on her forehead and she wiped it away on
  her sleeve as reaction weakened her knees. She moved back to her stool and sat down heavily.
   “Rule number one in recording animals of unknown habits and custom—approach cautiously from any
  direction.”
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   “Hey, Varian, the three who were here have gone to roost but there’s a whole flotilla of ’em
  disappearing southeast, down the sea.”
   Nervous reaction forgotten, Varian sprinted to the entrance, hanging onto a vine to swing out past the
  lip, craning her head upward. The earlier squall had departed and in misty sky she could see the golden
  fliers on their daily rounds, fish nets trailing from their feet.
   “Hope you have plenty of footage left, Kenley, because we’re going fishing! C’mon!” He joined her in
  the sled. Thanks be to Krims, but it was great to be doing what she’d been yearning to do ever since she
  woke up.
   CHAPTER FIFTEEN
   When Kai’s group reached the campsite, they found four vehicles of various sizes from the Zaid-Dayan
  already awaiting them. A work party was busy tearing out the old forcescreen posts. The replacements,
  thicker by half again, lay to one side alongside the control mechanisms.
   As Kai glided in to land by the vehicles, Fordeliton emerged from the largest and waved to him. Then
  both men turned to watch Triv bring the shuttle down in a deft landing on the exact spot it had occupied
  forty-three years earlier. Experiencing deja vu, Kai found that he had to turn away from the spectacle and
  so engaged Fordeliton in conversation.
   “I think you’ll find that everything you ordered through Mayerd is here,” Ford said, waving expansively
  at the three sleds and the sleek pinnace. “A few incidentals were added by our commander.”
   “A bottle of the Sverulan brandy I’ve heard so much about?” Kai asked, with a grin.
   “That would surprise me. She guards the vintage like the destruct codes. However, she was looking
  quite pleased with herself and there hasn’t been a hair seen of the hide of that Dupaynil. Lunzie have
  anything to say for herself?”
   “I haven’t had time to ask her,” Kai said, having forgotten all about that aspect of the previous evening’s
  events. “Lunzie never makes gratuitous admissions.”
   “Takes after her great-great-great then.” Fordeliton compressed his lips in exasperation. “However,”
  and he changed moods, “let us not prod imponderables. I have here the little device which Commander
  Sassinak mentioned. I have coded it with information from our various tapes and files about this planet.
  Even fed it that tape from Dimenon about the fringes. So it only needs to be set in place.” He beckoned
  Kai after him to the pinnace, where he laid hands on a small black plastic traveling case. Kneeling, he
  opened it and lifted out an opaque globe. He rose, displaying the object to Kai, a big grin on his face.
  “This is quite a device.” Opening a small compartment, he made a few minute adjustments and closed it.
  “Now, we just let it sail.”
   “Sail?”
   “Well, we give it a bit of upward impetus,” Fordeliton amended, beckoning Kai to follow him out of the
  pinnace. He spotted and then walked quickly to a small cairn of stones. “This was adjudged the exact
  center of the area enclosed by the forcescreen. So,” and flexing his knees, Fordeliton gave a leap,
  heaving the globe upward at the top of his jump. The globe continued up and then paused, spinning in a
  leisurely fashion, a pale light coruscating from it. Fordeliton dusted his hands together. “Now, nothing
  small, large, medium, programmed or unrecognizable can approach this site without you knowing, and
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  the intruder, if on the unwanted list, being stunned senseless. Feel safer?”
   “If you say so.”
   “I do.” Fordeliton gripped Kai’s shoulder in a firm but understanding grasp. “Now, what else can we do
  for you?”
   Just then the forcescreen came on and a cheer went up from the survivors as well as the volunteers from
  the Zaid-Dayan.
   “Now we can get back to the business interrupted forty-three years ago.”
   “Once the domes are up,” Ford amended. Kai nodded agreement.
   This time, Trizein elected to have a dome instead of quarters in the shuttle. He also volunteered to
  supervise the three youngsters so one of the larger units was erected, providing him with a large working
  area and four small sleeping sections. Dimenon and Margit elected to return to their secondary camp.
  Portegin, Aulia in tow, settled on a site for their dome. Triv took a single, as did Kai. Then a place for the
  largest dome, meeting room cum mess hall was chosen. As the supply of domes had been generous, two
  more were placed, one for Varian and another for such visitors as might care to stay over. As Kai once
  again surveyed the natural amphitheater, its forcescreen spitting as it demolished unwary insects, he could
  not fail to notice that none of the newly erected domes had been sighted where those of the first
  encampment had been. An understandable phenomenon.
   Among the volunteers were two stewards from the Zaid-Dayan and they supplied a midday meal utilizing
  some of the Iretan fruits and greens.
   “Surprised me, it did,” the man said, “considering how this planet stinks. Wouldn’t have thought anything
  would taste halfway edible: And it does!”
   “I think we can’t taste right, is what I think,” the second caterer said, “with all that smell messing up our
  tasters and smellers.”
   “Just goes to show, doesn’t it,” Margit allowed, “that neither looks nor smells is everything. So, Kai,
  shall Dim and I get back to our bailiwick?”
   An ear-piercing whistle interrupted any answer Kai would have made. As he glanced upwards, thinking
  the globe was alerting them, he saw Ford depressing a knob on his wrist comunit. A momentary flash of
  disappointment crossed the officer’s face but was quickly erased. He turned to Kai with a rueful smile,
  nodding to his men who had been alerted by the noise.
   “I’m sorry, Kai, that’s recall. We’ve been on yellow alert since we landed. It’s now red.” He rose to his
  feet, making a broad sweeping gesture with his arm. “All right, now, crew. Recall.”
   Disappointed mutters and groans could be heard but the crew members moved quickly toward the
  door.
   “Don’t like to eat and run. Me mammy said it was bad manners,” the older caterer said, grinning
  apologetically at the disarray in the catering area.
   “We’ll save ’em for you to come back to,” Margit called in a good-natured taunt as she followed the
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  crew out.
   “If I can, I’ll let you know what’s up,” Fordeliton said as Kai jogged with him to the pinnace. “I don’t
  think you need worry about anything with the globe up there.”
   “Good luck,” was all Kai could think to say.
   Triv opened the veil of the forcescreen to permit the sleds and pinnace to exit, then closed it and walked
  purposefully back to Kai.
   “Does their emergency mean we’re stuck in here?”
   “Ford didn’t mention any restrictions on us.”
   “Then shall we indeed pick up where we left off?”
   “Portegin, is the new core screen working?”
   Portegin raised his eyebrows, a knowing expression on his face. “It is indeed and a very interesting tale
  to tell us.”
   “How so?” Kai asked as they all climbed the rise to the shuttle.
   “You’ll see,” Portegin replied confidently. His meaning was as plain as the blips lighting the screen in the
  shuttle’s main cabin. Where once the duality of core lights had confused the geologists, only single clear
  lights formed a network.
   “The Thek have recovered all the old cores?”
   “That’s what it looks like. Did they eat ’em, d’you think, Kai?”
   Portegin asked. “Dimenon thinks they do.”
   “I wouldn’t put it past them,” Triv said.
   “How long have the faint cores been gone from the screen?”
   “There were still fifty or more yesterday when I was setting the screen up and testing it,” Portegin
  replied. “I didn’t have it on today until we’d finished setting the domes up. I had a look at it just before
  they rang the chow gong. There were only a few left,” Portegin indicated the edges of the screen, “and
  now, not an unblessed one of ’em. They must eat ’em. Cores will register through anything.”
   “Except a Thek,” Margit said.
   Triv smiled. “Cores should register even through the silicon of a Thek.”
   “Then they did eat ’em.” Portegin would not be dissuaded from that opinion. “And digested every last
  morsel.”
   Kai looked at the screen for a long moment, not seeing its display. “We’re here. We have equipment
  again. We still haven’t finished our original mission. It’s better to be busy than sit around idly speculating
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  on what we can’t change and better not interfere with. Margit and Dimenon, you two get back to your
  camp and continue the survey. At least we don’t have outside interference to upset Portegin’s screen.
  Triv, what’s your option?”
   “I’d like to strike north, past the last point we surveyed. There’s quite a volcanic chain north and east
  that might be very interesting geologically.”
   “Good. Will you take Bonnard along as your partner?”
   “Be delighted.”
   “Lunzie,” Kai turned to the medic, “have you plans for the rest of the day?”
   She shook her head.
   “Would you pilot Trizein?”
   “You’ll be base manager? That’s perhaps a good idea.”
   “I rather thought you’d approve.” He grinned at her.
   “Well, you look a shade better, but I wouldn’t like to see you overextend yourself without a damned
  good reason.” She strode out of the shuttle.
   CHAPTER SIXTEEN
   With a great deal of good-natured bustle and confusion the teams departed on their diverse errands.
   “In case you’ve wondered, Kai,” Lunzie found time to tell him quietly, “Dupaynil and I had a few
  interesting words with Cruss by com.” A mirthless smile crossed her lips. “Dupaynil has assumed a
  Paskutti-Tardma grandson identity and I opted for Bakkun-Berru. Cruss’s present objective is to
  smuggle a few of his people off the transport and onto this world. He hints at great connections and
  substantial rewards for cooperation. Dupaynil is playing coy and I’m plainly suspicious. I’ll keep you
  informed.”
   The prospect of heavyworlders enjoying even the most tenuous occupancy on Ireta was unsettling to
  Kai. He had never been a vindictive person, being basically fair-minded and tolerant but he found himself
  contemplating Cruss’s subversive tactics with an emotion bordering on fury. He wished he had gone with
  Dupaynil to bait the trap but his anger would have betrayed him. He also took a profound pleasure in the
  knowledge that Cruss was incriminating himself further.
