He made as if to throw something at her but she scampered away, laughing.
An hour later, he was certain that Varian at her worst could have constructed a better message to the Theks. It covered the main points, and requested the return information required.
He beamed the message, confirming a contact hour two days' later. It didn't give Theks much time to meditate their answers but he had specified only yes, no or deferred answers.
The next day went as scheduled, the heavy-worlders restored to operating efficiency. Tardma and Tanegli did a ground survey of the densely vegetated area where small life forms had been telltagged by Varian and the youngsters. The creatures had maintained their anonymity but skeletal remains not yet disintegrated by insect and carrion eater indicated that while carnivorous, the creatures were probably nocturnal hunters and not large enough to constitute a real danger. Further, they were unlikely to be caught so far from their own territory as the secondary camp. Kai spent the afternoon with Dimenon and Margit choosing a site. It was decided that Portegin and Aulia could also use the camp for their westerly investigations.
Lunzie told Kai and Varian confidentially that the heavy-worlders ought to have had a higher tolerance for the fruit drink than the light grav or ship-bred. She couldn't understand their reactions. However, she did not recommend rationing or watering the potion. She could bring the heavy-worlders in for a routine physical, which, she allowed, was a good idea for every member of the expedition, to check on any allergenic tendencies or subtle infections acquired since planetfall.
That evening Lunzie supplied enough of the fruit drink to make the evening extremely convivial. The heavy-worlders drank no more than anyone else, laughed infrequently as was their habit and retired when everyone else did. The following day there was no impairment of their efficiency which increased the mystery of their behaviour that first evening.
The contact hour with the Theks was duly kept by Kai. Varian arrived half-way through the ponderous and slowly delivered reply.
“No” was the answer to his questions about messages being stripped from the satellite and contact with the EV. He received the expectable deferred answer concerning any knowledge of previous survey and the discovery of the old cores. Excellent was their response to news of the pitchblende deposit, with “continue” added. To his comment that he had heard from the Ryxi he got an acknowledgement. The Theks were reputedly tolerant of all species in a benevolent, impartial way but Kai was left with the feeling that the Theks couldn't care less if the Ryxi maintained contact.
He was of two minds about their deferred answer on a previous survey. On one hand, he'd half-hoped they could find a previous reference, though how they could, out of contact with their own kind and EV's data banks, he didn't know. On the other hand, he would have been obscurely relieved if they had proved their fallability. Yet, if this case did shatter their reputation, something stable and secure would be lost forever to him." So they don't know," said Varian, blatantly pleased.
“Not actively at any rate,” he replied, quite willing to take the Thek part to offset his mental disloyalty. “Of course, there are only several million planets in the universe on which life of some sort has evolved . . .”
“So we're constantly informed but our sphere of interest is currently limited to this one stinking ball of earth. By the way, in order to set you up a secondary camp, we're going to have to formulate a few plans,” said Varian. “According to the old core pattern, the shield runs about two thousand kilometres in a long point to the south-east. That makes commuting back here unfeasible. I want to take Tanegli, Paskutti, Tardma and Lunzie and check out that area.” She unrolled area charts some of the topographical features already marked out in Gaber's neat draftsmanship. Over these were wash colours, the key at the side. “I've keyed it here to territorialities of the beasts we've tagged. I think the guide is adequate but there is so much animal life in this area,” and she indicated the plateau and rain forest just beyond the dead parameters of the camp, “that I've only bothered with the big and dangerous ones. Here's a spot frame of each type we've observed enough to identify as herbivorous, carnivorous or omnivorous. As you can see, we've a way to go before we've done even the most superficial cataloguing.” She tapped vast areas of the outlined land mass which were pristine. “Here there be dragons!” she added in a fruity voice.
“Dragons?”
“Well, That's what the antique cartographer would say when they didn't know a binary bit about the indigenous life.”
“Any more news on which species is which here?” asked Kai.
She shook her head, handing him several copies of the maps. “That's not as urgent as your geological work, and you needed some sort of a guide.”
“This map is terrific, Varian. I thought you'd been out with your teams . . .”
“No, I sent them to get me this information, and fill in some of the nearby gaps in our survey. Terilla and I collaborated on the composite.”
“Terilla did these with you?” Impressed, Kai was poring over the charts.
“Yes, indeed. I know the youngsters were sort of dumped on us at the last moment but I wish someone had thought to give us their records. Terilla's been a real find and she could have been apprenticed right off to Gaber and kept him from falling so far behind. He even approves of her work.” Varian grinned saucily at Kai. “You'll be relieved to hear that Bonnard's interest has been transferred.”
“To Dandy? Or Mabel? In neither case am I flattered.”
“Mabels long gone. No, Bonnard is aiming to get on my expedition to the golden fliers.”
“At least he picks something demonstrably intelligent.”
“I never said he didn't have good taste.”
“Varian!”
“When's the contact with the Ryxi?”
“This afernoon at 15.30 hours. If they remember.”
“We do have problems with memory this trip, don't we? The Ryxi remembering to speak to us, the Theks remembering to think and EV remembering to get in touch with us. Well, back to my hot drawing board . . .” She started out of the pilot cabin. “Oh, hello, Gaber . . .”
“Varian, did you take all my chart copies?”
“Except the one Terilla was working on. Why?”
“I didn't know. I just didn't know and I was . . .”
“I did tell you, Gaber, but I guess you were so deep in the tape, you didn't hear me. Sorry about that. I've given Kai copies, and I'm on my way back to your lair with these right now.”
“Oh, very well then. And, if I didn't hear you, I am sorry.”
To Kai, Gaber did not sound the least bit sorry. Kai went back to studying the patterns of animal. The biggest herbivores, like Mabel and three other large types, could be found all through the rain forests, with their probable passages through the mountain ranges neatly designated by tiny drawings of the beasts. The predators, like fang-face, hunted singly: only one pair had been discovered and they had been involved in a ferocious battle, which had deteriorated, in Paskutti's words, into a mating. The scope of the charts was hampered by the large uncharted areas, over which a transparency had been laid, indicating the general topographical features as seen by the initial cursory probe.
They had been concentrating on the relatively cooler portion of the shield mass, since the polar region was much hotter than the equatorial due to the hotter thermal core of the planet. They would soon have to penetrate those steaming jungles, a task Kai did not relish. The proliferation and diversity of life forms would be incredible in such warmth, Varian had warned him during their shipboard briefing sessions. The lush tropical jungles nourished life, provided quantities of food, as well as immense competition for any and all edible substances. In cooler climates, though Ireta could not boast a very temperate zone, there tended to be fewer species since the food supply was limited by the more severe conditions of life.