Ponter smiled back at him. Please. But you must let me help.
Ill show you how, said Louise. She patted Ponter on the forearm. Come on, big fella.
Suddenly, Mary found herself objecting. I thought you were a vegetarian.
I am, said Louise. For five years now. But I know how to barbecue.
Mary had an urge to go with them, as Ponter and Louise headed out through the sliding glass doors onto the deck. But but no, that was silly.
Louise slid the glass doors shut behind them, keeping the cooled air inside the house.
Reuben was clearing off the kitchen table. He faked the voice of an old Jewish yenta. So, vhat have you two kids been talking about?
Mary was still looking out through the glass, at Louise, laughing and tossing her hair as she explained how the barbecue worked, and at Ponter, hanging on her every word.
Umm, mostly religion, said Mary.
Reubens voice immediately switched back to normal. Really?
Uh-huh, said Mary. She tore her eyes away from what was going on outside, and looked at Reuben. Or more precisely, Neanderthals lack of religion.
But I thought Neanderthals did have religion, said Reuben, now getting some plain white Corelle plates from a cupboard. The cult of the cave bear, and all that.
Mary shook her head. Youve been reading old books, Reuben. No one takes that seriously anymore.
Really?
Yeah. Oh, some cave-bear skulls were found in one cave that had indeed been occupied by Neanderthals. But it now looks like the bears had simply died in the cave, probably during hibernation, and the Neanderthals had moved in afterwards.
But werent the skulls all arranged in patterns?
Well, said Mary, getting a handful of cutlery and laying it out, the guy who first found them claimed they were in a stone crib or coffin. But no photos were taken, workers supposedly destroyed the coffin, and the only two sketches made by the archeologista guy named Bachlercompletely contradict each other. No, it seems Bachler simply saw what he wanted to see.
Oh, said Reuben, now rummaging in the fridge for things to make a salad. But what about Neanderthals burying their dead with stuff the dear departed might need in the afterlife? Surely thats a sign of religion.
Well, it would be, said Mary, if Neanderthals had really done that. But sites occupied for generations accumulate garbage: bones, old stone tools, and so on. The few examples we thought we had of grave goods at Neanderthal burials turned out to be stuff that had just accidentally been buried with the corpse.
Reuben was pulling leaves off a head of iceberg lettuce now. Ah, but doesnt burial in and of itself imply a belief in the afterlife?
Mary looked around for something else she could do to help, but there really didnt seem to be anything. It might, she said, or it might just be a case of trying to keep things neat. Lots of Neanderthal corpses are found in tightly wrapped fetal positions. That could be ceremony, or it could just be a desire on the part of the poor slob who had to dig the grave to make the hole as small as possible. Dead bodies attract scavengers, after all, and they get to stinking if you leave them out in the sun.
Reuben was now chopping up celery. But but I read about Neanderthals being, well, the first flower children.
Mary laughed. Ah, yes. Shanidar Cave, in Iraqwhere Neanderthal bodies were found covered with fossil pollen.
Thats right, said Reuben, nodding. As if theyd been buried wearing flower garlands, or something.
Sorry, but thats been discredited, too. The pollen was just an accidental intrusion into the grave, brought there by burrowing rodents or groundwater percolating through the sediment.
Butwait a minute! What about the Neanderthal flute! That was front-page news all over the world.
Yeah, said Mary. Ivan Turk found that in Slovenia: a hollowed-out bear bone with four holes in it.
Right, right. A flute!
Fraid not, said Mary, leaning against the side-by-side fridge now. It turns out that the bone was pierced by carnivore gnawingprobably by a wolf. And, yes, in typical newspaper fashion, that revelation did not make the front page.
Thats for sure. This is the first Ive heard of it.
I was there at the Paleoanthropology Society meeting in Seattle in 98, when Nowell and Chase presented their paper discrediting the flute. Mary paused. No, it really does look like right until the very end, Neanderthalsat least on this version of Earthhad nothing that wed call religion, or even culture for that matter. Oh, some of the very last specimens show a little variety in the things they did, but most paleoanthropologists think they were just imitating Cro-Magnons who lived nearby; Cro-Magnons were indisputably our direct ancestors.
Speaking of Cro-Magnons, said Reuben, what about crossbreeding between Neanderthals and Cro-Magnons? Didnt I read that fossils of a hybrid child had been found in, what, oh, maybe 1998?
Yeah, Erik Trinkaus is big on that specimen; its from Portugal. But, look, hes a physical anthropologist, and Im a geneticist. He bases his case entirely on the skeleton of a child that, to him, shows hybrid characteristics. But he doesnt have the skulland the skull is the only truly diagnostic part of a Neanderthal. To me, it just looks like a stocky kid.
Hmm, said Reuben. But, you know, Ive seen guys who look a fair bit like Ponter, in features if not in coloring. Some Eastern Europeans, for instance, have big noses and prominent browridges. Are you saying those guys dont have Neanderthal genes in them?
Mary shrugged. I know some paleoanthropologists who would argue that they do. But, really, the jury is still out on whether our kind of humans and Neanderthals even could crossbreed.
Well, said Reuben, if you keep spending so much time with Ponter, maybe youll answer that one for us someday.
Reuben was close enough that she was able to swat him on the arm with an open hand. Stop that! she said. She looked into the living room, so that Reuben wouldnt see the grin growing across her face.
Jasmel Ket showed up at Adikors house around noon. Adikor was surprised but pleased to see her. Healthy day, he said.
The same to you, replied Jasmel, bending down to scratch Pabos head.
Will you have food? asked Adikor. Meat? Juice?
No, Im fine, said Jasmel. But Ive been reading more of the law. Have you considered a counterclaim?
A counterclaim? repeated Adikor. Against whom?
Daklar Bolbay.
Adikor ushered Jasmel into the living room. He took a chair, and she took another. On what possible charge? said Adikor. She has done nothing to me.
She has interfered with your grieving for the loss of your man-mate
Yes, said Adikor. But surely that is not a crime.
Isnt it? said Jasmel. What does the Code of Civilization say about disturbing the life of another?
It says a lot of things, said Adikor.
The part Im thinking of is, Frivolous actions against another cannot be countenanced; civilization works because we only invoke its power over the individual in egregious cases.
Well, shes accused me of murder. Theres no more egregious crime.
But she has no real evidence against you, said Jasmel. That makes her action frivolousor, at least, it might in the eyes of an adjudicator.
Adikor shook his head. I cant see Sard being impressed by that argument.
Ah, but Sard cannot hear the counterclaim; thats the law. Youd speak in front of a different adjudicator.
Really? Maybe it is worth trying. But but my goal isnt to prolong these proceedings. Its to get them over with, to get this rotting judicial scrutiny lifted so I can get back down to the lab.