She smeared her hand across her wet face. I can do it, Dard. Its so frightened and it might be more afraid of somebody as big as you.
She squatted down before a small opening between two rocks and made soft coaxing sounds. At last she turned her head.
Its coming out. But you must stay away-please
Dard nodded. Dessie held out her hand to the hollow between the rocks. He was sure he saw something hesitatingly touch that small palm. Then she wriggled back, still coaxing.
What followed her brought a gasp from Dard, even inured as he now was to the surprises this world had to offer. Some twenty slender inches tall, it walked upright, the four tiny digits of one hand confidently hooked about Dessies fingers. In color the creature was a soft silvery gray, but when a shaft of sunlight touched the fluff of thick fur which completely covered it, rainbow lights twinkled from each hair tip.
Its head was round, with no vestige of ears, the eyes very large, turning from Dessie to the two men. When it caught sight of them it stopped short and, with a gesture which won Dard completely, put the other band to its wide, fanged mouth, chewing on its finger tips shyly. The small feet were webbed and sealed with rainbow tints, as were the hands. He continued to examine it, puzzled. It was akin to the night-howling monkeys, but it was much smaller and plainly amphibian. And it appeared to be able to see perfectly well in the daylight.
Where did it come from, Dessie? he asked quietly, trying hard not to alarm the engaging little thing.
Out of the sea, she waved her flee hand at the waves.
I was hunting shells and I found a pretty one. When I went down to wash the sand off it there he was, coming out of the water to watch me. He was sleeked down with the wet then-hes a lot prettier now She broke off and stopped to address her companion with a series of chirrups such as Dard had heard her use with the wild things of lost Terra.
Then, she continued, that bad dragon came and chased him into the rocks and I called you-like you, told me to, Dardie, if I saw a dragon. They are bad. The sea baby was so frightened.
Did it tell you so? asked Rogan eagerly.
Perhaps it was the vibration of his deeper voice in the air which sent the sea creature crowding against Dessie, half hiding its face against her.
Please, Mr. Rogan, she shook her head reprovingly.Hes afraid when you talk. No, I dont think he talks like us. I just know what he feels-here, she touched a forefinger to her head. He wanted to play with me so he came ashore. Hes a nice baby-the nicest I ever, ever knew! Better than a fox or a bunny or even the big owl.
Great Space! Look thereoff the rocks!
Dards eyes followed the line of Rogans pointing finger. Two sleek round heads bobbed out of the water, great unblinking orbs were turned to the party on the beach. Dards grasp on Rogans arm tightened.
Keep quiet! This is important!
Dessie beamed at their interruption.
More sea people! Look, baby! She directed the mar-childs attention seaward.
Instantly it slipped its hand free and ran to the edge of the water. But, just as it was about to plunge into the waves, it stopped and looked back at Dessie. While it teetered there, toes in the lapping waves, the two others of its race swam into the shallows and arose to their feet to wade in. The merchild made up its mind and splashed out to meet the shorter of the two advancing figures and was gathered up in eager arms. The largest of the three-an inch or two above four feet Dard judged-moved in between its mate and child and those on shore.
See what its carrying! Rogan schooled his voice with an effort,
But Dard needed no one to point out that discovery. The merman was armed with a spear, a spear with a mean looking many barbed head. And about his loins was a belt sup- porting a small, fastened case and a long dagger of pointed bone. This was no animal!
The merchild struggled to free itself, slipped under the reaching hand of its father, and darted back to Dessie. Grabbing again at her hand, it tugged her toward the couple in the water. Dard moved up, he didnt like the look of that spear.
But before he could get to Dessie the merman thrust that weapon at something washing along the rocks. When he raised the spear its point impaled the headless body of the dragon. With a gesture of fury the merman smashed the battered corpse down on the stone, ripping it off the barbs. Then he splashed up to Dessie and caught the merchild, giving it a smart slap across its buttocks with a very human expression of exasperation. Dard chuckled and forgot his momentary fears.
The merpeople were unhuman in appearance but they appeared to share certain emotions with the Terrans. Dard stepped cautiously into the water. The merman was instantly alert, his spear on guard, backing toward his mate and the child he had pushed out to her.
Dard held out empty hands in the gesture of good will as old as time. The mermans big eyes searched his. Then slowly that spear was lowered, to be laid on wet sand, with webbed toes curled over it to hold it safe, and the rainbow scaled paws were raised in the right answer.
9. TREATY AND ALLIANCE
WHENS BLAST-OFF? Cully was boring holes in the sand with one finger, restless away from his machines.
Dard glanced along the line of the six men who had accompanied him down to the shore. They sat cross-legged in the sand with strict orders to keep quiet and wait. The first meeting between the Terrans and the representatives of the merpeople had been scheduled for this afternoon-if he had been able to get the idea across in gestures alone.
Spread out on the shore several feet above the water level were those gifts the Terrans believed might please sea dwellers. Some nested plastic bowls made a bright-colored spot, a collection of empty bottles of various sizes, hastily assembled from laboratory supplies, golden apples, native grain, all there together. Objects which could be used under water had been hard to find.
Theyre coming! Dessie had been waiting impatiently by the waves sweep, and now, heedless of the water curling about her legs, she ran forward, holding out her hands to the merchild who threshed up a fountain of spray in its eagerness to meet her. Hand in hand they pattered to dry land where the merchild shrank shyly against the little girl when it saw the men.
But Dessie was smiling, and said importantly, Ssssat and Ssssutu are coming now.
Dard hid his surprise. How could Dessie so confidently mouth those queer names-how did she know? From all his questioning and Kimbers and Kordovs and Carlees-last night, they had only been able to elicit that the sea people thought into her head. They had been forced to accept the concept of telepathy-which could be possible with an undersea race.
So, deciding that Dessies interpretation might be needed that day, they had schooled her in her part.
Ssssat and Ssssutu-if those were the proper designations of the mermen who were borne in with the next wave came ashore. They both carried the barbed spears and wore long bone daggers at the belts which were their only articles of clothing. Without a sound they seated themselves on the seaside of the gifts, facing Dard, regarding him and the other Terrans with owlish solemnity.
Dessie! Dard called, and she came trotting to him.
Do I give the presents now, Dard?
Yes. Try to make them understand that we want to be friends.
She picked out two of the bowls, put an apple and a handful of grain into each, and carried them over to set down before the envoys.
The one on Dards right held out his hand and Dessie, without hesitation, laid hers, palm down, upon it. For a long moment they made contact. Then both mermen relaxed their tense watchfulness. They put their spears behind them and one ran his hands through the fur on his head and shoulders where it was fast drying into rainbow dotted fluff.