   Kai tried to tell himself that such negative emotions were undisciplined and he should purge them from
  his system. Then he realized, and laughed at the realization, that, however unsociable hatred was, it
  stirred the blood as well as the imagination. He was certain that he had felt his fingertips that morning
  when he had applied the salve. More likely the progress was due to the efficacy of the new medication,
  rather than regeneration due to indignant wrath. He flexed his fingers inside the skin-gloves, which he
  could not yet feel against his skin. In one sense that was to the good, for he could use his hands in normal
  fashion.
   As Kai made his way across the amphitheater to the shuttle, he found the unpopulated campsite eerie.
  On the other hand, he would have few distractions while he organized the information on the finds
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  Dimenon and Margit had made the previous day—a rich source of metals as well as transuranics the
  heavyworlders would have acquired had their takeover not been challenged!
   No sooner had he reached the shuttle’s iris airlock than he heard the frantic buzz of the comunit. He
  raced to the pilot’s compartment, and slammed on the transmit toggle so hard he could feel it jar his
  hand.
   “Zaid-Dayan to EV Base!” the signal flashed. Then the screen displayed the control deck of the
  Zaid-Dayan, and Commander Sassinak. “I was beginning to think that you’d all left the compound. Kai,
  have you transport? We have a large Thek convoy approaching and requesting landing permission. Their
  message was first directed toward the giff cave beacon.”
   “Ah,” Kai said, recalling a significant oversight, “we forgot to dismantle Portegin’s beacon from the giff
  cave.”
   “No real harm done.” But Sassiness’ grin suggested that Varian had been quite surprised to have had to
  communicate with laconic Thek.
   “Is Tor among the incoming?”
   “They have not identified themselves.”
   “I’ve no transport here.”
   “The pinnace is on its way.”
   Kai had recorded messages on the comunit for anyone calling in to base and checked the perimeter of
  the encampment for gaps in the screen before he heard the supersonic bang of the pinnace’s arrival. The
  globe brightened momentarily, then resumed its normal color. Ford was the pilot.
   “I’ve brought our stewards back. They really hated to leave the mess hall in such a state,” Ford said.
  Kai grinned farewell as the first man reinstalled the forcescreen veil. Then Kai entered the pinnace.
   Ford gestured for him to take a seat and belt up.
   “I’ve never seen such a concentration of our friendly allies before. Our science officer has been
  monitoring the ones on Dimenon’s site and he swears they’ve enlarged considerably.”
   “Dimenon thinks they’ve been gorging themselves. And they have apparently consumed every trace of
  the ancient cores which were ghosting our core screen.”
   Fordeliton swung the pinnace about, almost on its tail fins, and before Kai had a chance to grab a
  breath, had jammed on the power. Even with the advanced design of the pinnace, the g-forces of
  supersonic speed were uncomfortable.
   “How many have been sighted?” Kai managed to ask through lips pressed against his face bones.
  Abruptly the pressure eased.
   “Nine, three of them nearly as big as the transport. Or so they appear on our sensors.”
   Kai was surprised at the magnitude of the visitors. “Any small units?” If only Tor was among them ...”
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   “There are three Great-Big Bears, three Medium-Size Bears, and three Teeny-Tiny Bears,” Fordeliton
  gave Kai a totally unrepentant grin. “Don’t worry. One of Sassiness’ specialties is Thek conversation.”
  Then he grinned with a definite hint of malice. “Though I wonder if the good commander will be able to
  cope with such a concentration of our noble allies.”
   The speedy pinnace accomplished the journey in minutes. Ford was deftly dropping their forward speed
  when an urgent signal was beamed from the Zaid-Dayan, giving alternative landing coordinates.
   “They want us down by the settlement,” Ford said, glancing at the area map, and veered in the
  appropriate direction as he flipped on the forward screen for a visual check of their arrival. “And I can
  see why!”
   Leaning forward against the seat belt, unwilling to lose a single detail of the extraordinary sight before
  them, Kai gasped in astonishment.
   Fordeliton’s whimsical reference to the awesome Thek caused Kai to grin with a wayward appreciation
  of that irreverence. His grin broadened as he watched three Teeny-Tiny Bears, which were likely to be
  taller than his nearly two meters, settling down by the main air lock of the Zaid-Dayan, where sailors
  were quick-marching into the ceremonial formation. One of the Medium-Size Bears was slowly
  descending behind the three. The other two Medium-Size Bears could be seen positioning themselves to
  either side of the massive prow of the heavyworlder transport. In one quick glance Kai took in that
  deployment and then turned his incredulous gaze toward the three immense Great-Big Bears which were
  sedately lowering themselves onto the grid beyond the transport.
   “It is extremely lucky, isn’t it,” Fordeliton remarked, “that the Iretans made such a big landing grid.
  Otherwise those big brutes wouldn’t have risked a landing here. Whooops! Spoke too soon.”
   Fordeliton was hovering above the appointed landing site, maintaining the pinnace at an altitude which
  gave them a superb view of the event. With great dignity and no visible means of propulsion, the three
  Great-Big Bears lowered their bulks onto the grid. And continued their downward movement while the
  grid began to smoke, melt, and bubble. Molten iron began to ooze out around the three Great-Big
  Theks. Fordeliton roared with such infectious laughter that Kai joined in. Suddenly the continued decline
  of the Theks ceased, the molten metal about their bases went from red to dull cold metal in an instant,
  solidifying.
   “That was close, wasn’t it?” Fordeliton flung out his arms, giving Kai a buffet on the chest for which he
  instantly apologized. “I just hope someone got it on tape. That’s one to save for posterity. What if they
  had just kept on melting down, down, down?”
   “No chance of that, I’m afraid. The grid was built here because there’s a rock shelf under that plateau
  that would stop even the Thek.” Kai grinned at Fordeliton. “But I doubt the heavyworlders meant to
  accommodate Thek. Have you ever seen any that big before?”
   “I thought that they stayed put at that size. Kai, what have you got on this forsaken planet to wrench
  them out of their comfortable niches? Do Thek inhabit niches? Or mountain tops? Never mind.”
   Fordeliton landed the pinnace. He and Kai quickly made their way toward the Zaid-Dayan, where
  Sassinak and a contingent of her officers were advancing to where the Theks were squatting. Fordeliton
  and Kai joined the group. Sassinak noted their arrival with a nod of her head.
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   Suddenly a sound stopped everyone, and one of the not so Teeny-Tiny Bears moved forward.
   “Kaaaaaiiiieeee!” The sound was both command and recognition.
   Kai looked inquiringly at Sassinak.
   “That does sound like your name, Kai. It’s all yours.” The commander gestured him forward. To his
  astonishment, she winked as he passed.
   “Tor?” he asked, coming to a halt in front of the Thek, for surely it had to be his acquaintance from the
  ARCT-10. No other Thek could have recognized one human among so many. “Tor?” It was awesome
  enough to be raced by four Thek, overheard by five more; it would be slightly less daunting if he spoke
  through a Thek he knew.
   “Tor responds.”
   Kai breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that Tor was answering an unasked question. Or rather
  the question Kai had fruitlessly posed of the Thek removal squad.
   With a speed that blurred movement, a Thek pseudo-pod extended a core to Kai. When he reached out
  to take it, the core was withdrawn beyond his grasp and he thrust his hands behind him, feeling more like
  a small miscreant than ever in this Thek presence.
   “Toooo hotttt. Eggsamine.”
   Hands still behind him, Kai leaned forward and peered obediently at the core. It looked like the same
  type of ancient device which Tor had recovered from their abandoned campsite.
   “Is it Thek design?”
   Thunder rumbled underfoot. Although the cruiser contingent glanced warily skyward where Ireta’s
  clouds rolled across a silent sky, Kai reckoned that the thunder was a Thek exchange of conversation
  and that it emanated from one of the immense Thek whose crowns were just visible over the bulk of the
  transport.
   “Where found?”
   Kai was startled by such a mundane question but the coordinates of that find came quickly to mind and
  he recited them.
   Then thunder rumbled again, was answered by a lesser noise which Kai decided was Tor’s rejoinder for
  the Thek’s upper third rippled slightly, as if courteously turning in the direction of the questioner.
   “Kai, ask it if this planet is claimed by the Thek?” Sassinak requested, leaning forward to murmur in
  Kai’s ear.
   “Verifying!” To everyone’s astonishment, the Thek answered her, and then compounded the surprise by
  a second gratuitous command. “Dismiss. Will contact.” Tor’s outline assumed a rigidity which Kai knew
  meant it would answer no further questions or summons.
   He turned around to Sassinak.
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   “Dismissed, are we?” She was more amused than offended by Thek abruptness. “They’ll get back to us
  when they’ve had a good old think about all this?”
   “I’d say that’s a fair analysis of the exchange,” Kai said, and he was once again put in mind of
  Fordeliton’s impudent analogy of the old children’s tale and the categories of the Thek. The Thek so
  rarely generated anything approaching amusement, yet Kai now found it difficult to control his laughter.
  He glanced quickly at Fordeliton who turned an expression of bland and utter innocence on him.
   “Ford, the men can stand down. Secure from red alert. Just the sort of thing that Thek complain about.
  Lack of proper attention to detail. Shall we adjourn to my quarters, gentlemen? Can you spare us a few
  moments, Kai?”
   He nodded and Sassinak swiftly led the way back into the cruiser and to her quarters. Fordeliton and a
  tall gaunt man with a lean aesthetic race and exceedingly sharp eyes entered the commander’s cabin
  along with Kai.
   “I don’t believe you’ve met our science officer before, Kai. Governor, this is Captain Anstel.”
