“Do you mean you actually took the time to look around and pick and choose when you went back to grab a prisoner?”
“Of course. It was a unique opportunity.”
“Some day I’m going to understand you but not today. I’m thirsty and hungry and exhausted, and feel as though someone has walked all over me with spiked shoes. Have you given any thought to our Future?”
“A very great deal. There was both the time and the opportunity for concentration while we were walking. First, we must face some unpleasant facts. All of the equipment we were carrying is missing, as well as our food and water, my knife …”
“And if that radio controller isn’t still hidden in that crater where you put it, we might as well sign a mutual suicide pact right now. I don’t look forward to those types laying their hands on me a second time …” She leaned forward to look closely at their prisoner; then wrinkled her nose with disgust. “How awful. Since we’re speaking of hands aren’t those human finger bones strung on Dirty’s necklace?”
Brion nodded. “I found that fact most interesting. That’s why I brought him. I also have a strong personal interest in that necklace.”
There was an edge of anger in his voice that had not been there before, that made her look at the necklace again. Bleached finger bones, one of them darker than the others. No, not darker, different. She looked more closely and saw that it was a freshly severed finger, the blood still caked darkly upon it. With sudden realization she stared, horrified, at Brion. He nodded grimly. Holding up his right hand so that all four of his remaining fingers could be clearly seen. Lea gasped.
“They did that to you they’re filth! You didn’t let me know …”
“No point in doing that since there’s nothing either of us can do about it now. It’s not too serious, they tied a thong around the stump to stop the bleeding. But I am most curious about the significance of the act. This man will be able to tell us.” He dismissed the matter with a wave of his truncated hand. “But that is all in the future. Before we do anything else we must call the lifeship down. And I hope that you are correct about our radio controller, that it remains untouched. Until we get to it we have no way of knowing. Then we must reach the crater as soon as possible and signal the lifeship to land. You will board it and leave at once …”
“Without you? Do you really like this disgusting place so much?”
“Not particularly. But the work we have to do must be done here. And I don’t want this man in the ship.”
“Why? Afraid he’ll take it over?”
“Quite the opposite. I have an informed hunch, backed up by the feelings I sensed in Vjer, that it would be disaster to take any of these people out of their natural environment. I’ll be perfectly safe remaining here until you return. While the lifeship is completing a single orbit you will have time enough to assemble the items from a list that we will prepare now. After the orbit you can land with what we will need.”
“Shouldn’t I make a recording of what we have discovered so far?”
“That is item one on your list. After you do that you must get together the equipment that we will need. It is unavoidable that a number of items will have a high metallic content. I believe that it is still very important not to have any metal on our persons when we move about. But if I find that the fragment of wing is still undisturbed, why then we will know that we have a cache where we could leave these metal items until we need them.”
“Items such as a few stun grenades, a gun or two?”
“Very much what I had in mind. I have no desire for a rerun of last night’s performance.”
“A hearty second to that motion.” She climbed wearily to her feet. “I’m ready to go if you are. I get a very itchy feeling sitting here with my back to these woods.”
“You must be tested to see if you have empathetic powers,” Brion said, slowly hoisting the still-unconscious man to his shoulder. “They are out there now looking for us, I have been aware of it for some minutes. But I sense only worry and confusion so I don’t think they have found our trail.”
“Now you tell me! Let’s move.” She scrambled to her feet and started down the hill.
Brion broke into an easy jog so that he caught up and passed her within a few paces. “I’m going ahead,” he told her. “They’ll probably be able to see us once we are out on the plain, so I want to send for the lifeship as soon as possible.”
“Don’t stand there talking move it out! I’m right behind you.”
She was running as fast as she could, but still could not match his speed. Brion loped out ahead of her in ground-eating strides, his course taking him directly to the crater. Lea kept looking over her shoulder as she ran, then she had to walk for a bit to catch her breath, before she was able to run again. She struggled her way up a small rise and when she reached the top she saw Brion, far ahead, climbing out of the crater waving something that glinted in the sun. The controller was still there!
“The lifeship, it’s on the way down,” he said as she stumbled up to him. “And there is no sign of any pursuers as yet.”
“I’ve never been … so tired in my life.” She gasped out the words as she dropped to the ground. Brion put the controller at her side and started back towards the crater.
“Give me a shout if he starts to move,” he said. “I want to make another copy of the identification plate I found on the wrecked wing. The first one is gone, I had it scratched onto my waterbottle. When you are in the ship use the modem to put this copy into the record.” He slipped over the edge.
Lea looked at the necklace around the snoring man’s neck and shuddered. What animals these people were. Cutting a man’s finger off just like that. For what reason? It must have been an important reason for them, with a ritual meaning or something. And Brion’s hand, how it must have hurt, yet he had never mentioned it. He was an unbelievable man in every way. But the stump would have to be treated at once to prevent infection; a medkit must be high on their list of necessities. A new finger would be regrown eventually but that was not going to stop the pain and discomfort now.
“I’ve copied the symbols as best I could, onto this piece of bark,” Brion said, when he had clambered back out of the crater. “Can you make any sense of them at all?”
She turned the bark around and around, then shook her head no. “It’s not any language that I am acquainted with. Though the alphabet has a familiar look. The memory banks may come up with something …”
Their grey-haired prisoner opened his eyes and began to tremble and scream hoarsely, scrabbling to crawl away from them. Brion reached out and seized him, then pressed his thumb hard against the side of the man’s neck below the ear. The prisoner flopped twice and was still.
“Did you see that?” Brion asked.
“The way you crunched him unconscious? I sure did. You’ll have to teach me that trick …”
“No, not that. What he was looking at when he started to wail. It was the radio controller.”
“Could he have known what it is?”
“I doubt that very much. But it must have some terrible significance for him that we will have to determine.” Brion turned his head sideways, listening. “The ship is on the way down. You must memorize the list now, of the things that we will need.”
The lifeship was on the ground for less than two minutes. Brion worried for every second of the time. Even when the ship had lifted off again with Lea aboard, the nagging concern continued. It had landed safely twice which indicated that this location might not be under continuous observation. But each time it came down the danger of possible discovery increased. Yet they had to stay in this area because the hunters were the only key they had to the deadly problem of this planet. Since there was no choice he forced himself to put the danger from his mind and concentrate on setting up the HLP.