It could have been for seconds or years that I groped into the darkness around me. I felt touching, but the parts of me being touched seemed far, far away. First chills, then fever, then chills again, my head being cooled by a gentle hand. I opened my eyes to narrow slits and saw Jerry hovering over me, blotting my forehead with something cool. I managed a whisper.
"Jerry."
The Drac looked into my eyes and smiled. "Good is, Davidge. Good is."
The light on Jerry's face flickered and I smelled smoke. "Fire."
Jerry got out of the way and pointed toward the center of the room's sandy floor. I let my head roll over and realized that I was lying on a bed of soft, springy branches. Opposite my bed was another bed, and between them crackled a cheery camp-fire. "Fire now we have, Davidge. And wood." Jerry pointed toward the roof made of wooden poles thatched with broad leaves.
I turned and looked around, then let my throbbing head sink down and closed my eyes. "Where are we?"
"Big island, Davidge. Soaker off sandbar us washed. Wind and waves us here took. Right you were."
"I... I don't understand; ne gavey. It'd take days to get to the big island from the sandbar."
Jerry nodded and dropped what looked like a sponge into a shell of some sort filled with water.
"Nine days. You I strap to nasesay, then here on beach we land."
"Nine days? I've been out for nine days?"
Jerry shook his head. "Seventeen. Here we land eight days..." The Drac waved its hand behind itself.
"Ago . . . eight days ago."
"Ae."
Seventeen days on Fyrine IV was better than a month on Earth. I opened my eyes again and looked at Jerry. The Drac was almost bubbling with excitement. "What about your lean, your child?"
Jerry patted its swollen middle. "Good is, Davidge. You more nasesay hurt."
I overcame an urge to nod. "I'm happy for you." I closed my eyes and turned my face toward the wall, a combination of wood poles and leaves.
"Jerry?"
"Ess?"
"You saved my life."
"Ae."
"Why?"
Jerry sat quietly for a long time. "Davidge. On sandbar you talk. Loneliness now gavey." The Drac shook my arm. "Here, now you eat."
I turned and looked into a shell filled with t steaming liquid. "What is it, chicken soup?"
"Ess?"
"Ess va?" I pointed at the bowl, realizing for tht first time how weak I was.
Jerry frowned. "Like slug, but long."
"An eel?"
"Ae, but eel on land, gavey?"
"You mean 'snake'?"
"Possiblemaybeperhaps."
I nodded and put my lips to the edge of the shell. I sipped some of the broth, swallowed and let the broth's healing warmth seep through my body.
"Good."
"You custa want?"
"Ess?"
"Custa." Jerry reached next to the fire and picked up a squareish chunk of clear rock. I looked at it, scratched it with my thumbnail, then touched it with my tongue.
"Halite! Salt!"
Jerry smiled. "Custa you want?"
I laughed. "All the comforts. By all means, let's have custa."
Jerry took the halite, knocked off a corner with a small stone, then used the stone to grind the pieces against another stone. He held out the palm of his hand with a tiny mountain of white granules in the center. I took two pinches, dropped them into my snake soup and stirred it with my finger.
Then I took a long swallow of the delicious broth. I smacked my lips.
"Fantastic."
"Good, ne?"
"Better than good; fantastic." I took another swallow, making a big show of smacking my lips and rolling my eyes.
"Fantastic, Davidge, ne?"
"Ae." I nodded at the Drac. "I think that's enough. I want to sleep."
"Ae, Davidge, gavey." Jerry took the bowl and put it beside the fire. The Drac stood, walked to the door and turned back. Its yellow eyes studied me for an instant, then it nodded, turned and went outside. I closed my eyes and let the heat from the campfire coax the sleep over me.
In two days I was up in the shack trying my legs, and in two more days Jerry helped me outside. The shack was located at the top of a long gentle rise in a scrub forest; none of the trees was any taller than five or six meters. At the bottom of the slope, better than eight kilometers from the shack, was the still-rolling sea. The Drac had carried me. Our trusty nasesay had filled with water and had been dragged back into the sea soon after Jerry pulled me to dry land. With it went the remainder of the ration bars. Dracs are very fussy about what they eat, but hunger finally drove Jerry to sample some of the local flora and fauna—hunger and the human lump that was rapidly drifting away from lack of nourishment. The Drac had settled on a bland, starchy type of root, a green bushberry that when dried made an acceptable tea, and snakemeat. Exploring, Jerry had found a partly eroded salt dome. In the days that followed, I grew stronger and added to our diet with several types of sea mollusk and a fruit resembling a cross between a pear and a plum.
As the days grew colder, the Drac and I were forced to realize that Fyrine IV had a winter. Given that, we had to face the possibility that the winter would be severe enough to prevent the gathering of food—and wood.
When dried next to the fire, the berrybush and roots kept well, and we tried both salting and smoking snakemeat. With strips of fiber from the berrybush for thread, Jerry and I pieced together the snakeskins for winter clothing. The design we settled on involved two layers of skins with the down from berrybush seed pods stuffed between and then held in place by quilting the layers.
We agreed that the house would never do. It took three days of searching to find our first cave, and another three days before we found one that suited us. The mouth opened onto a view of the eternally tormented sea, but was set in the face of a low cliff well above sea level. Around the cave's entrance we found great quantities of dead wood and loose stone. The wood we gathered for heat; and the stone we used to wall up the entrance, leaving only space enough for a hinged door. The hinges were made of snake leather and the door of wooden poles tied together with berrybush fiber. The first night after completing the door, the sea winds blew it to pieces; and we decided to go back to the original door design we had used on the sandbar.
Deep inside the cave, we made our living quarters in a chamber with a wide, sandy floor. Still deeper, the cave had natural pools of water, which were fine for drinking but too cold for bathing. We used the pool chamber for our supply room. We lined the walls of our living quarters with piles of wood and made new beds out of snakeskins and seed pod down. In the center of the chamber we built a respectable fireplace with a large, flat stone over the coals for a griddle. The first night we spent in our new home, I discovered that, for the first time since ditching on that damned planet, I couldn't hear the wind.