   “My pleasure, Governor,” Anstel said in an unusually deep bass. I have read your reports. Fascinating!
  Completely engrossing. Not only the dinosaurs—and that is indisputably what they are—but also the
  fringes. I did a complete analysis of their chemistry. Totally new, although there are two points of
  resemblance between these fringes and the plastic Wahks of Lesser Delibes planet ... Ah, yes, sorry
  about that, Commander.” Anstel subsided, his gaunt face losing its animation as he folded his long body
  into a chair.
   “If your duties permit, Captain Anstel, I’m sure that Trizein would enjoy exchanging information with
  you,” Kai said.
   “I should like nothing better. It has always amazed me how much fascination those prehistoric creatures
  have for us, who are such insubstantial creatures in the scale of time.”
   Deciding that business must be done, Sassinak took charge of the conversation. “Kai, what do you
  make of this latest development?”
   “Can Thek be worried?” Kai asked, glancing around.
   “Is that your interpretation of thunder rumbling under-foot?”
   Sassinak grinned. “As is only proper for an ephemeral, I have great respect and admiration for our
  silicon allies. But such a—” she paused to find the appropriate word, “convocation on an otherwise
  undistinguished world must surely be unique. That must suggest interest of a high degree. Mountainous, I
  might say.”
   “And who is cast as Mohammed?” the irrepressible Fordeliton asked quietly.
   Kai suppressed another laugh and noticed Sassiness’ brief acknowledgment of her adjutant’s wit.
   “I don’t really see our pirates cast in such an auspicious role, Ford. Nor have I yet seen anything that
  spectacular about this noxious planet of yours, Kai. Was that the same core which brought Tor to your
  rescue, Kai?” When he nodded, she continued, “And all those little Thek concentrated on gobbling up
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  the remaining old cores—when they weren’t frying fringes. Kai, it appears to me that your revival, and
  the providential arrival of the Zaid-Dayan in pursuit of the heavyworlder transport are incidental to a
  vastly more important problem. Therefore, since the records of both your EV and my Sector
  Headquarters list Ireta as unexplored, and yet Thek artifacts have unquestionably been discovered here, I
  will venture the perhaps bizarre opinion that there may have been a missing link in the famous Thek chain
  of information. And it broke here on Ireta. Do you agree?”
   A grin might not be the diplomatic response to Sassiness’ astute opinion, but with Fordeliton’s irreverent
  analogy still tingeing his once dutiful respect, Kai found it possible to entertain the possibility of Thek
  fallibility. If the Thek were the Bear entities of the old folk tale, who was the parallel for ... ah, yes,
  Goldilocks? Surely not the pirates who were finding the planet far too hot for them. Suddenly the analogy
  lost its appeal. Kai was not at all certain that he wanted the Thek to lose their reputation for infallibility.
   “The old core was definitely of Thek manufacture,” he finally admitted. “And unquestionably it has
  generated Thek interest. But I can’t see why it or this planet should evoke such an unprecedented
  response.”
   “No more than can I,” Sassinak admitted, picking up her wand and playing it through her fingers. “I
  scanned your initial reports again ...” She shrugged. “Ireta is rich in transuranics, some of the exotic
  earth’s and metals, but ...” Or perhaps, the Thek must establish to their own satisfaction why this planet is
  so miscatalogued. And I confess, I’m probably as curious as they are to know how such a break
  occurred. None of us wishes to cast aspersions on the infallibility of the Thek. No one likes his anchors
  to come adrift.” She smiled at Kai as if she fully appreciated and shared his ambivalence.
   “When our screen first showed the ghost cores, they went as far as the area of basement rock. No
  farther,” Kai said tentatively.
   “Which would suggest that the cores were planted—” Anstel paused, stunned by the immensity of the
  elapsed time.
   “Many million years ago,” Kai finished for him, “considering the geological activity of this planet.”
   “And the Thek have rendered all of the old cores completely denying us the chance to date the artifacts,”
  Anstel said, his eyes flashing with indignation. Then he fixed Kai with a hopeful stare. “You didn’t by any
  chance? ...”
   “No, we didn’t have any dating equipment, since our mission was supposed to be the first.”
   “Eons ago the Thek cored this planet?” Sassinak asked.
   “If not the Thek then some other—”
   “Not the Others again!” Sassinak humorously negated that possibility. “I don’t wish to lose god and
  nemesis in the same day.”
   “Couldn’t have been the Others,” Kai said, shaking his head vigorously. “That old core was of Thek
  manufacture. Undeniably. We’re using recent cores of the exact same design. Until today I never
  appreciated just how good the design was. The screen blips were faint, but they were there!”
   “Are we not forgetting that planets visited by the Others are invariably lifeless, reduced to barren rock.
  Stripped. Lifeless!” Anstel spoke with the distaste of one who values life in all its forms.
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   “Then why have we been visited by this Thek delegation?” Sassinak asked.
   “Someone forgot that this planet had been explored and classified,” Fordeliton suggested, “and they
  intend to repair that oversight. Your friend Tor did say ‘verifying’ in its distinctive fashion.”
   “How will they verify that,” Anstel asked, “when Thek have disposed of the evidence of the old cores?”
   “Perhaps,” and there was a wicked gleam in Sassiness’ sparkling eyes, “they had to digest them to find
  out?” She leaned forward and tapped instructions in to her console. Immediately the screens came to life:
  the Great-Big Bears had not moved, nor had the Medium-Size ones. The three small ones had
  disappeared. The fourth screen showed the site on which the Thek had been attacked by the fringes. It
  was unoccupied. Just then a buzzer alerted Commander Sassinak. “Yes? Oh, really?” She made another
  adjustment and Kai half rose from his seat in astonishment. A myriad of Thek forms inhabited the plain
  below the campsite.
   “Muhlah! Every fringe on Ireta will be homing in on us.”
   “I doubt it. Nor would they pose you a problem if they did. Between Thek and the globe, you couldn’t
  be better protected.”
   “But what are they doing there? I’m here. Tor knows that. Muhlah! Kai’s startled reaction was shared
  by everyone in the room. For the Thek were spinning off in all directions, nearly thirty small Thek
  pyramids were hurtling skyward and disappearing with astounding speed.
   “Now what?”
   “Now what, indeed?” Sassiness’ expression sparkled with amusement and speculation.
   CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
   Sassinak adjourned the discussion to the wardroom where off-duty officers were enjoying a noon meal.
  When Sassinak apologized that the lunch was made of processed foods, Kai, mindful of his praise for the
  previous night’s dinner, forbore to mention that he was better suited to it. But after his first mouthful of the
  protein, he wondered if his eating preferences had been undermined by circumstance. While the cruiser’s
  mess was appetizing and well served, Kai for the first time recognized the faint after taste that Varian had
  always complained of.
   “I suppose you were too busy with the geological aspects of the mission,” Anstel was saying, his gaunt
  face animated as he addressed Kai across the table, “to have much time for the dinosaurs?”
   “Unfortunately, I was,” Kai said as he belatedly caught the end of Anstel’s comments and realized that
  some response was due. “We did have an orphan hyracotherium for a pet—” Kai broke off, then
  finished as if his pause had been to swallow, “but that was before we went cryo.”
   “A hyracotherium?” Anstel’s eyes bulged with excitement. “Really? You’re certain? Why, that creature
  evolved into the equine species an Old Terra. Did you know that?”
   Feeling unequal to a lecture on the matter, Kai tried a diversion.
   “We also have furred avian creatures ...”
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   “Furred?” Anstel was entranced.
   “Actually,” Fordeliton began with so bland an expression that those who knew his ways became alert,
  “Varian, whom you must concede is a reliable source, said that most of the dinosaurs she observed
  suffered from overweight, bad nutrition, parasites of remarkable tenacity and variety, and were not
  affectionate by nature.”
   “One does not expect dinosaurs to be lovable,” Anstel said with quiet dignity. “They fascinate by their
  size and majesty. In their diverse species, they dominated the Mesozoic era of Old Terra for several
  million years before a shift in the magnetic fields of the planet traumatically changed their environment.
   “Nonsense! A cosmic cloud obscuring the sun caused the climatic change,” Pendelman corrected firmly.
   “My dear Pendelman, there is absolutely no proof of that theory whatsoever—”
   “Oh, indeed there is, Anstel. Indeed there is! Bothemann of the New Smithsonian of Tyrconia has
  documentation, both—”
   “Bothemann’s hypothesis is shaky at the very best since the geological area in Old Terran Italia that
  allegedly supported the contention, was engulfed in the mid-European plate shift in the early twenty-first
  century—”
   “Ah, but records from the Central Repository, made by that Californian group, are—”
   “As suspect as many other theories from that neck of the woods—”
   “Gentlemen, how or why Old Terran dinosaurs met their end is not pertinent,” Sassinak declared. “What
  is germane is that dinosaur like creatures are alive and in relatively good health on Ireta. Enjoy that reality
  for however long you are able to indulge your fascination. Save the great debates for the long watches of
  the night!”
   A yeoman caught her attention. She beckoned him over and listened to his message. Turning to smile at
  Kai, she murmured a quick answer. The yeoman speedily retraced his steps.
   “Varian has arrived. She’ll join us here.”
   “Would she remember where you found the hyracotherium, Kai?” Anstel asked.
   “Yes, but I must remind you that that would have been forty-three years ago.”
   “Surely, it was not an isolated example of the species?” Clearly Anstel would not rest until he had seen
  one.
   “She’s concentrating on a study of the golden fliers who could well be an emerging species,” Kai said, to
  give Varian room to maneuver if she didn’t wish to get involved with Anstel.
