For Varian? Or Divisti?
Maybe for both. Strange that the predator didn't attempt to attack, isn't it?
Perhaps it does not like flier meat. Or they are formidable antagonists?
No. There was no hint of attack in the predator's manner, and only wary defence in the fliers. Almost as if . . . as if both recognized this as a place apart. That there was a truce here.
A truce? Between animals? Bakkun sounded sceptical.
That's what it looked like but the predator is certainly too primitive to operate on such a logical basis. I must ask Varian.
Yes, she would be the proper person to query, said Bakkun, his composure restored, and he brought the sled to a smooth landing on the low bluff the fliers had used to take off.
We are not golden fliers, the heavy-worlder said in response to Kai's surprise at the landing spot. That creature may decide to season its grass with us. He smoothly took over the scope. You collect. I will watch.
The monster had not interrupted its feeding nor paid any attention to the sled. Kai dismounted with alacrity and, thumbing off his force-screen, began to gather grass. He was glad he had gloves because some of the blades had sharp edges, relatives to the sword plant, he decided. One clump came up, roots, earth and all, adding a new high to the malodourous air. Kai shook the earth free, remembering the birds had taken only the tops, not the root. Although the fliers had not gone in for the thicker bladed vegetation Kai took samples of everything in the vicinity. He stored his garnering in a container and resumed his place on the sled.
He has not stopped eating grass, Kai, said Bakkun, returning the scope to him.
As Bakkun eased the sled off the bluff and into the air, Kai kept the scope on the predator. It continued eating, not even lifting its head as the two geologists passed over it.
Bakkun, having been given no orders to the contrary, navigated the sled through the narrow end of the valley. Beyond, the ground fell away again, to a lower level without such luxuriant growth, the soil being sandier and supporting more of the tough shrub-type vegetation.
The cores continue down this valley, Kai, said Bakkun drawing his attention away from the monster and to the business at hand.
Kai looked at the seismic scanner. Last one just beyond that far ridge.
This rift valley is very old, said Bakkun. Kai was pleased to hear the half-question in the man's voice. And the cores end beyond the ridge?
Indeed they do.
Oh?
It was the first time Kai had ever heard uncertainty in a heavy-worlder's voice. He understood it and sympathized for he felt much the same way himself.
The overthrust above which they now passed had occurred at least a million years previous to their arrival on this planet. Yet the manufacture of the core unit was undeniably Thek. Unless, and the stray thought amused Kai, the Theks had copied an older civilization . . . the Others? The Theks as copyists restored Kai's sense of proportion. As he couldn't expect to compete with heavy-worlders on a physical basis, he ought not to compete with the Theks on a longevity performance. The here and now were important, too: twice, trebly important to him considering how short a span he could anticipate, even with all the miracles of medical science. He and his team had a job to do now on Ireta. Never mind that it had been done before when Man was still at the single cell stage swimming about at the beginning of a long evolutionary climb.
CHAPTER FOUR
With the help of Paskutti and Tardma, Varian managed to dress Mabels flank wound. The beast had somehow managed to loosen the edges of the filmseal and, despite the force-screen over her corral, blood-suckers had attached themselves to the suppuration. She had opened the wound further in her frenzy to free herself from the ropes the heavy-worlders used to restrain her. They had to lash her head to her uninjured hind leg before Varian could approach her.
Fortunately, once she dislodged the blood-suckers, Varian thought the flesh looked healthy enough.
I'm going to wash down and seal the entire leg, she told Paskutti who was heaving with his exertions. Just as well I'm vetting the bitten instead of the biter. Hate to run into him. She thought of the wicked head and the rows of vicious teeth glaring out of the frame Kai had taken.
This creature couldn't put up much of a fight, said Paskutti.
The edge to his tone surprised Varian into looking at him. She didn't expect to see any emotion registered on the heavy-worlder's blank features but there was an intensity in his pale eyes that gave her a momentary stab of fear. She got the distinct impression that the man was excited in some bizarre and revolting fashion, by the wound, by the concept of one animal eating another, alive. She turned back quickly to her task, loathe to let Paskutti know she'd observed him.
They completed the veterinary on Mabel without further struggle but her tail, when she was released from the ropes, lashed out so viciously that they all retreated hastily beyond range. Without the proximity of her well-wishers, Mabel seemed unable to continue her aggressive behaviour. She stopped mid-bellow and peered about her, as if puzzled by this unexpected respite. Her near-sighted eyes scanned so consistently above their heads that once they stood still, Varian realized that Mabel would never see them. Mabel's worst enemy then, Varian decided, was much larger than the herbivore's considerable self, and generally perceived by smell to judge by the rapid dilation of Mabel's nostrils, and from a distance." What now, Varian?" asked Paskutti as they left the corral.
In his very lack of tone colour, Paskutti seemed to be impatient for her answer.
Now, we check out what creatures inhabit the unknown land beyond the shield so that Kai and his teams can make secondary camps. We've the sled today, Paskutti, so if you'd get tapes, we can do some prospecting.
Weaponry?
"The usual personnel defense. We're not hunting. We're observing.
She spoke more harshly than she intended because there was an avid intensity about Paskutti's innocent question that was off-putting. Tardma was as blank as ever but then she never did anything, including smile, without glancing for permission from Paskutti.
As they re-entered the encampment for their equipment, Varian saw the children grouped about Dandy's enclosure, watching Lunzie feed it. Its thick little tail whisked this way and that either in greed or in enjoyment.
Is Dandy eating well?
Second bottle, said Bonnard with possessive pride.
Lunzie says we can feed him when he gets to know us a bit better, Cleiti added and Terilla nodded, her bright eyes big with such an incredible experience to anticipate.
Poor ship-bound wench, thought Varian whose childhood had been spent among the animals of many worlds with her veterinarian parents. She couldn't remember the time when she hadn't had animals to cuddle and care for. Small creatures brought to her parents for healing or observation had always been her particular charges once her parents had decided she was a responsible youngster. The only creatures she had never liked were the Galormis. Her instinct for animals had warned her the moment those soft devils had been discovered on Aldebaran 4, but as a very junior xenob, she had had to keep her own counsel on her suspicions. At that she'd been lucky: she only had teeth marks on her arm where the Galormis which had attacked those in her dome had begun its nocturnal feeding. The creature had already killed its handler: its hollow incisors had proved to contain a paralytic with which it controlled its victims. Fortunately the night guard, alerted to trouble by the non-appearance of his relief, had roused the expedition, and the Galormis had been caught, contained and later exterminated. The planet was interdicted.
We'll see how Dandy behaves himself first, Terilla, said Varian, firmly believing in an old adage, once bitten, twice shy. The originator had not had the Galormis in mind, but the application was apt.