Hes more adaptable than most Humans, Nikanj had told Akin. So is Lilith.
He calls me son, Akin said.
Ive heard.
He wont go away, will he?
He wont go. Hes not a wanderer. He was looking for a home where he could have a family, and hes found one.
Now Tino began to chop down a small tree. Akin watched for a moment, wondering why the man enjoyed such activity. He did enjoy it. He had volunteered to do it. He did not like gardening. He did not like adding to Los librarywriting down his prewar memories for later generations. Everyone was asked to do that if they stayed even for a short while in Lo. Constructs wrote about their lives as well, and Oankali, who would not write anything, though they were capable of writing, told their stories to Human writers. Tino showed no interest in any of this. He chopped wood, he worked with Humans who had established a fish farm and with constructs who raised altered bees, wasps, earthworms, beetles, ants, and other small animals that produced new foods. He built canoes and traveled with Ahajas when she visited other villages. She traveled by boat for his sake, though most Oankali swam. She had been surprised to see how easily he accepted her, had recognized his fascination with her pregnancy. Both Ahajas and Akin tried to tell him what it was like to touch the growing child and feel its response, its recognition, its intense curiosity. The two had talked Nikanj into trying to simulate the sensation for him. Nikanj had resisted the idea only because Tino was not one of the childs parents. But when Tino asked, the oolois resistance vanished. It gave Tino the sensationand held him longer than was necessary. That was good, Akin thought. Tino needed to be touched more. It had been painfully hard for him when he discovered that his entry into the family meant he could not touch Lilith. This was something Akin did not understand. Human beings liked to touch one anotherneeded to. But once they mated through an ooloi, they could not mate with each other in the Human waycould not even stroke and handle one another in the Human way. Akin did not understand why they needed this, but he knew they did, knew it frustrated and embittered them that they could not. Tino had spent days screaming at or not speaking at all to Nikanj, screaming at or not speaking to Lilith, sitting alone and staring at nothing. Once he left the village for three days, and Dichaan followed him and led him back when he was ready to return. He could have gone away until the effects of his mating with Nikanj had passed from his body. He could have found another village and a sterile Human-only mating. He had had several of those, though. Akin had heard him speak of them during those first few bad days. They were not what he wanted. But neither was this. Now he was like Lilith. Very much attached to the family and content with it most of the time, yet poisonously resentful and bitter sometimes. But only Akin and the rest of the younger children of the house worried that he might leave permanently. The adults seemed certain he would stay.
Now he cut the tree he had felled into pieces and cut lianas to bundle the wood. Then he came to collect Akin. He stopped abruptly and whispered. My god!
Akin was tasting a large caterpillar. He had allowed it to crawl onto his forearm. It was, in fact, almost as large as his forearm. It was bright red and spotted with what appeared to be tufts of long, stiff black fur. The tufts, Akin knew, were deadly. The animal did not have to sting. It had only to be touched on one of the tufts. The poison was strong enough to kill a large Human. Apparently Tino knew this. His hand moved toward the caterpillar, then stopped.
Akin split his attention, watching Tino to see that he made no further moves and tasting the caterpillar gently, delicately, with his skin and with a flick of his tongue to its pale, slightly exposed underside. Its underside was safe. It did not poison what it crawled on.
It ate other insects. It even ate small frogs and toads. Some ooloi had given it the characteristics of another crawling creaturea small, multilegged, wormlike peripatus. Now both caterpillar and peripatus could project a kind of glue to snare prey and hold it until it could be consumed.
The caterpillar itself was not good to eat. It was too poisonous. The ooloi who had assembled it had not intended that it be food for anything while it was alive, though it might be killed by ants or wasps if it chose to hunt in one of the trees protected by these. It was safe, though, in the tree it had chosen. Its kind would give the tree a better chance to mature and produce food.
Akin held his arm against the trunk of the sapling and carefully maneuvered the caterpillar into crawling back to it. The moment it had left his arm, Tino snatched him up, shouting at him.
Never do anything so crazy again! Never! That thing could kill you! It could kill me!
Someone grabbed him from behind.
Someone else grabbed Akin from his arms.
Now, far too late, Akin saw, heard, and smelled the intruders. Strangers. Human males with no scent of the Oankali about them. Resisters. Raiders. Child thieves!
Akin screamed and twisted in the arms of his captor. But physically, he was still little more than a baby. He had let his attention be absorbed by Tino and the caterpillar, and now he was caught. The man who held him was large and strong. He held Akin without seeming to notice Akins struggles.
Meanwhile, four men had surrounded Tino. There was blood on Tinos face where someone had hit him, cut him. One of the four had a piece of gleaming silver metal around one of his fingers. That must have been what had cut Tino.
Hold it! one of Tinos captors said. This guy used to be Phoenix. He frowned at Tino. Arent you the Leal kid?
Im Augustino Leal, Tino said, holding his body very straight. I was Phoenix. I was Phoenix before you ever heard of it! His voice did not tremble, but Akin could see that his body was trembling slightly. He looked toward his ax, which now lay on the ground several feet from him. He had leaned it against a tree when he came to get Akin. His machete, though, had still been at his belt. Now it was gone. Akin could not see where it had gone.
The raiders all had long wood-and-metal sticks, which they now pointed at Tino. The man holding Tino also had such a stick, strapped across his back. These were weapons, Akin realized. Clubsor perhaps guns? And these men knew Tino. One of them knew Tino. And Tino did not like that one. Tino was afraid. Akin had never seen him more afraid.
The man who held Akin had put his neck within easy reach of Akins tongue. Akin could sting him, kill him. But then what would happen? There were four other men.
Akin did nothing. He watched Tino, hoping the man would know what was best.
There were no guns in Phoenix when I left, Tino was saying. So the sticks were guns.
No, and you didnt want there to be any, did you? the same man asked. He made a point of jabbing Tino with his gun.
Tino began to be a little less afraid and more angry. If you think you can use those to kill the Oankali, youre as stupid as I thought you were.
The man swung his gun up so that its end almost touched Tinos nose.
Is it Humans you mean to kill? Tino asked very softly. Are there so many Humans left? Are our numbers increasing so fast?
Youve joined the traitors! the man said.
To have a family, Tino said softly. To have children. He looked at Akin. To have at least part of myself continue.
The man holding Akin spoke up. This kid is as human as any Ive seen since the war. I cant find anything wrong with him.
No tentacles? one of the four asked.
Not a one.
Whats he got between his legs?