   “I must look up my references disks. Hyracotheriums I recall in perfect clarity, but I’m not certain about
  ...”
   “Trizein has identified the golden fliers as the pteranodon.”
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   “Pteranodon!” Once again Anstel’s eyes widened in shock.
   “Yes, my dear fellow, exactly like pteranodons,” Pendelman said, delighted to contribute to Anstel’s
  confusion. “I saw a whole flock of them rise from the cliffs and soar. Quite a feat, I assure you, on a
  storm-tossed planet like Ireta.”
   At that point the yeoman returned with Varian who greeted Kai with undisguised relief.
   “Sorry it took me so long to get here,” she said to Sassinak. “I see the Thek found you?”
   “It was Kai they wished to find and addressed in their inimitably succinct fashion.”
   “So, what has happened? Or ...” Varian glanced around her, mindful of discretion. Only a few officers
  remained, most chatting quietly at a wall table on the far side of the mess hall.
   A gesture of Sassiness’ hand gave Varian immediate reassurance and the commander’s glance gave Kai
  the office to explain.
   “Tor has returned.”
   “With company to ward off our great big beasties?”
   Kai grinned. “Tor has returned. It and the other Thek are in the process of verifying.”
   “Verifying what?”
   “They did not specify.” Sassiness’ dry tone put Kai and Varian strongly in mind of Lunzie.
   “Oh.”
   “They dismissed us, in a word,” Sassinak went on, “and ‘will contact’.”
   “They do have a way with them, don’t they?” Varian turned to Kai. “Not one of us thought to dismantle
  that old distress beacon Portegin rigged. Kenley has it down now. I’d rather not subject the giffs to
  further invasions especially ones conducted by the Thek. I didn’t know there were that many of the
  critters. And thanks be to Krims, they didn’t attempt to land on my cliff, considering what they’ve done
  to Aygar’s landing grid.” Varian giggled then.
   “It’s entirely possible,” Fordeliton said into the thoughtful pause that followed, “that the Thek have made
  a mistake.”
   “Thek? Making mistakes? How refreshing!”
   Kai felt compelled to set the problem out properly in simple justice to the Thek, who were so very
  seldom mistaken in their dealings with other planets and sentient species. “Now, Varian, that old core is
  of Thek design. It’s got them in a scramble. You know how Thek transmit knowledge, from generation
  to generation—”
   “And there’s been a generation gap?” Varian asked, her voice bubbling with a laughter shared by the
  others at the table.
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   “Evidently. Though the Thek way is supposed to prevent the total loss of knowledge in any line.”
   “Well, Ireta would be the right place for that, wouldn’t it?” Varian quipped, then became thoughtful.
  “Though, I can’t see why that would call for the presence of so many heavy-duty Thek. I mean, Ireta is
  extremely rich in the transuranics but ... Or have they been monitoring planet piracy, too?”
   Sassinak cleared her throat. “Not that we know of.”
   “Then why are the big Thek squatting about the transport like they mean business?”
   “The biggest Thek landed beyond the transport because of the grid.”
   “Grid didn’t do much for ’em, did it?” Varian said with another malicious grin. “Now what?”
   “My precise words,” Sassinak said. She gave a deep sigh. “However, since the Thek are here and the
  Fleet enjoins its officers to cooperate with those entities, I suppose we must be dismissed until such time
  as we are recalled to notice. How many years did it take them to answer your distress call, Kai?”
   “Forty-three.”
   “But only three days to answer your query about Tor’s whereabouts,” Sassinak added. “A noticeable
  improvement.”
   “Look what it brought us, though,” Ford said, waving his hand aft toward the Great-Big Bears.
   “Commander I am not on the duty roster and I did request permission to join a shore-leave party, Anstel
  began, rising from his chair and putting it back under the table in the habit of a person inherently tidy.
  When Sassinak inclined her head, granting permission, he executed a slight bow in Varian’s direction.
  “Kai mentioned that you had found a hyracotherium before you went cryo. Is there any chance that your
  travels today will take you near their habitat? I would dearly like to observe those creatures alive. We
  dinosaur buffs, I’ve discovered, all have a favorite species. The equine types are mine.”
   “I don’t see why not,” Varian said with a wide, encouraging smile. She rose. “Kenley and I got some
  superb footage of the giffs fishing. The aquatic life performed some acrobatics—scared Kenley out of his
  wits when some fringes nearly reached us.” She paused. “The aquatic fringes are a great deal smaller than
  the land ones. I should get some more records of them, I suppose.”
   “I’d consider it a privilege to help you in any research, Governor.”
   Varian smiled up at him, for the man was considerably taller. “Well, then, time’s a’wasting. And Ireta’s
  giving us a relatively squall-free day. Grab your gear and I’ll meet you at my sled.” She turned to Kai.
  “Shall I drop you off back at the camp or are you staying on here, in case”—her grin became
  mischievous—“the Thek come to a quick decision.
   Kai rose. “No, I’d better get back.” He turned to Sassinak to thank her.
   “If there’s no objections, Commander, I’ll just retrieve the men I left guarding the camp. Quicker in the
  pinnace, anyway.” Fordeliton got to his feet.
   “And I’ll follow protocol and inform Sector Headquarters of the Thek arrival,” Sassinak said.
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   They left the mess hall, separating in the corridor. Fordeliton walked with Kai and Varian to the access
  air lock. Fordeliton peered with exaggerated caution toward the transport and the triangular tops visible
  above the looming carcass.
   “Still there?” Varian asked.
   “In residence!”
   “They’re impressive, aren’t they? Oh ho, and I wonder what he thinks about them?” Varian pointed.
   The two men followed her finger and watched as a sled approached the Medium-Size Thek.
   “That would be one of the Iretans, I think,” Fordeliton said. “We gave them a sled with that registration.”
   “Aygar,” Varian said. “What have they been doing, d’you know?”
   “I haven’t had time to catch up on their activities, so much has been going on in your camps. I believe
  they have already smashed one sled. Takes a while to get used to modern conveniences.”
   However, Aygar landed his sled deftly, emerged, and walked around the Thek. It made rather an
  interesting contrast, Varian thought, a fine specimen of a man, wearing little in the way of modern clothes
  or weapons, striding arrogantly about one of the oldest living creatures in the galaxy: each entity very
  certain of its position in that galaxy, even if Aygar was willing to limit himself to one planet. Having
  finished his circuit, Aygar noticed the observers and paced stolidly toward them.
   “What are those things?”
   “Thek,” Varian replied, grinning.
   “What are they doing here?”
   “Verifying.”
   Aygar swiveled his upper body to look at the silent and rigid Thek.
   “Verifying what?”
   “They didn’t say.”
   “Do they always mess up landing grids like that? Must make them unpopular visitors.”
   “When you get that big, no one has the nerve to complain.”
   “That commander woman said they’re allies?” When Varian nodded, he went on. “Allies of whom?
  Your lot,” and his gesture included the cruiser, “or them?” And he indicated the transport.
   “Who are you allied with?” Fordeliton asked in a suspiciously bland tone. “Them or us?”
   Aygar grinned back, the first time Varian had seen genuine amusement on the young Iretan’s face.
  “You’ll know when I have decided. If I do.”
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   With that he swung about on one heel and marched back to his sled, moving with an unexpectedly
  graceful economy of motion. In a single fluid movement, he climbed into the sled, closed its canopy, and
  took off.
   “Varian?” Anstel’s call was breathless. “Oh, I was afraid that you’d taken off. I just needed a few
  things.”
   Varian choked on her laughter. Anstel had festooned himself with a variety of equipment, some of which
  she could not identify.
   “Well, I’m ready when you are,” Varian said. “Keep me informed, will you, Ford? Kai? It’s as well to
  let the giffs settle down to normal this afternoon so, Anstel, this quest of yours is most welcome. Shall we
  go?”
   CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
   The two men left at the campsite were still goggle-eyed about the appearance of so many Thek.
   “More than I’ve ever seen, thassa fact,” said the older steward, “and I been around this galaxy, so I
  have seen a lot of them, you know, only sort of one here and then another there, but so many at once?”
  He scrubbed at his stubbly pate, dragging his hand down his face, and then mimed the wiping off of an
  expression. “Quite a sight, really! Something to swap for drinks.”
   “Did any address you?”
   The steward’s mouth dropped in amazement. “Address me?” he cocked his thumb and jabbed it against
  his chest. “Me? I told ’em to locate the cruiser,” and he paused to wink broadly, “cause I know they can
  find anything anywhere.”
   Kai and Fordeliton exchanged amused glances.
   “They found you.” He exhaled a hissing breath. “Never seen anything like it, though, all those Thek,” and
  he planed their angle of arrival with his left hand, “just flowing in—if silicon triangles can flow—just sort
  of gliding in and never losing their formation, just all of a sudden down on the ground.”
   “Thek can be impressive,” Fordeliton agreed urbanely and then gestured for the men to board the
  pinnace.
   “Governor, we left some dinner on the hob like. Had some time to kill,” the older steward said, and the
  younger one began to grin, well pleased with himself. “I like messing with real food stuffs. Only this time,
  someone else gets the kp.”
   Kai nodded, grinning. “That’s fair enough. Believe me, your efforts will be much appreciated by
  everyone.”
   “Least we could do, you guys having had such a rough time and all.”
   As the pinnace took off with a high-speed whush, the globe’s glow caught his eye, brightening
  momentarily before regaining its regular coloration. Then the silence in the amphitheater was broken only
  by the faint hiss of the forcescreen as it disintegrated insects, a comforting noise. Kai took in a deep
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  breath, inordinately relieved to be alone, to have a few hours before the others trooped back in. He
  strolled over to the mess hall, sniffing at the odor of simmering stew.
   He realized suddenly that he had never had the chance to delve into the Zaid-Dayan’s memory banks, to
  check whether there had been any similar mass movements of Thek. Not that his original question held
  any pertinence in view of the day’s development. Surely the presence of—and Kai grinned—the
  Great-Big Bears was exceptional. He’d swap a few drinks on that account himself when he got back to
  the ARCT-10. Kai inhaled sharply. “When,” he’d said. Another matter he’d forgotten to ascertain,
  though surely Sassinak would have mentioned any communication about the ARCT-10! Better to
  assimilate the day’s startling events than deal with ... with unknowns.
   So, the Thek had been here and no living Thek had retained a record of the event, despite the much
  praised memory of the species. Kai knew that when each new Thek was created—and some wits
  insisted that propagation occurred when two Thek bumped into each other with sufficient force to chip
  off fragments—it immediately acquired the race memory as well as the working memories of every Thek
  in its direct line. No reliable figures about the exact numbers of Thek were available. Once again, the
  humorists’ theories filled a vacuum. They maintained that old Thek never died, they became planets.
   A sudden thought, more fanciful than Fordeliton’s, erupted into Kai’s mind: could Ireta, itself, be a
  Thek? The notion had a certain appeal, if no plausible scientific basis. But was it possible that somewhere
  in the areas his team had not yet penetrated, there was a Thek mountain? Kai ran from the mess hall, and
  then, because his curiosity was intense, he increased speed, pelting up the slope, mindful though, not to
  catch his shoulder on the iris as he entered the shuttle. He did bang his hip against the narrower door into
  the pilot’s compartment. Then he tapped out the file designation of the probe survey maps, hoping that
  time or some unforeseen wipe had not yanked those records from the shuttle’s memory banks.
   To his relief, his request was implemented and the screen showed the probe’s journey as the vehicle
  zoomed in on the planet. As usual, clouds covered most of Ireta’s face but the probe’s filters very
  quickly produced a clear view of the nearing planet. All right, now, what does an ancient Thek resemble?
  A pyramidal form might be the most common, but was it the most enduring, the most effective long-term
  configuration? Surely a silicon mountain would be unusual enough for a probe to register? Catching his
  underlip on his upper teeth, Kai watched as the probe changed orbit to overfly a new portion of the
  planet’s main continent. Unless—Kai tapped for a magnification of the island chains but the shattered
  formations were almost uniformly, and easily identified as, volcanic atolls. Theks had great patience and
  never “blew their stacks.”
   If there had been a Thek, where was the most logical place for it to have positioned itself on Ireta?
  Basement rock! Kai called back the map of the main continent and peered over the area, sighing as he
  realized that the teams had traversed most of the shield rock and had not sighted any unusual mountains.
  But then, had they been looking for a Thek mountain? No, but wouldn’t Tor have noticed, or been
  contacted by such an elderly Thek? When did a Thek stop emitting conscious thought to its peers? And
  would it not have propagated to continue its existence? To perpetuate its memories? Or had that search
  been the one conducted near Dimenon’s site, when forty Thek had landed? Were the old cores merely
  incidental to that vastly more important search?
   “Verifying,” Tor had said. Verifying not that the old cores had been Thek manufacture or that the planet
  had been claimed by the Thek, but verifying the whereabouts of that incredibly ancient Thek which had
  not been linked with any current generation of its kind.
   And, if the Thek did claim Ireta for their own, how would that effect Kai and his team? A long sad sigh
  escaped his lips. Just when they thought they had a chance to snatch some profit from the debacle, a
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  prior claim appears. All they’d end up with after forty-three lost years would be their base pay and a
  kindly handshake from the Exploration and Evaluation Corps. At least, he thought to cheer himself from
  the depression that now engulfed him, Varian might be able to rescue something positive.
   He heard the bleep of the globe, a friendly warning of arrivals. Wearily and with considerable effort, Kai
  rose from the pilot’s seat. He dismissed the data he had retrieved and went to see who was returning. It
  was with a sense of reprieve that he recognized the big sled with Trizein’s group coming in to land in the
  vehicle park. But he realized that he must warn his team of his reflections, if only to cushion a subsequent
  shock. And if he had put the facts in the wrong configuration, one of the others might refute his conclusion
  or suggest an alternative operation so that they could rescue some gains.
   “Oh, I am glad you’re here, Kai,” Trizein said, his face suffused with excitement as he jogged up to the
  veil opening in the forcescreen. Behind him Bonnard was laden with record disks, his face wreathed with
  a smug smile. Terilla and Cleiti followed, chatting animatedly.
   “We have had the most incredible encounter with the Thek. They are here in the most incredible
  numbers.”
   “A horde, Kai, a real horde of them!” Bonnard confirmed.
   “What were they doing?” Kai tried to keep his voice even but his level of depression increased in direct
  proportion to their enthusiasm.
   “Looking!” Bonnard said triumphantly.
   “No, my dear boy, they must have been surveying.”
   “No, they were looking because they were keeping an awfully close line to what I think is the shield rock
  area.” Bonnard looked to Kai to support him. “We can use the shuttle’s data banks again, can’t we? I’ll
  show you what I mean because I took coordinates of the positions and angles of flight of the Thek to
  back up my observations.” He gave a decisive nod of his head in Kai’s direction, again seeking
  reassurance.
   “Let’s check then,” Kai said with a heartiness he did not feel. He did manage to keep his voice calm and
  maintain a composed expression, despite a sensation bordering nausea for this crushing disappointment.
  Thus does Muhlah reward the doubter! he thought as he retraced his steps back to the shuttle.
   Once Kai had called up the required maps, he had little to do for Bonnard, cheerfully but firmly arguing
  with Trizein, proved his coordinates, and his theory, that the Thek were searching the edge of the shield
  rock.
   “And it was a search pattern, Kai,” Bonnard said firmly. “I mean, they were hovering ground level,” and
  Bonnard showed the distance with his hands, “and scouring, back and forth and back and forth. I thought
  they’d been sitting on old cores, or something. What could they be looking for now?”
   “An ancient Thek,” Kai said.
   “An ancient Thek?” Trizein turned to frown at Kai, concern and surprise on his seamed face. “Our
  telltagger has never registered that sort of heat mass, now has it, Bonnard?”
   “Nope,” replied the boy cheerfully.
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   The globe’s cheerful bleep penetrated to the shuttle’s interior and Kai gratefully used it as an excuse to
  escape Trizein’s saurian enthusiasms and Bonnard’s innocent confidence in Thek infallibility.
   “Kai!” Bonnard came after him. “Kai.”
   Reluctantly Kai paused, turned, saw the boy removing an antiseptic wipe from his first-aid pouch.
  Bonnard extended it to him with a bashful grin.
   “You’ve got a trickle of blood on your chin. I don’t think it would do to let Varian or Lunzie see that.”
  Bonnard turned on his heel and ran back into the shuttle.
   Dabbing at his lower lip, Kai felt a warmth suffuse the tight knot of despair that had taken up residence
  in his chest. Then he continued to the veil.
   CHAPTER NINETEEN
   If Varian had come back to the main camp that evening; If Triv, Aulia, and Portegin had arrived back for
  the evening meal; If Dimenon and Margit had, for any reason, visited the camp, Kai might have felt
  obligated to air his pessimistic speculations about Thek and Ireta. Instead the dinosaur buffs from the
  Zaid-Dayan and the Mazer Star convened an informal enthusiasm session, matching unusual specimens
  with Trizein and the three children. Kai was torn between the social obligations of raising his spirits to the
  level of the others and the need to worry privately about his new anxieties. He was apparently
  dissembling well enough so that not even Lunzie noticed. The medic was examining Terilla’s detailed
  sketches, pinning the more colorful ones on the walls of the dome, “to brighten things.”
   More out of a wish to distract himself, Kai approached Perens, the Mazer Star’s navigator. “Why do
  dinosaurs fascinate you and these others so much? They are smelly animals, crawling with vermin, not
  very intelligent, and I can’t give them any marks for beauty. To me they are nothing but mammoth
  walking appetites. If Ireta wasn’t also blessed with a vegetation explosion, they’d’ve died out long ago of
  starvation.”
   Perens, a dapper little man with a pencil-thin mustache, which he stroked lovingly, grinned at Kai.
  “Didn’t you get the capsule history of Old Terra in your tutorials?” when Kai nodded, Perens continued.
  “Well, the only thing I remember about it in any detail was the chapter on prehistory. The rest was sort of
  wars and power struggles, no different from what we have today in the Federated Planets, only more
  intense because it was limited to the one small planet and, generally, to one or two continents. But I
  remembered the dinosaurs and the Mesozoic age. I remembered because they had lasted, as a viable
  life-form, for more millions of years than we have!” Perens smoothed his mustache absently. “I’ve always
  wondered what kept the dinosaurs going for so long on Old Terra, when Homo Sapiens, operating in a
  much shorter time scale, came so close to pulling the plug on itself.” Then he shrugged and grinned
  ingenuously at Kai. “Dinosaurs are big, they’re ugly, and they’re fascinating. Raw power, a force of
  nature, majestic!”
   Just then, Lunzie appeared beside them, in her hand a tray filled with glasses with her special Iretan
  brew. Nothing could have been more welcome. “Muhlah! You’ve been well occupied, Lunzie.” He
  turned to grin encouragingly at Perens. “Hope you’re a drinking man because this stuff may be a local
  brew but it’s good!”
   Lunzie raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. “But it’s planet-brewed, Kai, not processed.”
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   “I’m learning chapter and verse like a good Disciple,” he said, toasting her with his glass. He had the
  touch of the liqueur on his lips when he stayed his hand. “It won’t react with Mayerd’s medicine, will it?”
   “If it might, I wouldn’t have served you.”
   “In that case—” and Kai knocked back the entire glass, holding it out for a refill.
   “Hmm. My, how the pure have been corrupted!” But she complied before she moved on.”
   Perens was cautious. He merely wet his lips then judiciously ran his tongue over them. Then he took a
  tiny sip, washing the liquid about his mouth. Kai watched him with a certain respect, for the spirituous
  beverage had a bite to it. Finally Perens condescended to drink.
   “Not bad at all. I wonder what she uses. If you’ll excuse me,” and Perens slipped away in pursuit of the
  medic.
   Kai wandered over to Trizein, who was lecturing Maxnil and Crilsoff on the evolution of the families of
  hadrosaur, noting that one had traded a keen sense of smell for improved vision. The two officers were
  listening with every outward show of interest, but Kai noticed that they were sipping the liquor in hefty
  swallows. Maxnil caught Lunzie’s attention, miming the need for a refill. As Lunzie apparently had few
  qualms about serving her beverage to the group, the evening shortly assumed a rosier aspect for Kai, and
  by the end of the evening the cruiser contingent had to be issued bedding for none of them could have
  been trusted to pilot the others back to the Zaid-Dayan.
   A variety of klaxons eventually roused them all. Recalls became shriller summons as the polite first
  request was ignored by sound sleepers. The comunit became equally insistent in Kai’s dome. With
  groggy fingers he opened the toggle and grunted acknowledgment.
   “Governor Kai, Commander Sassiness’ compliments and she is sending the pinnace to collect you for an
  important meeting here. And, sir,” the polite voice of the communications duty officer added, “would
  there be any chance that Lieutenant Pendelman, Chief Petty Officer Maxnil, and ...”
   “They’re in the main dome. I’ll kick ’em out. For that matter I can hitch a ride with them.”
   “No, sir, their boat isn’t fast enough. ’Scuse me, Governor, they just came on line.”
   Important meeting? Kai felt conflicting emotions of relief and fearful anticipation. He really should have
  spoken to his team last night, if only to prepare them. Then he berated himself for borrowing trouble
  where it might not exist. Any number of things could account for Sassiness’ meeting: the arrival of the
  tribunal, a report from Sector Headquarters that she didn’t care to broadcast, even a report from
  Dupaynil.
   Kai was outside his dome now and aware that, by way of a special blessing, Ireta had produced a
  glowing sunrise of spectacular brilliance. Mouth agape, he admired the eastern sky, clear blue in a band
  above the distant mountains. Above that, clouds were a blood red, tinged with orange and yellow, vivid
  primaries to startle the eye. The vaster bowl of deeper-gray night clouds began to spread with a deep
  purple, rolling back from the clear morning sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance and a cool
  sweet-scented breeze wafted gently through a forcescreen which would have rebuked stiffer winds. Such
  a spectacular dawn could only be the harbinger of great things, Kai thought. But he was not prone to
  believe in presentiments, and frowned at the whimsy.
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   “For once, this blighted planet is pretty,” Lunzie said as she quietly joined him.
   Kai smiled at her, pleased to share the dawn’s magnificence with someone else.
   “What’s the commotion? Every signal in the camp’s sounding.” Lunzie rubbed her eyes, sleepily.
   “Sassiness’ sent for me.”
   “My presence has been requested as well. Varian, too?”
   “I’d expect so. And I’m just on my way to rouse the officers.”
   “I’ll help.” Lunzie’s smile had a touch of malice for the men of the Zaid-Dayan had imbibed massive
  quantities of her brew. Lunzie could take an unkindly delight in the discomforts caused others by
  overindulgence.
   They had roused the deep sleepers when the globe bleeped cheerfully. As Lunzie and Kai emerged from
  the dome, dawn light reflected from the side of the pinnace. Kai was opening the veil when the vessel’s
  sonic boom cracked.
   “They wasted no time, did they?” Lunzie said.
   Fordeliton was the pilot. “We’re to collect Varian as well,” he said, gesturing for them to belt up in their
  seats. “Sector HQ sent an update, and Kai,” he turned to give the geologist a broad grin, “the ARCT-10
  is okay. In fact their message only just reached Sector.”
   “What happened to it? Have you any details?” Kai strained against his seat belt, leaning toward the pilot
  in his excitement.
   “If you’ll shut up,” Fordeliton replied good-naturedly. “That cosmic storm they went off to investigate
  was considerably more powerful than even the wildest estimates. Sector has sent down The Word that
  that sort of space hazard is to be “avoided, repeat, avoided” in the future. Your ship lost one whole drive
  pod and the main communications frames, with severe damage to the other three drive units. Some of the
  living compounds were riddled by debris but there was no great loss of life. The names of casualties were
  not included in the message. At any rate, your EV had to limp to the nearest system on auxiliary power.
  Which took forty-three years. Sector sent them a signal about your safety and well-being. So you should
  soon have a status report.” Ford grinned over his shoulder at Kai, delighted to be the bearer of good
  tidings.
   “That sunrise was a good augury,” Lunzie remarked with an air of pleased surprise.
   Kai squirmed against the restraint of the seat belts, sensible of a relief so intense that it left an ache at the
  base of his skull.
   “I never have understood why the EV’s consider themselves invulnerable to the hazards of space,”
  Lunzie said.
   “One reason I opted for your mission when it came up, Kai. I figured I’d be a lot safer on a planet than
  tagging a cosmic storm.” She gave him a wry grin. “Of course, I have been safer.”
   “What? With mutineers, cold sleep, fringes, and now pirates?” Fordeliton demanded, astonished.
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   “At least my feet were on solid ground and there’s plenty of oxygen in Ireta’s air.”
   Fordeliton made a deprecating sound and pinched his nostrils. Then leaned forward over his console as
  the pinnace began its descent to collect Varian. She was standing on the cliff top as the pinnace slid to a
  landing.
   “The ARCT’s okay, Varian,” Kai cried as soon as she entered. Her jubilation had to be cut short as
  Ford ordered her belted up for the run to the plateau. Kai repeated as much as he knew about the status
  of the ARCT-10, reliving his own immense relief in Varian’s expressions of joy.
   “But if the ARCT isn’t even on its way to us, why this early morning call from Sassinak?” Varian asked.
   “Thek,” Ford replied succinctly.
   “They’ve verified?” Lunzie asked.
   “That’s Sassiness’ assumption, but the word arrived in typical Thek language. No details.”
   “Very interesting,” Lunzie said. A note in her voice made both Kai and Varian stare at her. “Were Thek
  in evidence?”
   “No change in the Bears,” Ford said. “I take that back,” he went on, suddenly alert. “They’ve moved!”
   He flipped on the main screen in the pinnace and they could all see the plateau. The cruiser and the
  transport had not moved, but Medium-Size Thek was gone from its sentry position near the cruiser’s
  gangway, and the three Great-Big Thek were no longer just beyond the squat hulk of the transport. They
  were at the far end of the landing grid. The comunit buzzed.
   “Fordeliton here. Yes, Commander. We just noticed the redisposition. Yes? Aye, aye, ma’am.” He
  made a slight deviation in approach path. “I’m to deliver you there. Muhlah!” he cried as all the proximity
  alarms went off.
   “Don’t deviate!” Lunzie’s cry was so authoritative Ford did not correct his flight path. But the pinnace
  shook as incoming Thek brushed past, speeding to join the others at the far end of the grid.
   “What was that?” Varian demanded, aware of the near collision.
   “Bonnard’s horde of Thek,” Kai replied, with considerable irritation. Even Thek, or especially Thek,
  should follow ordinary flight safety procedures.
   “What did they think they were doing just then?” Varian demanded, expressing a similar outrage.
   “Preparing for a conference,” Lunzie replied, and once again her tone was strained. Abruptly, she
  divested herself of the seat belts. “Can you slow down, Ford? Just Kai and Varian are called to this
  meeting?”
   “No, the commander is, too, and,” Ford now pointed to the view screen, it looks like someone from the
  settlement and the transport have received invitations.” Captain Cruss was plodding across the grid, and
  the two sleds, one from the cruiser and the other from settlement, each with a single passenger, headed
  toward the Thek. “Now what are they doing?” Ford demanded in a perplexed tone.
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   He flipped up the magnification on the forward screen for a better view of the activity. The smaller Thek
  horde had not landed by the bigger ones. While some hovered, others began to attach themselves to the
  Great-Big Bears, defying gravity by creating an overhang. Suddenly the three Medium-Size Bears
  appeared. Two of them hovered as well, turning tapered ends down to fit themselves into the gaps
  between the biggest Thek.
   “Yes, I was right,” Lunzie said softly. “I’ve heard of this configuration, but I never thought to see one.
  It’s a Thek conference!” Awe and amazement tinged the medic’s voice. “Kai, Varian, if you’re to
  remember more than just what they want you to know, I’d better buffer you.”
   “I don’t understand,” Kai said, glancing from the edifice the Thek were constructing to Lunzie’s stern
  expression.
   “Do you trust me?”
   “Of course, and I trust the Thek, too. They’ve never done our species any harm.”
   Lunzie’s mouth twitched in a wry smile. “You do know the opinion they have of us ephemera’s, though?
  They subscribe to the ‘need to know’ school of information transmission. Frankly, I’d rather know all
  there is to know about what has been happening on Ireta that has broken out so many Thek. Wouldn’t
  you?”
   Kai had to concur with that.
   “Well, then, I know three things about a Thek conference. One, they don’t happen frequently—maybe
  once a century. Two, there is no way to elude complete disclosure during one. I don’t even know how
  Thek delve into alien minds, but there is absolutely no doubt that they do.” Lunzie’s stern expression
  relaxed to the point of a reassuring nod. “You have nothing to fear, Kai. Your clear consciences and pure
  hearts will stand you in good stead now. The third point is that, considering the time generally spent within
  that Thek enclosure, the reports of participants confirm the fact that they remember relatively little of what
  actually occurred during the conference. In fact, only what concerned them in particular. I don’t know if a
  mind buffer will help, but I think it’s worth a try in these circumstances. Don’t you?” She cocked her
  head, regarding Kai steadily.
   “Lunzie has made three valid points,” Ford said with a quiet earnestness that held a note of urgency.
  “And I’m going to have to land soon.”
   “I’m game,” Varian said, straightening her shoulders and pointedly not looking at Kai.
   “This conference is something you will want to remember, Kai, in toto,” Lunzie added gently. “Once in a
  while, we ephemera’s need a break. It’s no disloyalty to the Thek, you know.”
   With a sharp nod of his head, Kai agreed, despite some lingering reluctance. He couldn’t have said why
  he resisted what was eminently a sensible precaution because he most emphatically wanted to know
  exactly what had been happening on Ireta. Especially if the ARCT-10 had reported in and could very
  well be on its way to retrieve the expedition.
   “Relax,” Lunzie said, “clear your mind of thought, breathe slowly and deeply, ready to enter trance.”
   Unlike a barrier situation, Lunzie merely reinforced commands originally implanted during the training
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  Varian and Kai had received as Disciples, intended to prevent post hypnotic suggestions. She finished the
  buffering just as Fordeliton brought the pinnace down, a slight distance from the towering Thek edifice. A
  narrow aisle remained between two of the Great-Big Thek while the Medium-Size Thek hovered. The
  smallest Thek which had not fit into the roof of the building had locked themselves against the sides like
  flying buttresses. A cathedral! Yes, Kai decided—that’s what the structure resembles, and a suitable
  reverence suffused him.
   Sassinak and Aygar descended from their sleds, the young Iretan looking at the Thek structure with out
  right suspicion. “Why have they done that?” he asked Varian, then looked almost accusingly at Kai.
  “What’s going on? Why was I compelled to come?”
   “The Thek are about to tell you,” Sassinak replied.
   “Then why don’t they get on with it? Why do they need to build a ‘monument’?” He made a derisive
  gesture toward the edifice.
   “You’ve been accorded a unique honor, young man,” Lunzie said, aware of Kai’s growing antagonism.
   “Lately, I seem to be the recipient of many I could well do without.” Aygar’s supercilious glance swept
  them all, resting finally on the massive figure of Captain Cruss.
   “What’s the matter with him? He shouldn’t have trouble walking on this planet.”
   His comment caused the others to turn and look at the heavyworlder whose gait was, indeed, curious.
  He seemed to be leaning slightly backward and his legs moved only from the knee in an oddly constricted
  gait.
   “I don’t think he approves of this meeting any more than you do, Aygar.” Lunzie smiled mirthlessly. “But
  he’s attending it, will he or won’t he.”
   Captain Cruss was near enough now for the expression on his face to be visible: one of furious
  indignation and resistance. It could also be seen that he wasn’t walking, he was being transported just
  above ground level and all the time trying to reach the ground to dig in his heels.
   “A little help from a friendly Thek would have saved us a lot of trouble, wouldn’t it?” Lunzie remarked to
  Sassinak, her eyes sparkling with delight at the heavyworlder’s predicament. “Will you be able to
  remember the proceedings?” she asked the commander.
   “My memory will be clear, I assure you. Come, we are all here now. It would be impolite to keep our
  hosts waiting.”
   With a grin, Sassinak took Aygar by the arm and strode boldly into the Thek monument. The unwilling
  Captain Cruss brought up the rear. The instant he passed the portal, it closed with a soft thunk.
   “Cathedral” is quite appropriate, Kai thought, appraising his bizarre surroundings. The illumination of the
  interior enhanced that choice.
   “Is Tor here?” Varian asked Kai in a subdued voice.
   “I hope so,” Kai murmured, scanning the individual triangles of Thek making up the ceiling. Thin lines of
  light defining the various parts of the whole abruptly closed. Yet there was no appreciable darkening.
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   “I think they located their ancient Thek,” Sassinak said, also speaking in a low voice. She pointed to the
  far side.
   Kai now distinguished the outline of an object lying on the ground. It seemed to be a collection of porous
  shards, a dull, dark, charcoal gray rather than the usual Thek obsidian. “And if that is indeed a very
  ancient Thek, we ephemera’s will have to revise some favorite theories ... and some jokes.”
   Kai wasn’t sure her levity was appropriate, nevertheless he felt oddly reassured by her comment.
   “Commander, I demand an explanation of the outrageous treatment to which I have been subjected,”
  Captain Cruss cried, his heavy voice reverberating so loudly that the others winced.
   “Don’t be stupid, Cruss.” Sassinak pivoted on her heel to face the huge man. “You know perfectly well
  the Thek are a law unto themselves. And you are now subject to that law, and about to sample its
  justice.”
   It occurred to Kai that they had inadvertently fallen into a triangular pattern themselves: Cruss at one
  apex, Aygar at another, himself and Varian at the third while Sassinak was at the center. That was the
  last observation he had time to make for the Thek began to speak.
   “We have verified.” The statement was a shock to Kai, not for its content for he had assumed that was
  why this extraordinary meeting had been convened, but because the statement was a full sentence, and
  because the sound which provided the sentence seemed to move about the inner walls in syllables. “Ireta
  is for Thek as it has been for hundreds of millions of years. It will remain Thek. For these reasons ...”
   A curious note sounded in Kai’s mind at that point, but he had control enough only to notice that Varian
  was similarly affected and then conscious thought was impossible as a white sound enveloped them all.
   CHAPTER TWENTY
   A groan restored Kai to his surroundings, a groan he echoed for his skull pounded with an intensity that
  surpassed any previous affliction. He was aware of other discomforts, a suffocating heat, of being
  drenched with sweat and unable to focus his eyes. These discomforts were understandable for the sun
  was directly over their heads. It had rained heavily and recently to judge by the fetid humidity and the
  rusty mud surrounding the depressed triangle of dry ground on which they reeled. Varian was clinging to
  Kai, blinking to focus her eyes, and Sassinak was leaning against Aygar. On the ground crouched Cruss
  in an attitude of such dejection that Kai felt a detached pity for the heavyworlder.
   “Commander Sassinak!” Fordeliton’s glad cry roused them from their stupor. “Commander!” He rushed
  toward them, Lunzie and Florasse right behind him. “You’re all right? You’ve been in that conference for
  four-and-a-half hours!”
   “Conference?” Sassinak frowned.
   “Don’t expect sense from them now, Ford!” Lunzie paused to look in each face before she took Varian
  and Kai by the arm and gestured Ford assist his commander. “Let’s just get them out of this sun.”
   “What did those Thek do?” Florasse demanded. She was looking not at Aygar but at the pathetically
  crumbled transporter captain.
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   “Exactly what he deserved, I suspect,” Lunzie replied.
   “Aygar?” Florasse turned the Iretan by the arm, giving him a little shake. “He’s in shock.”
   “Quite likely. Get him in out of the sun. He could probably use a stimulant, but he’ll be himself in an hour
  or two.”
   “But what’s happened to them?” Florasse stared with growing anxiety at the bowed Captain Cruss.
   “They’ve been in a Thek conference, an unusual experience. Aygar will tell you what’s pertinent when he
  recovers. Now, get him out of the sun, woman. C’mon, Ford!” Lunzie led the way to the pinnace.
   In the relief provided by the relatively cool darkness of the little ship, the three people visibly relaxed.
   “Shouldn’t you give them something?” Fordeliton asked anxiously as he swung the pinnace toward the
  cruiser.
   “I will when we get back to the ship. Some of that Sverulan brandy would go down a treat, I’m sure.”
   “Did your buffering work?”
   “I don’t want to put it to the test just yet.”
   Taking her hint, Ford lifted the pinnace for the short flight back to the cruiser. By the time he had landed,
  Sassinak thanked him, rose and calmly walked out of the pinnace and up the gangway to the cruiser.
  With equal calm and slight smiles on their faces, Kai and Varian followed her. Fordeliton hastened after
  them while Lunzie, able to smile now that her friends were recovering, brought up the rear. With no
  hesitation, Sassinak led the way to her quarters. There she made straight to her desk, taking her seat and
  swiveling in a fluid motion to her console.
   “Pendelman? Recall the Wefts from the Heavyworld transport. Secure all patrols. That ship will be
  taking off shortly.
   Then Sassinak swung about, blinking uncertainly. With an exclamation of impatience, Lunzie looked at
  Fordeliton.
   “Where does she keep her liquor?”
   Fordeliton opened a cabinet near him, brought out a bottle and glasses. Lunzie poured hefty shots and
  handed them around. Then she motioned for Ford to pour drinks for them.
   “We could use a jolt, too, after all this excitement.” Then she lifted her glass. “To the survivors!”
   Responding automatically, Sassinak, Varian, and Kai drank, emptying their glasses. The stimulant took
  immediate effect. Color came back into their faces and their expressions regained their old liveliness.
   “Well, now, my friends, what have you to report?” Lunzie asked, heavily stressing the last word.
   Sassinak frowned slightly, looking with surprise at the glass in her hand, at the others seated opposite
  her. Kai sank deeply into his chair, almost dropping his brandy glass while Varian, recognizing what she
  had in her hand, took a healthy swig, and looked to Fordeliton for a refill. He quickly passed the bottle
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  about. Then they all began to talk at once, abruptly recalled their manners, and fell silent until Sassinak
  chuckled.
   “Can I assume from your reactions that the buffering worked?” Lunzie asked.
   “It did, indeed, respected ancestor,” Sassinak said. “I did recall the patrols and the Wefts, didn’t I,
  Ford? Good, that was, I believe, my first order. Did Cruss survive?”
   “Barely!”
   Sassinak chuckled. “He took quite a beating.” Her fingers gingerly touched her temples. “We all did.”
   “Despite our clear consciences and pure hearts,” Varian added with a sly grin at Lunzie.
   Sassinak depressed the comunit button. “Pendelman, request Lieutenant Commander Dupaynil to join
  us. And didn’t we just get exactly the information we needed.”
   “Cruss spilled his guts. Not that I blame him.”
   “Then you know who’s behind the piracy?”
   “Oh yes.” Sassinak smiled beautifully. “I’ll wait until Dupaynil gets here. Kai and Varian have been
  covered with glory, too. Which is only fair.”
   “Yes, apparently we rescued Ger in the nick of time.” Kai took up the account, grinning broadly. “Ger
  was the Thek left here as a guardian—”
   “This planet’s a zoo, Lunzie. A sanctuary for the dinosaurs. The Thek have been stocking it for
  millennia—even before the cataclysm,” Varian broke in excitedly. “Trizein, and all the other buffs were
  right, the critters are from Mesozoic Terra.”
   “Ger was caught in a massive earthquake,” Kai said, “and buried so deeply that it was unable to
  summon help. It had all but exhausted its substance when the Thek started looking for it.”
   “You see,” Varian went on, “the Thek surveyed Old Terra eons ago and were entranced by the
  dinosaurs. Long before the animals were threatened with extinction by a climatic cataclysm, they had
  imported them to Ireta which they knew would permanently provide the proper environment. The Thek
  even brought the Rift grasses for the dinosaurs since Ireta has no natural vitamin A. Dinosaurs are Thek
  pets.”
   “Suitable combination, I expect,” remarked Lunzie. “Both have insatiable appetites.”
   “Dimenon was exactly right when he said the Thek were gorging themselves. They were!” Varian said
  with a crow of laughter.
   “Originally Ireta was slated to be a Thek feeding ground,” Kai said, taking up the tale again, “because of
  all that raw energy being released after every good earthquake or tectonic shift. That’s why those old
  cores had been put down. Ger was in the process of digging them up. By the strangest coincidence, the
  old core we first uncovered was actually close to Ger when the quake trapped it. There’s a Thek dating
  device on those cores, and when the Thek ingested them, that’s what they were looking for. But the
  searchers were having a free meal at the same time. Young Thek, especially, have to be closely
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  supervised or they’ll strip a planet!”
   “What!” Lunzie half rose from her chair while the three who had endured the Thek conference favored
  her with smug expressions. “You can’t possibly imply that ...”
   “That’s my interpretation, Lunzie,” Sassinak agreed. “We got comprehensive, Thekian explanations
  though what we were supposed to remember related only to our personal involvement in this adventure.
  Part of the explanation was a large wedge of Thek history.” She gave Fordeliton a stern look. “Which, if
  you value your rank and role as a Disciple Lieutenant Commander, had best remain locked in your head.
  In their youth as a species, the Thek were driven into space by their insatiable appetites to discover
  planets which would supply their need for raw energy. They find the transuranics especially succulent.
  Even then, fortunately, they had a regard for developing species. Otherwise, a planet with no emerging
  life-forms would be reduced to bare rock by Thek hungers.”
   “The Thek are the Others,” Lunzie gasped.
   “That is the inescapable conclusion,” Sassinak agreed. “Thek are nothing if not logical. It became
  apparent in a millennium that, if they couldn’t curtail their appetites, they ran the risk of eating themselves
  out of the galaxy.”
   “No wonder they have an affinity for dinosaurs,” Fordeliton exclaimed with a whoop of laughter.
   “We may all be grateful that the dinosaurs did not evolve into space travelers,” Sassinak replied.
   “And grateful, too, that the Thek have preserved them. But what will happen now?”
   Varian beamed. “Because we are ephemera’s, short-lived and vulnerable, we would not make the
  mistake the Thek did, in leaving only one guardian ...”
   “You mean, zoo keeper,” Kai said.
   “So I have the option to stay on Ireta,” and Varian’s expression was tinged with awe, “as a planetary
  protector. I can study the giffs, all the dinosaurs, and even the fringes if I feel like it. I may have as much
  staff as I require.” She turned to Kai expectantly, her eyes twinkling. “Tell ’em your good news, Kai.”
   Kai grinned shyly. “Ireta is restricted, of course, as far as the transuranics go, but I, and my ‘ilk’, as they
  put it, have the right to mine anything up to the transuranics for ... is it as long as we live? I’m not sure if
  the limit is just my lifetime.”
   “No,” said Lunzie. “By ilk, the Thek probably mean the ARCT-10 for as long as it survives. You
  deserve it, Kai. You really do.”
   “Curiously enough,” Sassinak said into the respectful pause that followed, “the Thek did appreciate the
  fact that you all have lost irreplaceable time. In doing so, of course, you set up the circumstances which
  retrieved the lost Ger and the forgotten planet. Thek justice is unusual.”
   “What about Aygar and the other Iretans?”
   Varian shot a quick glance at Kai whose expression was of resigned disapproval. “The Thek lumped all
  humans in one group as survivors. In a sense, that’s correct. Aygar plans to stay.”
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   “He made that plain, Thek or not.” Kai’s tone held grudging respect.
   “And the Thek will permit a limited support group for us and however many of Aygar’s Iretans plan to
  remain.”
   “I wonder if some of them might consider enlisting in the Fleet,” Sassinak mused. “Wefts are excellent
  guards but Ireta produced some superb physical types. Ford, do see if we can recruit a few.”
   “Tanegli?” Lunzie asked.
   “Mutiny cannot be excused, nor the mutineer exonerated,” Sassinak answered, her expression stern.
  “He is to be taken back to Sector Headquarters to stand trial. The Thek were as adamant on that score
  as I am.”
   “And Cruss is being sent back?” asked Ford.
   Sassinak steepled her fingers, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Not only sent back
  but earthed for good. Neither he, his crew, nor even any of the cryo passengers will ever leave their
  planet. Nor will their transport lift again.”
   “The Thek do nothing by halves, do they?”
   “They have been exercised—if you can imagine a Thek agitated,” Sassinak went on, “about the
  planetary piracies and patiently waiting for us to do something constructive about the problem. The
  intended rape of Ireta has forced them, with deep regret, to interfere.” A polite rap on the door
  interrupted her. At her response, Dupaynil opened the door, surveying the group quickly. “On cue, for I
  have good news for you, Commander. Names, only one of which was familiar to me.” She beckoned the
  Intelligence officer to take a seat as she leaned forward to type information on the terminal. “Parchandri is
  so conveniently placed for this sort of operation ...”
   “Inspector General Parchandri?” Fordeliton exclaimed, his expression shocked.
   “The same.”
   Lunzie chuckled cynically. “It makes sense to have a conspirator placed high in Exploratory, Evaluation,
  and Colonization. He’d know exactly which planetary plums were ready to be plucked.”
   Kai and Varian regarded her with stunned expressions.
   “Who else, Sassinak?” Lunzie asked.
   The commander looked up from the visual display with a smug smile.
   “The Sek of Formalhaut is a Federation Councilor of Internal Affairs. One now understands just how his
  private fortune was accrued. Lutpostig appears to be the Governor of Diplo, a heavyworlder planet.
  How convenient! Paraden, it will not surprise you to discover, owns that company which supplied the
  grounded transport ship.”
   “Doubtless others in his fleet will meet the same fate,” Lunzie said.
   “We could never have counted on uncovering duplicity at that level, Commander,” was Dupaynil’s quiet
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  assessment. He frowned slightly. “It strikes me as highly unusual for a man at Cruss’s level to know such
  names.”
   “He didn’t,” Sassinak replied equably. “He was only vaguely aware that Commissioner Paraden was
  involved. The Thek extrapolated from what he could tell them of recruitment procedures, suppliers, and
  what they evidently extracted from the transport’s data banks.”
   “And how can we use the information they obtained?”
   “With great caution, equal duplicity and superior cunning, Dupaynil, and undoubtedly some long and
  ardent discussions with the Sector Intelligence Bureau. Fortunately, for my hyper suspicious nature, I’ve
  known Admiral Coromell for years and trust him implicitly. However, knowing where to look for one’s
  culprits is more than half the battle, even those so highly placed.”
   “You will keep us informed of your progress, won’t you?” Lunzie asked wistfully.
   “By reliable homing capsule,” Sassinak replied, but her grin quickly faded into regret. “I have been given
  sailing orders, too. So, Fordeliton, brush up on your eloquence and see whom you can recruit from
  among the Iretans. Kai, Varian, Lunzie, if you need any more supplies to tide you over until the
  ARCT-10 arrives, it will be my pleasure to oblige. Just have them loaded into the pinnace. I’ll have
  Borander deliver you back to your camp. Just one more thing—” Sassinak swiveled her chair about,
  fingering the digital lock on a cabinet behind her. She extracted first one, then with a shrug of her
  shoulders, two more of the distinctive square bottles of Sverulan brandy. “Clean glasses, please, Ford,
  for I’ve a toast to propose.”
   Glasses were found, generously filled with brandy. Sassinak rose to her feet, the others followed suit.
   “To the brave, ingenious, and honored survivors of this planet! Including the dinosaurs!”
    
    
    
   THE END.
    
    
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